Page 11 of The Swap Masquerade

“You can watch us if you want.” Embarrassment washed over me as I realized I’d been caught. I would have felt like a total creeper if not for the fact that they’d invited me in. Clearly, my being there hadn’t bothered them at all.

I rounded the corner and leaned against the doorframe, trying to appear casual, even though I was anything but. There were two men inside what appeared to be a guest room and they were stretched across the bed, making out. Their masks disguised most of their features, but their mouths were visible, and I watched as their tongues dipped and swirled around each other in an erotic sort of dance.

Hands began to wander, over and under clothing. More moans spilled out into the room and I felt it in my core, almost as if they were touching me too. Fingers grasped and soon, they had freed each other of their shirts. I took in the dark swirling hairs that covered the man on top’s chest and wondered if they felt coarse or soft.

My breath caught as he bent his head and swirled the tip of his tongue over the other man’s nipple. I saw a flash of white teeth right before they bit down on the tiny nub and the man beneath him writhed and moaned, his hands coming up to grip the other man’s head, holding him in place. He teased the nub for several moments, licking and sucking it into his mouth until it stood in a tight, pink peak. He turned, lavishing attention on the other nipple before kissing his way up the man’s throat. Their lips were swollen and red when they came together once again in a fiery kiss.

My blood surged fast and hot, like liquid fire running through my veins. I moved out of the doorway, taking several paces down the hallway before leaning against the wall as I tried to calm my racing heart. I reached down and adjusted my dick which pressed painfully against the front of my jeans. My brain warned me that I should slow things down if I didn’t want to end up embarrassing myself in front of everyone. Every other part of me screamed to keep going, to see and experience everything I possibly could.

Deciding my brain was outnumbered, I went with what the rest of me wanted to do. I peeked into a couple more rooms, seeing men of all different ages and sizes, pleasuring their partners and seeking pleasure of their own. How anyone could find it wrong for two men to be together was beyond me, because what I’d seen so far was nothing short of beautiful.

Eventually, I ended up back in the living room and I paused at the wide glass doors along the back wall. Outside, a man leaned back on his arms along the edge of the pool, his feet dangling in the water as his partner sucked him off. His face was tilted up to the sky, his eyes closed as he became lost in the feel of his partner’s mouth.

Behind them, two men were on their hands and knees in the grass, facing away from each other. A man stood naked in front of each of them, thrusting his cock down a kneeling man’s throat. It took me a second to realize what I was seeing, but then I caught another flash of purple and my mouth ran dry.

The two men who were kneeling rocked back and forth in a synchronized fashion as they each rode their half of a bright purple, double-ended dildo. Like one long chain, every time the guys who were standing thrust into their partners’ mouths, it caused a ripple effect that sent a wave of sensations through all four men. Again, I reached down and pressed my palm firmly against the bulge in my pants to stave off the orgasm that was now constantly threatening to erupt.

Music coming from somewhere nearby captured my attention and I turned away from the glass doors. Following the sound down a long corridor, I discovered a set of stairs. The music grew louder as I descended the steps and the heavy bass reverberated through my chest. The pulsating rhythm was sensual and sexy, the perfect soundtrack to the carnal activities taking place within the walls of that house.

The smell of sweat and sex permeated the air, and the intoxicating mixture had my head spinning by the time I reached the bottom step. I found myself standing in one massive room that appeared to run the entire length of the house. It was no ordinary room, however, and not only because of its size. With the walls painted midnight black, a fully stocked bar to the left, and a multitude of lights circling overhead, it reminded me of a few of the nightclubs I’d been to with my teammates.

I began wandering around the room, slowly taking everything in. Near the bar, the man I recognized as our host was bent over a barstool between two other guys being…spit roasted. Or at least that’s what I thought the term was. And yet another couple was seated on a chair, one man straddling the other. The guy on top bounced up and down on the other man’s lap while holding onto his shoulders and I took a few minutes to enjoy the view of the long, condom-sheathed cock gliding in and out of his eager hole.

I let out a loud groan, but the sound was swallowed up by the pulsating music. It was all too much, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold off. Everywhere I turned, men were letting down their guards and trusting the masks to keep their secrets safe. I was frustrated and horny, yet still not sure I felt comfortable joining in with the wild scene. Every bit of this was new for me.

It was easy to tell by the sheer magnitude of the house that our host had money, but it was also clear he had spared no expense when it came to feeding his kinks. I had no idea what a few of the things were, but some of them I recognized from watching porn or could piece together simply by how they were being used.

Near me, a man in a soft pink mask was kneeling on a bench. He was wearing some sort of lacy pink negligee and high heels. Behind him, a man dressed in leather with tattoos all over his chest was holding some sort of wooden paddle in his hand. He leaned in close to the man in pink’s ear. “Did you cheat on me again?”

The man in pink whimpered. “No, honey. I would never—”

“Don’t lie to me,” the man in leather roared. “I saw you with him. You weren’t expecting me to come home early, but I did, and I caught you with your legs spread and that man’s cock buried balls deep inside your dripping wet pussy.” I was confused at first. I focused on the man in pink and saw him trembling, but I also saw his arousal. His hard cock was tenting the front of his negligee, lifting it up and away from his body. That’s when everything clicked into place for me. They were role playing and he was clearly very into it.

“I’m sorry, honey. It won’t happen again,” he promised.

The leather clad man gripped the man in pink’s hair in his meaty fist and pulled, yanking the man’s head back so he was forced to look up at him. He leaned down over him, strong and menacing. The man in pink licked his lips, eager to see what his partner would do next. “You’re nothing but a whore, aren’t you?”

The man in pink nodded as much as he could with the larger man still gripping his hair. “Yes.”

The man in leather growled. “Say it.”

“I’m nothing but a whore.”

“And what happens to whores?”

“They…they get punished.” The man in pink made a sound that was part fear and part desire.

The man in leather softened his stance, letting go of the other man’s hair and gently running his fingers through the abused strands. “That’s my needy little whore. I have to punish you now but then I’m going to remind you who owns that pussy. I’ll spend all night reminding you if that’s what it takes so you never stray again.”

“Yes! Please!” the other man cried out as a tremor wracked his body.

I moved on when I saw the man in leather raising the paddle over his shoulder, but the sound of the paddle hitting flesh still reached my ears as I walked away. My head swirled with everything I’d seen so far. Positions I’d never imagined, toys being used, and scenes being acted out. It was a lot to take in and my mind was struggling to keep up. Meanwhile, my dick was hard enough to pound nails.

Several men were lined up facing one wall, staring at something. I couldn’t tell what it was because they were blocking my view. I slipped between a couple of them so I could see better and immediately recognized the people who held their attention as the Daddy and his boy I’d met earlier.

A third man was lying naked on some sort of table and the boy was crouched over him, riding his cock as he faced his Daddy. The boy’s blond hair had come undone from its leather binding and was hanging around his shoulders in glorious, silky-looking waves. Daddy had a thick, veiny cock which he stroked as he watched his boy fucking himself on another man’s cock. His voice was a deep baritone, and his filthy words sent a shot of lust straight to my groin.

“You like that, boy? Does that feel good? Do you like it when Daddy watches you?”

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