A day after my first mask party, I received a telephone call from the same lady who called me the last time. She wanted to know if I had a shower in my bathroom. I confirmed that I had. She then advised me to buy a douche shower attachment and gave me precise instructions on how to cleanse myself.
I was also told that a Master or Mistress would then further prepare my anus before the session started. I was given the date and time. My second mask party would take place in two weeks’ time.
The days seemed to drag by but finally, the morning came and, I was busy flushing my anus out in the bath, giving myself a full colonic cleansing. I followed the instructions, and then scrubbed the bath over and over. I finally had a long soak in a hot bath.
I was ready.
On arriving at the house, it was the same procedure as before. This time the Mistress let me in. The wristband she gave me showed the number eight without the zero. There was no sign of the Master. After placing my clothes in the locker, I donned my hood. The Mistress took me down to the basement, which I did not like. It looked so foreboding and it made me feel uneasy. The plain brick walls and dull yellow spot lamps gave it an eerie look. I could not help but notice various chains, belts, whips, handcuffs, and other equipment hanging on the walls.
The Mistress took me into a bathroom and told me to lean over the bath while she checked my anus. I could feel her inserting a finger, then some cream. The coolness and the tingling made my anal entrance very relaxed. I suspected that there may have been some camphor in the cream ingredients.
I was still leaning over the bath when I felt something bigger slip up me. I looked to my right at the mirror on the bathroom door. The Mistress had a big red strap-on and was gently pushing it up my anus. The dildo was narrow at the tip but got very large nearer the other end. She slid further up my anus and then started fucking me, gradually pumping me harder.
After two minutes she stopped pumping me, and asked, “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I said, “that was very pleasant.”
She slid the dildo out of my anus. I noticed it was double-ended, and I watched her slip it out of her pussy. She cleaned me with a soft towel, then led me out of the bathroom, and back into the main room in the basement. Eleven naked hooded men were waiting for me, including the Master. I recognised his cock, because it had a kink that was bent to the left.
Two men had red hoods with yellow suns on their foreheads. I had thought that the red hoods were for the ladies. I was to find out later what the significance of these hoods was. I noticed for the first time that the drawing of the red sun on the Master’s yellow hood had a small white dot in the centre.
The Mistress led me to a single bed situated in the middle of the basement. The bed was covered by a plain black plastic fitted sheet. She positioned me in such a way that I knelt across the width of the bed, my anus easily accessible at one side, and my head positioned so that I could suck cock at the other side. The Master was first, putting his cock in my mouth. It made me happy to have his flaccid cock grow bigger in my mouth, and soon he was very hard. He then moved round and slid his lovely cock up my anus.
The next in line to fuck me was offering his cock to my mouth and my lips gladly wrapped around his shaft. The Master fucked me hard, his balls slapping against my ass. He slapped my ass cheeks hard. The pain was exquisite, but I loved it. I found it hard to concentrate on sucking because the Master was thrusting harder and harder, and slapping me.
“You fucking bitch. You fucking cunt. You fucking slag!” he cried out as he emptied his balls inside me.
The man I was sucking then moved behind me and he entered my wet hole, immediately pumping me hard and slapping my ass. I felt so happy knowing that I was unlikely to have a messy accident and that my anus was being well lubricated with some lovely creamy semen.
The gangbang was in full flow. I had been fucked by seven men so far, and my anus was dripping globules of semen. The eighth man had stepped up to get his cock sucked. He was a magnificent black gentleman with the biggest cock I have ever seen. It could have been twelve inches or more. I was worried because I could barely get my lips around his shaft. He was rock-hard by the time he positioned himself behind me.
He slid his lovely big black cock up my anus. It felt as if my ass cheeks were getting parted by a foot pump – the pain was excruciating. He slowly pumped me and then increased the pace. My cock got rock hard and I gradually got used to his manhood. He rode me for a full three minutes, and my anus was getting numb as I became more relaxed.
Like the Master, this man was calling me a cunt and a fucking slag. His slaps were much harder though. I ejaculated, and as he pumped me harder, his relentless thrusting made me empty my bladder too. There was a squishing noise as his cock was sliding up my cum-filled anus. His constant pounding was pushing semen out of my anus and was causing it to squirt onto the bed. He eventually emptied his balls and slid his cock out.
My anus was wide open and I swear I could have taken a lot more cocks that day. The other three men with average size cocks took their turn and emptied their balls in me, but I could have done with much bigger cocks finishing me off.
When we were finished, it was the Master led me into the bathroom. He instructed me to lie down in the bath. All eleven men took turns to empty their bladders all over my body, avoiding my hood. The warm urine felt wonderful. My ass was stinging from the many slaps I received, and I knew it must have been badly bruised.
The men all left and I was instructed by the Master to take a shower. It took a long shower to wash away the urine. There was a douche attachment nearby so I replaced the shower head with it and gave my anus a good rinse out as best as I could.
The Master took me back upstairs to the holding room, where the Mistress was waiting.
“You did very well”, he said, “We have a special job for you next week – can you accommodate a young woman at your place for five days?”
“Yes.”
“Good. She almost exposed our group, and said online that fat older men repulsed her and that she would never do anal with a man under any circumstances. You have been chosen to punish her. I will bring her over to your house next Monday at 9 am. You will receive instructions from me on what to do with her. Now go home.”
I was back in my car. My ass was still stinging like hell. The drive home was very uncomfortable, and it felt as if some semen was still trickling out of my anus. I did not know what to make of my new instructions.
Since I was a fat old man, I guess I was the obvious choice. But what was I to do with her for five days? There was no point in speculating, so I headed home to soak in a bath – provided my buttocks were not too sore.