Liam's candle was lit. He was now a candle holder ready for the party and I was the table.
Liam walked up to my head, "The guys know us pretty well."
I asked, "Did you want to be turned into a candle holder?"
Liam said, "No but in secret, I love sucking my own cock. I didn't want anyone to know cause I didn't want them thinking I was a freak but obviously, they already know so I might as well enjoy it."
I was undecided about whether I enjoyed it or not. In private, I had played with toys occasionally including both dildos and sounding rods. But I never fantasized about doing so in public. As I looked down my chest to where my cock stood up like a vase and I felt the flower inside, I tried to imagine that I was alone. But I wasn't alone. Not only did I have Liam, Matt and Kyle standing on me and walking around, Andy and Jake were nearby and Cyclops, Scruffy several frat brothers were nearby.
Matt had a lit candle sticking out of his ass. He sucked his cock and walked down my chest, past my cock, to offer light at the other end of me the table. They were loading snack foods onto Kyle's flat surface so Kyle could walk around as a serving tray offering snacks to the guests. Jake was a water fountain peeing into his own mouth whenever anyone turned his ball. Andy was on the wall as a whiteboard. Other foods were placed on my body including a keg of beer between my feet.
Finally the party was ready and guests arrived. Naturally there were jokes at our expense but the novelty of having living furniture quickly faded. Most of the guests ignored us.
Kyle walked around happily offering chips, nuts, pretzels and cheese sticks. Someone yelled, "The football game is about to start. Hey bring the snack tray over here. We want pretzels." As soon as someone picked Kyle up by his handle, another guy yelled, "You know you're carrying him by his dick." Kyle was dropped face first on the floor and his snacks were scattered.
Then Doug who seemed to be the one who arranged this party said, "Geez guys. He's just a serving tray. It's just his handle." People still hesitated to touch Kyle but Doug picked him and started loading him with snacks again. "You guys are too squeamish. It's not a real dick. Kyle tell them."
Kyle said, "It's my handle. Please don't drop me on the floor again. Now there was a request for pretzels. Take me over there and let's watch the game."
Then people got over their shyness about using us. Some gathered around Andy to play Pictionary on his chest. Other's took drinks from Jake's water fountain dick. I continued trying to pretend that I was alone and ignoring everyone in the room.
The party got drunker and drunker throughout the night. I wished someone would give me a drink. I looked over and saw them pouring beer down Kyle's throat until he was staggering and spilling snacks everywhere. Jake also got some beers although usually they were the unwanted beers that people were pouring down his drain. Liam and Matt seemed content to just keep sucking their own cocks.
I wondered if I should ask for a beer but then I'd draw attention to me and make it even harder to pretend I was alone.
Some people had passed out and others had left when Steve came over to me. He was really drunk. He started touching my dick.
"Don't do that Steve."
Steve slurred, "You know that when we get this drunk, all limits are off."
He was partly right. We did things while drunk that we wouldn't do sober. "But even drunk, there are still limits." I said.
Steve slurred, "They won't mind. You're just a table." He reached down and touched my ass where the table leg went in. "You won't mind either you dirty dog."
I said, "I don't want you touching me. Get your hands off."
Steve poured beer over my throat forcing me to have to drink what didn't spill out of my mouth. "I've wanted to play with your cock since the first day I met you. We're roommates but you didn't even hang out naked." Steve leaned in close to my dick as if talking to it instead of me. "I only saw you briefly in those few moments when Nick would change clothes. You're taller than I remember."