A kinky story written by Pete Brown | Chapter 2
I stood there, naked, as the audience filed back in. If they’d been a little raucous before the interval, they were much more so now – a whole lot of additional drinks had been consumed, I suppose.
One of the leather-shorted goons kept a big beefy hand on my bicep, and that was enough to keep me standing there – after all, what was the point in trying to escape? There were so many of the “members” of this club around that I’d have no chance of getting out of the building, and, in any case, when you’re totally naked and there are a whole lot of men all around you all properly dressed, you feel very vulnerable and afraid: they’d only have to trip me up, then kick at me, and there were no clothes to help protect my sensitive parts!
The MC made an announcement asking for the audience to take their seats, then, as the hubbub subsided, he went on “And now, the major part of the evening, what we’ve all been waiting for…. The newly-ringed prey will now take part with our father and son duo, Joey and Todd… Let’s give them a big, traditional welcome…”
The door opened and two guys came in, and the watching men all erupted into cheering and hollering. The MC called for quiet, and announced “This is Joey’s first time, gentlemen… Do you remember how it was for you, when you were sixteen? Joey has been having lessons from Todd, one of our most popular performers here at the Club, but this is his first actual time performing in public – indeed, his first actual fuck. He’s a virgin now, gentlemen, and in a very few minutes he will no longer be…. Just like the prey!”
I looked at the two men, and I could see the family resemblance – both had strong jaws and thick black hair, and tall, neat bodies. Joey, the younger, was wearing a sweat shirt and the sort of baggy Jeans that were only just staying up as they were slung so low down on his hips. Like most kids of his age, he had one of those ubiquitous baseball caps on his head, with the peak turned backwards over his neck. His dad, Todd, was however almost naked – his genitals were just concealed by a small piece of black leather hung from a string around his waist. As he moved I could see his muscular arse muscles flexing, and he was clearly in peak condition – I guessed that, like me, he worked at some sort of manual work, and also took care of himself at the gym. His black hair extended over most of his body – his chest was heavily thatched, and a trail led right down his belly to disappear under the flap concealing him. Wiry black hair covered his arms and legs, and there was a tuft of it poking up from the top of his arse crack, forming a little separate patch just at the base of this spine.
I wondered what the hell was going to happen next, and the MC announced “Now, gentlemen, the choice is yours… Who do you want to perform first? Joey, or Todd? You’ll have an opportunity to see both of them in action, but who goes first? Young virginal Joey, or Todd, who we’ve all seen in action before?”
There were a few shouts of “Todd”, but he majority of the audience started a rhythmic chant of “Joey, Joey, Joey…”
“Right, gentlemen, I think that’s clear…. So let’s ask young Joey here to get ready to perform…”
The older man, Todd, moved towards his son, and helped him lift his sweatshirt up and over his head. He was swearing a standard kind of white T underneath, but as the sweat pulled upwards, the T lifted as well and we all got a glimpse of his belly – smooth and firm as you’d expect in a young guy who seemed to take care of himself, with just that hint of a late adolescent treaasure-trail climbing out of the top of his boxers, which of course poked up way above the low-slung waistband of his jeans.
He hopped around from one foot to another as he took off his trainers, then he didn’t even bother to unbuckle his Jeans – they were so low-slung that all he really needed to do was kind of wriggle them around, and they slipped off his hips and down his legs. The men had been mostly quiet whilst this was going on, but now he stood there in his T, boxers and socks, they cheered again.
Usually guys take their Ts off next, don’t they? But after a gesture from his dad, young Joey simply put his thumbs under his waist band and pushed his boxers off. Only then did he reach down to grab the hem of his T and pull it up over his head, and as he did so we all saw how his dick jerked upwards as the muscles in his stomach were stretched. He had a big dick for a kid, I thought, – still, I suppose that by the time you’re sixteen it is fully grow, isn’t it? – the rest of you gets bigger and stronger, but your dick mainly stays the same size after puberty, so it starts to look smaller as your body fills out. He hadn’t been cut, but he didn’t have one of those very long, droopy foreskins – his kind of stopped somewhere on his dick head, so that a small part of it was exposed, and I could see his piss slit. His balls were slung low, and he had a mass of wiry black pubic hair like his dad. You could tell that he must wear those kind of long baggy swimming shorts, as his tan stopped at his waist, and only started again at his knees, so that his whole trunk and arse were a very white white.
