Septimus7 : 02 - A Halloween Party to Remember (MM/M)

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02 - A Halloween Party to Remember
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by Septimus7 » Thu Feb 26, 2015 5:30 am

“Hello?”

“It’s me.”

“You’re back early.”

“Cops came and busted the party, so here I am. Can you buzz me in?”

“Sure, here you go.”

The buzzer rang. Fitz stepped through the door, making sure that his cape didn’t get caught on the door.

It was Halloween night, and he was still wearing his superhero costume. It wasn’t anything fancy. He borrowed an old body length suit from one of his friends who had once been a dancer. It was latex, and he wore it over his underwear and t-shirt. He’d asked his friend Melinda to sew a cloth “F” for his name on the front. Because the suit was a dark red in colour, he’d gotten a long, bright purple sheet and had it sewn onto the shoulders as a cape.

The costume looked good on him, even he knew that. But it had a few drawbacks, like having no pockets. So he hadn’t brought his keys or his wallet with him to the party. Luckily his two roommates, Paul and Greg, had said they’d be having a small gathering at their place so they’d be home all night.

They had all met in first year, taking classes together and hitting it off immediately. Now in their second year, they had found a place of their own to bunk in together. It had worked out for moments like this.

Fitz got to the third floor and saw that the front door was open. He went inside, and saw through the hallway that Paul was on the couch in the living room at the other end of the small apartment.

Paul was slightly shorter than Fitz, but far more muscled. While Fitz preferred running and swimming, and had a more streamlined physique as a result, Paul preferred to build muscle in gym workouts. As such he was the kind of friend who you hoped would help you move your stuff. A downside was that he had the stink of a workout on him at almost all times of the day.

“Hey dude,” Paul called as he brushed his black bangs out of his eyes. He was looking away from the hallway, to where Fitz knew the TV was placed.

Fitz took his shoes off and walked down the hall. Paul glanced at him and smirked, “Nice costume.”

Fitz grabbed the edge of his cape and mockingly struck a heroic pose.

“What’s the F stand for?” Paul asked.

Fitz shrugged, “No idea, I just decided to make up a new name every time someone asked me.”

“Figures.” Paul rolled his eyes.

“So are you seriously going to stay in all night?” Fitz asked.

Paul shrugged, “I’m kind of tired of the Halloween party scene.”

“What about Greg?”

“Him too.”

This was strange. Paul and Greg were usually the ones to suggest going out and having fun. What was happening?

“You’ve got something planned, haven’t you?”

Paul looked up, bemused, “What makes you say that?”

“Since when are- MMMMMMMMPH!”

A hand had come from behind Fitz and had covered his mouth. Another seized one of his wrists and pulled it behind his back.

Even as Fitz reacted to the attack, Paul leaped up from his position on the couch and wrap his arms around Fitz’s knees. He yelled out, “Flip him over!”

Fitz, unbalanced by Paul’s seizure of his legs, fell onto the carpeted floor, unwittingly freeing himself from the first attacker’s grip.

Writhing like a caught fish, he attempted to lean over and pull Paul off his legs.

“What the hell are you…!”

“Gag him!” Paul yelled, and Fitz’s vision went dark.

This was because someone- Greg, it had to be Greg!- had taken Fitz’s long cape and had wrapped it around his head several times. It didn’t rob him of the ability to breathe, but it prevented him from seeing what was going on.

He felt his arms grabbed and held in place behind his back, just before he was pushed face-down onto the floor. He tried to yell through his cape, but it was no use: cold metal clicked twice, and his hands were cuffed.

He tried to kick Paul off of him, but Paul was too strong. A large weight suddenly fell on his backside, preventing him from moving too much.

Ropes were wound around his thighs, knees, and finally his shins, securing his legs completely. During the process, one of his attackers had given him a harsh slap one of his toned thighs, prompting a muffled yelp in response.

“Back to his arms,” Fitz heard one of them say. They stood up and crouched down so that he lay between them. More ropes tied his forearms to his chest, and his cuffs were reinforced with rope as well. Finally, his cape was unwrapped from his head, and he could see again.

Paul and Greg were still crouched on the floor on either side of him, but from his perspective they towered over him. Greg was dressed up as a biker of some sort, with a spiked collar, leather vest, and a T-shirt so that his muscular arms were bare.

“What the hell is going on!?” Fitz cursed, gasping for air.

“We didn’t expect you back so soon, so we had to improvise,” Greg responded.

“Improvise? What the hell are yo-mmmph!”

