Dark Paradise - Part 4

Alright, maybe this story does need more than four parts! 

All characters are consenting adults (18+) 

For the last two nights, almost every single person in Dark Paradise had strolled around with their cocks hanging out. Indeed, a rare few of them had worn some sort of tight, revealing undergarment, but for the most part, they’d been naked.

Now, however, when I’d finally found the courage to strip down and join in on the exciting ordeal, the dress code had seemingly changed. Drastically.

Handsome men stood around enjoying their conversations and sipping on fancy drinks. Some of them sat at tables, others huddled in groups, but all of them, wore some form of clothing. I immediately grabbed my junk and gawped.

A small group of men who were standing near me wore suits. One of them was smoking a cigar, and looked very wealthy, indeed. Across from them, two burly men wore leather shorts, leather shirts, and leather hats. Closer to the pool, a handful of young men, who looked to be in their late teens or early twenties, were donned in military uniform, and no matter where my eyes landed, men of all shapes and sizes, wore fucking clothes!

“You must be The Slut” a deep voice growled, and I stumbled backwards as a large, beefy bald guy wearing a police officer’s uniform glared at me. For a moment, I couldn’t work out whether the guy really was a cop, but I assumed, from the name he’d called me, that he likely was not.

“I… Uh… No” I swallowed, absolutely mortified by the situation. “I um… I think I made a mistake”.

“Nonsense” he chuckled, and extended his hand. “Name’s Hank”.

I grimaced. How the fuck was I going to get out of this? I was the only naked person in the entire resort. Why hadn’t Niko told me? Why hadn’t the receptionist told me!? As I awkwardly shook the man’s hand, I realised that not a single person had told me to get naked, either.

“They really outdo themselves” Hank smiled, “every year, The Slut is even hotter than the previous one. They must have paid a pretty penny for you, son”.

I didn’t know whether to smile or squirm. Obviously I had been mistaken for somebody else, but now that Hank was paying such intimate attention to me, I felt the embarrassment of the whole thing begin to slip away.

“You seem shy” he said, eyeing my hands, which remained clasped over my junk. “Let’s get you loosened up, huh?”

My eyes widened. Did this guy think that I was going to let him stick something in my ass? I opened my mouth to protest, until he spoke again.

“What will it be? I’d advise a Martini, but they’re a bit of an acquired taste”.

I relaxed my shoulders and almost laughed. “Anything” I said, and he smiled again before walking toward the bar.

As I stood there, still covering myself, I couldn’t help but notice the hundreds of eyes on me. Everywhere I looked, somebody looked back. I considered turning right back around and leaving, but something inside me kept me rooted to the spot, until Hank returned with an intricate looking cocktail.

“That should ease the nerves” he grinned, and tipped his glass against mine. “See you around, Slut”.

I wasn’t sure whether to be offended by the name, or not. Evidently, I wasn’t who he thought I was, but there was something rather arousing about being called such a nasty name. I felt myself twitch as I took a large gulp of the sweet alcohol, and shivered as it burned my throat.

I finished the cocktail quickly, and felt the buzz of it float around my head as I awkwardly moved toward the corner. The music had become louder since I’d arrived, so I didn’t hear the two young men who had approached from the left.

“Nice” a handsome British guy grinned, sipping from a pint of beer. He was taller than me, wider than me, and his arms were the size of my legs. I forced a smile, as he and his friend stood in front of me.

They looked to be in their early twenties, and were dressed in soccer kits. I had to admit that the outfits suited them, and when the shorter one; a tanned, dark haired guy, reached between his legs and shook himself, I gulped.

“Do we have to ask?” He said, scoffing.

I stood there, frozen. Was he suggesting what I thought he was? Surely not. I hadn’t even spoken to them.

“Mate” the taller one said, snapping his fingers in front of me. My eyes had glazed over for a moment, but I turned to him. “Our dicks?” He added, as though it should have been obvious.

Without another word, both of the men reached into their soccer shorts and pulled out thick tubes of cock. My eyes widened. I hadn’t been mistaken. The two of them wanted blowjobs, and immediately, I gasped.

“Last year’s Slut was better” the shorter one said, whilst I continued to glare at their long, dark rods.

I’d never seen a cock up close before, except my own, of course. They looked bigger from this angle, and thicker, too. The taller guy had a larger one, with a bulbous helmet that was covered by foreskin. His friend, whilst a little shorter, was fat and veined. My mouth began to water as I studied them.

“Are you gonna’ suck us off or what?” One of them asked.

