Glenda was a hot babe in my government class at a community college in Dallas. I'd had my eye on her for some time. And she'd guest-starred in more than a few of my stroke-off fantasies. However, I didn't really think I'd ever have a chance to be with her.
I'm 25 years old, stocky 210 pounds on a 5-foot 6-inch frame. Okay, so I'm a little chunky --there's some undeniable padding on my belly, but, there's a good bit of muscles beneath my pudginess, too.
Sometimes, my boldness surprises me. I once brushed my hand across Glenda's butt while the class was filing out after a lecture. She whipped her head around and glared at me.
That is why I was taken aback when she approached me and asked me to attend a Halloween party her boss was giving.
"Come on, Hugh," she coaxed. "I think you'd be a lot of fun."
I agreed to go, unable to understand my luck.
"I'm going as Glenda the Good Witch. Why don't you come as Baby Huey? We're all supposed to somehow tie in our names to our costumes. The best correlation wins a cash prize."
That Friday I picked her up wearing nothing but a sheet wrapped around my pelvis in the fashion of a diaper. My beefy stature helped my appearance as a baby. Glenda was a knock-out in her Good Witch gown, complete with magic wand.
At the party, though, Glenda avoided me and didn't introduce me to anyone. I just stood to myself and watched the costumed proceedings. Most people were sufficiently masked so that no one knew who they were.
Glenda's boss, Eddie Hogan, wore a black speedo bathing suit and a black leather vest. He wore a blond wig and professed to be "Hollywood" Hogan. He was a massive, meaty specimen of a man, not too terribly different than the real Terry Hogan.
After about an hour, I'd downed a number of beers when "Hollywood" Hogan approached. "Are you Baby Huey?"
"Yeah." I kind of hesitated, curious about the question. Then, I saw Glenda watching from across the room.
"Come with me, Baby." He slung one massive arm around my neck and led me in a head-lock to the center of the room.
"Hey! What's the idea, jerk!" He was clearly a bodybuilder who outweighed me by about 50 or 60 pounds.
"Everybody! Can I have your attention?" The crowd silenced. "This is the fat punk who grabbed Glenda in her class the other day. I'm sure you've all heard that story." He paused. I knew I was in for it.
"Babies who disobey get what they deserve, don't they?"
"Yeah!" The crowd chanted together. Then, Glenda appeared with a chair and placed it behind her boss. He easily turned me around and twisted an arm behind my back. He sat down and positioned me across his lap.
"We spank 'em!" And he slammed a large paw into my ass. The padding from the diaper cushioned the blow considerably. I was thankful I had worn it. But, he was not to be deterred. I felt his hand grab a wad of the sheet and before I could protest he yanked it downward. After two strong tugs, it began to unravel and slip downward.
The top half of my ass was exposed to the partygoers.
"Hey!" I shouted.
"This won't do. This thing is coming off, Baby. And keep your mouth shut or it will be worse."
Another forceful pull and I heard ripping and felt the material slip away. The whole diaper came off! I was completed naked over this big man's lap in front of an audience of masked strangers.
I opened my mouth to protest again, and he twisted my arm tighter. Then, he let loose with another stinging slap to my plump cheeks. They wiggled like Jell-O to everyone's delight.
He let me have about twenty hard smacks while the crowd cheered him on and laughed uncontrollably. "Glenda, bring me that magic wand." I knew that couldn't be good.
"Here ya go, Baby." Hogan spoke to me as he inserted the handle of the wand up my puckered ass. I tensed and flexed. But, he began to churn it, working it in and out. He was _f_u_c_k_ing my butt with a stick in front of the excited audience. Eyes around the room were lit up with glee, and smiles were on every face.
Then things got worse. Yep. My pecker started swelling. I could feel it against Hogan's hairy leg. I think he could, too, because he started really pumping the wand and digging it all around inside me -- really violating my ass for the crowd's sake.
I realized then I was starting to cry. And through my tears I saw Glenda staring at my ass, mouth agape.
At last the wand came out. "Come slap these chubby cheeks one time, Glenda, and say the magic word."
She approached and slammed an open palm across my right cheek. It stung pretty good. "Abracadabra!" She shouted. "Let the hard-on appear!"
As she spoke, Hogan twisted my arm again and wrenched me to my feet. Shoving my arm higher up my back, he thrust my hips outward and my erection swayed before the amused crowd. Cheers erupted from the girls, and the guys literally guffawed.