His father now put one arm in an almost protective gesture around Joey’s shoulders, then guided him along the front of the rows of seated men, so that Joey was displayed to them. From the rear, the similarity of the two men was obvious – Joey was perhaps an inch or so taller than his father, but both men had the classic wide-shouldered, V- shaped body tapering to their waists, after which their arses flared out. It seemed somehow almost obscene to see them like this – the young lad naked except for his socks, and his father naked except for his tiny loin cloth.
When they had completed the circuit, they came and stood by me and the doors opened and something was wheeled in – a kind of table on a couple of small wheels. It was left by us, and the goon holding my bicep now moved me towards it.
“Lie down, boy”, he whispered into my ear. “Lie down, head to one end, so that you’re as comfortable as you can be. Don’t worry about the length – just get your head on it and as much of your body as you can, and hold the rest of yourself up wit h your legs.”
“No, please, I don’t want…”
“Do you want a little shot from my tazer? Now, fucking lie down, and do as you’re told…”
Well, what could I do? He held all the cards, didn’t he? I looked at the black leather covered top, and lowered myself onto it and kind of shuffled around so that my head was at one end. The length was such that it stopped somewhere just below my navel, and I shuffled my feet, as best I could, to give myself a proper purchase and make myself feel comfortable. As my weight went onto the table I noticed that the wheels retracted – they must have been sprung – so that it was now solidly on the ground.
As I lay there the other goon came around the front and pulled at the bar that was still holding my arms spread quite wide. He pulled it down, and latched it onto the front legs of the table somewhere near the floor, and I was now effectively trapped – there was no way I could get up. What the hell was going on, I wondered.
To my horror, I soon found out! The MC’s voice boomed out again and I started to struggle, to absolutely no good effect, as he said “So now the prey is secured on the activity table and Joey is prepared, let’s waste no more time, and get on with the Club’s activity… Gentlemen, The Fuck Club presents another spectacular fucking of a straight virgin prey….. By the newest member of our team, Joey, for the first time….”
There was renewed cheering, and he went on “Now, gentlemen, as is traditional at the Fuck Club, members are asked to remain silent as the prey is fucked – it’s pretty traumatic for most of them, and we all want to hear them protest, don’t we…. So, gentlemen, silence, please….”
A hush fell on the room, and Joey and his dad disappeared behind me. Then I felt something hot on the middle of my back – one of the men was pushing his hand down on me, as if to steady me.
“Right, Joey”, I heard the father say. “Remember what I’ve told you.. .you can just start to fuck him, but it will hurt: hurt you, I mean. You could rape him now, as he’s helpless, but it will chafe your dick. So I always recommend lubing the prey, and you know how to do that, don’t you, son… Milk him, to get some proper organic lube!”
I felt something warm brush against my naked legs, and somehow knew it must be Joey’s body. Then a hand gripped my dick – I felt its presence as it reached in between my thighs, then the next moment hot, strong fingers had curled around me and were gripping me. “NO…..”, I shouted. “Leave me alone…”
But it did no good. The lad’s fingers tightened on my dick and he started to jerk me off. I could feel myself go hard, in spite of not wanting to – when someone’s relentlessly jerking away at you, your body takes over, in spite of what your mind wants, doesn’t it? I carried on crying out “No, no, leave me alone….” And trying my best to wriggle away from him, but there was no escape with my arms held securely and his hand around my dick. I started to get that real thrill from my dick as his hand bumped into the flange around my dick head, and my cries of protest and outrage just had to mitigate as my body’s primeval senses took over. I was rock hard now, and I could almost feel my foreskin sliding over my dick head as Joey worked away. I was no longer crying out, more moaning gently – I’d never had another guy touch my dick like this before, and having someone else jerk me off, rather than my own hand, was a wholly different experience: I wasn’t in control of the speed, or the pressure, or the length of the stroke: my dick just had to take whatever Joey decided to do, and it was a wholly new sensation. Most of the women I’d been with had touched my dick, or course, but I’d never had them jerk me off – after all, they were there to be fucked, weren’t they? This new sensation was actually better than jerking it myself – or was it that I was enjoying having to relinquish control, to give myself over entirely to the whims of another man?
