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Co-Ed Tandem Beer Pissing Contest
Jack was curious about BDSM, Bondage, Discipline, Domination, Submission, Sadism and Masochism and decides to try.
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This was Jack's second visit to _Edge Play._ He was curious about BDSM
and had been lurking in the newsgroups for some time, but hadn't yet been
to a munch.
He passed through the plate glass doors that were the main entrance on
14th street. He walked past the book store on one side of the corridor and
looked into the window. On prominent display was a complete set of near
mint paperback Gor novels. On the other side was a display window for a
store that sold all types of devices, and he scratched his head at what
looked like a small stainless steel pressure cooker. He walked past the
stores and up to the bouncer standing guard before the two elevators. The
bouncer checked his ID before letting him on the elevator to the main floor
two levels below.
As Jack walked through the short corridor to the main room, he passed a
political poster that said:
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_Defend our lifestyle against the Puritans, moralists,
_censors, and control freaks -- vote Libertarian!
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He took another step, and next to the political poster was a display
case listing scheduled events.
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_Cass Carnaby Five live tonight_
_Branding Demonstration in Orange Dungeon at 8:00_
_Torture Demonstration in Yellow Dungeon at 10:00_
_Slave Auction in Blue Dungeon at 11:00_
_Co Ed Tandem Beer Pissing Contest in Red Dungeon at 12:00_
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He thought, _What the hell is a Co Ed Tandem Beer Pissing Contest?_
Well, first things first. He walked up to the bar to get a drink. He
paid the bar tender $5.00 for a pint of Guinness Stout on tap. The band,
five guys in blue blazers, announced the title of their latest hit,
"Dangerous Game." _Appropriate title, I suppose, for a BDSM club,_ Jack
thought. The song was a catchy bossa nova tune.
He listened to the band for a while, then, beer in hand, he proceeded to
explore the club. It was only about 10:00, so he followed the blue line to
the slave auction. He was still working up the guts to sell himself to
someone for a night. As he walked in, he took a flyer and read it over.
It explained how the slave auction worked. Every time you enter the club,
you are given 10 slave points -- meaning he had 20 so far. The cheapest he
had ever seen a slave sell for was about 1000 points. You can offer
yourself for sale, and the high bidder gets you as their slave for 24
hours. You also gain 10% of their bid amount added to your total number of
points.
To offer yourself, you sign a release form stating your sexual
orientation: straight, gay, or bi. If you're straight, you're only offered
to masters of the opposite gender; if you're gay, then only to masters of
the same gender; and if you're bi, you are offered to anybody. You also
list your limits and print your safe word -- they recommend "may day," but
"red" is the customary safe-word. If a slave refuses to do something that
he didn't list as one of his limits, then the slave is banned from the club
for life.
On the other hand, if you buy a slave, you can't leave the premises with
your slave except under special circumstances. For this reason, there are
suites that you can rent for the night like a hotel room -- with a bedroom,
bathroom, kitchenette, and dungeon. However, if both you and your slave
have been a slave three times and a master three times, and your slave
consents to it, then you can take your slave home with you for the night.
You both are required to call in when you get home, and you have to return
the slave to the club the following night. Also, there are all kinds of ID
required before you can take a slave home, and anyone who violates a
slave's limits is banned for life from the club and is reported to all the
newsgroups. Furthermore, an immediate search by a private investigation
agency is conducted if a slave isn't returned the following night. So far,
this policy has worked extraordinarily well; there hasn't been a mishap
yet.
Jack watched the slave auction with fascination. Many women were sold
to men. Many women were sold to women. Some men were sold to men. Few
men were sold to women. The most attractive people, those with the
greatest experience as slaves, and those with the least restrictive limits,
were sold for the highest amount. Being straight and inexperienced, Jack
knew that he would be sold for a cheap price, if, indeed, anyone would bid
at all. He would have to sell himself many times over to get the thousand
points or so to be able to buy a female slave for the night.
As the auction progressed, the Doms and Dommes left with their slaves.
The hours passed quickly and the auction finally ended.
He left the dungeon and wandered the club's maze like array of rooms and
corridors. He passed an alcove with entrances to restrooms. There had
been several such restroom alcoves, but this one was marked "Alternate Rest
Rooms." He considered going into the men's room to see what might be
alternate about a rest room, but he didn't really have to go yet, so he
continued his explorations.
After passing through a few more rooms, he stopped at the door of the
Green Dungeon, where there was a sign posted on the display case.
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_TPE 24/7 Level-10 slave swap and auction, invitation only!_
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Jack scratched his head wondering what that meant, then continued on.
