Chapter 5

Three choppers were arriving at once. The noise of their rotors, as two hovered high while the other dropped the first quests off, was almost deafening to Shea. Brant and Shea were on the front deck, over the garage. They were watching the show while standing side by side. Shea had her hands over her ears.

The choppers each dropped their passengers off in minutes and lifted into the air, heading back from whence they came.

As the third helicopter was leaving, a squeal pierced the air, then a scream and lots of, “Hey girl!” and “How you doing!” were being shouted as Shea’s friends caught sight of the walk heading to the front door.

Shea ran to greet them. Hugs and kisses were shared amongst the four friends, and gleeful shouts abounded. They shared a common, horrific experience. They had survived to become vivacious women. They were happy to see each other safe and laughing. It was reassuring to them all.

People were stacking up around them. Melody took control of Shea’s arm and began introducing her to those she knew. She had a smile and a name for all

but two men.

Two very different men. They were standing together. One tall, dark, dark executive-cut hair, middle eastern, she thought. A day’s black stubble. Sharply handsome. Intense. Serious. Dangerous.

Beside him stood a man of the same height, maybe six-foot. Sandy brown wavy hair, cut just below his ears, parted in the middle. He had a grin on his clean-shaven face, checking her out, liking what he saw. His smile grows, and he nods toward her.

Etiquette, she grants a light smile and a slight nod to each in return. Melody walks right up to tall, dark and handsome. She stops three feet in front of him and provides a quarter bow in recognition of his possible Lord status. She takes a good look and gives a nice showing, twirling about in front of the two, not a word was spoken. She then turns and walks back to Shea.

Taking her arm, she whispers, “I don’t know them, and we haven’t been introduced. They didn’t introduce themselves, so we will wait until someone introduces us, k?” Drawing Shea away. Both ladies are intrigued.

Brant showed up in front of them as they both turned, asking if they’d welcomed everyone. Melody answers all but the two new gentlemen. Brant just nodded, leaving Melody even more intrigued, steering the ladies into the house. Cocktails were being served by several of the women who had pitched in to get the party going.

Brant did not believe in bringing in outside staff. Everything was self-serve at his functions. It was a comfortable, chatty atmosphere. They all had a lifestyle in common. One best shared amongst trusted friends or, better yet, people with something to lose.

Dinner was spectacular, as always. Everything was set out, down the centre of the table. A family meal setting. People were passing plates, kibitzing, teasing until each one took their first taste of something then the chatter stopped.

Comments ranged from, “I have to steal Greta at any cost” to “Greta just gets better every year.” Shea learned Greta had been with Brant for over eight years. Along time.

Two ladies held a race to an orgasm contest during dinner. A new guest, Cherry, won. Cherry got quite loud at the end. Everyone laughed and applauded as she exploded.

Ambrosia was coming in a close second when her Lord forbade her to cum. “You lost my dear,” Ambrosia wasn’t happy but stopped immediately on his direction and tried not to pout, for the remainder of the dinner.

Cherry’s Lord requested she learns to cum a little more discreetly during dinner parties. More laughter.

Ambrosia’s Lord apologized to her, explaining it was his fault for not ensuring she was close enough to the edge to have won. They would rectify that. Everyone laughed some more.

Shea was as caught up as everybody in the good mood of the evening, as ready to laugh as anyone else. She lost herself in the closeness of the friends in the room. She had never experienced this before in her life.

Friendship. It was a drug she had never partaken in. She liked the feelings she was having. They were new, and they were good.

From dinner, the party was moved out onto the back patio. Additional chairs and loungers had been set out. Melody led the ladies in stripping down and diving into the pool. It was a beautiful, warm evening in the foothills. They all followed, Shea wasn’t last.

They heard the coyotes off in the distance. The noise from the laughing girls, trying to dunk each other, wrestling around like boys. It was fun to see for everyone.

The new fellow, with the wavy hair, ended up beside Brant early in the swim session. He enquired as to the enthusiasm the women were all exhibiting.

Brant chuckled, “Because Stewart, they are all horny as cats in heat. Every one of them is naturally competitive, they need contact with another warm body, to touch, to expend a little energy, is why.”

The new fellow was on the point of being rude with his staring at Shea. Brant smiled, clapped the fellow on the back and moved along to another conversation.

There were five women and seven men at the event. All the women but Shea were graduates of the academy and had been purchased from Brant, by their Lords. Once the noise level declined enough from the pool, indicating that girls were getting bored, Collin sought everyone’s attention.

