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I knew my initiation into the club wouldn’t be easy. They had been telling me that for moths. My friend Jay, a good-looking guy who I always had a thing for but had never hooked up with told me that it’s a pretty intense experience. He joined a few years back but was sworn to secrecy about the process. “Sorry,” he’d tell me with a smirk whenever he felt I was plying him for information. “Lips are sealed…” then he would smirk again, indicating that his lips were anything but sealed during the initiation process.
The club was an all-male sex club with men from all walks of life but who were healthy, fit and generally attractive. It was exclusive, controlled, safe and secure. The founder was an older rich man here in the city who was a self-made multimillionaire. He began the club in his penthouse and with growing interest and popularity decided over the years to rent out a location in the city’s warehouse district. Over the years it grew and had a very mysterious but fascinating appeal to the gay and bi population both here and overseas. There were men from all over the world who had become members. In order to even be considered, you needed to meet a rigorous standard of qualifications and remain on the list for two years with continued interest and the occasional check-in from the secretary to gauge continued desire to join. She gave me an extensive questionnaire to fill out and I had to choose between top, bottom or versatile. I chose versatile, which included questions like:
- Are you comfortable with unprotected intercourse?
- Are you comfortable with semen in your mouth and anus?
- Are you willing to submit to senior members requests, regardless of what they may be?
- Are you willing to be tied and cuffed?
- As a bottom or versatile member, will you be willing to be fisted and/or stretched in order to be fisted by a senior member if requested to do so?
- Can you receive deep oral penetration from erections up to 20 centimetres?
If you checked “no” in response to any of these questions you would be denied entry. Pure tops paid the highest dues. Bottoms paid the lowest (with an even lower fee for those willing to submit to “dirty” activities, which I declined. Versatile applicants, like me, paid slightly less than tops. Bottoms were not allowed to initiate receiving of oral sex or any anal play unless it was initiated by a senior or top member. In addition to passing a physical (which I did last month) and putting down the deposit, which was significant, I had to pass a d**g test and a psych evaluation. Tomorrow was to finally be my proving day and I was excited and nervous. I didn’t have a clue what to expect, other than knowing that I would be required to endure quite a sexual gauntlet - the “versatile” applicants were given the most demanding of trials. I was advised to be well-rested, well-hydrated and should have achieved orgasm at least three times the day prior to allow for maximum endurance.
I spent the day fasting, except for a banana and high-vitamin smoothie and worked on loosening and cleaning my ass. After several hours of anal easing sprays, plenty of lube, lotion and several latex gloves, I took a hot shower, threw on the recommended casual attired and nervously drove to the location, arriving just before my appointed 9pm starting time.
Trial day was special and members were always eager to show up for the day. Aside from normal operations and those that wanted to enjoy the usual club amenities, those that wished to participate in the trial of a new applicant were encouraged to sign up and indicate what sort of activity they wished to perform on or with the subject.
I was greeted by a professional and attractively dressed man who showed me to the locker room. It was spotlessly clean and sparse but dimly lit and elegantly designed. He handed me a towel and showed me to my locker. “Come to the red initiation door when you’re ready for your first activity. You can bring whatever you want from your locker but no personal outside items will be allowed and no clothing other than this towel. Have fun.”
When he left I was alone in the locker room and looked inside my assigned locker. There was an assortment of lubes, both hard and soft cockrings, an enema and an anal douche bulb, various stainless steel buttplugs and mouthwash. Not knowing exactly what to expect, I slipped on a soft cocking which was tight but not strangling and a small tube of thick and viscous lube which I had used once in Germany. It was one of the best I’d ever used and had searched endlessly for it here in the States. I took a deep breath and walked over to the red door. It was spotlit from above and there was a red light above it. A voice came over the speaker just to my right.
“When the light turns green, please go inside and close the door behind you.”
I stood, for what seemed like an eternity before the light clicked green. Suddenly I began to pulse with adrenaline. Once I opened that door, there would be no going back. My mouth was dry and my heart raced as I turned the handle.
Inside there was a soft black vinyl bench, like one you’d see in a weight room. Two men in leather chest harnesses and chaps were in the room. One guy was quite large - broadly built with lots of hair and a thick greying beard. He was good-looking enough but certainly not my type. He had a leather codpiece on, covering his cock. The other man was young and slim, smooth but toned. His cock was exposed and even though he was completely limp, I could tell that his was going to be a handful when he became hard. I stood motionless, awaiting instruction.
The burly guy said to take off my towel and straddle the bench.
“Don’t talk. If you say one word without being instructed to do so it had better be the safe word - argyle. Any other un-directed speaking will be cause for disqualification. Straddle the bench on your stomach and put your ass up and your cock hanging down off the edge.”
