Decadent Derby Party

"Maybe. How?"

"I work for Anne Moriarty." I knew her name - everybody did. She was this old woman who lived on this huge estate a little out of town. Her family had been here forever. She was rich beyond belief and a little nuts, and known for throwing huge lavish parties once a year. National celebrities came to these things - they were supposed to be huge gala events. "For her Jubilee party next weekend the theme is Greco-Roman, and we're looking for waiters and bartenders who, ahem, satisfy the Greek ideal. If you're willing, we'll pay you one thousand dollars plus tips for one day of work. There will be a charity auction later, and you can keep ten percent of the proceeds."

That didn't sound bad. A thousand bucks plus, and with the money there tips were sure to be good. "Sure," I told the guy.

"Oh, excellent. We'll provide you with a toga and sandals. You'll need to show up completely shaven." Not a problem, I was anyway. Showed off my muscles better. "Here, if you could just put your name and telephone number down on this..." he handed me a clipboard with some names and numbers on it. I recognized a few from the gym - this guy had only asked the most muscular, well toned guys around. A lot of these were guys that gave me a boner already - I hoped at this party I didn't get one wearing just a toga...

I put my name and number down. "Excellent. We'll be in touch in a day or two."

The guy called me a few days later and gave me the information. They were going to send a van out to pick me up. I was just supposed to wear casual clothes; they would give me everything else. That morning I shaved again just to make sure I was nice and clean. I'd just gotten a haircut the day before; I figured the better I looked the better the tips would be.

In the van already were some other bodybuilders, big guys all. I didn't know any of them, but introduced myself and we talked a little, mostly about lifting. The ride out there was uneventful, but once we got on the estate is was pretty cool. The place was gorgeous - the lawn was well kept with flowers and decorative trees all over the place. The estate was huge. The party was to be in this house next to the main one. The whole first floor was a grand ballroom with a huge crystal chandelier and a spacious porch. The bar and tables were being set up by servants already. The mousey looking guy met us at the van. "This way, please, gentlemen."

He led us back into a room behind the ballroom. "Please strip." I peeled off my tight muscle shirt and got my shoes off. I took my pants off but left my jockeys on. He looked at me and said, "Everything, please."

I was a little reluctant due to my mild boner, but looking around I could see I wasn't the only one. Reluctantly, I pulled my undies off too. The mousey guy and another servant dude went around and matched us to fitting togas, wrapping them around and pinning them over our chests. They had sandals too. Overall it was all pretty comfy - the togas were loose, which was kind of a problem, as with my balls and sizable cock just hanging there I got stimulated easily. All these half naked musclemen around weren't helping things much.

"We have enough bartenders for now so you will all be servers." He showed us back out to the ballroom. "There will be two of you to a table. Just get them whatever they want. All alchohol is at the bar. Dinner will be served at seven o'clock promptly. You will hear this bell," he raised a little one and tinkled it, "and when you do come back into the kitched. Your trays will be all ready, simply take them out and serve them. Whatever you do, keep our guests happy. If they have any unusual requests, look for myself or any other servants in red vests. We'll take care of anything like that.

"Just make absolutely sure everyone is having a good time. I cannot stress that enough. If Miss Anne feels you have done a bad job you will not be paid. There is a pocket on the inside of your togas, near the chest, for you to keep your tips. Only accept them if asked, do not, I repeat, DO NOT ask for them. I guarantee you'll make a lot of money here tonight. Any questions?"

We nodded our heads no. "Then help the servants set up the chairs. When you hear the bell, assemble in the back."

We headed out to help the servants. There was another group of servers in togas already helping. I recognized my gym (and occaisional fuck) buddy Jeremy among them, so headed over to him. We exchanged pleasantries and set up tables. A little while later we heard the bell.

"The guests are arriving," they told us. "Just stand near the walls and get them whatever they want. You..." he pointed out a guy, "you and you, get champagne from the bar and offer it. Come back when you're empty. You, you, and you, head to the kitchen and take h'ordeuvres around. The rest of you, stand around and make sure everyone's happy."

