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Gentlemen's Club Ch. 01

By: Ywashere



Jason Jones was interviewing for the position of waiter. He was 24 years old, 5' 8'', with a slim build. He had light brown hair and brown eyes that usually shone with bright good humor. But just now they were burning with lust as he began his closing interview; seated in the manager's office, his clothes all piled neatly on a nearby chair he sat before the manager's wide, polished oak desk and slowly stroked his already straining erection.

Opposite him, behind the desk was the Club's manager, Mr. Colbert. Mr. Colbert's right hand was clearly visible, leafing through the pile of pertinent documents on the table: Jason's C.V., recommendations from Jason's previous employers, the results of his blood tests and so on. Mr. Colbert's left hand was hidden from view under his desk, but his arm could be seen, moving steadily in a slow back-and-forth motion. Had been since Jason walked into the room ten minutes ago.

The office itself was a combination of minimalism and opulence -- the floor was bare wood, but looked like the quality kind, not the stuff you could buy at Home Depo; the only pieces of furniture were Mr. Colbert's desk -- once again, quality wood; his executive's chair -- high backed and comfortable looking; two chairs in front of the desk -- less comfortable, but still fancy with their inset cushions; a closed cabinet, which Jason assumed was a liqueur cabinet behind the desk and to the left, and a black leather sofa in front of the desk, also to the left.

For the interview a row of plush chairs had been arranged along the right wall, in which the various department heads sat. Jason had only met two of them -- Owen Cavanough, the head of the waiting and hosting staff, and Dr. Mark Jeffreys, who had administered Jason's physical. Between Dr. Jeffreys legs knelt his assistant, Rory Daniels, who had drawn Jason's blood for the blood test -- and from the movements of his head it appeared that drawing out bodily fluids from men may well be a vocation for the young medical assistant.

When he'd been led into the room by Mr. Colbert's secretary introductions had been made, so he knew the other men were Alex Filbert, the stage manager, for both the cabaret show and the more private performances in the upstairs rooms; Roy Masters, head of props and supplies; Chris Monroe, the Club's chief of security; and chef Henri DuMont, who had made a name for himself in the culinary world as a gormet genius long before "disappearing" from the scene to become the Club's master-chef.

After entering the room and being introduced to the men seated there, Jason had been told that he had one final test remaining before he could be welcomed to the staff. "Please remove your clothing and take a seat," said Mr. Colbert, looking Jason in the eye before allowing his eyes to wander over the young man's body, clearly visible through his hip-hugging slacks and tight polo shirt. After complying with the order Jason sat in the chair, all too aware that he was the only naked man in a room full of hard-ons -- hard-ons which were quite likely to find their way into his only-too-willing body.

"I can see that you've passed all our standard qualifications as far as physical health and service record, but now we need to see if you have what it takes to work at our establishment. Please take hold of your penis and begin masturbating."

It took Jason a moment to understand the order, as it had been delivered in a quiet, calm tone of voice rather than the excited, urgent tone with which he usually associated such a request. His cock, while not fully hard, had long since started to swell, and so it was no great hardship to stroke it the rest of the way to hard. 

"Very good. Now, Mr. Jones, I am going to ask you some simple questions, and I would like you to answer them in as calm and even a tone of voice as you can. And, of course, you have to actually be able to give coherent replies, no matter how aroused you find yourself," Mr. Colbert stated, his emerald green eyes seeming to grow darker as he stared at Jason's engorged 7 inches, as Jason's hand moved slowly up and down the throbbing length.

For the next half hour Jason was required to keep stroking himself as he answered such questions as why he was seeking employment at the club, how had he gotten his start at the service industry; even such seemingly irrelevant questions as where did he get his laundry done, and so on. The point of this test, as he was reminded later, was to see if he was capable of maintaining both sexual arousal and a minimal conversation without either losing his erection or losing track of what had been said to him.

Although hardly easy -- Jason wanted nothing more than to shove a few fingers up his twitching back passage and stroke himself the rest of the way to orgasm -- he managed to hold his own, in both categories. Even though the sights around him didn't help his concentration. Before him was the impressive Mr. Colbert's massive physique, with his short-trimmed beard showing off the strong jaw and his wavy dark red hair giving him a leonine air, as well as the slowly stroking hand under the desk; to his right an entire panel of sexy men, all of whom had opened their flies and were openly manipulating their own or each other's erections -- except for the good doctor, who had his buried in his assistant's sloppy, slurpy mouth. God! He could hear the wet sucking sounds all too clearly, could see the pleasure on the Doc's face as his assistant's head moved up and down.

At long last the questions came to an end. "All right, everything appears to be in order," Mr. Colbert said, taking a last look at the papers on his desk, his hand still doing that tantalizing back and forth movement. "In any other interview this would be the time for you to ask any questions you may have back at us -- but I suspect you would like to move right on to the welcoming committee, would you not?" 

Jason's answering nod was energetic and whole-hearted, "Yes, please, sir!" He knew what was entailed, and couldn't wait to get his greedy hands on all the man-flesh that was staring him in the face.

"Well, seeing as you'll be working directly under him, I think Owen should be the first to welcome you to the team," Mr. Colbert said, nodding towards Cavanough while gesturing Jason towards the couch with his free hand.

Jason all but threw himself on the couch, lying on his back and still holding his cock in a white-knuckled grip, pulling his legs up into the air to make his butt-hole more easily accessible. Cavanough had a smooth-shaven face and his short salt-and-pepper hair was combed neatly to one side. He was dressed in the official host/waiter uniform of evening-wear and chaps, his leaking erection quivering with anticipation as he stood up and crossed the room.

But Cavanough didn't join him on the couch at once, moving instead towards the cabinet next to it and opening it. Craning his head, Jason was able to see that the solid wood doors concealed not a supply of liqueurs and drinking implements, but a variety of lubes and dildoes. He later supposed that the drawers beneath must contain other types of sex toys -- but just then his only thought was somewhere along the lines of "Horny, horny, gimme, gimme!" his pucker diluting at the sight of that throbbing dick and all those lovely penetrative items.

Cavanough selected a bottle of lube and a dildo nearly as large as his own thick 8 and a half inches and began applying the lube to the toy as he finally approached the couch and the sex-starved Jason. Climbing onto the couch, Cavanough lay the dildo on Jason's chest and straddled Jason's face, bringing that mouth-watering cock within easy licking distance -- which Jason immediately took advantage of -- he bent over the naked body beneath him and began feeding the lube into the twitching hole he found between the spread legs. Easily pushing in two fingers to start with, he began a slow back and forth motion, pushing his first and middle fingers as deep as they would go into the hot cavity. Pulling out for a moment, he added a third and then a forth finger to his digital penetration, while half a couch away Jason used both hands to grip Cavanough's waist and show sloppy appreciation for what was being done to him with his mouth and throat.

A minute or two later the fingers were withdrawn, quickly replaced with the dildo as Cavanough pushed its bulbous head into Jason's stretched sphincter. Jason moaned around the cock in his throat in appreciation as the new intruder stroked in and out of him, massaging his prostate as it moved within him. His head began to mimic the back and forth motion of the sex toy in his rectum, pausing when the head was in his mouth to give it a hard tongue lashing before swallowing the whole length back down his hungry throat as the dildo stroked up and down his eager love-tunnel.

After several minutes of this slow, steady movements Cavanough pulled the dildo away, realigning his body so that his own cock was poised at the entrance to Jason's boycunt, teasing him with the pre-cum leaking tip stroking back and forth at his anus while, up above, he ran the greasy tip of the dildo around Jason's wet lips. Jason reached down to pull his legs to his chest, opening his mouth as wide as he could, knowing that soon both holes would once again be filled. He did not have to wait long before Cavanough pressed the dildo into his sloppy mouth, at the same time thrusting hard into Jason's pussy, pushing all the way to his balls in one hard thrust. Arching his back with the pleasure of feeling Jason's hot passage all along his eager fucktool, Chavanough groaned and began the hard ride to orgasm, letting go of the dildo so he could grab hold of Jason's shoulders as he bucked back and forth.

Jason's eyes crossed as they closed, his whole body tingling with pleasure at the hard banging his ass was receiving, the fullness of the dildo in his hard-sucking mouth adding to his sexual frenzy.

With a final cry of joy, Cavanough released his cum deep inside Jason's body. He lay on top of his newest employee for several seconds, panting hard as he came down from his climax. Finally he pulled himself up, and out, of Jason's body, causing a small rivulet of sperm to leak out of Jason's stretched ass-ring as he rose and moved back to his chair on the other side of the room.

As Cavanough walked away, Dr. Jeffreys and his assistant, Rory, made their way towards Jason's reclining body, both their erections poking through their lab coats (the only clothing either was wearing at this point) leaking with anticipation at the sight of his hot body -- Jeffreys' a slender 8 and a half inches with a wide mushroom head, Rory's slightly shorter, but surprisingly thick. Both sets of blue eyes shone with anticipation, Rory's wavy blond hair looking somewhat mussed from being used as a handle earlier contrasting with Jeffreys' cropped brown hair.

"Get up, baby, you're going to fuck some ass," said the Doc, reaching for the lube sitting on the floor by the couch and, squirting some on his fingers, surprised Jason by stroking those fingers into his own ass, while Rory took the lube and applied it to his thick, throbbing studpole. 

Kneeling on the couch in front of Jason, Jeffreys reached back and pulled his butt-cheeks apart, showing Jason his dilating hole as he brought his head to rest on the arm of the couch. "Get in there and show me what you got, boy," he said, turning his lust hazy gaze to the other men in the room while his body quivered with anticipation. He knew Jason wouldn't last long -- not with all the stimulation he had been subjected to, as well as the pleasure Jeffreys knew all too well of Rory's rammer, which was about to be shoved into Jason's open backdoor -- but he was counting on the resilience of youth to help Jason maintain his erection even after shooting a load, maybe even manage a second shot up the Doc's ever-ready fuckhole.

Jason's second fuck of the evening was all he could hope for; being pleasured by a tight, hungry hole in front while his prostate enjoyed a hard pounding from the thick invader shunting up and down his love-tunnel. As expected, it was less than a minute before he came, ejaculating hard into the eagerly milking ass before him -- but he had been brought to such a high pitch of excitement and need that the orgasm barely registered with him as he continued to shove forward and push back against the double stimulation. Sadly, all good things must cum to an end, and Rory began cumming into Jason's body, slamming in hard for the last few thrusts as he emptied his balls into his new co-worker. Jason continued his own fucking for several minutes, while Rory bent over and immediately began lapping up his own cum, as well as the last traces of Cavanough's cum, as it leaked out of Jason's thrashing backside. A few minutes more and the Doc hit his climax, his asshole spasming around Jason's cock as he shot his load. The rhythmic tightening brought on Jason's second orgasm, as he shoved as far up the doctor's fuck-passage as he could go and began to unload. 

Jason and the Doc both collapsed onto the couch in a boneless heap, happily drained, with Rory's face still buried between Jason's butt-cheeks, licking and sucking away.

A few moments later a polite cough brought them back down to earth, and turning his head, Jason looked up at the tall visage of Alex Filbert, a leather cock-ring, the only covering on his otherwise naked body, causing his penis to turn an angry purple color and looking not-unlike a hungry dog straining at its leash as it sighted a juicy morsel. 

Looking the copious amounts of pre-cum leaking from its dilated slit and feeling wet from Rory's spit and two men's cum, Jason knew that fucker would slide right in quite easily as he shot a sultry smile at the theatrical manager. 

Wordlessly giving Jason a hard look form his dark brown eyes, Filbert's dark five-o'clock-shadow lent him a still more dangerous air as he pulled Jason out of the Doc's still kneeling body and pulled him to a standing position facing the middle of the room. 

Bending Jason over so he was forced to grab his knees to keep from falling over, Filbert shoved his fuckstick into Jason's well-opened boypussy and began fucking him standing up, his hands on Jason's hips all that kept the young man from falling over from the brutality of the assault on his backside. Barely able to keep his eyes open as he tossed his head back and forth from the force of the pounding he was receiving. Moaning with painful pleasure in time with Filbert's increasingly rapid grunts, Jason was dimly aware that their pose gave Mr. Colbert an ideal view of the point of entry between the two of them. Forcing his eyes to focus, despite their tendency to close from the repeated impact, he looked over to his new boss. Mr. Colbert appeared outwardly calm, until one noticed the heightened color in his cheeks, the added brightness in his eyes as he devoured the sight of the two fucking men in front of him. And still that hand, back and forth, still following that same slow rhythm. 'Yeah, save that cumload for me!' Jason thought, his stuffed hole twitching around its current invader with anticipation -- he'd heard rumors about Colbert's meat.

Filbert suddenly bent forward, reaching for Jason's cock with one hand, the other sliding down his hip to his thigh as he began to masturbate Jason's erection fast and hard while speeding up his thrusts up Jason's rear. 

Feeling ready to blow, Jason closed his eyes in anticipation, only to open them wide in surprise as he felt a hot pair of lips close over his pre-cum drooling cockhead. Before him was the head of long, curly black hair belonging to DuMont, as the chef began licking and sucking out Jason's load, moaning with pleasure and lust at the taste of hot, throbbing meat in his always-hungry mouth. Jason's orgasm only took seconds to arrive, pushed as he was from behind and drawn forward by the front by the hard jerking hand and skillful mouth working him.

The feeling of hot pleasure as he came was compounded by the hot feeling of cum shooting once again up his ass as Filbert finished in him. But even after Jason had emptied his balls into the eager chef's maw, DuMont would not release his cock. He dimly felt Filbert dismount and pull away, a trickle of semen running down the back of his leg from his gaping opening. Feeling suction on his now-sensitive knob, Jason took a small step backwards away from DoMont, towards the couch -- only to have his hips grabbed and pulled. Falling backwards, Jason found himself suddenly impaled on Roy Masters' thick 7 and a half inches. The props manager was a medium sized, balding man, and when he was fully dressed one would have no idea that such impressive equipment was hidden in his pants, but just now there was no way to doubt it as the beer-can-wide erection tunneled its way into every nook and cranny of Jason's rectum, stretching him wider than any other cock he'd ever taken before.

And once again Jason's dick was swallowed up by DuMont, obviously looking for a second helping of his favorite dish. This time the chef grabbed him around the waist with both of his large hands and began manipulating Jason's body up and down the cock impaling him, apparently a side-effect of shoving all of Jason's cock completely in and out of DuMont's own mouth and throat. It took Jason some time to cum, as the pace was beginning to tell on him and, were it not for the sheer determination shown by the cum hungry cocksucker milking him, as well as the thorough seeing-to his butt-passage was receiving, he doubted he would have managed an erection again so soon. 

It was strange that it was the suckling DuMont who was the most active participant in their threesome, Masters seeming to be content to just sit back and enjoy the sights and feeling of Jason sitting in his lap, while Jason himself was just beginning to get his second wind, leaning back against Masters' torso as his lower body was pushed up before he fell back down to Masters' pubes as gravity took hold of him over and over again.

Looking across the room through pleasure-slitted eyes, Jason looked at the men he'd already serviced as they looked back at him. Only one man seated across from him had not had sex with Jason yet -- Chris Monroe, the head of security. Jason studied the man; the only black man in the room, clean shaven with short, kinky hair, Monroe looked to be in his early 40s. He wore casual clothing -- the security team at the Club didn't have a uniform, preferring to be inconspicuous whenever they were around the clients and staff -- his fly was undone and a mouth-watering 9 inch ebony rod was waving to Jason from the light grip Monroe had at its base. Jason licked his lips at the sight of it before making eye contact with the security chief, giving him a 'come hither' look.

Taking Jason up on his invitation, Monroe got up and crossed the room. He was clearly taller than anyone else in the room, and quite easily stood with his legs braced on either side of the moaning, cocksucking DuMont's kneeling body, leaning forward to present his cock to Jason's face and bracing himself against the wall behind the couch.

Jason got a good look at the pre-cum flowing freely down the shaft, before leaning that extra quarter inch to start licking up and down the twitching hard-on, feeling the pulse beating strongly in the veins which were standing out prominently along the sides, as he lapped up sweat and pre-cum with his tongue.

At Monroe's arrival DoMont had stopped moving Jason, instead pumping his own head up and down, while reaching between Jason's spread thighs to play with Masters' tightly drawn up balls. The added stimulation was all that was needed to add yet another cum-load into Jason's already creamed pussy, the tightness of the fit of his ass-ring around Masters' circumference acting as a stopper, keeping the copious flow in his bowels rather than allowing it to escape and join the existing mess of cum, spit and lube coating the backs of his thighs.


Gentlemen's Club Ch. 01



The hot feel of an ejaculation in his ass made Jason all the more eager to get his first mouth-fuck cum-load, as he pulled his head back slightly to get the perfect angle of attack before gulping down Monroe's pulsing manpole, quickly deep-throating the huge erection as his head bobbed back and forth, taking more and more of the juicy tubesteak with each push until his nose was tickled by Monroe's pubes and his chin made contact with the pair of orange-sized balls. Feeling Monroe's cockhead buried deep inside his throat, Jason allowed himself a moment to rest, breathing slowly and as deeply as he could through his nose.

The feeling of insistent lips at Jason's groin was a pleasant complement to the hard fullness in his mouth. The fullness of his ass was a great inspiration as well, Masters seeming to stay hard and full despite having cum -- maybe he was wearing a cockring, too?

Jason's musings were cut short as Monroe took charge of their fellatio, grabbing Jason's head by the hair over his ears on either side and slowly pulling Jason off his cock until only the head remained behind Jason's tightly closed lips, and then equally slowly pulling Jason's head back towards his crotch.

Jason quickly came to yet another boiling point, his moans of release thoroughly muffled by the large obstruction in his mouth as he gave DuMont yet another helping of boycum.

And still Masters didn't wilt -- but neither did he thrust, just sitting like one of the special chairs in the cabaret -- a human dildo filling Jason's back passage. DuMont began lapping at Jason's groin, licking up any spillage from the orgasm he's milked from the young man before sliding his tongue down between Jason's thighs, lapping up the cum spilled earlier from the previous men who'd cum inside Jason, and finally settling in to lick and nibble at Masters' swollen testicles, while above him Jason did his utmost to milk a load from Monroe's invading member. For a time the only sounds that could be heard were the wet smacking of lips and tongue on manflesh, panting, moaning and muffled curses.

Just as Jason felt that his jaw was about to give out, Monroe began to thrust his hips back at Jason's face, his cursing becoming louder but less coherent as he pounded towards climax, pulling back at the last moment so only the head remained in Jason's mouth as he poured out a big load, allowing Jason to taste it as the thick creeam gushed out the spouting dick in his mouth. Jason sucked as hard as he could, swallowing all the cum he could manage, feeling some squirt out the corners of his mouth and slowly drip down his face as spurt after spurt shot into him.

Finally Monroe was done, and after basking in the afterglow of a good, hard cum, he pulled his deflating meat from Jason's face and walked back to his seat. DuMont also pulled himself up and walked back across the room, leaving the panting Jason sitting on Masters' lap, that big hard-on still impaling him and seeming to be the only thing holding him upright.

"Alright, Roy, I think it's time to give the young man a rest," said Mr. Colbert, a faint smile on his sensuous lips. 

With a sigh Masters put his hands under Jason's ass and pushed him up, sliding sideways on the leather cushion of the couch as soon as the invading erection cleared Jason's anus. Only then did Jason finally get a look at it, and realized why the thing never went down -- it really was a dido! 

Grinning unashamedly at Jason, Masters pulled the thing off his dick, handing it over for Jason to inspect.

It was some type of latex sheath that went over a cock, making it seem wider than it really was, while passing all the sensations of the fuck onto the fucker's real cockflesh. Looking closer, Jason saw that it was more a kind of sock than a sheath, as the realistically shaped cockhead had an opening which allowed cum from the real cock to shoot out, rather than catching and holding the cum the way a sheath would. 

Taking back the strange toy, Masters picked himself off the couch and went back to his seat.

Jason then looked at Mr. Colbert, the only man in the room not to have had the pleasure of Jason's body. But Colbert seemed in no hurry to do so, instead gesturing Jason to resume his seat on the chair in front of the manager's desk. 

Jason had to try standing up twice before his legs steadied enough to hold him, and then tottered over to the chair, which had at some point been covered with a fluffy towel to protect the upholstery. Gingerly sitting down -- it would be days, he knew, before he could just plop himself down on a chair -- Jason faced his new employer and waited.

"Well then, Mr. Jones, now that we've got things on a more friendly footing -- are there any questions you would like to ask about your employment here?" Mr. Colbert smiled slightly, his tone smooth and pleasant. And still that moving arm, back and forth. 

"Can't think of a thing, sir," Jason said, his eyes moving from Mr. Colbert's face to that hypnotic back and forth motion, renewed arousal making him bold, "Nothing except -- aren't you going to welcome me to the team?"

In response Mr. Colbert pushed his chair back. Slowly getting to his feet Jason got his first look at Colbert's engorged manhood. 'Oh my God! Thank goodness Masters used that stretcher on me - must remember to thank him later.' 

Wordlessly, Jason stood up and bent over the desk, holding his ass open with both trembling hands, 'Now, I wonder where will my insides will go when he shoves all of that into me?'

Now he understood why there was a week-long gap between hiring day and a worker's first shift.



Gentlemen's Club Ch. 02



Thanks for all the great feedback, and I hope this story was worth the wait.

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Jeremy Grayson was a pillar of the community. Having become the CEO of a major multi-million dollar company at the age of 42, with the help of his old-money, ex-socialite wife's connections as well as his own, he was the focus of attentions in business and, occasionally, political circles; although, as yet, he showed no sign of entering the political arena. He was still married to his first wife, despite her being the same age as himself -- showing him to be honorable, and beyond such things as trophy wives. His only son was valedictorian for his high-school graduation and had already been accepted into several ivy-league collages, although the boy claimed he wanted to try "Living in the real world" by getting a job before deciding on a school.

Grayson was also a longtime member at the Club. One of its first members, in fact, he was on record as having brought in the most new members -- all of whom were members of high society like himself and were eager patrons of the Club's many amenities.

Every Thursday Grayson treated himself to a night at his club, coming in directly from work and staying till the early morning hours. His passion was for boy-flesh, young enough to be barely legal (or, at least, seeming to be so) with eager cunts just waiting to be filled, and filled and filled. One of the reasons Grayson only indulged once a week was so his stamina would be at full strength, as both he and his wife gladly gave up the physical side of their relationship after their son, Kevin, had been conceived. Another reason for the rarity of his visits was to give his each one the feeling of a special occasion, a treat at the end of the week.

Grayson arrived at the Club's anonymous doorway at 19:30, knocking on the door he raised his membership card with his other hand towards the camera by the door so the greeter/host inside could see it. As he heard the soft click of the locking mechanism opening, he pushed the door open and hurried inside.

Pushing on the door from the inside to make sure it was firmly closed, he nodded at the man behind the counter and began undressing; taking off his long coat, business suit, tie, shirt, shoes and socks. He never wore underwear on Thursdays, preferring the tantalizing friction of cloth on his cock getting him primed throughout the day. He handed over his clothes to the host, unashamedly standing naked before the other man and already showing signs of arousal. Soon the host returned from the nearby room, having stored Grayson's clothing in his locker, and carrying Grayson's mask. Venician in inspiration, the mask covered the top half of Grayson's face and was patterned in green and black on a white background. Having been made from a latex mold of his face, the thing fit perfectly, the elastic strap going behind his head holding it in place even during his most vigorous movements.

Having donned his mask, Grayson then allowed the host to lead him into the main room, asking to only see the "talent menu" as he sat his naked backside on the cushioned seat. 

One of the reasons Grayson was unselfconscious about his nude body was his pride in it -- he worked out with a personal trainer three times a week, and his body was toned and tight. One muscle in particular was getting tighter and buffer by the minute as he sat looking at the floor show where the house magician had just caused a 2 foot dildo to completely disappear up his assistant.

In a moment, Grayson was greeted with the sight of a large man in a business suit approaching. Grayson knew Mr. Colbert very well, and often received personal attention from the manager as a sign of his favored-member status. It was usually a sign that something special was available, and he smiled in anticipation.

"Good evening, sir. I trust we find you well this evening," Colbert said, standing to one side and nodding his head deferentially.

"Quite well, thank you, Colbert. Would you care to sit down," Grayson responded, gesturing towards the seat which had been brought to the table while the manager had approached.

With a second nod of thanks, Colbert lowered his bulk, graceful despite his size, into the seat. "We have a fresh new talent upstairs, sir," he said. "His very first shift started two minutes ago." Colbert knew that Grayson was always looking for fresh ass to fuck and knew latest addition to the working staff would not disappoint the man. "I took the liberty of having him prepared and waiting in his room -- number 11, sir," he added, handing over a room key, which Grayson took with affected casualness. Standing up, Colbert then gestured towards the side of the room where the elevators were located and began walking towards them as Grayson rose and followed.

The two men rode the elevator in silence, as no words were needed to heighten the customer's excitement, and proceeded down the hallway to the door of the room. "If there is anything else you require, don't hesitate to use the intercom, sir," Colbert said as he gestured to the door and then departed.

Opening the door with his key, Grayson walked into a well lit bedroom. Its furnishings consisted of a plush chair; a cabinet, which he knew contained a variety of sex toys; mirrors all along one wall; a small bedside table and a large four-poster canopied bed. The bed was covered in dark red sheets and covers, contrasting nicely with the pale, lean blond lying face down in the middle of it, his hips wriggling seductively at the sound of Grayson's entry. The sight of those pale, high mounds made Grayson's throat tighten and his mouth go dry as he approached and ran an appreciative hand over a lean, muscular leg and up to that perfect ass. Dipping his fingers into the cleft, he pushed the tip of his middle finger into the pulsing hole, feeling the lubricant which had been liberally applied to it.

The sphincter stretched for two fingers easily, and when they were buried to the second knuckle the hole suddenly clamped down on them, hard. "Oh yeah, your little cunt's hungry for Daddy, isn't it?" he asked, his voice coming out deep and rough with his arousal.

A muffled response came from the face buried in the plush red pillows, a more definite answer coming in the form of those lean hips pushing back against his hand, trying to get still more of his invading fingers.

"Well, Daddy's too hot to play just now -- so you're going to get what you want, boy, right now!" Grayson said as he climbed behind the boy, positioning himself between the spread legs and pulling up the hips so that delectable ass was directly before his pulsing, purple, cut 8 inch rod as he knelt behind the waiting whore.

It was all he could do not to shove himself up the waiting passage in one hard lunge, instead forcing himself to slowly pump his painfully hard dick into the boy, moving in small thrusts back and forth until, several agonizing seconds later, he was buried to the hilt in the little fucker's boycunt. 

Panting, he held himself still, luxuriating in the feeling of the tight passage gripping his hard length and the moans floating out from that still-buried face. It was not uncommon for first-time whores to feel shy, hiding their faces from their clients as they were fucked. Grayson took it as a challenge, planning to see if he could excite the boy to the point where shyness was forgotten, and nothing but the fuck mattered.

And so he began slowly thrusting, first in a straightforward back and forth motion, then a slight corkscrew motion as he pushed and pulled, massaging the boy's rectum with his straining cock. Slowly he let his momentum build, thrusting his hips harder and faster, driving his eager manhood more and more aggressively as the body before him began to actively push back, the blond head tossing back and forth as the pleasure began to take over. "Yes! Oh, yes! Do it to me, Daddy! Do me!" came an impassioned cry, for the first time the boy's voice sounding clearly to Grayson's ears. 

He knew that voice! Had heard it calling him Dad that very morning.

'Kevin!' 

Just barely keeping himself from saying the name aloud, Grayson looked away from the straining back, sideways at the mirrored wall, seeing the boy's face as he shook his head back and forth. It was definite -- the hot body he was thrusting into, couldn't stop himself from thrusting into harder and harder, was his son.

The shock of what he was doing, the realization of what this act meant about his own little boy and the perversity of the act between them, sent a jolt up and down his spine, centering finally on his cock and hips, which began to truly pound the ass beneath him. "Yeah, take it, you little cunt! Take Daddy up your hungry pussy!" he yelled, one hand gripping a slender hip tightly, while he reached with his other hand beneath the boy's body to grip his hard boycock and stroke it in time with his rapidly increasing hard pounding, quickly bringing them both to orgasm. Grayson's mind actually seemed to implode as he felt himself unloading into his own son's ass.

For a moment, aside from their labored breaths, neither of them moved.

Looking down at the boy, Grayson saw his face was turned away from the mirror, mouth open and panting, eyes closed tight in reaction to his climax. Still buried in the boy's cum filled, spasming ass, Grayson pulled off his mask to wipe at his sopping wet brow with his other hand. 

A small gasp made him open his eyes, realizing after he'd turned his head towards the mirror his son had done so too, and that Kevin now had as clear a view of his face as he'd had of Kevin's just moments ago.

For several seconds neither of them moved, looking into each other's eyes in the mirror, Grayson's slowly reviving shaft beginning to pulse in Kevin's gripping rectum.

Then, leaning over the still recumbent form, Grayson placed his mask on the bedside table -- hardly any reason for it, now that his anonymity was ruined. Looking his son in the eye as he lay directly on top of the boy, he deliberately gave a small push with his hips. He felt a small push back from beneath him.

Straightening to a kneeling position, Grayson once again found Kevin's eyes in the mirror. Staring at each other quietly for a long minute, they both pulled away from each other, Kevin leaning on his elbows and bringing his knees forward under his stomach. And then they both lunged.

Grayson had heard the expression "going at it hammer and tongs", even if his son probably never had -- but after this encounter, he'd easily be able to explain it to him. Grayson's hips were shoving as hard as they could forward as Kevin bucked backwards, both men moving in a synchronized, frenzied rhythm as they fucked each other.

"My son! My son! My son!" Grayson began yelling in time with his thrusts, in on "my", out on "son"; while beneath him he could clearly hear Kevin chanting, "Da-ddy! Da-ddy! Da-ddy!" as the boy tried to get his father even deeper into his hot bowels with every counter-stroke as he pushed his eager young body back and forth.

As the fucking sped up even more -- this was definitely going to be a quick, hard cum for both of them -- Grayson yelled out through his grunts, "I'm-uh -- Fu-uh -- cking-uh -- my-uh -- own-uh -- son-uh -- up-uh -- his-uh -- tight-uh -- ass-uh -- with-uh -- my-uh -- Dad-uh -- ddy-uh -- dick-UH!" Kevin seemed to get as much out of the words as his father did, as he began a moaning chant of, "Dad dick! Dad dick!" the cries coming out faster and faster till it was just a vague "Dddkkkkkk" sound, as the pounding reached a peak, both crying out with lustful pleasure as they came. And the whole time neither took their eyes off the other's face.

Panting hard, Grayson sagged slightly forward, stroking the hips in front of him while his cock, still lodged deep inside Kevin, continued to twitch in reaction to the blazing orgasm it had just experienced. Cum, having squirting out Kevin's backside while he'd thrust furiously through his previous ejaculation, was oozing down the boy's thighs. Bracing himself on Kevin's hips, Grayson began to slowly pull out, a groan of protest forcing its way out of the body beneath him at the feeling of being emptied, two fucks worth of cum flowing out as his cock left the tight sheath it had been plugging to coat his groin as well as Kevin's ass and thighs.

Sinking back on his haunches, Grayson took a moment to appreciate the sight of Kevin's sloppy, open and leaking cunt before reaching forward to turn the boy onto his side, coming to rest beside him and, ignoring the puddle of boycum they were both lying in, pulling their naked, sweaty bodies close together as he delivered a deep probing, kiss into that hot young mouth.

"So, how long have you been a little fuck-slut?" he asked, pulling away slightly to look Kevin in the eye again as his hand began slowly to stroke the boy's lean hip.

"Uh, about a year and a half now. Three years, if you count blow-jobs," Kevin answered, rubbing his groin against his father's in re-awakening excitement; both at the memory of previous sexual experiences, and the very notion of telling his own father about it all. "At school I had a friend who dared me, in the boy's room after school was over -- I forget what the prize was supposed to be if I did it. Of course I did it, and kept doing it to the point where other boys would walk in on us and I'd wind up going down on them, too. And then, about a year and a half ago, I was at Manny Rosen's house one day. After we'd finished sucking on each other all afternoon -- he's as big a cockslut as I am, at least as far as sucking goes -- his Dad met me on my way out and brought me into his study. He told me he'd seen me go down on his son, and if I didn't want him calling you and telling you what a nasty little pervert I am I'd better do something to make it worth his while to keep his mouth shut."

Grayson frowned slightly at that, even as it caused his cock to harden. Al Rosen was a long-time business rival, as well as a fellow Club member. The thought of his rival taking the cherry that was rightfully his, was both angering and one of the horniest things he'd ever heard in his whole life.

"We just left it at a blow-job that first time, though it was the first time anyone made me deep-throat them. But the next time I came over he took me to one of the guest rooms, and screwed me on the bed there. We fucked around on a pretty regular basis after that, but now that Manny's going to school in another State he figured that people would start to notice something if I kept coming over to their house. So he told me about this place, how he could get me a job and I'd get to have all the dick I wanted -- I was always bugging him for just one more ride, every time we got together. Of course, I've been screwing around with any well-hung guy from my school I could get alone for long enough to seduce -- I need regular servicing, not just a couple of fucks once a week, but Mr. Rosen doesn't know about that."

During this recital Kevin had wrapped one leg around his father's hip and began rubbing his hard 7 inch cock against his father's swelling member. "Does Mr. Rosen know you come here, too?" he asked, eyes innocently wide, his heart racing as his imagination came up with the image of having both older men in the same room with him, naked and sharing his young body.

"Yes, he does. It would be his style, too, to hope I'd see him with his dick up my boy's ass -- maybe he thought the two of us would meet up and I'd be shocked and horrified at the sight of you as a 'working-boy'," he mused, thinking how much such a thing would turn him on, were his and Rosen's places reversed. Then a thought occurred, "What name did you give the manager when you signed on?"

Smiling in recollection of the man in question and the huge welcoming gift he'd shoved up Kevin' cunt the week before, Kevin replied, "I called myself Kevin Grey. I understand that when a member like Mr. Rosen gets them to put a guy on the staff they don't pry too much about things like real names, so long as the member signs some papers saying that the new guy is over 18. And I was, the very day I applied for the job."

Grayson thought back to that night, only a week ago, when his son had claimed to be going out with friends -- so his father hadn't needed to bother canceling his usual Thursday-night fun to go out on a family celebration. "You know, I should have guessed something was up, the way you couldn't seem to sit down that Friday when your Mother and I took you out to dinner."

Continuing to smile at the memory, Kevin rolled onto his back, pulling his legs up to his chest in a well-practiced movement. "Want me to tell you what I'd been up to the night before, to get me in that condition?" he asked, holding his legs in place with one hand under his knees while the other hand began a teasing stroke between his wet ass-cheeks, running his fingers in the smears of drying cum as he moved the hand closer and closer to his twitching hole, circling it with his fingertips -- teasing himself as well as his father.

"I'd rather see what I can do to get you that way myself," Grayson replied, rolling over and pushing up to kneel in front of his son's presented hole. He let his hands run up and down the smooth, elevated legs before grabbing them by the calves and pulling them as far apart as he could, all the while rubbing his glans up and down Kevin's butt-crack, pushing lightly against the hole before moving his cock up and down the hot valley once more, making Kevin moan with his need to be fucked. "Is this what my boy wants? Daddy's hot fuck-tool, deep in my baby-boy's pussy?"

"Oh, please, Daddy, do your baby, do your little whore-boy!" Kevin's eyes were closed as he concentrated on the feeling of hot dick on his ass, licking his lips with anticipation between begging pants and groans. "Your little boy needs it so bad!"

Finally moving to align his throbbing cockhead with that hungry-looking pucker, Grayson bent down to lick at one of Kevin's pink little nipples as he began pushing into a hole that was already seeming to be more familiar to him than his wife's vagina -- it was certainly a hell of a lot more eager to take his hard cock into itself. Pushing in slowly, mindful of how sore it must feel after the two hard poundings he'd already delivered, as well as wanting this time to last as long as possible, Grayson began a deep but slow rhythm, each push ending when he was balls deep inside that luscious fuck-tunnel, each pull bringing out all but the leaking, purple head. 

All the while, Kevin was squirming and moaning beneath him, begging for more, harder, faster; trying to buck up against the in-thrusts, wanting to give the fuck more momentum, but his father's control was too strong for that, and the maddeningly slow strokes continued. Both previous fucks together hadn't lasted as long as the sexual bout that Grayson was now putting him through -- in fact, Kevin couldn't remember any fuck he'd had ever lasting more than 10 minutes. And while he couldn't see any clocks from where he was lying, Kevin did know by chanting in his head 'One ring-a-ding, two ring-a-ding' (as he'd learned as a child, each "ring-a-ding" was supposed to be a second long) -- in an attempt to distract himself from the torture of that slow pressure against his prostate -- that his father's thrusts each took well over half a minute from the moment he felt his Dad's dick pull back until he once again felt pubes pressed firmly against his ass. And then there was the sweet torture his father was inflicting on his tits, sucking and biting first one and then the other over and over again.

"Please! Please, Daddy, do me!" Kevin resorted to begging, his lust-befuddled mind barely able to supply the words, "Do me harder, Daddy! I can't take it -- I need it harder, please, please, Daddy, my pussy needs it harder! Please, fuck me hard, Daddy, PLEASE!" he sobbed, unable to break the hold his father had on his legs, desperate to move enough to take away the overwhelming need building up inside himself.




Gentlemen's Club Ch. 02



Grayson drank in Kevin's pleas, realizing that no one had ever given his son the kind of ride he was. He reveled in the thought that he was taking the boy places no other man had; together with the rhythmic tightening Kevin's inner muscles were performing around his cock as he stroked back and forth in his son's slutty cunt, the fact that it was HIS SON'S slutty cunt, was making this the single sweetest bout of sex he'd ever experienced. The salty-sweet taste of sweat on clean skin as he feasted on Kevin's lightly defined chest, the sound of the boy's pleading voice, the scent of sex heavy in the air -- Grayson basked in the depraved perfection of that moment, doing all he could to make it last.

But like all good things, this too had to come to an end sometime. And so, imperceptibly at first, Grayson began to speed up his thrusts. While still leisurely by Kevin's standards, his father's hips began to slowly pick up speed, Kevin's prostate finally getting that much-desired additional friction as, slowly, ever so slowly, his ass got the pounding he so fervently begged for.

"Take it! Take it up your slutty cunt, you little whore! I'll show you what a fuck should feel like!" Grayson cried out, the tingle in his cock telling him that the fuck would not last much longer as he pounded furiously at Kevin's ass once again. "You love this, don't you? Getting fucked is what you live for, you slut! You shameless little bitch in heat!"

Finally getting the harder thrusts he'd been begging for, that he'd been needing so desperately, Kevin arched his back in ecstasy, his physical pleasure heightened by the nasty, all-too-true things his father was saying to him. "Yes, Daddy! Do me! Do me! Fuck it to me! Dick me! Harder! YES!" Kevin's cries rose in volume as he spiraled higher and higher, delirious with the joy his ass was generating. He'd never known such pleasure was possible, and no one was even touching his twitching, hard cock!

Both Grayson men reached blinding orgasm within seconds of each other -- in Kevin's case it was so intense that the boy fainted, even as his boycock continued shooting onto his heaving stomach. His father lay on top of him, panting and seeing stars for several seconds before realizing that Kevin wasn't moving. With a groan, Grayson pulled himself out and off his son, feeling their cum smeared bellys un-sticking as he moved. Lying beside him, he gently tapped the boy's cheeks, saying Kevin's name softly.

Kevin woke to the memory of the single most awesome experience of his young life. Opening his eyes, he saw the man responsible -- his Dad, the last person he would have thought capable of such wonderful depravity. Quickly reaching up, Kevin grabbed his father's head and brought him close for a hot, thorough kiss, Kevin's tongue probing all around his mouth as though to suck out the secret of his sexual prowess, before retreating and allowing his father's tongue to plunder his mouth in turn.

For several minutes both men were lost in each other's embrace, kissing passionately, hungrily, every taste only making them want more.

Suddenly Grayson felt something poke him in the hip -- Kevin's renewed desire, as his boydick reared up, eager for more. Grayson felt his own cock beginning to fill, but knew he needed a little more time to reach full erection. And so, giving Kevin's mouth one last probing kiss, he began working his way down Kevin's body; leaving a trail of kisses down the boy's graceful neck; licking along the boy's chest, biting each nipple as he reached them once, twice, three times each as his tongue swiped back and forth from one side to the other; nibbling his way down the hard stomach, teeth grazing through the light, cum soaked body hair leading to the boy's groin. When he reached Kevin's cock he deliberately avoided it, continuing his teasing kisses down the insides of the boy's thighs as Kevin groaned with disappointment. "Aww, c'mon Dad, don't do that to me. Haven't you tortured me enough already?" Spreading his legs wide as his father continued to kiss and lick up and down his thighs, Kevin pushed his hips upwards, instinctively thrusting towards the object of his desire.

As Kevin's hips rose, Grayson slipped his hands under that firm, perfect ass, keeping it elevated as he slowly licked his way towards it. Nibbling lightly at the bottom of the cheeks he said, "We've barely started, boy. By the time I'm through with you tonight, you won't even remember all those other guys you had been with -- all you and your bitch-ass will be able to think about, the only thing that will satisfy your slutty little body, will be Daddy and the things he can do."

With that, Grayson ran his tongue along the inside of Kevin's ass-cleft, tasting the boy's musky sweat and the drying cum which had leaked out the boy's body. Cleaning every last trace of cum from the crack and cheeks, he then allowed his tongue to tighten to a hard point as he began circling Kevin's anus. The tiny hairs surrounding it were just as light in color as the rest of the boy's body hair, almost invisible except where the light hit them, making the boy's anus seem to glow like an angel's halo. 'Well, then, time to taste heaven,' he thought, pushing his tongue into that spasming, reddened orifice.

"Holy shit, Dad! What're you...?" Kevin's eyes widened, shock at this newest sensation causing his torso to rise -- he would have sat up if his father's hands hadn't maintained such a firm grip on his butt-cheeks, keeping his ass elevated. As it was, he bent himself nearly in half and was looking in amazement at his father's gray-streaked blond head buried between his thighs. 

Taking in the sensations coming from the skilled tongue working its way around his insides, Kevin's eyes then started rolling back in his head, his body falling back onto the bed with a thump, moans forcing their way out his slack mouth. When he'd taken this job he'd imagined that it would all be like his previous sexual experiences -- sucking dick and getting his ass reamed; maybe sometimes getting his cock sucked. In his most wild imaginings he'd pictured being allowed to fuck a customer's ass. He'd thought of himself as worldly and experienced.

Clutching at his father's head, pushing his stubbly face hard against his own yielding butt-cheeks, Kevin wallowed in the pleasure he was receiving, begging Daddy for more, more, more! Even his neglected cock, jutting towards the ceiling and leaking pre-cum like a broken faucet, couldn't detract from the awesome feelings as his father ate him out.

Grayson allowed himself to be held prisoner at his son's back entrance, wanting to taste every last millimeter of his boy's body, inside and out, as thoroughly as humanly possible. Only the need for air made him pull away from that tightly gripping passage, and even then it was only to catch his breath before diving back in, scooping out every last drop of his own cum his tongue could reach, stroking the inner muscles that were doing their best to suck him inside.

Finally, after several minutes of this, Grayson could not stand the suspense any longer and, kissing his way back up Kevin's body, inserted his throbbing penis into the well lubricated, gaping hole between Kevin's widespread thighs, shoving up to his balls before stopping once again, holding himself perfectly still inside his son's hot, wet interior.

This time Kevin resigned his ass to a slow, leisurely fuck. But he decided that just because his father wanted to take his time before cumming didn't mean that Kevin himself had to, and so he made sure to squeeze on his father's cock every time it pulled out, as well as reaching a hand between their bodies to give his own cock quick, hard pulls, about two and then three pulls on his own cock for every thrust he received inside himself, bringing on the orgasm he'd been waiting for.

Grayson knew what Kevin was doing, and why, but decided to allow it since, as a teenage boy, his son was likely to regain his erection long before he himself was ready to cum this time around. Also, Kevin was such a good boy -- he deserved a treat. So Grayson deliberately aimed his in-thrusts at the boy's prostate and rubbed his hard stomach on his son's livid, leaking cockhead as he pistoned in and out of the boy's grasping asshole.

"Oh! Oh! OH! OOOOHHHHH!" Kevin's climax hit with full force, the heavy, lengthy build-up causing his cum to shoot up past his head on the first three spurts, the next six landing along his face, neck, chest and stomach, as well as hitting his father's torso as his white knuckled, cock-gripping hand jerked back and forth, milking every last bit of pleasure from his discharging rod.

Kevin's whole body went completely slack after his latest orgasm, soft moans escaping his lips as he slowly came down to earth to find his father had stopped while buried to the hilt inside him -- Grayson had felt his son's rectum contract strongly around his dick, and had had to stop to keep from shooting his own wad as his manhood was given a thorough massage from base to tip.

Waiting a moment for Kevin to recover, Grayson resumed his thrusts, secure in the knowledge that the internal friction would soon revive his son into active participation in their intercourse. Bending his head, Grayson slurped up the streak of cum drying on Kevin's cheek before moving to that sweet, open mouth, shoving his cum-laden tongue into Kevin's mouth and allowing him a taste as their tongues passed the salty fluid back and forth.

Now Kevin knew he was in heaven. The pleasure actually increased as the night wore on, the sex getting better, instead of his partner becoming tired and unresponsive as their time together progressed. Now, working with his father to maximize the duration, as well as the pleasure, of each stroke, he savored the anticipation as his climax slowly built within him once again.

Suddenly Grayson stopped, this time pulling his hard, blood-thickened organ out of Kevin. Rolling off Kevin to lie on his back, he said, "Well, boy, does Daddy have to do all the work?" Nodding down at his upthrust cock he added, "Why not show Daddy what a good little cowboy his boy is, and ride this pony home." 

It wasn't a request, it was an order, and Kevin was more than happy to obey, once his lust-fogged mind grasped what was required of him. Pushing up on his elbows, he rolled onto his father's prone body before leaning back, his father's cock pressed between his butt-cheeks, stroking his horny boy-pussy up and down on the shaft. "OK, Daddy. Now you're going to see how a real slut can ride. I'm going to ride that fucker all the way to soft! You'll see!" 

Pushing up with his hands on Grayson's chest, Kevin took a minute to pay attention to his father's swollen nipples, running his tongue on the well-defined pecs before biting down on one of the fleshy nubs, his fingers busy tweaking and pulling on the other. Keeping his hands on his father's man-tits, Kevin pushed his ass back as he sat up, crushing the hard cock under him as he continued to wiggle around on it until Grayson could not stand the teasing any longer. Reaching down himself to align cockhead and asshole, he grabbed Kevin by the hips and impaled that hot, horny body down hard on his erection. 

"Oh, yeah! Ride me, baby! Ride Daddy's big, hard cock! Daddy's little fuck-slut, ride Daddy's hard boyfucker!" The sight of Kevin straddling him sending a whole new erotic thrill through him, Grayson bucked up every time Kevin rocked down, letting his hips fall back to the bed when the boy pulled up before lunging upwards once again.

Kevin held on to his pulsing, drooling dick with one hand, the other rubbing and squeezing his balls. "Oh, yeah, Daddy! Your little slut-boy's riding, riding, riding your big, hard Daddy-dick! Oh, fuck, Daddy, I wish I could ride your big, fucking hard dick forever! Fuck, Daddy, fuck!"

* * * *

According to the clock Grayson had pulled out of a drawer of the bedside table, the time was just short of 4 o'clock in the morning.

Lying side by side on their backs in the sweat and cum soaked bed, Grayson turned to the lightly dozing Kevin and said, "You know I come here every Thursday, right?"

"Hmmm? Oh, yeah, Dad. Why?" Kevin had known his father went to his club every week -- he just hadn't known which club it was before. Now he opened his eyes and looked expectantly at his father.