I did as instructed and pinched the skin of my cock inadvertantly on the edge of the vinyl. A let out a small groan of discomfort. It was nothing compared to what I was about to endure.
The thin man approached me from the front and the big guy was behind me. He spread my ass and I felt his face plunge into my cheeks - his beard burning the sensitive skin on my recently-shaved ass. HIs hot wet tongue forced its way into my hole and I could feel his teeth on my the outer rings of my sphincter. It stung and I was dealing with the pain as best I could.
The man in front of me didn’t say a word, he only ran his fingers through my hair as he put his long, slowly growing package in front of my face. I licked his cock from the tip to the base and it continued to grow in front of me. He pinched out a drop of pre-cum and I took it on my tongue. Then he pried my mouth open with his thumb, shoved it as deep as he could go and smeared my saliva on my face before sliding his now-hard cock into my mouth. There was a sweet floral taste, like some kind of lotion. Whatever it was made is cock silky smooth. I concentrated and enjoyed sucking him off, unsure of whether or not my job was to make him cum quickly. Suddenly I didn’t know what I was and wasn’t allowed to do. I wanted to grab his ass and squeeze as I sucked him off but wasn’t sure if it was allowed. At the same time, my ass was burning and tingling. The pleasure from his tongue was fighting the friction from his beard. My hole felt like tenderised meat at that point and then he stopped. The cool air dried the spit on my hole, making it itch. As I was chugging on the cock in my mouth I heard the unmistakable sound of latex gloves snapping on. Oil dripped on my back and ran down between my cheeks. Latex fingers began to probe my asshole with aggression.
I’ve played with toys before and always enjoyed it but I had never been fisted. That was all about to change. I was hugely grateful for my foresight to loosen my butt before coming here but it was nothing to prepare for this feeling. My cock shrivelled up and felt like it was retracting into my body as this brute worked on my hole for twenty minutes. He did not have small hands. There were a few times where I thought about getting up and leaving, but I had come so far and waited so long to be part of a club like this.
Then a strangely exhilarating pain coursed through my whole body and made me shiver as I felt my hole close up around his wrist. His entire hand was inside my ass and I was surprised at how relatively gentle he was once he was inside me. He slid very delicately and shifted between a conical formation of fingers into a wider fist, pressing against the walls of my rectum. I felt my ass flush with warmth and there was an immense pressure on my prostate. My cock was leaking and I felt like I was just on the verge of coming but never got there. It was much better than I thought and I was able to enjoy the pleasure of it while sucking on this gorgeous cock in front of me. The man with the perfect smooth cock slid his shiny head around on my tongue and went deep a few times but never to the point of gagging. There was strange balance of sweet cocksucking in front and pretty heavy anal punishment in back.
Just as I was getting into it, he started pulling out his hand. My muscles had tightened again around his wrist and pulling his hand out was worse than going in. I groaned and as my mouth opened more to let out a contorted grunt, the long cock in my mouth pressed against my tonsils. I gasped for air and choked back my reflex. His hands tightened around my head and I relaxed my throat to let his slightly down-curving cock (thank god) go down my throat. Then the anal play got more intense.
“Give him some poppers” I heard from behind, and my skinny lover placed the pungent chemical bottle to my face, pinched one nostril and told me to inahle. Then he did it to the other side. My head was swimming and my cock and asshole got warm. The fist went back in and I felt the full pressure. As soon as it was in, he pulled it out. I was being fucked by a large hand in and out, in and out — I thought my prostate would explode. Then from behind me, with his arm deeper than I’d felt before (and as I tried not to pass out) I heard him groan like he was coming. He pulled his hand out of my ass and spanked me playfully. His partner withdrew from my mouth without coming and left the room without a word. I was stunned.
The fister slapped my back.
“That wasn’t so bad was it? You’ve got a great ass, man. Made me cum fast.” (That was fast, I thought?) “Go shower up and wait for your next assignment.”
With an aching asshole and weak knees I went into the shower next to the locker room and rinsed off. I felt used but at the same time appreciated. It was a challenge for sure and I was a little afraid of what was next. My cock was throbbing, even though it was limp. As I rinsed my hole with soap and water it felt loose like a woman’s pussy. Even after intense anal play with other partners and alone with my dongs I had never felt it like this. I wondered if it would ever return.
I dried off next to my locker and the attendant came back in with a fresh towel.
“Wrap this on and go to room 3.”
Room 3 was a tiny booth and it glowed like a photographer’s darkroom. The red light pierced my retinas. There was no where to sit. One wall had a large basketball-sized hole in it. The wall opposite had two handles bolted to it. A voice came over the speaker.