He came to the yellow dungeon, where a "Torture Demonstration" was
presumably in progress.
Upon walking inside, past a couple of big beefy bouncers watching the
room, he couldn't believe his eyes. He had expected it to be some lame
fake show. But, wow! Upon walking inside, there was a woman hanging by
her breasts. She had a rope wound tightly to one breast, threaded up
through a pulley and then down and wound tightly to the other breast. The
pulley was hanging by another rope from a pulley mounted on the ceiling.
Her wrists were cuffed behind her back, and her feet were dangling several
inches above the floor. Her bright-purple breasts were stretched like they
were about to be ripped off her body, while her face was distorted in
silent agony. A man, probably her Dom, was standing next to her at
attention.
Next to that, was a woman bent over a saw-horse with her bare ass shoved
up into the air on display. Her wrists were bound to one side of the
horse, while her ankles were bound to the other side of the horse. Her ass
was up in the air facing the observers, and had a clear plastic speculum
forcing it open. Another such speculum was forcing her vagina open between
her shaved lips. He was about to continue past when her Dom held out a
magnifying glass and said, "Go ahead, have a look inside. Just don't touch
or those bouncers will throw you outta here in a flash!"
Jack really didn't want to look up that poor woman's spread holes with a
magnifying glass, but being new to the scene and not sure what is
considered polite vs. rude behavior, he didn't want to offend him, so he
took the glass and peeked inside. Those bouncers sure looked surly, so he
was very careful to stay back and not accidentally touch her. He saw the
inside of her ass was bright red. Surprisingly, there was no odor, despite
his nose being about six inches from her wide-open asshole. Jack handed
the man back his glass and said, "Thank you."
The other smirked and answered, "You're welcome."
Next he came to a woman with a male sub. The woman sat in a chair next
to her slave and ignored Jack. The man was shackled spread-eagle to a
giant wooden X standing upright. He was naked, and he had a sort of collar
wrapped around his balls. Hanging from that collar was a cloth sack
containing what seemed like a bowling ball. While Jack stood there
gawking, the woman lifted her foot up and tapped the ball slightly with her
toe, sending it swinging gently back and forth.
Next, was a woman laying on her back on a low wooden platform with her
feet hanging over the ledge. Jack almost puked when he saw her feet, for
they were all slashed and blistered. One of her toes was cut off, and a
couple of her toes were missing their toenails. In a tray at the base of
the table were assorted bottles labeled, "Sulfuric Acid" and "Rubbing
Alcohol." Jack looked up at her Dom. He winked at Jack and whacked the
base of her feet with a cat-o-nine-tails, evoking a whimper from her and
adding another trickle of blood to the gory sight.
Next, there was a woman straddling another sawhorse. The top beam was
made into a point lengthwise. She was standing on her tiptoes while her
wrists were bound together over her head and toed to a shackle mounted in
the ceiling. As he watched, she lower herself onto the beam, sit for a few
moments, then lift herself back up on her toes, then sit, then stand. Her
constant rising and lowering reminded Jack of someone riding a horse.
Then there was a man standing next to a wooden crate about six feet
long, three feet wide, and three feet deep. It was open on the top and
full of dirt. Sticking up about 6 inches out of the dirt at one end was a
length of PVC pipe. Jack was afraid to ask the man standing there what was
buried under that dirt, so he started to walk away when the guy climbed up
onto the dirt. He unzipped his pants and pissed into the pipe. Then he
climbed down and caught Jack's gaze saying, "She's been in there for about
an hour. I figure she must be thirsty by now."
Jack smiled at the obvious joke and continued to make his way around the
room.
He completed the room, and went back into the hallway. After rounding a
corner, he stopped, looked down, and noticed that he was standing on a red
line embedded in the floor. It was close to midnight, so what the hell, he
thought; he followed the line in the direction of the arrows.
A display case next to the red dungeon declared that this was the Co Ed
Tandem Beer Pissing Contest. First Prize was to be 1000 slave points each
for both partners. Second prize was to be 500 points for the top partner.
Third prize was a complete set of _Gor_ novels for him and a set of _Mida_
novels for her. Jack thought how he would love to win 1000 slave-points
and maybe buy a slave for a night.
He went inside and took a seat among the spectators. Inside, there was
a row of long narrow benches lined perpendicular along one wall. Each
bench was about 2 feet above the floor, about 6 feet long, and about 2 feet
wide. In the middle of each bench was a small hole. Leaning in each hole
was a section of white PVC pipe with a 45 degree elbow piece at the top
angled downward. The pipe was resting in a small pitcher underneath the
bench. At the end of each bench closest to the wall, it was more thickly
padded than the rest, like a pillow. Each bench had a number of shackles
and straps on it as well. Also, he just noticed, there were a number of
kegs grouped to one side of the row of benches. A couple of women were
standing near the benches checking and adjusting them.