“Ok, everyone, ladies out of the pool, dry off what you can.” The naked women all began to get out of the pool, Shea was there to hand out towels, receiving appreciation from all as the girls are working to dry and brush out their hair.

Collin almost shouted, “Welcome one and all to Shea’s sixty-day birthday!” About the tenth time, someone had mentioned her birthday. Everyone applauded once more, and some cheered.

From Brant, “And we are also celebrating her achieving her level five rating!”

He raised his scotch glass to her in salute. More applause, even louder.

Melody called out, “You never told us!” And reached out to hug her. The girls were all coming in for a hug and an atta girl. Shea felt she was on top of the world. No one had ever celebrated her like this. It was like getting high. It was wonderful.

Candy shouted out, “Show us, girl!” On top of the world, Shea spun around, bent over and revealed her green jewel to Candy. “Show us all! Was shouted out by several other guests. Shea swung her bent-over ass, from side to side, mooning all, to cat whistles, applause and more cheers.

When Shea straightened up all the other girls spun about and saluted her, by turning their rears to her, bending over and showing off their jewelry. Every girl had their own butt plugs. Every one a different end colour. Shea loved it and gave them a round of applause.

Terry finally got everyone’s attention. He wasn’t the public speaker of the group. He was an accountant. One who was not afraid to help his client walk thin lines but was also known for never crossing over. He was a respected member of Brant’s community. He’d made his money in tech investments.

“Well, it’s my turn to host tonight’s events. As you all now know, Baby has passed her level five...”. Cutting Terry off, Candy shouted out, “Ya, that’s our girl!” Supported by an unladylike, leg-raised and pulled-down, fist pump. Everyone laughed again and the rest of the girls cheered.

Shea soaked it all in.

Terry picked it up, “Shea has also requested her level six challenge this evening!” Again the girls all cheered and squealed in support. They all knew what it meant. Shea’s stomach did a little flip. All Shea knew was that the naming challenge seemed to involve multiple lovers for the other girls. Was she ready?

Terry continued, “Our guests this evening are exploring their level of interest in joining our little world. As everyone would expect, they have been brought here under the tightest security methodology practicable. “Please remember, loose lips, sink ships and worst can get people killed.” With five men giving the new guys a hard look, they got the message.

Shea could tell everyone but the new guys had heard all this before. Was he saying it for her benefit? Probably. ‘Commandment one. Hold to it. Got it.’

While Terry spoke, Ambrosia had brought out a tripod stand and placed a squared-off whiteboard on the stand.

Down one side were the names of everyone in attendance. Across the top were eight different coloured squares.

Terry pointed to the board which Ambrosia now stood beside ensuring everyone could see the board from where they were sitting. The chairs had been arranged on a couples basis, with one stranger at each end. The chairs curved around the central area that Terry and Ambrosia worked within. The chairs were ten feet back from the tripod.

He nodded to Ambrosia as she began walking amongst the guys to give each of them a card and golf pencil.

Frank said something, asking if the size of the pencil had anything to say about someone’s prowess. He got a few chuckles.

Terry, “Ok, if you look down at the cards you will see the same list as on the board. Now as we all just witnessed every one of our beauties has brought along a dress-up toy this evening. What you may not have noticed is that everyone is a different colour.”

Collin turned to Melody and asked her what colour hers was, sotto voce. Terry heard and barked, “No cheating you guys! The girls were kind enough to show us their beautiful behinds all evening. They even presented a four-gun salute in support of Baby. We all had our chance to peak.” Terry’s voice faltered a second. He reached back for his drink which Ambrosia had also reached for and was handing him when his mouth went dry. “Now we get to see who did and how good our soggy memories are.”

More giggles and a chuckle from Frank. Everyone was focused on Terry.

“Guys, please mark an X on the box matching the lady’s name with her colour. Oh, and believe me. You want to win! Go! Fill out your cards”.

He gave everyone a few minutes. There were lots of comments and lots of teasing from the ladies. Frank was begging anyone and everyone for hints. Frank was their Stone Age male. All brawn, short upstairs, loyal as a hound dog and lovable like a teddy bear. Candy would kill to protect him with no thought for her own life. He was her Big Teddy.

Finally, after everyone appeared done, Terry sent Ambrosia around to collect the guy’s cards.