“Remove your towel and keep your ass pressed against the opening. Don’t move away from the opening for any extended period of time unless instructed or you will be subject to application rejection. Have fun.”
I pressed my ass against the hole and waited. About two minutes passed before I felt a slick finger, applying a generous amount of lube and then a warm cock sliding inside me. It wasn’t huge and it felt really, really good. After about five minutes of fucking a load was shot inside me. My cock was hard. Throbbing. I wanted to cum already. Then another cock, longer, began to fuck my wet hole. It felt great and made the sexiest wet sucking sound I could ever remember hearing. I pictured my ass as just a swollen wet piece of meat. A hole to be plowed for pleasure. I could feel myself get sloppier when he came inside me. All in all I was fucked, raw, by five cocks, each coming inside me. I couldn’t believe how much cum had dripped out of my ass. Much of it was on the floor and my feet were beginning to slip. A voice came on the speaker.
“That was the last one for this activity. You can proceed to room number eight.”
“I can’t take a shower? Hello?”
There was no response. I reached behind me and felt my slick fucktunnel with my fingers. It was warm and gooey. I couldn’t help myself. I tasted my fingers.
When I left room three and found room eight I was greeted by an older Asian man just inside the doorway. He was very well put together, though not terribly attractive. Probably in his early sixties. He looked clean and pleasant enough.
“How’s it going so far? Doing ok?” He spoke with a low and casual voice, sounding younger than he looked. I wondered what he did for a living, as I had with so many of these guys. Bankers, attorneys, investors, brokers, real estate moguls, engineers…
“Yes it’s…great. Really great.”
“Nice. Nice.” He held on to the vowel sound in “nice”. “Need a break from getting fucked I guess, huh?”
“Well,” I said, thinking if over. “Yeah. I do.”
“Well this is a bukkake gang, so we’re going to be coming on you. Mostly your face. And you will be videotaped. But the videos never leave this building. It’s with club property and on a closed circuit. Though you might see a replay of your bukkake session playing on the screens sometime if you become a member. The bukkake videos are some of the favourites, it gets a lot of guys fired up. You’re gonna start with me. I always get to go first. I’m not rough, but some of the other guys might be. So, well, just go along with it.”
He pointed me to a large padded table with straps. After I lay down he cuffed my wrists and ankles, about two and a half feet apart. I enjoyed being restrained sometimes, but only in safe environments with people i knew and trusted. This was going to be a very new level for me. It began easy enough. He lowered a support beneath my head and my neck dipped, my face, upside down. He opened his robe and exposed his huge mushroom head to me. His dick was a little bigger than average, but the tip was thick and engorged, even before he got hard. It was smooth and shiny. I got hard just looking at it.
“I can see you like.”
He put his cock in my mouth and went deep, his ball hairs tickling my nose and his asshole close enough to sniff. It was clean but had an unmistakable ass odor to it. He slid out of my mouth and put his balls and butt on my face. I made slow circles around his ass and pushed my tongue inside his bitter canal.
“Eat!” he commanded, so I began to suck and nibble his asshole like it was a meal. He groaned and shoved his cock back in my mouth and began to fuck it, the huge tip pressing against my oesophagus. Suddenly I felt hands. On my chest, my abs, my legs, my cock and balls. Hard dicks were slapping my body. The guy pulled away and began to stroke just inches from my face as another cock took his place. A white one, not huge but thick and veiny. He fucked my mouth. A finger went in my ass. A warm mouth wrapped itself around my cock.
Soon enough there were seven or eight cocks around my head. Guys were jacking and stroking everywhere. I squirmed and tried so hard to control myself but my shaft erupted and I shot a load so high and hard that they all reacted verbally to it. Balls hit my face, cocks slapped my cheeks. The first load shot on my neck. Then a guy fucked my head really hard and I struggled to control my gagging. He slapped his super hard meat against my face, my thick drool spraying off with each slap. My face was a mess already with spit and just a couple of loads. I caught sight of a man with a video camera. He was fully dressed, not taking part in the action.
Two guys stroked from opposite sides and their tips met over my open mouth. Two loads, one thick and ropey, the other thin and tangy, flooded my tongue. I wanted to swallow because I love cum so much but I was yelled at to hold it. I did and my mouth pooled with saliva as another load shot across my face. It rendered one eye useless. I was becoming disoriented. Another cock, thick and long…one of the biggest of the night, plowed into my mouth and I felt cum and drool spill out. It ran down my cheeks, into my nose and into my ears as he roughed up my throat. I choked. He came. Another load hit my chest. I was getting hard again.
