CFNM Revenge Tales

by AJ Gray

“Show us his cock,” shouted the female voice.

  Amanda looked at them with a sly grin. The auction was about to go up a gear.

  “What do you think ladies, would you like to see Tristan’s big cock?”

  The claps and excited cries of yes, once again left little doubt that was exactly what they wanted.

  “Well I for one think it’s only appropriate the buyer get’s to see all the merchandise,” said Amanda nodding to Tiffany, giving her the go ahead.

  Tiffany, without hesitation, stepped forward grinning, placing two hands firmly on the waistband of Tristan’s Speedo like white pants. She pulled each side of his briefs outwards, teasingly, before pulling them down to his manacled ankles with one quick thrust. The audience not disappointed by the ‘big’ build up, erupted into an appreciative clamour.

  “Hellooo,” Denise whispered under her breath, as Rosie and the girls looked on mesmerized by the sheer naughtiness of the evening.

  “Looks like you got off lightly,” said Rosie, turning to Marco and glancing down at the white briefs covering his bulging manhood.

  Marco couldn’t look. As the sort of red blooded male used to the man always being the dominant one, the one in control, Tristan’s exposure came as something of a shock. Of course he’d understood that the night was all about female rules and empowerment and what not, but hadn’t grasped quite how far things were going to go. As the bidding started Marco looked around him at the smiles, snickers and lusty gazes of the women and felt a lump in his throat. To him it was like the social order had been turned on its head and having his fellow male up there, butt naked, was hard to take.

  Yet, as he looked around at the beautiful women, the toned body of Rosie to his left, the side boob spilling out of Christina’s dress to his right, his cock started to thicken as it hardened. They say a man thinks of sex every fifteen seconds and as a young, fit, healthy and now horny male, Marco’s raging libido didn’t need much encouragement.

  As his arousal grew, so did his penis, poking at the thin material of his pants, searching for an exit. It duly found one as the bulbous head pulled back his foreskin, retracting like the petals of the lotus that lay before them, pushing past the waistband, and rising ever higher, as his big pink helmet kept on growing. Marco felt a sense of panic, none of the girls had noticed yet, but there was nothing he could do, his hands were cuffed, Rosie had him by the leash.

  Just as the gavel was slammed down and Tristan was sold to table four, Bianca turned and spotted Marco and his now bulbous glands. A smile spread across her face. Peering at him she directed the rest of the girls to his stricken state.

  “It looks like Marco’s got a friend that wants to join the party.”

  Rosie was astonished to see his cock peeping out, telescopically, above his briefs. As she looked up to his face Marco tried to hold her gaze, but couldn’t and turned only to see the smirking faces of a fellow table of women watching on.

  “What are you doing?” asked Rosie seeing Christina taking an ice cube from the champagne bucket.

  “Watch.”

  Christina proceeded to run the ice cube over his pinky red helmet that was soon wet and glistening like a cherry Popsicle. Marco flinched, gasping as his most intimate of nerve endings fired and his body grappled to endure the merest of touches. The cold quickly had the desired effect, and Marco’s cock shrunk back into his pants like a tortoise receding into its shell. Rosie tried to stifle a giggle, but couldn’t and had to let it out, setting off a more than amused Penelope, Denise and Bianca. Marco wasn’t laughing.

  After Marco’s impromptu showing there was a brief interlude in proceedings and everyone was able to catch their breath, cool down a little. The bunny boys reappeared and each woman was served a rich, dark, chocolate mousse that melted on the mouth, further titillated the taste buds.

  “Chocolate and hunky men, two of my favourite things,” said Rosie, eyeing the dessert and then Marco stood next to her. “Talk about a perfect evening.”

  As the girls happily ate their desserts they couldn’t help but look across at table four. Tristan had been sold to a rather plump woman who had no qualms about keeping him naked.

  “Poor Tristan,” said Rosie, watching his manhood being manhandled or rather womanhandled by his new owner.

  “He doesn’t seem to mind,” replied Christina.