We broke out and almost immediately were busy getting drinks for people. The guests just kept coming over the next hour, and there were several hundred in almost no time at all. There were a lot of famous people, both politicians (like the governer) and real celebrities - a few well known movie stars and such. I was frantically getting drinks for people, taking a full tray out every few minutes. The tips were fucking awesome - I made five hundred bucks by the time I heard the bell ring.

The guests found their tables quickly and I got the first round for my table. Jeremy had switched with my partner so we could work it together. Our table was pretty drunk by the time they sat down, and as they and everybody else got drunker and drunker their looks and comments toward me grew more and more lewd, coming from both men and women. I got felt up a few times, and the stiffie I pulled only seemed to egg them on. Frankly, I was just embarrassed by the whole time.

Finally, this one chick, pretty hot really, just grabbed the clasp over my chest and pulled it away. I tried to keep my toga up but it wouldn't stay. "Oh, just leave it off," she pleaded. The rest of her table just looked amused.

"Uh...I don't think that would be a good idea, ma'am..." I protested, but she wouldn't hear it.

"Anne promised me a good time, boy," she said, taking an authoritarian tone. "Take the toga off."

Well, shit. We were supposed to make them happy... I sighed and slipped out of it. My cock grew to full erection pretty quickly. "Hmmm. I see your muscles aren't the only part of you that's big, boy."

She caressed my cock with her eyes. I looked around, feeling nervous. I heard a voice at a neighboring table say, "Well they got theirs naked. I want to see what's under his toga." It didn't take long for the other tables to do the same to their waiters. The woman wanted another margarita, so I headed off. I asked a red vest if this was cool, and he just said that if it was what my table wanted, do it.

By the time I got back they had Jeremy nude as well, and the neighboring tables were taking the cue from mine. Another two trips to the bar later I don't think there was a single server or bartender wearing more than his sandals, and like me a good number were aroused by it. My cock got grabbed by not a few people, both male and female, and I wondered just how decadent this was going to get.

When the dinner ended, this guy I had seen in a few movies wanted me to dance with him. I glanced at a vest and he just nodded, so I headed out to dance, slow and close, with this actor kid. He was good looking and all, it was just weird - dancing stark naked with a guy in plain view of a whole lot of people. The kid unbuttoned his shirt some and kept grabbing my ass. As the song ended, he whispered in my ear, "Come out to the garden. I want you to fuck me."

This time I didn't need to ask for permission first. Out in the garden we found a spot where people couldn't see too easily and the kid got naked too. We kissed a little and he nibbled on my erect tit, then went to his knees and took me into his mouth. He brought me up some, and when I was good and excited I lay on my back in the grass and he lowered himself onto me. I fucked him good and slowly, enjoying every thrust. Kid was a bit of a moaner, and I worried that someone would hear. I also wanted to get back in to get more of those tips, so after a few minutes of slow fucking I sped it up. He actually came first, all over my hard pecs and chin. I came a few moments later, pumping a good few ounces up in him. After that he licked - licked! - me clean and got dressed himself.

On the way back to the party I could see more than one guest had seen fit to use the help, and each other, or both. Inside things were more tame - pretty normal party, except by now all the servants were naked. I went through the crowd with trays of martinis and bloody marys, just giving them out to whoever wanted them. After half an hour or so the bell rang, so I headed to the back to get ready for the auction.

Most of the others being auctioned were already there. The toady guy was already talking to people. "Sorry if the party's getting a little out of hand." Most of the guys chuckled. I smirked; I was just glad I'd already gotten my rocks off or I'd have a huge boner right now. "The auction will start in a few minutes. You'll be brought out one at a time and auctioned on the stage. That," he pointed to a door, "is where you'll each come out. When you've been, ahem, purchased, you'll be shown to where your buyer is. What happens then is up to you.

"A final word of advice...unsavory as this may sound, remember you're all getting a cut of your buying fee. In the past, gentlemen have gone for much more if they had an, ahem, erection when they were being shown."