After I was completely glazed and having taken in one form or another ten or twelve loads in the room, I was left, deserted. Still cuffed. I couldn’t see. The cum was everywhere. My erection had gone and I began feeling uncomfortable and exposed, used and vulnerable. It wasn’t long before i heard footsteps and felt someone un-cuffing my legs. Then my wrists. I sat up and a towel wiped my face. i could see, though a little blurry. I’d never had cum in my eyes before. It felt really strange and, as expected, blurred my vision. I wasn’t a fan.
The man who towelled me off was an older, skinny man. He must have been seventy years old, but extremely good looking and fit. He was wearing a white t-shirt and boxers. His silver hair, parted down the middle, hung off the sides of his face.
“Hi Barret. My name is James. Do you know who I am?”
I didn’t. I shook my head.
“I own this place. Have you enjoyed your ‘trial by fire’?” He asked. I told him I had. Though I was a bit disoriented still. It was a lot to take in , literally.
“I think you’ll make a fine addition. But you have one more task. I’m that task.” He removed his shirt. Fit and ripped, the sign of a man who worked out five times a week, though his skin sagged ever so slightly. He puled down his boxers and there hung a semi-erect nine inches. It was gorgeous. I was exhausted and I really didn’t think I could do more. I had no idea what he expected of me.
He led me over to another piece of furniture, this one was lower. It was a rectangular cube with straps on two sides and two at the bottom.
“If you can make me cum, you’re in. I like them at the end when they’re worn down. I fuck for a really long time. So make yourself comfortable, but I’m going to strap you in. I like them constrained. Like my own little fuck toy. Lean chest down here…” He said and cuffed my wrists along either side of the cube. My feet straddled the sides and were cuffed in place. My ass was completely exposed. My cock and balls were down, pressing against the open edge of the cube.
I sucked James’ cock for a very long time. It stayed hard through most of it, but my jaw ached, throbbed. My mouth was sour from all the spit and cum and juice from the night’s exhausting activities. After about 45 minutes, with only a few breaks to breath and be given small sips of water (by James…nice touch) he went around behind me. I could no longer see him. I noticed several guys had formed around the edges of the room in the darkness. We had an audience.
My ass was dry, still caked with remnants of the evening. His hand slid a healthy amount of lube across my hole and cheeks. Then he dove inside me.
Considering I was fucked by a fist, you’d have thought this cock, big as it was, wouldn’t hurt, but it was so long ago my muscles had retracted. He fucked me hard and mercilessly. He fucked me deep, his balls slapping against mine, which were pressing out from the edge of the cube. He fucked me so hard I felt his cock pushing against my inner organs. My cock leaked. I felt like he was emptying out my stomach and after a significant amount of time, I couldn’t even feel it anymore. My asshole was just a big, gushing meat hole, and James was destroying it.
The feeling in my crushed balls was turning from discomfort into tingle. A load built up in my shaft. I was fully engorged. James was shafting me for so long and with such rhythm, hitting my prostate with his rod over and over again. I squirted. It felt like i was pissing. A long, hard shot, so hard in fact, that i heard it make contact with the floor. A couple of guys acknowledged it. They liked what they saw. Another shot was coming. It shot as strong as the first. I was like a cow squirting milk into a can. I felt six or seven shots. My balls throbbed and ached from my second monster cum of the night. I groaned and moaned. I couldn’t take any more, but I also couldn’t leave. I couldn’t move, and James wasn’t done yet.
He fucked me like an 18 year old. Endless energy. My asshole felt like it was dripping out of my body. I realised why he cuffed me into the table - I’d have quit long before, even though the two loads were some of the most intense of my life. I tried to focus on that as he pounded me telling me he was my daddy and I was his little fucktoy. He told me how much I liked it and how much I loved his cock. He told me to repeat it as he dug his fingers into my shoulders. I was certain my asscheeks were red.
James made one final thrust inside me. I knew, from the sound he was making and the sudden stop of action that he was cumming deep inside me. I didn’t even feel him pull out.
“Want you to clean my cock off,” he said, coming around to my face. I did as I was told and lapped up the cum and juice off his slowly deflating dick. Several guys came up to congratulate me and patted me saying that I was a great fuck and would be a great addition to the club.
Later, in the shower, I looked back on the night’s activities. I was used like a hole, but in a safe and clean environment, it felt really fucking good. I surprised myself and even started to get a little hard in the steam, though I knew I couldn’t cum again any time soon. As I was towering off, James, now fully dressed, came up to my locker.
“Happy to have you as a member if you want. That was one of the better fuck’s I’ve had in a while. I don’t really visit the club much anymore. Mostly just for initiation. Of course if you join you can pretty much do the things you want and nothing you don’t want. We have something for everyone. You can tour the facility now if you like or come back next time if you’re too tired. We have gloryholes, mazes, massage rooms, saunas, steams, pools, baths, public showers, private showers, slings, private rooms, viewing rooms, orgy rooms…it’s huge.”