  Tristan’s cock was stiff, his head thrown back in contentment. However, he was about to learn that the evening wasn’t about his pleasure. Just as he seemed to be enjoying things a little too much, the plump lady gave his penis a little spank causing it to bob up and down. The table broke into a laugh at his expression of panting astonishment as he faced them. With him hard and at attention, she had him spoon-feed her dessert. The evening was becoming quite the eye opener. Nonetheless, the events at table four got the girls thinking.

  Talk amongst them turned to how handy and useful it would be to have a full time male slave to carry out chores and odd jobs. Marco stayed silent as the girls compiled a list of increasingly racy tasks.

  “Maybe we can call Marco. After tonight I’m sure he won’t mind being our slave boy again,” said Bianca.

  Marco was speechless, after tonight he didn’t know how he was going to look at Rosie ever again, never mind speak to her.

  Shortly after the ladies desserts had been cleared away, the auction restarted and it seemed Tristan had set a new trend. Each of the slaves that followed were stripped and assessed by the increasingly raucous crowd. Amongst them was a spiky tattooed American named Ethan, British beefcake Henry and a blond Aussie called Brett. It was a truly international selection.

  Amanda had a field day with a number of playful puns relating to the well-endowed studs. Whoever said the fairer, gentler sex, wasn’t as visually stimulated as the male, had clearly never been to a Club Divine party.

  As the cheers got louder, the comments more forthright, Rosie tightened her grip around Marco’s leather lead. He did his best to avoid all eye contact. The last, but certainly not least slave to appear, was Tyson, whose cock was so long and thick that it almost looked like a third leg.

  “I hope he’s got a license for that thing,” muttered Christina as he was led from the stage.

  By the time the auction was over, the ladies had been thoroughly entertained and every table had purchased at least one slave to see them through the night.

  “That was quite something,” said Amanda having enjoyed every second of it. “I can assure you all our dishes tonight have been one hundred percent organic, although after that I wouldn’t blame you for suspecting some genetically modified enhancement.”

  Raucous laughter again filled the room, as the women glanced at the naked or semi naked slaves dotted around the hall. Amanda signed off by wishing them a wonderful night and offering them one last extra treat.

  “I know you’ll be wanting to make the most of those slaves ladies so feel free to use any of the rooms in this wonderful house. A few strategically placed goody bags are contained in each, with a few suggestions courtesy of Club Divine of course.”

  With her role completed she blew a kiss to the audience and left the stage to appreciative applause. Back at her table Rosie noticed preppy Luke stood waiting. Without so much as batting an eyelid, Amanda pulled down Luke’s briefs, before casually retaking her seat. Astonished at her sheer brazenness a look of shock etched Luke’s face, as it was his turn to bare all.

  Marco bit his lip wondering how long it would be, before he was in the buff. Rosie turned towards him as if sensing such thoughts.

  “I think a little more privacy would be good,” she said grinning. “Up for a little exploring girls?”

  The four of them nodded looking towards Marco. Things were about to get interesting.

  Having undone the cuffs around Marco’s wrists and ankles, the five girls headed out the hall, into the grand foyer, then up the sweeping red staircase. Rosie pulling the leash taut, guiding Marco who was carrying a tray with glasses and a fresh bot
tle of bubbly, all the way.

  On the first floor landing they passed through a wide, tall hallway, passing room upon room, before turning into a small elegant suite of polished wooden floors, old ornate furniture. Decorated in the same shades of cream, red and gold that pervaded the mansion. The room was cast in a soft light by a lampshade in one corner, in the other an old grandfather clock ticked by serenely.

  Marco carefully placed the silver tray on a mahogany coffee table that was placed in front of a chaise lounge. It was enamelled a rich gold, but in the main rather appropriately coloured a Rosie red. Denise, Penelope and Christina, perched their pert bottoms onto it as Bianca seated herself in a matching armchair, playfully pretending to play the Queen as she did so.

  “Lets get this thing off you,” said Rosie, unbuckling the straps around Marco’s collar.

  As she did so there was a definite moment between the two. As their eyes met and their lips came close to touching, Marco leant in ravenous to taste her. Just as their mouths were about to meet, Rosie turned from him leaving Marco puckering up to thin air.