"The manager's a friend of mine. I'm going to ask him to assign you to me every week, if you don't mind," Grayson looked expectantly at his son.

Kevin frowned up at the ceiling. "I'm supposed to work four shifts a week, and you only come here once a week -- are you going to start coming here more often, or are you going to ask that I be taken off the roster?" While Kevin had very much enjoyed the incestuous fuckfest they'd indulged in, one of the reasons he'd taken this job was to indulge in as much sex as possible, with as many men as he could while in a safe environment. The idea of sticking to one man, however good a lover he undeniably was, didn't really appeal to the horny young man.

"No, no, I didn't mean either of those. I'm sticking to my schedule -- you don't think I could keep this sort of thing up at my age if I didn't pace myself, did you?" he asked, smiling self-deprecatingly. "No, I just meant that I would make sure you one of your shifts was always on a Thursday evening, and that I would be guaranteed to get you rather than trusting that you weren't assigned to some other club member who happened to get here first. That way you could have your fun -- don't think I don't know what you were thinking, a slutty boy like you getting a job at a place like this -- and at the end of the week we'd have our own special father-son bonding-time when I come here." Running a lazy hand along Kevin's flank he mused aloud, "I'd love to have you sitting in my lap in the main room, giving you a slow fucking while we watched the floor show, with all those other club members sitting around us without a clue who's hot little pussy I was shafting right in their faces -- unless Rosen happens to be around, and even then I think I'd get off on having him see us fuck. After all, I suppose I owe him something for giving my boy what he needed," his hand came to rest on Kevin's ass cheek, squeezing gently, "all this time, as well as getting you this job. So what do you think?" he repeated.

"That sounds hot, Dad! Let's do it! I'll fuck around with strangers all week, and if I learn anything new I could show it to you when we get together on Thursdays," Kevin smiled. Reaching down to his father's spent cock he looked seductively at his father through his lowered eyelashes, "Hey, old man -- lets see if you've got one last fuck left in you tonight." Turning around in the bed, Kevin brought his soft, pink lips to the musky, cum-smeared groin and stuffed his Dad's dick into his cocksucking mouth.



Gentlemen's Club Ch. 03



"Whichever of you bitches brings off the man fucking you, gets to double up in the other bitch's cunt."

* * * * 

Eric Talbot had been a member of the Club since he was in his mid-thirties, almost 15 years ago, enjoying the variety of pleasures available at the hands, cocks and asses of its various members of staff. Neither a consummate bottom or top, he could give or take with equal pleasure and ease. But whatever position he might take with a partner, he was the one calling the shots, feeling just as in-charge when on his knees taking a cock as when he was the one doing the shafting.

It was the same supreme self-confidence that made him such a successful businessman. And it was this feeling of inner-peace and security that he wanted to pass on to his two sons. 

Thus his meeting with Mr. Colbert.

"I had long suspected that the boys were having sex with some of the members of the household staff -- well and good, god knows I have no problems with a little fun around the house -- but last week a member of my security staff showed me a recording taken from one of the cameras of them ganging up on the gardener's assistant. Once again, in itself, I have no problem with sharing -- but they were really using that boy, acted like he was nothing more than a sex toy, just because he was willing to suck and get fucked. Since then I've made a few discreet inquiries, and apparently they treat most of the male staff this way, either together or separately. They never suck back, or even stroke a guy off while they fuck him -- just use them to get off and leave them. They even threatened one or two with dismissal if they didn't submit to them," Talbot's indignation was clearly written on his face.

"Indeed, sir, a very unpleasant attitude, I agree. But I am a little unclear as to what part the Club's staff and I may play in assisting you," Mr. Colbert said, looking his valued client in the eye.

"I wish to purchase a scenario involving multiple participants," Talbot explained, proceeding to detail exactly what he wished to have happen to his sons.

"I see," Colbert said. He then sat quietly for several seconds, thinking out the logistics of what had been requested. "You do realize, this is not something we normally do. I'm afraid we shall require a affidavit stating that everything that will be done is at your direct order -- seeing as how you shall be observing everything through a one-way mirror, and will be able to halt the proceedings if things should go in a way you do not wish, that will be nothing more than the truth. Also, I shall need to see official picture identification for both young men -- again, to protect the Club should they decide to take legal action against us. I'm afraid I cannot allow charges to be put forth that we assaulted two completely innocent men simply on a member's say so, no matter how respected a customer he may be," Colbert added, and although his voice remained soft and calm, there was a slightly sinister air about him at the possibility of his beloved establishment being endangered.

"Agreed. Draw up the document and I'll sign it. And I'll be sure to have both boys bring their drivers' licenses when I bring them -- since this is an alcohol serving establishment, they should have no reason to suspect anything amiss if they're asked for proof of identity," Talbot reflected that both boys probably got carded fairly often since, despite both being in their early twenties, they could both easily pass as collage freshmen.

"Then all that remains to be decided is when we shall bring about your sons' education."

* * * *

Jeff and Steve Talbot weren't too excited at the idea of having a "boys night out" with their father. While it was true they had no problem taking their father's money, and were quite happy to go clubbing with each other, the thought of going to a stuffy old "gentlemen's club" their father knew was something they both felt they could do without.

But it was the old man's birthday, and both considered it prudent to do the minimum necessary to keep him sweet. And, hey, how late would he want to stay out, anyway? They could always ditch him around midnight -- that's when old fogies went to bed, wasn't it? -- and find themselves a bit of fun.

They were to meet their father at the club, as he had called from work saying that he had a few last things that needed his attention. But all they'd need to do was knock on the door at the address he'd given them and the staff would know what to do. " 'The staff', huh? A bunch of overstuffed geezers, most likely, in those buttoned down coats with all the fringes on them and names like 'Jeeves' and 'Hanson'," Jeff scoffed at his brother as he drove them both to their destination. 

The Talbot brothers had inherited their father's hazel eyes and straight brown hair, which Jeff kept cut short while Steve wore his much longer hair in a pony-tail at the nape of his neck. They had showered before leaving the house and their faces were freshly shaved. Both wore expensive leather jackets and black slacks, Jeff in a red polo shirt while Steve wore a button-down blue shirt. 

"Hey, don't laugh, man -- I hear places like that really know their booze," Steve said, trying to find a silver lining to the upcoming tedium he foresaw. "And maybe Jeeves will know where to find some high-grade ass for us to share." Steve liked sharing fucktoys with his brother, getting a thrill from showing his big brother that he could be authoritative, too.

"Well, here it is," Jeff announced, as their GPS signaled their arrival. Looking around, neither could spot anything that looked remotely like a club -- no neon signs, no lines of people waiting to get in (always the mark of a good club), no dull throb of music leaking through the walls. Just a big old brick building. If it weren't for the camera placed just under shoulder-height by the door, just as their father had described, the Talbot boys would not have known that they were at the right place.

With a long-suffering sigh Steve let himself out the passenger side and led his brother up the three steps to the door, pulling out his wallet to show his driver's license to the little camera with one hand as he knocked with the other -- again, as he'd been told; something about how exclusive this place was, and you couldn't get in without showing your ID.

The man opening the door wasn't dressed quite as archaically as the brothers had speculated, but in his tuxedo, complete with bow-tie and shiny shoes, the man's ensemble did not bode well for the young men's evening.

"Welcome, sirs. I'm afraid I shall have to ask you both for some form of picture identification before I can greet you more fully -- house rules," the hansom, middle-aged man seemed genuinely upset at having make such a request, in a mild sort of way.

Both brothers knew their youthful appearance belied their ages of 25 and 23, respectively, and so were not surprised at this request. Also, they understood that any place that catered to men as rich and powerful as their father would have to take precautions about who they let in. Steve offered the driver's license he still held in his hand, while Jeff pulled out his wallet and took out his license. 

The greeter took both proffered IDs and compared the pictures to the two faces before him, "Thank you very much, sirs." He then leaned towards them and added with a conspiratorial air, "Undercover press are always trying to sneak in, to get a picture of our members at their ease." Shaking his head at the follies of the world at large, he returned the IDs. "Would you care to check your coats? I assure you anything you leave in the pockets will remain undisturbed until you reclaim them," the man said, offering his arm for the brothers to place the coats over.

Thinking it over a moment, but realizing that a place like this would hardly risk his father's wrath just for a shot at his loose change, Jeff left his wallet in the inside pocket as he took off his jacket and passed it over, Steve following his example.

The man returned after a moment from an adjourning room, although he offered no token for them to take in exchange for their items. Instead he said, "Your father reserved a table in the main room, as well as a private room for this evening. Would sirs like to wait for him privately, or at your table?"

Steve thought the private room sounded good, but before he could speak up Jeff said, "We'll start off at our table, and see from there." 

"Very good, sir. If you'd care to follow me, sirs," the man said, leading them past a heavy curtain into a large, brightly lit room. It took the brothers a few moments for their eyes to adjust to the new lighting, at which point they took in the sights in the room. 

The first thing that struck them was the vast amount of naked flesh visible around them -- all the men seated at the small tables around the room wearing nothing more than face masks. And the men walking around didn't seem fully dressed either.

At a discreet cough from their host they both realized that they'd stopped dead in their tracks, probably with gob-smacked expressions on their faces. Trying for an air of nonchalance neither felt, they resumed following the man towards an empty table. As they walked a waiter passed them, and they saw for the first time what a real Club host's uniform looked like as a naked erection came at them and, turning their heads to watch as the man walked on away from them, an equally bare ass winked at them as the waiter kept going towards his destination.

Sharing a wide-eyed look of shock, the brothers just barely kept from walking into one of the small tables in their way as they continued to follow their host, all the time looking around at the strange sights around them. Arriving at their table the brothers took one last look around, realizing that they were the only men in the room with their crotches clothed, aside from their host. They were also the only non-staff members who were dressed and who's faces were showing.

"Would sirs care for a drink? Our bartender does a wonderful Sex On The Beach. Or perhaps a blow-job?" their host asked, holding out two drinks menus.

"What's a Blow Job?" Steve asked, thinking he could do with the real thing right about now, looking across to the next table where an older man was seated with a naked boy rocking gently in his lap. Meanwhile Jeff had just realized that he could see the thick base of a dildo or butt-plug between the ass-cheeks of the man at the table in front of him.

"A blow job is a slang term for fellatio -- I had said it that way because I had thought it might be a more familiar term. As part of our amenities here at the Club, sirs can have a young man kneel under the table and orally service you," the host said, a slightly condescending tone to his voice as he looked down at his charges.

"Well, I'd like a Screwdriver -- that's the drink with the vodka and the orange juice, not the thing carpenters use. And I'll take one cocksucker, too," said Jeff, badly imitating the host's haughty intonation as he tore his eyes away from the bacchanal around him to look the man in the eye -- trying, and failing, to level an intimidating stare at the man standing over him.

"I'd like a Vodka, neat. And, just out of curiosity, what if I wanted YOU to get under here and blow me?" Steve said, looking the middle-aged, fancily dressed man up and down, thinking how hot it would be to dominate an older man.

"Well, sir, such a thing would be possible, but then I would not be able to get your drink orders -- or else you would have to wait for me while your brother would get serviced right away," the host said, raising one hand slightly as a signal as he spoke. Within seconds two naked young men arrived at the table, quickly diving underneath it. Neither Talbot brother noticed their host depart, as each felt a skilled hand undo his fly and pull out his hard-on. Almost instantly each felt a hot mouth engulf his eager rod.

Taking a moment to take in the awesome sensation, Jeff looked around the room once again, this time realizing that many of the tables around them had a naked figure kneeling under it, working the cock of a seated man with his mouth and hands. 

Trying to distract himself, worried that he'd blow his wad within seconds into the hot, sucking cavity, he looked to the stage in the back of the cavernous room for a distraction, only to find himself faced with the most bizarre magic act he'd ever seen -- a man wearing a typical magician's fancy-dress suit, complete with top had and coat, but with his fly seeming to have been cut away to allow his large, hard cock and heavy-looking balls to swing freely. The magician's assistant was even more eye-catching, not so much dressed as covered in glue-on pink sequins all over his arms, legs and torso -- or at least, all of the torso Jeff could see, as the boy was bent over a small table while the magician pulled what looked like foot after foot of plumbing pipe out the boy's asshole, handing each new piece over to an assistant covered in blue sequins. An angled mirror above the two performers gave a clear bird's-eye-view of the scene, so it was clear that the pipe was not simply being hidden on the other side of the pink assistant's body.

Turning his head, he saw that Steve was also watching the show, mouth wide open as he took it in. Steve then turned and looked back at his brother, a slight frown on his face.

"What, you don't like the show, or is your cocksucker not doing it for you?" Jeff couldn't help ribbing his little brother, feeling a rush of excitement as the suction of his hard tool added to the sight and sound of the magician as the man exclaimed into his head-mike, "As you can see, gentlemen, Cory really does have a bottomless pit back there, just as I said. But still, the poor boy is feeling the burn from all that mileage going past him -- allow me a moment to stroke and sooth him." So saying, he reached down with one of his white-gloved hands and, in a blink of Jeff's eyes, plunged the whole hand up to the elbow inside the asshole he'd just emptied.

"Holy crap, did you see that?" Jeff turned back to his still frowning brother.

"Jeff..." Steve seemed to be trying to say something, something he was having trouble putting into words. Just then their host returned with their drinks -- and appeared to have lost the crotch of his pants somewhere along the way, as they could now see a thick 7 inch erection poking out in front of him under the tray he was carrying.

Turning to the host as the man placed their drinks in front of them, Steve asked, "We are in the right place, aren't we? This is the Rose street club, right? We're here to meet Erick Talbot."

The mention of their father's name seemed to bring Jeff down to earth, realizing what was troubling his brother. Their FATHER had sent them here! Had the old man sent them to the wrong place, or was he a part of this strange hedonistic group -- surely not, not boring old Dad!

Both brothers now looked at their host, taking in his strange new outfit and comparing what they saw around them to the staid, boring person they'd always known their father to be. "Yes, sir, this is Mr. Talbot's club. I'll remind you, sir, I only showed you in after ascertaining that you both are, in fact, the sons of one of our members, as we don't usually allow non-members in." It was surreal, the way the man could speak with such dignity while his wedding-tackle was hanging out for all to see, twitching and leaking pre-cum in a steady stream. Meanwhile, their own throbbing members were being expertly serviced under their table by a pair of men they'd only caught glimpses of before they had ducked under their table.

Sharing a look of confusion, neither was willing to comment further -- after all, it was obviously some sort of misunderstanding, but no-one in his right mind said no to free drinks and a great blow job, however bizarre the circumstances.

Seeing the look pass between them, the host said, "Perhaps, sirs, you would rather wait for your father in more intimate surroundings? I'll remind you, there is a private room waiting for you."

"Um, I guess so," Jeff said, trying to work out in his head how to get up and walk while still keeping his dick inside the hot sucking mouth it was so thoroughly enjoying. But at his reply the boy servicing him pulled off with a slurping sound and started stuffing his cock back into his pants. By the groan of disappointment coming out of Steve's mouth, he was being similarly put away.

Standing up from the table, the brothers were soon joined by the two naked cocksuckers as they all followed their host towards the elevators banks, discreetly tucked to one side of the room.

"Take these gentlemen up to the fourth floor, please, Roddy, Mike," the host said, pressing on a button and nodding to the two fellatio-boys as the door pinged open.

Once inside, the one of the cocksuckers pushed the "4" button while the other commented to the Talbot brothers, "These elevators are part of the original building -- it takes forever to go from one floor to the next. So how's about we get this party started right now?" and so saying, both he and the other boy leaned against the mirror at the back of the elevator, pushing their high, round butts back at the more-than-willing brothers.

To his surprise, Jeff found that his chosen boy had already greased up his asshole, as the finger he had meant to push up to the nail went all the way to his second knuckle inside the waiting ass with ease. Steve didn't even bother with such refinements as feeling his boy up, and simply undid his fly, pulled out his cock and shoved home, immediately starting a hard, fast fuck up his boy's asshole. It didn't take more than a moment for Jeff to join him, pounding away in the butt-hole which had been winking seductively at him.

Jeff noticed the number "2" light up on the panel, realizing that the elevator really was that slow, so it was just as well that he and his brother hadn't waited since at this rate it would take them well over a minute to get to their destination. So, closing his eyes, he threw himself into the fuck in front of him, gripping the boy's hips hard as he rammed in and out, wet sloppy sounds emerging from his point of entry, as well as from the hard-fucking couple next to them.

Suddenly he heard a whooshing sound and, opening his eyes, Jeff saw in the mirror that two big, muscular men, both wearing black pants and tank-tops, had come aboard the elevator. 

He had time for a quick yell of surprise before he was pulled backwards, something dark going over his head.

Then everything went black.

* * * *

Steve woke up to a feeling of pain in his arm and legs.

Blinking eyes that refused to focus, he realized that he was lying on his back, bent in half as his legs were forced wide open and his feet were somewhere above and behind his head. His hands also appeared restrained. Pulling his head back as far as it would go, he finally managed to make his eyes see clearly; a metal mesh headboard to which his ankles were attached using some sort of black bands -- leather? -- and a short length of chain padlocked to the mesh. Angling his head still further back, he was able to see his hands, connected at the wrists by some sort of padded cuffs, also wide and black with a single chain link connecting the two bands and a further length of chain padlocked to an eye bolt in the wall. A moment of hard pulling showed him that both sets of restraints were thoroughly secured.

A quickly aborted attempt to call for help showed him that the pressure he felt on his face was a gag firmly inserted into his mouth and tied around his head.

Turning his head, Steve saw that his brother was lying on another bed, trussed up and naked, the awkwardness of the identical pose he was placed in showing off his trim, cut physique. Steve suddenly realized that he too must be naked, since he couldn't feel any clothing on himself, aside from his restraints. What he did feel was very, very vulnerable. 




Gentlemen's Club Ch. 03



Continuing his scan of his surroundings, Steve saw that the room they were in was very well lit and, aside from the two plain beds they were tied to, the only furniture in the room consisted of two stools and a dresser. He was able to see so much of the room because there was a mirror covering the entire wall at the foot of his and Jeff's beds. The mirror also gave him an all too clear view of his exposed, spread anus, as well as a pretty good view of his brother's lightly furred crack and ass. 

Looking down between his legs, Steve realized that there was one more discomfort he'd avoided categorizing -- a low level ache in between his legs, which he now saw was caused by two additional restraints: a leather band wrapped tightly around the base of his cock and another similar band wrapped around the top of his scrotum. Despite his fear, he saw that the bindings were keeping the blood from flowing out of his dick, and thus keeping it engorged and erect.

Just then Steve caught sight of some motion out of the corner of his eye, and, turning his head, he saw Jeff's eyes open, faint sounds coming from behind his brother's gag as he, too, tried vainly to call for help. Jeff began struggling, trying to move his limbs from their restrained positions, his head tossing until he noticed his brother, looking back at him.

The brothers shared a look of horror and confusion as Jeff continued to try to pull his hands and legs free, not giving up as quickly as Steve had, his eyes showing greater and greater panic and desperation.

Suddenly, "Well, well, look who finally woke up," the booming voice seemed to come from all over the room, its tone mocking. "It's about time! Can't play with my new bitches while they're asleep! That'd be no fun at all!" An ominous laugh echoed around the room as suddenly the two bruisers from the elevator came into the room. Both were wearing the same black clothing they'd had on when they'd overpowered the brothers earlier -- was it even still the same day? Steve wondered, his mind desperate to distract itself from what he knew was about to take place.

Both brothers watched with wide eyes as the two men -- one black with his head shaved, one white with buzz-cut red hair, and both heavily muscled -- began to undress. Again the voice boomed out, "We're going to have some fun with you little pussies! Master and his friends are going to show you bitches what those sweet holes you've got are all about -- turn you into proper little cunts." As the cruel words washed over the terrified Talbot boys, the two men finished undressing, fully revealing their well-developed physiques, as well as their well-hung cocks -- each man must have been at least 8 inches, and neither looked to be completely hard yet!

"First we're going to have to open you up properly. Can't play if the gates don't open properly -- so my friends are going to bust both your cherry holes wide open!" the leering voice laughed. "But since this is your first time, we're going to start you on something... manageable. Don't worry, pussy-boys, we'll get to the big stuff later!"

Looking at the two engorging dicks approaching them as the two muscle-men walked up to the beds, Steve wondered what the voice meant by "manageable" - those cocks were each wider than his and Jeff's dicks put together!

Now he, too, resumed his struggles, fully aware of what the position he was in meant, especially since the men had pulled a bottle of lube out of the dresser while the voice was talking and were applying liberal amounts of it to their throbbing members -- slicking themselves up and getting them completely hard at the same time. He tried to shout out that there must be some mistake, they had the wrong man -- but only the faintest of sounds was escaping his gag, a much louder noise coming from the bedsprings as his struggles set the bed moving.

And now a leering muscle man was standing at the foot of his bed. Jeff, who was also vainly pulling at his restraints, had the black man poised beneath him, placing his thick, throbbing cock at the entrance to Jeff's anus. Somehow, the fact that Steve got the white man failed to reassure him; he didn't care about the whole "black men are bigger hung than white" legend -- that monster being aimed at his virgin butt-hole was 4 inches across, at least! Not to mention 9 inches long -- where the hell was all that supposed to go? This guy didn't strike him as the type to only go part-way in; the look on his face said that he was going to go in up to his balls -- assuming he didn't feel like stuffing those in as well!

Pain! Burning, stabbing pressure, feeling like he was being sliced open with a dull but insistent knife. Steve opened his eyes wide, only then realizing that he'd closed them in a childish sort of self-defense -- as if, by not seeing his attacker, he could make him stop existing, make the whole situation go away.

But it didn't. The pressure increased, and Steve began feeling like he needed to take a shit badly as the unfamiliar feeling of fullness in his rectum began to register alongside the waves of agony.

All the while the booming voice continued to taunt them. "Oh, yes! We're going to get those bitch-cunts spread really good! By the time we're through with you, you'll be begging to pull a fuck-train the length of this block! And if you're good little bitches, Master may just let you have it -- all the dicking a horny little slut-bitch can take!" again, that evil sounding laugh echoed around the room. "Well, boys, what are you waiting for? Open the bitch-cunts up!"

At this signal, both attackers began to move. Steve lost track of what was happening on the other bed, his attention taken up completely by the burning, splitting pain in his gut as his rapist slowly pulled back, the emptiness left behind as that monster cock pulled away somehow managing to feel even worse than the feeling of having the whole thing buried inside. And then the hard thrust that put it all back in. Steve screamed behind his gag as the pain caused him to see stars. But, while the agony was undeniably there, he had also felt something else -- something... pleasurable?

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck those cunts! Show those bitches what they were made for, make them hurt, make them bleed! Make them beg for more!"

Again and again, the cock pulled out and thrust in, over and over. And as it did so, it scraped against that something. Steve whimpered, closing his eyes again as he felt his face flush, unable to reconcile the two opposing sensations as undeniable pleasure assailed him at the same time as his ass felt like it was being torn apart. The indignity of what was happening to him was bad enough -- but to get off on it, too? That just seemed wrong.

And it didn't help that his attacker's hard stomach was rubbing along his bound erection, pleasuring his cock and making it want more friction, even at the expense of his asshole.

Both the physical assault on his butt by that huge organ, and the verbal attack as "Master" kept alternately encouraging the two muscle-men and abusing the two helpless victims, continued for several minutes longer. The fuck was now being pounded into him at breakneck speed, the pace hard enough to make the bedsprings squeal loudly at the rhythmic attack. Steve had reached a point where the pain, while still very much present, was no longer overwhelming. Unfortunately for his dignity, whatever the cause of the shameful pleasure in his rectum, it was still working all too well -- if it weren't for the tight bindings on his genitals, it was quite possible that the feelings his ass-passage was generating would have caused him to cum by now, despite (surely not because of!) the pain. As it was, he could only hope that his helpless moans were being attributed to agony, not ecstasy.

Suddenly the feeling of fullness up his ass increased -- the man was actually getting bigger! Steve didn't know if to laugh or cry as he suddenly felt a warm flood deep inside of him, the thrusts in and out of his ass continuing unabated as his attacker reached orgasm, shouts of ecstasy forcing their way out the man's throat. He could feel cum dripping down his helpless ass as the fucking motions caused jism to squirt out, while the cock working so very hard inside him continued to shoot more and more of its load into his overflowing rectum.

Breathing heavily, Steve's attacker fell on top of him, his sweaty body lying uncomfortably on top of his stretched legs, the attacker's buzzed head panting against his own sweat soaked chest.

Finally recovering himself, the red-headed man pushed against the bed on either side of Steve's body and heaved himself back to a kneeling position at the foot of the bed. Once again aware of his surroundings, Steve saw that the black man had already pulled away from Jeff and was standing next to the large mirror, playing with his reviving cock as he looked at the mess he'd made of Jeff's butt.

Steve couldn't quite get himself to look his brother in the face, but he could see the smears of cum all over Jeff's butt-cheeks quite clearly in the mirror, as well as his own, as his rapist moved away from him -- Steve unable to hold back a groan as the still-hard organ left his body -- to stand next to his friend, lightly stroking himself as he alternately looked at the ass he'd just fucked and the one his friend had creamed.

Steve couldn't help noticing that although his attacker's dick was just a little bit longer, the black man's cock was the thicker of the two, as the two men both turned towards each other before turning to face the mirror.

"Not bad, boys! You got those bitches warmed up pretty good! But we don't want them to feel lonely while the rest of the party gets here, now do we?" the men smirked at the mirror -- Steve realized it must be a one-way mirror, with "Master" watching them from the other side of it.

But who the hell could it be?

Before he could continue the thought, he heard the loud voice say, "Let's make sure they're opened up properly -- trade places and give those little cunts a taste of what the other bitch was enjoying so much. Mount up, boys! Now!"

Steve watched as the black man now made his way towards his exposed and vulnerable hole, that thick pole leading the way as he pushed it down from where it was rearing up against his belly with one broad hand, the other hand fondling his ball sac.

"Yeah, bitch! Got a fresh load all ready for you -- and you're gonna get it all!" Kneeling in front of Steve, the new man teased his hole, rubbing that huge, throbbing cock up and down his crack, pressing lightly against the hole before moving up and down once more. 

Looking down between his legs, Steve saw the glans and shaft were covered in cum -- either from when this guy had had shot off inside of Jeff, or else it was picking up the cum covering Steve's ass, or a combination of both. 'That dick was inside my brother,' he thought to himself, the idea oddly exciting even as the circumference of the thing still had him worried.

A sudden loud combination of moan and groan made Steve look at the other bed, where his former assailant had buried his shaft to the hilt inside Jeff, both men giving voice to their feelings at their joining. And while Steve was distracted, his own new attacker apparently decided he couldn't wait any longer as suddenly the pain was back, the tearing sensation and unnatural fullness seeming to be that much worse because of the new fuck-tool's additional width.

"Ho, yeah! I'm porking some prime ass now!" the man said, at once starting a hard, fast pumping rhythm with his brawny hips, his stomach smacking against Steve's thighs with every in-thrust.

"Oh, yeah! Give it to them -- give those bitches all the hard dick you've got!" Steve could practically feel the lust this scene was generating with the owner of that voice, could picture in his mind's eye a big, featureless man seated in a chair, a cocksucking slave at his feet as he used the slave's mouth as a masturbation tool, getting off on their plight the way most men beat off to porn. "You bitches love all that hard dick, don't you!" more a statement than a question, "You can't get enough of this hard fucking! But you also want to play top dog, don't you?"

At that question, both attackers suddenly stopped pumping and pulled out, leaving only their cockheads inside their respective receptacles, obviously waiting for some big announcement.

"We all know how much you bitches love ass, as well as cock -- love humping ass like the dogs you are! So let's give you some extra incentive to be good little fuck-bitches!" For the first time the voice didn't boom out, but was little more than a whisper as it said, "Whichever of you bitches brings off the man fucking you, gets to double up in the other bitch's cunt."

The black man bent over Steve and began pumping again with renewed vigor. Steve felt his anus spasm with shock around the hard shaft as the words he'd just heard sank in. His ass could barely take the dick it was being force-fed right now -- to add anything else would tear him apart! And in his sex-befuddled mind Steve had no doubt his brother would get off on adding to his humiliation and pain that way -- after all, using and abusing men was what got Jeff especially excited whenever they'd shared a fucktoy before.

Turning his head to look at his brother, Steve took note of just how hard and swollen Jeff's cock was, how it looked so much bigger than any other time he'd seen it before. And all that moaning he could hear from behind Jeff's gag -- obviously, he was not only looking forward to screwing his younger brother, but was also enjoying getting fucked, and was looking forward to having his ass pumped full of dick-cream again before doing some fucking of his own. 

Well, they'd just see about that! 

Steve began to deliberately clamp down on the big, hard shaft repeatedly inserting itself into him, even pushing his hips upwards as much as he could to meet the other man's thrusting hips as they surged down to impale him over and over, stuffing his aching asshole with that incessant fuck-tool, which he now did his best to milk with his inner muscles.

And again, that strange tingle deep inside his ass, the feeling of shameful pleasure coming from deep inside himself. For a moment he actually contemplated what it would be like to feel more friction on that special spot -- say, two dicks moving in and out of him -- how that would add so much more pleasure...

But, no, that was crazy -- he was going to do the fucking. His own dick was bigger than it had ever been before, just thinking about it.

Despite the many times Steve and his brother had had sex together with a third person, double penetration in the same hole had never come up. He wanted his first DP experience to be inside big brother's butt. He wanted it so bad he could taste it, would do whatever it took to make it happen. And if he should happen to get just a little extra pleasure out his ass-passage while milking the fuck-tool currently working around inside it, so be it -- no one need ever know.

The black man's thrusts continued to gain speed, his face tightening with lust, his twitching cock growing even bigger inside Steve's clutching butt. "Oh, yeah, this bitch wants it bad -- he's squeezing the shit out of my rod, man. Uhh, uhh, take it, bitch! Take it all! YEAH!!!" 

Steve felt the hot liquid flooding his rectum just as the other man began crying out with his own pleasure. 'Oh, no! He's cumming too! Does that mean I don't get to do Jeff?' Pleasure fought disappointment as the cum-shooting cock kept pounding into him. 

"A close contest, boys," the voice announced. "But I think Rick beat AJ by a whole second, so his bitch gets to get up and play stud-puppy -- let's call him Bitch Number One from now on to celebrate his becoming top dog. Although, since both bitches were so good at milking you boys, he'll have to fuck Bitch Number Two's hole all by himself," the voice laughed again, while Steve wondered which man was Rick and which was AJ, and whether he was about to take his brother's dick, or fuck his ass.

His unspoken question was answered when, after pulling out of him and standing up by the bed, the black man went to the dresser and removed a key ring from the top drawer. He then came back to Steve's bed and began unlocking Steve's restraints. First he unlocked the chain from one leg, then the other; Steve hissed with pain as he got to move his legs for the first time in who knew how long, after the had been bound in such a strained position.

Before he could do much more than carefully flex his knees, one of the padlocks was used to connect his ankles, only a small length of chain allowing a limited freedom of movement. Then his hand restraints were unlocked from the wall -- but not removed from his wrists, and the man he now knew was called Rick kept a tight hold on his wrists, so he wasn't able to try to so much as remove either his gag or the restraints from his livid, throbbing cock.

Steve was then roughly pulled by his wrists and was made to stand on his tingling feet -- their awkward position had kept blood from reaching them while suspended over his head, and circulation was forcing its way back now that he was upright -- and was forced to hobble over to his brother's bed, his handler seeming to take great pleasure in using his long hair as a handle. Walking brought out not only the pain in his legs, but also an ache in his recently over-stretched ass -- but it was not an altogether unpleasant feeling, associated as it was with the notion that he would soon be enjoying some ass of his own, as well as the shameful pleasure the two invaders had given him.

Looking down at the cum-smeared mess that was his brother's ass, Steve felt a sense of elation he'd never experienced before -- for a moment he forgot his own restraints, forgot the other men in the room and the strange voice; there was only his eager, livid hard-on and his bound older brother, looking indignantly at him and murmuring in protest from under his gag. 'Oh, yes, big brother,' he wanted to say, 'Your baby brother is about to screw you into the mattress! All those times we fucked around with other men, I wanted your ass -- and now I'm going to get it! And you're loving it, you bitch! You're just dying for me to pound your bitch-cunt to a pulp!' Not realizing that he was mentally repeating the name given to them both by the mysterious Master, he absolutely knew, without a doubt, that his brother really was nothing more than a fuck-bitch; a slutty hole that existed purely for the sake of being fucked.

"I don't think Bitch Number Two needs any more grease, do you, boys?" the voice suddenly boomed. "His cunt looks wet enough to me! Mount Bitch Number One on top of the cumbucket bitch-slut and shove his cock into that cunt!"

The two large men hastened to obey, Rick pulling Steve's wrists so their restraints looped around his bitch-brother's head while AJ took hold of his harder-than-steel cock and aimed it at the overflowing cunt it so desperately wanted to invade.

Much smaller than the two cocks which had preceded him into his bitch-brother's cunt, Steve's erection, though bigger and more engorged than it had ever been in his life, slid in all too easily, the hole really feeling more like a cunt than an asshole -- widened and loose, and very, very wet around his hypersensitive dick. In his lust crazed mind it made perfect sense that he could slide right in, right up to his balls in one quick push, without encountering any resistance other than the slight wiggling and bucking of the body beneath him -- and even that registered more as the bitch under him trying to get him inside as quickly as possible.

But loose as it was, the cunt he was in was also tight; spasmodically gripping his painfully hard cock, milking him with its inner muscles and making him all too aware of his excruciatingly tight, full balls, which were unable to discharge due to the leather band wound tightly around the base of his scrotum. His hips began a fast, hard rhythm, Steve gave in to his basest instinct. Rutting like an animal, a horny dog fucking his in-heat bitch, all thoughts were obliterated under the overwhelming need to cum.




Gentlemen's Club Ch. 03



Bent over the other bitch's body, his face mere inches away from the reddened face below him, Steve moved his head the rest of the distance and pressed his gagged mouth on top of his brother's bound mouth. Lips stretched taught around the tightly tied cloth pressed against his fellow fuck-bitch's gag as Steve felt the face beneath him press back up at him, moans of pain and arousal forcing their way out of them both.

Suddenly a new, excruciating sensation intruded as the snap-button on his testicular restraints was undone. The relief of having the pressure against his ball sac removed was overwhelmed by a painful pleasure as the cum began to gush out his pumping cock, his hips never slowing as a veritable river of spunk shot from his overexcited dick into the hot cunt it was fucking.

It seemed like several minutes must have passed as cum continued to gush out of Steve's cock, spurting back out onto his thighs -- complementing the mess that had been oozing out his own ass all this time -- as his continued hard thrusts pumped cum out the hole even as he shot more cum into it. And then, as suddenly as they were released, his balls were captured in a strong grip and the restraints were reattached to his scrotum. Moaning in frustration and unrequited lust, Steve kept up his hard thrusts, even as he was pulled up and off the bitch he'd been fucking, his hips still pumping his cock into thin air as he was taken back to his bed. 

Looking down between his legs, he saw the dark purple of his rock-hard cock through the smears of fresh cum that coated it from the head to the base -- it was as though he hadn't cum at all, it was still so much in need of relief.

This time he was placed on the bed face down, his arms reattached to the bolt in the wall while his legs were separated and each leg manacle was attached to one of the bed's legs. Almost at once he began to desperately rub his aching cock on the cum-soaked mattress, delirious with the need to get off just one more time.

"Well, Bitch Number One seemed to have a good time, didn't he? What do you say, Bitch Number Two -- was that a good fuck he gave you? Or do you think you can do better?" It took a moment for Steve to realize the voice had once again returned, and still more time to understand what had been said. By then Bitch Number Two had been released from his bonds and was being led towards him, a leer clearly visible on his gag-bound face as he was about to avenge himself on his younger brother.

But just as Steve's cunt was about to be fed once more, the voice once again sounded, halting the two muscle men as they were bringing the huge, livid cock to his ass, "But, wait! After all, Bitch Number One did win the contest before, and he hasn't gotten the chance at double fucking yet. So I say, let's give it to him now -- one of you get in his pussy along with Bitch Number Two's fuckpole!"

No, not that! It wasn't fair -- Steve had won the right to DP his bitch-brother, not the other way around! Steve began squirming as much as he could, moans of protest rising from behind his gag.

"Oh, yeah, listen to the horny little bitch -- he wants it bad! Just look at the way he's pushing his hot little box at us, all eager to take in everything we've got for him up his cunt!" said one of the men, Steve wasn't sure who.

"Yeah, that pucker is just twitching to get filled again, man! I'm just sorry I won't get in there with you -- but I'm the one who shot off first, before, so you won the right to DP his cunt, fair and square." said the other man's voice. That must be Rick, Steve realized, a small part of his mind still rational enough to make such observations, even as most of his brain was overwhelmed with lust and desire.

Steve flinched at the feeling of something pressing against his hole, only to realized that it was a lubed pair of fingers as he was re-greased in preparation. Then a heavy weight pressed down on his back, and a hard, panting breath blew down the back of his neck at the same time as a pair of manacled hands were chained to the same eye-bolt as his own hand restraints -- they'd put Bitch Number Two on his back. 

Soon the fingers moving around in his cum-slicked hole were joined by a much thicker invader -- his brother's cock! Steve bit down on his gag, a wave of unspeakable arousal rolling through his body at the thought of what was happening to him, what he'd done just moments before, and what was about to happen. The fingers were suddenly removed and a large, blunt head was pressed against the already dick-filled entrance to his pussy. He could feel Bitch Number Two's engorged cock inserted to the balls inside of him, his body squirming on top of Steve's as though he were being held in place. Which made sense, since otherwise he'd have been thrusting by now rather than letting his fuck-hungry manhood lie still inside the cum filled hole it was in.

Pain! Steve yelled through his gag at the burning, stretching pain of this latest entry. It was every bit as bad as the first time AJ had forced his way into Steve's cunt, popping his cherry all those -- minutes? hours? -- ago, the stretching of his asslips and rectum almost unbearable. And yet, this time there was a satisfying element to feeling so very full, a delicious sense of completion in having his cavity stuffed with all that cock.

And then his fuckers began to move, and Steve was in bitch heaven. Not only was that wonderfully shameful spot inside of him thoroughly stroked, just as he'd known it would be, but the feeling of not one but two hard -- so very hard -- cocks massaging his insides was giving him pleasures he had never imagined could exist. Even his own bloated cock was forgotten as his concentration was taken up by the sheer joy of the reaming he was receiving.

At first the two cocks alternated, one pulling out while the other pushed in, their thrusts fast and hard right at the outset. Then suddenly both were moving in and out in tandem, feeling like one enormous cock fucking the shit out of him. And then there was no rhythm, each man aiming for orgasm at his own pace, sometimes pumping together and sometimes rubbing against each other as they moved in opposite directions.

"Oh, yeah! Take it, you little bitch! Take it like the cunt you are!" came the wild cry from behind him -- that was Jeff's voice! Bitch Number Two's gag must have been removed, and now his brother was calling out in his lusty joy as he fucked. "Oh, little brother, I always knew you'd be a great piece of pussy! You may have given my cunt a good seeing-to, but THIS," an extra deep thrust of his cock accompanied the word, "is what you live for! Isn't it, you little cunt-bitch? All those times we were together, I knew your little pussy was begging for it, the way your little hole would wink and dilate at me while you were fucking some guy's ass! Oh, oh! YEAH!" Jeff's balls must have been released, as his cries rose to new levels while Steve's pussy was getting thoroughly creamed. "Take that cum, bitch! Take ... all ... that ... CUM!"

A second set of grunts probably meant AJ was also getting off too, but Jeff's dick was shooting so much jizz it was impossible to tell. And a few thrusts later Steve's cunt wasn't as full any more, as AJ pulled his deflating cock out. Jeff was still going strong, pumping and shooting with a vengeance, all the while shouting out insults and cries of ecstasy.

Without warning, Jeff was pulled off his brother. Quickly turning his head, Steve watched in amazement as he saw his brother's cock still shooting into thin air as he was carried away by the two men -- one on each side holding him up by his arms and legs -- spraying cum onto the floor as he was put back on his own bed and tied face-down. Jeff kept up his own thrusting motions into his mattress even after his ball restraints were reattached, much as Steve had done -- as Steve had unthinkingly continued to do all this time.

Suddenly Steve felt a hard smack against his ass. It took a moment to realize that Rick was standing beside his bed and had just slapped his butt with one large hand. A smacking noise to one side was his brother getting hit by AJ. 

As both muscle men raised their arms in preparation of a second blow the Master's voice rang out, "You selfish little cunts! You were both released from your bonds! You could have run away and gotten help, you could have tried to undo each other's restraints!" In sync, two hands came down hard on the two unprotected, upturned backsides. "But did you do anything to get away, to help each other? No!" Smack! "You preferred and abuse each other! Each of you would rather have perverted, coercive sex with your own brother than risk your skins." Smack! "So now we'll just have to show you what happens to nasty, selfish little boys who act like that."

Steve had never been spanked, not once in his whole life -- his and Jeff's parents had never been ones for physical discipline when he'd been a child. When he'd been initiated into his fraternity in collage they had threatened the newbies with a wooden paddle, but that had been a bluff -- after much theatrics each young man had gotten nothing more than a light tap on his backside. And so, at the age of 23, it was something of a shock to feel as his ass was punished for the very first time in his life.

The yells, incoherent curses and pleas for mercy from the other bed showed him that Jeff probably hadn't had any experience on the subject either. It also showed him that Jeff's gag had not been replaced; but, just as the Master pointed out, while Jeff was begging for mercy, he was not begging to be released, nor was he calling out for anyone to come in and save them. At some point apparently AJ must have gotten tired of Jeff's cries because they soon stopped and were replaced by muffled sounds, identical to the ones coming out of Steve -- his gag must have been replaced.

The spanking did not actually last very long, maybe two or three minutes, and was not too severe. Steve knew this because when the spanking stopped the caning began -- some sort of stick was whipped against his warmed-up butt, striking high, low and on the sides of his ass-cheeks while behind his gag he moaned and begged, promising in his mind that he would be a good boy from now on if only they would stop, as tears of pain flowed freely down his sweaty face, his long, matted hair flying around as he tossed his head from side to side.

Once again desperate to distract himself from what was happening to him, Steve turned his head towards the other bed, looking through bleary eyes and strands of sweaty hair at Jeff's prone body as it was being punished. Tears were running down Jeff's face as well, mingling with the rivers of sweat pouring off him, his eyes were shut tight until suddenly they snapped open and looked directly back at Steve.

Time lost its meaning as the brothers gazed at each other, a strange connection forming between their pain filled gazes somehow helping them endure the pain.

Once again the voice booming around the room, "Beat those bitches! Make them bleed! Show them what happens to bad little bitch-boys! Punish those bad asses!" the voice seemed to actually grow louder as it spoke. "Oh, yes, you bad little boys, you're getting what you deserve now, aren't you?! Your mean, selfish little asses are getting it now! Getting just what they deserve, what they need! Bad little bitch-boys need to be punished! Beat them hard! Harder! The little bitches are enjoying it! They know it's what they need, and they want it harder -- so give it to them!"

The blows and taunts continued to fall unabated, growing harsher and faster as the frenzy increased. The pain, the humiliation -- it was like being fucked, Steve felt, losing his virginity all over again as he felt himself being used for another man's pleasure. And reveling in it. He was a fucking little bitch-boy; a bad little boy who was being punished for his misdeeds; a bitch being shown who's in charge. Steve's mind and body were at odds as his ass was desperate for the pain to stop while his mind was begging for the blows to fall harder, for the men to punish his bitch-self for being the little shit that he was. It was almost like being a separate person, watching from outside his body as a tied-up, cum-drenched slut-boy bitch was being whipped for his spectral-self's voyeuristic pleasure.

When the blows finally did stop, Steve actually felt disappointed.

"Well, now! I'd say the little bitches took it quite well, don't you, boys? You took your medicine like good little bitch-doggies, so you deserve a treat -- you're going to get to cum again! That's right! Of course, you're going to get fucked -- but you cunts prefer it that way, don't you? So here's how it's going to be: There's a line forming right outside the door of horny men, all of whom are going to fuck your hungry little cunts. And for every dozen men who cum up you, you bitches get to shoot off a load. Now, isn't that generous of me? Don't you think you should be thanking me for all the dick I've gotten together for you?"

In Steve's dazed state he wondered if it would count having 12 men shove up his ass all at the same time/ His body was so hungry for fucking -- it wanted dick even more than it wanted to drop a cum-load. And he really, REALLY wanted to cum.

"Hmmm! On second thought, maybe the bitches are too tired to fuck -- what do you boys think?" the Master said, his voice sly.

"Well, they certainly aren't putting up the fight they were when we first came in, sir," AJ said, smirking down at Jeff's limp body. "Could be they're all worn out."

"So maybe we should just let them loose, then? I'm sure you boys can handle all those horny fuckers yourselves, can't you?"

"Yes, sir!" both Rick and AJ replied. 

"If these bitches don't want all that good, swollen, cum-pumping, hard cock we've got lined up out there, me and AJ wouldn't mind lying back and taking it," Rick added.

Realizing that their special prize might be taken away from them, both brothers began thrashing around in their bonds, moaning and murmuring behind their gags.

"Why, I do believe these two bitches have something to say! Let's hear it -- Rick, take off Bitch Number One's gag! Let's hear him beg for his reward, like a good little bitch should!"

For once that night, Steve's brain was able to keep up with what was being said. And so, as soon as the black muscle-man pulled off Steve's gag he began, "Oh, please, please, Master! Please, let me get fucked some more! Please, please, I want those cocks so bad! My bitch-cunt needs more cock! Please, Master, please let me have more fucking hard dick shoved up my cunt!" Steve continued to plead with the still-unseen Master, knowing without a doubt that he would be deprived of all those pulsing, hard fuck-rods just outside the door if he could not convince the Master that he should have them. And he needed them, needed them so very badly.

Finally the Master's voice overrode his, "Very well, Bitch Number One can have cock, and will get all the hard fucking the men outside can pump into him. Now, let's see about Bitch Number Two -- do you appreciate the gift waiting for you behind that door? Or do you want to call it a night?"

Apparently Bitch Number Two didn't want to lose the chance at all those cocks, since he too began to plead for all the hard fucking he could get as soon as his gag was removed, thanking the Master profusely for his generosity in arranging for it all -- thanks which Steve wholeheartedly joined in, as loudly as he could.

At last the Master consented, "All right, my little bitch-boys! Since you've been given your punishment for your misdeeds, it would be petty of me to deny you some more of what you crave. But one wrong move, one protest or rude word by either of you, and BOTH of you shall be sent out of this room without any more sex! Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master! Thank you, Master!" both brothers exclaimed, wiggling with anticipation as they heard the door opening and the first two men entered the room.

For the next who-knew-how-many hours men kept coming through the open doorway. Some of them were well-hung, some had small to middling cocks; some were big, muscular men and some were small or flabby or old; some of the men decided that their bitch hadn't been punished enough and beat his ass with their bare hands, or with canes or belts they had brought along especially; some wore masks like the ones they'd seen in the big cabaret room -- had it been earlier that same evening? It seemed like a lifetime ago -- and some were bare-faced; some fucked their bitches' cum-dripping cunts alone, some took turns with another man, some fucked their bitch's face -- another cherry burst for Steve, and possibly Jeff -- some had their bitch manipulated to a position where double penetration was possible, and some had their bitch of choice raised or turned facing upwards and took their bitch-cocks into their own anuses or mouths. And true to the Master's word, after every dozen men each brother serviced the restraints came off and he was allowed to cum.

* * * *

Steve lay dazed and exhausted, face down on his bed, his restraints long since undone, though the cuffs were still on his wrists and ankles; his mind adrift, as it had been for quite some time. Something was wrong. 

It took his exhausted brain a moment to realize what it was: no one was fucking him anymore. His open, exposed cunt was empty, with no man standing nearby, waiting to give it another dose of good, hard man-dick.

Slowly turning his heavy head towards Jeff's bed and the groaning he heard coming from it, he saw that his brother was also lying alone, although he was face up. 