“Yes, James,” I said with a smile. “It sure is.”
The club was an all-male sex club with men from all walks of life but who were healthy, fit and generally attractive. It was exclusive, controlled, safe and secure. The founder was an older rich man here in the city who was a self-made multimillionaire. He began the club in his penthouse and with growing interest and popularity decided over the years to rent out a location in the city’s warehouse district. Over the years it grew and had a very mysterious but fascinating appeal to the gay and bi population both here and overseas. There were men from all over the world who had become members. In order to even be considered, you needed to meet a rigorous standard of qualifications and remain on the list for two years with continued interest and the occasional check-in from the secretary to gauge continued desire to join. She gave me an extensive questionnaire to fill out and I had to choose between top, bottom or versatile. I chose versatile, which included questions like:
- Are you comfortable with unprotected intercourse?
- Are you comfortable with semen in your mouth and anus?
- Are you willing to submit to senior members requests, regardless of what they may be?
- Are you willing to be tied and cuffed?
- As a bottom or versatile member, will you be willing to be fisted and/or stretched in order to be fisted by a senior member if requested to do so?
- Can you receive deep oral penetration from erections up to 20 centimetres?
If you checked “no” in response to any of these questions you would be denied entry. Pure tops paid the highest dues. Bottoms paid the lowest (with an even lower fee for those willing to submit to “dirty” activities, which I declined. Versatile applicants, like me, paid slightly less than tops. Bottoms were not allowed to initiate receiving of oral sex or any anal play unless it was initiated by a senior or top member. In addition to passing a physical (which I did last month) and putting down the deposit, which was significant, I had to pass a d**g test and a psych evaluation. Tomorrow was to finally be my proving day and I was excited and nervous. I didn’t have a clue what to expect, other than knowing that I would be required to endure quite a sexual gauntlet - the “versatile” applicants were given the most demanding of trials. I was advised to be well-rested, well-hydrated and should have achieved orgasm at least three times the day prior to allow for maximum endurance.
I spent the day fasting, except for a banana and high-vitamin smoothie and worked on loosening and cleaning my ass. After several hours of anal easing sprays, plenty of lube, lotion and several latex gloves, I took a hot shower, threw on the recommended casual attired and nervously drove to the location, arriving just before my appointed 9pm starting time.
Trial day was special and members were always eager to show up for the day. Aside from normal operations and those that wanted to enjoy the usual club amenities, those that wished to participate in the trial of a new applicant were encouraged to sign up and indicate what sort of activity they wished to perform on or with the subject.
I was greeted by a professional and attractively dressed man who showed me to the locker room. It was spotlessly clean and sparse but dimly lit and elegantly designed. He handed me a towel and showed me to my locker. “Come to the red initiation door when you’re ready for your first activity. You can bring whatever you want from your locker but no personal outside items will be allowed and no clothing other than this towel. Have fun.”
When he left I was alone in the locker room and looked inside my assigned locker. There was an assortment of lubes, both hard and soft cockrings, an enema and an anal douche bulb, various stainless steel buttplugs and mouthwash. Not knowing exactly what to expect, I slipped on a soft cocking which was tight but not strangling and a small tube of thick and viscous lube which I had used once in Germany. It was one of the best I’d ever used and had searched endlessly for it here in the States. I took a deep breath and walked over to the red door. It was spotlit from above and there was a red light above it. A voice came over the speaker just to my right.
“When the light turns green, please go inside and close the door behind you.”
I stood, for what seemed like an eternity before the light clicked green. Suddenly I began to pulse with adrenaline. Once I opened that door, there would be no going back. My mouth was dry and my heart raced as I turned the handle.
Inside there was a soft black vinyl bench, like one you’d see in a weight room. Two men in leather chest harnesses and chaps were in the room. One guy was quite large - broadly built with lots of hair and a thick greying beard. He was good-looking enough but certainly not my type. He had a leather codpiece on, covering his cock. The other man was young and slim, smooth but toned. His cock was exposed and even though he was completely limp, I could tell that his was going to be a handful when he became hard. I stood motionless, awaiting instruction.
The burly guy said to take off my towel and straddle the bench.
“Don’t talk. If you say one word without being instructed to do so it had better be the safe word - argyle. Any other un-directed speaking will be cause for disqualification. Straddle the bench on your stomach and put your ass up and your cock hanging down off the edge.”
I did as instructed and pinched the skin of my cock inadvertantly on the edge of the vinyl. A let out a small groan of discomfort. It was nothing compared to what I was about to endure.