As this was going on Terry grabbed the women’s attention, “Ladies, how far down do his balls hang?” Conversation ceased. “How far do his balls hang down from his perineum? That’s what you will write down for each man here. How far down do his balls hang?”

Terry was holding his hands up, palms out towards the crowd, he was laughing, and everyone was now. They got it. The girl’s comments were fun, Cherry, “My Lord’s hangs to his knees, ladies.” Candy, “Oh, Franks don’t drop that much at all, the sacks too full of nut and cum to hang!” Cherry howled!

Melody piped up, “Who’s going to do the measuring?” Terry responded, “You just volunteered!” Candy pouted, “That’s not fair!” Terry said, “You just volunteered as well!” Laughter erupted once again.

“Ok, ladies, calm down”. Terry was pressing his hands down, trying to tamper the laughter and teasing going on. He continued. “Ladies your game tonight is to guess what each man’s hanging length is, then we add them all up, and compare them to actual measurements to be determined by our two volunteers. You have your cards, and your pencils, get started, how long do they hang!” Candy popped off again, Don’t you mean how low!” the gals exploded with laughter once more.

Shea was just itching to get into the mental play. She had a dozen comments she wanted to let fly but her self-discipline held. She never said a word. Laughed a lot. Did not give in to the banter.

Terry called everyone back to their chairs. Once everyone settled again, Terry asked the judges to step forward. Melody and Candy rose. “Gentlemen, please rise”. They all did. Then Terry indicated, “Judges you may determine who and in what order you measure as long as you get us all.” Candy let out her whoop. Melody stated immediately, “Mr. Black. We’ll start with him”.

“Ummm, Mr. Black drop your drawers,” announced Terry to light laughter. “The rest of us may relax and enjoy the show. Ambrosia will be happy to refresh anyone’s drinks.”

Black had stepped out of his pants. He stood there naked up to his front-tailed, buttoned, probably five-hundred-dollar white shirt and an awkward look on his face.

Melody went right for tall dark and handsome. She moved the eight feet over to him, checking out his junk as she approached.

Her eyes were sparkling with mischief as she was reaching for the fellow’s cock and saying, “So, you think you’re man enough to be a Lord in our world?” She was smiling. He might have been a little nervous as she wrapped her hand around his flaccid, but nice-sized, cock.

Terry spoke from behind her, “Ladies, this is a bag-measuring contest, please don’t take sexual advantage of the contestants.” Another round of laughter.

Melody responded, “A girl has to have some fun.” As she was using her long-nailed index finger to scrape the bottom of his rapidly emerging hard-on. She liked what she teased. “Melody!” Barked Terry.

As she dropped to her knees in front of her intended victim she offered, “Ok, get to work. I get it”. She had his balls in her hand now and was working to roll them about.

Candy dropped down beside her and grabbed his cock anyway. Terry just threw up his hands in faked exasperation. Everyone laughed again.

Ambrosia had provided a one-inch diameter, lined and marked-off ruler. Candy slowly raised the ruled doweling in front of his eyes. Melody stage whispered, in her acting sultry voice, “She just loves shoving things up men’s asses.”

Frank was pointing at Black, “See that look! That’s me when she approaches me with some new toy! She can scare the shit out of a man.” Frank was laughing so hard as he finished, they had to guess some of his words but everyone was laughing almost constantly now. It was one of the moments amongst for friends when everything was funny.

Black had tensed up when Candy raised the rule in front of him and was foreseeing Melody’s assertions. Candy was stroking his cock quite firmly with Melody rolling his balls around with everyone laughing.

Then the cock rubbing stopped and Candy reached up and under placing the end of the rule on his asshole, he jumped. Melody dropped his balls with a squeal, Candy fell back in exaggeration while feigning exasperation.

Black blushed, no one knew middle eastern men could blush. The laughter rose a few notches higher for a second or two. Then Ambrosia, ever the balanced one of the pleasure girls sought everyone’s attention. Once they’d calmed down enough for her to commence.

She shared, “The judges have been provided a measuring rule, it just happens to be a round measuring rule.” Some lewd comments followed, Ambrosia continued through them, “The judges are to measure from the perineum, the area directly above the exit area if anyone here doesn’t know.” This got some giggles.

“To the extended length of the hanging ball sack. I’m sure the judges can come to some agreement as to how to achieve full extension.” Giggles and groans.

It took a good hour for the two vixens to play with, tease and finally measure the drop of each man’s sack.