“Huh?” I mumbled, peeling my eyes from their organs. “I mean uh… Yeah… Yeah I can do that”.

Another wave of nervousness washed over me. Was I really agreeing to this? My first time with a guy, and I was about to do it in front of a crowd of men? As I stood there and stared down at their junk, I was certainly grateful for the cocktail.

The shorter guy shook his tool impatiently, and after a series of panicked breaths, I got down on one knee and knelt directly in front of his meat.

“About time” he growled, and took a step closer, catching me off guard and slapping his dick across my face. “Suck, Slut”.

This was insane! I should have been offended by the whole situation, especially the new nickname that I’d seemingly earned, but instead, I was becoming more and more excited by the whole thing.

I swallowed hard, and hesitantly reached for the cock in front of me, before my hand was slapped away.

“Didn’t they train you for this?” He asked, unimpressed. “You suck with your mouth, Slut”.

The more I heard the name, the more I began to enjoy it. How, in the space of just a couple of days, had I gone from a seemingly straight eighteen year old, to a slut?

I inhaled the warm musk from the man’s junk and slowly leaned my head closer. He smelled of fresh sweat, cologne and the same intoxicating stench that I often got from my own hand after jerking off. It was delicious.

Using only my tongue, I lifted his heavy member and felt the sharp flavours invading my mouth. The head was relatively dry, but he slipped between my lips with ease, and in that exact moment, I knew that I’d found my purpose.

I didn’t care about the internal battles anymore. Maybe I was gay. Maybe I wasn’t. It didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was the cock that was beginning to harden in my mouth, and the delicious taste of it as I slowly took it deeper into my throat.

The young man let out a low sigh as I struggled to contain my gags. It was difficult to tell how large he became, but I continued to swallow him until I tasted the salty droplets of pre that began to drool from his tool.

“Can you imagine what Sarah would say if she saw this?” The guy in my mouth laughed.

“Don’t joke about that shit, man” the other replied, “Rachel would never let me go on another lad’s holiday if she knew this was the shit we were getting up to”.

The idea that the two handsome Brits had girlfriends back home should have made me feel guilty, but it had the opposite effect. I sped up on the cock, sucking and licking the stiff flesh and feeling him become wetter as I did.

“I’m gonna cum” he grunted, and sure enough, my mouth flooded with warm, thick sperm, and I had no idea what to do with it.

He pulled his prick from between my lips and squeezed it onto the ground. I kept his load on my tongue as he pulled his shorts back up, and then, without warning, the taller of the two placed his hand on my head and twisted it toward him, and as the pair began to discuss the Premiere League, his cock slid inside.

His buddy’s cum sloshed around his helmet which pushed some of it deeper into me. Without meaning to, my throat muscles began to force the load into my stomach, and eventually, I gulped down the sperm, and turned my attention back toward sucking the new guy’s dick.

I felt dirty, but in a good way. The taste of cum and cock was becoming more and more pleasant, and the more I sucked him, the better it felt.

They continued their conversation above, laughing and joking, whispering and drinking, and after almost ten minutes, shots of seed spilled onto the back of my tongue, and I swallowed it down eagerly.

“Thanks, Slut” he said, squeezing the remainder of his nut onto my tongue before picking up his glass. The two of them walked away without another word, and I remained on my knees, gasping, gawping and hornier than I had ever been before.

“Oh, there you are!” A voice came, and I looked around, still dazed by what had just happened, as a middle aged man hurried toward me. “You’re late” he said, disapprovingly, and before I had a chance to explain the situation, I felt the thick leather strap closing around my neck.

“W… What’s that?” I asked, fingering the cold leather as he clicked it into place behind me.

“Come, come!” He said, pulling me to my feet as I realised that he’d just placed a dog collar around my throat.

“Come where?” I asked, still confused, and becoming even more confused by the second.

“Every year” he sighed to himself, pulling me through the crowds as I desperately held onto my junk with one hand. “I told him last year” he continued, “hiring The Slut from an agency always ends in disaster. They’re always so unprepared!”.

“I think there’s been a mistake” I grimaced, as the man yanked me onto a small, square podium where a single steel pole stuck up from the middle.

“Ten minutes” he said, and jumped from the little stage as hordes of party goers began to surround me.

I stared down at them as my heart exploded inside me. What the fuck was this? They stood all around, all watching and grinning as the neon lights that I’d seen from my balcony began to shoot in my direction. I turned my head left and right, and realised that all attention was on me, and then the music changed, and I realised what they wanted me to do.

“Dance, Slut!” Called a voice from the crowd.