I know my face was burning red, but my ass was totally on fire. And I don't know if my 7-inch _c_o_c_k_ had ever been more erect. It was almost painfully stiff, as if the skin might split open like an overcooked hotdog.
Then, Glenda picked up the wand and brought it down on my thick, rigid shaft. The force of the blow bent my manhood down, but it snapped back, staring at the ceiling with its one eye. Glenda passed the baton and Hogan led me around the room, my bobbing _c_o_c_k_ thrust out before me, leading the way like a proud hood ornament. Each new partygoer took their turn spanking my dick with the magic wand. Some smacked the bulbous mushroom head, others went for the swollen shaft. A couple of the sadistic jerks whipped my balls with quick, rapid, and forceful taps. Everybody was having a grand old time. But, I had never imagined such humility and degradation.
I was bawling freely now. Like a baby.
Once Hogan had led me around the room, he took me back to the center and stood me in front of the chair.
"Okay, Baby, I've got one more magic trick to do with this wand. And you're gonna do what I tell you or Dracula over there is gonna make lots of copies of this video for lots of people."
I glanced over. Sure enough, some guy dressed as Dracula had captured the whole incident on video!
"Now," explained Hogan, "I'm gonna let go of your little arm. But you are gonna put both arms on top of your head and interlace your fingers. Do you understand?"
When I didn't respond, he reached around with a massive hand and grabbed my nuts with a terrific squeeze. I wanted to faint, but I didn't. I knew he meant business, though.
"Yes, sir." I said meekly.
"When I let go of your arm, hands go directly on top of your head or what happens will be much, much worse. I'll face-_f_u_c_k_ you right here and make you drink every drop!"
I eagerly did as I was told. Hands on my head. But, my dick still stood stiffly, hard as any stone. And I could still tell that the eyes in the room were glued to my exposed and excited man-meat.
Hogan sat down behind me and instructed me to spread my legs a little. I was willing to do as he ordered to get this over with.
The wand handle slipped up inside my ass, again. And Hogan probed around, watching my reaction. He found a good spot and proceeded to _f_u_c_k_ my ass some more, occasionally slapping a sore, reddened bare cheek for effect.
Soon, I closed my eyes and began bucking my hips methodically. The familiar sensation began building inside me. "No." I whispered. "Please stop." My voice was meek. But, I didn't really want him to stop. I was too far gone.
He stopped moving the wand and held it steady, letting me do all the work as I humped and bucked myself, impaling my ass on the wand.
I suddenly opened my eyes, and without warning, I sprayed a ribbon of creamy seed across the room. It landed and the feet of a woman dressed as a ghoul. Then, my subsequent eruptions of cum exploded on the floor all around me. I don't think I had ever spent such a big load.
The audience roared with approval. They got their prize.
I expected what happened next.
"Make him lick it up, boss." That was Glenda speaking. My date.
So, I was suddenly shoved to the ground and the hands on my neck and holding my hat guided my face to the various globs of cum. At first, I refused. But, Hogan reached down between my legs while I was on all-fours, grabbed my nutsack, pulled it backwards through my legs, lifted up, and squeezed.
I screamed so loud it startled the crowd who quieted for a moment. But, their banter and amused laughter started again when I was soon crying and tonguing up my sperm and my tears that fell down and mixed with it.
Grabbing my feet, Hogan swiveled around and sat on my back with my lugs wrenched backwards and tucked under his armpits. "Boston crab, everybody!!" As he sat on my back and pulled on my legs , I had to arch my back from the pressure. And that, of course, thrust out my now-exposed _c_o_c_k_ and balls as they raised up off the floor.
Someone in a ghost sheet (I still don't know if it was man or woman) came forward and thumped and pinched my dangling goods.
"Quit your crying, Baby!" Hogan yelled at me. "You deserve this!"
Next he flipped me over and I tried to scramble away. But, when he caught me and spun me around, he put a sleeper hold on me and I passed out.
When I regained consciousness, I was lying naked in the back of my truck in the parking lot outside the apartment. There were three Polaroids on my chest. One of them showed Hogan with his speedos lowered, sitting on my unconscious face with his bare ass. Another showed someone's _c_o_c_k_ in my mouth. And the third was the image of four hands spreading my asscheeks apart while a guys dressed as the Lone Ranger pissed in my asshole.
I started crying from the humiliation and embarrassment. And my ass still stung from the beating.
I knew the keys were under my driver's seat, so I started to drive home. But, in my anger over what had happened, I made a very bad decision: I stormed back into the apartment where the party was still going on. (But, that's another story.)