A few chuckles and a few groans. The guy then ordered us - we were supposed to come out in that specific order. I couldn't really tell what he was ordering us by, but he took awhile to figure it out with each comparison. I was pleased to find I was near the end - whatever quality he was looking for, I appeared to have it.

As he was finishing ordering us we could hear the MC out in the ballroom call everybody to the auction. The first guy headed out and it was on. We weren't allowed to peek out past the curtain but could hear him expounding on the guy's virtues - handsomeness, muscularity, etc. As more guys headed out he started commenting on the size of their dicks, and I figured out that that was the order we were in - the toady dude's estimate of smallest to largest.

Most of us jacked ourselves slowly, trying to come up with a good boner for when we went out onstage. The number of guys who I discovered talked to their dicks was pretty funny - "Come on, li'l Elvis! Make daddy some money!" I got a good idea which ones were queer, too - if they were looking around they were probably gay. If they were looking at their crotch, they probably weren't. If they were comparing the size of their biceps, well...

The numbers backstage dwindled. My turn was coming up, and I was listening intently to the amounts these guys were being sold for - tens of thousands. If I was getting ten percent of that then I'd be in supplements for months. I couldn't wait to find out how much I'd fetch.

Finally, it was my turn. My cock was erect, my muscles were pumped and oiled, and I was ready to go. I strutted out, balls dangling low in their sac, and stood on the pedestal. The auctioneer started right into his spiel: "Look at the muscles on this one! Perfect tone, lots of mass..." I did a little posing routing, flexing for him. The audience seemed to enjoy it. "Great face on this one, and his other...attributes speak for themselves!" I put my hands behind my head and thrust my hips forward. I wondered if this was what exotic dancers felt like.

The bidding started off at five thousand bucks. Five thousand! I thought that was a lot, but it just kept rising up - six, seven, nine, ten thousand. It seemed like half the people there wanted me. I hoped I got a guy; I was pretty sure sex was part of this bargain, and I wasn't sure how good I'd be with a chick. If she was paying so much I wanted to at least be sure she got what she paid for. I knew a guy wouldn't be a problem, though.

When I came back from thinking my boy was bidding twenty thousand. My eyes got really big - that's already 2K for me! Damn...I should try to come back next year. Twenty one, twenty two thousand. Less bidders now. At thirty thousand it was just my kid and some old dude. I hoped the kid won; I wouldn't mind fucking him again. The old guy drove it up to forty. "Going once...Going twice..." Oh, come on, kid, bid on me! I winked at him.

"Fifty thousand!" the kid shouted out.

"Sold! For fifty thousand dollars!" The kid gave a little jump for happiness. Five thousand bucks for me! That and the several hundred I'd already made...hell, I could blow it on roids and not worry about rent for the next year on that. Shit! The auctioneer pointed me to the side of the stage and I strutted to it, boner flapping back and forth, balls slapping against my thighs.

One of the normal house servants led me off to another room. The kid met us there. The toady guy was there already and waited patiently as the kid wrote off a check for fifty thousand bucks...I'd never even seen that kind of money. I wondered what charity it all went to.

"That way, gentlemen," the toady guy pointed us. We headed off through another door into the backroom. It must have been near the kitchen or something; I could smell meat cooking. Ham, it smelled like. The kid gave my cock a squeeze and fondled my balls a little.

"Mmmmm..." I moaned a little and smiled. A new guy came in the room, one I hadn't seen before. This guy was huge - bigger than me. He approached us quickly, with a serious look on his face.

"This is your purchase?" he asked the kid. The kid nodded. "Excellent choice, sir. Your room is this way." The huge guy led us off to a bedroom in the upper part of the house. The kid wasted no time getting naked and I was treated again to a view of his slender body.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked him. "You paid for me."

"Oh, yeah. You thirsty?" The kid started mixing drinks on the small bar on the corner.

I wasn't sure if I should answer yes or no - was I being a servant now or a lover or what? He was already pouring a second glass so I guess he'd answered for me. "Sure."

The kid handed me the glass and I shot it down - bourbon. Good shit, too. The kid shot his down and within ten seconds was on his knees, licking and sucking on my member. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him onto it, slowly fucking him in the face. Man, he was even better now than before...I was actually getting a little heady.