I just couldn’t help it – I felt the pressure building up in my balls, and then, in spite of the humiliation of having the whole audience watch, I shot my load. I’ve got a really sensitive dick, and as soon as I start to shoot I always stop stroking myself, else that strange mixture of incredible pleasure starts to turn into one of agony. But Joey didn’t know this, and in spite of the spurts of hot cum that must have been shooting out of me he carried on moving his hand up and down my shaft, his thumb and forefinger colliding with my flange. I tried to get away, but it was no good – I couldn’t move, and I cried out “No, stop…. No…..”.
I don’t think I’d ever shot so much before as Joey’s remorseless “milking” carried on even though I was trying to thrash around and my cries were filling the room. I could feel my balls tightening and screwing up as they pumped further “aftershocks” of cum out, and then, mercifully, Joey stopped. I lay there, gasping and panting, relieved that it was over, and feeling strangely exhilarated and excited. Yes, I know this was almost the ultimate humiliation, to be jerked off against my will in front of an audience of other guys, but somehow it was at the same time intensely thrilling and erotic.
“OK, son, you caught his cum, didn’t you?”
“Yes, dad”, I heard Joey reply.
“Right then – give it to me… Here, in my hand, as you’ll need both of yours. Then lube his hole well, starting with one finger, and working up…”
No! This couldn’t be…. Surely he wasn’t going to touch my arse hole, was he? I got my reply almost immediately, as I felt a warm hand on my arse, then a finger probing down the deep crack between my arse cheeks. Look, some of the women I’ve been with have been pretty daring and have tried to touch my arse in foreplay, before I fucked them, but I didn’t like it at all and I always made them stop. One bitch told me that I didn’t know what I was missing, but I didn’t believe her and made her stop anyway. But now I was powerless to prevent Joey’s finger probing at me. I shuddered, literally, as the tip of his finger first touched against my pucker, my virgin pucker, that just wasn’t used to being touched at all.
“No, please, no….”, I cried out, but I knew it wasn’t going to do any good – evidently Joey knew what he was supposed to be doing as the pressure of his finger against me increased, and in spite of all my attempts to keep my hole closed, I felt it slide into me. He wriggled it around a bit, then slid it in and out, almost experimentally. Sensation flooded through me, a new, incredible sensation the like of which I’d only ever vaguely had before when I’d shat a big, solid turd. My cries begging him to stop were almost choked off, and then I couldn’t help it, I started almost to moan with pleasure. I couldn’t help notice that the whole audience was deadly silent, as they had been since Joey started to milk me, and they were all leaning forwards in their seats to get a better view of my humiliation.
“Good, son… Now, remember how I’ve showed you… Put a bit more of his cum on your second finger and get that up too, then start to stretch him and get him ready….”
“Yes, dad..”, Joey almost whispered: he seemed to be so intent on what he was doing that he didn’t have the effort to really reply to his father, who stood there, looking almost proud of his son.
As Joey’s second finger pushed its way up into me I moaned again – not in pain, exactly, and not in pleasure, either, but in some strange mixture of the two. Having a man probing your hole is, as I now know, one of the great sensations, but this first time I was scared, and embarrassed, and worried and… well, everything! It felt both odd, and humiliating, and yet pleasurable to have these strong fingers teasing at me, and they slid in and out, presumably lubricated by my own cum, in a way that sent waves of feeling through me. I shuffled my feet as best I could and knew that my arse must be moving around in response, and I felt Joey’s other hand rest on the base of my spine as if to steady himself.
“Easy, boy…”, Todd said to me, bending his head towards mine. “Relax… It will be easier for you if you just accept it, you know… And I don’t want Joey worried or scared – it’s his first time, and if you make it hard for him, you’ll regret it later….”