The thin man approached me from the front and the big guy was behind me. He spread my ass and I felt his face plunge into my cheeks - his beard burning the sensitive skin on my recently-shaved ass. HIs hot wet tongue forced its way into my hole and I could feel his teeth on my the outer rings of my sphincter. It stung and I was dealing with the pain as best I could.
The man in front of me didn’t say a word, he only ran his fingers through my hair as he put his long, slowly growing package in front of my face. I licked his cock from the tip to the base and it continued to grow in front of me. He pinched out a drop of pre-cum and I took it on my tongue. Then he pried my mouth open with his thumb, shoved it as deep as he could go and smeared my saliva on my face before sliding his now-hard cock into my mouth. There was a sweet floral taste, like some kind of lotion. Whatever it was made is cock silky smooth. I concentrated and enjoyed sucking him off, unsure of whether or not my job was to make him cum quickly. Suddenly I didn’t know what I was and wasn’t allowed to do. I wanted to grab his ass and squeeze as I sucked him off but wasn’t sure if it was allowed. At the same time, my ass was burning and tingling. The pleasure from his tongue was fighting the friction from his beard. My hole felt like tenderised meat at that point and then he stopped. The cool air dried the spit on my hole, making it itch. As I was chugging on the cock in my mouth I heard the unmistakable sound of latex gloves snapping on. Oil dripped on my back and ran down between my cheeks. Latex fingers began to probe my asshole with aggression.
I’ve played with toys before and always enjoyed it but I had never been fisted. That was all about to change. I was hugely grateful for my foresight to loosen my butt before coming here but it was nothing to prepare for this feeling. My cock shrivelled up and felt like it was retracting into my body as this brute worked on my hole for twenty minutes. He did not have small hands. There were a few times where I thought about getting up and leaving, but I had come so far and waited so long to be part of a club like this.
Then a strangely exhilarating pain coursed through my whole body and made me shiver as I felt my hole close up around his wrist. His entire hand was inside my ass and I was surprised at how relatively gentle he was once he was inside me. He slid very delicately and shifted between a conical formation of fingers into a wider fist, pressing against the walls of my rectum. I felt my ass flush with warmth and there was an immense pressure on my prostate. My cock was leaking and I felt like I was just on the verge of coming but never got there. It was much better than I thought and I was able to enjoy the pleasure of it while sucking on this gorgeous cock in front of me. The man with the perfect smooth cock slid his shiny head around on my tongue and went deep a few times but never to the point of gagging. There was strange balance of sweet cocksucking in front and pretty heavy anal punishment in back.
Just as I was getting into it, he started pulling out his hand. My muscles had tightened again around his wrist and pulling his hand out was worse than going in. I groaned and as my mouth opened more to let out a contorted grunt, the long cock in my mouth pressed against my tonsils. I gasped for air and choked back my reflex. His hands tightened around my head and I relaxed my throat to let his slightly down-curving cock (thank god) go down my throat. Then the anal play got more intense.
“Give him some poppers” I heard from behind, and my skinny lover placed the pungent chemical bottle to my face, pinched one nostril and told me to inahle. Then he did it to the other side. My head was swimming and my cock and asshole got warm. The fist went back in and I felt the full pressure. As soon as it was in, he pulled it out. I was being fucked by a large hand in and out, in and out — I thought my prostate would explode. Then from behind me, with his arm deeper than I’d felt before (and as I tried not to pass out) I heard him groan like he was coming. He pulled his hand out of my ass and spanked me playfully. His partner withdrew from my mouth without coming and left the room without a word. I was stunned.
The fister slapped my back.
“That wasn’t so bad was it? You’ve got a great ass, man. Made me cum fast.” (That was fast, I thought?) “Go shower up and wait for your next assignment.”
With an aching asshole and weak knees I went into the shower next to the locker room and rinsed off. I felt used but at the same time appreciated. It was a challenge for sure and I was a little afraid of what was next. My cock was throbbing, even though it was limp. As I rinsed my hole with soap and water it felt loose like a woman’s pussy. Even after intense anal play with other partners and alone with my dongs I had never felt it like this. I wondered if it would ever return.
I dried off next to my locker and the attendant came back in with a fresh towel.
“Wrap this on and go to room 3.”
Room 3 was a tiny booth and it glowed like a photographer’s darkroom. The red light pierced my retinas. There was no where to sit. One wall had a large basketball-sized hole in it. The wall opposite had two handles bolted to it. A voice came over the speaker.
“Remove your towel and keep your ass pressed against the opening. Don’t move away from the opening for any extended period of time unless instructed or you will be subject to application rejection. Have fun.”