Rolling his eyes, too tired to move his head any further, Steve could see the mirror out of the corner of his eye and saw that they were completely alone in the room -- even Rick and AJ had gone away, having not only assisted the long line of strangers fuck the brother-bitches, but having slaked their own lust in their bitch-cunts several times more during the long night. Or was it daytime? There were no windows to the outside, and so no way to know.

"Ohhhh!" Jeff moaned, allowing his head to roll towards his brother, his eyes half closed, his mouth slack and his face covered in a mix of sweat and cum. "Oh, god, my ass! I don't think I'll ever walk again! It hurts so bad!" Opening his eyes wider, Jeff looked into his brother's eyes, "Steve, do me a favor," pant, pant, "C'mere and shove your hard-on into me -- that should make me feel better. C'mon, little brother -- my pussy needs just one more fuck!"

Steve himself didn't know if he would ever walk again -- he'd knowingly done his best to take even more dick up his cunt than his brother had gotten -- and anyway, if he did make the effort, shouldn't he be rewarded by being the one to get shafted? Bracing himself for a few seconds, working to get his voice back to working order after the abuse his throat had been given, he said as much, "If I come over there, it'll be so you can feed MY pussy, man. I need it just as bad as you do!"

"Oh, c'mon!" Jeff sounded petulant. Then his voice became wheedling, "How 'bout this? First you c'mere and dick me, then after you shoot a load inta me we'll change places. Soun' fair?"

"I think that's a very fair suggestion," a voice said from the open doorway. A very familiar voice.

"Dad!" both brothers cried out, seeing their father, naked, erect and holding a mask under one arm entering the room.

Coming to stand between the two beds on which his sons were sprawled, Talbot senior looked first at his eldest son, then at Steve. "Did you boys have a good time? I rather think you did, since, before this little party, the two of you would have been fighting over which one gets to DO the fucking, not which one gets to take it."




Gentlemen's Club Ch. 03



The shock of seeing their Dad, so calmly standing there looking at his naked, ravaged sons' bodies in a room reeking of male lust, sweat and cum -- neither young man could find his voice to answer. Looking at the mask tucked under his Dad's arm, Steve thought he recognized the blank blue oval as one of the men he'd been turned over for, one of the men he'd fucked after he'd shafted him -- he'd had sex with his own father? Somehow that was even more bizarre, more perverse than the notion of sex with his brother.

"Hey, there was a guy wearing that mask who sat on my dick!" came a faint exclamation from the other bed. "I remember, 'cause he'd just cummed up my puss- he'd just orgasmed inside me! That was you?!"

Walking over to Steve's bed, his father reached down to pull his younger son to a sitting position, painful as sitting was for Steve just now. Pulling Steve up to stand on wobbly legs, he then led him towards Jeff. "Yes, that was me. It was also me, calling the shots from behind the one-way mirror over there," he said, gesturing with his free hand at the wall-length mirror. 

Helping Steve climb up between Jeff's spread legs, their father helped one of his sons slide into his other son. "I used a voice distorter and amplifier, and there's a hidden speaker system all over this room. I'll also have you boys know that I was balls deep in a young man's pussy and taking the biggest dick in the whole building up my ass while I was ordering you both around." Seeing that Steve was buried to the balls inside his brother, Eric Talbot then climbed behind him and aimed his own erection at Steve's well-juiced ass-cunt. "You boys needed to be taught a lesson, needed to know what it was like to be the one being done-to, what it's like to be helpless." Father and sons began moving their hips, the boys only slightly -- they were rather exhausted, having spent hours and hours servicing other men - while their father moving with vigor, his lust fired up by the scene he'd orchestrated, his few orgasms throughout the night not having sated his libido.

Cumming a good-sized load into Steve's tired but gripping asshole some time later, he leaned forward to grate into his ear, "Now, Bitch Number One, you just keep fucking that cunt. Daddy's going to do something he's wanted to do all night, and he wants you to be a good little fuck-bitch and keep servicing that cunt."

Steve moaned, as much from the words as the feeling of cum once again shooting up his own pussy. And then his father pulled out and began sliding down his sweat slick body, kissing, licking and biting down his back before covering ever inch of his cum-covered ass-cheeks with slobbery kisses and hungry licks. 

Pressing his face into his son's crack, Talbot gave a long lick, from Steve's dripping balls to his lower back, moaning appreciatively at the taste of all the different men's cum which had accumulated there before lowering his face for a second long lick. At the third passage of his tongue along the well-scummed valley, Steve felt his father dip his tongue into the gaping opening which he'd so recently pumped, causing Steve to let out a hungry groan, his cunt once again feeling empty and neglected even as he continued to follow Daddy's orders and moved slowly in and out of the moaning man beneath him.

Now Talbot began using his teeth, nibbling on the edges of his son's well-stretched cunt-lips, grazing his overbite along the top of the crack to rake up the sweaty dry cum embedded there before allowing his tongue to dip more fully into that slime filled pit that was his son's well-used cunt.

Steve's eyes opened wide as he felt Daddy's tongue push into him, felt Daddy's lips press against the wide opening to his cunt and begin to suck. He knew about rimming, but he'd never done it himself or had it done to him -- this was certainly his night for finding out all the dirty, pleasurable things he'd been missing out on, making him regret all those years he'd spent insisting on just being a straightforward, get-your-dick-hard-and-shove-it-up-an-ass top-man. Now he felt his eyes cross, small moans and other involuntary noises making their way out his throat as he discovered yet another way to make his insides quiver with delight.

When he'd been told to service his brother a few minutes ago, he'd been sure that Jeff was their father's favorite -- why else let him just lie there and get what he wanted? But now, feeling his cock being gently milked in front and that wet, sloppy probing and sucking from behind, he felt like the luckiest boy in the world.

* * * *

"Rise and shine, sleepy head," a soft voice said, a gentle hand caressing his forehead. Opening bleary eyes, Jeff saw a large, muscular man sitting beside him on the bed, dark green eyes showing nothing but kindness under closely cropped red hair, stroking the hair off his forehead. 

"AJ?" he asked, his voice coming out a soft rasp. Although he'd been intimate with this man in ways he never would have imagined before last night, this was the first time he'd spoken to him -- the first time AJ had presented himself as something other than a marauding brute.

"That's right, that's my name. Now, can you sit up?" AJ kept his voice soft, his movements slow and gentle as he reached down to put one large arm around Jeff's shoulders and eased him to a sitting position. An involuntary groan escaped Jeff's mouth as the position brought what had been a vague ache in his ass up to a blinding flash of pain before subsiding to a not-so-dull throb. "Yeah, I know, baby. The morning after your first gang-bang always hurts like a son-of-a-bitch. But you have to sit up if you're going to eat your breakfast -- can't have a great piece of ass like you dropping dead of dehydration and food deprivation, now can we?"

As the stars brought on by the change in elevation as well as the pain began to disperse from his vision, Jeff saw that AJ was balancing a breakfast trey in his lap; a glass of water, a glass of orange juice, toast on a small plate, spreads in small dishes, a large covered dish -- even a small flower arrangement.

Off to one side, a groan told him that Steve had also been coaxed into sitting, with as unpleasant a sensation as his brother had had, and was now being fed by their other former-attacker, Rick.

"You should feel honored -- the kitchen doesn't usually do breakfast. Your father had to make a special request." Pulling the dish cover off, AJ showed Jeff a plate containing scrambled eggs and sausages. He then handed Jeff the glass of water with a softly spoken demand that he drink the whole thing.

Jeff drank down the whole glass of water in one long gulp. "What time is it?" he asked, his voice coming out a little more human now that his throat wasn't quite so dry.

"It's just after 7 a.m," AJ said, looking at his watch.

"Really? It feels like later -- my body's all stiff, and I could have sworn everything that happened last night took hours and hours," Jeff said, frowning in confusion.

Dipping a fork into the contents of the plate, AJ held up a forkful of egg to Jeff's mouth, which he dutifully ate. "It wasn't last night, it was the night before that. You two slept for almost a full 24 hours."

"We were starting to wonder if you two were ever going to wake up," Rick added, looking at AJ and Jeff before turning back to his task of feeding Steve bite-size pieces of sausage. "So when your Dad called this morning to ask, and the boss told him that you two were still doing a good imitation of coma patients, we got told to come in and help you back to the land of the living."

"Why are you suddenly so nice to us?" Jeff asked after swallowing another mouthful. The congenial tone the two men were taking this morning was a world away from their demeaning and threatening attitude of the night be... two nights ago.

"We're always nice, aren't we, Rick?" AJ said with a smile. "Most Dominants are -- it takes real empathy to really give a submissive what he needs, and we're two of the best in the house. It takes a special kind of kindness to be as cruel as some people need us to be, and it's more for the feeling of satisfaction at getting the right kind of reaction from a sub than from any feeling of power over them that makes this job so rewarding."

"All the orgasms are pretty good, too," Rick said with a small laugh. "But then, I haven't been in the business as long as my man AJ over there, so I guess I haven't had all the rough edges knocked off me yet -- I'm still in it for all the ass and dick I can get."

"So you two do this sort of thing all the time?" Jeff heard his brother's voice for the first time that morning. He sounded strangely at ease, not at all nervous and off-balance like Jeff was feeling.

"No -- that was most definitely my first Breaking-In party. The closest I'd ever come before was working a guy over with another Dom, and that was always on men who came into the room under their own power and with not more than two or three guys working on a client along with me," AJ said. "It was also the first gang-bang I'd ever been to where I had to stand by to assist while other guys did the fucking."

"Mmm," Jeff gulped down his latest mouthful with the last of his orange juice. "Tell me, were you there for the whole thing?"

"Yep, every humpy-pumpy minute of it," AJ said, getting up to a folding table that hadn't been there before this morning, and re-filled the juice glass from a pitcher of orange juice sitting there, leaving the tray in Jeff's lap.

"Can I ask, what was with the masks?" came the unexpected question from Steve. Jeff vaguely remembered masks -- their father had been holding one when he came to see them. It had added to the dream-like quality of the whole experience, the way some men's faces had been hidden by different colored and shaped masks.

"Oh, you don't know?" Rick sounded genuinely surprised, looking from his charge to Jeff, then back to Steve, before looking at AJ. "Are we allowed to tell them if they don't know? I'm not sure what part of the club's policy applies here."

"Well, I don't think it will hurt to explain that much," AJ said, a thoughtful look on his face. "Simply put, anyone wearing a mask was a paying client, anyone not wearing one was an employee."

"So, because our Dad was footing the bill, he got a mask, but because we were the ones being done to, we didn't?"

"That's not quite it, but I can't tell you more than I have -- you'll have to take it up with your Dad."

"But for now, no more questions -- finish your breakfast while we go call your Dad and let him know you're OK. I'm sure he'll tell you whatever you want to know when you see him."

* * * *

Blinking in the bright afternoon sunlight, Jeff could not believe this was the same street he'd driven to, less than 48 hours ago. His car was still where he'd left it, he was wearing the clothes he'd had on when he and his brother had arrived, as was Steve -- but nothing was the same, nothing at all.

Their father had come to get them after breakfast. He taken a cab to the Club so that the three of them could drive back home together, to answer any questions they still had -- not that Jeff could think of any, not after the interview they'd all had in Mr. Colbert's office, when the terms of their new club memberships had been explained to them, as well being given a general explanation about the Club itself.

It all seemed less and less real, out here in the sunshine, away from that well-lit room that reeked of sex. Although, he thought as he got into the car, sitting down definitely helped reinforce the reality of at least some of it -- he was still very sore down there.

But not so sore that he and Steve didn't plan on cajoling Daddy into just one more time around the world, just as soon as they all got home.



Gentlemen's Club Ch. 04



This story is a work of fiction.

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.

*

The two boys huddled together under the blanket; one, the blond, was apprehensive and shy while the other, dark of hair and eye, was boastfully bold and commanding. Both wore identical pajamas with a crest on the breast pocket -- a uniform of some kind.

The room all around them was dark, the only light coming from below them -- a flashlight. In its uncertain light the bold boy was pulling out his 6 inch erection, waving it at his friend.

"Come on, Westerly, I want to see who's is bigger," he said in a conspiratory whisper, tugging slightly on the slender erection in his hand, making it grow a little thicker.

"I don't know about this, Rochester," the shy boy replied, his face flushed, tearing his fascinated gaze away from the naked flesh before him to send a worried look around the room before his eyes, magnet-like, returned to his friend's hard penis.

"Now, now, Westerly, a promise is a promise," the bold boy wheedled, leaning in to the other boy and giving him a seductive look from under his lowered eyelashes.

With a loud sigh, the blond began undoing his fly, pulling out a not-quite-soft boycock and held it up in his fist.

"Well, that's no good -- they both have to be as big as the can before we can do a proper comparison," Rochester exclaimed, letting go of his erection to show how it was standing up by itself. 

"Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not tugging off in front of you, I don't care what you say," Westerly said defiantly, apparently not noticing that his hand was, in fact, moving slowly up and down his cock.

"I'll just have to get you up to snuff myself," announced Rochester. Before his friend had time to react he swooped down and began licking at the other boy's cock, his tongue swiping repeatedly at the head before traveling up and down the sides.

"What are you...? No! No! Stop, stop at once, I say!" the blond boy's blue eyes were wide with horror as his knob was being caressed, his hands both on the other boy's head -- but seeming to be holding him in place rather than pushing him away. "Oh, what a disgusting creature you are, Rochester! Oh! Oh! Hmmm," suddenly Westerly seemed to melt, his head falling back as the delicious sensations registered, drowning out his reservations.

Rochester spent some time licking and nibbling at his chum's growing hard-on, enjoying the moans of delight emerging from his friend as well as the taste of boy-flesh. But suddenly he pulled away, sitting up to stoke himself once more, a calculating look on his face as he watched his blond friend regain his senses, eyes taking a minute to re-focus as he began to look bereaved at the loss of all those lovely sensations.

"Oh, why did you stop, Rochester? It was beginning to feel so very nice," he complained, unconsciously rubbing at the head of his cock with one hand while pulling on the shaft with the other.

"And why should you have all the fun?" Rochester said loftily. "Perhaps you should show some appreciation for a friend -- especially since you said such wicked things to me while I was doing it." So saying, the dark haired boy pushed his groin forward, moving his hands towards Westerly's head.

Westerly offered a few words of token resistance as he allowed his head to be pulled down, moving slightly so that his mouth was placed squarely over the throbbing head, already leaking its nectar. Treating the cock before him like an ice-cream cone, he began licking at the head, seeming to savor the flavor of the clear fluid seeping from it before extending his tongue once more to lick at the shaft.

"Oh, that's it, Westerly! Use your tongue, up and down! Oh, oh, yes! Now take it into your mouth and suck it!" Rochester commanded, tightening his hands on the blond head in his lap, thrusting his hips upwards at his friend's mouth, which had fallen open in surprise at his words. Rochester wasted no time in slipping the head of his excited boycock into the wet cavity.

Spluttering and moaning, Westerly struggled to pull his head up while Rochester kept the pressure of his hands and moaned in appreciation at the delightful sensations.

Finally Westerly managed to lever himself up, coughing and panting, his face a deep shade of crimson. "How dare you, Rochester?! What did you think you were doing, making me take your thing into my mouth that way?" Despite his angry words, he made no attempts to move away, and his erection was still hard and throbbing in his fist.

"I am sorry, Westerly! But what you were doing gave me such a nice feeling, and I knew how much nicer being sucked would feel -- I simply could not resist. Besides, I wanted you to have the pleasure of feeling a throbber in your mouth, a feeling I myself have always found enjoyable."

"You're lying, Rochester! There was nothing pleasurable about it! You merely wanted to please yourself!"

"No, no! I'll prove it to you!" Holding on to Westerly's hips, Rochester plunged his face back down to his friend's groin, this time taking the hard boycock into his mouth and sucking strongly. Westerly's cry of surprise dissolved into a groan of bliss, his hands burying themselves in his friend's hair as his eyes closed tightly. His sounds of joy became louder as Rochester's head descended further and he began to take Westerly deeply into his throat.

Westerly's eyes were so tightly shut, in fact, and Rochester's head so deeply buried in his lap, that neither noticed as the door swung open and an imposing figure stood in the doorway.

The newcomer stood and watched the two boys sucking and being sucked for several seconds before flicking a switch. The boys sprang apart as the lights suddenly came on, showing them that they were no longer alone.

"Headmaster!" the boys cried out as they saw the newcomer's thunderous face. Neither had thought to grab hold of their uniform trousers, and so they were pooled around the boys' ankles leaving the two jutting young erections clearly visible.

"What is this!? I come here on my rounds through the boys' dormitory, checking to see that all is well with my young charges, and what do I find? Unseemly behavior of the most disgusting stripe! What do you have to say for yourselves?" the headmaster demanded, striding back and forth in front of the two boys trying to stand at attention, their hands twitching as the urge to cover themselves up warred with the demands of the stance that the arms stay at their sides.

"Sir, we must have wiggled out of our trouser in our sleep! We had both been sound asleep until the light came on!" Rochester quickly spoke up while Westerly blushed and looked down in embarrassment.

"Nonsense! I stood and observed you for a while before turning on the light. I saw you indulging in... in whatever perverted deed you were so diligently applying yourself to, young Rochester! And you were encouraging him, Westerly, in the strongest, most graphic language it has ever been my misfortune to overhear!" the headmaster continued to pace as he spoke, his face flushed with anger. "It would serve you both right if I were to contact your parents and tell them of your actions! It is only for the sake of this school's reputation that I hesitate -- that, and the fact that your behavior thus far leads me to believe that this is the first time you have done such a disgusting thing, Westerly."

Still keeping his eyes lowered, Westerly made no reply, while Rochester followed the headmaster's back and forth progress with his eyes, also keeping silent.

Suddenly coming to a halt to one side of the two boys, so he could look at both at once, the headmaster visibly came to a decision. "I won't call your parents." Westerly's eyes rose in hope to look at the headmaster's face. "But you boys must be disciplined! I would be remiss in my duties as an educator if I did not offer correction for such actions as I witnessed here tonight," the headmaster began to undo his belt from his own trousers. "Both you boys must bend over this bed and present to me your backsides."

Hesitantly, both boys turned around and bent over, presenting their firm, round buttocks to the appraising eyes of their headmaster.

Having removed his belt, the headmaster proceeded to put it to use, whacking it across first Rochester's backside, then Westerly's. He continued alternating between the two boys, spanking first one and then the other, his pace growing faster and the sounds of the belt meeting flesh growing louder. Louder too were the sounds of pain and protest coming from the bent-over boys -- "Please, sir" "I'm so very sorry, sir" "It will never happen again, sir" "Not so hard, I beg you, sir" -- although their pleas only seemed to inflame the man, inspiring him to greater efforts.

One unexpected side effect of the hard whipping and the fact that it was the headmaster's own belt being used, was that slowly the headmaster's trousers began to slip down his thighs -- exposing a monstrous erection poking through a gap in his undergarments. Not seeming to notice his own exposed state, the zealous educator continued whipping the boys, uttering further admonitions such as, "Oh, you bad, bad, boys, to do such dirty things! I'll beat the evil right out of you, I shall! Make your round, rosy little backsides sorry you induleged in such naughty things! Make your asses glow, make them burn! What bad little boys you are!"

As the beating continued Rochester reached out to his friend, his hand diving between the other boy's legs to begin fondling him, bringing his cock to life once more. After a moment of this, Westerly hesitantly placed his own hand between Rochester's legs, stroking him back. But this transgression only went unnoticed for a few minutes before the headmaster took note, and although he did not stop them from pleasuring each other, he did add this newest observation to his tirade, "Oh, you little perverts -- you like this, don't you? You know what slatterns you are -- you're reveling in it! I shall have to beat you harder, I see! Beat the naughty perversion right out of your firm little asses, make you sorry you ever played such games!"

A few minutes later, the headmaster suddenly stopped, the hand with the belt falling to his side as, for the first time, he seemed to notice his own excited state. As the beating ended, both boys turned around, still stroking each other's hard-ons as they took in the sight of their lewdly exposed headmaster.

"Oh, look what you naughty boys have done to me!" the headmaster cried out, gesturing at his prominent erection. "Rochester, get your little whore's mouth down there and suck it, while I concentrate more fully on this boy you were corrupting."

Rochester immediately stepped away from Westerly and, trousers still pooled at his ankles, knelt down in front of the headmaster, wasting no time in getting the fat cockhead into his hungry mouth. Meanwhile the headmaster reached over to bend Westerly back down on the bed, using both hands to fondle the blond boy's raised, reddened backside.

"Is he a virgin, young Rochester? Were you going to have your dirty fun in here for the first time tonight, if I hadn't come in?" Pulling the cheeks apart with one hand, the headmaster sucked on one of his fingers and then began easing the wet digit in and out of the boy's exposed, rosy hole. "Oh, yes, very tight -- you hadn't gotten in there yet, had you? Well, be a good little cocksucker and I shall allow you in there after I am done with it," the headmaster's voice grew louder with his excitement as he forced a second finger into the moaning boy before him, while below them Rochester was showing just how much he really did enjoy sucking cock, making loud, wet slurping noises as he moved his face up and down the huge, throbbing shaft.

Westerly's face was flushed , his eyes tightly shut -- whether due to embarrassment or in order to better concentrate on the sensations being induced in his backside was unclear. "Oh, sir! The feeling of your fingers is so very strange. When you touch me in there, why, it is almost like you are touching my prick, it excites me so!"

"You say such lewd things, Westerly! But don't worry, you'll get something better than fingers in a minute, my boy! Rochester, that's enough of your slobbering mouth -- go and fetch the grease I know you keep around here!" Rochester reluctantly pulled away from the manhood he'd been deep-throating and crawled under the bed, the globes of his own exposed, welt-reddened ass provocatively raised as he rooted around under the bed.

Meanwhile the headmaster bent down and pressed his face into Westerly's ass, flattening his tongue to lick up the boy's crack before pressing his face between the cheeks, his now-pointed tongue diving into the virgin aperture he had rhapsodized about.

"Oh, sir! Not your tongue! Not in there! Oh, oh, what strange things you do to me! What a feeling! Oh! OOOOH!" The boy, unable to contain himself any longer, shot a load of boycum onto the bed, pushing his ass back at the headmaster all the while as spurt after spurt arced out his twitching dick.

Just then Rochester resurfaced, balancing on one hand while holding a squeeze bottle in the other. "Here you are, sir. Shall I apply it to you, sir?"

A muffled sound emerged from the vicinity of headmaster's buried face which may have been consent, although the man did not care to pull away from the boyass he was enthusiastically eating in order to make his reply more clear. And so Rochester squirted some of the slippery contents of the bottle onto his hand and began massaging it onto the 10 inch erection which was still poking out of the headmaster's underwear. Reaching into the slit, Rochester pulled the accompanying scrotum out of the confining clothing, revealing a pair of hairy orange-sized eggs which he began to lick and nibble as his hands went back to rubbing lubricant onto the hard shaft above him as it leaked pre-cum onto his dark hair.

Finally, as Westerly's cock regained its rigidity, the headmaster pulled his face away from the sweet morsel he had been sloppily enjoying and leaned back a little. "Rochester, grease the boy's hole -- I would not have him suffer unduly at his initiation to manly love."

Still applying his mouth to the headmaster's balls, Rochester squirted more lube on his fingers and blindly reached up to press them against Westerly's dilated anus, stopping his lingual worship just long enough to make sure his hand had reached the right spot before turning back to his self-appointed task.

Once the headmaster deemed Westerly sufficiently greased, he moved Rochester's hand away and aimed his swollen member at the prepared opening. With a slow but firm motion he pushed into the no-longer-virgin ass before him, groaning in ecstasy while Westerly cried out in pain.

"Oh, sir! It hurts! It burns! Oh, please take it out, please!" Tears began flowing out of Westerly's eyes, his angelic face contorted with the agony of his first penetration.

"Be still, boy! All will be well if you just relax and hold still for a moment. I promise you, you will experience joys the likes of which you never imagined, once your body has adjusted itself to me," the headmaster said, running a soothing hand up and down the boy's uniform-covered back, his other hand holding tightly to his waist to keep Westerly from pulling away from where his sweet young backside was pressed against the headmaster's pubic hair.

Rochester, sitting on the floor and watching as the huge meat-pole disappeared into his friend, took himself in hand and stroked off in a fast rhythm. He suddenly got up and climbed onto the bed, placing Westerly's flushed face in his lap. "I know what will distract him, sir! Come along, Westerly, you owe me a suckling! And mind that it's a proper one, like the one I was giving your knob when the headmaster came in!"

Seemingly dazed, not entirely aware of what was going on around him and what he himself was doing, Westerly lifted his head slightly and proceeded to take Rochester's engorged 6 and a half inches between his sweet, pink lips, slowly suckling his way down the shaft to the half way point, where his lips were met by Rochester's hand which was gripping the shaft.

Taking Westerly's actions with Rochester as a signal, the headmaster began a slow withdrawal from the boy's tight passageway, pulling back until only the head of his cock was still embedded before slowly pushing back in. A loud moan forced its way out of Westerly's chest -- a sound not entirely of pain.

Soon Rochester was pumping his hips forward, fucking his friend's face while the headmaster fucked his ass, the fellated boy clearly approaching orgasm as wild, inarticulate sounds spewed from his mouth and he pumped faster and faster. The first spurt was deep inside Westerly's mouth, but Rochester pulled out for his next four spurts, which landed on Westerly's face and in his wide-open mouth.

Westerly's moans and groans of pleasure could now be heard quite easily as he began to plead once more with the headmaster -- only now he was begging the man to thrust harder, move faster, fill him deeper and deeper with his huge, hard cock.

The headmaster's orgasm built quickly after Rochester blew his load, his hips pounding hard against Westerly's young ass, his large, hairy balls swinging in a wide arc to slap against the boy's tight little nuts every time he slammed into the boy.

Both man and boy came together, the one shooting deep into the tight passage he'd just deflowered while the other shot onto the bed, both orgasms lasting for several minutes as the headmaster kept up his humping, pumping barrage against Westerly's backside, which in turn continued to stimulate Westerly's prostate and caused him to keep shooting his boycum.

Pulling away from the boy with a loud groan, the headmaster cast an appreciative eye on the dilated, cum-oozing asshole.

"Sir, did you not say I could have a turn inside him, once you were done?" Rochester said, breaking in to the headmaster's reverie. The boy's erection had not subsided after his ejaculation and he was once again fisting himself off.

"Why, so I did! What do you say, young Westerly -- shall we allow this rogue into you, see if he can offer you the same delight I did?" the headmaster said, deliberately stroking a finger in and out of the wet hole to keep Westerly in a receptive frame of mind.

"Well, sir, you were right about it feeling nice. So if you think I should let him in, I shall be guided by you," Westerly said, his face once again a picture of innocence -- aside from the drying cum smeared all over it.

And so the headmaster moved a few steps back, giving Rochester room to position himself behind his friend and enter him. Quickly pushing in to the hilt, Rochester immediately began a fast, hard fuck, his much smaller size easily moving within the wet and widened backside in a way which would not have been possible if it had not been breeched first by a much-larger weapon.

Westerly's second fuck lasted only a short while, and his groan at the feeling of Rochester's discharge was partly pleasure at the hot wetness injecting into him and partly disappointment at it being over so soon. "Oh, don't stop, Rochester -- it was just getting good! Do keep pushing just a little while longer, please!" But it was no good -- once he finished shooting the last dribbles of his load, Rochester stopped thrusting and pulled his limp, dripping cock out of his friend.

Slapping the spent Rochester on the back, the headmaster exclaimed, "A reasonable showing, young man. But since you did not please your mount as thoroughly as he would have liked, don't you think it only fair to allow him some sport in you own body?" Rochester began to give a coy denial, but the headmaster overruled him, saying, "Oh, come now, young sir! I know for a fact that you enjoy such things! Now bend your luscious young body over on the bed while I get you boys ready."




Gentlemen's Club Ch. 04



As Rochester complied, Westerly straightened up, his own boycock still hard and throbbing. "Oh, sir! Shall I really be allowed to put my prick inside of him?"

The headmaster squirted some grease onto his hand before reaching out to grip Westerly's eager young member. "Yes, my lad, you shall. And I expect you to give him a good seeing-to -- make him sorry he did not service you as well as I had, show him how it should have been done!"

"I shall do my best, sir, but I do not know if I will last more than a moment myself!" Westerly said, leaning against the headmaster as the man gently masturbated him with the lubricant.

"Now, Westerly, give me your hand," the headmaster said, holding up the lube bottle with his other hand and aiming a short squirt at the boy's offered palm. "Take some of that on your fingertips and press it into him -- even with a member as small as yours it is better to grease the opening and as much of the passage as you can reach, so as not to cause harm to your partner."

Taking the older man's words to heart, Westerly began to stroke lubricant into his friend, pressing a finger deeply into Rochester's backside before dipping his fingertips once more in the puddle of lube in his other hand and proceeding to feed one, two, and three fingers into the asshole before him, stroking the digits in and out slowly while Rochester let out a groan of appreciation.

"That's enough, I think! Now, let us position you so you may continue with your education!" the headmaster said, leading Westerly by his swollen cock to the ass which still contained his three fingers. "Pull those out now, my boy, so we can put in something that will feel so much better for you both!"

Westerly's introduction to the other half of penetrative sex went quite well, the boy allowing his headmaster to dictate the pace of his entry by holding him by the stomach in front and pushing against his lower back from behind, until he was fully sheathed, his lightly furred pubes pressing into the smooth cheeks he was embedded between.

The resulting fuck did not last very long, just as Westerly warned it would not. The boy tried to go slow, like the headmaster had done, but very quickly his passions overcame him and he began thrusting fast and hard, the headmaster having removed his hands from Westerly's body as soon as he thought the boy had developed a rhythm.

"Oh, how hot! How tight! Oh, the feeling -- it's even better than your mouth, Rochester! Oh, oh, I'm dying with the joy of it! Oh!" Rochester's rectum received its first cum-load of the night, Westerly's hips pumping furiously in fast, shallow thrusts as he came.

Next the headmaster took a turn inside Rochester, while Westerly climbed onto the bed and, at his friend's urgings, positioned himself under him, taking Rochester's leaking dick into his mouth and sucking an ejaculation out of him which he made sure to swallow before coming up for air. Seeing that the headmaster was still thrusting at a moderate pace inside his chum, Westerly then allowed Rochester to convince him to take his, Rochester's, prick up his back passage again. This was quickly accomplished and soon all three were crying out as two of them came inside a hot, young ass and Westerly shot off into Rochester's stroking hand.

For the next few hours every combination possible between three men was performed -- each boy fucking their headmaster while the older man sucked off the other boy; each of the boys taking center in a three-way copulation where the headmaster fucked their asses while they fucked the other boy or vice-versa; one of the three of them getting fucked and sucked at the same time; one of them sucking and fucking at the same time; occasionally one of them, most often the headmaster, would sit off to one side and watched while the other two took pleasure in each other orally or anally, waiting for his spent rod to recharge -- encouraged by the sight he was witnessing.

Every form of male debauchery was diligently taught to a willing and eager young Westerly, and demonstrations were repeated again and again, to be sure that he had taken it all in.

Finally, after his latest ejaculation up Rochester's willing backside, the headmaster had both boys lie on their backs, their well-juiced asses pressed together and thus their two young cocks aligned between them. Then, with great ceremony, the headmaster climbed on the bed and straddled Rochester's prone body, bringing his own cum-dripping ass -- he'd graciously allowed Westerly to throw a fuck into him while Rochester sucked on him earlier -- into contact with the boy's straining boycock. Reaching a hand between his legs, the headmaster grabbed both hard pricks in his large fist, squeezing them tightly together and making the two boys groan in pained pleasure -- by now they were both highly sensitive from all the friction their cocks had experienced over the long night. Keeping both slippery cocks pressed together, the headmaster inserted them into his waiting rectum, getting both cockheads in at the same time, to everyone's general satisfaction. Moving his hips up and down on the two impaling members, the headmaster bent down to whisper in Rochester's ear, "Well, done, my lad! This is the finest little stallion you've found for us to play with yet!"

* * * * 

Lying on his side on the bed with one hand propping up his head while the other one was draped over the waist of his co-star, David, Kevin looked up at the director. Sitting beside the two young men on the bed was an older, much bigger man, also mostly naked and, like them, covered with spunk.

"Excellent, gentlemen! Very good!" the director beamed at the cast, his face flushed with pleasure at what he'd seen. "I must say, Kevin, I was worried about working with someone with no previous theatrical experience, but you've worked out very well! If you can deliver that kind of performance every time, we may even consider you as a permanent replacement for Jamie, instead of just covering for him until he gets back from his vacation." While the director beamed at Kevin his assistant, having swallowed the last mouthful of spunk to shoot from his boss' twitching dick, got up from between his naked thighs and began drying the director's bared crotch with the towel he'd been kneeling on.

Kevin's fine-boned face blushed with embarrassed pleasure at the complement. "Thank you, Jerome! You know, I was pretty nervous, too. For one thing, I'd never fucked an older man before starting rehearsals here with you -- you took my cherry, Mike!" he added, looking at the man sitting beside David's feet.

"No kidding! I'd never have known -- you ride like a champ, kid!" Mike said, smiling fondly down at the half-naked blond before getting up to get a cup of water from the water-cooler in the wings.

"Say, Kevin," David said softly, his dark eyes puzzled as he looked up at him, "I know you're into Daddy-types, but you're honestly saying that none of them ever lets you top? Not even your Thursday-night regular? 'Cause I gotta tell you, guy, the man doesn't know what he's missing!"

"That's actually one of the reasons I said yes when Mr. Filbert asked me if I'd be interested in doing this show. I want 'Daddy' " -- Kevin deliberately emphasized the word to show that he meant it in quotes, keeping the truth of the title to himself -- "to see what I can do. You know, see if a little demonstration might wake up his 'inner-bottom'," Kevin waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "That, and the plot gives me a certain sense of nostalgia -- I really did get my cherry popped when an older guy caught me blowing a friend, and he said that if I didn't put out he'd tell my old man."

"Wow! If your real father could see you now, man!" David shook his head. He found the story very amusing, thinking how unlikely it was that the ever-horny Kevin would be forced into anything sexual -- the little slut had probably set the older guy up to catch him in the first place, just so he could get himself fucked. "Wouldn't he be proud of his little whor..."

"OK, that's enough talking, people -- time's a-wasting. There's only have another three hours till the dinner crowd starts coming in! That run-through was good, but I'd like to go over the dialog at the beginning just one more time before we hand over the stage for the dancers to practice on. Kevin, David, put your PJs back on and get into position." Jerome's assistant also got into position, kneeling between his legs and licking at his quickly reviving cock.

"Action!"



Gentlemen's Club Ch. 05



DAY SHIFT

Franklin Melville, host/waiter at the Club, was stuck with the twelve to five shift – and not the good one. He'd arrived at the Club at 11:30, had lunch in the staff room, had the guy who'd made the lunch on top of the table in the staff room, and then went on to his station at the desk in the entry room, knowing all too well from previous day shifts that that lovely little interlude with the cook was all the exercise his cock was going to get for the next 5 hours. Sigh.

Frank looked down at his uniform; his spotless, perfectly pressed shirt and tie (the uniform jacket not mandatory unless he actually had to let a member in, so at the moment it was resting on top of the counter in front of him); his hard-on poking up in the air from the gap in his chaps, giving him an accusing look out of its single tearing eye, the head and shaft a deep, dark red due to the snap-on cock-ring fastened around its base. The only sound in the room was the low level buzz of the vibrator he'd inserted into himself at 11:59. That had been over an hour ago, closer to an hour and a half. The thing was just sitting there, teasing his prostate and, together with the cock-ring, keeping him on edge.

The temptation to reach back and work the vibrator back and forth was a constant distraction – not that he had that much else to keep his mind off his ass. But he knew that if the boss should decide to make a surprise inspection and found him masturbating – even if he kept his hands off his throbbing dick – it could mean suspension from active duty for days, maybe even weeks if he was unlucky enough to get caught shooting off.

As it was, he sat on his stool, trying to read his book and just wait for the next three and a half hours to go by. Day shift was allowed to read on the job; but not to listen to music, play video games, watch TV or anything else that made noise – so that on the off chance that a customer came knocking he would be able to hear them, no matter how faint the knock was.

'Yeah, right.' Sigh.

'Don't think about the way your prostate is begging for just a little friction. Don't think about how easy it would be to reach down and undo the leather cock-ring, giving Junior a little breathing space, maybe give him a little stroke of encouragement for being such a good, upstanding boy. Don't think about that cute cook's ass, the way the guy moaned and bucked and shot off into the jar he'd brought with him while you stroked off inside him. REALLY don't think about that jar, since it'll only make you think about all those other dicks getting milked in the kitchen; about the day you'd been hired when the chef had tried to drain your balls dry while Mr. Colbert had pounded the staff of authority up you aching pussy...'

Frank was so caught up in his memories, he almost missed the gentle knock on the door. 

There it came again. Looking quickly at the monitor on his desk, he saw a club membership card being held up to the camera by the door, a hint of gray hair and pinstripe suit behind it.

For a moment, Frank froze, unsure what to do – this was the Club's version of a graveyard shift, nothing ever happens at these hours! Then his mind went back on-line and he reached for the switch to unlatch the door, at the same time hitting the button on his pager alerting his back-up (lucky bastard, got to screw around with the other staff members while Frank had been stuck behind this desk) that a member had arrived and, with luck, he would have to replace Frank at the door, before quickly pulling on his jacket.

As the man came in from the street, Frank got his first decent look at him. Like most members, he was a mature man – closer to 50 than 30, if Frank was any judge – dressed in an expensively understated business suit, his gray hair neatly cut and combed into place. The only thing not chiming with the look of quiet, competent sophistication was the hunger burning in his eyes as he took in Frank's lower body, as the host came out from behind his desk and approached him.

"Good afternoon, sir. Would you care to check your things and follow me inside, or is your business of a more urgent nature?" he asked, vaguely remembering the standard line he'd been told to give, well over two years ago when he'd been in training, in the event that a club member should come in during the day. This was the first time he'd ever had to use it.

Frank himself was closer to 30 than 50, a slight wave to his light-brown hair which was combed back from his face, framing his dark blue eyes. His cock was, according to one of the more poetic members he'd had the pleasure of serving, a 'succulently mouthwatering' fat 8 inches, and without a word, the current visitor proved his own opinion by immediately dropping to his knees and gulping the whole throbbing rod down his eager throat.

A slightly bemused look on his face, Frank looked down at the customer at his feet as Jason, his backup, came to the curtain that separated the entry room from the main room, his hands just finishing with his tie, his own cock sticking out of the gap in his uniform pants glistening with either spit or lube. Jason was professional enough not to barge in on the two men, but instead hid himself from the customer's view and watched – if the man made Frank cum, then it would be Jason's job to replace him at the entry room until Frank cleaned himself up and his dick recovered, so, of course, Jason had to be right on-site so he could spring into place as soon as the customer was out of sight. The fact that watching was a turn-on was completely coincidental.

The member at Franks feet looked like he was doing his honest best to choke himself, pressing his face into Frank's groin while his throat muscles milked the hard, swollen shaft buried inside him. Looking down, Frank could just make out that the man had undone the fly of his suit trousers, and was whacking away on his already hard cock – the sounds of the fleshy smacks were all-too clear even over the whimpering sounds coming from the man's chest, as well as the slurping wet noises of his mouth sucking hard on Frank's juicy cock.

One of the member's hands suddenly grabbed Frank's ass, pulling him still closer, as though the man suspected that Frank was holding out on him and truly wanted to get every last tiny millimeter into his voracious maw. As the hand got a tighter grip on one of his ass-cheeks, the fingertips came into contact with the handle of the vibrator which had been Frank's sole form of entertainment up until the man's arrival.

As he the felt the hard, vibrating plastic, the man pulled himself away and spoke for the first time, his voice a little rough from the abuse his throat had just suffered, "Turn around. I want to see what you've got in there!"

"Very good, sir," Frank said in his most professional voice as he turned and complied, turning to face away from the man and bending over to give him a better angle, "But don't you think, sir, it might be a good idea to continue this somewhere that doesn't have a door leading to the outside world?"

The man didn't seem to hear him, too engrossed in the sight of the pink handle sticking out from between Frank's firm, round cupcakes before he began to lick around it, pressing his tongue against the plastic, even managing to slip the tip of his tongue into the hole alongside it.

Suddenly he stood up and, taking a firm grip on the base of the vibrating dildo, pulled it out of Frank's ass with one hard yank. Frank did his best to stifle his cry of surprise and pain at the suddenness of the action and the friction it caused, his hands reaching out to grab at the top of the counter to keep him from toppling over. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the man had pushed his trousers down past his thighs and was now busy squatting down slightly and pushing the thoroughly lubed vibrator into his own hungry man-hole. Frank knew the exact moment the artificial cock hit his prostate, as the member seemed to lose all tension, a look of delicious pleasure spread all over his face.

Opening his eyes, the member then grabbed Frank by both hips and, just as brutally fast as he'd emptied Frank's back-pussy, he filled him back up, this time with his own twitching man-meat. By the feel of it, the customer had a very respectable 7 something inches of his own, though fortunately not too thick – just thick enough to make Frank feel it as the hot cock was shoved into him to the hilt, while not so thick that he was worried about internal damage. "Ohh!" an involuntary sighing-moan forced its way out his lips as the member's balls slapped against his firm butt. "Ahhh!" as the cock began to pull back out again, retreating until only the head remained before being rammed back in.

From the beginning the fuck was a quick, hard one. Frank didn't know if it was because the customer had obviously been primed before his arrival at the Club, or if he was just inspired by the buzzing 9 inches of thick plastic vibrating against his inner erogenous zones, but this was definitely going to be a quick cum on the customer's part – which probably meant that Frank himself wouldn't get the chance to shoot his own wad. Oh, well, he could at least enjoy the hard battering his prostate was receiving, as well as the grunts and moans coming from behind him as the customer pounded himself to orgasm inside of Frank's welcoming body.

"Ohhh, ass! Oh, fuckin' ass! Fuck! Gimme that ass! Oh, fuck!" What the man's moaned words lacked in originality they more than made up for in passion as he pistonned back and forth.

Frank only had a moment's warning before his rectum was flooded, the hot flow helping to ease the burning friction as his customer's hips speeded up even more for his climax. "Yes! Yes! Fuck, YES!!!"

Frank's own excitement was reaching a boiling point, although between the restraint fastened on his dick's base and the fact that he needed both hands to keep from being slammed into the counter he was leaning against – which would have crushed his erection in the most painful way if he let go – he couldn't give himself the kind of relief his customer was experiencing. Still, he'd take a flooded rectum over a dry one any day.

As the last shots fired from his buried cock, the man leaned against Frank's back, his death-grip on Frank's hips finally easing, his body slowly relaxing as he came down from his climax, panting breath whooshing against the back of Frank's neck. "Ahh, shit... yeah!"

Resting for a few moments, the customer then pulled himself upright, disengaging his spent cock from Frank's raw-feeling hole and bent over to pull up his trousers. After repeatedly trying, and failing, to pull them all the way up the confused look on his face only cleared as he remembered the vibrator still lodged deep inside of him.

"Allow me, sir," Frank said, gently turning the man around the reaching down for the handle. Slowly he pulled it out, his movements far more gentle than the member's had been when HE had removed the dildo from Frank. After he successfully pulled it free, the man finished pulling up his clothing and re-fastened them. He appeared rather embarrassed, now that it was all over, his eyes not meeting Franks, but looking down at the floor – or at Frank's purple, leaky dick. 

He seemed to find new inspiration at the sight and, licking his lips, the man once again went down on his knees and took Franks erection into his mouth for a deep-throated suck. Pulling his face away briefly, he kept his eyes firmly at crotch level as he asked, "May I?"

It took Frank's sluggish mind a moment to understand the question – did he want to take Frank's cock away with him as a souvenir or something? 'Oh, I see!' Looking at the restraint around the base, the member wasn't sure if Frank was allowed to spunk off.

Frank was more than happy to reassure him, "Members are allowed to do almost anything they wish, sir, so long as it is not illegal. I'm here to give you whatever service you require, sir. Would you like me to something else for you, sir?"

Finally looking Frank in the eye, the member said, "Yes. I want you to give me a mouthful, more if you can manage it, in ten seconds or less."

"In that case, sir, might I suggest you return to what you were doing so very skillfully only a few seconds ago? I can guarantee you'll get the mouthful, but how soon is really... OH, YEAH!" It took all of Frank's self-control not to grab onto the man's head as the most powerful suction he'd ever felt was applied to his cockhead, followed by a full, deep-thoated massage for his whole tingling shaft.

It might have been ten seconds. It might have been ten years. All Frank knew was that he was getting one of the most awesome blow-jobs of his life and, much like the fuck that preceded it, it was over much too soon – although, at least this time it was HIM shooting his wad into another man's willing orifice.

And just like that, the man was gone. It was a good thing there was no-one out in the street looking into the building, as Frank was retroactively aware that he had stood of full view of the doorway for the, admittedly brief, moment it had been open. It seemed to his sluggish mind that he had cum, blinked, there was a flash of light (the door opening and closing, showing the brightly sunlit street), and suddenly he was alone.

Or, almost alone. "Wow! And here I'd been led to believe that the day shift was a dud! Do they always suck you like that, or do you have to be a really good fuck?" Jason was lightly stroking himself as he moved from behind the curtains, the flush on his youthful face an almost unnecessary accent to how aroused the scene he'd witnessed had made him.

"Well, I'll tell you, man – I've done more than 50 day shifts on this job, and that was singularly THE most exciting one I've ever, EVER had! By a mile!" Frank smiled, reaching behind himself to finger his well-used hole. "And, by the way, get your hand off of that," he gestured with his free hand towards Jason's hand rubbing his throbbing cock, "You've got to sit behind the desk and cover for me till I finish cleaning up and get wood again. The idea is that there might be another club member coming in for a nooner while I'm out of commission. But don't count on it – lightning isn't likely to strike twice. But it is against day-shift rules for the guy on duty to get off unless it's for the benefit of a club member – and in case no-one told you, our boss likes to spring surprise inspections on day-shifters, and if he catches you spanking the monkey, you'll be in big trouble, whether you cum or not."

"Man, that sucks!" Jason said, reluctantly letting himself go as he sat down at the desk.

"Tell me about it! At least you're only here till I recover, not the full 5 hours. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a brief shower and see what's cooking in the kitchen," Frank said, licking his lips, thinking about all those jars of spunk being filled in preparation for the dinner rush as he turned and left. 


The next one will be a while, but it'll have some old favorites in it. Thanks to everyone who wrote in with their feedback and commentary.  You make it all worthwhile.



Gentlemen's Club Ch. 06



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"Oh, Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck! Yeah, Daddy! FUCK!" the blond boy lying on his back and moaning loudly was in his late teens, his even tan-line just starting to fade -- a testament to a summer spent outdoors. The only parts of his body that were not tanned were his crotch and ass -- rather like a neon target on a dark backdrop. 

He was lying on his back, but he was not prone; he was wrapped around an older man -- also naked except for a red and gold colored mask covering his face.

Aside from the boy's arms and legs on the man's back and waist, the main point of contact between their two sweaty, panting bodies was the masked man's hard cock, pounding its way in and out of the boy's tight, wet asshole, the man's cum-heavy balls slapping the boy's cum covered ass-cheeks with every hard in-thrust.

Beside the bed containing the two heaving bodies, seated in a plushly upholstered chair, was another older man, his mask a green and black pattern on a white background. While the boy's body clung to the man on top of him, his eyes were glued to the seated man; who in turn staring back at him as he gripped the arms of the chair. Both of them allowed their eyes to roam -- the man looking from the youthful, exertion-reddened face, to the shapely legs wrapped tightly around the rutting man, to the barely visible ass being so thoroughly seen to; the boy looked from the burning eyes just visible behind the mask, to the muscular chest and arms, to the leaking, throbbing, erect eight inches jutting up rigidly between the man's thighs.