“Bastard…”, I hissed “You shouldn’t be allowing this… Your son… This audience…”
“Hey, shut the fuck up! Don’t tell me how to look after my kid – mind your own business! I know what’s best for Joey, and he’ll remember this long after he’s forgotten a lot of other stuff..”
I’d have gone on arguing with him but I just had to cry out as Joey pushed a third finger up into my hole, and then, with all three of them in, started to stretch me – I could almost feel his fingers forcing themselves apart as he massaged my virgin muscle into submission. Joey’s pressure at the base of my spine also increased as he was clearly working quite hard and needed to steady himself. Sweat was pouring off me in buckets, I knew, and my body felt all hot and tense as I moved impotently around as best I could on the leather covered table – I was almost sliding over the surface, I was so wet. “OK, son… That’s enough”, Todd said. “Now let’s give the folks here the show they’re waiting for.”
Joey and Todd came and stood at the front of me, by my head, and Todd went down on one knee in front of his son. I could see Joey’s erect dick sticking out in front of him, and his father now gently stroked this with his hand that still had the remains of my cum in it. I saw a shiver run through Joey’s whole body as this stimulated him, and he reached down and pushed his hands onto his father’s shoulders to steady himself. Is head was thrown back slightly, and, as you do at times like this, it was almost as if my brain took a snapshot of one aspect of the scene: Joey’s young muscles in tension in his neck, and his Adam’s apple sticking out, as he stood there in front of his father. “OK, son… Now, remember what I’ve taught you….”
There was an almost visible tension in the place as Joey slowly walked around me. I saw his dick bobbing up and down as he moved. It was as if every man in the audience had stopped breathing, so that there should be no noise, no disturbance of any kind. It was me who broke the silence “NO! Please, no….”, I shouted, as I felt Joey’s hands on my arse cheeks and the insistent pressure with which he pulled them apart. I tried to move, to wriggle, to squirm, but it was no use. And then something else, something warm, soft, hard, wet, sensuous… Pressing at my hole. The end of his dick wavered up and down a bit and my cries of alarm just had to be muted as the feelings from my pucker flooded through me – almost as if I was being tickled, helplessly tickled, but a thousand times better. A warm flood of feeling raced through my body, and my “NO…..” Changed to more of an “Oh…..”.
There was an insistent pressure on me. An incredible, pushing, nudging, relentless pressure. I’d never had anything like this before, and I heard Joey give a little grunt and almost felt his body move, and then the feelings I was getting from my hole redoubled – I just knew that he must have forced his entry, and his dick was now in my hole. An instant later I got that sensation that’s so hard to describe, as Joey continued to push and his whole dick moved itself inside me. At last I felt his warm body press against my arse, and I knew he must be buried in to the hilt.
It was as if the whole room had been waiting for this, as there was a long, very audible sigh from all the watching men as they all started breathing again, as if they had been waiting for this moment.
And then it started – well, we all know what it feels like, don’t we, as a dick slides in and out of you? I could never have imagined that something that I’d thought was so repugnant, so vile, could cause me such exquisite pleasure. Joey pumped away vigorously and his dick slid smoothly in and out of me easily. Somewhere, as if far away, I heard him start to say “Yes, yes, yes…” In time to his strokes, and I found myself gasping “Uggh…” almost as if in reply.
It was all over very quickly, actually – I guess a young horny sixteen year old just can’t help cumming quickly, as Joey suddenly shouted “Oh, yes, sweet Jesus, yes….”
He stopped fucking and I felt his body hard against my arse as he remained deep in me. I supposed he must be shooting, and I suppose I was vaguely disappointed not to feel it – when I’d read a gay story once in a magazine I’d found on a plane, it went on and on about how the splashes of hot cum surged up inside, and so on. Of course I now know that you don’t feel the other guy’s cum at all as there are no nerve receptors, or very few, deep up inside you, but it was odd then and I guess it’s all a matter of expectation.
Joey fell forward onto me, and my sweaty back felt the almost searing heat of his body all along me. He was breathing hard – harder than me – and I felt his muscles move as he got his breath back. We lay there, his conquest, me, under him, and a huge wave of applause and cheering came from the audience.