I pressed my ass against the hole and waited. About two minutes passed before I felt a slick finger, applying a generous amount of lube and then a warm cock sliding inside me. It wasn’t huge and it felt really, really good. After about five minutes of fucking a load was shot inside me. My cock was hard. Throbbing. I wanted to cum already. Then another cock, longer, began to fuck my wet hole. It felt great and made the sexiest wet sucking sound I could ever remember hearing. I pictured my ass as just a swollen wet piece of meat. A hole to be plowed for pleasure. I could feel myself get sloppier when he came inside me. All in all I was fucked, raw, by five cocks, each coming inside me. I couldn’t believe how much cum had dripped out of my ass. Much of it was on the floor and my feet were beginning to slip. A voice came on the speaker.
“That was the last one for this activity. You can proceed to room number eight.”
“I can’t take a shower? Hello?”
There was no response. I reached behind me and felt my slick fucktunnel with my fingers. It was warm and gooey. I couldn’t help myself. I tasted my fingers.
When I left room three and found room eight I was greeted by an older Asian man just inside the doorway. He was very well put together, though not terribly attractive. Probably in his early sixties. He looked clean and pleasant enough.
“How’s it going so far? Doing ok?” He spoke with a low and casual voice, sounding younger than he looked. I wondered what he did for a living, as I had with so many of these guys. Bankers, attorneys, investors, brokers, real estate moguls, engineers…
“Yes it’s…great. Really great.”
“Nice. Nice.” He held on to the vowel sound in “nice”. “Need a break from getting fucked I guess, huh?”
“Well,” I said, thinking if over. “Yeah. I do.”
“Well this is a bukkake gang, so we’re going to be coming on you. Mostly your face. And you will be videotaped. But the videos never leave this building. It’s with club property and on a closed circuit. Though you might see a replay of your bukkake session playing on the screens sometime if you become a member. The bukkake videos are some of the favourites, it gets a lot of guys fired up. You’re gonna start with me. I always get to go first. I’m not rough, but some of the other guys might be. So, well, just go along with it.”
He pointed me to a large padded table with straps. After I lay down he cuffed my wrists and ankles, about two and a half feet apart. I enjoyed being restrained sometimes, but only in safe environments with people i knew and trusted. This was going to be a very new level for me. It began easy enough. He lowered a support beneath my head and my neck dipped, my face, upside down. He opened his robe and exposed his huge mushroom head to me. His dick was a little bigger than average, but the tip was thick and engorged, even before he got hard. It was smooth and shiny. I got hard just looking at it.
“I can see you like.”
He put his cock in my mouth and went deep, his ball hairs tickling my nose and his asshole close enough to sniff. It was clean but had an unmistakable ass odor to it. He slid out of my mouth and put his balls and butt on my face. I made slow circles around his ass and pushed my tongue inside his bitter canal.
“Eat!” he commanded, so I began to suck and nibble his asshole like it was a meal. He groaned and shoved his cock back in my mouth and began to fuck it, the huge tip pressing against my oesophagus. Suddenly I felt hands. On my chest, my abs, my legs, my cock and balls. Hard dicks were slapping my body. The guy pulled away and began to stroke just inches from my face as another cock took his place. A white one, not huge but thick and veiny. He fucked my mouth. A finger went in my ass. A warm mouth wrapped itself around my cock.
Soon enough there were seven or eight cocks around my head. Guys were jacking and stroking everywhere. I squirmed and tried so hard to control myself but my shaft erupted and I shot a load so high and hard that they all reacted verbally to it. Balls hit my face, cocks slapped my cheeks. The first load shot on my neck. Then a guy fucked my head really hard and I struggled to control my gagging. He slapped his super hard meat against my face, my thick drool spraying off with each slap. My face was a mess already with spit and just a couple of loads. I caught sight of a man with a video camera. He was fully dressed, not taking part in the action.
Two guys stroked from opposite sides and their tips met over my open mouth. Two loads, one thick and ropey, the other thin and tangy, flooded my tongue. I wanted to swallow because I love cum so much but I was yelled at to hold it. I did and my mouth pooled with saliva as another load shot across my face. It rendered one eye useless. I was becoming disoriented. Another cock, thick and long…one of the biggest of the night, plowed into my mouth and I felt cum and drool spill out. It ran down my cheeks, into my nose and into my ears as he roughed up my throat. I choked. He came. Another load hit my chest. I was getting hard again.
After I was completely glazed and having taken in one form or another ten or twelve loads in the room, I was left, deserted. Still cuffed. I couldn’t see. The cum was everywhere. My erection had gone and I began feeling uncomfortable and exposed, used and vulnerable. It wasn’t long before i heard footsteps and felt someone un-cuffing my legs. Then my wrists. I sat up and a towel wiped my face. i could see, though a little blurry. I’d never had cum in my eyes before. It felt really strange and, as expected, blurred my vision. I wasn’t a fan.