Everyone continued to laugh, joke and tease each other. The evening was becoming magical to Shea. Shea lay snuggled into Brant’s arms on the lounger, his was the second pair of balls played with.

He had been a great sport as the two had teased the hell out of him. All for laughs. Never crossing a line. The two knew their place at all times. Knew him very well. Each would tell anyone they loved him that day, in a now almost fatherly way. A father you willingly fucked. Brant lived for it.

The last man up was Mr. Wavy. He was the last. He was rock hard when the ladies got to him. They liked that. While working him up to make sure they had his cum all warmed up and soft so that it wouldn’t prevent his sack from stretching to its maximum length, the girls got into a debate over the way they had been measuring the other men as they seemed to be getting different measurements from Wavy depending on the way they did the measurement.

The problem arose when they noted that by measuring this other way, Wavy was actually two pinky nail widths longer. If that was right then they’d have to remeasure all the men, with the new technique to be sure they had it right.

With everyone enjoying the playful skit, Brant and Frank were watching Mr. Wavy. Wavy wasn’t laughing. He did not appear to be enjoying the handling back and forth between the judges and the re-stretching of his sack so many times.

Brant and Frank shared a look.

Finally, Ambrosia assembled the ladies’ scorecards and Terry, being an accountant quickly added up the guesses except for Candy’s. She had not written nearly clearly enough for two of the men. Her own and Brants.

Terry had to ask for help. Candy muttered a response. Terry requested clarity. Frank nudged Candy, she let out a burst, “How can I not know the answer to this question, especially for those two!” She had tears in her eyes and was about to break down. Frank grabbed her up into his arms, she let loose a wail and the dam burst. He had no idea why. No one did.

Everyone was uncomfortable. No one knew what was wrong. It took a few minutes for her heaves to slow down enough for her to whisper into Frank’s ear.

He nodded his head as she spoke. He appeared a wise and comforting man.

Then he burst out laughing. With Candy still in his lap, his laughter was deep and honest. He had tears running out of his eyes.

Candy was slapping him on his chest, telling him to stop laughing at her. He tried for a moment but air burst out of his lungs as he couldn’t hold it in anymore, he just had to let the laugh out. It took him a minute to calm down now as well. Everyone was stupefied.

Finally, Frank, looking at Brant, squeezes out, “She has no idea how long our ball sacks are...”. With another burst of laughter, he tried again. “She thinks I should send her to the Mexican whore house because she has sucked our cocks so many times, if she was any good as a pleasure slave, she could tell us how much our balls weighed, how long the sack is and...”. Another burst of laugh, “and how many little fishies we have in the pond at any given time!”

Frank fell off the side of his lounger, his chair almost flipping over on top of him. Candy tumbled out of his lap to the deck. Frank was having a great time.

The girls all rose to hug Candy, give her their, there, there’s. Melody got Candy giggling, then laughing in no time. The girls all joined in. Everything would be fine

“The total length is agreed to be twenty-five and a half inches!”

Shea had guessed twenty-four inches, Ambrosia twenty-eight inches, Cherry, twenty inches, Melody twenty-five inches and Candy came in at a whopping thirty inches. By closest to the right score measuring, Terry announced that Melody came in first, Shea second, Ambrosia third Candy fourth, and last Cherry.

Cherry was with the smallest man, Matt, at the party. Shea knew that he had small balls and that’s why Cherry had given such a short guess. Matt wasn’t looking very happy, Shea figured he was thinking along the same lines she was. His slave had outed him. That would not end up good, was Shea’s thinking. Cherry wasn’t looking real happy then either.

“Now for the men’s scores. Please turn the scoreboard around”. Ambrosia had transferred all the men’s guesses to the board and on turning the board for all to see, whoops and moans abounded about.

Collin couldn’t resist, “Ok, Frank, what is it, you don’t look or don’t remember?” Frank only had one colour match right and that was Candy’s. Every other answer was wrong. The guys all gave him a Bronx cheer! Frank rose and taking a bow stated, half-sung, looking at Candy, “I only have eyes for you...”. More laughs. Frank sat down. Candy hugged the shit out of him.

Brant had every quess right. Tall dark and handsome humorously asked, “Did you choose who got which colour?” Brant replied, “No, not at all. Who did by the way?” Looking to Terry and Ambrosia. Ambrosia spoke up, “I chose the colours and Shannon selected which box to place each colour in. Then we sent them out to everyone!” Ending on the upbeat.