Todd gave him a couple of minutes to recover, than came and helped Joey to his feet. As he moved off me I went momentarily chilled as my sweat evaporated in the conditioned air. Todd had a damp cloth, and as I watched he went down on one knee again and began to wipe Joey’s dick and balls they were all stained brown, I noticed, and from the smell that was now getting to me I knew that it must be my ass juices that Todd was removing from his son.
Satisfied, Todd tossed the cloth to one side and then led Joey, his dick now rapidly detumescing, on a kind of “victory” parade around in front of the audience again.
I just lay there – well, there wasn’t much else I could do, was there? I felt relaxed, happy, almost, but at the same time deeply humiliated. I’d been stripped and now raped, and I knew I ought to be furious, but something was making me calmer than I should be – perhaps it was that mood that sweeps over you after sex that was working its magic – I don’t really know. But this mood of happy relaxation was almost shattered when I felt something on the inside of my thighs as I stood there helpless – something was trickling down them, and I suppose I knew what it must be: Joey’s cum and my ass juices leaking from my arse, and running down over my flesh.
Joey and Todd finished their circuit, and now Todd picked up the washcloth he’d used on his son. He stood behind me, and I heard him say to Joey “Now, it’s courteous always to clean up the guy after you’ve fucked him… And even more so when he’s helpless, like this prey. No guy really likes all that liquid leaking all over him, and it stains the bed if you don’t clean it up. The smells’ not great, either. Take this cloth, and give him a good clean, all around his arse, and down the inside of his thighs….”
Look, I know it’s humiliating to have someone wipe your arse, but what are you supposed to do when you’re totally held there? And I suppose I was glad to have myself cleaned up as the sensation of the stuff sliding down my thighs wasn’t exactly pleasant.
The MC’s voice boomed out now, though, asking for a big round of applause for Joey – which he got. Then, almost to my horror, the voice continued “So, gentlemen, do you want an encore?
“Yes!” Came he thunderous response from the audience.
“Right, gentlemen. Todd is one of our favourites here at the Fuck Club, and after seeing young Joey in action I think we can all agree that he’s a real chip off the old block. But now let’s see the man in person… Todd is going to fuck the prey next.”
As I realised with sick horror that my ordeal wasn’t over, the audience continued to roar, clap and stamp, until the MC again called for silence.
“As is traditional, members choose. So, gentlemen, ‘dog’, or ‘missionary’?”
There were cried of both “dog” and “missionary” from the audience, but gradually the “dogs” subsided and almost all the men started chanting “on his back, on his back, on his back…”
The two goons, the front of their brief leather shorts tented as they were evidently very erect after watching Joey, now came on again. There was just no way I could resist them as they undid the bar with my wrists cuffed to it from the front of the table, neatly flipped me over onto my back, pulled my arms above my head again and then down, and re-fastened the bar. In another of those weird flashes that go into your memory I noticed how cold and clammy the sweat-covered leather top of the table felt against my back as I had to lie there again.
They weren’t finished yet, though – they lifted the bar that held and separated my ankles, and pulled it high into the air and up and over my body so that my feet were almost over my nips. A couple of wires from somewhere behind my head were then pulled out, and the bar was held in this position. My arse was almost in the air, and I knew that my hole was now totally exposed to the view of the watching men.
Todd came and stood near my arse, and I looked along the length of my body and could see him. He must have had some of my cum left in his hand, as he was stroking his dick, getting it fully hard and erect, and covering it in a layer of my cum. It seemed to be much thicker than Joey’s, and I knew he was going to fuck me with it – I inwardly winced, almost in terror, at the thought of that big, thick thing being inserted into me.
Todd reached down and almost caressed my hole with his fingers. The room had gone silent again, and he said to me, almost conversationally, “You’re nice and loose already, as Joey’s softened you up. So don’t worry – I’ve got a really thick cock, but I’ve never split anyone in half yet! And I’m all lubed up, so… Let’s go!”