  “Here,” said Christina, passing him the bottle of bubbly, bringing him back down to earth. “Be a gentleman."

  Rosie nestled herself on the chaise lounge as Marco took the bottle in his strong hands. All that wine had gone down a treat, and dangerously for Marco, she was in a flirtatious and forthright, not to say teasing mood.

  “Careful not to shoot your load,” said Bianca, as she and Denise let out a snicker, obviously knowing something he didn’t.

  Placing one hand firmly on the main body, the other ripped off the gold foil, removed the wire cage and with his hand on the rim, slowly caressed out the cork. As his arms twisted, his lean muscles bulged and his pecs twitched, Rosie watched on admiringly. Despite everything that had gone on this evening, for her this was by far the sexiest moment of the night.

  Taking Marco by surprise, however, the cork shot out over the heads of the girls, followed closely by a thin spray of champagne. In his attempt to avoid drenching everything and anyone in its path, Marco righted the bottle, leaving his six-pack glistening; his pants sodden and see through. He looked at the girls with an adorable roguish grin, dripping from the waist down. Rosie’s hottest moment has just been topped. The five girls erupted into titters.

  “I told you not to shake it that hard,” said Denise, looking towards Bianca who cocked her head back laughing having achieved exactly what she intended.

  “Well,” said Rosie getting up and placing two hands on his hips before shimmying around to his rear. “You won’t be needing these.”

  With obvious glee she yanked his pants down to his ankles and tapped his bum telling him to step out of them. Seeing that they concealed so little now anyhow, Marco didn’t have much to hide, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t concealing what little modesty he had left. Two hands were clasped firmly over his manhood.

  As Rosie retook her seat, she tossed his pants over her head as Marco stood like a waxwork frozen in front of them.

  “You can’t stay like that forever,” teased Christina.

  “I could watch him try though,” said Bianca, letting her eyes wander up and down his ripped body.

  It took Rosie to give him the nudge he needed.

  “That champagne’s not going to pour itself,” she said somewhat strategically nodding towards the bottle.

  Marco bit the bullet, raising both arms either side of him, allowing the delighted girls an unimpeded view of his fully naked body for the first time. The smiles, whistles and claps that greeted this unveiling indicated they more than liked what they saw. As he picked up the champagne again, five sets of eyes were scanning his nude flesh.

  “Oooh, I’ve always wanted a nude hunk as a waiter,” said Bianca as her glass was topped up. “I suppose that’s another thing ticked off my bucket list.”

  “Pleased to be of service,” said Marco moving onto Denise.

  “So tell me how many days a week do you have to pump iron to keep that sexy body of yours in tip top condition?”

  “More or less everyday, it helps working at a gym.”

  “I’d say,” said Christina, eying him from the other end of the chaise lounge.

  “I wouldn’t mind seeing you all hot and sweaty,” said Penelope, fixing him with a naughty grin.

  Marco somehow managed to maintain his composure and didn’t spill so much as a drop of the champagne. Yet, as he moved on to Rosie and their eyes met for the briefest of instances, before her gaze drifted down, he felt his cock harden a little. When she looked back up a wide smile creased her face.

  “I think the five of us can get Marco all hot and sweaty.”

  He visibly gulped, but suddenly felt a tremendous buzz the likes of which he’d never felt before. As he finished pouring the champagne, Rosie peeked at the contents of the goody bag. The items as Amanda had said were not only suggestive, but as it turned out also highly appropriate for Marco. Rosie laid the four simple items out on the table for everyone to see. They included: a small bottle of lube, three small fluorescent rings, a stopwatch and a blindfold.

  “Hmmm” said Rosie, her hand hovering above each of them. “What shall we start with? I think its time Marco showed us what that body of his can do.”

  She picked up the stopwatch whilst simultaneously returning her gaze to a more anxious Marco.

