I had started going to a nearby bar called Shakeys when I got off work to have a few drinks before I headed home. It was a noisy, smoky, metropolitan ...rowd with everything from rich kids looking for fun to blue collar guys like me just looking to get drunk. I sat at a booth at the back, sucking down a couple of beers when I saw her come into the bar. It wasn't that she didn't fit, she looked outwardly like any of a dozen other rich girls in the bar who were looking for sex, or drugs, or some. What had I done? How could I have agreed to this? Up until this moment I hadn't given any thought to disease, or for that matter how many partners I might be expected to accept. I twisted in my bonds trying to pull loose, I wanted to make sure that I told Steve that there had to be some kind of limit. But I couldn't pull myself free and then I felt my first lover between my legs. He didn't enter me right away, and to my pleasant surprise I felt a tongue licking at my pussy. It was exciting not. Soon she was drunk and swayed on her feet. I pushed on to a couch and started drinking my ass off. I was drinking at an alarming rate and was well on my way to breaking things and fornicating with hot girls, when some Tara came up to me and said, “I need you to fuck me…” “What?” I asked her swaying on my feet. She laughed and held on to me but she was just as drunk as I was. “That bitch dared me and I need your cock…” She said pointing at a blonde chick who was smoking pot. I rubbed my eyes but. As she spoke she walked around me sliding her riding crop over my nipples. She would slapped my ass a number of times to make her point clear. Finally, without warning she jerked the bungee cord, stretching my cock painfully, causing me to moan as precum dripped down my shaft. She then struck my stretched cock and balls very hard very hard with her riding crop. I tried to scream, the ball gag only allowed a moan. The sides of my cock and balls were red as she smiled. Saying, “Such a delightful.