Paul’s smile widened as he looked down at Fitz while cupping his hand over Fitz’s mouth, “I lied to you, Fitzy. We invited the gang over for a special Halloween party tonight. And since it’s a supervillain-themed party, that means we need a reason to celebrate.”

Fitz’s eyes widened as he realized what was going on and shook his head.

It wasn’t this activity which bothered him. He and these two were in an open relationship and had been for quite some time by now. However, more often than not he was always the one being picked on. The two of them delighted in tying him up and gagging him during their times together. All three of them hugely enjoyed these tie up games, but as much as Fitz enjoyed being the victim, he sometimes wished to be on the other side at least once in a while.

“So we’re gonna finish preparing for the party, but we gotta keep you quiet for now.”

Paul removed his hand from Fitz’s mouth and pinched his nose. Fitz eventually opened up to breathe, only for Greg to shove a cloth into his mouth and secure it with selectively sticky bondage tape.

“MMPH!” Fitz protested, even as the other two carried him into his own bedroom, plopping him onto the bed belly first. His large cape covered most of their bondage work, and it was only the tape which gave away his predicament.

“See you in a bit,” Greg said before turning off the lights and closing the door.

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• 02 - A Halloween Party to Remember (MM/M)

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by Septimus7 » Sun Mar 01, 2015 12:43 pm

After what seemed like hours to Fitz, the door opened and the lights turned on again.

He wriggled around to see what was going on.

Paul was now dressed in a cartoonish burglar outfit, adding a bright bolt of lightning on the front as befitting a burglar supervillain.

“Guests will be here soon, time to set you up.”

He and Greg carried Fitz out of his room and into the main area again. While he was being carried in, Fitz looked around with astonishment.

The whole place had been decorated with black streamers, ribbons, and fake jack o’lanterns. The furniture was mostly moved out of the room, except for the couch and a small table. Tin foil covered the carpet, and hard liquors were available on the table. A lone chair was placed in the centre of the room.

“We’ll need your help, Fantastic Boy,” Greg declared- giving Fitz a new superhero name- “So we’ll need you to be right here for now.”

With that, they propped him onto the chair, binding him to it by his torso and already-bound legs. After that was done, they undid the tape around his mouth.

Spitting out the rag in his mouth, Fitz glared at his captors, “You guys are so gonna pay for th-mmmm!” A ball gag was thrust into his mouth, forcing him to open his mouth as wide as possible.

“Babe, we’ve just gotten started,” Paul said, in a tone that made Fitz’s eyes widen and a shudder go down his back.

“Here’s your superhero equipment for tonight.”

To Fitz’s shock, a large, yet light, metal bowl was secured to his gag. Fitz kept his head level as they filled the bowl with chips.

“If you let any of those chips drop, you’re gonna get a real superheroic punishment,” Paul threatened.

Just then there was a knock at the door.

“Sweet! Here they are!”

Greg went to open the door. Fitz shut his eyes, suddenly embarrassed at being so completely helpless in this situation.

“Hey man, ready for the supervillain bash?” He heard someone ask.

“Hell yeah,” replied Paul, “and as we promised, we have an honoured guest for the occasion.”

Fitz moaned quietly as footsteps approached him. Several people gasped and a few began to laugh.

“Holy shit! You guys weren’t kidding!”

Fitz recognized that voice. He opened his eyes.

Six or seven new people stood around him, admiring Paul and Greg’s handiwork. Fitz knew them all. They were all part of the LGBTQ community at the university. Fitz had even hooked up with most of the guys at one point or another, by the looks of it. The only girls were the couple Melinda and Lisa, who had never seen him trussed up like this.

All of them were also dressed as villains. Lisa was wearing a Harley Quinn costume, while Melinda flaunted her bountiful cleavage with a sexy Catwoman suit. Fitz counted two different Loki’s, a Joker, a Red Skull, and even someone dressed as Bane.

“Oh my god,” Melinda squealed as she approached him where he sat. Fitz moaned at the wild look in her eye.

Greg had a wide smile as he took a few chips from the bowl, “We figured if we’re gonna do this supervillain party properly, we needed a superhero to be our bitch for the night.”

Melinda’s eyes roamed over Fitz’s bonds, her smile rivalling Greg’s, “This was a great idea. He’s our entertainment tonight?”

“Let’s say he’s our own little guest for tonight.” Greg remarked, leaning down to pinch one of Fitz’s sides. Wincing, but just managing to keep his head balanced, Fitz yelped through his gag.