"Lay down on the bed," he told me. I did, legs out a little. He kneeled over my groin and lowered himself onto my cock. "Oh god," he muttered, slowly pushing himself up and down. I raised and lowered my hips as well, giving him that extra little push each time I got to the top.

That drink must have been strong, I thought - I feel pretty drunk just off that. I didn't drink much, though, so that was probably all it was...and it was good bourbon. I started thrusting faster as my orgasm came closer and closer, and just as I hit the point of no return, he pulled off and stopped. I lay limp on the bed.

The kid put his arms to the sides of my head and leaned down so close I could smell him. My head was really spinning at this point - I didn't feel sick or anything, just confused. What was I doing here? Oh yeah, having sex. There was something else. Where am I? I don't remember, but I'm having sex...or something.

The guy here tells me to go ahead and get up. That must be what I'm supposed to do, so I stand up. He wants me to follow him, so I head out of the room and follow him down the hallway. We're both naked. Am I dreaming?

We come into a room with other naked men, muscular men. Man, they're attractive. This must be a dream. The guy tells me to stand in line behind another naked dude. He stands with me, pinching my erect cock or fondling my testicles. "Can't wait for this," he says.

When we get to the front of the line I'm told to go into the second room. There's a doctor in here with a little bit of blood on his smock. He tells me to get up on the surgical table and be on all fours. Do I need surgery? This must be why I'm here. Why is the other guy naked? The doctor injects something into my ass, and it all starts to go numb. I can't feel anything below my lungs. I look down and the doc is doing something near my ass. Maybe I have cancer? I hope not.

I feel less weight on me and look back to see the doctor holding my testicles. "He's castrated," the doc says. That must be why I'm here. Why am I being castrated? I don't want to be castrated...but if that's why I'm here then it must be good. The doctor keeps going. I see him put a tube up my penis. I wonder if he'll cut that off too.

He does...too bad I have to get it removed. There was some reason...I can't remember what it was. But it was very important, I'm sure...why else would they cut off my penis? I wish it didn't have to happen; it was a nice big one. At least he left me a little bit - just a little stub. Maybe I can still play with that?

The doc puts a lot of stitches in and washes me off. I still can't feel anything. They help me into a wheelchair and wheel me into the next room. The smell of cooking meat was very strong. The naked guy is handing my genitals to a cook on a plate. What a weird dream...no, wait, this did happen...I think. I can't feel below my lungs. Is that my cock?

The chef is cooking up the penis and testicles. It smells good. Do I get some? The naked guy next to me gets it and starts to eat. I remember that I like German food. Wait...those are my testicles. That's my dick! This guy's eating my dick! Why am I so groggy? I must be dreaming...

I woke up at my house a day or so later. My head hurt like hell and I couldn't remember much...I thought at first that it was all some weird dream, or did until I tried to sit up. I felt funny and looked down, only to see the line of stiches along the bottom of the stub where my dick used to be. The catheter was still hanging out even.

"Aaaah! "Aaaah!" It wasn't a dream...I wasn't sure what to do. I stank, so tried to take a shower. I could walk okay...maybe I could get them back somehow, I thought, but then, the guy...some guy...ate it. He ate it! Maybe they could transplant something...like off a dog, I thought.

I headed to a doctor's office. He said there had been a number of 'attacks,' and that all he could do is help me recuperate. He wanted me to attend some support group. Back at the gym I met some of the other guys who I remembered from my 'dream.' All of those sold at auction...all of them had been done, same as me. Drugged and emasculated.

This guy Dean who was there was wigging out. "Do they do this every year? I'm gonna call the cops or something!" Everybody else didn't care enough; we were too depressed. Dean kept saying he'd go to the cops but then some kids found him in an alley, freshly bleeding from the icepick that had recently been shoved up his nose and wiggled around. I think he still recognizes me - he drools a little less when I go to see him.

The only good part of the episode is the cash - Seven thousand three hundred fourteen dollars thirty-eight cents. It bought me a year of steroids and false hormone, but I would rather have my cock back.