Punch Persuasion

Excited to share the higher tiers October story - the most popular vote was for a guy who goes to a Halloween party, and gets susceptible to doing dares after he drinks the spiked punch.

And here it is . . .

If you enjoy this story, please give it some love, and I'll have the poll up for the November story later today.

Ryan Chandler had never been that bothered about Halloween. Sure, it was fun to go trick or treating as a kid, and the parties as an adult were fun, but he’d never understood being that excited by the costumes or the spooky stuff.

At twenty-nine, Ryan figured he was probably too old for Halloween parties anyway, but when his buddy, Oz, called up and invited him to a costume party with some friends, Ryan couldn’t refuse.

Ryan got home from the office around seven and decided that he probably only had enough time to hit the shower, get his costume on, and head over to the house where the party was being held. As much as he didn’t want to be early, he didn’t want to be that late. And besides, it was a work night, and he wanted to be home at a decent time.

Emerging from the bathroom with a fluffy towel around his waist and beads of water on his muscular chest, Ryan opened his closet and tried to find his old Halloween costume. It had been a few years since he’d gone to a costume party, but thankfully, he still had one he could use.

The white suit and floral shirt made up his eighties Miami Vice costume. He’d do his hair eighties style and roll his jacket sleeves up to his elbows.

It wasn’t the best costume in the world, but it would do.

Ryan rifled through his underwear drawer looking for a pair of white boxer briefs. The last time he’d worn the cheap suit, the fluorescent lights had made his suit a little bit sheer, and a couple of people had commented on his black undies, which wasn’t something he wanted to repeat.

Despite going to the gym and the pool regularly, and having an incredible body because of it, Ryan had always been shy about anyone seeing him unless he was fully dressed. He never showered at the gym, he always wore long board shorts in the pool, and he never went shirtless unless he absolutely had to.

The problem was that yan didn’t appear to have any clean white underwear in his drawer, and there was no way he wanted anyone to comment on the colour of his underwear again.

“Maybe I could go commando,” he wondered, thinking that no one would see his underwear at all if he did that.

Of course, he didn’t consider what they’d be able to see instead, but with his mind made up, Ryan closed his underwear drawer and got dressed into the floral shirt and the white suit, finishing it with some pink socks that matched the florals and some black dress shoes.

He slicked his hair back, checked his reflection in the mirror and nodded approvingly. Yes, the white suit looked a little faded and it was certainly tighter than the last time he’d worn it, but the shirt still worked, and he did look like some Miami eighties mobster.

When Ryan arrived at the party, he was grateful to see that he fitted in perfectly. His costume showed some effort, but not enough to garner any attention, and for that, he was eternally grateful.

“Hey bud, looking suave,” Oz said as he came over and slapped Ryan on the back.

Oz was wearing a Scarecrow costume, but it was much more Wizard of Oz than Batman.

“There’s a lot of people here,” Ryan said, feeling somewhat uncomfortable by the crowds spilling on to the front lawn of the large property.

“Don’t sweat it,” Oz said with a grin. “Let’s get you a drink. My buddy has made the best punch, and it’s alcohol free, just how you like it.”

Ryan smiled and followed Oz through the crowds and into the house, which was enormous. A grand sweeping suitcase led upstairs from the entrance hall and there were more doors than Ryan could count as Oz dragged him to the kitchen.

“Wait here and I’ll grab us some punch.”

Ryan watched Oz disappear into a group of people who were crowded around a counter covered in bottles and a massive bowl filled with green liquid.

“It may look gross, but it tastes amazing,” Oz said as he handed Ryan a glass of the green liquid.

With his brow wrinkled in concern, Ryan took a sip of the acid green drink and was immediately surprised by how incredible it tasted. It was like a fizzy green apple flavour, and it was intense and incredible.

“This stuff is insane,” Ryan said with a massive smile. “What’s in it?”

Oz shrugged. “It’s a secret apparently, but it’s so good. Let me get you a refill.”

By the time an hour had passed, Ryan had had four glasses of the insane green punch, and he couldn’t remember ever being in such a good mood.

“How are you feeling?” Oz asked with a knowing smile.

“Amazing,” Ryan yelled, leaning back in his chair.

To get away from some of the noise, Ryan and Oz had headed outside.

“How do you feel about making this party more fun?” Oz said, his eyebrows raised in challenge.

“What did you have in mind?”

Ryan felt eager to do anything, his mind clear of anything, and he was desperate for Oz to have a great time, which was completely out of character, but felt right.

“I think we need to do some dares.”

Typically, the word alone would make shy Ryan run for the hills, but with the acid green punch racing around his system, he pumped his fist in the air and agreed.

“Awesome,” Oz said as he patted Ryan’s thigh. “Let’s start off simple. I dare you to drop trou and show me your underwear.”

Ryan shrugged. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

Oz’s eyes widened. “Are you commando right now?”

Ryan nodded with a big stupid grin. “Sure am.”

“Prove it,” Oz said, wondering how far his buddy would go under the punch’s influence.