Fitz held his head level, even as people began grabbing chips and socializing. Occasionally someone would tickle him, and no matter how careful he was, chips fell out of the bowl onto the floor.

When this happened, the group would count how many had fallen and tallied them up on a piece of paper.

As the loud music played on, and the group got more drunk, the hands were more lingering on Fitz’s body. One of his exes, Sean, even grabbed the area of latex over his crotch and gripped hard enough for Fitz to squeal through his gag.

“You’re real sexy tonight, babe,” Sean murmured, giving Fitz’s ear a small lick.

Fitz moaned. It was one of his huge turn-ons, and Sean knew it. Sean had once strapped him to a bed belly-first and had ridden him like a horse for a good twenty minutes. He knew all about Fitz’s kinks. Fitz felt himself harden, made so much more obvious by the tight latex.

Fitz knew then that all his protestations were gone. He felt himself fully give into his situation. He wanted to be dominated completely. The thought of it made his heart race. All hesitation was gone in the face of such pleasure. Let them do what they pleased with him, for he was theirs for the night.

Sean giggled and hurried away, knowing just when to stop teasing. The group had always been open about their flings and sexual encounters, but even they had limits, regardless of alcohol.

Finally Paul turned the music off and made an announcement.

“Alright, villains and villainesses, time for our first game of tonight. As we’re all aware, we captured us a clumsy superhero by the name of Fantastic Boy!”

This prompted laughter and fake applause.

Paul continued, “So let’s get him ready for round 1!”

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by Septimus7 » Tue Mar 03, 2015 12:34 pm

Three or four people approached Fitz and untied him from the chair. While they did so, Paul undid the elaborate bowl gag over Fitz’s mouth, which Lisa replaced by stuffing what tasted like an old sock into Fitz’s mouth and securing it with a classic detective-style handkerchief gag. He didn’t bother to struggle, he knew it was what they wanted. They wanted a show from him. Anyway, he was nervous because the inevitable groping of his body made his excitement very obvious. This prompted more laughter.

Easily held by the group, Fitz was made to stand on his feet, his legs still bound. His arms were untied, however, and re-positioned so that they were tied over his head, secured to the ceiling by rope. His feet were tied together, and as were his big toes. The rope connected to the ceiling was stretched so tied that Fitz could only touch the floor by his bound big toes.

“Alright, let’s start!” Melinda yelled impatiently. She and a couple of the guys had taken out their cell phones and were snapping pictures of Fitz, much to his gagged indignation.

Paul held out his hands and addressed the group, “So by our count, Fantastic Boy dropped one hundred chips onto the floor!” The group gave a unanimous laugh worthy of any supervillain league. They had intentionally miscounted.

Fitz protested, but the surprisingly effective gag made any communication impossible. When nobody noticed, someone- probably Sean- gave Fitz a tremendous pinch on his buttocks while giving his bulging package another strong squeeze. Nobody noticed Fitz’s moans as anything more than continued outrage.

“So we’ve decided to give our guest a round of lashes. I believe we know who’s first.”

Fitz suddenly noticed Melinda approaching him, brandishing the part of her Catwoman costume which Fitz hadn’t noticed till now.

A leather horsewhip.

Fitz felt himself grow cold with fear at the sight of the fearsome-looking whip, but moreso at the dangerous smile on Melinda’s face. She was a very beautiful woman, who preferred to keep her blond hair cropped close to her skull. Her bright blue eyes were bright with excitement, and her partner Lisa was already laughing with delight at what was about to happen.

Melinda went out of Fitz’s line of vision, and after a short moment, a whistling sound began, ending quickly with a muffled crack as it struck Fitz’s rear end.

Fitz swore into his gag, but even as he felt the pain of the blow, he was relieved that his costume had cushioned the blows somewhat.

Melinda did not leave him much time to recover. She rained blows upon his buttocks, thighs, and at one point, his back. Fitz was surprised at how he was able to withstand such hard strikes. He knew Melinda was putting her all into it, but the clothing over his skin allowed her to do so without seriously hurting him.

After Melinda finished, one of Fitz’s exes stepped forward to have his turn. Eventually everyone had a share in his lashes, totalling 100. As much as he cursed at the dull pain from these parts of his body, Fitz was glad that they had figured out how to safely apply these blows.

As he had been whipped, some small talk had resumed, as though it was the most normal thing in the world to have a guy at your party who was tied up and gagged while dressed like a superhero.

Finally, when everyone was finished, the supervillains converged on their hostage. The gag was left intact, but his other bonds were undone. To make sure he wouldn’t struggle, Red Skull and Bane held his arms behind his back while pushing him down on his knees.