The man fucking the boy began grunting rhythmically, fresh cum showing a stark white on the man's livid purple dick as it churned in and out of the boy, the sight and the squishy, wet sounds showing that a fresh load had been deposited inside of him.

Not to be left out, the boy gave a mighty yell as his own tight young balls released their contents out his hard boycock onto his heaving stomach and chest, his back-passage milking out every last bit of pleasure from its still-hard invader as it shuddered and contracted around the spasming cock.

Giving a final sigh, the red and gold masked man rested a moment before heaving himself up and off the boy to sit at the edge of the bed, looking at the man in the chair. 

"Thanks for the invitation. That really is one hot boy you've got here," he said, still panting to catch his breath after the work-out he'd just had, his slowly softening cock lying on his thigh, twitching in time with his still-racing heart. Taking a deep breath, he stood up and went to the doorway leading out of the room. Looking back, he wordlessly asked with a tilt of his head if he should close the door, pulling it shut behind him at the nod given him by the still seated man.

Both the room's occupants were still for a moment, taking in the quiet after the recent thundering climax.

"Oh, Dad! That was the best one yet!" the boy exclaimed, lying on his back and staring dreamily up at the red-draped canopy of the bed.

"Did my boy like getting his slutty little cunt fucked again? God knows, it was all I could do not to grab my dick and jerk off," Jeremy Grayson said, finally getting up off the chair and coming to the foot of the bed, bending down to lie between the spread legs of his whore-for-the-night, a.k.a. his son Kevin. Although wearing the mask around Kevin when they were alone was not necessary -- they both knew who the other was -- it gave Kevin a thrill to see his father wearing it while they had sex. 

Right now Kevin looked down through slitted eyes as his father's masked face was lowered to his waiting, cum leaking ass. In a night full of hot, horny activities this was undoubtedly one of his all-time favorites, as his father began lapping up a strange man's cum from Kevin's well fucked boy-pussy. By his count, this had been the third repetition of their latest game, and he was just hitting his stride.

That night Jeremy Grayson had arrived at his club at 19:30, as usual, and after he had been seated in the main room he had requested that his "usual boy" be brought to the table. He also asked his host to see to it that an announcement be made from the stage between acts. At the moment he'd been seated a rather energetic dance was being performed, a group of semi-naked young men weaving around each other about the stage to the sounds of some Latin-sounding music.

Soon Grayson's host returned with a naked and aroused young man -- Kevin. Without a word, Grayson pushed his chair back from the table and nodded down towards his prominent erection. Kevin immediately climbed onto his lap, facing towards the table, and quickly seated the hard member's member inside his pre-lubed asshole. The two spent the rest of the time until the dance performance ended sitting quietly, Kevin squirming gently back at his father while Grayson allowed his hands to wander up and down the boy's torso, stroking his taught stomach, pinching and pulling at his little, pink nipples and fondling his hard boy-cock, while Kevin's smooth back was rubbing pleasantly against his own hard nipples.

As the music died down and the dancers left the stage, a man in a host's uniform came on-stage. "May I have your attention, please, sirs! One of our members would like to inform you all that he would be interested in sharing his young companion later this evening. Sir, if you would have the young man stand up now?" the host looked expectantly at Grayson.

Kevin was not paying attention to the man on stage, concentrating purely on the pleasure being radiated from his prostate to his whole body, and so he was surprised when his father grabbed him by the hips and told him to get on the table and stand up. A disoriented Kevin did as he was told, disappointed by the emptiness he felt inside his boy-pussy as he was forced off that lovely Daddy-dick. He hadn't enjoyed his Dad's cock up his horny little hole since last Thursday (a quickie in the shower one morning hardly counted, in Kevin's opinion) and had been looking forward to shooting a wad seated on his father's lap while still in the main room.

The fact that a spotlight was now shining down on him from the stage area broke through his daze, and his lust-befuddled mind replayed what the host on stage had said. His father was actually going to share him! Slowly turning a full circle on the table, giving all the men in the room a chance to see what was on offer, Kevin smiled down at his father's upturned face -- this was going to be so hot!

"The member in question would like to have other members come to the room he and his companion will be sharing at certain intervals throughout the entire night. Anyone who is interested, please ask your waiter for details. Thank you!" With that the spotlight swung back to the stage and the host, having made his announcement, moved off it, allowing the next show to begin. Kevin sat down on the table, his feet planted on his father's chair and his twitching erection within easy sucking distance from his father's mouth. Bending his head down, Kevin whispered in his father's ear as the older man began licking at the pre-cum flowing from his son's prick, "So, what's the plan, Daddy?"

Pulling his head away from the glistening boy-dick, Grayson said, "I thought you deserved a special treat to celebrate beginning your first collage semester." Kevin was attending an ivy-league school which happened, by pure coincidence, to be within easy driving distance from his parents' home.

"First, I'm going to cum up your boy-cunt," he said, pulling Kevin off the table and back onto his near-to-bursting cock. Pulling and pushing Kevin's hips, he got the boy to ride him in a fast, hard rhythm before continuing in a slightly strained voice, the words forcing themselves out between pants, "Then ... I'm going ... to have ... some ... complete ... stranger ... shove his ... hard-on ... into your ... Daddy-cum ... filled ass ... and pump ... his load ... into you ... after which ... I'm going ... to give ... my little ... boy a ... tongue bath ... and clean ... off every ... last ... speck ... of cum ... from your ... body ... in...side ... and ... out ... be...fore ... I ... give .. you ... an...oth...er ... load ... of ... Da...ddy ... juice ... for ... a ... new ... man ... to ... fuck ... in...to," Grayson's breathing was quickening in time with Kevin's movements in his lap, the thought of what they were about to do tonight bringing them both quickly to a heightened pitch of arousal

"OH, FUCK ME DADDY!" Kevin cried out, his voice echoing around the room. The perverse joy of knowing the accuracy of the words was giving their sex together its usual edge -- and saying those words in a crowded room, surrounded by aroused men who were oblivious to the truth, was mind-blowingly hot. "Oh, Daddy! Daddy! Fuck your boy, Daddy! Fuck, Daddy, fuck!"

Both Graysons' orgasms hit within seconds of each other; Kevin's heated 7 and a half inches which was rubbing on his father's washboard abs began to shoot all over Grayson's chest and stomach, as well as his own, causing his inner muscles to rhythmically contract; the feeling of Kevin's convulsing boy-cunt brought off his father, which in turn prolonged Kevin's orgasm and caused his ass to keep milking and squeezing Daddy's dick.

Clinging to each other, the two men slowly came to their senses, their breathing still labored as they brought their faces close for a deep, hungry kiss which promised that, although they may have momentarily calmed their raging libidos, they were both far from sated and were very much looking forward to a long, strenuous night.

At the end of the kiss Grayson pushed his chair back, Kevin still seated on his lap with his slowly deflating cock still held inside his boycunt. Gently lifting Kevin off him, Grayson got to his feet and led Kevin towards the elevators. On their way they were met by Grayson's host and were given the key for the room Kevin had been assigned for the night. He also told Grayson that there had been several acceptances for his invitation already.

"Good. Tell whoever asked first that they can follow us up right away. I'll use the intercom to let you know when we want the next ones," Grayson said, smiling at his cum-splattered, leaky-assed son.

"Very good, sir. Is there anything else I can get you, sir?" the host said, licking his lips as he looked up and down the two nude Graysons' bodies, naked but for a layer of sweaty cum and a single half-mask.

"No, that will be all for now -- although, if we run out of invitees, I'll expect you and your co-workers to fill the gap."

"As you wish, sir," the host said, smiling deferentially and bowing them into a waiting elevator.

As the elevator door closed Kevin turned to his father and said, "You know it's quite possible that that guy will just pretend that no one else wants to play, just so he can get into my pussy himself." A wicked smile on his angelic face at the thought, "That's what I would do, if I were being offered a piece of ass as hot as this," he turned around and reached back with both hands provocatively to squeeze his own butt-cheeks.

"Maybe so, maybe not -- the serving staff is known for their discretion, as well as their pride in their work-ethic. But it really doesn't matter to me, just so long as your little slut-cunt stays filled all night long."

Grayson deliberately kept his hands off of Kevin until they were installed in their room. As soon as the door was opened, he grabbed the boy and threw him onto the red, plush bed-covers, immediately following and lying on top of him facing the other way.  

"Clean up this mess you made, boy! I want my body spunk-free -- aside from the contents of my cock and balls -- by the time your first stranger-fuck gets here!"

Kevin began applying his tongue to every part of his father's torso he could reach, licking up his own jism with long sweeping licks while Grayson did the same back at him, moving his body up and down as he licked at Kevin's firm young body, the cum-clean-up a mere excuse to taste the smooth skin of his luscious son's body.

Their feast was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door. Reluctantly pulling his head up, Grayson invited the newcomer in to the room.

The door opened and a tall, dark-skinned club member came in. The man was wearing a domino mask, painted gold and green, and sported an erection that was so dark it was almost matte-black. It was a good 7 something inches, and slightly thicker than Grayson's own -- it should give his boy a good time, he thought as he disengaged from the boy, allowing the stranger to climb on top of Kevin.

"Now, you be sure to give my boy a good, hard ride," he said, moving to settle himself in the nearby chair, placed to allow him the best possible view of the bed and its occupants. "Make sure that cunt gets all the fucking you can give it."

Kneeling between Kevin's widespread thighs, the man ran his hands appreciatively over his spit-shined chest and stomach. "With a body like this, I don't think there's a horny man alive who wouldn't want to pound this boy into the mat."

Reluctantly looking away from all the blond hotness at his disposal, the man started to reach for the drawer of the bedside table. Guessing the reason for the pause, Kevin reached up and grabbed his arm. "You don't need to lube me, sir. My Daddy," Kevin casually tilted his head towards Grayson, not looking away from the stranger's masked face, "already took care of that, and my pussy's all slick and ready to go!"

Returning his gaze to Kevin's cum-soaked ass, the strange club member slowly nodded his agreement. "Yeah, that's one wet pussy, alright! But it looks like it could use another dose of hot cream!" he said, positioning himself and reaching down with one hand to press his cockhead against the dilated, twitching orifice.

"Feed me, mister! Give me all you've got!" Kevin said, pushing up his hips to make his asshole more accessible, turning his head to look his father in the eye even as he offered his slutty body to the stranger. This was the first time his father had ever shared him with another man. Grayson knew that his son was fucking other men during his other work-shifts throughout the week -- Kevin made sure to tell him about any particularly well-hung or imaginative clients he'd had, as well as giving him a numerical tally of all the cocks he'd sucked and had screwed up his boy-cunt every week -- but this would be the first time his Dad was in the room while his little slut-boy got dicked by another man, and Kevin's already high sex drive was getting an extra charge out of his presence.

Looking between his legs, Kevin licked his lips as the stranger's hot member pressed against his nether-lips, the deeply dark-red head slowly gaining entrance to his spunk-slick hole, reveling in the feeling of having his ever-hungry cunt filled yet again.

A few feet away, Grayson was also watching attentively as a dark skinned cock squished its way into his boy's wet pussy, until the dark groin pressed wholly against the creamy boy-ass. The newcomer paused for a moment to savor his possession of the boy beneath him, and then began pulling out, ribbons of Grayson's cum clearly showing on his black cock.

The sight of the stranger's cock moving in and out, covered in Grayson's slime, became the focal point for Grayson's gaze for the next 10 minutes as the fuck began to pick up speed. 'That man is fucking my boy. My own son is getting fucked just a few feet away. That's MY CUM that man's cock is coated with, and it's FUCKING MY SON!'

"Fuck that cunt! Fuck him hard!" Grayson was barely conscious of the words coming out of his mouth, didn't notice the death-grip he had on the arms of the chair, or of the way his hips had begun to move up and down, fucking the air with his rapidly hardening cock. "Fill that cunt, shoot your spunk into that hot little fuckhole! Fuck him!"

At the sound of his father's excited shouts Kevin went wild. He had already been pushing back against the stranger's in-thrusts before, but now he wrapped his arms and legs around the stranger's heaving body, forcing the strange cock as far as it could go into him, rubbing his hard little nipples against the other man's chest and rubbing his hyper-sensitive, pre-cum spewing boycock against the slightly flabby stomach as it heaved back and forh.

"Oh, yeah! I've got you now, boy! Daddy's got you fucked real good, now! Give it up, bitch! Give it up for Daddy!" Rivers of sweat were running down the stranger's body, drops of salty fluid flying around the room with the force of his quickening thrusts as his climax was rapidly approaching.

"Yes, Daddy! Yes, fucking yes, Daddy! Oh, Daddy, pound that pussy, Daddy! Fuck that hot pussy!" Kevin was delirious, not knowing or caring anymore who was on top of him, only knowing that he was seconds, moments away from shooting his hot boycum, his slutty boypussy throbbing with pleasure as it was pounded into the mattress. "FUCK!!! YEEEEESSS!!!!!!!!!!" Kevin's back arched involuntarily as his boycock began shooting against his fucker's stomach, the first few shots reaching as far as his own chin.

Once again Kevin's inner muscles began to do what they did best, milking the throbbing hard flesh pounding away inside of him and bringing his lover over the edge into orgasm.

Seated to one side of them, Grayson held himself very still, knowing that if he so much as THOUGHT about his cock, he, too, would go off. And he had to save his cum for his boy's cunt.

For several minutes the stranger stayed buried inside of Kevin, his big ass twitching as he spurted inside the boy's spasming fuck-passage. Finally he heaved a massive sigh of contentment and began to pull away.

As he felt himself being emptied, Kevin mewed a weak protest and tried to hold on to the man, but his post-coital relaxation had set in too deeply, and he couldn't lift his arms enough to grab onto him.

With a final whispered profanity the man finished disengaging his spent member, a faint 'plop' sounding as he came free of the still-tight, cum flooded anus.

"Thank you for the invitation, sir," the masked man said as he rolled over, looking at the seated Grayson. "That was one hot piece of ass!"

"Oh, the pleasure was all mine, I assure you!" Grayson said, still gripping the arms of the seat. "I hope you don't think me too rude, though, if I ask you to please leave us -- I'm afraid that, while I enjoy watching, I don't much like to be watched while I do the fucking."

"I completely understand. Enjoy the rest of your night," the stranger said, heaving himself to a sitting position before staggering to his feet and slowly walking out the door. For the first time Grayson noticed that the door had been left open and that a host was standing right outside. The host took hold of the strange member's arm, steadying him, and, looking into the room, asked, "I'll just close the door, then, shall I, sir?"

"Yes, thank you," Grayson said, getting up from the chair as the door thumped closed and approaching the bed, with its prone and smiling occupant.

"Did Daddy's little slut like that?" he asked, knowing the answer full well, but wanting to hear Kevin say the words as he sat down at the foot of the bed, looking avidly at the gaping, oozing hole between his son's widespread legs.

"Mmmmm! That was yummy!" Kevin said, running his hands languidly up and down his cum-smeared torso, rubbing his own cum into his still-hard nipples and toned stomach. Narrowing his eyes, he looked at his father's swollen, throbbing, purple erection. "But I'm ready for the next course, now, Daddy!"




Gentlemen's Club Ch. 06



"All right. But first Daddy wants a taste -- I'm going to slurp up my son's slimy, sloppy, spunk-slick slut-hole; lick out your cum-filled, cock-loving, cream-crammed cunt." So saying, Grayson bent down while pushing Kevin's pelvis up so that his dilated pussy was pointed at his mouth. For the next several minutes Grayson stroked every part of Kevin's rectum that he could reach with his tongue, sucking up all the cum he could find, licking up every fold and ridge inside his son's back-passage.

Kevin gripped the bedding on either side of him as hard as he could, helpless moans pouring out his panting mouth, feeling like he would drift off the bed from the pleasure if he didn't hang on tight, the feeling was so intensely good. He didn't dare touch his stiffening boycock, knowing that he would go off in seconds if he were to do so -- he might well shoot off just from all the delightful sensations his father was generating with his skilled tongue and lips.

Grayson was in his own little piece of heaven, the twin smells of spunk and sweat overpowering his senses as his nose was jammed between Kevin's legs, moving up from his ass-crack to nudge at the swelling young balls where the musky smell of boy-sex was emanating so strongly. The taste of hot, horny ass, filled as it was with another man's cum, as well as traces of his own ejaculate, was driving him wild with lust. Every time his tongue thrust back inn for more of the rich, salty fluid his mind would supply the image of that dark, dark cock thrusting deeply between the pale cheeks into this slutty hole; his memory would replay the squishy sound of that cock's penetration as well as the meaty slap of balls and thighs against this creamy, soft ass his face was smothered in.

Finally, when he tasted more spit than spunk with his deeply embedded tongue, Grayson pulled his face away and climbed up Kevin's body, placing both hands, arms straight, on either side of the boy's shoulders. Looking down at Kevin's lust-hazy eyes with his own smoldering gaze, Grayson rubbed his burning erection against the slick stomach beneath him, adding his pre-cum to the puddles of spunk already there, teasing them both just a little bit more.

"Come on, Daddy! I give me more cock! Please, Daddy, give it to me! I need it!" Kevin began to wiggle and writhe, pulling up his legs to make his hole more accessible and reaching down with his hands to take hold of his father's livid, throbbing member and aim it at the waiting target.

The excitement he had built up watching Kevin get fucked meant that Grayson did not have much self-control left -- it was all he could do not to shoot as soon as he found himself glans-deep inside Kevin's torrid insides, the hot tunnel only adding to the already burning heat his dick was feeling as he pushed in more and more of the shaft, moving as slowly as he could to keep from losing it.

Kevin himself did not seem to notice, or care, about his father's difficulty -- he only wanted to cum, and cum hard, while being shafted; to feel his insides soothed and massaged by a hard, meaty rod, rubbing against his joy-button; to press his own erection against a heaving stomach until his balls exploded. The fact that they had all night ahead of them meant nothing -- he wanted gratification, and he wanted it now!

"Oh, fuck that pussy, Daddy! Give me so more of that hot Daddy-cum! Fill me up, fuck me deep!" he moaned, his hand moving down from his father's cock to squeeze his swollen, tightening testicles, feeling the heavy load they contained and wanting it.

"You greedy little bitch!" Grayson grated out between clenched teeth. "You're just an insatiable cum-bucket, a starving fuck-hole, the sluttiest bottom in the world! You want another load of fuck-juice deep inside of you, you little cunt? Well, you're going to have to work for it, just like any other whore!" Grayson said, wrapping his arms around Kevin and rolling both their bodies onto their sides and then on so that he was lying on his back with Kevin sprawled on top of him.

Kevin's eyes widened in shock -- he'd been so into his own sensations, concentrating so strongly on the pleasure generated by his filled asshole, that the sudden shift from lying on his back underneath his father to lying on top left him stunned. A fact which allowed Grayson a few seconds of much needed respite in which to gather his powers of restraint, delaying the orgasm which had been rushing at him at breakneck speed only moments ago.

Kevin quickly came to his senses, realizing that if he wanted another wad shot inside of him he was going to have to make it happen himself. The thought of waiting his father out, forcing Grayson to resume his own movements rather than exert himself never occurred to Kevin, sex-mad as he was -- he just wanted his next serving of man-sauce, and he wanted it fast. And so he began to move.

First he pushed himself up, his arms levering his upper body upwards, and incidentally moving his pussy up a little on the swollen cock filling it, only to allow his body weight to push him back down the its base as he finished sitting up, refilling all the emptiness he'd briefly felt. Shit, that felt good!

Lying back, Grayson looked through pleasure-narrowed eyes at Kevin's firm, tanned body, enjoying the movements of Kevin's hips as he kept the friction of ass on cock going, the movements just enough to keep up the friction on his prostate. Grayson didn't mind, as his own sensitive cockhead was getting a good, hot workout out of it at the same time due to the talented muscles of Kevin's back passage. And Kevin's rhythm was speeding up, the boy leaning more of his weight on his outstretched arms so he could pump his ass up and down faster and faster, getting more and more of that lovely friction that was sending them both over the edge. Grayson allowed himself to go with it, welcoming the approaching climax, knowing that as soon as Kevin came he would stop moving, selfish little cunt that he knew his son to be; since, once he achieved his own orgasm, it would stop being worth his while to keep up his movements just to get his father off. So he would just have to make sure he shot his load first -- not a hard thing to do as he felt those soft cheeks slam repeatedly into his groin; the tight, cum-swollen balls hitting his stomach; and that hot hole gripping him more and more tightly, milking his dick for all the hot cream he had stored in his own tightening nuts. 

"Yeah, baby, yeah! Ride Daddy's dick! Milk the cum out! That's the same cum that shot into your mother to make your slutty little ass in the first place! And now my dick's fucking that ass! I'm fucking my baby boy's slut-ass pussy with my hard-on! Aww, FUCK!" Grayson always got off on his relationship with Kevin -- they both did, as shown by the way Kevin's movements became even more vigorous with every perverse word Grayson said, one of his hands moving from its supportive position to grab on to his swollen, throbbing, purple boydick, stroking it just as hard and fast as his rectal muscles were stroking his Dad's cock.

"Oh, Dad! Feed my pussy with your Daddy-cream, my hungry pussy wants lots and lots of Daddy-cum-cream! Fuck me, Dad!"

Grayson's hips were now moving in time with Kevin's, pushing upwards to meet every one of Kevin's down-strokes, making his penetration that much deeper as he brought himself off, orgasm just moments, seconds... "Ahhhh! YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

A fresh stream of man-cum rocketed into Kevin's tightly squeezing pussy, the feeling of hot fluids filling him and adding lubrication to the fuck helping him reach his own satisfaction as his hand stroked as hard as he could, causing a new stream of boycum to shoot out his dick, hitting Grayson square in the face with the first spurt, the later ones falling on his father's chest and stomach, Kevin's hand still moving fast and hard as it coaxed out every last drop.

Kevin was allowed only a moment to sit back and enjoy the sense of completion his climax engendered before Grayson started moving out from under him, sliding his body backwards to sit up against the headboard and leaving Kevin straddling, and leaking cum all over, his knees.

"Daddy's going to invite our next guest over to play, slut-boy. Now, why don't you be a good little whore and clean all this boycum off me while I do that?" Grayson smiled at Kevin's slightly dazed expression -- it was clear the boy had forgotten that any other men were expected. But after only a few seconds' hesitation Kevin moved his knees so that he now knelt between Grayson's spread legs and began licking his way up those legs, cleaning up the stray smears of cum from first one muscular thigh and then the other before working his way up his father's torso -- clearly keeping Grayson's crotch for last. 

In the meantime, true to his word, Grayson reached into the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out the handset of the intercom. Pressing a button on the machine he spoke into the receiver, "Yes, this is the member in room 11 -- the one who invited other members to join in. Yes, that's right, you can send the next man in now. Yes, I'm sure we'll be wanting company later than that as well-- Oh, fuck baby, work those tits!" Kevin had decided he was being ignored for long enough, and his father's erect nipples were the perfect way to draw attention back to himself as he licked and sucked at the sensitive nubs, looking his father in the eye as he ran his tongue all over first one cum covered nip and then the other, closing his eyes with pleasure and concentration when he started sucking. Above his head he heard his father gulp, gasp and take a deep breath before managing to return to his interrupted conversation. "What was I saying? Oh, yes, I'll let you know when we want the next man to come in. Goodbye."

Dropping the handset haphazardly back onto the intercom and quickly pushing the drawer closed, Grayson then used both hands to pull Kevin's face up to his for a deep, hungry kiss, tasting his own cum as his tongue plunged deep into Kevin's mouth.

Pushing himself away a minute or two later, Kevin began kissing and licking his way back down his father's torso, finally reaching Grayson's cum-smeared cock just as the door opened. Kevin didn't bother looking around to see the newcomer -- the man already had a perfect view of what he came here for; Kevin's well-fucked ass was raised and ready as he knelt between his father's thighs and began sucking the soft but already thickening cum-smeared cock. When a pair of hands grabbed Kevin's hips and a slippery cockhead pressed against his sphincter, Kevin took it as a signal to start swallowing, sucking down Grayson's veiny pole till the whole thing was in his mouth and inching its way down his cocksucking throat.

Grayson himself did not pay his son's latest lover much attention -- just enough to see that he was decently equipped and was able to enter Kevin's cunt without undo difficulty. While his eyes did often stray to the sight of the latest new cock thrusting in and out of that hot little cum-covered ass, most of his attention was taken up with Kevin's head, and the way he was giving head. Grayson's hands both wrapped around the sides of Kevin's head, just behind his ears, and was guiding his son's voracious mouth up and down on his throbbing, rapidly recovering erection. The shaft was starting to feel rather over-sensitive, but that just added to the overall excitement as he watched those beautiful pink lips, usually so full and sensual but now looking so thin as they stretched around his girth, moving slowly up and down; the silky feeling of Kevin's hair, which he had allowed to grow long during the summer months so that it now hung under his ears on the sides and stated to hide his eyes in front -- the slightly obscured look corresponded to Grayson's own masked visage and flipping the older man's switch in a big way. His son looked so very wanton as he briefly opened his eyes to look at his father through that blond fringe before closing them once more.

"God, what a talented cocksucker you are, boy! It almost feels like you're drawing my balls up through the cum-tube! Keep it up, Daddy's got a nice, big load getting ready just for you!"

Behind his closed lids, Kevin's eyes were crossing from the intensity of the pleasure as both his fuckholes were filled with hot, throbbing meat; the taste of his father's pre-cum -- which he was convinced tasted better than any other man's, and could only be beaten by the taste of Grayson's actual cum -- the feeling of fullness in his throat, combined with having his his cunt rhythmically filled and emptied by a stranger he hadn't even looked at -- a thrill all in itself -- was driving him wild with lust, which he expressed by milking both invaders as thoroughly as he could, working his tongue and throat muscles in front and tightening every muscle he could in back, paying special attention to making his sphincter as tight as possible every time the stranger pulled out.

Their latest guest did not appear very talkative, his only vocalizations coming out as grunts and moans as he slowly began picking up speed, his groin and thighs slapping against Kevin's tight backside more and more loudly as his thrusts grew in force and speed, forcing near-delirious moans of pleasure from the boy he was pummeling.

Once more lost in the mind-numbing pleasures of sex, Kevin lost all sense of time, his awareness centered purely on the physical sensations he was experiencing. 'Fuck that ass! Cram that throat! Give me more! Cum inside of me!' he wanted to scream -- but the lovely, thick member lodged in his esophagus made it impossible to do more than moan deep in his chest. 

Suddenly an idea came into his head. The next time his head bobbed upwards he rubbed one of his hands along the spit-slippery shaft, getting the first two fingers good and wet. Then he slipped his hands down, past the swelling testicles and between the spread cheeks, teasingly stroking the hole he found there.

Grayson let out an appreciative moan as he felt the wet finger at his back entrance -- he knew that a little anal stimulation would only add to his pleasure as he was sucked, and so spread his legs a little wider, allowing Kevin greater access to his back passage. When the finger pushed in to the knuckle Grayson couldn't help but clutch at the blond head, pressing it deeply into his lap while letting out a deep moan of sheer delight. When a second finger joined the first he started seeing stars and knew that orgasm was just minutes away.

Kevin's attention was so focused on his task in front that when the pounding in his rear reached a crisis and the stranger started cumming, he did not automatically reach for his own throbbing cock, but let it remain, hard and leaking pre-cum onto the bedclothes, while the cock buried deep inside his rear shot off again and again. He was more interested in the cock in front of him -- and what his father might let him do in exchange for letting that cock shoot its own hot load.

With a swear and a slap to Kevin's wet and leaking behind, the stranger left, while the two Graysons were too busy concentrating on Kevin's suckling mouth and probing fingers to notice his departure.

Suddenly, with a great heave of his whole body, Kevin dragged his head off the invading member, taking his first deep breath in over 10 minutes. Resisting the pull of the hands buried in his hair, he looked his father in the eye and said, "Does Daddy like having his baby's fingers in his naughty little hole?" Kevin's two fingers were stroking in and out of Grayson's clutching anus while his other hand took hold of his spit-soaked, purple cock and gently rubbed it up and down before moving down to its base and gently squeezing. "Does Daddy want something bigger in there? Baby wants to give Daddy something bigger, something harder and hotter than any finger!"

Grayson was now squirming on Kevin's stroking fingers, his lust-fogged brain barely grasping what his son was saying. As the meaning of the words sank in, he realized that Kevin was holding his latest orgasm back as an exchange for penetrating his father. 

Now, Grayson knew that he could quite easily take back control -- he was a great deal stronger than Kevin, after all. But it wasn't like he'd never been fucked before, and Kevin had been hinting how much he'd like the chance to fuck rather than just being fucked all the time. He even recalled with some sense of pride how well Kevin performed in the play he got cast in by the Club's theatrical department -- although Kevin's character was the "Seduced Innocent", he had a scene in which he'd fucked an older man, and fucked him quite well by the look of it. Grayson decided he wasn't against seeing for himself whether the other man had been a great actor, or whether Kevin really was a good top-man.

"Reach into that drawer and get the lube out, baby boy! It's been a while since Daddy's had anything bigger than a finger in there."

Kevin did as he was told, while Grayson slid further down the bed so that he was lying comfortably on his back -- he wanted a good view of Kevin's face, as well as re-positioning to brace himself for what promised to be a hard, satisfying ride.

Getting the lube out of the drawer, Kevin very carefully coated his fingers with the lube before pushing two of them back into Grayson's waiting asshole, adding a third finger a few seconds later to further widen the opening while his father moaned appreciatively.

Pulling his fingers slowly back out, Kevin bent down to give a final suck to his father's throbbing member standing up before him, for luck. He then reached for the lube again and liberally smeared the slippery substance onto his twitching, pre-cum leaking erection -- the same erection which was going to be fucking his father!

"Ahh, that's right, son -- open up that hole, make it into a nice, wet fuckhole for my little stud-boy to fuck into! Show Daddy how much you take after your old man, what a good, hard stud-fucker you are!" Grayson was unable to keep still, his hips squirming from side to side as barely-familiar but pleasurable sensations radiated from his ass. He watched through narrowed eyes as Kevin pulled his hand away to squirt more lube onto his palm before stroking his own pulsing boycock -- his little boy's stud-pole, all hard and raring to go.

Kevin looked down at his father's asshole, now a wet, winking slot just waiting to be filled. He honestly couldn't remember ever being this turned on, other than that first time, weeks ago on his first night on the job, when he'd realized that it was his own Dad who had his dick up Kevin's clutching boycunt -- and now it was his father who was the cunt, and Kevin was about to dick him! 

Taking a deep breath, Kevin forced his hand off his cock, knowing that he'd long since finished applying the lube and had, in fact, been jerking off to the sight of Grayson's displayed anus. He knew that if he didn't slow down and stop stimulating himself, he would cum in just a few seconds -- possibly even before he got all the way into that waiting sex-pit. And he wanted this to be a real fuck, the kind his father himself had taught him was possible -- one that took a long time and made the bottom man cream himself without having his dick stroked. More than anything, at that moment, Kevin wanted his father to have an orgasm just from the feeling of Kevin's steel-hard boydick shoving in and out of his ass.

With that thought in mind, Kevin took a deep breath and lined up his cockhead with the waiting asshole, teasing himself as well as his father as he pressed lightly against it, without thrusting, for a couple of seconds while he smiled down at his father/lover. Grayson was looking back at him with burning eyes, the lust in them all too clear.

Slowly, knowing that any fast friction would make him lose his load far too soon, Kevin pushed into the tight, burning-hot opening with his eager tool. "Ohhhh!" the moan seemed to come from both men simultaneously as this new point of connection was established, as Kevin slowly thrust his swollen cock deeper and deeper into his father's slick and willing asshole. The pleasure of the perversity of their relationship was an endless source of stimulation for them both, and now they reveled in the addition of yet another taboo being breached as Kevin's balls pressed against Grayson's asscheeks, both father and son panting and gasping in lustful delight as full penetration was achieved.




Gentlemen's Club Ch. 06



"Damn, Dad, you're so tight!" Kevin grated between clenched teeth, desperately holding back the boiling cum-load his swollen balls were holding. He had to keep his movements slow as he pulled out, moving barely a fraction of an inch at a time, the pleasure was so intense.

"And you feel so big!" Grayson moaned back, "My little boy's not so little after all! That's a man's dick I feel inside of me, thick and long and filling me up so gooood!" Kevin had begun re-entry at this last statement, and the feeling of hard boycock pushing back into his body had Grayson panting and groaning with excitement. It had been some time since he'd had anything bigger than a finger up his backside -- certainly not for more than 10 years. 'The last time someone fucked me up the ass, Kevin was still in grade school! And now my son's all grown up and has his hard, full-grown dick shoved up my man-cunt and is fucking me with it!'

Slowly, oh so very slowly, Kevin allowed his movements to gain momentum, his hips moving at a faster rate -- a slow pace by most people's standards, but no longer a snail's pace as he was now confident now that he wouldn't disgrace himself by blowing his load within seconds. Although his father's continued moans, not to mention his tight inner grip, weren't helping his self-control any.

"Oh, push that hard boy-dick deeper! Oh, welcome back, son," pant, pant, "You came from inside me, when I shot sperm into your mother to make you," pant, groan, "and now my little sperm's come back into my body, fucking his way inside me!" moan, pant, pant, "You're going to give me back what I gave you, aren't you, son? You're going to give Daddy just as much --" gasp "-- cum as he shot to make you," groan, "right inside of Daddy's hungry cunt!" moan, pant, grunt, "Fill Daddy up as much as he keeps filling your horny little pussy! Fuck Daddy's pussy! Fuck Daddy's pussy HARD!"

"Yeah, Daddy! I'm fuckin' that pussy, fuckin' it like my Daddy taught me to fuck!" Kevin cried out, his hips gathering further momentum as his lust began to burn brighter. He was going to fuck his father's lights out -- show that Daddy cunt what a real man could do. Never mind self-restraint, never mind making it last -- he was going to make his father explode!

Looking down at the hyper-exciting sight of his teen-cock making its way in and out of Grayson's anus, Kevin also got a good long look at his father's dick, hard and leaking what looked like a river of pre-cum, his pleasure and excitement at their copulation very much apparent. The sight made Kevin groan, even as his thrusts began to speed up. "Fuck, Dad! You're really fucking enjoying this, aren't you, you dirty old man?! This is what you've been wanting, isn't it -- fat, hard cock up your cunthole?! Your cock's so hard, I'm surprised it hasn't fucking burst! But it will -- it's going to blow very, VERY SOON!" Kevin's hips began a hard, fast rhythm, his groin, thighs and balls hitting Grayson's ass with loud, smacking sounds every time his cock bottomed out inside his father's clutching fuck-tunnel.

Grayson had long since stopped being a passive recipient -- not only was he tightening his inner muscles, the better to feel as well as excite Kevin's hard, invading manhood; he was now also pushing back against Kevin's thrusts, adding to their force and deepening each penetration.

Although expecting it, Kevin's orgasm took him by surprise, not only by its rapid arrival but also by its overpowering feeling. "DaddeeeeEEEEE!!!!"

Kevin blinked, seeing his father's collarbone before his eyes and feeling silky chest hair against his own smooth chest, and realized that he must have actually blacked out from the force of his climax. His hips, by comparison, hadn't stopped moving, as they were pounding his still spurting cock in and out of the spasming asshole he was filling with boycum. Meanwhile, the feeling of hot wetness told him that, even if he hadn't matched Grayson for staying power, he had still managed to fuck his father to orgasm as his stomach was drenched with paternal cum.

Kevin stayed sprawled on top of his father for several seconds after his hips finally stopped moving, panting against Grayson's heaving chest as both men struggled to get their breath back after a truly mind-numbing fuck.

"Oh... baby! If... I'd known... you could... do that... I'd have... rolled over... for you... a long... time ago!" Grayson managed to pant out, a shaky hand rising to embrace Kevin's sweat-drenched back. "You want to... call it a night?... Or should I have... the next guy sent in?"

Although it took all his remaining strength, Kevin managed to raise his head high enough to look his father in the eye. "Oh... no, Daddy! You're not... getting out of... your promise that... easily! You said I was gonna get... fucked ALL... night long! Your pussy may be... feeling well fed... but mine's just... getting started!" It was partly bravado which made Kevin say it; and partly youthful confidence in his ability to, in fact, not only pull an all-nighter but to enjoy it -- he wanted all those cocks he'd been promised, all the anal pleasure that having his round, young ass repeatedly and thoroughly pumped would give him.

With a groan Grayson pushed with both elbows to raise himself up the bed enough to sit up, dislodging Kevin's spent penis as he did so and eliciting a groan from his son as he felt himself slipping out. Opening the drawer and reaching once more for the intercom inside the bedside table, Grayson spoke into the receiver, "Yes, this is me again. Send in the next one." 

Taking a deep breath, Grayson rolled Kevin's limp body off him, leaving the boy lying on his back, as he slowly, carefully swung his leg off the side of the bed -- his battered backside and stretched ass-ring protesting the motion -- and limped over to his chair, feeling Kevin's spunk running down the backs of his thighs. He gingerly sat down just as the door opened and the next stranger arrived.

Looking at the open doorway, Kevin at first thought he was seeing things -- the man in the doorway was 6'2", had a full head of graying blond hair and had a thick 8 inch cock. If it weren't for the different colors and shapes of their masks - Grayson's was a black and green Venetian mask which covered the top half of his face, whereas the newcomer's was red and gold oval which covered all of his face with just a small part missing, leaving his mouth and chin exposed -- he would have sworn that Grayson had just entered the room. As the new man came close Kevin saw that even his eyes were the same piercing blue color that Kevin shared with his Dad.

All at once Kevin's cock sprang up, the blood rushing into it so quickly it made his head spin even as his legs seemed to spread of their own volition, exposing his eager cunt-hole to this newest arrival.

"Oh, yeah, Daddy! Your boy wants that big, thick pole right up his fuck-chute! Give it to me, Daddy! Give your boy that hot fuckpole!"

The new arrival took a moment to absorb the delightful sight Kevin made, lying spread and eager on the bed before sparing a glance towards Grayson. "You sure you want to share this hot piece? I'm not sure I would, if I were you."

His voice even sounded like Grayson's - not exactly, but close enough to maintain the illusion in Kevin's mind.

Grayson had also noticed the resemblance between himself and the newcomer, and was equally excited by the prospect of watching this man on top of Kevin. "Oh, quite sure! I like seeing my little boy having a good time, watching his little cunt get filled -- you just be sure to give him a good, hard ride! Shoot a nice, big load for me to fuck into later!"

With a nod and a grin the stranger climbed onto the bed and began pressing his large erection against the waiting boyhole, quickly achieving penetration and pushing gently but quickly up to his balls inside Kevin's hungry ass.

The fuck progressed quickly, Kevin shouting encouragements as his cunt was stroked with the strange-yet-familiar-feeling dick, his eyes never wavering from the sight of his turned-on father on the chair. And, much like his father, his newest lover knew both how to pleasure a boy, and how to keep a fuck going and going and going. Kevin actually shot off a load even as the man on top of him was hitting his stride, the cock inside of him expertly hitting his prostate with every in-thrust. Not that it mattered -- the fuck was more than enough to keep Kevin hard, his spasming cock pressing itself against the newcomer's boycum-covered stomach.

Grayson himself was not immune to the eroticism of the sight before him, his cock slowly but surely regaining its vigor as the fuck before him progressed, as Kevin became more and more vocal and the other man's thrusts became more and more energetic and frequent.

After the thunderous climax which ended Kevin's third stranger-fuck of the evening Grayson knelt between Kevin's widespread thighs, eagerly lapping up his doppelganger's cum from his son's wide, leaking fuckpassage, looking forward to his next fuck up his son's ever-ready butthole. 

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 This story is meant to be a two parter – hopefully part two won't take me as long as this one did!

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Gentlemen's Club Ch. 07



Sorry it took so long but life got in the way ;-) Thanks to everyone who wrote to me - you know who you are, and I love you, too!

Warning - my next story is going to be postponed until I've gotten ten comments/feedback letters - and I mean it! A girl can only go so long without being told how great she is!

All characters in this story are over the age of 18. If gay male sex offends you - boy, did you pick the wrong author! 

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Jeffrey and Steven Talbot usually went to the Club together -- after all, they had been together the first time they'd experienced what the Club had to offer, having been tied to adjoining beds and ravaged by a pair of horse-hung Club employees. And then ravaged by a whole group of Club employees.

So one night when they heard that one of the other Club members was planning to share his chosen whore-for-the-night -- which meant, of course, inviting other men to fuck him during the night -- they were all for joining in. Not just because of the undeniable turn-on of being part of a fuck-train; but also due to the happy memory it invoked of their own first gang-bang, in which each of them had been on the receiving end of a long line of horny cocks.

Jeff looked across the table at Steve's masked face, seeing his hazel eyes -- which were so much like Jeff's own -- shining back at him in excitement. And while the excitement could have been due to the expert blow-job and prostate-massage Steve was currently experiencing -- like Jeff, he had a cocksucker working his tool under the table and a medium-large vibrator protruding from his chair and up his lubed asshole -- Jeff had no doubt Steve had not only heard the announcement, but had seen the boy being offered -- a cute blond boy -- and was every bit as eager to get at that pale, round, luscious ass as he was. His only concern was whether the member doing the offering would be willing to have two men fuck the boy at the same time -- the brothers always stayed together when they were at the Club, no matter what sort of sex they were indulging in.

As a sign that they were a matched set, the brothers had had their membership masks made in the same plain blue; which, in turn, matched the color of their father's mask -- only fitting, since Eric Talbot had been a member long before they had ever even heard of the place, and he had been the one to initiate their joining. And while all three masks were a plain, sky blue, each was a slightly different shape so that the staff would be able to tell them apart, since all three had quite similarly built. Their father's mask was a complete oval, with only a dent on the bottom pulling upwards so that his mouth and chin remained uncovered; Jeff, the eldest son and aged 25, had a mask which covered all the top half of his face, beginning at his cheeks and ending slightly higher than his hairline; Steve, the youngest brother at age 23, had only a basic domino mask which reminded him of various cartoon and comic-book heroes as it only covered the area around and between his eyes. Between the matching masks and their nearly identical physiques -- Steve had much longer hair, tied in a pony tail while Jeff's cropped hair had a natural tendency to spike up from his scalp -- they ever failed to draw attention when they walked across a room together, naked except for their masks.

Jeff now looked across the room at the naked young man being so prominently displayed on one of the other tables, the spot-light making his blond hair into a bright halo around his head, and causing what appeared to be a 7 inch erection to shine with the copious amounts of pre-cum leaking from its head -- the young man was obviously excited by being the center of attention. Turning his head back towards Steve, the brothers shared a look of agreement -- they wanted some of that.

About to raise his hand to call to their host/waiter in order to get the particulars about the proposed sharing, and to sign them both up for a turn at the boy, Jeff suddenly found both his hands moving as though of their own accord down to the bobbing head in his lap as his orgasm quite suddenly exploded upon him. Rocking his hips rapidly up and down between the invading sex-toy in his rectum -- he always ordered the "padded" seat, which meant a dildo build into the seat -- and his cocksucker's eager mouth, Jeff let out a surprised groan as he came. Opening his eyes, which had slammed shut at the beginning of his climax, he saw Steve throw his head back in ecstasy, moaning loudly as he, too, shot his first wad of the night into his own cocksucker. Only after both brothers finished cumming did they remember the offered boy and managed to signal their host.

"Robinson, we were both wondering about the details concerning that young blond -- what exactly are the terms for his use?" Once, not too long ago, Jeff would not have noticed the names of serving personnel; but his first visit to the Club had taught him better manners, just as it had done with Steve. He now always made a point of asking his host's name when he arrived, as well as the names of any other Club employees he came into contact with throughout his visit.

"Well, sir, the member is willing to share the young man with any other members who are interested, provided they stay in the member's assigned room during the encounter, with the member in question watching." Like all Club hosts, Robinson was dress in a combination of formal and fetish-wear, with his immaculately pressed and laundered dinner jacket, shirt, tie and shiny wingtip shoes; combined with a pair of black leather crotchless trousers, not unlike a pair of cowboy chaps, leaving his ass exposed in the back and his erect cock and balls visible and accessible in front -- a Host's ass was always well toned and discreetly but thoroughly lubricated and no Host was ever less endowed than 6 inches, and were never less than fully erect while on duty -- unless the member or members they were hosting had just caused them to ejaculate.

"Would he be willing to have more than one man in the room with him at a time?" Jeff asked, licking his lips and allowing his eyes to travel down to Robinson's hard, leaking cock, so conveniently placed at face level and looking like a perfect fit for Jeff's hungry mouth. Deciding to indulge himself -- after all, self-indulgence was what the Club was all about -- Jeff extended his tongue out towards the bulbous, shiny head and allowed himself a taste to the clear fluid oozing out of the little opening.

"I, ahh, am not sure about that, sir. Would you like me to go inquire?" Robinson asked, but made no attempt to move away as Jeff began lapping at his cockhead before moving his eager tongue along the shaft.

Looking at them with an amused look on his face, Steve said, "Not just now, I think, Robinson -- but do sign us up for a turn. Make sure it's some time late -- we both have an appointment to get our asses reamed out, and you know how the Dominators hate being rushed. Especially since it seems we're going to be late," he added as he got up to kneel behind Robinson, his tongue reaching out to begin exploring between the two high, lightly fuzzed cheeks.

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Jeff was still licking cum from his lips as Robinson left the brothers at the door of their appointed room.

No sooner had the two naked young men passed the threshold, then two pairs of muscular arms reached out to grab hold of each of the Talbots, pulling their hands behind their backs and holding them immobile.

"So, you thought you could start the fun without us, did you, you fucking, cocksucking bitch?" a harsh voice grated into Jeff's ear while a huge, throbbing length dug into his ass and lower back. "Who said you were allowed any dick just yet?" the man shouted, fastening a pair of handcuffs on Jeff's wrists before throwing the newly restrained man onto a nearby double bed.

Landing on his side on the bouncy bedding, Jeff looked back in time to see Steve, now also cuffed, being forced to his knees in front of a big, bruising, naked bodybuilder, a veritable tent-pole of an erection forcing its way past his younger brother's lips.

Seeing the way his own attacker was already slathering lube onto his stallion-sized, throbbing hard-on in preparation, Jeff's ass-pucker began to twitch in anticipation. That thing was going to hurt so good!

"Please, Master, I'm so very, very sorry! Please don't hurt me, please don't punish me!" Jeff began to plead, even as he squirmed around to present his attacker with his fuck-hungry pussy, bringing his knees forward and pushing his ass back to make the entrance as accessible as possible.

Meanwhile, Steve was still sucking on one dick even as a third man came forward and, grabbing Steve's hips and pulling on them, the newest arrival made the fellating young man stand up even as he continued to suck on the delicious looking dick in front of him. Looking like a human bridge between the two towering men standing both before and behind him, Jeff's little brother was given a 9 inch cock up his more-than-willing man-cunt.

Not that Jeff could complain -- the pipe ramming his fuckhole felt like 10 inches.

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Steve lay on his side, his right leg held high in the air, gasping and moaning as a extra-fat, 10 inch cock pumped and plowed its way in and out his already cum-filled ass. His own thick 8 inches were buried deep inside Jeff's hard-suctioning mouth, as his brother knelt at an angle to him while he, Jeff, received a combination dildo-fucking and butt-paddling. Both brothers were wearing tightly restricting cock-rings, and had not been allowed to cum since entering the room, more than 5 hours before. They still had their hands restrained -- Steve was cuffed to the headboard while Jeff's hands were fastened behind his back.

"Yeah, take it, bitch! Take up your red-hot ass!" Steve's own backside had been on the receiving end of a severe paddling only minutes ago, and his ass had been beaten to a deep lobster red.

"Raise that bitch-tail higher! Show me that fucked-up cunt! Show me that bitch-tail sticking out of your fucking hole!" Jeff's assailant demanded, his paddle wielding hand slowly gaining speed, hitting Jeff's reddened ass first on one cheek, then the other cheek before slamming a heavy blow directly on the protruding end of the vibrator and making it enter the helpless man further and further, even as his body tried involuntarily to expel it when his butt-cheeks were spanked.