A few minutes later, a couple came out of a door in the back of the
room. Both were wearing slippers and bathrobes. The two women escorted
them to the first bench. The man removed his robe and -- Jeez! -- he was
completely naked. He sat on the bench and put his legs up and rested his
head on the padded end. That PVC pipe was sticking up between his legs
right at his crotch. One woman lifted the pipe and slipped the angled
piece onto his dick. She then shackled his wrists and ankles, and then
buckled the straps tightly across his chest and waist. Lastly, she slipped
some sort of white clip onto one of his fingers. His partner kept her robe
on and jumped up and just sat side-saddle on his chest.
A second couple came out and placed themselves similarly on the next
bench.
Then a third couple. Then a fourth couple. Then a fifth. Finally, a
sixth couple came out. That left two empty benches.
One of the women stood before the audience and announced, "Hello. I'm
Kathy. I'm one of the judges for the contest. We seem to need two more
couples. Would any couples like to enter the contest?"
No one volunteered. She then asked, "Well, would any singles like to
enter? If two singles of opposite genders enter, and are acceptable to
each other, we can fill one more bench. How about it people?"
Jack swallowed hard and raised his hand. He had no idea what this
contest would require him to do, but he was willing to try anything once.
It might even be fun to have a woman do something erotic with him involving
beer. And he couldn't pass up the chance to possibly win 1000 slave
points.
She motioned for him to come forward. He stood and excused himself
across the row and up to the front of the room.
"What's your first name?" she asked.
"Uhm, Jack." He answered.
"Well Jack, stand over by that bench."
Again she announced, "De we have a female volunteer from the audience to
be Jack's partner?"
She waited a few moments but no one spoke up. She turned to Jack.
"Wait a few minutes, Jack. Maybe someone will volunteer. People are still
entering the room."
Jack nodded.
Kathy turned back to the crowd. "Here's how the contest works. The
bottom lies on his back and pees into the pitcher through the pipe there.
The top sits on his face, balancing herself on his head, with her clit over
his mouth. She is given a mug of beer and she chugs as much beer as she
can as fast as she can. Whenever her mug is empty, she will raise it up
and out, and one of us judges will take it and refill it from a keg and
return it to her. Whichever bottom fills his pitcher full of pee first is
the winning couple."
She continued, "If the top falls off, the couple loses immediately.
Although every bottom has an oxygen sensor, the safe-word is 'may day.' We
ask the audience to be quiet so we judges can hear a bottom speaking the
safe-word. It is allowed for a bottom's oxygen sensor to go off once, but
if it goes off twice the couple is out. If any bottom speaks the
safe-word, even once, the couple is out. If the bottom spits out any piss,
or any piss leaks out between his mouth and her ass, the couple is
disqualified. The contest will begin in a few minutes."
Jack nearly fainted when he heard that. Sit on his face! Chug beer!
Drink her piss! And piss into the pitcher! Holy crap! He was suddenly
glad that there were no female volunteers to be his partner, that's for
sure.
Kathy then announced to the crowd again, "Ladies, Jack there still needs
a female partner. Any volunteers?"
Kathy started to turn toward Jack when she heard a cough from the
audience. She turned back to see a woman was standing -- a tall muscular
black woman with short kinky orange hair.
"Come on down."
Jack gulped when he saw his prospective partner come forward.
"What's your name?" Kathy asked.
"I'm Tameka," she answered.
Kathy faced Jack and asked him, "Do you agree to Tameka as your
partner?"
Jack was at a loss for words. What a dilemma! If he rejected Tameka,
everyone would surely think he was rejecting her because she was black. He
didn't want people to think he was a racist. But how could he let another
person piss into his mouth? And then swallow their piss? From someone he
doesn't even know? Damn!
"Jack?" Kathy asked again.
"Sure," Jack squeaked. Jack had never been with a black woman. Didn't
even have any black friends. At school, despite all the diversity programs
and everything, the blacks kept to themselves and the whites kept to
themselves. He wondered if a black woman would "taste" any different than
a white woman.
The other male contestants were already laying down on their benches.
Kathy escorted Jack and Tameka into the back room.A There she told them
both to disrobe and place their clothes into two plastic tubs and wear two
robes that she handed them.
Jack was self-conscious about getting naked in front of both Kathy and
Tameka, but Tameka seemed to think nothing of it as she quickly undressed
before his eyes and put on her robe. Damn, but she had some body, though!