The others rearranged the room so that the table was brought back. Then, Fitz was seized by his limbs and lifted onto the table. While three of the group held him down, the others bound his hands and feet to the different legs of the table. He was stretched out on his back, unwilling to struggle for fear of knocking the table over or breaking it.

The others had clearly banked on that, for Paul grinned down at Fitz’s predicament, “Careful, buddy, we need that deposit back end of semester.”

“MMMPH!” Fitz screamed. Not because of what Paul said, but because Lisa and Sean began furious tickling him. He attempted, with superhuman effort, to stay still, but it was no use.

The table shook with him as he tried to writhe away from the prying fingers.

Greg suddenly leaned forward, grabbed Fitz’s crotch, and squeezed. Fitz’s eyes widened and he lay absolutely still.

“Tie his torso down,” one of the Lokis suggested.

Ropes secured his chest, waist, thighs, and calves to the table surface.

“And now for some more fun,” Paul announced, producing what had once been a twister wheel, but had been covered with sticky notes. When Fitz got a good look at what the notes said, he began shaking his head furiously, pleading through his gag for mercy.

“Now we’re going to play, wheel of torture!” Greg announced gleefully, the villains once again cheering and laughing evilly as they crowded around their superhero captive.

“We’ve collected some materials for this, and each one of us will have a chance to torture our boy wonder here on the table,” Paul declared.

“Me first,” Bane called out. He stepped forward and spun the wheel.

It landed on “Ice”.

“Ooooohhh,” the others said, even though ice was in fact one of the tamer options on the list.

Bane didn’t complain, however, and took several ice cubes from the small freezer. Approaching Fitz, he lifted up the front of his latex costume and shoved the ice cubes onto his chest.

Fitz shuddered from the sudden cold, even as one of the Jokers took his turn.

“Honey”.

“Excellent!” the Joker cried, attempting and failing to give one of the Joker’s trademark laughs. He grabbed the small bowl of honey and generously slathered it all over Fitz’s torso.

Fitz felt the honey seep into the latex, “Mmmph”ing in distaste over the feeling. The ice, meanwhile, was melting fast, causing the honey to mix a little into the cold water.

Lisa was third, earning the prize of mayonnaise. This, she smeared onto the latex covering his legs, which really earned his displeasure. Fitz hated mayonnaise.

On it went. The second Joker dripped lemon juice over his gag so that it seeped through the OTM cloth and into the rag stuffed into his mouth. Fitz resorted to breathing through his nose, but the sourness stung all the same.

Sean, dressed as Loki, rubbed barbecue sauce all over Fitz’s arms. The Red Skull filmed the entire thing, struggling desperately not to laugh too hard. Melinda took the whipped cream canister and sprayed two large patches over where Fitz’s nipples were, and an especially large pile over his groin.

Fitz spent most of the torture reacting with outrage and disgust at the various ways they tormented him. He tried to ignore the jolts of having his body rubbed up and down by these various people.

Finally, Greg and Paul were up. Greg took a bowl from the table, and dipped his hand into it. Approaching Fitz, he revealed that he had stuffed his hand in liquid chocolate, and he put it all over Fitz’s neck and body.

Over the course of this process, the whipped cream had melted, as had the ice. The various elements had mixed together on Fitz’s body, and the smell was filling the room. Paul finished the festivities by ordering the villains to sit Fitz upright. The ropes were undone, and Fitz was sat upright, held fast by four different pairs of hands.

“In honour of our guest!” Paul exclaimed joyfully as he slammed a classic cream pie into Fitz’s face. The laughter and cheers rang in Fitz’s ears, even as they untied him from the table and carried him to the bathroom.

Placing him in the small bathroom on his stomach, Fitz’s arms and legs were put into a strict hogtie, so that he could barely move at all. The foul cloth gag and stuffing were both replaced with a large ball gag which stretched his mouth to the fullest extent. The various condiments had seeped through his suit and cape so that he felt dirtier than he had ever felt in his life.

Suddenly, he felt liquid soap spray on his head, back, and limbs as someone else turned the water on.

The water –thank Christ, it was warm at least- rose to his chin, if he kept his head up. Bubbles from the soap surrounded him, even as tied a blindfold over his eyes.

“Enjoy your bath, do-gooder!” One of the Joker’s announced in a mock-villain voice, and with that, ear plugs were put in Fitz’s ears, the light turned off, and the party leave him to his bath.