Each brother had been on the receiving end of such treatment since they had walked into the room -- paddlings, bare-handed spankings, whippings; vibrator-fucking, cock-fucking, double penetration; being forced to suck cock, or cocks, or dildos; being forced to accept fellatio without being allowed the relief of orgasm. Each brother had had his throbbing cock inserted into the other's asshole at least twice, usually sharing the orifice with a thick dildo or with one of their tormentors' swollen erection -- which would cum into the fucked brother's ass, drenching the penetrating brother's painfully erect member with cum and making it look like it had shot a load, even though it had not. Each of the Talbot brothers had a veritable stream of cum leaking from his loosened man-cunt from all the fucking they'd taken, having reserved not just two, but four of the Club's most well-hung employees for the evening's fun -- thus guaranteeing that at any given moment there would be a hard, swollen cock ready and able to service each of their reddened, fuck-hungry bitch-holes.

"Yes, Master! Please, pound that cunt -- your little bitch needs it so bad!" Steve's hands were securely fastened over his head to the headboard, the cuffs padded enough that they would leave no lasting impressions on his skin no matter how hard his squirming caused him to pull on them -- which he could not stop his pleasure/pain wracked body from doing, moving back against his hard-thrusting assailant every time the man thrust in, trying vainly to pull away from Jeff's hot, sucking mouth as it futilely tried to draw the sperm from his painfully swollen balls -- the suction causing him more pain than pleasure in his cock's hyper-sensitive state. "Oh, so big! So hard! Fuck me, Master, fill me! Fuck it! Fuck! FUCK!!!"

"You disgusting little slut!" Terrance Morris, the owner of the 10 inch monster currently trying to rearrange Steve's insides, exclaimed, his thrusts coming in faster as his excitement increased. "You love getting shafted, don't you? Nothing in this world you want more than getting your cunt filled with dick and cum!"

Just then the paddle sounds stopped, but Jeff's moans, felt so vividly by Steve's overstimulated penile nerve-endings, did not stop, but rather increased in frequency and volume -- his assailant, Daniel Clemens, was adding his cock's girth to the thick vibrator already filling Jeff's rectum; and not by slow and gentle means, but in one hard slam which sent his engorged prick more than half way along its fat 9 and a half inch length into Jeff's already stretched sex-pit, causing Jeff to let out a particularly loud, if muffled, yell.

Steve closed his eyes, feeling like his brain would implode if he was given one more bit of stimulation; the combination of sensations in his cock and ass along with the blazing-hot sight of his brother getting double fucked already driving him wild with lust.

Suddenly Terry and Danny stopped thrusting, the room momentarily silent aside from the sound of the vibrator lodged firmly inside Jeff and the slurping produced by his still-sucking mouth. Confused, it took Steve a moment to realize the reason for the sudden stillness was that someone was knocking on the door to the room.

A moment later the door opened and Robinson hesitantly poked his head into the room, the rest of his uniform-clad body following a moment later as he displayed his usual poise despite the bizarre scene before him.

"I'm so sorry to disturb you, gentlemen, but I've just received word that the young man you'd taken an interest in earlier is now available. That is, if you both are still interested?" Robinson's tone was quietly inquisitive, his manner that of the impeccable manservant -- just as every Club host was meant to behave at all times, unless specifically instructed to act otherwise. His behavior did not in any way indicate that there was anything unusual in the sight of four naked men pressed tightly together in sexual intercourse while two more men looked on from the side.

It took Steve a moment to remember what Robinson was talking about, the strenuous activities of the night having erased any thoughts he had had about the young blond boy he and Jeff had seen earlier. Looking down his sweat-soaked body at his brother's cock-stuffed face, Steve raised a questioning eyebrow -- did Jeff want to keep this session going, or was he still interested in ganging up on that hot little ass they'd both gotten such a brief look at?

Jeff, though no longer sucking, made no move to pull his mouth off of Steve's erection, essentially leaving the decision up to his younger brother. Although he was two years older and more commanding in everyday life, Jeff was the more subservient of the two when they were at the Club together. There was something about being naked, bruised and leaking other men's cum that made Jeff want to follow orders -- and it was a rare visit to the Club that didn't see Jeff beaten and gang-fucked, while he begged for more.

Steve thought about it, his sphincter tightening on the monster buried deep inside him, his cock twitching inside the hot, wet cavern of Jeff's mouth. Then he remembered something Jeff had said earlier. "Robinson, did the gentleman who made the offer say whether or not he'd be willing to have two men come and use the boy at the same time?" There, that would decide it -- if the answer was yes, then they'd both go and have some fun dominating a young man while another man looked on; and if the answer was no, then they'd finish what they'd started with their own abusers. Either way, they would stay together -- although it did sound hot, fucking in front of an audience, like when he and Jeff had first come to the Club and had been gang-banged while their own father had watched them from behind a one-way mirror.

"Yes, sir, inquiries were made, and the member in question said he had no objections, so long as he himself was in the room at all times," Robinson replied, his eyes respectfully meeting Steve's as he spoke, even as his exposed hard-on twitched and drooled pre-cum from the sights and smells permeating the room.

"All right, then. Guys, I'm afraid we're going to have to finish this later," he said, first turning his head around to look at Terry, who still had his thick ten inches buried deep up Steve's own ass, then looking around the room at all the other Club employees. Terry and Danny both immediately began to disengage from the two Talbot brothers, causing them both to groan deeply as they felt their respective assholes empty out; Jeff giving an extra whimper as the vibrator was removed before finally pulling his face free of Steve's purple, swollen sex-pole. "I'm afraid there's a piece of blond ass waiting for us, and you know how rude it is to keep a bottom waiting to get shafted."

"Don't worry -- you can make us pay for it later tonight," Jeff added, sitting up and flexing his just-released arms, rubbing his wrists and shifting his shoulders. "Or, if the little cunt wears us out, there's always the next time we're here -- we'll sort it out with the management and make sure you're all here to show your displeasure the next time my brother and I come in." A wave of laughter and cries of 'Damn right, we will!' greeted this announcement as the two Talbot brothers rose, wincing, off the bed and, limping, followed Robinson out of the room.

* * * *

Kevin Grayson had been engaged in continuous sexual bouts all night. A whore at the Gentlemen's Club on Rose street, it was rather to be expected that he should be on the receiving end of several men's lust, even on the same night. But tonight was a Thursday, a day when he had a single regular client who secured his services for the whole night -- and no man, no matter how sexually gifted, could go all night without pause. Even when the customer's ardor was increased by the perverse fact of being his whore's own father, as was the case with Kevin and his Thursday night regular, Jeremy Grayson.

But tonight the two were celebrating Kevin's first semester at collage, Grayson having surprised his son with the announcement that he would be sharing Kevin's ass with any other Club members who would be interested in fucking it. And quite a few Club members were very interested indeed.

A routine was quickly established, where first Grayson himself would fuck Kevin's ass until father and son both came -- Kevin into the air and onto both their sweaty torsos, Grayson into Kevin's tightly clutching ass-passage. Then Grayson would contact the customer support center via the intercom, a device which could be found somewhere in every room in the Club -- in this case the bedside table's top drawer -- and tell them that they were ready for a new visitor to come in and add to the lake of cum rapidly forming inside of Kevin. Then, once the stranger finished fucking Kevin and left the room, Grayson would kneel between Kevin's widespread thighs for a deep, probing taste of the mixture of manly fluids leaking out of Kevin's stretched anus before once again inserting his own excited Daddy-dick into Kevin's eager boycunt for another vigorous fuck.

Kevin had lost track of how many men had come, cum and gone during the course of the evening. But he knew that there had been quite a few of them -- enough to tire him to the point where he must have fallen asleep after his latest incest-fuck with his father.




Gentlemen's Club Ch. 07



He knew he had fallen asleep because he woke with a start as he felt something hot, wet, and hard press against his lips. Looming over him was a man in a plain blue mask which only covered the area around the man's eyes and nose, leaving his forehead and the lower part of his face uncovered. Kevin had a moment to note this before the man once again pushed his pre-cum leaking erection at Kevin's mouth, this time gaining entrance and inserting his cockhead fully between Kevin's lush, pink lips.

At the same time Kevin felt a slippery cockhead press against his wet asslips, causing him to moan around the invading flesh in his mouth, which in turn caused the man kneeling above him to groan in appreciation at the vibrations his moan had created.

A few seconds later the man at his head pulled out, getting ready to change his angle in order to achieve greater oral penetration. As his line of sight cleared, Kevin saw that the man slowly thrusting into his boycunt was not, as he'd assumed, his father, but yet another man in a plain blue mask -- this one covering not only his eyes and nose, but also his forehead and temples. Kevin had time to note that his oral penetrator had a long, brown ponytail spilling down his shoulder before the man reinserted his prick into Kevin's waiting, salivating mouth.

"Oh, yeah, bro! This is one prime cocksucker we've got here! He's just hoovering away on my dickhead like it's the last cock he's ever going to get!" the man at Kevin's head said, his voice sounding strained and slightly breathless.

"Well," the man between Kevin's thighs grunted out as he pressed his balls tightly against Kevin's asscheeks, his cockhead twitching deep within Kevin's rectum, "The clutch down here is pretty awesome, too! I'd say he's got an even tighter bitch-hole than you have at the start of the night, and that's BEFORE you get your dick-hungry ass shafted -- from the wet and slippery feeling, it's clear this kid's had a few fucks pounded into him already! Oh, yeah, this slutboy was totally worth coming over here for!"

"You boys know each other pretty well, then?" Grayson asked, his voice coming from beside the bed where he was sitting on a plush easy chair, just as he had during almost all of Kevin's previous stranger-fucks

"Well -- ahh, fuck, that's good! -- as it happens, sir, that's my little brother over there getting his dick sucked. We've always liked sharing fuck-boys -- ohh, that's it, squeeze that fucker! -- and this place gives us a chance to share that, and anything else we want to! In fact, it was right here in this Club that I took my little brother's ass-cherry!" Kevin's eyes, which had been closed as he concentrated on pleasuring his penetrators, sprang wide open. He had always wondered if anyone else ever enjoyed a similar relationship to the one he and his father oh-so-thoroughly enjoyed -- the incestuous aspect of it making the sex somehow even hotter, each orgasm that much more intense -- but this was the first time he'd actually heard anyone else admit they had a sexual relationship with a close family member. 

For a moment he wondered if Grayson would now admit that it was his own son who was getting shafted by both brothers, but before Grayson had a chance to speak, the second brother chimed in with, "You mean, you were in on my first DOUBLE-fuck, big brother -- you and one of the big stud-fuckers they have on staff here, both of you shoving your cocks into my man-cunt! And that was after I got to be one of the first men to fuck your cock-hungry ass, which I did all by myself!" A pair of hands reached down to grip Kevin's head, re-positioning his head and holding him steady as the one he now thought of as YB -- 'younger brother' -- began to pump his hips, fucking Kevin's mouth and throat like a substitute cunt. "Oh, yeah, that's good! Swallow that hot sausage!"

"Well, I must say, you both seem to have a very unusual relationship, for brothers," Grayson's voice sounded much closer now -- from the sound of it, his father had gotten up and was now standing beside the older brother, where he could see both brotherly cocks as they plunged in and out of Kevin. As both brothers' thrusts became faster and harder, Kevin had to fight not to gag on YB's cock, which was already giving him trouble as he struggled to breathe around its girth.

Sensing Kevin's difficulty, YB pulled his dick out, giving Kevin a chance to draw in several deep breaths while he rubbed his slippery, throbbing length against Kevin's flushed, sweaty face. For the first time Kevin noticed that there was a tight-fitting, thin leather strap fastened around the base of YB's cock and balls. Thinking about it, he realized that he felt a matching strap rubbing against his asscheeks whenever older brother -- OB -- was all the way inside of his pussy. Kevin wondered at the use of cockrings -- didn't they know that the whole point was to fill Kevin with as much cum as possible?

Apparently Grayson's thoughts were along similar lines, as YB once more took possession of Kevin's salivating mouth. "You are planning on cumming inside the little slut, aren't you? I've promised the little whore all the cum he could take -- you two wouldn't want to disappoint him, now, would you?"

"Daddy's little boy wants some more cum?" OB asked, his tone taunting. Kevin froze up, stopping both his suctioning and his anal squeeze as the shock of the words hit him -- how could they know? Had his father already said something before he'd woken up? "Come on, slut, if you want Daddy to fill you up, you have to work for it -- so work that cock!" Relief flooded Kevin as he realized that the man had meant himself -- he hadn't guessed at Kevin and Grayson's relationship. Trying to make up for his momentary inattention to his sexual partners, Kevin bore down as hard as he could on the cock in his ass, causing OB to increase his thrusts to the point where his tight, cum-swollen balls smacked hard against Kevin's spread ass-cheeks. Kevin also did his best to tongue YB's cock as it pistonned in and out of his mouth

"I've often said to the boy myself that he takes his cum-injections too much for granted -- he thinks that all he has to do is open his legs and whoever's topping him will do the rest," Grayson's voice now came from behind OB -- probably getting a better look at the cock filling Kevin's hole. "But how do you plan to cum up him if you're cum is being held back by this thing?" Grayson's hand reached between OB's legs and cupped his restrained testicles.

"Oh, man, be careful -- I'm too sensitive down there already! Which is why I've got to keep wearing it until I'm ready to stop fucking -- I'll blow as soon as the strap comes off!" OB said, his motions slowing down, as though saying that he wanted the fuck to last made him remember how to best achieve it.

"Well, I don't know about you, bro, but I'm ready to shoot a load right now!" YB said. "Do you want him to only take cum up the ass, or can I shoot down his throat, sir?" Even as he was speaking, YB continued to thrust his swollen member in and out of Kevin's spit-leaking, wide open mouth.

"I'd rather he take it up his cunt, if it's all the same to you both," Grayson said. "I'm rather partial to cream-pies, and the hole you're currently using tends to swallow anything that gets shot into it before I get a chance to eat any of it up -- unlike his other hole, which, while extremely talented, hasn't quite picked up that skill yet."

"OK, then, big brother, time to pull out and let me in," YB said, although he appeared to be waiting for his brother to extract his dick from Kevin's pussy before he himself let his throbbing cock out of the warm haven of Kevin's throat.

With a grumble, OB gave one extra-hard thrust before pulling all the way out, cum from Kevin's last fuck with his father spilling out as he did so. YB immediately pulled out of Kevin's mouth, allowing Kevin one more chance to take a look at the throbbing, purple penis in all of its swollen, blood-filled glory. The effects of the cockring were very apparent, the veins standing out in sharp relief on the shaft where the blood remained trapped by the leather device. The balls, too, were swollen and dark with pent-up desire, the testicles pulled up in their sac and yet unable to unload their cargo. YB didn't give Kevin much time to admire his well-stimulated organ, but quickly moved into position between Kevin's splayed legs, thrusting his spit-soaked cock to the hilt in one hard shove. Both Kevin and YB gave vent to a great yell of pleasure together at the violent intrusion, and at the harsh, driving rhythm which followed.

After a few seconds of hard fucking YB turned his head to where his brother was standing by his side, clearly admiring his younger brother's ass as it moved rapidly back and forth, "Pull my cockring off, big brother! This bitch is hot and ready for a good dose of stud-cum, and it feels like my balls will explode if I don't deliver this load right NOW!" Even as he was finishing the sentence, OB bent down and reached with both hands between his brother's legs, deftly undoing the snaps which held his brother's restraint fastened. As the collar around the base of his inflamed sex was removed, YB gave a loud yell, both pleasure and pain clearly sounding as he gave vent to shot after shot after shot after shot of thick, scalding hot cum. His hips never slowed, even as his man-cream flooded Kevin's ass and began to backfire onto YB's crotch and thighs.

"Oh, fuck! Shit! Goddamn! Cumming, cu-uhhhh!" YB began to alternately gasp and yell, "Take it, you sonuva-BITCH! Milk out that hot fuckin' cum!"

Kevin moaned with delight as he experienced what felt like a firehose shooting up his boycunt, more cum than he'd ever had in a single fuck gushing deeply into his gut.

"Ahhhh, yeah, fuck me! Fill my ass! Shoot that big fucking load! Pound it in me so hard that I'll taste it! Cum up my slutty, whoring boycunt!" Kevin was so ecstatic at the feeling of all that cum pumping into him, he almost didn't notice when his own dick started shooting, his first spurt catching everyone by surprise as it shot past his torso onto his face. The second spurt, however, was shot directly into OB's eager mouth as the blue-masked stranger quickly moved into position at Kevin's side and sucked Kevin's twitching cockhead into his obviously cum-hungry maw, his lips making a tight seal around the hot flesh to keep any of the salty-sweet juices from escaping.

Turning his eyes away from the two brothers who were so thoroughly pleasuring him -- YB, who was still pumping jizz into him and OB, who was sucking and slurping at Kevin's shooting cockhead -- Kevin looked at his father, who was looking right back at him. Grayson's lust was clearly visible, even with the black and green mask covering most of his face, his blue eyes burning with sexual desire at the sight of all that young male lust fucking and sucking and cumming -- all for his and Kevin's pleasure. Allowing his eyes to travel lower, Kevin smiled at the more obvious sign of Grayson's desire as he took in the beauty of his father's fully engorged cock -- the idea that it had shot off the sperm that had made him never failed to excite and arouse Kevin, especially when it shot still more of that same sperm into his body; as it was clearly eager to do once again now, just as soon as his current lover finished emptying his balls.

In short order YB pulled out of Kevin. Grayson was so eager to take his place inside of Kevin's ass that he didn't even think to ask the brothers to leave the room -- or maybe the presence of another incestuous couple turned the old man on. Grayson didn't even bother eating out any of the cum overflowing Kevin's rectum -- he just aimed and shoved his throbbing, swollen member right into Kevin's well exercised cunt, immediately pumping away hard against his son's widespread thighs.

Meanwhile, OB moved his cocksucking mouth off of Kevin and knelt in front of his brother, who had collapsed onto the bed next to Kevin, licking and sucking up all the cum which was smeared on his younger brother's crotch and thighs, chasing every last drop of man-seed from his sweaty body while YB moaned and muttered encouraging deprecations like "Yeah, bitch, clean me up", "You like all that stud-cum, don't you" and "You're so fucking good at that, cocksucker". Obviously getting carried away, OB grabbed his brother's thighs, raising up his legs to get at YB's butt, obviously finding more to eat up as he pressed his sweaty, masked face between his younger brother's equally sweaty ass-cheeks.

Despite the many orgasms Grayson had already had that evening, the fuck he'd just witnessed had raised his excitement level to new heights; the thought that not only had he just seen a fit, well-hung young man cum up Kevin's pussy, but that soon the young man's brother would be adding to it, shooting his own cum-load alongside his brother's, was just so very perverse! Especially with the added sight of the two brother's so obviously and lustily enjoying each other right there on the bed beside him and Kevin.

Suddenly OB pulled away from his brother and cried out, "Wait!" Reaching his hand towards Grayson's groin, he grabbed the older man's cock by the base and squeezed, stopping both Grayson's frantic thrusts and the impending orgasm he had been hurtling towards. "I want to fuck into my brother's cum!" he exclaimed, his eyes wild with lust behind his cum and sweat covered mask. Then, more quietly, he repeated, "Please, sir, let me shove my cock into your boy's ass while my brother's cum is still fresh and add my load to it. Please, sir!"

Later Grayson reflected that it was a good thing that OB still had a stranglehold on his dick, because the mental image his words produced might well have caused Grayson to shoot off. As it was, he had to hold perfectly still while his cock twitched inside its hot, slippery sheath for several seconds before he regained enough self-control to pull out and, gesturing silently at Kevin's wide-open portal, he allowed the second blue-masked man to re-take his place inside the boy's cum-filled insides.

Kevin was somewhat disappointed when his father pulled out, but he was just as intrigued by the notion of both brothers' cum being pumped into him one right after the other. Craning his head upwards, he watched with avid interest as the purple, vein-etched, restrained cock slowly inched its way into him before, just as slowly, inching its way out -- now covered in a thin layer of white slime, YB's cum. A touch to the back of Kevin's head signaled YB settling himself against the headboard and pulling Kevin up into a semi-reclining position on top of his stomach and chest, so they could both comfortably watch as OB began to thrust harder and faster.

Grayson, too, was watching the fucking man, although his focus had wandered from the sight of the over-excited, cum-smeared cock -- which had certainly been as exciting a spectacle as he could have hoped -- to the trim, tight buttocks of the blue-masked man, pumping away as he fucked. Specifically, Grayson found the sight of the slight trail of semen leaking from OB's ass to be quite inspiring as the older man stepped behind him and began pressing his fingers between the high, round cheeks and into the already wet and more-than-willing hole waiting for him there. Realizing that there was no need for caution -- the younger man had obviously been thoroughly opened sometime earlier that evening -- Grayson took aim with his own cum encrusted prick and allowed OB's pumping motions into Kevin to cause him to impale himself on Grayson's own throbbing erection as his groin thrust back and forth.

"Oh, shit, yeah! Do me, Daddy! Punish that bad ass! Make that pussy meow!" OB cried out, feeling his open, well-lubed hole fill once again with hard cock.

"Yeah, mister, shove my cum up his butt! Fuck his bitch-cunt hard!" YB said, his reviving cock pressing against Kevin's spine. Kevin and YB watched for several minutes more while Grayson pumped into OB, who in turn pounded his livid, massively swollen erection into Kevin's well-used boycunt; Kevin occasionally closing his eyes to concentrate on the heady sensations of having his hole plowed, but always letting them fall back open to take in the sight of the masked man between his spread thighs and the older masked man behind him -- it was like he was getting fucked by both men at the same time!

"Oh, man, please, please! Please, sir, please let me...!" OB moaned incoherently as he bounced between father and son, cock and ass.

"Hey, mister," YB said, obviously understanding what his brother wanted, even if Grayson just took it as an invitation to pump harder and harder, "He can't cum till you let him out of the cockring! He won't take it off himself -- just like I didn't, when I was fucking this kid. We've been trained not to take them off ourselves -- you've got to do it for him, or he's just going to keep fucking till he passes out!" 

The idea made Kevin's head spin, getting fucked and fucked and fucked like that. But it sounded like the brothers may have been through something like that already -- surely YB would have said something like "he'll keep fucking till his nuts burst" or some other exaggeration if he weren't speaking from experience. And the point of the exercise was to get OB to cum up Kevin's cunt, not to make him fuck so hard he would lose consciousness.

"Is that what you want, you cunt?" Grayson's voice came out extra deep and harsh; his tone, as well as his use of profanity, a sure sign of his overpowering lust and desire. "Do you want Daddy to let your cock loose, let it shoot all its hot, thick cum inside that wet, tight, whore's asshole? Do you want to add a load of hot cum to all the fuckslime already swimming around inside of him?"

"YES! YES! PLEASE, DADDY! PLEASE, MASTER, SIR, LET ME CUM, PLEASE!" at the sound of the first "please", Grayson moved his hands off of OB's hips and reached forward to get a solid grip on the dick pistonning hard in and out of Kevin, Grayson's own hips never missing a beat as he took hold of the cockring and undid the metal snap holding it closed.

With a sound that was more a scream of pain than pleasure, OB let out the orgasm that several hours of hard fucking had build up behind the barrier of the restraining cockring. Kevin cried out in amazement as he felt the cum rocket up his well-used canal, seeming to shoot all the way up to his stomach as well as gushing out his wide-open ass as OB let loose, cumming harder than anyone had ever cummed up Kevin's whoring hole.

"Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Oh, Goddamn!" OB kept moaning and muttering to himself, just as he kept hosing down Kevin's love-tunnel, obviously getting off as much on the feeling of the hard cock still fucking into his own butt as the slipper but tight grip of Kevin's boypussy around his spurting prick, as he seemed to shove backwards even harder than he thrust forwards.

"Yeah, fill that cunt up! Fill my boy right up with cum! Fuck, YEAH!" Grayson bellowed as his cum began to spurt up OB's cum filled, pumping behind.

Meanwhile, on the bed, Kevin now found himself once more with YB's cock in his mouth as the younger brother clambered over him to get a bird's-eye view of OB's cum gushing from Kevin's hole, and incidentally swallowing Kevin's whole cock in one gulp along the way. The two youngest men in the room were excited enough by the sex the other two men were having that it did not take long before they were filling each other's throats with a fresh helping of cum.

*****

Grayson was back in his chair, the taste of both brothers' cum, fresh from Kevin's overflowing pussy, still in his mouth. His exhausted dick was once more on the path to recovery due to the sight on the bed -- Kevin in a brotherly fuck-sandwich as one brother lay beneath him and the other lay draped over him, both with their cocks buried deeply inside Kevin's asshole at the same time.




Gentlemen's Club Ch. 07



"Oh, fuck! So full! Too much!" the boy didn't seem to be aware of the words coming out of his mouth, his eyes rolled back in his head as he gave both of the throbbing invaders his undivided attention, "Yeah, work those dicks! Gimme! Harder! Yeah, both together, like that! Oh! Oh! OHHHH!"

The brothers were once again wearing their dick-restraints, and had already caused Kevin to cum twice when they had alternated their strokes inside him, one brother pulling out when the other pushed in and so on, and were now pushing into him together, their hands keeping a firm grip on the sweaty, toned blond as they battered their way in and out of him like one huge cock fucking away in his fuller-than-ever boycunt. It wasn't long before Kevin was spraying the man beneath him with a fresh load of ball-juice as they forced another orgasm out of his battered prostate.

"Oh, God, oh, my God!" Kevin looked at Grayson with wild eyes as his ass milked both cocks at once. "Oh, Daddy, I've got soooo much dick inside me! Oh, Daddy, this is the best present EVER!"

By the time the blue-masked brothers decided they were ready to pull out of Kevin, Grayson was ready to step up with what he knew would be his last cum of the night; no matter how stimulating a sight was, there was only so much sperm a man's body could produce -- even with the special cum-production improving diet he'd put himself on in preparation for this night.

As the brothers rolled away on the bed, coming to rest in a sixty-nine position a few inches away from where the exhausted Kevin was lying in a boneless heap, Grayson stepped up to kneel between the seemingly permanently-spread, muscular legs and thrust easily into the extra-widened hole.

Grayson slowly thrust into the thoroughly relaxed fuck-tunnel, the sound of his cock slipping in and out of his son's ass accompanied by the slurping and sucking noises of the other two men on the bed as they sucked on each other's cum streaked cocks, their pleasure in each other apparent in every dick-muffled moan and the vigor with which they went at each other, despite how tired they must have been by then. And every once in a while one of them would pull his mouth away just far enough to moan, "Yeah, suck that dick, big brother!" or "Swallow that fuckstick, little bro, just like that!"

All this meant that, although tired and thrusting into an asshole with very little friction left in it, Grayson was more than able to maintain his erection as he pumped and thrust into Kevin's slowly recovering rectum, all the cum he hadn't been able to reach with his questing tongue sloshing around his ultra-sensitive dickhead. The thought occurred to him that, with the extra widening the brothers had just finished giving Kevin's cunt, he could probably now manage to shove his whole face right up the boy.

Bending down to press his mask against Kevin's sweaty, flushed face, Grayson whispered in his ear, just softly enough that the other two sexual partners couldn't hear, "Did my baby boy like his fuck-marathon? Did Daddy's little slutboy get all the cock his hungry little pussy wanted?" Grayson's hips started gaining momentum, the sound of his groin and balls smacking against Kevin's asscheeks becoming louder and louder as his thrusts sped up. "What do you say, you little sperm-bank? Did all those big, hard fucksticks fill you up, or do you have room for one more deposit from your old man, Kevin?"

Moving to press his lips against Kevin's, Grayson noticed as Kevin's anus began to tighten once more around his pounding cock. Grayson pushed his tongue into Kevin's cum-flavored mouth while the boy's arm rose to encircle the older man as father and son shared a lusty kiss.

"Yeah, give it to me, Daddy!" Kevin moaned when they finally came up for air, "Fuck me, Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Every time Kevin said the perverse word, he tightened his slack back passage, milking his father's cock at the same time as he was inflaming his mind.

Moaning and grunting, Grayson's cum shot deep inside his son's reddened cunthole while a fresh load of boycum found its way from Kevin's tight balls onto his stomach and chest. Still unloading his own orgasm, Grayson collapsed in exhaustion on top of the boy's cum-smeared torso, his pumping hips the only part of his body capable of movement.

* * * *

Jeff and Steve Talbot relaxed against each other in the back of the taxi, the early morning light just beginning to brighten the world around them.

"So, do you think they knew each other from before?" Steve wondered aloud, speculating about the two men they'd left sleeping back at the Club.

"You mean, like, they'd been together before tonight?" Jeff responded, knowing what his brother meant but deciding to tease him a little.

"No, lame-ass," Steve said, pretending to be cross as he lightly punched Jeff in the arm. "I mean like, d'you think they were seeing each other, and the old man got the kid a job there? I've heard that members do that every once in a while," Steve's eyes lost their focus as he imagined having that kind of job. Wow, talk about a dream job, getting paid to fuck all day!

"Well, they did seem very comfortable with each-other. But I can't see anyone who's possessive enough to keep a lover, getting him a job where he's guaranteed to do a whole bunch of other men," Jeff said, licking his lips as, in his mind, he imagined a long procession of hard cock, all of which was aimed, not at the pretty little blond boy, but at his own horny hole. 

"Maybe they're related," Steve said, thinking of their first visit to the Club once again. "Maybe the old man's his father, and he got his son a job there in order to feed both their ass-fucking habits."

Both brothers thought about this for a moment, contemplating the idea of a man taking his own son as a lover in light of their own occasional sexual bouts with their Dad.

Looking each other in the eye, they both burst out laughing. "Naah!"



Gentlemen's Club Ch. 08



(All characters are 18 years old or older.)

Well, I promised that I'd post a new story as soon as I got 10 responses -- so here it is. Hope you all feel it was worth the wait :-)

Note for this story: I have a thing about using fancy language in sex scenes (as you may have noticed in Ch. 4) -- I blame this on the first erotica I ever read, which were "classic" erotica books from the Victorian Era, or maybe Elizabethan or Edwardian (these weren't the kind of books that mentioned real-world events, you know, so, even if I did know which of those name mean which time, I couldn't tell you when the books were written) -- and these books had a lot of the same stuff I write about, though they usually had a woman at the center of the action (note that I say USUSALLY -- you'd be amazed what those ye olde fuckers got up to!)

If that sort of language bothers you, I suggest you skip ahead to the part that says "Jason".

So, now that you've been warned -- on with the show!



SHOWTIME

The boy standing in front of the desk had bright blond hair and was dressed in a school uniform. He stood rigidly before the other occupant of the room, his angelic face serious, his blue eyes wide with earnest attention.

"Do you know why I called you in today, Westerly?" the middle-aged man seated behind the desk asked, looking up from the papers in front of him at the boy.

"No, Headmaster," Westerly replied, although the way he could not quite look the older man in the eye proving that he probably did have some idea.

"Well, I am afraid I have called your parents to come and meet me today, to discuss your behavior," the Headmaster said, his face stern.

"My behavior, sir?" the boy asked, worry obvious in the way his suddenly began to fidget.

"Yes, Westerly. I've been getting constant reports about your unseemly behavior with the other students -- I have had no less than five reports this week alone of teachers having sighted you exchanging a variety of sexual favors with several different young men from your age-group."

At the Headmaster's words, Westerly's face began to flush, his head hanging in shame.

"Why, Master Thomson says he actually caught you," the Headmaster looked down, obviously reading from the page on his desk, "on your hands and knees, taking young Rochester's manhood up your backside while sucking young Jameson so deeply into your mouth that Thomson could not see so much as the root of the other boy's penis. What have you to say for yourself, young man?"

"Oh, sir, I am so very sorry. But it is not my fault, honestly -- the other boys all heard what a pleasurable fuck I am, and it seems everywhere I go someone is waving his prick at me. Forgive me, sir, but I am too weak to resist all the temptation," the boy seemed to be honestly distressed, tears shining in his sapphire eyes, even as he gently rubbed at the tent which began to form in his uniform trousers.

"Well, I suppose a pretty young thing like yourself would attract more than your share of attention," the Headmaster conceded. "But it does not explain the manner in which you propositioned Master Thomson the moment Jameson finished ejaculating in your suckling mouth, my lad!" the stern educator added.

"Oh, sir, honestly, I wasn't thinking -- it was the way Rochester was pumping into me, the taste of Jameson's fresh seed in my mouth -- I simply couldn't stop myself from saying those horrible, lewd things to Master Thomson," Westerly said, dejection showing all over his face and stance, even as his hand moved more firmly over his groin and the fly of his trousers moved farther and farther away from his body.

"Well, I think you need to show me just how contrite you really are," the Headmaster said, slowly pushing his chair away from the desk to reveal that his own trousers were already open, his 10 inch long, 3 inch wide hard-on leaking clear fluid onto his stroking fist as he continued, "Now, bring that slatternly mouth over here and show me just how sorry you are, boy!"

As Westerly climbed onto his Headmaster's desk, pulling his own trousers down around his thighs to give his smaller stiffy room to grow, the lighting on the stage changed so that the space behind the Headmaster's office door, which had been dark until now, was lit to reveal a man coming onto the stage from the far side.

"Well, this must be the place," he said, looking around at the small part of the stage which was made to look like a waiting room. The man looked to be in his late thirties or early forties, and, like Westerly, he had blond hair and blue eyes. "It is a shame that my wife could not make it to this meeting, since this is her son and not mine that is going to be discussed, but that cannot be helped," he added to himself.

Turning towards the door, he said, "I know that I'm almost half an hour early, but surely the Headmaster will be willing to see me now." So saying, he took another step, which brought him up to the door. Raising his hand to knock on the door, the Headmaster chose that moment to cry out in his passion, "Yes, yes! Cumming!"

"Oh, he must have heard me arrive -- he has just invited me to come in," the man said, showing that he had misunderstood the shouted word.

Opening the door, the man was immediately confronted with the sight of a pair of bare, high, pale ass-cheeks wiggling enticingly from atop the Headmaster's wide desk, the boy's face hidden as he continued to deep-throat the monster meat the Headmaster was feeding him -- causing him to stop and stare in shocked amazement just past the doorpost.

As the door opened, so did the Headmaster's eyes, and for a moment both men looked silently at each other while the older man's hips continued to thrust into the oblivious boy's slurping, sucking mouth.

Quickly regaining his wits, the Headmaster reached down to grip the boy's head, keeping him from turning to face the newcomer, the Headmaster announced in a loud voice, "Mr. Gray, you are here early!" at the sound of the other man's name, Westerly let out a muffled squawk; his voice, as well as whatever words he had intended to say, blocked by the Headmaster's shaft, which was still half-way down his throat.

"Well, Headmaster," Mr. Gray said, unconsciously raising a hand to rub at his groin as his gaze wavered between looking the educator in the eye and staring down at Westerly's bare, quivering buttocks. "I arrived sooner than anticipated, I admit -- but I would never have guessed how, um, absorbing your prior appointment would be." Gray liked his lips, his eyes now entirely riveted to the young man's slowly undulating buttocks, the cheeks alternately tightening and loosening in unmistakable welcome.

"Oh, it's quite all right, Mr. Gray," the Headmaster said, letting out a deep groan as he felt Westerly move to swallow his cock all the way down his wide-open throat. "I think we may be able to conduct our business just as well now as we would later." A sly grin suddenly appeared on his lust-flushed face, "Perhaps you would like to make yourself more comfortable? I'm sure my young friend, here, would be more than willing to accommodate you."

"Well, he does look terribly inviting," Gray said before turning towards the door, his expression suddenly apprehensive, "But isn't my stepson due to arrive for our meeting?"

"Oh, no, Mr. Gray! I guarantee that young Westerly was not invited to our meeting, and will not be arriving any time soon. But, tell me -- is your charming wife likely to join us?" the thought didn't seem to bother the Headmaster as he continued to pump Westerly's face in a steadily increasing rhythm.

"No, no, Mrs. Westerly-Gray is not going to be joining us. My wife is visiting relatives out of the country -- has been for over a month now -- and isn't due back for another two or three weeks." Gray was pulling out his erection even as he spoke, its wide, 10 inch length an angry red as he pointed it towards its intended target with one hand, the other reaching out to fondle the pale pink cheeks before running his hand underneath the enthusiastically sucking boy to squeeze and stroke the boy's pre-cum dripping hard-on.

"Here," the Headmaster said, pulling a small tub of lotion out of one of his desk drawer, "You'll need this, I think. Although, I must admit, it is entirely possible that this particular boy may be well-slicked already -- he has something of a reputation here at school, and I would not be at all surprised if he had come to my office directly after being serviced by a large, hard cock."

Gray was now trembling with excitement, slapping down gobs of lubricant on the waiting ass -- Westerly helping by reaching back with one hand to pull his buttocks apart, still unspeaking and his face unseen by his Stepfather -- and pressing the slippery stuff in with two, then three fingers. Finally, with a quick slather onto his throbbing manhood, Gray pushed into the boy's lubed ass, a mighty "Ohhhh!!!" of pleasure escaping his lips as he slid down the hot tunnel. "Oh, good lord! I had quite forgotten what a boy's backside felt like! It has been so very long since I was at school, buggering and being buggered!" Taking a firm grip on the boy beneath him, Gray began pumping, his head thrown back as his pleasure quickly mounted.

As Gray's hips gradually began to pick up speed, the Headmaster finally gave in to the pleasurable sensations emanating from his deep-throated cock and, with a long, loud moan, began to unload into Westerly's gobbling mouth.

The lighting now changed, Gray's upper body was suddenly in shadow -- although his steadily thrusting hips and gripping hands were still clearly visible. In this new lighting Westerly pulled his face away from the Headmaster's still-shooting cock, aiming the purple, mushroom shaped, ejaculating cockhead at his face as he said in a loud stage-whisper, "Headmaster, however am I going to get out of here without my Stepfather realizing who I am?" Even as he spoke, Westerly made sure to keep pushing his backside back toward the welcome invader in his rear, soft pants and moans of delight escaping his lips in between the worried words. 

"Come now, my boy," the Headmaster said in a lighthearted voice, "It is your own fault for your predicament -- if you had not been so naughty, partaking in such lewd behavior, up to and including seducing you own Headmaster in his very office, you would not have found yourself in the position of being rogered by your very own Stepfather."

"My fault! I had come into this office innocently enough, thinking you wished to speak to me about my school-work -- only to have you wave your great, hard thing in my face. Whatever was I to do, other than do my best to give it pleasure? It was the same as when Master Thomson found me with Rochester and Jameson -- if I had not seen Master Thomson's thick, red cock, I would never have begged him to let me suckle it, nor let him take over filling my nether hole when Rochester finished in it a few seconds later!" Westerly's conflicting emotions were plain to see on his flushed, cum-painted face, as he kept closing his eyes in rapture, even as he tried to plead his case. "And now my Stepfather is sure to tell Mother all about my wicked ways, and I shall be forced to leave school in shame and disgrace!"

At this last exclamation the Headmaster chuckled and said, "Did you not hear him state only moments ago how much he is enjoying himself? How dearly he had missed those very pleasures which you were so crudely enjoying with your young friends and Master Thomson on a daily basis? Make him spend inside of you, and you need not fear that he will inform on you -- rather, he will do everything in his power to see to it that your indiscretions are kept secret. Also, if you give him pleasure enough, it will make him all the fonder of you -- just imagine the joys the two of you can enjoy when you return home for the holidays!" 

"Oh, oh! He does have a big one, does he not?" exclaimed Westerly, for a moment forgetting his worry over his predicament as a strong wave of pleasure washed over him from a particularly hard set of thrusts. Regaining his senses a second later, he said to the Headmaster, "It certainly would be fun to have this to look forward to when I return home, I admit. Very well -- although I would be quite happy to have this bout last for hours, I shall do my best to shoot off his spunk inside me. But you must promise that either he or you will give me a proper seeing-to afterwards, Headmaster!"

"Oh, I promise you, my lad -- your hole will not go hungry for pleasure. Here, I shall go lock the door while you milk him, so he cannot escape the moment he discovers who you are." As he said this, the lighting on the stage returned to normal, Gray's body once again fully visible, the ecstasy on his face all too easy to read as he tightened his grip on Westerly's hips, his motions fast and shallow as he neared orgasm.

But it was not Gray who reached climax first -- it was Westerly, the boy's untouched prick letting out five or six spurts of thick, creamy cum all over the Headmaster's desk. Collapsing his upper body after his unexpected orgasm, only the boy's backside remained raised, held in place by his Stepfather's hands and pounding cock. Muttering obscenities under his breath, Gray moved faster and faster until he cried out, "Oh, yes, lad! You are nothing more than a receptacle for my seed! No doubt you live only for the pleasure of having men spend inside you! Well, take it then! Draw out my manly juices deep inside your spunk hungry body! Ahhhh!"

Between the copious amount of cum shooting out of Gray's cock and the force he was still putting into his thrusts, Westerly's ass and thighs were soon dripping his Stepfather's semen.

"I say, well done, young man!" the Headmaster exclaimed. "That is, without a doubt, one of the most thoroughly serviced backsides I've ever seen -- and I daresay I've seen a well-spunked hole or two in my day." Moving closer, the Headmaster ran a finger up a glistening thigh, carrying the thick cream he'd collected to his mouth before sucking it clean with a loud slurp. "Ah, that's the stuff! And so much of it! But come now, sir; I admit this," he gave a light slap to Westerly's still-raised posterior, "is a wonderfully willing receptacle when it comes to the pleasures of flesh in flesh. But if you do not do something quickly, the poor lad's trousers are going to be a frightful mess." The Headmaster was, of course, referring to the fact that the heavy stream of cum running down the boy's thighs was already beginning to soak into the uniform trousers he still had bunched around his knees.

Rather than suggest that the boy remove the garment, Gray immediately bent down and began licking and sucking at the cum-covered boyflesh, his enthusiasm and pleasure clear in the speed with which he set about his task and the thorough way he chased down every last drop, even going so far as to drill his tongue as deeply as he could into the asshole he'd just finished fucking.

Such attention quickly had both his and Westerly's cocks hard and ready once more, both man and boy reaching down between their respective legs to stroke their re-awakening members as they gave themselves over to the pleasures of Gray's rim-job.

The Headmaster, too, had regained full erection. Reaching past Gray's bent form he grabbed the small tub of lubricant and quickly applied a layer of it to his engorged penis. Reaching around Gray's waist, the Headmaster undid the man's belt and yanked his trousers down and completely off, leaving Gray wearing his tailored jacket and shirt above the waist and only his socks and shoes bellow. Rising up from where he had been crouched at Gray's feet, the Headmaster began to apply the slippery substance to Gray's ass-ring; the way Gray was bent over as he continued to eat out Westerly, presented the high, round cheeks perfectly to the older man's ministrations. Once the Headmaster was satisfied that Gay's ass could take first one, then two and three of his fingers with ease, the Headmaster positioned his cockhead at the loosened anus and slowly pushed himself into Gray's backside.

Gray straightened up, letting out a deep groan of pained pleasure as he felt the Headmaster's thick cock sink into his body, Gray's hands digging into the still raised buttocks he'd buried his own sex into only a few moments ago.

"Oh, yes! It has been a while since you've enjoyed a man inside you, hasn't it?" the Headmaster exclaimed. "Is it as pleasant as you remembered?"

"Oh, oh! I feel like I'm being stretched to the ripping point -- but at the same time it feels so very, very good!" Gray threw his head back, licking his cum-smeared lips as he concentrated on the feeling of the Headmaster's throbbing flesh as it slowly moved deeper and deeper into his back-passage. "Oh, I had quite forgotten the joys of manly love! Oh, yes! That's it, push hard now! Meanwhile, I'll put myself back inside this wonderfully accommodating boy!" Gray said, getting ready to re-enter Westerly's waiting ass, which began to once again wiggle in a most inviting manner.

"Oh, I think it would be more pleasant for the boy if he were to lie on his back," the Headmaster said, a wicked glint in his eyes as he slowly began to thrust in and out of Gray's willing behind. "He has been holding himself up on by his arms all this time -- I do think he'll enjoy the sensations you're causing him so much better once he has a chance to lie down and relax. And just think, if he's facing you, you will be able to see his pretty little manhood as it swells and spends from the pleasure of your hard work in his rear!" Unsaid, but clearly understood by both the Headmaster and Westerly, was the fact that Gray would also have an uninhibited view of his stepson's face in that position. It was a mark of Westerly's level of arousal that the thought no longer caused him distress, but instead made him moan and spread his thighs wider.

"Well, the boy certainly seems keen on the idea," Gray's voice was a little breathless from the hard pounding his own ass was receiving, "Let's have him turned around so we can resume our sport -- my throbber," he said, giving his erection a firm pull from the swollen base to the purple, leaking tip, "is quite eager to resume his place inside the lad's hole!"

Giving in to Gray's encouraging hands, Westerly allowed himself to be turned over on the wide, padded desktop, kicking his uniform pants off as he twisted around, his legs falling wide open as he came to rest on his back. But, obviously still not ready to reveal his identity to his new lover, he had his arms crossed in front of his face.

"Oh, look, Headmaster! The sweet young thing is feeling shy!" Gray exclaimed in delight as he moved to nudge at Westerly's opening with his throbbing cock. "Well, boy -- you are bold enough to take my manhood into your body, but are embarrassed to face me as I shaft your clasping tunnel? I shall have to work your passage more thoroughly, until you lose what inhibitions still remain to you, so that you will face me squarely as we take our pleasures!" So saying, Gray began a strong pumping rhythm inside Westerly's willing body, forcing moans of lusty joy from the young man as he drove his fat 10 inches in and out.

"Go on, Gray -- make the little wanton squeal with delight with your fat shaft!" the Headmaster added, avidly looking over Gray's shoulder at the spectacle of the young man being pumped full of cock.

Keeping his arms in place, Westerly made sure to sometimes turn his head so that the audience could have a clear view of the ecstasy stamped on his clean-cut features as he took the steadily increasing pounding up his slipper back-passage.

A couple of minutes passed as Gray enjoyed his double fuck, the Headmaster's hard thrusts inside his long-neglected chute obviously as much a source of enjoyment to him as the hot piece of boy-ass he was fucking, before he realized that the young man beneath him was still hiding behind his crossed arms.




Gentlemen's Club Ch. 08



"Come along now, boy," he said between panting breaths, "Show me your face. Move your arms away so you can look into my eyes and see the pleasure you are giving me, and let me see how much my thrusting manhood is pleasuring you!" Reaching down to caress Westerly's straining erection he added, "I can see how much you're enjoying this, my lad -- Little Dickey is so happy, he is weeping his joy!"

"Go on, lad," the Headmaster said as he continued his lusty assault on the man sandwiched between them, "Show him who it is he has buried his knob in!" The thought of having Step- father and son confront each other was obviously an exciting one to him.

Westerly replied without moving his arms from his face, his voice muffled and breathless from the building momentum of the man pounding his ass, "All right, I'll show myself! But Mr. Gray must push into me as deeply as he can, and the Headmaster must also be as far inside Mr. Gray's hole as he can go before I do."

Gritting his teeth, Gray gave a hard push, his efforts seconded by the Headmaster, who also shoved his hips strongly, pressing his hairy, sweaty chest against Gray's equally sweaty back, his groin flush against the middle-man's high, muscular backside.

As Westerly felt Gray's pubes press into his widespread ass-crack, he wrapped his smooth, muscular legs around both men's hips, locking his ankles under the Headmaster's buttocks. The Headmaster did not want Gray escaping any more than Westerly did, and so reached forward and wrapped his arms around the other man's middle, pinning him in place from the outside, as well as the inside. Having trapped Gray between the two of them, Westerly slowly began moving his elbows sideways, keeping his face hidden as his arms moved. Finally only his hands remained over his face, palms up, his eyes peeking behind his widespread fingers.

"Come now, boy! Either show your face or not -- but do not keep us waiting when pleasure is but a movement away!" Gray's voice was deep and low with desire and strain, the need to thrust obviously growing more and more demanding.

"Well, all right," Westerly said, his hands moving away as he quickly added, "If you insist, Stepfather!"