So Jack swallowed hard and did the same.
Kathy escorted them back out into the room and motioned for Jack to lie
down on the bench. He did so. She then placed that pipe on his dick, and
shackled him in. Then she placed that white clip on his finger.
"What the thing on my finger for?" he asked.
"Oxygen sensor," she answered. "Hospitals use them during surgery
nowadays. Warns us if you're being suffocated. You heard me announce the
rules, didn't you?"
"Oh, yeah," is all Jack could think to say.
Kathy turned away and, without hesitation, Tameka jumped up and landed
with a _thump_ sitting sideways on Jack's chest like the others, forcing a
gush of breath out of his mouth.
About a minute passed then Kathy called the spectators to quiet and
announced, "Ladies, mount your faces."
Tameka slid off Jack's chest, and walked around behind his head. He
watched out the corner of his eye that the other women were doing the same
thing with their subs.
He looked back up just in time to see Tameka jump and push herself up
over Jack's forehead and land on his face with a _smack!_ She squirmed
around a little and his nose slid into a depression in her ass crack.
_Oh, gross!_ He thought. She had landed with her cunt directly over his
mouth, but she had stuck his nose up her asshole. Her ass cheeks were
pressing against his eyes and he could see only darkness. He could tell
that her feet were dangling without touching the floor and so her full
weight was pressing down on his face. Her full weight on his face felt
like she was crushing his skull. On top of that, her thighs were clamped
tightly against the sides of his head, presumably to keep her balance.
Damn, it was painful! _I just hope she doesn't have to fart._
He suddenly realized that he couldn't breathe, but then she leaned back
a little, lifting her pussy off his mouth, and he was able to breathe out
of his mouth.
He heard some walking about for a few minutes, then heard Kathy
announce, "Ready! Set! Chug!"
He suddenly felt Tameka squirm a little, and heard a gurgling sound come
from her thighs pressed tightly against his ears. It continued for about a
minute, stopped briefly, then continued for another minute, and so on, and
so on.
Jack lost track of the number of minutes that seemed to pass when Tameka
leaned forward and pressed her pussy to his mouth.
An instant later, a stream of acrid, salty liquid splashed against his
tongue and pooled at the back of his throat. He started to panic; he
couldn't swallow if he couldn't breathe. What'll happen when his mouth
fills up?
Fortunately, she stopped peeing just before that dread moment, and
leaned back. He swallowed her piss with a few gulps while she continued
chugging beer.
More minutes passed slowly. Eventually she had to pee again. Like
before, she pressed her pussy against his mouth and let her bitter piss
stream into his mouth. This time, he tried to swallow, while holding his
breath, before his mouth got too full. He was a little successful, but she
pissed faster than he could swallow. Again, she stopped just before his
mouth was completely full; and he realized that if he hadn't swallowed some
while she pissed, it would have filled his mouth beyond capacity.
Shortly, she peed again. And, again, he managed to swallow a little
while she peed, though it was difficult. It seemed that less time had
passed this time. He then realized that as long as she keeps chugging
beer, she'll eventually be peeing nearly continuously. He had better be
ready to keep up.
At that moment, he felt his own urge. He relaxed his muscled and pissed
up into that pipe. He could hear it dribble into the pitcher below his
ass.
As soon as he finished peeing, she leaned forward and peed again. He
did even better this time. It seemed that she pissed well more than a
mouthful this time, yet he was able to gulp it down without it getting
close to filling his mouth.
She leaned back and he swallowed the rest of it. Then she leaned
forward again, and pissed once again. It was getting easier to chug her
piss, he realized. And she was pissing more piss and more often.
He had to pee again. And while he was peeing into the pipe, she leaned
forward and started to fill his mouth. He clamped his groin muscles tight
to concentrate on chugging her piss.
He continued after she finished and leaned back. But she leaned forward
again only after he took a couple of breaths.
It became apparent that he would soon need to pee at the same time he
was swallowing her piss while she was peeing into his mouth.
Indeed, his bladder had filled up again quickly. And it was becoming
harder to breathe, now that he only had time to take one or two breaths
between her pissing.
Of course, he had to pee again. Without thinking, he relaxed his groin
muscles to let his pee flow while really concentrating on chugging her piss
between breaths.
The rhythm of the thing became easy after a few more minutes. He still
had to concentrate on swallowing Tameka's acrid nectar while holding his
breath under the crushing weight of her crotch and ass on his face, but he
started hearing other sounds from the room as time went on. He could hear
the murmur of the spectators. He could hear, not only his own pee
dribbling into the pitcher, but from the adjacent contestants as well. He
wondered how close his pitcher was to being full, anyway. He had been
peeing nearly as continuously as Tameka, and it surely must be close to
full by now.