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by Septimus7 » Tue Mar 10, 2015 1:50 pm

After what seemed like quite a long time, Fitz heard the door open again. His plugs and blindfold were removed, and he looked up.

Paul and Greg stood over him, smiling. They had changed out of their costumes, and were just in their underwear.

“Mmph?”

“The party’s done, Fitzy. The others went home.” Greg explained.

“They told us to tell you that they’d never had such fun before, and they want to do this again for the next party,” Paul added.

Fitz moaned.

“Oh, they won’t pick on you again,” Paul replied, “They had their fun with you, now it’ll be a matter of picking the next victim. I’m betting on Melinda, personally.”

“But we’re not done with you, not by a long shot.” Greg suddenly said. There was a different tone to his voice. It wasn’t just the mockery of a villain gloating over a captured superhero. There was more to it than that.

The two young men drained the bathtub and waited for the water to drain. Soaking Fitz had down the trick. Most of the filth from before was washed out, though he was now soaked to the bone. The cape was so wet that it clung to his frame underneath his hogtied limbs.

Fitz was picked up and carried out to the main room. The decorations were gone, and instead there was the chair he had sat in during the party.

They laid him so that his stomach and torso rested on the chair seat. His arms were bound behind him, and his legs were re-tied so that they were each bound to a chair leg. Fitz knew what was coming next.

“You’ve been wearing that costume too long, sexy,” Greg stated, and the sound of something entered Fitz’s ears. The snapping sound of scissors. He braced himself for the inevitable.

Fitz felt the cold metal cut through the latex. It cut his superhero costume clean in half, only for Greg to pull the bottom half, along with his underpants, down to his knees.
Greg slapped Fitz’s buttocks several times, even as Fitz gave muffled squeals in response. In truth, though, Fitz felt himself harden at this position he was in.

Slowly, Greg pushed two fingers past Fitz’s twin cheeks and probed inward. Fitz groaned at the feeling, even as he looked up to see Paul re-enter his line of vision.

Paul’s muscles were evident all over his naked body. He was already half-excited, so that Fitz’s eyes were riveted on his generous manhood. He knew what was going to happen, and he felt himself nearly burst at the thought of what was to come.

Without warning, Greg suddenly removed his fingers and with two more slaps to Fitz’s cheeks, plunged his own manhood into the opening between them.

Fitz yelled, not from pain, but from the delight of being taken in this manner by Greg. He sensed the latex of a condom covering Greg’s member. Greg had always delighted in restraining Fitz during their moments of passion, and Paul had gleefully joined in with their games later on. But this was the first time that both had taken him in such a manner, and he already loved it.

Greg warmed Fitz up by thrusting himself further into Fitz, even as Fitz’s body moved back and forth from the efforts.

Paul unclipped Fitz’s ball-gag, and gave a long smile as he directed a new kind of gag towards Fitz’s mouth.

“Ooogghh” Fitz moaned as Paul’s throbbing member filled his mouth. Greg’s rhythmic thrusts continued to move Fitz forward and backward, allowing Paul to stand still whilst being pleasured. He grabbed Fitz by the back of his head to pull him further towards himself, revelling in the feeling.

Fitz ran his tongue across Paul’s manhood, his eyes wide at the sensations he felt. They had never done this kind of simultaneous move on him before, but the sheer dominance drove him wild with desire. He moaned as he sucked furiously while breathing through his nostrils. Meanwhile he felt jolts of pain and ecstasy shooting throughout his body as Greg began thrusting harder and faster.

Feeling short of breath, Fitz worked hard to push Paul towards release. He wanted Paul and Greg to come inside of him, he wanted to feel what that was like. Both men were breathing heavily, tightening their grips on his hair and buttocks.

Suddenly Greg cried out, and Fitz felt Greg’s hot seed burst inside of him. He gave a choked yell of ecstasy as Paul gasped aloud at what he was clearly watching and feeling. Barely a second after Greg’s climax, Paul ejaculated into Fitz’s mouth. Fitz greedily swallowed Paul’s load. There was far more of it than he had expected (he hadn’t had sex with Paul for over two weeks till now) and some semen leaked out of his mouth onto newspaper that had been laid on the ground.

Fitz was overwhelmed. He furiously sucked on Paul’s manhood, cleaning it of cum. He felt Greg collapse on top of him, hands digging into his shoulders.

Paul gasped as he slid his limp member out of Fitz’s mouth. Slowly, he knelt down and held a single finger over Fitz’s lips, “You like that, sexy?”

Fitz nodded meekly. It had felt amazing.