He moved, his dick bobbing up and down as he did, and positioned himself at my arse. He shuffled forward and I again felt that amazing sensation as the moist head of a dick first touches your hole.
Todd really was skilled – I felt the relentless pressure as he tried to push his dick in against the resistance of my sphincter muscles, then, as I watched, he just pulled his hips back a little, not so much as to lose contact between his dick and my hole, and gave a little thrust forwards so that the sudden increase in pressure forced an entrance. I gave a little gasp, and I saw him almost grin down at me. “Easy, boy”, he whispered, as if he didn’t want the crowd to hear. “…now for the fun.”
Look, I know Joey was the first, and they always say you remember the first, but it’s really that performance of Todd’s that’s etched into my brain. He played me – no, not played with me – played me; played me as if I was an instrument that needed the finesse of a master to bring it to life, and to give a performance that would entrance and delight an audience.
He did everything – long, slow, languorous strokes that had me moaning with pleasure. Then quick, sharp, stabbing thrusts that slammed his pubic bone into the sensitive areas around my hole, and had me shouting out in panic in time to his strokes. A succession of fast, light, inch or two motions would be followed by heavy, strong, pistoning that would bury him completely in me and almost pull himself right out. It went on and on, and my whole body was consumed with the sensations that he was causing me – I completely lost control, and I no longer cared about being watched by the other men, or about being held helpless on the table, or anything – my whole universe focussed down onto Todd, and what Todd’s dick was doing to me. I was conscious of moaning, sighing, shouting – I no longer cared, and I felt a total abandon. My body gave itself up entirely to pleasure, to that overwhelming feeling of total relaxation and joy that you get when a strong, expert man is dominating and controlling you.
I could have stayed like that for ever. I didn’t want it to stop. I actually have no idea how long it did go on for, it could have been minutes, or hours. But even Todd couldn’t entirely deny the response of his body, and, as I watched, his back arched, his head went back and he thrust into me one final time, deep and hard, and I knew he must have cum.
As before, the silent audience then broke into rapturous applause and hollering, and Todd lay forward on to me, taking some of his weight, though, on his elbows. His face was close to mine, and he said, so that I could just hear it above the noise of the crowd, “OK? I think you enjoyed that, didn’t you…?”
“Bastard! Yes… No… No one wants to be raped…”
“You might not have wanted it before, but you enjoyed it, didn’t you, boy? I can always tell.”
There was a mischievous grin on his face, and he carried on lying there for a couple of minutes. I could feel his heart racing in his chest as it was pushed into mine, and there was something that continued to be erotic about having another man in such intimate contact with me, something quite different that when women did this. Perhaps it was the hard feel of his muscles, or the way the neat thatch of hair on his pecs rubbed against mine, or perhaps it was just the different male pheromones having their effect. Whatever it was, as he lay on top of me, I felt my dick stir, and as it vainly thrust against his muscled belly, he again grinned at me, but said no more.
He got up eventually and gently withdrew his cock from me, then used the washcloth to clean himself, and then me. The goons released the bar holding my legs so that I was lying comfortably on my back, as I turned my head to watch Todd and Joey, both totally naked, parading for one last time in front of the audience – Todd had his arm around his son’s shoulders again, and you could see that their bodies were cast in there same mould, and that as Joey matured and his muscles enlarged, he would soon look like Todd’s brother, rather than his son.
The goons now released the bar holding my hands down, and helped me to stand. I was allowed to have my hands at the level of my neck, as they held the ends of the bar and paraded me around in front of the audience. “Let’s give our prey, Steve, one final big hand, gentlemen”, the MC boomed out. “Without prey like him, receiving dick for the first time, our entertainment here would be merely ordinary…. Gentlemen…. Steve!”
Well, I don’t know if I like being thanked for something like this! I was once again conscious of my total nakedness, of the way that these men’s eyes were looking intently at my body. The strong lights eat down, making my sweat-soaked skin shine, and I saw glints and flashes as they caught the shiny stainless steel of my new tit ring.