A moment of silence followed as Gray's lust addled brain slowly absorbed what he had heard and was seeing.

"Westerly!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening in shock, "What are YOU doing here?"

His eyes ingenuously wide, Westerly looked back, "Stepfather, are you not glad to see me? Why, only moments ago you were saying how much my being here pleased you!" While speaking, Westerly released his ankle-lock and squirmed his hips a little to stimulate the cock buried inside of him.

With a deep groan, Gray reached down and pulled Westerly's shoulders up. Pulling the boy upright while keeping his shaft buried inside him, Gray pressed the young blond's torso against his own and planted a deep, hungry kiss down his stepson's throat before shifting his grip, holding the boy's tight, round butt cheeks in both hands and raising and lowering him on Gray's rigid cock.

"Oh, my darling boy, if only you knew how often I had thought of being in this very position with you since I had married your mother! How I had longed to have my way with your delectable young body!"

Gripping his Stepfather's shoulders, Westerly seconded his efforts, speeding up his bouncing movements, moaning and muttering as he worked up his next orgasm. "Oh, yes!... Harder!... More!... Father!..."

All the while, the Headmaster remained motionless, obviously enjoying the way Gray's rectum was massaging his hard-on as he held tightly to the other man's hips, keeping his cock hilted inside him as he egged the two fucking younger men, saying such things as "Yes, work the little slattern on your hard shaft!" and "That is an inviting, tight, hot hole, is it not?"

Faster and faster, Westerly bounced along Gray's swollen erection, both Step- father and son now panting with breathless exertion, moaning and grunting with pleasure as they worked Gray's hard fuckrod deep inside Westerly's hungry sexpit.

* * *

Jason was having a much better shift than he expected. When he had been assigned to wait on the Club member in the black-and-greenn mask, he had thought that the fact that the man had asked for the dinner-menu to be a sign that ALL Jason was going to do with the man was serve him food. He's served such members on previous shifts, and while they were sometimes good for an after-dinner suck, they rarely took advantage of his readily available assets.

Having taken down the member's order, Jason then went to the kitchen and, while waiting for his order to be assembled, helped with the dinner-rush "material collection" by giving several members of the kitchen staff hand-jobs and deep-thrusting prostate massages -- making sure the resulting cook-sperm was captured in the pre-labeled collection jars.

Taking his platter containing the member's starter -- Chef's famous crème soup -- Jason paused as he reentered the main room, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dimmer lighting as he scanned the room.

That hot young blond, Kevin Gray, who had subbed in "Young Schoolboy Seduced by Fellow Student and Headmaster" was part of the stage-show again. 

Jason had heard that he had been shared by one of his regulars one night recently, spreading his eager boy-cunt to all comers, all night. Jason hadn't been on duty that night, so he never did find out if it had been the customer's idea or Kevin's. Having seen the kid both on stage and in person several times since he'd been hired, Jason could easily believe it was the young man's idea.

Kevin certainly jumped at the chance to star in the "sequel" of the "Schoolboys" play, which Jason understood could be billed as "No-Longer-Innocent Schoolboy Caught in the Act With Headmaster by Stepfather, Who Joins In". Two dimensional and predictable as the plot was, there was no question that shows featuring Kevin tended to pack the house -- Jason could barely see a single empty chair, and certainly not a single empty table, anywhere in the room.

It was a sign of Jason's current customer's status within the Club's pecking-order that the black-and-greenn masked man was sitting at a table near the stage, all by himself -- several "lesser" members had already been asked to share their tables with newer arrivals, whereas normally only members who had previously planned to meet at the Club tended to sit together.

As he made his way to the table, Jason noticed that a pair of blue masked men had stopped at his customer's table, but they moved on to sit with a third blue-masked man by the time Jason arrived and began placing the dishes and silverware on the table.

Unlike Kevin's night of gang-fucking, Jason had first-hand experience with the two blue-boys, having been part of the long line of Club employees to service them back when they were still trying to decide whether to acquire memberships at the Club (which was the story he and his friends had been told), fucking his cock into one of the young men's cum-drenched ass alongside another man from the hosting department, both of them thrusting into the red, swollen, jizz-squirting hole at the same time while the bound young man pushed back against them, begging them to thrust harder and fill him with their cum.

At that moment, unnoticed by Jason who was still musing about that long-ago night, the character of the Stepfather arrived on the stage.

The next thing Jason knew, he was bent over the table while a velvet-covered steel pipe was shoved up his ass. 'Thank goodness I lubed when I put on my uniform!' was Jason's passing thought as he braced himself against the tablecloth and pushed back against the intruder, letting out a hushed but lusty moan as he felt the burning length slam into his love-tunnel, the delicious friction continuing as more and more throbbing cock forced its way into Jason's body.

"Take it, baby! Take that dick!" Looking back over his shoulder, Jason saw that the member's eyes were glued to the action on the stage as Toby Wayne, the actor playing the Stepfather, started thrusting his lube-glistening cock into Kevin's presented butt.

The member kept up a softly muttered monologue of encouragement as he avidly watched Kevin get shafted at both ends, proving his stamina to be greater than Toby's by continuing his forceful pounding into Jason long after Toby finished cumming up Kevin's boy-pussy for the first time. It wasn't until Kevin was facing his "Stepfather", rubbing his rigid young prick against Toby's well-defined abs while the older blond pumped up his already cum-filled cunt, that that the masked man shoved as far into Jason's asshole as he could and, biting down on Jason's jacketed shoulder, blasted what felt like a river of cum in Jason's twitching rectum. "Take it, bitch! Take Daddy's cum! Swallow up all Daddy's fuckjuice! Yeaaaah!"

Jason remained bent over for almost a full minute as the Club-member's hips continued to jackhammer like mad, unloading his pent-up jizm.

Pulling out with a slurpy "Pop", the member collapsed panting onto his chair. Jason stayed as he was, still stunned by the violent coupling and the abrupt detachment, only gradually becoming aware that spilled soup was seeping into his formerly-spotless white dress-shirt and that his gaping, sperm leaking ass was aimed at the man who'd just filled him up. Unsure what to do next -- he'd never been jumped like that under these circumstances before -- Jason slowly straightened up, thoughts of needing to change his clothes and wondering if the member would want him to get a fresh plate of soup fighting with the burning lust the harsh fucking had caused within him. Fighting to keep his composure, he turned to the customer, intending to inquire if he wanted his food replaced.

Before Jason could find his voice, the member said, "Get down under the table and clean me up." Moving his chair back to its position at the table -- it had moved back about 2 feet when the man had jumped up earlier -- the naked, masked customer added, "Make yourself comfortable, you're going to be there a while. And if you cum while you're down there, make sure you clean that up, too."

* * * 

Westerly lay back on the padded desk, the last spurts and dribbles from his latest orgasm spewing onto his stomach.

Having pulled out when Westerly had started to cum for the second time, Gray now moved away from both Westerly and the Headmaster, who had released his grip on the middle-man, and gave the still-excited "educator" unimpeded access to the boy's spunk-oozing backside. Fired up by the stimulation his cock had been treated to inside of Gray, as well as the sight he'd just witnessed as the other two had fucked so wildly, the Headmaster did not even bother to speak before plunging in the plum-colored head, causing the boy to arch and groan with pained pleasure.

Standing to one side, Gray watched the other two for a moment before climbing on the desk, his cum-smeared, throbbing cock hovering above Westerly's head as he bent down to lick the ribbons of sperm streaking the youth's stomach before running his tongue up to the groin to lap at the cum-soaked pubic hair above the boy's rapidly reviving prick. Turning his flushed, sweaty face towards the audience, Gray ordered, "Suck down on my manhood -- I want to spend my second spunk-load down your whoring throat!"

Westerly was more than willing to comply, gulping down the straining, blood-darkened organ with the ease of a hungry, well-practiced cock-hound.

Thrusting in a gentle but intensifying rhythm between the boy's eager lips, Gray took a break from his own oral ministrations to pull back on Westerly's legs, taking a closer look at the Headmaster's vein-bulging, rigid cock as it pumped in and out of the boy as he allowed the young blond's erection to rub against his face, the rigid organ bobbing back and forth from the Headmaster's thrusts.

"How exciting it is -- the sight of your great organ covered with my seed, working my stepson's hungry back passage!" Gray exclaimed.

"Westerly has always been hungry for man-seed! He spends every free moment he has sucking on hard manhoods, both before and behind!" the Headmaster said, "Indeed, it is hard to say which end of him is hungrier for it -- just see how his nether-lips are suckling at my root! Oh, yes! So very tightly!"

Gray moaned as Westerly started pulling and pushing harder against his Stepfather's pelvis, the Headmaster's words obviously inflaming the boy's passion. "Oh, yes, lad, suckle that hard teat! Draw out my manly milk!" Unable to hold back any longer, Gray gave out a mighty yell, the force of his orgasm causing him to yank out of Westerly 's mouth, spraying the boy's face with part of his cum-load, before the young man grabbed the twitching cock and aimed it at his open mouth, eagerly lapping up the remaining spurts. "That's it, boy, drink it all up!"

* * * 

Jason missed the remainder of the play, spending the next half hour under the green-and-black masked member's table, sucking the man's thick 8 inches to orgasm twice more as the member ate his dinner and watched the floor show. Jason always knew when something particularly exciting happened on stage, since the member would then reach down and press Jason's head more firmly into his groin, muttering encouragement either to Jason or to the action on stage with murmured sentences like "Take it, cocksucker, all the way down!" or "That's right, baby, both cocks at once, right up your whoring ass!"

Jason himself came twice; once while he was licking up the last traces of cum from the member's hair, blond thighs -- the last remaining dribbles from their fuck on the table earlier -- as he energetically beat himself off; and once more when the member let loose for the second time in Jason's mouth, incidentally pushing one of his big toes into Jason's open, wet anus. After each orgasm Jason made sure to meticulously clean up after himself -- first from the member's legs, then from the chair and finally from the non-absorbent but soft-and-luxuriant feeling fabric the room was carpeted with.

By the sounds, and smells, coming from the tables around them, it was clear that the stage-show was an all-around hit -- from his kneeling position, Jason could see many naked and semi-naked Club employees in similar positions to his own, either sitting in members' laps, sucking on their patrons' cocks or cleaning up the results from the carpet. 

The appearance of a pair of expensive shoes leading up expensive slacks to the only covered crotch in the room, announced the arrival of the Club's manager, Mr. Colbert, at the table.

Jason licked his spunk-covered lips, thinking about that cloth-covered package -- the bulge was clearly visible even in the dim lighting and through the dark fabric.

"And how was your meal, sir? Everything to your satisfaction, I trust?" Mr. Colbert's deep voice conveyed polite enquiry, without sounding subservient -- a host speaking to a guest rather than an employee to a customer.

"As usual, Colbert, your staff and kitchen have lived up to my every expectation," the masked man was equally self-assured, his state of undress and the obvious evidence of his recent sexual activities ignored as readily as the cutlery from his recently finished dinner. "I would particularly like you to convey my compliments to the chef -- the soup was exquisite."

"I will pass on you compliments personally, sir," Mr. Colbert said with a small inclination of his head, acknowledging the compliments the member had given him. "And now, sir, if you will follow Jacob," Mr. Colbert gestured to an immaculately dressed waiter, his uniform shirt a crisp white and his plump 9 inch erection standing correctly to attention, "he will take you backstage to meet with the young man you reserved."

Looking at Jacob, Jason was all-too aware of his own messy, rumpled and deflated state. He suddenly felt self-conscious and wondered how he could get from under the table to the staff changing room without being noticed.

No sooner did he have that thought than Mr. Colbert's head pushed under the table-cloth, pinning the wide-eyed, indecisive Jason to the spot. 'Oh, no!' he thought, 'Mr. Colbert is the most demanding boss there is -- he'd never allow a member of staff to be seen like this! I'm sooo screwed!'

"He-hello, sir. I, I, I was just getting up to, uh, go change my uniform," Jason stammered, the laser-like stare transforming his usual awe of the man to outright terror.

"No hurry, Jason," Mr. Colbert rumbled, causing Jason's heart to lurch in fear, visions of suspension from work or outright firing running through his head. "It so happens that I wanted to sit through this next show -- I haven't seen the new dancing act performed before an audience yet. So why don't you stay right where you are," Mr. Colbert said, sitting down in the just-vacated seat, "and take care of this?" Mr. Colbert expertly opened his fly and released the foot-long club that was his pride and glory. 

Even if Jason could have thought of a good reason, he wouldn't have said it -- he'd been raised to believe that it was rude to talk when his mouth was full.

* * *

In a small room, filled with props and costumes, which was used as a dressing room for the stage shows, Kevin Grayson was lying on his back on a small divan while a green-and-black masked man licked up every last trace of cum and sweat from his body.

The older Grayson began with his son's right foot, diligently lapping between each pair of toes before sucking as much of the young man's foot into his mouth as he could, before giving the other foot the same attention. He then proceeded up Kevin's left instep to the ankle, then running his tongue in broad stripes up Kevin's calf before starting again at a slightly different part of the boy's ankle. Having licked ever part beneath Kevin's left knee, he made sure to be just as thorough with the right foot and calf, continuing then along the muscular right thigh, the light dusting of fair hair lightly tickling his tongue.

Having cleaned both thighs, Grayson ignored the obvious next target and instead moved to kiss and lick at his son's face, rubbing the globs of cum in Kevin's hair into the boy's scalp as he lapped and sucked at his face before moving on to Kevin's neck.

All the while the younger man was moaning deliriously, begging mindlessly, "Oh, please, Daddy, don't tease me like this! Just a quick fuck, please, then you can do whatever you want! Oh, yes! Daddy, that feels so good! Please, Daddy, just suck my dick, work my ass! Oh, Daddy! Oh, Dad! Oh, yeah, like that, lick me there, like that, Daddy!"

Loving parent that Grayson was, he did not allow his son's pleas to distract him from what he was doing. He knew Kevin had received more than his fair share of fucks tonight -- the entire Club had watched him take them! He had allowed himself to orgasm several times earlier that evening specifically so that he would not be pushed by his own lust to hurry an act he had been looking forward to ever since Kevin had told him that a new play was being put together specifically for Kevin to act in.

Originally, the play was supposed to have been about various teachers walking in on the naughty schoolboy and the horny headmaster. It had been Kevin's suggestion, prompted by his experiences with his father, that the intruding character be changed. It had then been a simple matter of mispronouncing his lines, saying 'Father' instead of 'Stepfather' every once in a while -- all for the sake of inflaming his own father's passion, getting Grayson in just the right mood for this after-show treat.

Kevin himself had a treat waiting for his father behind the butt-plug one of his fellow actors had inserted into him as soon as the curtain had come down. Since it had been a stage performance, the other actors had made a point of shooting most of their cum into the air, where the audience could see it; but Kevin had made sure to collect the first two or three spurts from each cum-load in his talented ass.




Gentlemen's Club Ch. 08



Having lapped up every square-inch of Kevin's torso in front, spending extra time on each tight pink nipple and the, so very suggestive, indentation of his belly-button, Grayson then rolled Kevin over and gave the boy's back the same treatment, making sure that not a single drop of sex-induced liquid was missed along the tapering, perfectly defined back before finally allowing himself to reach for Kevin's perfect twin mounds, ideally placed and eagerly raised.

Seeing the handle of the butt-plug, Grayson licked his lips with anticipation at the treat he knew was awaiting him within his son's body. 'First I'm going to drain your ass from all those other men's cum, then I'm going to drain every last drop of your cum up my hungry ass!' Grayson thought teasing Kevin and himself by slowly moving his flattened tongue along each firm, pale cheek from the outside inwards before moving his now-pointed tongue in a decreasing spiral around Kevin's starched ass-lips. 

Just as it seemed that Grayson was finally going to pull out the plug and plunge his talented tongue into Kevin's impatient posterior, he changed direction and began suckling on his son's tight, cum-loaded balls, drawing each orb into his hot, wet mouth while above him Kevin panted and groaned with the exquisite torture.

"Oh, Daddy, no one does what you do to me! Oh, please, Daddy, please, please! I'll be good! I'll do anything just please, please...!" Kevin had already gone past the point of coherency, and Grayson hadn't even touched his waiting ass yet.

Deciding to be merciful, Grayson rose over the boy and gently but firmly removed the plug, immediately replacing it with his own swollen cock, pumping into his son's already well-fucked ass. 

"Yes! YES! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck my whoring ass! FUCK!!!" It only took four or five stokes from his father's cock to make Kevin cum, his spunk shooting all over his stomach and the divan's leather upholstery.

Worried that Kevin's orgasmic spasms would make him lose his own load too soon, Grayson pulled out of Kevin's clutching interior and rammed his tongue into the reddened orifice, sucking and licking up the delicious desert Kevin had been keeping warm for his father.

*

The next chapter will be posted around summer-time, or -- that's right, you guessed it -- after I get my next 10 responses, whichever comes first ;-) 



Gentlemen's Club Ch. 09



How The Three-Way Partnership Began

Jackson could feel the rhythmic beat of the music throbbing through his chest. Looking out at the dance floor, he felt a corresponding throb lower down as he spotted the petit blond swaying and grinding under the colorful strobe lights. Mickey looked like he was having a good time out there, and his ass looked particularly luscious tonight.

Making his way through the bumping and grinding, all-male crowd, Jackson got his fair share of appreciative glances and gropes-- 6'2", leanly muscular with curly brown hair and trimmed goatee, his expressive brown eyes clearly showing his excitement even to those who weren't in a position to see, and feel, the impressive tent pushing out the front of his jeans. 

Keeping his eyes glued to the object of his lust, Jackson worked his way through the throng to press his swollen basket between the small, firm globes. Reaching around the smaller man's body, he wrapped his arms around the blond's shoulders as he lowered his head to a shell-like ear. He knew the volume of the music would keep his words from carrying, so he didn't bother to lower his voice as he said, "Hey, babe! Feel like helping me out with this?" Jackson ground forward, emphasizing his point.

* * * *

Troy had just gotten into the grove of the music when someone grabbed onto him. Normally he would have shrugged off such uncalled-for familiarity -- they guy hadn't even bought him a drink yet! -- but the deep, sexy voice, combined with what felt like at least 8 fat inches, make his hole twitch and his dick lurch. Grinding briefly back to show his interest, Troy reached up to hold on to one of the stranger's hands as he steered them both towards the restrooms.

* * * *

Jackson was surprised -- Mickey would usually turn around, make a joke about Jackson's overheated libido, and demand that they dance for a while. He'd certainly never shown any interest in having a quickie in the men's room. 'I guess he's feeling extra horny today,' Jackson thought with an anticipating smile.

Once inside the crowded, dimly-lit, cubicle filled room, the smaller man wasted no time elbowing his way to the handicapped stall, their timing coinciding perfectly with the pair who were just leaving the extra-large space. The lighting inside the stall was even worse than the rest of the room -- the overhead bulb had burned out, and it was only the light coming in from above and below the partitions and door that kept Jackson from losing his partner in the gloom.

Pressing his tongue past a pair of open, lush lips, Jackson wasted no time undoing Mickey's fly and pushing down the tight pants, while Mickey's small hands unzipped and fished out Jackson's swollen cock. Jackson felt another jolt of surprise as he felt a condom being fitted over his hard, leaking tool -- he and Mickey never used protection with each other -- but as the rubber was unrolled down his hard length, he decided that Mickey must be acting out some sort of fantasy.

* * * *

Troy had been in such a hurry to catch the big stall before someone else did, he hadn't even taken a moment to check out his other catch. All he knew about the guy was that he was tall and hung. 

All things considered, that was almost everything he needed to know. ALMOST everything -- it was time to find out if Mr. Bold Approach knew how to use that impressive tool Troy had just got to feel up.

Troy reluctantly let go of the meaty club he'd been fondling and turned around, pushing his pants all the way down his legs as he leaned over the cum-coated toilet-bowl. 'I wonder if anyone ever uses this place for anything other than fucking?' he wondered to himself. 

Bracing himself for a hard ride, it never occurred to him that they'd forgotten to lock the door.

* * * *

In the gloom of the handicapped stall, Jackson could just make out the pale, twin globes that were his target. Reaching down, he caressed the soft, firm cheeks, running his hands up and down their smooth skin before dipping a finger in the valley between them. He heard Mickey let out a groan as his fingertip found the twitching hole.

"Oh, baby, you're so hot tonight, aren't you?" Jackson moaned as he reached into his pocket for the small packet of lube he'd brought with him. Quickly spreading the gel on two fingers, he pushed both in at once, feeling too hot to take his time getting his partner ready. But Mickey seemed to appreciate that, letting out another loud groan as he pushed back on the thick invading digits.

Jackson grabbed his gloved hard-on, getting it into position as he moved his buried fingers back and forth, spreading the lube and opening up his lover's ass as thoroughly as his urgent lust would allow.

With the dexterous skill that made him so good at sleight-of-hand, Jackson instantly replaced his fingers with his cockhead, pressing the sensitive knob into the welcoming sphincter. A vague thought passed through his mind, that it was a shame that the lighting wasn't better -- he always got a kick out of watching his dick slide into a hot ass, and Mickey's was as hot as they come.

Jackson tried to go slow, to gradually feed his throbbing cock into the slick male cunt in front of him, but there was just something so wrong, so sexy about fucking in a nightclub restroom, he just couldn't keep from grabbing the slim hips in front of him and yanking the smaller man back against him -- an action which was enthusiastically seconded by Mickey himself.

* * * *

The fuck started with a fast, pounding rhythm, both men so eager to reach their climax that they didn't even try and draw out their sexual encounter. Troy was impressed, though, at the way the man behind him managed to insert some technique, even at this pace; twisting his hips to maximize penetration and friction within Troy's tight-gripping anal-passage.

'If this guy is this good in a quickie,' Troy thought, 'he might be worth taking home for a more thorough workout later.'

"Oh, yeah, fuck that ass! Fuck that sweet ass!" he cried out, pumping back to meet the hard strokes.

* * * *

Jackson frowned, his fast-thrusting hips still picking up speed as his blood-deprived brain struggled to tell him something. Something about what he'd just heard. The words had been fine, but there was something about how they'd been said...

A sudden lightening of the gloom in the cubicle interrupted his sluggish train of thought as a smallish figure strode into the stall.

Jackson's mind seemed to fuse as it tried to accept what his eyes were telling him -- not unlike the way it had just-barely missed what his ears had noticed a few seconds before.

Standing beside him, arms akimbo, was Mickey! Jackson could just make out the disapproving frown on his boyfriend's face as he continued to pump and pound away inside Mi... 

Jackson's head whipped forward and down, finally realizing that the voice he'd heard a moment ago was one he had never heard before. "Who...?"

Still unable to stop his rutting body, he turned back to Mickey, reaching out one hand to grab his shoulder as the 5'6" blond turned to walk away. "Mickey, wait!" 

Worry fought with rising pleasure as Jackson felt his orgasm rushing at him, the stranger beneath him still working that hot, tight butt in perfect counter-rhythm as his thrusts continued to gain momentum; his cock not caring in the slightest that there was anything wrong, that it was fucking the wrong hole, so long as it got to shoot a load off.

Only semi-aware of his actions, Jackson pulled the struggling Mickey closer, his hand instinctively reaching into Mickey's pants to grab at the cut, 6 and a half-inch piece they contained. Mickey was strong for his size, but Jackson was bigger and stronger, and he knew just how to push Mickey's buttons; nibbling on the graceful neck as he stroked along Mickey's swelling prick, Jackson moaned as he felt his cum start to shoot into the condom.

* * * *

Troy was only dimly aware that another man was in the stall with them -- he was too busy watching the stars burst inside his eyelids as his now thoroughly-battered prostate sent shocks of pleasure up and down his spine; his throbbing, dribbling 7 inch cock encased in his white-knuckled grip as he jerked violently at it.

"Awwww, FUCK!" Troy's cum rocketed out of his shaft, adding a new coat to the tacky porcelain lid and splashing back onto his bare legs. "'C'mon, give it to me! YEAAAAAH!"

The cock inside of him seemed to double in size, a sure sign that the other man was getting his nut, the extra fullness adding to Troy's pleasure and prolonging his orgasm.

With a muttered curse and a grunt, the tall fucker pulled out of Troy's gaping asshole. Troy himself seemed to blank out for a moment, unable to move -- even falling over seemed like too much effort. 

As the pounding in his ears subsided, he heard a fresh set of moans coming from behind him. Slowly turning around, he could just see a fair-haired man leaning against the side of the stall while Big Bold knelt in front of him, sucking him off.

Troy leaned on the opposing wall as he gingerly raised his pants back up -- they were tight enough to press against his tender ass-ring, even though he didn't fasten them just yet.

Licking his lips, Troy couldn't decide if he was turned on or pissed off -- on the one hand, it was definitely exciting being this close to a blow-job, even if he wasn't part of it; but on the other hand, this new blond was quite obviously poaching HIS trick.

Still mulling this over, Troy moved closer to the action, placing himself beside the newcomer. Up-close, Troy could see that he really was quite a looker -- in Troy's own league, even -- about his own height, with a smooth, boyish face framed by light-colored, tousled blond locks; eyes closed in a frown of pleasured concentration as Big Man slurped and sucked away.

The other blond's eyes popped opened just as Troy leaned in for a closer look, their eyes meeting briefly before Troy suddenly found himself grabbed by a pair of slender arms and pulled in for a burning, hungry kiss.

Then a large, slightly calloused hand grabbed onto Troy's reviving member, while a smaller hand wormed its way behind him to probe and stroke inside his still-dilated hole. Returning the favor, Troy first reached for the other blond's cock, slicking his fingers with the abundant saliva and pre-cum that coated the shaft before reaching behind and working a pair of fingers into a tight, but welcoming, sphincter.

Troy's other hand joined the stranger's other hand in Big's dark, curly hair, first guiding it up and down, and then sideways onto Troy's swelling prick. The two smaller men only broke their clinch to snatch short, panting breaths as they were alternately fellated. During one of these brief breathers the two gaspingly exchanged names, and Troy found out that the guy on his knees was named Jackson when Mickey let out a breathy, "Ohhh, Jackson, suck that hard dick! Suck!"

It was a good -- very, very good -- twenty minutes later when first Mickey and then Troy unloaded into Jackson's gobbling mouth, the bigger man trying his best to swallow every last drop that blasted out of their engorged pricks. Then it was Mickey's turn to lean against a handy wall while Troy helped Jackson work his way into the well-spread, freshly lubed, eager boypussy.

# # # # # #

Later that evening Troy found himself at Jackson and Mickey's apartment. It turned out they all went to the same university -- Troy was studying engineering, Mickey was a theatre major, and Jackson was in journalism. 

Jackson and Mickey had met in high-school, somewhere in Suburbia. 

The first time Jackson made a move on the other boy had been just after their school's talent show when they were seniors -- Jackson with his young-magician-kit, Mickey as part of the school's dance-troupe. All through the weeks of rehearsals, the two had traded covert glances as they passed each other, getting on and off the stage.

Flushed with pride at having won first prize, Jackson had taken the cute, tights-showing-off-his-ass-to-perfection blond aside and asked him if he'd like to go get a soda. They both had each-others' dicks down their throats by the end of the night, and became steady fuck-partners by the end of the following week.

Mickey had begun posing as Jackson's assistant as a way of hiding the true nature of their relationship, and had slowly began to take a more and more active part in the magic show as they started getting invited to entertain at parties and school functions.

They had both come out to their families as soon as they had finished moving in together, at the beginning of their first year at collage. Mickey's parents had been upset, but not surprised. Jackson's family still wasn't speaking to him, mostly.

Troy was surprised to find himself not only listening to their stories, but volunteering details about his own background -- a city boy, his parents had been shocked the first time they'd come home one evening to find their darling baby-boy on all fours with the high-school quarterback scoring up his behind. His parents later sat him down for a talk about safe sex, and that was the last time any of them mentioned what had happened -- although his mother tended to nag him about once a month to find a nice boy and settle down. "I can't help but think that she knows exactly what I'm like -- after all, I inherited the ability to hold my legs up in the air from somewhere," he chuckled, demonstrating that very talent as Jackson worked a 10 inch vibrator into him (it was Mickey's turn on Jackson's cock).

Watching the buzzing length push into Troy's seemingly insatiable sex-pit, Jackson started getting an idea.



Gentlemen's Club Ch. 10



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"My lovely assistant, Joy, will now demonstrate that the cabinet does not contain any hidden devices."

The light from the overhead spotlights glittered in the light-blue sequins covering the short blond's torso, arms and legs; only his head, hands, crotch, the bottoms of his feet and the inner curve of his ass-cheeks weren't covered in the bright, tiny stones. The sequins were the only thing covering his otherwise naked body.

The flashing blue sequins accentuated his movements as he gestured within the upright cabinet on the right side of the stage, showing it to be both solid and empty; behind him and to one side -- so as not to impede the audience's view of both box and assistant -- was the magician, wearing his usual top-hat, cape and tailored black suit. As was the custom at this venue, his fly was wide open, and one white-gloved hand was stroking up and down his 9 inch erection, while the other hand had three fingers up the blue-covered assistant's butt-hole.

Having completed a slow, thorough examination of the cabinet, the assistant slowly turned towards the magician, wiggling his backside as the magician slowly extracted his probing fingers.

"As you see, sirs, solid wood," he exclaimed, his hand still sliding up and down his hard, glistening cock. "My assistant, Paris, will now enter the cabinet," he said, turning to beckon to the pink-sequin-covered assistant. 

Other than the color of the tiny rhinestones they were "wearing", there was very little to distinguish the two assistants; both were just under medium height, slim and blond. The fact that "Joy" had pale blue eyes while "Paris" had light-brown eyes was not something the audience could see -- even if any of the men sitting in the large room were inclined to look at their faces.

The pink covered assistant had, until that moment, been sensuously moving up and down against one of the outside walls of the box; alternately rubbing his ass and his cock against the smooth finish while casting lascivious glances at the audience. At the magician's words, he straightened up with a provocative moan.

The magician made sure to give the pink-surrounded cheeks a visibly thorough feel as he conveyed Paris into the box before closing the door.

The magician then grabbed hold of the blue-covered Joy, pulling the back of the lithe body against his rigid front as he walked them both towards the identical cabinet on the left side of the stage. He was quite obviously humping against the blond's butt-crack, possibly even entering him a little as they moved across the stage. 

"Joy will now demonstrate the same thing about this cabinet," he declared in a deeper-pitched and slightly breathless voice, hunching his groin more vigorously against Joy as the assistant leaned forward into the second upright box, waving his hands inside the empty space as he wiggled his ass back towards the magician.

This continued for several more seconds before the magician pulled Joy's upper body out of the cabinet, twirling the smaller man around to give him a deep, hungry kiss. 

Breaking their clinch, Joy then moved to a nearby table, on which rested a pair of fur-lined handcuffs. Waving these at the audience, the blue-flashing assistant strode up and down the front of the stage, incidentally wagging his hard, 7 inch dick at the crowded room.

As his assistant moved back towards him, the magician said, "Joy will now handcuff my hands behind my back and lock me into this second cabinet." Joy then swept the cape off the magician's shoulders and made a great show of securing the magician's hands behind his back; the magician tried to pull his hands apart, showing the handcuffs to be firmly locked in place. The assistant gave a playful slap to the magician's buttocks through his tight, black trousers before marching the magician into the open cabinet.

The second the door closed on the bound magician, faint sounds began to emerge from the first cabinet. The blue-covered assistant shot a puzzled glance over to the first box, even as he began to close the deadbolts which were built into the door of the second cabinet.

The sounds grew steadily louder, resolving into moans and rhythmic slapping noises.

Joy continued to look over at the first cabinet, even as he moved around the second one, securing chains all around the upright box, locking them with padlocks. By the time he had finished locking the third chain in place, the first box was rocking slightly, the noises inside getting louder as the unmistakable sound of two bodies smacking against each-other continued to gained momentum.

Securing the final set of chains, Joy seemed determined to investigate the strange occurrence, and began walking back across the stage towards the first cabinet.

When the sequin-clad blond was only two or three steps away from the rocking cabinet, its walls suddenly fell away, leaving only a single upright plank. Chained to this plank by a set of fur-lined handcuffs was Paris, who was getting thoroughly fucked by the now-naked magician -- only his top-hat and gloves were still in place. The magician's hands were free of the cuffs, of course; and were, in fact, holding the pink-sequin-covered assistant by a hip and a thigh as he pounded into him. The tilted mirror permanently placed above the stage gave the audience a perfect view of the magician's 9 inch cock as it pumped and pummeled its way in and out of the pert, sequin-decorated ass.

Wasting no time, Joy moved to kneel in front of the moaning, slightly bent assistant in pink, pulling his fuck-bobbing cock into his eager mouth and sucking on it. 

The audience burst out in thunderous applause as the three men pulled away from each other a moment later, each of them shooting heavy loads of cum into the air.

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Jackson slowly came awake, the slightly achy feeling in his limbs and cock telling him last night had been a good one, though his memory was still sleep-hazy about the details. He was lying on his side, spooning a petite, naked blond. Jackson's tired dick gave a twitch of interest as he shifted his hips, pressing it into the still-moist butt-crack.

He began to softly run his hand along the smooth, hairless torso, gently tweaking a nipple as his fingers reached his lover's chest before moving his hand back down again, fingertip circling the navel and briefly dipping into it before continuing downward to stroke lightly at sweat-and-cum-stiffened pubic hair.

Usually Mickey wasn't up for more than a good-morning blow-job after a long night's ride -- his stamina was fairly good for continuous sex-sessions, due to years of dance training, but Jackson was the rest-and-reload type, and at age 20 he was more than able to get back in the saddle after a few minutes' respite, over and over again.

Nuzzling at the exposed neck, Jackson's hand played lightly over a swelling 7 inch cock. A feeling of unease was quickly followed by déjà vu, as Jackson realized that it wasn't Mickey's cock he was holding.

Intending to move a little in order to get a look at the face of the young man in front of him, his back bumped into a second naked body as he moved away. Turning his head, he saw Mickey lying on his stomach, facing Jackson.

Memory returned, causing a wide smile to bloom on Jackson's face. 'Two blonds!' he thought gleefully to himself. 'Every top's dream-cum-true!' No wonder his dick was sore -- he'd been servicing TWO hungry boycunts last night. Troy's presence seemed to have revved up Mickey's libido, making him demand a fresh fuck every time Jackson rolled off of Troy. Looking around at the mess they'd made of the room, Jackson remembered how they'd had to break out not one, but three dildos to help him cope with the increasing demand for cock. 'Well, that explains why MY ass hurts.'

Debating with himself whether he should try and see if Troy was a morning-fuck person or go back to sleep -- thank goodness it was Saturday, and none of them had classes -- Jackson suddenly felt lips press against his shoulders in a random pattern of kisses, while a small hand reached between his legs to caress his perineum and play with his balls.

Enjoying the caresses for a moment, Jackson then slowly rolled in place; moving first to his back and then over onto his other side, so that he was facing the now-awake Mickey.

Sleepy hazel eyes met his own as he re-settled and pulled his naked boyfriend close against his leanly muscular torso.

"Hey," he whispered, partly because he didn't want to wake the bed's other occupant, and partly because his throat felt sore after all the moaning and yelling he'd been doing throughout the night.

"Good morning," was whispered back to him, Mickey's soft voice also sounding slightly hoarse. The two moved their heads close together, giving and receiving a tender, tongue-stroking kiss. Moving back a little, Mickey said, "So, why exactly did you happen to be fucking someone who isn't me last night at the club?"

Closing his eyes, Jackson did his best to recall the beginning of the night before -- the mix-up at the nighclub, hooking up with the wrong hot, blond boy. The recalled excitement, combined with his fatigue, made him rather tongue-tied as he did his best to explain what had happened.

The way Mickey's thigh started rubbing between his legs wasn't helping his thought process any, either.

* * * *

In addition to their day-jobs -- Jackson bussed tables at a local diner and Mickey worked at an on-campus coffee shop -- both got regular work as a magician and assistant team. Mickey would wear a pair of dress slacks and one of the shirts from his dance-troupe performance days, while Jackson wore an only-slightly-too-small evening-suit he'd gotten from his grandfather -- the same one who'd gotten him interested in magic in the first place.

They performed at children's parties and the occasional amateur night at the local clubs. They also practiced on an almost daily basis, since some of their act called for dexterity, split-second timing, and being able to fold in half -- all of which needed to be practiced regularly.

As Troy found himself visiting the pair more and more often -- he just couldn't seem to get enough of Jackson's Disappearing Dick Trick, and was rapidly developing a taste for both Mickey's mouth and cum -- Troy sometimes walked into the apartment while they were practicing their material. At first they would simply drop what they were doing and all three would get naked, sometimes right at the door, the couple foregoing practice for the sake of this much more favored activity.

But over time, as the novelty of their threesome began to wear off, Jackson would pull out of whoever he'd just finished pounding to a mewling, cumming mess, swat Mickey on a bare, sweaty ass-cheek, and tell him that it was time to get back to work. 

The first few times that happened, Troy had simply drifted off to sleep, or got up to take a shower and leave. But one day he'd just stayed lying on the couch, watching as they began to go through the motions of their routine. It was surprisingly complex; a seemingly straightforward gesture with one hand was actually masking a more complicated one done with the other, the true and essential function of props he'd considered mere add-ons, the great amount of work the assistant had to do -- he'd always thought of magician's assistants as just another prop, when in fact they usually had even more to do in a trick than the magician.

One day he asked if he could try doing some of the things he'd seen them practicing. So Jackson swore him into the fraternity of magicians, making him swear never to reveal the secrets of the trade to anyone not already a member. It seemed a bit silly to Troy as he repeated the words of the oath, but it did make sense -- if everyone knew how it worked, no magician would ever get a gig. And by then he was Jackson and Mickey's friend, as well as a regular fuck-buddy, and would never willingly have hurt them like that.

* * * *

Troy looked up from the text-book he was reading, grateful for the distraction the ringing of his phone gave him -- more and more, he felt sure he'd picked the wrong major.

Not bothering to check who was calling, his eyes still trying to make sense of the offending text, he put his cell to his ear and said, "Yeah, it's me, what do you want?"

"Hey, Troy," Jackson's voice replied. Troy's head jerked up in surprise -- Jackson hardly ever called him during the day!

"Jay! What's up?" Troy settled back in his seat, relaxing and giving his rising erection room to grow -- the sound of Jackson's voice in his ear never failed to get a rise out of him.

"Troy, I'm in a bit of a tight spot and I was wondering if you could help me out?" even nervous, Jackson's deep voice sounded sexy.

'I've got a tight spot for you, right here,' Troy though, wiggling his ass in his desk-chair as he slipped a hand down the front of his jeans. "Oh, what is it?"

Troy rubbed lightly over his swelling flesh as Jackson answered. "Well, we've got a job working at this kid's birthday party, but Mickey woke up sick as a dog this morning. So I was wondering if you could, maybe, come with me."

For a moment Troy enjoyed a mental image of himself cumming with Jackson, his pants feeling deliciously tight around his engorged cock as he did so. Then he realized what was being asked of him, and, pulling his hand from his jeans, he said, "Sorry, man. I don't do kiddy parties -- I wasn't into that sort of thing even when I was a kid!"

"Aww, come on, man!" Jackson exclaimed. Then his voice went low as he added, "I'll make it worth your while..."

That was more like it, Troy decided, reaching down to unzip his fly and gave his still-hard cock some room to grow before he resumed stroking it slowly up and down. "Like how?"

"Like, maybe I'll fuck your ass and suck your dick at the same time," the low-voiced reply sent chills down Troy's spine, even as it added to the heat in his cock. 

Troy wedged the phone between his shoulder and ear, freeing up his other hand as he leaned forward, sucking briefly on two fingers to wet them before pushing that hand down the back of his pants, the spit-slick digits easily finding his twitching hole. "Mmmm..."

"I'll do it right there in the van, after the show -- just a thin metal wall between us and all the party guests. I'll strip Mickey's costume off your hot little bod, lick the sweat off you from your feet to your neck and back down again while you lie on the van floor," Troy decided it was too awkward to sit at his desk while feeling himself up, and so, without removing either hand from his dick or his ass, or allowing the phone to slip from his shoulder, he hobbled over to his bed. Dropping to lie on his side, he let go of his cock long enough to hit the speaker button on the phone and push his pants down his thighs to his knees before resuming his slippery grip on his precum leaking erection. "Then I'll flip you over on your front and lick you up from your thighs to the back of your neck, before moving back down to your butt. Then I'll eat you out. I'll start by feeling up your ass-cheeks with my hands while I tickle your pucker with the tip of my tongue. Then I'll pull those ripe peaches apart and shove my face into your crack -- I know how much you love feeling my goatee in there -- and lap up and down, up and down, licking every last drop of musky sweat you'll have worked up from the show. Then, when neither of us can stand it any more, I'll press my tongue against your asshole, work the tip in slowly and gently..."

Troy gave up working his cock, instead rolling onto his stomach and rubbing the throbbing hard-on against his sheets while he pressed both hands against his ass, teasing his hungry hole with his fingertips before slipping in the first joint of both middle fingers. "Yeah, baby, then what?"

"Then I'm gonna eat ass. I'm gonna eat the hottest, cock-hungriest ass I've ever met! I'm gonna work my whole tongue in there, as far as it'll go, over and over again!" Jackson groaned, obviously as turned on as Troy, "I'm gonna slobber and suck on that hot ass till you're begging me to fuck your brains out!"

"Yeah!" Troy's middle fingers made it halfway to the second joint, his pointer fingers now starting to enter his cock-hungry ass-ring.

"Then I'll flip you back over and start in on those cute little tits of yours -- lick and suck on those hot little nubs while I use two or three fingers to lube you up, deep as I can stick 'em. I'll bite down on the left one, just the way you like it, while I work my dick into you..."

"Oh, Jay!" Troy moaned, his hips humping back and forth as he pictured the scene, pressing down to rub his drooling, rock-hard dick against his mattress, pushing up to stuff more and more fingers into his insatiable ass.

"I'll start off slow, pump your pussy gently while I lick and nibble my way down your chest and belly. I'll bend my back as I pull up your hips till you're lying in my lap with my face in your crotch," Jackson let out a groan -- he was probably jacking off, too. "I'll take that sweet dick of yours into my mouth while I hump up into you; work your body down till I'm balls-deep in your pussy, pull you up till your pubes mesh with my mustache."

"Ohhh, Jay! Fuck me!" Troy moaned louder, his eyes shut tight as he remembered the last time Jackson had sucked his cock while fucking his pussy. It had felt soooo good! "Ohhh!"

"Oh, I'll fuck you! I'll fuck you so fucking hard! I'll fuck you till you're shooting cum down my throat -- and then I'll fuck you even harder!" Jackson's growling voice dissolved into inarticulate moans and grunts -- reaching orgasm just as Troy found himself doing the same, painting the sheets, his stomach and his groin with cum as he did his best to stuff both hands into his asshole.

It was several seconds later, lying limp on the bed and listening to Jackson panting and moaning, before the sparks stopped dancing inside Troy's eyelids.

"OK, I'll go with you."

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Sorry that this is a multi-parter, but life just keeps getting in the way :-) As it is, I thought it's better to share bits as I finish them. There's going to be one more installment for this story-line, and I'll do my best to make it sizzle.

Afterwards I'm considering two possibilities for my next story: A new Club story about a new cook getting hired, or else a continuation of "On the Block".

I'm hoping to get around to both; I'm just curious to see what all of you out there in Litland would like to read sooner.

Y



Gentlemen's Club Ch. 11



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"As you can see, good sirs, I hold in my hand a solid object," the magician held a 12 inch long, 3 inch wide dildo in front of him, showing it to the audience; one white-gloved hand was holding it steady at the base while the other stroked up and down the phallus, rubbing on an even coating of lube. The large dildo was a deep, dark purple sprinkled with silver glitter under a layer of clear latex. The glitter helped emphasize the thick bumps and ridges ringing the length of the fake prick.

As always, the magician's own swollen cock and balls swayed gently as he moved around the stage, his impressively proportioned genitals hanging free from the open crotch of his black, old-fashioned eveningwear. 

"And yet, despite its size and substance, I shall now make it disappear with the help of my lovely assistant, Joy!" the magician exclaimed, gesturing at the blue-sequin-covered blond, who was leaning forward on the props-table, side-on to the audience. At the magician's announcement, the blue assistant began to sway his luscious, round, sequin-decorated – but otherwise naked – ass from side to side, casting lustful glances alternately at the dildo-bearing magician and in the direction of the audience.

The pink-sequined assistant, who had earlier handed the magician both the phallus and then a squirt of lube, now moved to stand behind Joy and pressed a pair of lube-coated fingers into Joy's asshole while Joy moaned his appreciation at the intimate probing.

"As you can see, gentlemen, Joy is both open and empty – although not for long!" the magician moved to stand behind Joy, forcing the other assistant to pull out and step away from his blue-covered counterpart.

With a gentle corkscrew motion, the magician slowly worked the large dildo into the blue assistant, whose moans of enjoyment were muffled, due to the fact that the pink assistant was standing in front of him, between the audience and the props-table, gently working his almost 7 inch cock in and out of Joy's slurping, sucking mouth.

The insertion of the dildo took several minutes, as the magician would sometimes pull the phallus out to apply more lube – and to tease both Joy and the audience.

Finally, the slow, gentle insertion was complete; every last inch of the dildo was firmly pushed into Joy's straining anus. The magician then had his other assistant help him rotate the table on which Joy was leaning, turning the blue-clad body so that the audience could clearly see that no part of the dildo was showing – even when the magician reached around and pulled both blue-sequined cheeks apart, showing the un-sequined swatch on the inside of the smooth mounds and the dilated, reddened hole between them.

"As you can see, good sirs, there is not so much as a trace of the object showing!" the magician exclaimed while his hands kneaded and caressed the widespread ass-cheeks and his tumescent erection moved up and down against Joy's smooth face. "And just to prove that the object has vanished altogether, my delightful assistant, Paris, will now reach a finger into Joy and attempt to find it!"

So saying, the magician and the pink-covered Paris rotated the table back to its original position, each man taking the opportunity to press an exposed, fully erect cock against one of Joy's splayed thighs, visibly rubbing up and down the shapely, sequin-covered legs.

Paris then moved to stand behind Joy and pushed his already lubed finger into the other assistant. As the pink-clad blond began moving his finger carefully in and out of Joy, the magician turned to the audience, his leaking erection bounding up and down in his obvious excitement. "I know what you're thinking, gentlemen – a finger is such a small thing, and easily folded in half! Well, I shall just have to have Paris probe him with something bigger and harder to bend!" as he spoke he moved behind Paris, placing his stiff tool against his butt-crack, which, like Joy, was one of the only places on Paris' naked body that was not covered in sequins.

As Paris pulled out his finger, the magician reached around to lube Paris' already glistening prick with the hand farthest from the audience, while he lubed his own cock with the closer hand. Then, as Paris prepared to enter his blue-covered counterpart, the magician lined up his wet cockhead with the pink-covered assistant's pucker.

The magician placed both hands on Paris' hips, steadying him and making sure that his, the magician's, penetration from behind didn't cause the pink assistant to enter the ass in front of him too quickly. The insertion of cock to ass was slow between the two assistants, with much moaning and wiggling from both men.

Unintentionally, the house speakers picked up not only the three men's moans and groans, but also Joy's individual voice as he muttered, "C'mon, bitch, give it to me! Fill that pussy! Oh, fuck! Dick me! Ohhhh!" However, no one felt like complaining or turning down the pick-up.

The energetic three-way coupling continued for several minutes – Paris alternately thrusting back against the magician's impressive 9+ inches and plunging his own almost 7 inch cock forward into the wet, welcoming, blue-clad ass; while each of the other two men pushed towards him when he moved in their direction.

Visibly gritting his teeth, the magician kept himself from cumming as Paris jerked back and forth more and more violently, nearing his climax. Finally the pink assistant gave a yell, almost of relief, as his balls began to unload. Sensing that the smaller man was cumming, the magician tightened his grip on Paris' hips and took a step back, causing the next few spurts of cum to shoot up in the air, painting the blue-covered butt with streaks of pearly white.

