Rough Trade (23 page)

“True, but that was in a bathhouse, Paul!”

“Pretend you’re in a fucking bathhouse. It’s five hundred dollars.”

He was on his knees pulling my pants and underwear down to my ankles. My dick was getting hard. Suddenly I was embarrassed. “How the hell am I going to walk around with a big hard-on in front of everyone at a dinner party?”

“You’ll be on your belly and no one is going to see your boner. At first anyway.”

Paul’s little revelation was still sinking in as he hustled me out of the bathroom, naked and with my hands in front of my hard-on. The well-dressed dude was waiting, all smiles.

“Nice! Very nice. The couch in the center of the living room is all set up. If you will just get Trent ready, Paul, that would be excellent.”

Ready? As Paul dragged me to the living room I looked around frantically to see if anyone was there yet. I didn’t really spot the couch until Paul had me there and was shoving me down on my stomach.

“I’m just going to lie here with my legs spread?” I asked in a daze.

“It’s kind of kinky, Trent. But don’t worry, I’ll be here all the time.”

Next thing I knew, Paul was slipping my hands into padded cuffs attached to the front end of the couch. It was actually more of an ottoman, without sides or a back. Paul snapped the cuffs together so that my arms were on either side of my head and I was suddenly trapped. For one moment I was close to freaking out, then I started laughing. I think I was a little hysterical.

Paul was busy spreading my thighs and securing my ankles in other padded cuffs on the lower end of the couch. He was laughing too, but there was no hysteria in his voice. He was probably laughing with joy at the thought of the money we would make that night.

So there I was, spread-eagled on a black leather couch, cuffed at wrists and ankles, naked with my ass wide open. Waiting for the dinner guests. My laughter subsided as Paul pulled up a fancy chair and sat nearby, a reassuring smile on his face. He could smile—he wasn’t the one naked.

I had a few minutes to think before I heard voices in the foyer. I wasn’t embarrassed about my body. And I was no virgin, although I wasn’t a slut. Not really. I needed the money. But how far would I go for cash? It wasn’t as if I was going to kill someone, or even rob them. It was just some kinky nudity, and knowing Paul, something else that I was going to find out about sooner or later. As I heard men arriving and moving into the living room, I resigned myself to my fate.

The first hand that touched my ass had me jerking around on the couch, my head craning and my fake smile strained. Fingers stroked one butt cheek and even slipped into the crack for a bold feel.

“This is some sweet ass. It whets my appetite for dinner, and dessert.”

The voice was full of raunchy insinuation, even as those fingers cupped one of my asscheeks and squeezed before abandoning it. I shivered and stared daggers at Paul. He smiled back brightly.

My cock was hard as iron, pressing into the smooth leather under my belly. I have a fertile imagination or I wouldn’t be a writer, and I could see myself in my mind’s eye. Tall and broad-shouldered, my torso tapering down to a slim waist just before it swells back out to a full ass. It was early spring and I hadn’t had time to tan, so my skin was milky pale and lightly freckled. As a redhead, I have an opalescent kind of sheen to my body. I was sweating at the moment, and I could imagine the pearls of moisture beading on my rounded asscheeks and dripping down into my deep crack.

I was hot. I was the object of men’s attention, and lust. I felt other hands grope me, and other voices proclaim my sexual attractiveness.

“Hot ass!”

“That muscle boy has a butt to die for.”

“I’d like to lick my dinner off of those cute asscheeks.”

“I’d like to eat my dinner out of that sweet little asshole.”

Hands groped and slapped and fondled me. A few grew bold enough to tease my asshole, which was visible between my spread asscheeks. But there must have been rules, because no one jabbed into it, although I was shaking with a fearful anticipation when those fingers tickled my buttlips in front of everyone. No one got down on their knees and shoved their face in my ass, either.

I was in a weird state. I kept telling myself the money was worth it, but then as a writer I prided myself on opening up to experiences. It would make me a better writer, I told myself. That was why I liked Paul so much. He made me experience. I eventually caved in to the scene, and while Paul laughed and joked with the guests, I writhed and moaned on the couch, wiggling my ass provocatively every time some dude would stroke it.