With a shrug, Ryan got up from his seat, and without even looking to see if anyone was watching, he pulled down his fly and pulled his semi-erect dick out.

Oz gasped. “Woah. I never knew you were so daring.”

In the back of his addled mind, Ryan couldn’t believe he’d just whipped his cock out in the middle of a party, but for some reason, his body and the rest of his brain weren’t remotely phased.

Ryan zipped up and sat back down. “Easy!”

“Maybe you’d like another dare then?”

Ryan nodded eagerly at Oz, despite the small voice in his head screaming at him to stop and go home.

Oz scratched his chin. “I dare you to go back inside and throw water over your crotch, right under the lights.”

Ryan shrugged again. “I thought it would be something difficult.”

Oz scrambled after Ryan as he headed through the double doors back into the brightly lit kitchen. Ryan elbowed his way through the people until he got to the sink, before filling a glass of water and immediately throwing it over his crotch, streams of water running down his thighs.

“Is this what you wanted?” Ryan yelled to Oz as he stepped underneath the nearest light.

Oz’s mouth full open at the sight of Ryan’s dick, balls and trimmed pubes completely on show through his wet, now transparent, white suit pants.

Everyone in the vicinity turned to look at the commotion and soon, everyone was laughing and pointing in Ryan’s direction.

Despite the mortified voice at the back of his mind, Ryan just grinned, unaware of dick slowly hardening under everyone’s attention.

“Okay, big guy,” Oz said, leading Ryan outside. “You’ve done the dare.”

Ryan gave his cock a lazy stroke through his wet suit pants as he sat back down in his seat in the garden.

“That was too easy.”

“You do realise that nearly everyone in there got to see your dick?” Oz said with concern.

Oz had expected Ryan to be a little more chilled on the punch. After all, it was loaded with liquid marijuana, but he hadn’t expected Ryan to be so compliant and unconcerned.

“I think you need to come up with better dares.”

Oz folded his arms. “You’re gonna regret that!”

Ryan merely shrugged and smiled, waiting for whatever Oz came up with next.

“You think you’ll do any dare? I have one. Strip naked, right here. We both know you hate being naked, so if you’re so bold, get butt naked. In fact, get naked and jerk off. I want you to blow your load right here.”

Ryan gave his dick another stroke as he got to his feet. “You got it, buddy.”

Oz was in shock, and the small voice in Ryan’s head had practically passed out and died at even the prospect of something so humiliating.

Ryan pulled off his snug suit jacket and tossed it on Oz’s lap, before removing both shoes and added them to the pile.

“As you’ll recall,” Ryan said in what could only be described as a smug grin, “I’m naked under here.”

Ryan popped the button and yanked down the zipper before pushing his damp suit pants to his ankles.

Oz felt his mouth fill with saliva at the sight of Ryan’s beautiful cut cock. It was girthy and pink and begging to be sucked.

As Ryan tossed his pants on to the pile on Oz’s lap, Oz felt like he’d gone too far when Ryan started jerking his cock.

“You wanted me to cum yeah?”

Oz could only nod as Ryan used his free hand to tease his nipples.

A group was starting to form around them as Ryan moved his free hand to his ass, groping his thick bubble butt and slapping his cheeks as he moaned and fucked his hand. People cheered and shouted lewd comments as Ryan continued to grin and get himself off.

The whole time Oz could barely believe the sight in front of him. He knew Ryan worked out, but he had no idea Ryan had a body this incredible, and he knew he was completely taking advantage of his friend, but he couldn’t stop from watching the show.

“I’m getting close, Oz,” Ryan moaned as he increased the pace on his dick. “Where do you want me to cum buddy?”

Oz opened and closed his mouth, but no words came out. He knew where he wanted Ryan to cum, but he couldn’t do it in front of all of these people.

“I . . .”

Oz had no words, but Ryan didn’t need them. As his balls tightened against his muscular body, his moans increased before his entire body went tense. A thick rope of cum shot from his cock and landed on one of his shoes in Oz’s lap. Ryan continued to milk his orgasm, cum covering his piles of clothes and shoes.

“Fuck, I needed that,” Ryan gasped as he collapsed back in his seat, still butt naked.

The crowd around them cheered and came forward to slap Ryan on the back, tussle his hair or give his bicep a squeeze.

“What’s next?” Ryan asked.

“I dare you to come home with me and fuck my brains out all night long,” Oz said, before he could second guess or stop himself.

Ryan shrugged. “Sure, buddy!”

Before Oz could stop him, Ryan got up and walked back through the house butt naked, Oz chasing after him carrying his cum covered costume.

“Ryan, everyone can see you,” Oz yelled in his ear over the music.

“Fuck yeah,” Ryan yelled back.

Oz knew that Ryan was going to regret it in the morning, and he knew that Ryan would probably hate him for taking advantage, but Oz couldn’t resist leaving Ryan in the crowd for a moment to fill up a bottle with the acid green punch.

If nothing else, Oz prayed this stuff would work so well in the future.