Allowing the spent Paris to crumple gently to the floor – the front of his torso flat on the stage, legs folded under his belly and his upraised ass aimed at the audience.

The magician then dramatically caused the large dildo to reappear – from Paris' well-opened sphincter.

The grand finale featured a levitating Paris' ass being fucked in tandem by the magician in front and Joy behind.

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Troy was almost vibrating with a mixture of anticipation and dread by the time Jackson pulled up the van at their destination. They had only had time for quick review of the routine Jackson planned to put on, and Troy wasn't sure he remembered all his cues. 

He was also so turned on, he could hardly stand it – the memory of Jackson's promised reward kept playing in his mind, over and over again.

Turning off the engine, Jackson turned toward him with a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, Troy, you'll be fine. It'll all be over by lunchtime." The smile then got a little wider as he took in the sight of the pants Troy had borrowed from Mickey, which were made from a tight, elastic material and were currently showing a prominent tent.

"You know if you go out like that you'll scare the kids, right?" he said, reaching out a hand to rub Tory's crotch for emphasis. "We'd better make that swelling go down." So saying, he pulled Troy into the back of the van, pushing the smaller blond against one of the van's walls with one hand while the other pulled down the elastic waistband so that Troy's shaved cock and balls popped out. Dropping to his knees, Jackson looked up at Troy, a seductively naughty look on his goateed face, "Mickey gets pre-show nerves sometimes, too. Don't worry – I've got a sure-fire remedy."

Jackson then bent his head down and proceeded to suck down Troy's entire hard, 7 inch length in one quick, continuous gulp.

Troy threw his head back, the pleasure swamping his senses completely overwhelming the minor pain of knocking the back of his head into the van's side. Both hands grabbed Jackson's curly, dark hair – more for balance than to try and control the blow-job he was receiving, since Jackson was a great deal stronger than he was.

Jackson also kept a firm grip on Troy's thighs as he swallowed the slippery, swollen cock to the root before slowly moving back up until just the glans were hidden by his hot, sucking lips. Swirling his tongue around the head, he lapped up Troy's copious pre-cum before moving once more to press his goatee against the blond's smooth, tightening balls; his throat muscles milking the hard, swollen dick as he moved his mouth back and forth.

Troy's climax wasn't long in coming – six hard blasts shooting out of his throbbing cock and into Jackson's sloppy, gulping mouth.

* * * *

"Well, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Jackson asked, smiling down at his new assistant as they both carried the table back to the van. 

Troy smiled back. He hadn't done so badly, after all; the few times he had fumbled, Jackson had been there to make it seem like part of the show. 

Helping Jackson re-load the rest of the equipment back into the van, Troy took a moment to look back at the party guests. While he and Jackson had been entertaining at the children's party out on the lawn, there had been another party for their adult relatives going on under an open-sided tent a short distance away. 

More than once during the show, Troy had caught sight of a man from the adult party staring at him – not that there hadn't been parents coming and going from the tent to the lawn and back again, but something about the way the guy had looked at him had felt more like being checked out at a club or a bar than interest in a magic show.

Looking towards the tent, Troy caught a brief view of the man again; about 5'8", balding, with dark colored eyes – Troy couldn't tell their shade at this distance. He wasn't looking in Troy's direction at the moment, and a second later the guy moved away, so Troy couldn't quite decide if he'd ever seen him before – he'd let so many tricks pick him up over the past two years, anything was possible.

Dismissing the stranger from his mind, Troy turned back to Jackson just in time to see the taller man pack up the last of the gear into place and strap it down securely in the van. Troy almost shouted with glee as Jackson reached out to pull Troy into the back of the van, obviously as eager to make good on his promise of post-show sex as Troy was.

They didn't worry about being seen from the outside, and not only because they were so focused on each other – there was a curtain between the front seat, with its wide windshield and windows, and the back compartment; and the rear doors and windows were covered with dusty, semi-transparent decals advertising "The Amazing Jackoni", which only let in a limited amount of light – a person would have to actually lean right up against a window in order to see into the van.

As always, Troy felt his heart beat faster as Jackson pressed up against him. The way he loomed over Troy, the strength of Jackson's muscular arms and that wonderfully hard cock poking him in the stomach were all having their usual effect of driving Troy wild with desire.

Troy wasted no time undoing Jackson's fly as Jackson reached into the back of his pants to cup and grope Troy's butt. There wasn't enough room in the van to get each-other totally naked, but they managed to pull off their shirts and push Troy's tight pants down his thighs before collapsing on the narrow floor space, between the boxes of equipment.

Pawing at each other like a pair of horny teenagers at a necking session, they restlessly moved around the cramped space; gabbing ass-cheeks, squeezing pecs, pulling dick; their mouths kissing, licking and sucking on whichever part of the other's skin was most readily available.

Finally, Jackson pinned Troy to the threadbare carpet, holding both of Troy's hands down in one of his larger palms over their heads as he kissed the blond deeply. Troy felt like he might go off any minute as Jackson's skilled tongue worked its own brand of magic in his mouth.

"I know I promised you the full treatment," Jackson said, panting in Troy's ear as he rubbed his sweaty, half naked body slowly against Troy's. "But I don't think I can hold off that long – even if we did have enough room back here to do it right."

Troy had to agree; he hadn't imagined such a tight fit when he'd pictured their after-show entertainment. And just now he wasn't feeling the need for too much foreplay – he just wanted Jackson to fuck him senseless.

But a boy had to play a LITTLE hard to get... 

"Awww, Jay! You promised to rim me, remember? I was really looking forward to it – the way you said you'd eat my pussy out till I was begging for a good, hard fuck," Troy pouted, knowing that Jackson could see his expression even in the gloomy interior of the van, since their faces were so close.

"Well, I'll tell you what," Jackson purred, shifting his body to crouch between Troy's open legs. "If it'll make you happy, I'll rim you first – you did earn it, after all." So saying, he sucked quickly on the middle finger of his free hand before stuffing it in Troy's twitching ass-ring up to the second knuckle. 

Jackson moved the finger around in a circular motion, bending down to let his moist, hot breath float around Troy's sensitive, dark-rose colored cockhead. Licking his lips, he added, "I'm going to have to let go of your hands in order to eat your ass out properly – if I see you reach for that dick, even once, I'll stop!"

"I won't, I won't!" Troy's voice seemed to go up half an octave with excitement. "I'll be good! Please, Jay, I swear I'll be good while you eat out my pussy!" 

As soon as Jackson released his hands, Troy laced them at the back of his neck to prove his compliance, hoping he would be able to keep them there once that talented tongue got to work on him.

Soon the van was filled with the wet sounds of slurping and licking, along with an increasing volume of groans , pleas and profanities. "Oh, like that!" "Lick it THERE! Ahhhh!" "Suck that ass good!" "Ohhhh, deeper, you sunavabitch, DEEPER!"

Troy could feel his fingertips digging into the backs of his hands as he struggled to keep them behind his neck. His eyes were crossing under his closed lids, his head tossing from side to side as his pleasure mounted. Crossing his legs behind Jackson's head, he pulled his claves closer, forcing more of Jackson's face into his spit-and-sweat slick ass.

In response, Jackson brought both hands up to Troy's butt-cheeks, pulling them apart, kneading and squeezing the firm-but-pliant flesh as he continued to drill deeply with his tongue, seeming to taste every nook and cranny up Troy's pleasure-radiating channel.

Troy felt a stab of disappointment when Jackson finally pulled his face out from between Troy's thighs. Troy could feel his wet sphincter rhythmically dilate and contract as it tried to attract Jackson's attention and get him to return to his oral ministrations.

Focusing his bleary eyes in the gloomy space – had it gotten darker inside the van? – he saw that Jackson had removed a hand from one of his well-groped ass-cheeks in order to reach for the lube. "OHHH, YEEEEEESSS!"

Moving back up Troy's torso, Jackson latched his lips onto each of Troy's nipples, over and over again, as he lubed up the begging back passage, easily slipping a coated finger into Troy's cock-hungry cunt as he sucked on each pink nub, lightly grazing one with his teeth before moving over to the opposing tit.

When he was sure that Troy was ready – or maybe when Jackson himself couldn't stand the tension anymore – the fingers pulled out and Jackson's fiery-hot glans pressed against the ravenous ass he'd opened up.

From a great deal of previous experience, Jackson knew that Troy's left nipple was extra sensitive, especially during ass-play, and so he made sure to gently lock his teeth around the pink, swollen nub as he eased his way into Troy's pussy.

Both men let out a grunt of satisfaction when they felt Jackson's balls smack against Troy's butt-cheeks. Releasing Troy's nip, Jackson leaned forward, bringing his face against Troy's for a deep, probing kiss.

"You still want me to suck it?" he asked, nuzzling his bearded face into Troy's neck.

Troy's brain was barely able to process the question as pleasure kept rushing through him; from both his cock as it brushed against Jackson's lightly furred stomach, and his well-stroked prostate. He couldn't quite understand what Jackson was asking him – he just knew that he was being pleasured, and he wanted it to continue.

"Uhhh, fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuck!"

"Awwright! One hard fuck, coming up!"

What was left of Troy's brain seemed to melt away in the wake of the pounding Jackson delivered to his clinging, squeezing rectum. Oblivious to their surroundings, the two heaved and thrust, crying out their pleasure and lust as they both worked Jackson's cock in Troy's clinging anal-passage.

"Oh, gggg...! Ahhhh! Jaaaaaayy!" Troy shouted out as his almost-neglected prick begin to swell up, the cum racing from his balls to splatter along Jackson's heaving stomach and his own torso in three massive spurts, followed by several more minor eruptions. 

"Yeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jackson yelled as Troy felt the extra fullness that meant Jackson's cock was ready to unload, followed by several hot, wet pulses deep inside his body.

For what seemed like a small eternity, the two young men clung together as their orgasms slowly subsided, the occasional internal spasm from Troy triggering another spurt from Jackson, a slight movement of Jackson's still-hard cock against Troy's sensitive prostate causing him to tighten and twitch.

Finally their breathing steadied and their hearts slowed down enough to be aware of their surroundings. Troy suddenly realized that he'd been screaming his head off only a short distance away from over 3 dozen people – it was a miracle no one had come along, banging on the side of the van and demanding to know what was going on in there.

As though his thoughts had caused it, Troy suddenly heard a resounding tapping sound – someone WAS knocking on the back door of the van!

Jackson heard it at the same time, and both of them turned to look at the partly covered back window. Looking back at them was a man – the guy who'd been checking him out, Troy thought – both hands cupping his face and pressed against the semi-transparent sticker to help him see into the darkened interior of the van.

"Do you think he can see us?" Troy whispered.

"Maybe," Jackson answered softly, slowly rising up on all fours, his spent dick pulling out of Troy's well-juiced ass with a faint squelching, sucking noise. Pulling his pants back up and closing his fly, Jackson said in a louder voice, "Yeah, what do you want?" There was no apology in his tone – if anything, he sounded slightly aggressive.

"I'd like to ask about booking you for another party," came the slightly muffled reply. "I think you're just what I've been looking for."

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"So, why didn't we tell him that I'm not your usual assistant?" Troy asked Jackson as they were pulling away from the driveway.

"First of all, he doesn't need to know anything more about us than he already does," Jackson replied. He was obviously still a little pissed at being spied upon. "And secondly, I have an idea for the show – but it'll only work if no-one realizes that there are two of you."

Troy turned to look at Jackson, but the other man was focused on the road, so Troy had no clues as to what he meant by that strange statement.

"Technically, there is only one of me. And MICKEY is your assistant – I only stepped in this once as a favor!"

"Yeah, but you could become a regular part of the act if you wanted to – you already know most of the tricks we do, you just need a little practice; the party isn't for another three weeks, that's plenty of time to polish your act. And the money's good."

Troy had to admit that was true – he had gotten almost half of the payment for this current gig, and it was certainly more than he would have gotten for the same amount of time at the stir-fry place he worked at part-time.




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"And since this is going to be an adult party, we're getting paid twice as much," Jackson pointed out.

Jackson took his eyes off the road for a moment to gauge Troy's response to his arguments. Facing forward again he added, "I still owe you that fuck'n'suck – how about we talk this over after that?"

Well, that was an offer Troy couldn't refuse.

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As soon as Jackson and Troy got back to the apartment, the first thing they did was check on Mickey. He'd woken up feeling sick the day before – which was why Troy had taken his place in the magic act – and, both being his friends, they wanted to see if he was feeling well enough today to make it a threesome.

Finding the other blond sound asleep on the bed, the two moved to the living room and its main feature – the couch.

Although small, the living room of Jackson and Mickey's tiny apartment had one advantage – it was bigger than the inside of a crowded van.

Both men took their time stripping each other, taking the time to caress, lick and kiss every part of each other they exposed; sometimes Jackson or Troy would pull back a little to pose and tease, heightening the anticipation. The urgency they had felt after the show had been taken care of – they were both still horny, but it was a slow boil now, rather than a burning need.

Finally, Jackson took Troy's naked body in his arms and deposited the smaller man on his back on the couch. Kneeling beside the couch with his knees on the floor, Jackson picked up one of Troy's legs and began running his tongue over the small, graceful foot from heel to toe and back down again. He worked his tongue between the toes as Troy groaned his appreciation, before sucking them all into his mouth, causing Troy to arch up on the couch and reach for his already engorging cock.

Jackson gave the other foot to the same treatment before sucking and licking his way up Troy's delicate ankles, alternating legs as he worked his way up the smooth calves to Troy's thighs.

Throwing one leg over Jackson's muscular shoulder, Troy opened his legs as much as his position on the sagging sofa would allow, moaning and quietly begging for some more attention between his sweaty legs.

Jackson deliberately ignored the target Troy presented him with, moving to kneel on the couch between Troy's now-trapped leg and allowing the other leg to drop from his shoulder onto the floor as he moved up Troy's torso – carefully avoiding the upthrust cock poking him in the sternum – to lick and nibble at Troy's stomach, dipping his tongue into Troy's navel suggestively as he looked up into Troy's smoldering blue eyes.

In this teasing way Jackson worked his way up to Troy's neck, nipping and licking at the sensitive skin, sucking on the spot just behind the ear that drove Troy wild.

"Ohhh, Jay! Ohhh, yeah! C'mon, man, you promised me a blow-job," Troy panted, straining to rub his leaking cockhead against Jackson's well-defined abs, even as the bigger man held him down, teasing him. "You said you were gonna dick me and suck me – c'mon, Jay, I need it!"

Jackson lowered himself down Troy's body, reaching under the couch for the bottle of lube he knew was there. He sat up to apply a small handful to his straining cock, making a show of greasing up for Troy, who gazed back appreciatively at Jackson's hard tool. Troy shifted his hips slightly, bringing his winking hole into view.

Jackson brought his slick hand down to rub and stroke at the opening, slipping two lubed fingers into Troy's hungry cunt at once. Refusing to be rushed, Jackson made sure that he'd deposited as much of the slippery goo as possible inside of Troy's tightly gripping passage before lining up his cock with the wet, dilated hole and pushing gently forward.

Troy let out a happy groan as the rock-hard fuckpole made its way up his pussy.

Jackson slowly pumped his hips, tweaking and stroking Troy's nipples as his dick moved slowly further and further into Troy's body, until he felt his pubes press against Troy's ass. Looking down, Jackson enjoyed the sight of the thick, dark root of his cock buried inside Troy's pink butt-hole; the smaller man's 7 inch dick straining and leaking streams of pre-cum over his tight, heaving belly; Troy's face was flushed with lust; his bedroom-blue eyes narrowed with pleasure; moans of bliss pouring from his lush, kiss-swollen lips.

Jackson gave Troy a few more shallow pumps before bending down to lick and nibble on Tory's hard, reddened nipples. His thrusts became more vigorous as he ran his tongue back and forth between the two small peaks, feeling Tory's cock press into the treasure trail on his own stomach.

Jackson's thrusts grew slow and shallow again a few seconds later as he began to tongue his way down Troy's smooth chest to his belly, licking up pre-cum and sweat as he slowly curved himself into a tighter and tighter ball – making sure his cock stayed firmly planted deep inside Troy's cunt the whole time.

"Oh, that's it, you sunavabitch! Fuck that pussy! Fuck me!" Troy moaned, eyes almost closed as he concentrated on the wonderful sensations emanating from his stuffed anal passage. His eyes sprang open when he felt Jackson's hot breath wafting over his sensitive cockhead – in his pleasure over getting shafted, he'd completely forgot about the other half of Jackson's promise. Troy looked down his body with eager expectation as Jackson's soft lips closed over his swollen glans, small streams of pre-cum and saliva running down the straining shaft as Jackson swirled his tongue around the mushroom head. "Shit, YEAH! Lick that dick! Pump that pussy! Eat my fucking cock! OHHH, FUCK ME!!!"

Jackson was more than happy to oblige, slowly but surely sucking in more and more of Troy's pulsing, hard prick. He grabbed Troy by the waist with both hands, lifting Troy and pulling him more firmly onto Jackson's canted pelvis, practically seating Troy on his lap before bouncing the smaller blond up and down as he bent double, deep-throating Troy every time the smaller man was at the top of the bounce, slamming in to his balls every time he let Troy drop down.

Jackson knew he couldn't keep this up for very long – the strain on his neck and back was too great. But he also knew that all the stimulation would cause Troy to blow his load soon, so it was just a matter of holding on until he got a mouthful of spunk from the twitching, throbbing cock he was sucking.

"Ohhhhh, yeeeeaaaahh! Give it t'me! Give i' t'me, HARD!!! OHHHHHHHH!!!" within minutes Troy's dick swelled even thicker, his balls tightening as he shot his boiling-hot spunk deep into Jackson's vacuuming gullet.

Jackson felt his cock held in a vise-like grip as Troy cummed. When he'd gulped down four or five big spurts of cum, Jackson released Troy's still-hard dick, letting the next, weaker spurts paint his goatee, neck, chest and stomach as he straightened out; sitting back on his heels, he pumped his hips savagely up into Troy's orgasming body, Jackson's body continuing to arch backwards as he felt his own climax rushing towards him.

Suddenly a cock pressed against his wet, slightly parted lips. Opening his eyes, which had closed on their own as he'd concentrated on the sensations of his pounding cock, Jackson saw Mickey standing beside the couch, wearing only a pair of pajama bottoms. Mickey had worked the fly open and now had his exposed cock in one slippery hand – coated equally with sweat, spit and pre-cum – aiming the leaking, twitching head at Jackson's salivating mouth.

Jackson came, hard, a few seconds later as he sucked the cum out of Mickey's dick; blasting a big, thick load of cum into Troy's tight, cock-milking asshole.

* * * *

Later that day – after the three of them took turns using the tiny shower – Jackson and Tory filled a much-recovered Mickey in about all that had happened, explaining about the meeting with the man outside the van. 

Mr. Elroy Masters ("Call me Roy") said he wanted them to entertain at an anniversary party he was setting up for two of his friends, Alex and Chris. He said he's heard of Jackson and Mickey's act, and liked the idea of a sexy male assistant, which is why he'd convinced his cousin to hire Jackson for her son's party – it had been his way of checking them out without committing himself.

Jackson ruefully admitted that Roy had caught them with their pants down afterwards; but that the guy hadn't seemed either fazed by it, or seemed to expect them to do anything similar for his guests at the party – even though most of them, including the guests of honor, would be gay men.

Troy chimed in that Jackson had stopped him from admitting that he was a last minute substitute in the show, even after Roy had said that he was less than impressed with the Troy's abilities to do anything other than look good in tights.

Jackson explained the reason for this by telling them his idea for the performance. He then spent the rest of the night wheedling and smooth-talking, getting each of them to agree to it. 

"If this guy is even half as well-connected as he claims he is, this could be our ticket out of the kiddy-party circuit and into real showbiz!" he exclaimed, rolling off of Mickey for the third time that night and letting Troy settle down comfortably in a seated position on his face.

The following day Jackson went to his favorite magic shop and bought some new equipment with the down-payment Roy had given him. 

For the next three weeks, the three friends spent every waking moment that they weren't studying or working at their day-jobs – or, of course, fucking – practicing the new act.

* * * *

The three arrived at the suburban house a few minutes before the appointed time. Jackson parked the van at the curb and then turned to the other two.

Taking a deep breath, he smiled at them. "OK, guys, SHOWTIME!"

Mickey went to ring the doorbell while Jackson started to unload boxes and un-strap the special table from its place in the van.

Roy Masters opened the door and gave Mickey a pleased smile. "Oh, good, you're here! The party is going to take place both inside the house and out on the lawn – where would you boys like to set up?"

"Hello, Roy," Mickey said, having been coached on what their employer looked like. "Jay would rather work indoors than out, and so would I – it's a bit chilly in this get-up!" Mickey was wearing a new pair of sequined, bright-blue, tight pants and shirt that left very little to the imagination, and the thin fabric tended to let in even the slightest breeze.

"All right, follow me, then," Roy said to both Mickey and Jackson, who had just wheeled over one of the large trunks he'd unloaded.

Roy led them to a large living-room in which the furniture had been removed, leaving only a buffet table on the far side with a large cake and a banner over it saying "Happy 12th anniversary". The cake was decorated with a combination of a pair of masks – the classic happy/sad faces that symbolized the theater – and a stylized shield and gun. Jackson guessed one of the couple must be in show-business while the other was a cop. 'This really could be our lucky night, if the theatrical one had any good connections, and likes what he sees!' Jackson thought happily to himself as he and Mickey went back to the van for the table and the rest of the equipment.

The two finished setting up as the guests began to arrive. Jackson was interested to see that quite a few were very attractive young men, 'So it won't just be a bunch of old fogies leering at us'. There was even an occasional woman in the crowd. 

Half an hour after the magic team had arrived, there was a big fuss at the entrance – the happy couple had finally arrived, and the entire crowd yelled "Surprise!" at them as they entered the house.

Watching a middle-aged woman embrace one of the new arrivals, Jackson noticed the physical resemblance between them and realized with a pang that she must be a relative – not everyone's family abandoned them once they told them they were gay, like his had done.

The realization made him like his prospective audience, made him want to please them; and when he pointed out other, obviously straight, relatives of the celebrating couple to Mickey, the smaller man picked up on his feelings and gave him an encouraging smile. "We'll make it the best show we've ever done, Jackson!"

Jackson and Mickey stayed politely out of the way as the crowd sang "Happy Anniversary" to the couple – a black man with short, curly, graying hair and a slightly shorter white man looking like he hadn't shaved lately, whose dark hair was tied back in a short pony-tail at the nape of his neck. Both were well-dressed and had their arms around each-other's waist as they walked into the room, surrounded by their friends.

Toasts were proposed, anecdotes about both men – individually or as a couple – were shared; and then Roy stepped forward and announced a special treat, "I know how much Alex loves magic, even if he would never admit to it," he said with a grin as the unshaven man shook his head and pretended to hide his embarrassed face behind one hand, "and how much Chris misses those far-ago days in shopping malls, catching young punks as they tried to make the merchandise disappear – so, here they are, the Great Jaconi and his lovely assistant, Mike, to dazzle and amaze us all!"

Taking this as his cue, Jackson turned on the techno music that would be the soundtrack for the show, and he and Mickey began their routine.

Some of the audience immediately set off to the buffet tables out on the lawn, but most stayed at least a little while to watch. The happy couple were among those who stayed. Jackson noticed that another person to stay was a tall, broad-chested man with wavy, dark red hair and trimmed beard. The man seemed to give off a powerful aura, his emerald eyes catching Jackson's every time he looked in the man's direction.

But Jackson couldn't allow himself to be distracted, not by him or any of the other – many – attractive men in the audience.

He and Mickey began their routine much like they usually did, albeit with a slightly different spiel, since they usually had a much younger audience listening.

Finally, the moment had come. "Ladies and gentlemen, I invite you to inspect this chest," Jackson said, opening one of the large, black leather boxes he'd unpacked the props from. Standing it on one end so that it looked like a small wardrobe, he opened the door and waved his hand inside to show that it was empty. He then closed it and began knocking on all the sides, spinning it around on its wheels to prove that the back was as solid as the front. "I assure you that my assistant, Mike, is every bit as solid as this chest," he said, tapping lightly on Mickey's chest as the members of the audience gave a polite laugh. "However, when these two are brought together," he helped Mickey climb into the upright chest, "an astonishing thing happens!" he exclaimed, closing the lid behind the slim blond. Jackson once again spun the box slowly around, tapping on all sides as he did so to prove that all the sides remained firm.

He also took the opportunity to survey the audience, making sure that they were watching him, and not looking around at each other – it was vital that he keep their attention focused on him for just a few seconds longer!

Having tapped and spun the chest a full 360 degrees, Jackson exclaimed a magical phrase and threw back the lid with a theatrical flourish to reveal – a dark, empty space! Jackson proceeded to wave his hand inside once again to prove that the chest was empty.

The audience gave a most gratifying gasp of amazement. Jackson took a bow as they began to applaud. "Thank you, thank you all! And how about a round of applause for Mike?" he said, gesturing towards the guests of honor – and the short, cute blond in blue tights standing directly behind and between them.

Everyone burst into thunderous applause as Troy moved to stand next to Jackson, both of them holding hands and taking their bows.

After that the group broke up into smaller parts; some going out to the buffet tables, while others stayed to talk in the large room.

As the guests closed in on Jackson to congratulate him and Troy on a job well-done, the large, dignified looking black man who'd been identified as Chris leaned close to Jackson and whispered, "Shouldn't you let your other friend out now?"

Jackson gave him a startled look. "What do you mean?" he asked softly, trying to pretend he didn't understand what Chris was talking about.

"Well, it was a pretty good switch – they DO look a lot alike. But if you're going to keep this act up, I'd invest in some contact lenses and maybe some looser pants – this kid's got blue eyes, whereas the first one had light-hazel; the first kid's ass had deeper dimples and this one's got a bigger cock."

Jackson felt his cheeks burning as he realized that all these things were true – he hadn't thought any of his audience would notice the slight differences since both blonds had their hair done up the same and wore identical clothing.

"Hey, don't beat yourself up over it; I've been in the security business for over 20 years, I'm trained to notice little details like that," Chris gave Jackson a friendly wink. "So, are you going to let him out, or is he honestly going to stay in there all night?"

Keeping his own voice lowered, Jackson answered, "I was going to wait a little, till everyone moved away, and then take the trunk back to the van – if anyone asked, I'd have told them I was tidying up, getting a head start on packing up the gear."

Chris nodded. "Well, I'd hate to ruin a nice trick like that, and I know Alex liked it just the way it was. Tell you what – does either one have a different outfit?"

"Maybe," Jackson frowned, not sure where this was going.

"Well, have the kid in the trunk put it on, and we'll pretend he's one of the guests."

Jackson agreed – if the guy was willing to have one of the performers act like a party guest, Jackson wasn't going to argue with him. He could see that Troy was already being fussed over and hit-on by the other guests – and liking it fine, judging by the flirtatious look on his face.

So Jackson wheeled the trunk with Mickey in it back to the van and had him get dressed in his regular clothes.

As they headed back to the house they were greeted by Alex. "I wanted to tell you, I was really impressed by your little show there – the bit where you had the double stand right behind us was a nice touch!"

Jackson hung his head down in defeat – no one had been fooled!

"Oh, don't take it like that, kid – I've been in showbiz a long time. Yours isn't the first disappear-reappear act I've seen! But you handled it well – you played out the audience like a pro, and kept everyone's eyes where they should be without being too obvious about it." The three of them were walking back towards the house as Alex spoke.

"Me and Roy work together at this club, over in the city. We could use an act like yours – give the stage-show a little class. I'd like you all to come over sometime soon to take a look at what we do, see if you'd be interested in signing on."

Jackson and Mickey agreed that they'd like to do so, and later when they spoke to Troy he seconded the idea enthusiastically – a little too enthusiastically, to Jackson's mind.

* * * *

By the time the threesome returned to Jackson and Mickey's apartment, it was well after 2 a.m. Although it had been a tiring night, they were all too jazzed-up to sleep.

"So, what's so special about this place that he wants us to come see it before hiring us?" Mickey mused he took off his shoes. Around him Jackson and Troy were also taking off their clothes.

"Ohhh, boy! You mean you don't know?" Troy asked, a fiendishly delighted look on his face.

"Know what?" both Mickey and Jackson asked at the same time; Mickey, with his pants half-way down his legs, looked confused; while Jackson stopped in the middle of taking off his shirt to look suspiciously at Troy.




Gentlemen's Club Ch. 11



"A lot of the guests at that party all work together at this place – I understand even the boss was around somewhere, though no one was willing to point him out to me. It's a special sort of high-class night-club, where guys get together to fuck." Troy finished stripping and looked at the other two, a smug look on his cute face.

"You mean, some guys at the party just came out and told you that they work at a sex-club?" Jackson's frown deepened. Just what had he gotten them into?

"No. A bunch of guys were feeling me up – god, I love wearing spandex! – and one of them had heard that Alex invited us to the club; so they thought they should warn me – us – about what to expect. I guess they were worried we'd run off screaming or something," Troy's expression stated clearly that the last thing he'd do in a place like that is run – although he'd be willing to give the screaming a try, if the reason for it was a good, hard fuck. He had stretched out his naked body in the middle of the bed and was gently playing with his semi-erect cock as he spoke. Closing his eyes he added, "A lot of the younger ones are in the stage show, and they gave me a little demo of what they do with each-other," a dreamy smile spread across his face as his slowly stroking hand sped up.

Intrigued, the other two climbed into bed and began pressing against Troy. Mickey straddled one of his stretched-out legs and bent to lick at his smooth, tightening balls while Jackson rubbed his dick into Troy's waist, supporting himself with one hand while the other hand roamed around Troy's chest, stroking and pinching. "Do you mean they showed you, or they SHOWED you?" he asked, leaning in to lick and nibble at Troy's ear.

Troy turned his head sideways, opening his mouth to suck on Jackson's tongue in a deep, hot kiss while he reached down to run his hands appreciatively over Mickey's tousled hair as the other blond slowly worked his way down to Troy's butt-crack. "I mean, I watched three of them suck each other off in one of the spare rooms, while I let a fourth guy fuck my ass – OH, YEAH!" just then Mickey reached Troy's puckered anus, which was just as dilated as it usually was after Jackson had finished pumping a load into it, so Mickey knew Troy was telling the truth about getting fucked recently.

Lifting his head, Jackson asked the question that Mickey was also thinking – although Mickey was having too good a time rimming Troy to pull his tongue out long enough to ask – "Do they expect us to do that sort of thing, too?" Jackson sounded nervous and excited at the same time, rubbing his swollen cock more vigorously against Troy's body.

"Well, I told the guys how hung you are, and I think they're looking forward to seeing this hot piece," Troy reached down to grip Jackson's pre-cum leaking, throbbing erection, "in action. You don't want to disappoint your audience, do you?"



Gentlemen's Club Ch. 12



Sorry for the wait (don't you hate it when real life gets in the way) - here's a little something while I polish off the next character story. 
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All characters are 18 or older.



SHOWTIME

The curtains pulled back to reveal a tall, muscular, blond young man on a haystack (the haystack was actually foam rubber covered with a hay-patterned cloth, but no one in the audience would care, even if they noticed). The one item of clothing he had on was a straw hat, pushed back so his face was clearly visible.

The young farmboy was lying back against the haystack, both hands wrapped around an impressive erection – one hand at the smooth, hairless base, the other directly above, holding more of the hot, fleshy column – the cock was so long that the entire pink mushroom head was uncovered and visible above his clenched fists.

The young man's arm muscles bulged slightly as he squeezed and relaxed his hands on his hard dick; his strongly muscled, spread legs twitching slightly as he slowly pleasured himself. His hips were canted so that every twitch gave a tantalizing glimpse of his small, round ass.

After a few seconds, during which the audience got a clear view of his bare, smooth body, Farmboy let go of his cock – which kept pointing straight up from his crotch – and reached for a bottle of lube lying beside his hip. He tilted his hips farther up, revealing his pink pucker, and quickly pushed three slick fingers from his left hand up the winking hole while his right grabbed hold of his dick and started a fast up and down stroke. This new pose lasted a whole minute, the wide cockhead visibly darkening and swelling as he probed his own prostate. The freely flowing precum caught the stage lights as it added a natural lube to the tumescent, meaty pole.

Then Farmboy pulled his hand out of his ass and reached into the haystack, pulling out a 10-inch-long corn-cob (a ridged, yellow latex dildo with a green handle) which he began to gradually push in and out of his slick anus. Moans of pleasure had been pouring out his lush, red lips throughout his performance so far, moans that deepened in intensity and increased in volume as the corn-cob penetrated deeper and deeper into his welcoming butt. Within moments all but the handle was swallowed up his wide-stretched asshole, and he began a fast rhythmed dildo-fuck and jack-off. 

After a few seconds he changed his position, turning around on his knees to lean against the haystack, pushing his red, throbbing cock down between his legs and humping against the stack. All the while his left hand gripped the corn-cob handle, pumping the dildo in and out in a fast, rough pace.

Farmboy turned his face towards the audience, grimacing in pained ecstasy; his eyes closed tightly as he concentrated on the sensations blazing along his rectum.

Suddenly someone appeared on-stage on Farmboy's right. The man was tall with broad shoulders; his muscular body was covered in dark-brown curls, and his long hair was caught in a French braid that started on the top of his head and continued till the nape of his neck, dangling a short distance down his back. His upstanding cock was over 9 inches long and was already a dark-purple color as he came on stage. Clearly visible between his high, hard ass-cheeks was a butt-plug with a long-haired, dark-brown tail which reached down to the back of his knees.

Stallion stamped his feet down hard on the stage as he approached Farmboy, the noise causing the boy's eyes to open wide. With an excited neigh, Stallion bent down to nibble at the half-exposed corn-cob poking out of Farmboy's raised backside. Soon Stallion pulled the slippery yellow toy out completely and tossed it aside on the stage, moving on to eat out Farmboy's open hole. The mirror suspended at an angle over the stage gave the entire audience a good look at the thick 5-inch tongue that Stallion was working in and out of Farmboy's pliant ass.

A minute later Stallion moved back just enough to aim his rigid dick at Farmboy's waiting, glistening ass-ring. The entire room held its collective breath as the wide glans slowly eased its way past the twitching pucker, Stallion's tail flicking from side to side with every mini-thrust he made as he rocked his hips, working the fat cockhead gradually into Farmboy's expanding, grasping anus.

Stallion took over a minute to push his cockhead completely into Farmboy, his movements firm, slow and gentle. Once the whole cockhead was swallowed by the moaning youth, he grabbed Farmboy's right thigh and pulled up. Slowly, one degree at a time, Stallion rotated Farmboy on his rigid knob until he was face-up, his shoulders on the haystack and both thighs in Stallion's big, powerful hands – his only other support was the cock buried partway up his ass, since his feet were several inches off the floor.

Holding Farmboy steady, Stallion slowly pushed farther and farther into his tight-gripping bubble-butt, tail swishing as he humped his hips with increasing force until his curly pubes pressed against the smooth skinned Farmbuns.

As soon as he felt Stallion's balls press against him, Farmboy wrapped both legs tightly around Stallion's waist. His abs rippled as he lifted his torso up to wrap his arms around Stallion's neck, tangling his fingers in Stallion's mane.

"Alright, horsey – giddyup!" he said, shoving his hips against Stallion's groin. Stallion began moving up and down the stage, his cock thrusting in and out of the man riding him in time with his pace as he first walked, cantered and then ran back and forth. After nearly five complete laps around the stage Stallion collapsed onto his knees, his back arching farther and farther back as his hips kept up their fast-paced pumping motion, leaving Farmboy sitting-bouncing on top of him, riding Stallion to a loud, messy orgasm. Farmboy stood up as Stallion started groaning, letting the Stallion-dick shoot its heavy load into the air between his legs. Stumbling, one hand gripping his own swollen, purple hard-on, Farmboy sat gingerly back down on his haystack.

As he sat there panting, a new creature crawled on stage on his hands and knees. Unlike Stallion, his body was completely hairless – even the tail attached to the bright-pink dildo up his ass was a hairless, pink piece of latex in a loose spiral shape. The newcomer's whole body quivered as he moved – despite being slightly shorter than Farmboy, he clearly outweighed him by at least 30 lbs, none of which was muscle. His smooth-limbed, round body moved slowly along the stage as Stallion rolled over and moved off the stage.

Pig went directly to the abandoned corn-cob that lay to one side of the stage. Leaning on his elbows, he took it in both hands and gulped more than half its length down his throat. He then started sucking back and forth on it, taking more of the slippery toy with each gulp – all the while grunting and squealing softly.

Farmboy watched Pig's round, fleshy ass as it quivered and swayed. Taking a firmer grip around his hard-on with one hand, he slowly eased towards the discarded bottle of lube. Slowly, gently, he rubbed a generous amount of gel onto his cock. Then, still moving slowly and quietly, he stalked into position behind the kneeling Pig.

Licking his lips – partly from tension and partly from excitement – Farmboy lunged toward Pig, pulling out the butt-plug and poking more than half the length of his cockhead into Pig's exposed ass-ring. 

Pig let out a loud "Squeeeee" as Farmboy thrust into him. The plug dangled from Farmboy's hand, and the audience could clearly see that it was nowhere near as wide as Farmboy's rigid, dark-red fuckpole. But despite the way Pig wiggled his hips vigorously from side to side, he wasn't able to dislodge Farmboy – he actually seemed to be helping the young man's cock gain deeper and deeper entrance up his rectum.

Grabbing slapping Pig's fat rump to make it giggle even more, Farmboy fucked him hard and fast. The audience could clearly see that each of Pig's ass-cheeks was bigger than Farmboy's entire butt as Farmboy slammed against Pig over and over again, the chubby ass and thighs rippling with each impact of Farmboy's hard abs and thighs. Pig's thick, 6-inch cock was just visible between his thighs and round belly; his hard-nippled pecs hung almost to the floor, swinging with each bucking back-thrust he gave.

"Yeah, piggy! Suuueeee, piggy, piggy! I'm gonna pork ya! I'm gonna pork ya so gooood!!!" Farmboy moaned and grunted through clenched teeth.

A minute later Farmboy pulled out, spraying Pig's back with cum. Pig collapsed onto one side, his hard dick clearly visible to the audience for the first time – it was at least 2.5 inches across, and was leaking precum in a constant stream.

The exhausted Farmboy moved to lie down on the stage, his body mostly hidden from the audience behind Pig, and another crawling figure appeared.

He was lean and mostly hairless. His shoulder-length black hair was pulled in two tails, one over each ear – matching in color with the 4-inch tail sticking directly up from his butt-plug.

Dog made a bee-line for the white puddle Pig was lying in, wagging his tail as he lapped up the cooling white globs. Soon he moved on to lick the cum leaking from Pig's ass, Pig helping him by planting one foot on the stage, bending his knees and spreading his wide, full thighs. The stimulation of Dog's tongue lapping in and out his hole was all Pig needed to let out a heavy load of jizz onto the stage in front of him. Dog immediately pounced on the new creamy mess.

Swallowing a few tonguefuls of jizz, Dog then sat back on his haunches and bent down to lick at his hard, 7 inch dick – the audience could clearly see Dog's tongue lap at the shiny, dark-red cockhead and vein-etched shaft. After four or five licks, during which Pig rolled over and crawled away, Dog lifted his head and sniff-sniffed his way towards Farmboy.

Farmboy was lying on his back, his left side towards the audience, his left knee bent, giving the stage-right audience a peeking view of his butt-crack. Dog bent his head to the ground, alternately sniffing and licking stray drops of cum from the stage floorboards, his plugged butt wiggling as he made his way towards the prone Farmboy. Suddenly noticing his goal (who had been no more than 2 feet away the whole time Dog had been looking for him), Dog wagged his tail even more energetically, letting out a "Woof" of excitement as he shoved his face between Farmboy's legs. Dog pressed his mouth and nose deeply into Farmboy's ass-crack, moving tongue-first into the well-fucked hole.

"Ohh, yeah! Good doggy!" Farmboy moaned, his left hand rubbing up and down his stomach and pecs, his right reaching down to tug gently at his reviving cock. 

Dog made a sloppy meal of Farmboy's ass for two or three minutes, stopping ever so often to give his own straining Dog-dick a couple of licks before going back to sucking and slurping Farmboy's spread butt.

During one cock-licking break, Farmboy started calling out, "Here, boy!" whistle, whistle, "C'mere, doggy!" Dog responded by crawling around so his precum-dripping prick was directly over Farmboy's face, with his own mouth landing squarely around Farmboy's hard-on. The two were roughly the same height, fitting easily into a hungry sixty-nine. Their energetic sucking and humping caused them to roll around on the stage; sometimes one of them lying on his back with the other kneeling over him; sometimes both on their sides in a tight, head-bobbing circle of rutting young males.

They were so engrossed in their mutual blow-jobs they didn't notice as a big, heavily muscled black man stomped onto the stage. The newcomer had a large metal ring through his nose above a handlebar mustache, with two matching tit-rings clearly visible against his curly chest-hair and a slightly smaller crescent attached to the tip of his raging, ebony, 10-inch rod. A scraggly tail bounced against the back of his thighs as he headed straight for Farmboy, who happened to be on top at that moment.

Unlike Stallion, Bull wasted no time in shoving his full length into Farmboy, causing the young man to rear his head back with a pain-filled shout. Seeming not to care about the man beneath him, Bull grabbed Farmboy by the hips and immediately began a harsh, fast-paced fucking, thrusting his whole shaft in and out, in and out, in and out – leaving only the pierced, mushroom head inside the crying, moaning Farmboy.

Dog kept sucking on Farmboy's dick, sometimes moving to lap at Bull's dick as it shoved its brutal way out of the dark-red, gaping asshole before slamming back in. Every brutal shafting made Farmboy groan with pain and arousal.

Bull's thrusts came so hard and deep, Farmboy stumbled forward a step. Bull followed, moving after him with an even harder thrust, which caused Farmboy to stumble another step forward. This started a fuck-walk around the stage; the bent-over Farmboy moving at the end of every in-thrust, pulling his pliant ass off the invading Bull-cock before quickly being filled once again as the rutting Bull stepped forward to re-seat his straining dick. Meanwhile, Dog curled up to one side on his back in a self-sucking ball, both hands gripping his own ass-cheeks with several of his fingers burrowing alongside his tail-plug into his butt-hole as he deep-throated himself.

Slowly fuck-walking around the stage, Bull and Farmboy got to the left edge of the stage and took two steps back towards the center when suddenly Farmboy let out a high-pitched squeal and shot a load of jizz. Gripping his hips tightly, Bull picked the young man up and rotated the yelling Farmboy like a sprinkler, spraying all the tables closest to the stage with the next six cum-shots.

Dog immediately uncurled and began lapping Farmboy's fresh cum off the stage, tail wagging enthusiastically as he licked and slurped at the hot mess.

Even after Farmboy's orgasm eased to weak streams and dribbles, Bull kept holding him in the air; his hard, fast pounding not missing a stroke. Farmboy's legs now kicked in the air as Bull's cock thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust into him, his head jerking from side to side and delirious moans flowing from his drooling mouth.

Laying Farmboy in a hands-and-knees position with his head towards the audience, Bull continued to plow into him for a few more hard-drilling minutes before letting out a loud roar. Pulling his spasming Bull-dick out of Farmboy's thoroughly pummeled asshole, he showered not only the nearby tables, but several nearer the center of the room with ten powerful shots of Bull-juice.

* * *

Five sweaty, naked young men stood on the stage, taking their bows to the sound of thunderous applause.

In the wings, Roy Masters threw his boss a smirk, "See, Alex, I told you Zack would fit in just fine. Owen told me that ten members have already asked for private sessions with him, and this is only his first performance!" He had asked Owen Cavanough, the head of the host/waiter staff, to keep track of such requests, just so he could show them off to his boss – now and in future.

Alex Filbert threw his hands in the air in defeat, "Yeah, yeah, Roy, you don't have to rub it in. I was wrong about our members only wanting their performers ripped or slender – so sue me." Alex shook his head, reflecting on his assistant's almost-uncanny ability to spot potential in the most unlikely places. "I have to admit, if he wasn't your cousin I never would have let him on stage."



Gentlemen's Club Ch. 13



This one's dedicated to Kevinmd1, who asked to hear more about this character.

I fully acknowledge that I know nothing about the medical profession, other than what they show on TV - hope I didn't make too many blatant mistakes :-S

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All characters engaged in sexual activities are at least 18 years old.




Mark Jeffreys' first love (never expressed and unrequited) had been his pediatrician, Dr. Greenberg. The man had embodied every possible positive trait an adult could posses: he was wise, kind and had a gentle voice which nevertheless rang with authority. No matter what was wrong with you, he could make it better. And at the end of every visit little Mark got two gummy-bears.

Mark's parents never bought their children candy, except on special occasions – they would even confiscate most of their trick-or-treating loot every Halloween. So it was obvious to him that Dr. Greenberg's gummy-bears were part of the treatment – they were special gummy-bears that only the best doctors had. The fact that Dr. Greenberg always knew when little Mark was only pretending to be sick – and wouldn't give him the gummy-bears – further strengthened his belief in the doctor's magical powers.

One day in high-school, a hormone-filled 18-year-old Mark caught sight of the school nurse giving the basketball coach a blow-job in her office – the sight firmly cemented sex and the medical profession in his mind. From then on, Mark's most frequent jack-off fantasies were either an image of himself on his knees in a skimpy nurse's uniform, sucking off a man with a huge cock; or a cute male nurse in that position and scanty uniform giving him, Mark, head.

In collage Mark made a strange discovery – sex helped him study. This in itself didn't startle him – he'd masturbated while studying for as long as he could remember – it was the way his friends would complain about having to choose between getting laid and getting good grades that made him realize he was the exception and not the rule. It certainly explained why so many of his hook-ups complained when he read his text-books during sex. He'd always thought doggy-style was a convenient position to get some studying done – whether propping the book on a bottom's shoulders & back, his cock pumping in time with the sentences he was reading; or cradling the book in his arms as his elbows braced his bucking, ass-slammed body, trying to make his crossing eyes focus on as many words as possible between thrusts.

It was only after graduation, when he began his internship at his school's hospital, that his libido had to take a back-seat to his chosen profession, since his every waking moment was taken up with patients, meetings, and more reports than any sane person should have to deal with. By the time his shift ended – often in the wee-hours of the morning – he barely had enough energy to get home and bolt down a quick meal. His roommates knew he'd had had an "easy" shift when they didn't find him asleep at the table with his face on his half-eaten dinner.

Several months later Mark finally managed to get a whole weekend free. Knowing that if he stayed in town he would get roped into coming in to work, Mark drove to a out-of-the-way, gay-friendly hostel he'd frequented during Spring Break when he was a student.

Unpacking didn't take long since he'd only brought a single change of clothing, a few basic toiletries, a towel, two jumbo bottles of lube and as many condoms as he could fit into his rucksack.

Leaving his door open – the acknowledged signal of availability at this hostel – Mark managed to get laid three times before he fell asleep: a fast-paced 69 with a dark-haired surfer-dude, bottoming for a middle-aged Asian man with a surprising amount of stamina, and topping a black body-builder. Mark lay among his sweat and cum soaked sheets as the satisfied muscular man got back into his jeans cutoffs and left, and debated a shower versus dinner... and promptly woke up. The late afternoon light he'd last seen through his room's window was now street-lit darkness. He thought he'd been woken by the sound of a man shouting, but now that he was awake he couldn't hear anything, so he decided he had been dreaming.

Mark turned on the bedside light, the slight movement triggering a series of aches and pains he hadn't felt in too damn long. Wincing happily, he slowly climbed off the bed, mindful of his strained back and throbbing ass, and pulled his wallet out from under the mattress. He took out enough change for a quick vending-machine snack and put it back in its hiding place. He carefully pulled his jeans back on, not bothering to try and find his underwear, slipped on his shoes and went out to fill his rumbling stomach. 

The hallway was well lit, so he easily noted which were the rooms emitting muffled moans, groans and the rhythmic slap of flesh against sweaty flesh. Wolfing down a sandwich and chasing each bite with a swallow of mineral water, Mark kept his eyes on the doors lining the hallway, planning his next move now that his hunger was focused lower than his stomach again.