The man who towelled me off was an older, skinny man. He must have been seventy years old, but extremely good looking and fit. He was wearing a white t-shirt and boxers. His silver hair, parted down the middle, hung off the sides of his face.
“Hi Barret. My name is James. Do you know who I am?”
I didn’t. I shook my head.
“I own this place. Have you enjoyed your ‘trial by fire’?” He asked. I told him I had. Though I was a bit disoriented still. It was a lot to take in , literally.
“I think you’ll make a fine addition. But you have one more task. I’m that task.” He removed his shirt. Fit and ripped, the sign of a man who worked out five times a week, though his skin sagged ever so slightly. He puled down his boxers and there hung a semi-erect nine inches. It was gorgeous. I was exhausted and I really didn’t think I could do more. I had no idea what he expected of me.
He led me over to another piece of furniture, this one was lower. It was a rectangular cube with straps on two sides and two at the bottom.
“If you can make me cum, you’re in. I like them at the end when they’re worn down. I fuck for a really long time. So make yourself comfortable, but I’m going to strap you in. I like them constrained. Like my own little fuck toy. Lean chest down here…” He said and cuffed my wrists along either side of the cube. My feet straddled the sides and were cuffed in place. My ass was completely exposed. My cock and balls were down, pressing against the open edge of the cube.
I sucked James’ cock for a very long time. It stayed hard through most of it, but my jaw ached, throbbed. My mouth was sour from all the spit and cum and juice from the night’s exhausting activities. After about 45 minutes, with only a few breaks to breath and be given small sips of water (by James…nice touch) he went around behind me. I could no longer see him. I noticed several guys had formed around the edges of the room in the darkness. We had an audience.
My ass was dry, still caked with remnants of the evening. His hand slid a healthy amount of lube across my hole and cheeks. Then he dove inside me.
Considering I was fucked by a fist, you’d have thought this cock, big as it was, wouldn’t hurt, but it was so long ago my muscles had retracted. He fucked me hard and mercilessly. He fucked me deep, his balls slapping against mine, which were pressing out from the edge of the cube. He fucked me so hard I felt his cock pushing against my inner organs. My cock leaked. I felt like he was emptying out my stomach and after a significant amount of time, I couldn’t even feel it anymore. My asshole was just a big, gushing meat hole, and James was destroying it.
The feeling in my crushed balls was turning from discomfort into tingle. A load built up in my shaft. I was fully engorged. James was shafting me for so long and with such rhythm, hitting my prostate with his rod over and over again. I squirted. It felt like i was pissing. A long, hard shot, so hard in fact, that i heard it make contact with the floor. A couple of guys acknowledged it. They liked what they saw. Another shot was coming. It shot as strong as the first. I was like a cow squirting milk into a can. I felt six or seven shots. My balls throbbed and ached from my second monster cum of the night. I groaned and moaned. I couldn’t take any more, but I also couldn’t leave. I couldn’t move, and James wasn’t done yet.
He fucked me like an 18 year old. Endless energy. My asshole felt like it was dripping out of my body. I realised why he cuffed me into the table - I’d have quit long before, even though the two loads were some of the most intense of my life. I tried to focus on that as he pounded me telling me he was my daddy and I was his little fucktoy. He told me how much I liked it and how much I loved his cock. He told me to repeat it as he dug his fingers into my shoulders. I was certain my asscheeks were red.
James made one final thrust inside me. I knew, from the sound he was making and the sudden stop of action that he was cumming deep inside me. I didn’t even feel him pull out.
“Want you to clean my cock off,” he said, coming around to my face. I did as I was told and lapped up the cum and juice off his slowly deflating dick. Several guys came up to congratulate me and patted me saying that I was a great fuck and would be a great addition to the club.
Later, in the shower, I looked back on the night’s activities. I was used like a hole, but in a safe and clean environment, it felt really fucking good. I surprised myself and even started to get a little hard in the steam, though I knew I couldn’t cum again any time soon. As I was towering off, James, now fully dressed, came up to my locker.
“Happy to have you as a member if you want. That was one of the better fuck’s I’ve had in a while. I don’t really visit the club much anymore. Mostly just for initiation. Of course if you join you can pretty much do the things you want and nothing you don’t want. We have something for everyone. You can tour the facility now if you like or come back next time if you’re too tired. We have gloryholes, mazes, massage rooms, saunas, steams, pools, baths, public showers, private showers, slings, private rooms, viewing rooms, orgy rooms…it’s huge.”
“Yes, James,” I said with a smile. “It sure is.”
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