Then he heard a beeping sound in the distance, followed by a slight
commotion. He heard Kathy's voice speak in the distance telling someone to
let her partner catch his breath.
Still, Jack continued to drink Tameka's piss between breaths. Still, he
continued to pee Tameka's piss into that pitcher under his ass.
Then, he felt a strange sensation against his nose, followed by a warmth
inside his nasal cavity. Then the smell hit him. His nose, after all, was
shoved up into Tameka's anus. She had just farted into his nose. _How
worse can this get?_ Jack wondered.
He then heard a collective gasp from the audience as a _thump_ came from
across the room. Kathy announced, "Emily and Bruce are out of the running,
folks. Everyone's pitcher is about half full. It's going to be a close
one tonight."
_Only half full! How can that be? I can't keep this up much longer.
This black amazon is crushing my head! If she farts again, I'm giving the
safe-word, first prize be damned!_
The rhythm continued. Jack took a breath between Tameka pissing into
his mouth, while he pissed into the pipe at regular intervals.
Countless minutes passed until he heard another bell ring. Kathy
announced, "We have our first winner, everyone! Eileen and Bernie.
Congratulations!"
He heard Tameka mutter "Shit!" to herself through her body. She clamped
her legs ever tighter against his head as she leaned forward and filled his
mouth with ever more rancid liquid.
Of course, he pissed again as he had been doing frequently. A moment
later, a bell ringing under his head startled him. At that moment, Tameka
had been pissing into him. And if his head hadn't been pinned down under
Tameka's full weight, he would have jerked up in surprise. He almost
forgot to keep swallowing, as Tameka didn't stop her piss from flowing when
the bell rang. Fortunately, he gulped it down before she filled his mouth.
He heard footsteps approach, then Kathy announced as Tameka leaned back
to let him have a breath, "Congratulations to our second place winners,
Tameka and Jack!"
_Wow!_ Jack thought. _I really won!_
Tameka answered in a slurred voice, "Yeah, that's great! But I got to
pee so bad." She leaned forward and peed again.
Kathy said, "Sure, I know how it feels. Just let me have your beer, and
you can stay up there until you're all pissed out. I'm sure Jack won't
mind."
_The hell I don't mind!_ Jack thought to himself. He started to mumble
the safe-word into Tameka's cunt -- but, _damn!_ He forgot what it was.
At that moment, another couple won third place, and the contest was
declared over.
Kathy and the other judge ushered the spectators out of the room, which
became very quiet then.
However, Tameka remained seated on Jack's face for what seemed like the
next half-hour or so. He could tell from piss dribbling into adjacent
pitchers that he wasn't alone in his predicament. Gradually, her pisses
were farther and farther apart. So was his, too.
A little after that, he heard Kathy ask, "How are we all doing, girls?"
Tameka finally said, "I think I can get down now, Kathy."
Jack heard Kathy's footsteps approach, and Tameka slid off Jacks face
while Kathy steadied her.
For the first time in hours, Jack slowly inhaled a deep breath and let
it out again. The lightheadedness he began to feel shortly after Tameka
mounted him quickly faded. Tameka, on the other hand, was staggering over
to a chair, assisted by Kathy.
Jack sat up and saw there was still one couple mounted. She looked
dazed and drunk and like she was about to fall off any moment. Kathy came
over and helped him off the bench. He took a step and staggered too.
"Careful!" Kathy said, "You've been drinking too, you know."
"Yeah, I thought I felt better when she got off, but, yeah, I feel a
buzz, myself."
Kathy helped Jack over and sat him next to Tameka.
Tameka put her arm around his shoulder and said in a slurred voice,
"Good job, bro! We won second prize."
"Yeah," Jack answered.
Kathy cam over to them and asked them to follow her back into the
changing room. So Jack and Tamara, supporting each other, staggered back
into the changing room and got dressed.
As they stood to leave, Tameka asked, "Say, uhm, what's your name
again?"
"Jack."
"Say, Jack."
"What?"
"How'd you like to come home with me and be my toilet slave for the
weekend?"
Jack thought about this for a second -- what the hell is a toilet slave?
"What, uhm, do I have to do?" he asked.
She answered, "You know, total toilet service to me."
Jack was still confused. Still, he mused, _It might be fun to go home
with her and play BDSM slave for a weekend. It's okay if she wants me to
wash her toilet or whatever other chores she might have in mind. Just as
long as I don't have to drink her piss again._
He said, "Okay."
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