  Ten minutes had passed and Marco had lunged, squatted, pushed and pulled his way through a more than vigorous workout routine, whilst the five girls had sipped their champagne enjoying every second. It looked like Marco was too, in one long obvious respect. His penis, which had twirled, jiggled and spun like the rotator blades of a helicopter as he’d exercised, was now noticeably stiff. Rosie looked him over, nodding, pleased with what she saw. She had one last exercise for him to perform.

  “I want you to sprint on the spot, just like the treadmill in the gym,” said Rosie, enjoying this newfound power.

  Marco shook his head knowing he should have expected as much.

  “On your marks, go.”

  Rosie clicked the stopwatch. Marco began a reluctant sprint, feeling ridiculous.

  “Come on you can do better than that,” said Christina.

  Marco sped up and his legs whirred, his balls bounced, his hard penis slapped ever more forcefully against his six-pack.

  “Get those knees up,” shouted Rosie good-naturedly, but taking her revenge with unapologetic relish.

  It was well passed the minute mark when Rosie finally called time. Marco was panting, his legs were burning, his blood was definitely pumping and a light sweat covered his body.

  “So Penelope, you said hot and sweaty, that good enough for you?” asked Rosie.

  “I’ll say” came the quick reply.

  “It looks like Marco likes being our slave,” said Bianca, referring to his stiff penis with a direct glance.

  “Or maybe its having Rosie as his personal trainer,” Christina surmised.

  “So which is it Marco?” asked Denise.

  Marco looked at them still panting for a second, before that roguish grin of his reappeared.

  “It’s having five sexy women in front of me."

  “Arhhh, isn’t that sweet,” said Bianca.

  Rosie looked at him twirling one of the fluorescent rings on one finger.

  “I think its time we had some fun with these,” she said smiling.

  The five girls had Marco stand still as they each took aim at him and his big target. Whenever they were successful the girls whooped in delight and made sure upon retrieving the ring, to give Marco a little tickle, or a subtle stroke, ensuring his hardened state for them. They were all having so much fun that when Bianca spotted on the old grandfather clock that it was nearly midnight, they were all taken by surprise. That meant just five minutes until it was officially Rosie’s birthday.

  “I think Rosie should remember this night forever,” said Christina, picking up the lube and moving to Marco with a naughty grin. She place
d a hand on his firm shoulder. “I get the feeling you will too.”

  She whispered something in his ear that was all but inaudible to the others. Marco raised an eyebrow, but seemed to give his consent, muttering, “What the hell.” All that coaxing and teasing had taken him beyond desire, by now he had little left to be bashful about. Christina proceeded to flip open the lid of the lube and drizzle a healthy dose of the liquid onto his stiff member. She smiled as he exhaled pleasurably and the transparent lube coated him.

  And so with girls all seated and the minutes and then seconds ticking down to midnight, the women whooped and cheered as Marco put on a performance of pure, primitive, pleasure seeking passion. On the hour mark just as the great-grandfather clock chimed, the explosive show climaxed with a bang.

  The five women hugged and kissed, still laughing at what had just occurred as they jubilantly congratulated Rosie a happy birthday. It was certainly not one to forget. Marco meanwhile was bent double from his excursions. It was only as Rosie approached that he pulled himself up straight, his semi hard penis still deflating.

  “Congratulations,” Marco dredged from somewhere.

  Rosie turned and picked up the now cum splattered silver tray and empty bottle of bubbly.

  “Here,” she said passing them to him. “Looks like we’re out of champagne.”

  She glanced at the door, then back at Marco. He took the tray and bottle, catching her drift. But just as he passed her, Rosie gave his ass a gentle slap and as he turned their eyes met again for the briefest of seconds. In that look they new there and then that their relationship was going to be a little different. The evening had been one of empowerment and liberation, and Rosie’s trips to the gym from now on were going to be interesting to say the least. As Marco disappeared on his errand, Rosie rejoined the girls.

  “That’s another thing ticked off your bucket list,” Christina was saying.

  “That’s something ticked off all our bucket lists,” giggled Bianca.

  And the girls weren’t finished with Marco, not by a long shot, they had plenty more uses for him. By dawn they’d have tested his endurance to the limit.