“He’d make a nice pet, don’t you think?”

That’s when I felt something being shoved between my asscheeks. It felt like paper, a note or something. Paul was up on his feet and leaning over me in a flash. He grinned in my face as he waved a bill at me. Someone had shoved money in my ass. I found myself laughing, my ass shaking as someone landed a smack on it. The music and conversation had grown loud all around as I realized there were dozens of men in the room. My laughter died as a hand reached under my ass and cupped my balls. The hand moved under my belly and squeezed my stiff dick.

“He’s hung too. I can’t wait to see this fucker unload after dinner.”

I shouldn’t have been surprised. Paul’s look of innocence was completely feigned, of course. I put thoughts of later out of my mind, which wasn’t hard with all the men leering at me and fondling me. I even lifted my butt and wagged it at the hands groping it. More bills were shoved in my crack for Paul to scoop up. At least he was doing some work.

The restraint was kinky, and made it easier for me to get into the scene. I couldn’t get up or run away. I was forced to allow all those horny men to grope me. There was nothing I could do about it. That made my dick drip all over the leather under me. I knew Paul would release me if I asked him to, but the cuffs were real and when hands slid into my crack, I could writhe and squirm, but I could not escape.

It lasted a good hour at least. Then dinner was announced and the men abandoned me to the dining room farther down the long corridor. I stared at them as they made their way to what I could see in the distance was a bountifully laden table. I was hungry all of a sudden.

“Do I get to eat? Or do I have to lie here and watch?” I hissed to Paul, who had stayed behind, smiling and nodding to the guests as they passed.

“I’ll get you something. But we’re not here to eat, we’re here to make some money. You’re doing great, by the way. Wiggle that big butt of yours some more and we’ll make a grand, I promise you!”

Paul hurried away before I could reply. He was afraid of what I was going to say to him. But I had gone beyond that, I thought. I would never have come if I had known what was in store for me, but now that I was there, I had to admit I was actually enjoying myself, in a raunchy, degrading sort of way.

Paul returned with a plate full of food. He unsnapped the cuffs on my wrists and ankles and I sat up and wolfed down the dinner while he sat beside me on the couch and patted me on the back.

“I hadn’t mentioned it yet, because I know how uptight you can be sometimes. There’s a raffle right after dinner and the prize winner gets to shove a greased dildo up your ass. It’s kind of like the dessert.”

I started laughing again and almost choked on my food. Then I realized he wasn’t joking. I stared at him with my mouth open. He pulled the plate away and dropped it on the carpet as he gripped my wrist and pulled me back down on my belly.

“Just pretend it’s a hot gang bang in the bathhouse. And think of the money.”

Paul snapped the cuffs back over my wrists as I mulled over what he had said. Visions of a big dildo being greased up in front of the crowd dominated my thoughts. As Paul cuffed my ankles and I felt my ass open up, my butthole palpitated and I imagined how it would feel getting porked deep and hard. With a shock, I realized I had never been so fucking horny in my life.

I heard a loud cheer from the dining room and someone stood up with his hands raised as if in victory. The raffle winner. I could see him down the long open room as I faced the dining room. He was older, about forty-five or so, and was bald. He stood and I got a better look. A big guy, with a big grin and handsome too. He was heading for me with the others following.

I felt his eyes on me, drinking of my nakedness. I squirmed under that blue-eyed stare, feeling my ass muscles clench in anticipation. Suddenly he was right in front of me. His legs were big. He worked out, I thought distractedly.

“Here it is. Now shove the thing up his ass. He can take it.”

That was Paul, handing the man a dildo. I stared at it. It was long and fat. And very realistic, with veins and a bulbous head. I shivered, but realized I had a bigger one at home. Then he was rubbing grease up and down the dildo’s length as he stood in front of me. I noticed how big his hands were, and how long his fingers were as they rubbed up and down the dildo lewdly. The crowd was either laughing or jeering, although I wasn’t paying attention to much except those hands and that dildo.