The goons led me out through the door, away from the arena, and along a corridor into a room with three shower heads arranged along one wall, a range of lockers along the other wall, and some of those wooden benches down the middle that you see in locker rooms at sports fields and gyms. It all seemed so normal – it was almost as if we were back in the “normal” world. Todd and Joey were under the showers as we entered, but they finished, and started to towel themselves dry. The two goons held onto my bar so that I couldn’t approach them, and father and son sat down on the benches and dressed, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do.
It was our turn then. As I watched, first one goon, and then the other, undid his leather harness, then pushed his leather shorts down, to stand totally naked. “Now, fella,”, one of them said, “There’s two ways we can do this. Either you can remain tethered to this bar, and we can clean you up, or we can let you go, and we can all shower together, like proper buddies.”
“No way! I’m not your buddy…”
“Suit yourself! We prefer it this way, anyway….”
They led me under the water, and soon were washing me – soaping their hands, then running them down all over my naked body. I really didn’t like the way they lingered on my arse, and in my arse crack. And when they washed my dick and my balls, it was almost as if they vied with each other to do it, as if they both wanted to fondle me so intimately. They seemed to know each other very well, too, as they’d break off from washing me to wash each other, almost caressing each other’s bodies as they did so.
They left me shivering – you know how it is when you’ve showered and you can’t dry yourself – as they towelled each other down, then dressed in short-sleeved casual shirts, Jeans, and heavy work boots. They didn’t seem to bother with underwear, and they picked up and packed their leather harnesses and leather shorts into ordinary sports bags. As they stood there, their short hair still damp from the shower, they looked like a couple of ordinary guys who’d just come from the gym. Todd and Joey said goodnight to them and left, and the three of us were alone.
“Right, now let’s get you dressed, shall we?”, one of them said. “I think it would be fun for us to do it for him, don’t you?”, he went on, addressing his companion.
And that’s what they did – they took the towels, still damp from where they had dried themselves, and really dried me thoroughly, all over, paying particular attention to patting my balls, skinning me back “just to make sure your dick head is nice and dry”, and then pulling the towel up and down my arse crack.
I hadn’t been dressed by someone else since I was a little kid, and it was odd to have these two big men pulling on my socks, then helping me step into my boxers. One of them couldn’t resist “settling me in”, as he put it, to make sure my dick was nice and snug, and then they helped me into my Jeans, zipped up the fly neatly, and did up my belt.
“Right, boy”, they went on “Now we’re going to let your hands free. Any trouble, and it will be the tazer for you….”
It was so good to b able to move my arms freely after all that time. I stood there flexing my shoulders and swinging my arms, but they seemed impatient to get on. Even though I was perfectly capable of doing it for myself now they pulled my T over my head, and then gave me a little slap on my arse, as if to say “all done.”
I was going to say something, but heard a faint hiss…..
….and then, there I was, sitting in the front seat of my truck again, in the car park. I blinked, and shook my head. Had it all been a dream? And then, as my body came to life, I knew it must be true – there was a pain in my tit, and as I moved in my seat, I felt that sensation I now know you have when you’ve been well and truly fucked: my hole felt kind of full, and there was a dull throb radiating from it, not unpleasant, not hurting, but somehow exciting and different, the kind of sensation Id never had down there before.
As I sat there, I wondered what to do next. I thought of driving to the nearest police station, but as I reached for the keys, there was an envelope. Inside were ten crisp fifties, and a neat, typewritten note. I put on the interior light, and read “Thank you for participating in this evening’s activities at The Fuck Club. You have not been harmed, and any discomfort you feel will disappear within a day or so. Look on this as a learning experience, and make it part of your future development as a man. We trust that the five hundred is adequate compensation for your time this evening, and wish you every success for the future.”
The note was signed “The management”, and underneath, there was a postscript “P.S. Other prey who have bothered to go to the police have never had a satisfactory resolution to their problems. Our premises are discrete, and our members naturally do not talk. The police have never been able to trace our activities, and prey who have persisted in demanding action have simply wasted enormous amounts of their own time, and have generally been subsequently harassed by their local police force.”
So what the fuck was I supposed to do? I thought on, and decided that as it was now very late I’d go home and sleep on it. I’d consider my next course of action in the morning.
To be continued …