My asshole spasmed. I could take it. But I hadn’t been loosened up or anything. I thought of the money again, and all of a sudden money and sex became all twisted up in one gut-wrenching, cock-hardening emotion.

“Shove it up my hot ass. Shove it deep and shove it hard!” I spat out, staring up into the winner’s blue eyes.

I rolled my ass provocatively and lifted my hips to expose my hole. I laughed out loud, taunting the dude to dildo my ass in front of everyone if he dared.

He dared. He was behind me and cramming that greased rubber between my legs before I knew it. I gasped as I felt the rubbery thing sliding up and down my crack. I writhed and humped back over it, giving them all a show and daring anyone to remain limp with my big sweet ass rolling around naked in front of them.

The head of the thing settled on my asshole. I felt it pressing and I humped up to meet it, willing my sphincter to relax. I was sweaty, excited, and a little crazed. My asshole gaped open and sucked the dildo head right in, along with a few good inches of the greased shaft.

“Holy shit! Look at that slut swallow dildo! He’s a cock-eater for sure!”

That was from someone hovering beside Paul, almost in my face. I looked up to see Paul’s eyes on my ass, his mouth open and his tongue out licking his lips. The shit! He was getting off and getting paid! Well, so was I. I wiggled around the dildo stretching my asshole and managed to eat up another few inches. It felt awesome. My prostate throbbed, my ass lips ached, and I thrust my hard dick into the smooth leather under me. Time to give it my all.

“Go ahead. Fuck me hard with that greased thing!” I yelled above the music and the hooting.

The dildo pushed deeper suddenly, which had me gasping. It was long and I was really feeling that. It went deeper again and I arched my back and sucked it in with an experienced repositioning of my ass channel. Too busy, or too lazy, to go out and get fucked all that often, I had befriended more than one dildo. I could take this one up the ass no problem.

I humped and writhed around it as the fucker behind me gave me all he could. He shoved and pushed at it until the flat base was against my ass crack. I was fucking full! Then he pulled it out, almost all the way, my butt following as I raised my hips, straining against the cuffs holding me. I felt the dildo sliding out, then suddenly he was slamming it back in.

He fucked me with it. The crowd loved it. I writhed and groaned, a slut in heat. I was giving them their money’s worth, and they were showering me with bills. I felt the money landing on me like fluttering wings. I groaned and fucked myself on that slamming dildo harder and harder.

I felt hands under my ass, grabbing at my dick. They jerked on it, pumping me as I grunted and squirmed on the leather couch. The dildo rode deep and rubbed my ass lips savagely. I shouted out loud and spewed.

“He’s shooting! He’s unloading with a dildo shoved up his ass!”

I squirmed around my orgasm and the dildo still fucking me. I was bathed in sweat and sliding around on the leather couch, consumed with a burning passion that did not subside as my orgasm did.

That’s when the dinner party degenerated into a stripping, groping orgy. I lay there on the couch with that dildo planted up my ass as men fucked and sucked all around me. Cocks rubbed my back and sides and asscheeks. Cocks erupted and sprayed me. Money fluttered down on me or was shoved under my balls and in my ass crack.

Paul was there, naked too, with his hard-on waving around as he scooped up our cash with a big grin. I floated in the stink of cum and my own stuffed asshole. It was some time before I realized the party was dying down.

“It’s time for us to go, Trent.”

Paul uncuffed me and I sat up, shaking and stiff. He laughed and kissed me on the mouth, his hard-on still bobbing from his waist. I was limp, having come three times during the wild orgy.

“Let’s get out of here,” I murmured in Paul’s neck.

He laughed again and whispered in my ear. “Are you taking that dildo with you?’

I realized I was sitting on the thing, still stuffed up my ass. I started laughing, so weak I collapsed in Paul’s arms.

He helped me out of there as men waved good-bye to us and our host hurried up, naked too, and assured us we would be invited back soon.