As he gulped down the last of the slightly-stale bread he heard a sudden blast of dance-music from the stairwell. 'That sounds like a fun party,' he thought, poking his head through the stairwell doorway, trying to figure out if it had come from the floor above or below. Walking from the downward staircase to look at the upward staircase, Mark only had a moment's notice before he collided with a skimpy-dressed blond rushing down at him. Both men bounced off each-other – Mark hit the doorframe while the blond crashed ass-first on the bottom step.

"Whoa, kid, slow down," Mark said, getting his breath back and checking out the young man's mostly-exposed body. He was wearing a pink tank-top and matching fuck-me shorts, an ensemble that left very little to the imagination.

"Sorry, man, but this is an emergency!" the blond said, accepting the hand Mark reached out to him and climbing back to his feet. "I've got to call an ambulance and the phone upstairs doesn't work!"

Mark's mind immediately jumped out of the gutter as he heard the word "ambulance". "Maybe I can help – I'm a doctor."

The blond had already started towards the next flight of stairs, but turned and gave Mark a wide-eyed, pitifully hopeful look. Taking Mark's hand, the boy pulled him back up the stairs. Following, Mark got a perfect view of his lycra-hugged bubble-butt. Just because this might be an emergency was no reason not to enjoy the sights, after all.

Mark was aware that the doors on the floor they came out on were spaced a lot farther apart than the ones on his floor – obviously these rooms were bigger, which meant more expensive. As they got closer to their destination, Mark could make out the base-beat sound of the music that had attracted his attention before.

Not surprisingly, they stopped at the door where the sound was loudest, and the boy rapped at the door. Mark was shocked to find himself face to face with his last trick as the big black man opened the door. By the widening of his eyes, the surprise was mutual, but the bodybuilder only looked at him for a moment before turning to the blond, "Is the ambulance on its way, Benny?" The man's tone was a combination of quiet anxiety and resignation – it sounded like he believed the sight of the half-naked Mark could easily have made Benny forget why he'd set off in the first place.

"I haven't called them yet, Chris," Benny said, sounding nervous. Giving Mark another round-eyed look, he interrupted whatever Chris was about to say next, "I found a doctor, so I figured I'd better bring him up here first."

This earned Mark a more thorough inspection from the large man blocking the doorway. "OK," Chris said grudgingly, "Good idea. Follow me."

Someone had set up a pair of folding screens in front of the door, to keep anyone from accidentally seeing into the room even when the door was open. Stepping into the room, Mark asked, "Shouldn't he go call an ambulance anyway? What happened?" Mark got his first view of the room interior as he finished asking, a view that made him stop short. The room they had entered was more than twice the size of the one he was occupying, its only pieces of furniture a couple of couches lining two of the walls. Young men, all dressed in the same sort of outfit as Benny in various bright colors, were dancing closely with men in ties and dress shirts. The couches were filled with more couples, either making out or... 'Holy shit! That guy's giving that kid head!' Looking around, Mark found quite a lot of exposed dicks hanging over the tops of tight shorts or sticking out of pin-stripe flies on the dance floor as well. 

Focusing on all this, he almost didn't catch what Chris was saying. "Well, it may be serious, but I don't think it's fatal –I'm pretty sure a few minutes won't make that much difference, so I'd rather you take a look at him. If you think we need that ambulance, then we'll call one, Doc," Chris put extra emphasis on the last word, obviously doubting Mark's credentials.

Feeling rather preoccupied by all the bare skin in the room, Mark still noticed the "you'd better be a real doctor, or I'll take it out of your hide" tone as he followed Chris and Benny into an adjourning bedroom, where a brunette in a skimpy yellow outfit sat on a bed next to an unconscious, naked man.

Chris told the boy that they'd brought in a doctor and introduced the boy as Lee. "Tell the doc what happened, Lee," Chris said.

The boy had looked scared when they first came in – now an embarrassed blush spread across his face as he stuttered out an answer. "I... We, we were, ah," he licked his luscious, pink lips and lowered his eyes from Mark's face to the floor, "um, we were in the, uh, shower," gulp, "ah, an, and we were, um, well..."

"Lee, the man knows you were having sex in there – just tell him what happened," Chris crouched down so his eyes were level with Lee's, his voice pitched soothingly low and gentle.

Focusing on the big man's dark, supportive face seemed to help, as Lee managed to get out an explanation of what had happened: He and the naked man had been in the adjoining shower-stall – another feature Mark's room didn't have – with Lee leaning against the tiled wall and while other man pumped into him from behind. "I, I, I don't know what, uh, what happened. He just, uh, suddenly stopped! I, uh," quick look at Mark, who was examining the naked man, "I th, thought he just, you know, pulled, um, pulled out for a sec – for better leverage, or something. But then I, uh, I heard him yell and he fell over! I thought maybe he had a heart-attack or something! Is he going to be OK?" The last came out in a tumble, a desperate note in Lee's voice.

A few brief tests told Mark that it had been neither a hear-attack nor a stroke – the man's color and breathing were fine and reactions normal. A bruise on the back of his head showed why he was unconscious – landing in the shower had probably knocked him out cold. Mark automatically reached for his coat breast-pocket – only to remember that he wasn't even wearing a shirt, and anyway he hadn't brought any of his equipment with him. Turning to Chris, he asked, "I don't suppose you have a flashlight on you?" 

Chris reached into his pocket and pulled out a key-ring with a small flashlight attached. "Will this do?"

Checking the brightness of the beam, Mark nodded and peeled back the man's eyelids. He was relieved to see that both pupils seemed to be reacting normally, and the light made the naked man groan – 'Probably not a concussion, either.'

Running his hands along the man's body, he noticed that the guy was the same type as the men he'd seen dancing and groping the boys in the other room – middle aged, well groomed, but out of shape.

Reaching the back of the man's right leg he nodded to himself. "Yep, here we go," he said, feeling like a plumber showing a housewife what was plugging up her sink, "You really should make your johns do warm-ups before they start – this guy has a major constriction in his gastrocnemius."

Chris' eyes narrowed at the word "johns", but he didn't comment. Lee missed it altogether, his already-wide eyes going almost circular at the large, unfamiliar words. "Oh, my god! Is he gonna die? Did I kill that poor man? He just wanted a wet backdoor-upright – I didn't know that could construct a gastowhatsis!"

"It's OK, Lee," Chris said, laying a reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder, "He just said that the guy got a cramp in his leg – right, Doc?"

Mark was impressed that Chris had understood that, respect showing on his face as he turned away from the tight calf-muscle he'd started massaging. "That's right. I'd still like to send him to the ER for observation, maybe run a scan and make sure that bump on the head didn't cause any internal damage – but I think we can take the time to get him dressed while someone calls a cab."

Benny was once again sent out to call a taxi while Chris and Lee revived and dressed the man. Mark hid discreetly in the bathroom until he heard the bedroom door close behind them.

On his way out of the main room Mark had to fend off a few drunk, horny business men – obviously the rest of the party never noticed the minor crisis in the bedroom.

Back at his own floor, Mark was surprised to find Benny and Lee waiting outside his room. 'Oh, that's right – Chris knows where I'm staying.' Both boys were still wearing their skimpy outfits and stood in his doorway in seductive poses: Benny was closer, on the right, slightly bent over and facing the door, his fuck-me shorts living up to their name as rode up high on his pert globes; Lee leaned back against the left doorframe, his left leg bent with the foot pressed against the door, attracting attention to his shapely, smooth leg and swollen basket. The artificial quality of their stances didn't make them any less effective – Mark had been interested since Benny had bounced off him in the stairwell. The fact that they were here as some sort of payment or bribe didn't bother him either – discretion was essential in his profession, after all, and he hadn't planned on telling anyone about what he'd seen anyway.

Mark hurried over to the pair of scantily clad young men. His right hand, moving almost on its own, cupped and squeezed Benny's offered butt while his left hand snaked behind Lee's neck, pulling the brown-haired young man in for a deep, hungry kiss. Both boys pressed against him – Benny used both hands to push Mark's hand harder against his ass; Lee wrapped his arms around Mark's neck and his upraised leg went around Mark's waist while Lee's tongue expertly twinned and stroked Mark's. Mark's right hand moved down to grope the brunette's tight asscheeks.

The three stayed in this position for some time as Mark lost himself in the hot, wet embrace. He was seriously considering dry-humping against one or both of them out in the hallway, simply because he didn't want to let go of either butt long enough to turn the door-handle and move into the room. This desire was reinforced when Benny opened Mark's fly and gripped Mark's hard-on, his slender fingers and smooth palm slipping up and down the pre-cum dripping cock.

However, when Lee felt the hot shaft press against his belly, he reached back with one hand and opened the door. Unfortunately, this caused all three of them to fall into the room. Mark and Benny – who had been leaning against the door, and had no idea it was about to open – hit the thin carpet with a thud; Lee, who had been partly leaning against the doorframe and partly wrapped around Mark, landed on top of them.

Lee immediately jumped up, an all-too familiar look of stunned worry all over his cute face, "Oh, I'm SO sorry!" Unconsciously, his hands moved to the front of his shorts, kneading the prominent bulge in his shorts as he looked down at Mark's exposed cock and Benny's upturned, pink-covered ass.

Mark started laughing, even as he made sure Benny was unhurt – this was too much like how he'd first met each of them: Benny falling down and Lee worried about injuring someone.

"We're fine," he said, catching his breath, "But warn us next time you do that." He stood up and then gave Benny a hand up, "Close the door, Lee – and strip."

As Lee pushed the door shut Mark turned to Benny, "Feel like giving me some head? Or do you waahhhh!" Mark couldn't help the cry of surprise; Benny dropped to his knees before he could finish his second question, pulling in Mark's fat glans with an eager gulp, sucking hard on just the head for a moment before beginning a fast back and forth motion on the thin, 8 inch shaft, swallowing more and more of Mark's cock with each forward suck.

Holding on to Benny's shaggy head for stability, Mark turned around slowly –Benny followed him with a careful knee-walk – and sat on the edge of the bed.

Meanwhile, Lee latched the door and quickly stripped, pulling off his sneakers, socks, shorts and top. A minimal tan-line around his hips was the only break in the dark-gold tone of Lee's smooth skin in front, his high, round asscheeks were a pair of pale-pink beacons in back.

Lee moved to stand in front of the felated man and started sensuously stroking himself – sliding his hands down his flat belly to take hold of his jutting 7 inch cock and plump, smooth balls; rubbing and tugging gently for a few seconds before moving lazily back up to caress his chest, tweaking and stroking his nipples with one hand while the other continued up his slim neck, over a shell-like ear, across his cheek to press two fingers against his full, pink lips. Lee slowly pushed the two fingers in and out of his mouth, mimicking Benny's expert blow-job.

Mark's increasingly frequent lusty groans were a signal for Lee to turn around, pushing his pale, inviting ass back at his captive audience. Looking over his shoulder at Mark, he continued sucking on his fingers as he reached back with his other hand to pull the luscious peaches apart, exposing his winking pink hole. Lee let Mark have a good, long look at his pucker before he brought his wet fingers around from his mouth to his open butt. Once again he followed Benny's rhythm as he fed the two wet fingers up his tight-gripping anus.

"Oh, oh! Yeah! Fuck, yeah! Work that fuckin' hole, baby! Yeah!" Mark ran his restless hands along Benny's short mane, his eyes constantly moving from Lee's pouting ass-lips to Benny's cock-filled mouth.

Panting breathlessly with excitement, Mark managed to toe off his shoes, luckily without kicking Benny, and pressed his bare feet against the twitching 6 inches the blond had pulled out of his shorts, rubbing his arches against the bulging veins along the burning-hot column. 

"Geh... get the lube!" he gasped at Lee, letting Benny's head make one more trip down to his pubic bone before he gently pushed the blond off. Mark stood up, lifting Benny to his feet and giving him a brief, passionate kiss. Benny pushed his skimpy shorts down his narrow flanks and kicked them off with his shoes while Mark yanked his pink tank-top over his head.

Lee's cock bobbed up and down as he walked to the bedside table and picked up a bottle of lube and one of Mark's condoms. He lay down in a pose similar to the one he'd held by the door, only this time on his back, with one knee pointing up. Squirting a generous glob of lubricant on his fingers, Lee pushed them back between his slim, muscular thighs. "Ooooooh! Mmmmm! Right there - need it right THERE!"

Mark choked back another moan as he grabbed the foil packet and ripped it open. Quickly rolling on the rubber, he collapsed on top of Lee – causing the smaller man to squeal with surprise and excitement – and pushed into the waiting, slippery slot.

"Oooohhh, fuuuck! YEEEAAAHH!" Lee shouted, pushing back against Mark as he thrust deeper and deeper. "C'mon, man – uhh! – gimme that – uhhh! – big fuuuuuhhckin' co-o-o-o-o-ock!"




Gentlemen's Club Ch. 13



Mark was too breathless to answer, so instead he increased the tempo and depth of his pumping. He turned and grabbed Benny – who was standing by the side of the bed, stroking his rampant dick – by the waist as his groin started smacking into Lee's widespread buns, pulling the blond up onto the bed. Benny straddled Lee's head, his shaved balls swinging just above Lee's sweaty face. At his next hard shove, Mark pulled Benny's hips forward and took all of Benny's throbbing 6 inches into his mouth, swallowing the hot cock to the root. Benny gasped and grabbed Mark's head with both hands, holding him tightly in place, his pleasure erasing every other thought as he kept his dick deep inside Mark's ball-vacuuming mouth and throat.

Mark's orgasm hit without warning, the hot tunnel of Lee's slick asshole milking his cock through the layer of latex separating them. His ecstatic shouts were muffled by the fleshy gag pushed halfway down his throat as he shot a heavy load into the moaning, thrashing young man beneath him. Mark was dimly aware that Lee was also cumming, his hot spunk coating Mark's belly as his shouts grew louder and hoarser. Seconds later, Benny joined the group orgasm, stimulated by the vibrations on his deep-throated cock – the first three cum-spurts shot directly down Mark's throat, while the later spurts sprayed along Mark's tongue and then his face as Mark's nerveless arms gave out and he fell away from the moaning blond.

Exhausted, Mark just barely managed to roll a little, landing next to, rather than on top of, Lee as he collapsed.

* * *

The feeling of a wet tongue on his dick woke Mark up again. He found himself lying on his back, and didn't know how long he'd been asleep this time. But, as a second mouth gently engulfed his ball-sac, he found that he didn't really care.

Cracking his eyes open, he saw a pair of heads concentrated at his crotch. His eyes widened as he realized that one of them was covered in short, black curls – Chris! He was not only back from the ER, he was giving Mark head! And doing a damn good job, too, Mark thought to himself. Chris was taking the tip into his mouth now, applying a pleasant, light suction while lashing the head with his tongue. The other head nestled between his legs had Benny's blond mane.

A deep groan off to one side made him look around beyond his two current lovers – Lee was still around, and was now bent over and leaning against the side of the bed with a tall, muscular, naked man behind him. The newcomer had cropped red hair and matching goatee, both liberally sprinkled with silver. Mark couldn't see how hung the guy was from his angle – but based on the sounds forcing their way from Lee's mouth, there was a more-than-decent-size piece working its way in and out of the brunette's chute. 

Mark's eyes rolled back in his head as he concentrated more completely on the pair of tongues which were now running up and down either side of his throbbing cock. Lee's moans and whimpers were a pleasant counterpart to the slp-slp sounds Chris and Benny made as they lapped their way up and down his vein-bulging length.

A new tightness around his cockhead made Mark's eyes pop open again – Benny was working a condom down his slippery erection, while Chris smoothed the latex down with a large, lube-filled hand. Benny then knelt over Mark's groin, carefully aiming his butthole as he slowly lowered himself down. Bracing his hands on his knees, Benny started a slow, gradual up-and-down motion.

Chris bent down again to lick at Mark's balls for a moment before moving his sloppy attention lower – Mark willingly tilted his hips, bent his knees and spread his thighs to let Chris' talented tongue deeper into his own sensitive back-entrance; he had to stop the slight up-thrust he was doing every time Benny came down in order to keep Chris' tongue from slipping out, but the blond just took up the slack and started moving faster and harder on every down-stroke. 

After a few seconds of deep rimming, during which Chris had a perfect bird's-eye-view of Benny's bobbing butt, Chris moved to get another rubber and the lube. Catching Mark's eye, he pushed a gel-covered finger into Mark's wet, open ass-ring and raised an eyebrow in a silent question. Mark eagerly nodded, feeling hornier than he could ever remember being – even the fucking stranger watching them added spice to the scene. Mark's cock seemed to grow even harder and thicker as Chris added another two slippery fingers, pushing the digits as far as they would go up his rectum and wiggling them around to stretch the tight anal-passage. Mark moaned, his eyes narrowed to slits with pleasure as he watched Benny's tight, smooth body, the boy's rigid cock nodding in time with his rocking motions and drooling pre-cum on Mark's stomach.

As Chris worked his fat dick into Mark, the stranger let out a loud groan and a muttered "Take my load, ya little slut!" he unloading deep inside Lee's heaving ass. When he was sure that his top had finished, Lee gently shifted away from him, and then turned back to ease the used condom off the redhead's still-hard prick, tying it off and throwing it away.

Lee gloved up his own twitching, hard cock and positioned himself between Chris and Benny. Mark was slightly confused by this – slightly being the most brain activity he could manage while both his dick and his prostate were expertly squeezed and pounded. Then he felt a hot, hard rod press against the base of his swollen cock. The grip of Benny's ass-lips had felt tight up till now – as Lee slowly eased his way in, moving in time with Benny's rising-falling motion, the added heat and pressure from both rectal walls and second fucking cock were indescribable.

"Oh, Goddamn! Aaaarrggghhh! Holy shit!" Benny's face scrunched up in pain, but he wasn't making any effort to get away. "OOOOHHHHH, FUUUUCK!!!!" In fact, he reached back with both hands to pull Lee closer while he leaned forward to give him a better entry-angle.

* * *

It was a quiet but sated group that went into the showers at the end of the hall, where Chris introduced the latest arrival as "Calvin Sawyer, my boss." "Call me Cal."

Mark felt it would be bad manners to ask what line of business Cal employed Chris, so he was content to let the others soap him up, rubbing and soothing his tired, sore body. As they were drying off, Cal invited Mark up to their room for breakfast. Considering that, other than the occasional cum-load, Mark had only eaten a single vending-machine sandwich in the past 24 hours, it was an offer he was eager to accept.

The large front room had been transformed from the dance/make-out room it had been the night before into a dignified dining room arrangement – Mark absently wondered where the table had come from, and where all the extra sofas and folding screens had gone. A large table was filled with steaming-hot food – sausages, crispy bacon, sliced salami and cold-cuts; scrambled eggs, hard-boiled eggs, omelets; pancakes, jugs with three different kinds of syrup; orange juice, ice-tea, milk, coffee, cocoa, tea; salads; cheeses, butter and other spreads, as well as several types of bread, fresh and toasted, and a large basket with a variety of muffins – all arranged in an eye-pleasing display, with cups, plates and silverware besides the five waiting chairs. It all had to have arranged only moments before to still be so fresh, but Mark couldn't see or hear any signs of another person around.

All five sat down and began to eat with the appetite of men who'd just finished a vigorous work-out.

Being even more starved than the others, Mark was was halfway through his fifth plateful when the other four were picking at the remains of their third servings. Pouring himself a fresh cup of coffee, Cal turned to Mark and cleared his throat in a meaningful way. "Chris told me how helpful you were last night, Dr. Jeffreys."

"Just Mark, or Doc," he nodded at Chris, remembering the nickname he'd given him, "is fine." Mark wondered if the big man was about to demand his silence on threat of violence – on the one hand, that would follow the 'carrot & stick' format; on the other hand, it seemed very odd to threaten a potential blackmailer while sharing a hearty breakfast with him. 'Better play the whole thing down, just to be safe,' he thought. "I didn't really do all that much, Cal."

"I wouldn't say that," Cal replied, giving Mark a friendly smile while sensuously rubbing a foot along Mark's shin under the table, "You kept a cool, professional attitude despite the, shall we say, unusual circumstances," Cal's foot slowly moved up past Mark's knee, "Your diagnosis was spot-on, your advice was practical and discreet, and I understand that you're a hell of a kisser." Cal's foot reached Mark's crotch and pressed gently while Cal's eyes narrowed and he licked his lips. On either side of him, Benny and Lee blushed and grinned into their coffee.

"I'm the head of security for a private organization; a rather exclusive... health club, you might say. And I think you'd fit right in."

"Oh?" Mark wasn't being coy – Cal seemed to be doing more with his sneaker-clad foot than some men managed with both hands and a bottle of lube, so he wasn't entirely following what the man was saying.

"I'd like to offer you a job, Doc," Cal said.



Gentlemen's Club Ch. 14



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All characters engaged in sexual activities are at least 18 years old.




Max Bruhner, ace investigator for the Daily Gossip, was in trouble.

One minute he was following up on what could possibly be THE story of his career – Where Does Minister X Disappear to Every Weekend? – and the next...

It all started when he'd happened to see the famous politician/family man wrap a scarf around the lower half of his face and duck into a taxi. Max had hopped on his motorcycle and followed. When the taxi stopped, the Minister had practically sprinted to the doorstep of an oversized building – Max would have mistaken it for a warehouse, except Rose Street was nowhere near the mercantile district – brandished a small card at the doorframe and zipped inside; all in the time it took Max to cut his engine and drop the kickstand.

In the next four hours Max watched the place, over 3 dozen men – all in expensive suits, mostly on their own, although some arrived in small groups – made their way into the building. Max had caught a glimpse of an aging, well known movie star; three high-ranking politicians; and someone who might have been a famous media-empire mogul, though he couldn't be sure. Almost all the men had obscured their face right up until they reached the doorway and displayed their little cards.

You didn't have to be an experienced muck-raker to realize something big was in that building, just waiting for a crack reporter to blow it wide open. And Max had spent over twenty years – from high-school gossip columnist to yellow-mag reporter – making sure that one person's secret became everybody's business.

He took his time, scouting the building by day to find the back-door – the fresh-produce truck arriving at noon would have made anyone sit up and take notice, since everyone knew restaurants always get supplies in the wee-hours of the morning; the influx of hansom men in the late afternoon who didn't leave again till the following morning. He watched it all, taking notes, deciding on his best way in, while at the same time feeling the tick-tock of his approaching weekly deadline.

So, after two days of intensive, sleep-depriving study, Max took a whole day off to sleep in order to come back refreshed. But visions of what could possibly be waiting in that building – and the scandalous headlines that would result – kept dancing inside his closed eyelids and exciting him to the point where he'd been obliged to pull down his pajama bottoms and stroke his semi-hard cock – the excitement of possible notoriety always got Max's balls buzzing – and beat off his 6.5 inch handful of veined meat for a solid ten minutes before the resulting orgasm relaxed him enough for sleep to claim him.

Fat lot of good resting did him!

Max had timed his arrival to coincide with the produce truck. Nothing like the old "I'm just a delivery guy" routine for getting into any place with catering! Seriously, who looks at a carton-carrier's face?

Apparently these guys did. Max had carried a box of carrots five steps into the building – just far enough not to be seen from the outside, in fact – when he found himself surrounded by what seemed like a wall of solid muscle. A black bag over his head. Then nothing.

* * *

"Mister! Hey, mister! Wake up!" a soft hand and a slightly rough tenor voice were the first things Max was aware of. The next thing was that his naked back and ass were pressed against a hard, cold floor.

Opening his eyes didn't show much at first – the light was so dim the young man shaking him awake was barely more than a shadow. But as his head cleared and his eyes adjusted to the gloom, Max could see his companion was a young blond with wide, dark eyes, and who was just as naked as Max himself.

At first he wasn't too worried – his body didn't ache, so obviously Max hadn't been beaten; and while being nude in public was embarrassing, he'd been through worse. But then his eyes completely adjusted to the minimal lighting, and Max realized he and the young man weren't in some back ally somewhere – they were inside a stone building, in a cell!

With a shout that sent the young man scuttling back in fear, Max jumped up and ran to the bars of their cell, shaking them and shouting to be let out. When he paused for breath between shouts, Max became aware of a soft voice saying "No, no, don't! Please, mister, don't attract their attention!"

He turned around to see the young man huddled in a far corner, and for the first time it occurred to Max that he might want to find out a little more about the situation before their jailors came back for him or the boy.

Moving slowly and carefully, Max squatted down near the young man, close enough to touch, but not yet reaching out to the cringing boy.

"Hey, it's alright, man," he said in his most soothing voice, "There's nobody coming. It's just you and me here." The young man responded by lifting his head, though his body stayed tense and he didn't move away from the corner he'd pressed himself into. "My name's Max. What's yours?"

"Davy. Davy Stone. I work for Secretary –" the boy named one of the other major political figures Max had thought he'd spotted scuttling into the building.

"Well, Davy, what can you tell me about all this?" Max waved a hand in a wide circle, indicating their strange surroundings.

"I don't know. I don't know anything," Davy seemed on the verge of tears.

"Well, why don't you tell me how you got here?" If nothing else, maybe the kid would provide the sensational story Max needed – assuming he got out of this place in one piece to tell it. And Max refused to consider any other possibility.

"I, uh, I followed my boss to this place, and next thing I know, I woke up here!" the boy relaxed a little, exposing a slightly defined chest and flat stomach, his smooth legs widening into a upside-down triangle with his feet still pressed together.

"Why did you follow your boss?"

"Well, uh, y'see, um, when I first got the job, well, my boss would ask me to, um, work overtime with him – 'cause he works really long hours, see?" Davy's wide eyes looked right into Max's, trying, and failing, to convince Max that he was telling the whole truth, "I'd just, you know, get coffee and move documents, and maybe, y'know, give him a backrub or something, if he got too tense, just to help him focus and work better..." Davy's hands unconsciously dropped to his lap, fingers running lightly up and down his swelling cock as he thought back to all the "backrubs" he'd given his boss after-hours.

Deciding to pretend he believed this story, Max said encouragingly, "So, you would give your boss" – 'head' – "backrubs and relieved his" – 'sexual needs' – "tension. Why would that make you follow him here?"

Davy licked his lips – soft, cocksucking lips, Max was sure – swallowed and continued, "Well, working overtime like that paid really well, y'know? But then, one day the boss told me that he wouldn't be needing me to stay over anymore," those cocksucking lips pouted, a cross look coming over the boy's cute face as he forgot to keep playing innocent, "and, well, I wanted to know who was blowing hi... I mean, where he was getting his backrubs now," Davy's eyes, which had been looking into the middle distance, focused back on Max, hoping that Max hadn't caught his slip. Oozing sincerity, he continued, "It was just 'cause the money was so good, see? I really liked getting paid all that extra cash" – yeah, the famous politician wouldn't want his personal fucktoy showing up in the official payroll, so it would be cash in hand – "and these other little perks he'd give me. It wasn't that I was jealous, really!"

So – Max summed up in his head – the boy had been hired purely for his looks and his willingness to put out. Then one day his Sugar Daddy got tired of him and found something new to fuck around with and dumped the cute little slut. But, while the boy wasn't suicidal enough to publicly expose his former lover, the kid still missed the relationship and all the material goodies that came with it enough to spy on his boss.

But, fascinating as the Secretary's secret sex-life was turning out to be, it wouldn't do Max much good it he couldn't get himself and his source out in time to write it up.

"So, I went to this place to see what's going on – I'd seen the GPS coordinates on his phone, so I didn't have to follow him," the boy stated with, Max had to admit, well-deserved pride. And then Davy's face fell, as did his lightly masturbating hands, as he added, "But I only got as far as the door when some guys jumped me and stuck this hood on me and dragged me down here. At least, I think it's 'down' – I'm pretty sure we got into an elevator  – and stripped me down, and, and then... then they just left me here." Davy was obviously leaving something out, based on the way he hesitated and looked away.

"So, how long have you been here?" Surely if the boy had arrived while Max had been casing the place, he would have seen him. But that could mean that he'd either arrived while Max was resting up for tonight's intrusion, or – disturbing thought – all this had happened before Max had discovered the strange building. In which case Max may well disappear without a trace along with him.

"Dunno. A while, I guess," Davy frowned, obviously remembering something he didn't like to think about. But whatever it was couldn't have been too unpleasant, since his half-hard young cock twitched to full erection.

"Does anyone know you're here?" Max asked without much hope.

"No, I just left work as if it was a normal day," Davy sighed sadly, then brightened up as he looked at Max, "Did you tell anyone you're coming here?" Then a confused look came over the boy's face as he realized, "Wait, you never told me why YOU're here! Are you working with them?"

Before Max could say anything to deny it, he found himself flat on his back with a surprisingly strong Davy holding him down, grinding his hard-on cock against Max's – Max was horrified to discover he'd thrown wood sometime during Davy's recital.

"You are, aren't you? You're one of them! Trying to get me to admit I like all those pervy things you all've been doing to me! Trying to make me say I like having a juicy, hard dick between my slobbery lips, filling my throat, pumping cum down my throat till I think I'm gonna pass out!" the boy's hips were grinding harder and harder as he spoke, a glazed, hungry look coming over his face, "You're all the same, you older men with your hard-ons and your swollen balls just waiting to empty out into a sweet little number like me!" Davy ran his hands up and down through Max's chest and belly hair, cruelly pinching his nipples and pulling on the hairs bellow his navel as his hands moved up and down the older man's body in time with his bucking hips.

Sliding forward, Davy's voice hissed out, "Or is this what you're after?" as Davy sat up and pressed his pert ass backwards on Max's straining erection, his cheeks parting to let the hot, meaty rod press into his crack, "You wanna fuck my ass, you perv? You wanna shove your dick up my cunt and pump, pump, pump me full of hot cum? Fuck me raw, pound my G-sport till I cum right along with you? Make me... Oh, damn!" Davy suddenly turned himself around, slamming his face against Max's groin, taking every swollen inch of Max's throbbing erection into his cock-hungry mouth. Davy's own leaking dick waved enticingly in Max's face as the boy bobbed up and down, working his throat with every downstroke, stroking with his tongue and lips every time he came up for air, the death-grip his hands had around the base of Max's cock the only thing keeping the journalist from shooting his load in seconds.

Barely aware of what he was doing – that expert blow-job taking up most of his attention – Max reached up and grabbed hold of Davy's twitching prick. It seemed that the 6 inch cock guided itself into Max's mouth, his hand just along for the ride as the hot glans pushed his lips wide and pressed against his tongue.

Max found that by rolling the boy's sperm-heavy balls in his hand, he could breathe quite comfortably without having to let go of Davy's mouth-fucking cock; meanwhile his other hand found its way to the curve of the boy's bouncing butt, fondling and stroking a firm handful of asscheeck for a few pumping strokes before seeking out the fluttering ass-ring and filling the slick hole with a couple of fingers.

And that was how their captors found the pair.

* * *

"Well, Chris, what do you think?" The big, redheaded man turned away from the bank of screens to his head of security. Between his wide-spread legs, which were still in their tailor-made suit pants, a naked young man with long brown hair knelt, his hands busy in a two-handed grip up and down his boss' enormous cock while his tongue laved the deep-red crown, lapping up precum by the spoonful.

"The content of his wallet shows he's a reporter named Bruhner – works for some low-grade rag," Chris tore his own gaze away from the monitors, which were showing the two prisoners from several angles, thanks to the multiple mini-cams hidden around the cell. "I was looking at his face when Dave told him that no-one knows he's here – we're clear, as far as that goes. The guy might as well have waved a banner with 'Oh, shit' written all over it." The security chief's own red-headed cocksucker was still waiting patiently for the older man to unbutton his fly – Chris had not wanted to be distracted in these crucial first few moments. But now that the first and most urgent possible crisis was averted, he gave in to his boy's alternating puppy-dog & come-hither looks and let loose his own nine inches of hot, throbbing need.

"Oh, good. I was concerned when David didn't wait for him to answer," Colbert sat back, the tension easing from his wide shoulders, while his hands directed the young man brunette's head lower down to lick and suck on a pair of grapefruit-sized balls.

"Naw, Dave's good at reading people. He knew the answer the same way I did. This way, our guy's guard'll be down after the boys are done with him, and Dave'll be able to get him to tell us everything he knows."

And, both of them thought, what "the boys" – men gleaned from both the security and the performance crews – were about to do to the reporter would be more than enough to ensure the man kept his mouth shut when they finally did let him go. The carefully edited recordings would see to that, if nothing else.

Assured that everything was going according to plan, both men turned their eyes back to the monitors to enjoy the show, while their respective cocksuckers competed to see which could make his top cum first.

* * *

One minute, Max and Davy were busy sixty-nining each-other; and the next, strong hands were pulling the boy off Max and hauling him across the room.

"Huh, whu..?" Max's lust-addled brain took a moment to process what he was seeing. The lights were now glaringly bright, so now he could see his surroundings – rough stone and metal bars, with a pile of rags along one wall for bedding – and get a good look at his captors. Not that it did him much good – all of them wore cloth masks over the top half of their faces, and almost nothing below.

Max gulped in dismay as he realized that, aside from Davy, he was the least-hung man in the room. Each of the four intruders was almost naked; their thick, defined muscular bodies clearly visible in all their powerful glory. Aside from the masks, all of them wore heavy leather boots, ranging from ankle to thigh-high, and some had wide leather belts around their powerful waists. And that was all.

After a moment's struggle, Davy hung limply between two of the new arrivals – aside from his cock, which was still rock hard and leaking precum in a steady stream.

Max could see that struggling would be pointless – each of these guys outweighed him by at least fifty pounds, all of it pure muscle – and so only sat up slowly, trying to convey surrender with all his might. If these guys thought he was meek, he might be able to pull a fast one on them and escape, even if it meant leaving Davy behind.

"Well, well, well. Wadda ya know?" An oversized white man, his bald-shaven head gleaming above his mask stood, feet planted wide, right in front of Max, two other goons flanking him on either side. "Here I thought you boys were strangers! Didn't realize you were already on cum-trading terms." The skinhead let out a bark of a laugh, which all the other big bruisers joined, obviously enjoying his wit.

"You taking advantage of our little fucktoy?" Skinhead demanded, yanking Max to his feet. "Or are you the one who couldn't wait to get a taste of his sweet li'l percker?" the man grabbed Max's neck from behind and forced Max to kneel in front of Davy's groin. "Go on then, dickhead! Show all of us how well you give head!"

Max automatically shied away from the cute, twitching cockhead in front of him – it was one thing to give in to temptation in the dark, when they were alone and the other man had made the first move. It was quite another to suck cock in this harsh, glaring light before a leering, jeering crowd. The fact that he was being forced to service – not one of these huge, domineering He-Men; but the smallest, weakest boy in the room – just made it that much more humiliating.

WHACK! Max suddenly felt a burning sensation across his shoulders as one of the men expertly whipped him with a wide leather belt, the blow pushing Max forward towards Davy and his two captors. "I told you to suck that dick, jackoff! Get to it!" More stinging blows followed all over Max's back even as he forced himself to open his mouth and take Davy's dick. It didn't help that when he looked up he clearly saw Davy stroking the cocks of both guys at his sides, his small hands unable to close around their vein-etched, mammoth erections, while at the same time his sweet, full lips were invaded by the tongues of the muscle-men as they each took turns kissing the boy, turning Davy's head one way and then the other. 

It was clear that Max had completely lost the attention of all three of the men he was facing. Which perversely made him want to gulp Davy's prick deeper and deeper into his mouth, even more than the beating he was receiving – he'd show that kid that no-one ignores Max B when he was giving head!

It wasn't like Max didn't have experience servicing another man's throbbing hard-on. He'd gotten most of his best scoops in college by using his mouth for other things than speech. And getting some of the most important men on campus to return the favor had not only given him some damn fine orgasms, it had also given him the chance to get some seriously embarrassing photos of them for either blackmail or publication – depending not so much on whether they paid up, as on whether he believed their embarrassment would come back to harm him personally.

"OK, OK, that's enough!" a giant paw grabbed the back of Max's head and pulled him away from Davy by his shaggy black hair. "You're enjoying this way too much! Aren't you, you pathetic sack o'shit?" a black man almost as tall as the skinhead leader sneered at Max's slack-jawed, spit-dripping face.

As Max turned around, he saw that the men had not come into the room empty-handed as he'd first thought – a waist-high, H-shaped table now filled up the other half of the cell. Max could clearly see a pair of restraints on either end, perfectly placed for holding wrists and ankles wide apart and immobile while giving access to the prisoner's mouth and ass.




Gentlemen's Club Ch. 14



Max braced himself, expecting the men to grab him and wrestle him to the table. 'They might get me on that thing, but I'll give 'em one hell of a fight!' he thought as he clenched his fists.

So he was greatly surprised by a shout from behind him. Max turned just in time to see Davy being hoisted into the air by the two men he'd been masturbating, and taken to lie face-down on the restraining table.

"OK, punk! Story time!" the brute tying Davy down had long auburn hair in a ponytail halfway down his back. "Tell us what we want to know, and we'll give you what you're drooling for!"

"No, no! Please, don't make me!" Davy's face was turned away from Max, giving him a truly exquisite view of the boy's spread-open ass, but Max could hear the mixed distress and lust in Davy's voice.

"Oh, yeah," Ponytail said, waving a ten inch dick in Davy's face, "You know the drill! You don't get your treat till you tell us what we want to know!" the man moved half a step forward and began rubbing his leaking cock around Davy's face, "And NO holding out on us!"

"Please, sir! Please just let me suck it! Please, please don't make me say those embarrassing things anymore!" Davy was squirming in his restraints, partly from the way Ponytail was teasing him in front, and partly due to the way Skinhead, who had moved to stand between his wide-open legs, was fingering the boy's little pink pucker.

While Max was treated to this disturbing, exciting sight, Big Black grabbed Max's wrists, forcing the reporter's arms high above his head. This left his swollen cock completely exposed and vulnerable when the fourth man, his swarthy-skin barely visible though his dense, fur-like body-hair, grabbed Max's cock and balls in a crushing grip. Ignoring Max's howls of agony, the bear-man then fitted the base of Max's sex with a painfully tight cockring, trapping the blood rushing into Max's erection and making his swollen balls press tightly against the base of the throbbing column of burning-hot flesh.

Keeping up his strong grip on Max's wrists, Big Black brought his arms down behind his back and forced Max to walk towards Davy's wildly gyrating butt.

Meanwhile, Skinhead had pulled a tube of lube from somewhere and was working the slippery gel deep into Davy's body, scissoring two fingers in the boy's twitching cunt to widen the opening and push the lube as deep as possible. When Max was beside him, Skinhead pulled his fingers out with a loud "Plop" and grabbed Max's bound erection with his slippery hand, coated the already precum-slicked cock with the greasy gel before aiming Max's reddened cockhead at Davy's puckered pussy-lips.

With a hard smack from either Big Black or Bear – Max didn't bother to turn his head and see which of the muscle-men had spanked him – the reporter suddenly found himself balls-deep in Davy's oven-hot ass. Max let out a cry of mingled surprise, pain and exquisite pleasure as his entire shaft was massaged by the tightest tunnel he'd ever penetrated.

But something was wrong – Davy's butt was pushing back against Max's stomach, his inner ass-muscles milking and pulling on Max's cock with a hunger which didn't seem to care about the fully-engorged erection filling him to the hilt. And then Max's pleasure receded enough for him to understand the garbled words rushing out of Davy's mouth – "Please, please, I'll be good, I'll put out the best pussy ever, I'll suck you all even better than I did my boss, just take your fingers out my cunt and gimme cock, please I need COCK! Please, please, FUCK MEEEEE!"

The muscle-men's laughter rang loudly in Max's ears as Big Black yanked him away from Davy and Skinhead shoved his own lube-gleaming hard-on into the boy, which caused Davy to scream, "YES! YES! FUCK THAT COCK UP MY PUSSY! RIDE MY SLUTTY ASS RAW!" at which point Ponytail gave the boy his other deepest wish and stuffed his face with as much of his nine-inch erection as the boy could swallow.

"Don't worry 'bout it, pencil-dick! We'll make sure the kid gets what he needs, even if you can't!" Big Black breathed into Max's shame-reddened ear.

Keeping Max's hands firmly behind his back, Big Black pulled him towards the back wall, which had a set of manacles bolted to it. Big Black and Bear chained their prisoner to the wall, then left him to join their friends at the front of the cell, taking turns penetrating Davy's eager fuckholes, rubbing their throbbing, oversized erections against the boy's soft limbs, or positioning themselves so that the young man's bound hands could stroke or fondle their hard shafts and swollen balls.

Max was then treated to the most exciting porn-show he'd ever witnessed as the muscular, overly-hung men fucked and fucked and fucked; their seemingly inexhaustible balls pumping load after load of rank-smelling jizz all over Davy's back and face; cum-dripping cocks moving from his ass to rub against his dick-stuffed mouth or from his freshly sperm-painted face to poke at his firm ass cheeks as they jiggled and bounced with the force of another man's hard fuck-strokes. Max's overheated brain couldn't take it all in, seeing the action in short, fragmented moments. He desperately pulled at his bonds, his need to reach down and rub out a load overwhelming all other thoughts as his erection grew beyond all previous limits by the combination of the smoldering-hot action he was being forced to watch and the physical restraint of the cockring.

Max's greedy eyes widened as Ponytail, busily fucking his hug dick into Davy, climbed on top of the boy's back. His new angle allowed Big Black to stick a thick finger along the under-side Ponytail's deeply buried, fat cock to stretch Davy's ass-ring even wider. He stretched the boy's anus wide enough, in fact, to get the tip of Big Black's own glans inside the young man's red, cum-dripping pussy. At Davy's ecstatic scream the room started going dark.

The two giant cocks – one chocolate brown and the other a deep purple – completely filling the boy's ass-cunt filled Max's vision as he passed out.

* * *

"Oh, dear," Colbert said sarcastically, "Our guest seems to have lost consciousness."

"It's the blue-balls that did that," Chris said sagely, "I've seen it happen with S/M novices time and time again – too much blood in the groin, not enough reaching their head, especially when they're forced to stay upright like that."

"And here I thought it was pure envy at the sight of all the fun David is having," Colbert laughed, thinking of all the times he'd seen young Dave take two cocks up the ass on stage. The thought triggered his memory, and he turned to his head of security and asked the question which had been on his mind just before their uninvited guest had woken up, "Tell me, whose idea was it to dye David's hair blond? And why?"

At some point in the show Colbert had pulled his enormous dick out of his cocksucker's mouth, spun the boy 'round and pulled his pert ass onto Colbert's split-lubed fuckspear. The brown-haired boy's hands were braced on the floor as his employer leisurely moved his cute butt back and forth over his huge erection, using the young man's upside-down position for leverage.

"It was Alex's idea – he thought it would help make Dave seem more sweet and innocent. You know, because Dave always plays the seducer and the bad boy on stage – and since we wanted him to be more of a victim in this – " Chris waved his right hand at the screens, leaving his left hand tangled in his cocksucker's short red hair " – little show, it helped that he looks more like his 'innocent' co-stars. And Dave agreed, since it meant he got an expensive new hair-do and a professional, all-over dye-job for free." Chris was referring, of course, to the fact that Dave's pubic hair had been dyed to match his head.

While they spoke, the two men watched the screens – Colbert's eyes exclusively on the lovely sight of Dave's cluster-fuck, Chris alternating between the sex-action and the motionless man hanging by his shackled wrists. 

Then Chris reluctantly reached for the microphone on his control console, "OK, boys, that's enough." When the action continued without even a slight pause, he made sure the mike was on, and set to the correct set of speakers – it was – before barking out, "I said ENOUGH!" the men on screen paused, looking around in a daze as they finally remembered where they were and why. "Get your rocks off AFTER you get that poor sunuvabitch off the wall!" During all this Bruhner didn't even twitch, proving that he was well and truly out.

Sam Jennings (Bear) had been enjoying a bit of hand-attention from both Dave and Pete Young (Skinhead), but the security chief's outburst had cause both men's hands to spasm away from his slick, overexcited dick, and so he was the first to walk over to the wall and reach for the safety catches built into the manacles. By the time Bruhner's second hand fell limply downward Pete had pulled out of Dave's sweet mouth, and was there to help keep the unconscious reporter from falling to the ground. Together the two security-guards-cum-performers dragged the man to the pile of bedding rags and almost-gently put him down – on the one hand, this man could put their jobs and the jobs of all their co-workers & friends in danger; on the other, they didn't want him to wake up just yet.

Then they helped Trevor Fox (Ponytail) and Gabe Smith (Big Black) untie Dave and peel him off the cum-drenched table. Several members of the Club's stage-crew, who had been waiting just out of sight, came in and took the table away while the thoroughly fucked Dave was gently lower to the ground where it had been standing. Then, as planned, the crewmen joined the four semi-naked muscle-men in a circle-jerk – all of them surrounding the naked young actor and preparing to cover every inch of his body in cum. Dave himself did all he could to add to the sticky mess, one hand scooping up cum from the floor to lube his throbbing young dick, the other hand moving from his bruised but happy asshole to his eraser-hard nipples and back again as he coaxed one more load out of his aching balls. "Oh, god, I love this job!" someone yelled as Dave's orgasm set off the circle-jerking men.

* * *

The stench of man-cum and sweat seemed to slap Max in the face, pushing him from his stupor to full wakefulness all at once. Squinting in the dim light, he could just make out Davy's prone body, streaks and puddles of cum gleaming all over the smooth skin of his legs and stomach.

The only sound was Davy's labored breathing, and the blood pounding in Max's ears.

The cockring was still tightly fastened to Max's engorged cock and balls, but his sex-fogged mind couldn't be bothered trying to remove the thing, not when Davy languidly bent a knee and gave Max a teasing glimpse of his slimy ass-crack. Without even noticing when he'd gotten up on all fours and started crawling, Max found himself looming over the prone young man.

His cock swollen bigger than he'd ever seen it before, Max's bruised ego was gratified that he had a hard time squeezing his precum-slimed cockhead into Davy's squishy boycunt. "Ohhhh, yeeeeessssss!" the young blond moaned, his tired dick twitching on his cummy stomach as Max thrust deeper and deeper into his wet pussy. "Oh, that feels sooooo gooooood!" Max could see Davy's eyes rolling with pleasure, even as the boy's spent cock started to thicken.

Max thrust and thrust, his lust-ridden body aching to reach the orgasm that was just out of reach, his blood-deprived brain not able to make the connection between the pain in his gonads and the base of his cock with his inability to shoot his wad up the willing fuckhole he was plugging.

Fortunately, even though Davy was clearly exhausted, his hands were still moving along Max's body – rubbing his shoulders, lightly scratching his back, squeezing his hairy asscheeks. Max's thrusts gained in intensity as Davy ran a finger down Max's sweat-slick crack and pushed it against Max's butt pucker. When the sweat-lubed finger actually pushed past the rim and into Max's anus, Davy's other hand reached between their bodies and found the catch-release on the cockring – and Max blasted off with the most intense, mind-shattering orgasm he'd ever experienced. It felt as though Davy's finger up his ass was pulling the trigger, causing round after round of cum-bullets to shoot up the boy's clenching, dick-milking rectum. Max came so hard, he actually felt his cum splashing back out of Davy's asshole and onto his own heaving thighs as his hips continued instinctively to pound away, a mindless bellow forcing its way out his throat with the painful pleasure of his climax.

A timeless time later, Max's head cleared enough to realize he was lying on top of Davy, the boy's sticky chest glued to Max's chest hair. The boy was sobbing softly, and Max felt an unexpected twinge of guild as he watched the tears mix with the cum-streaks of Davy's face.

"That's all I'm good for now, isn't it?" the boy cried, turning his head from side to side to avoid looking Max in the face. "I'm nothing but a fuckhole, a pussy for men to use and throw away." Letting out a heavy sigh, Davy added, "That's certainly all HE ever saw in me," obviously, he meant his former-lover-employer. 

Max slowly sat up, pulling the crying boy into his arms. A dozen clichés came to mind – 'better to have loved and lost', 'he obviously didn't see the wonderful inner-you' – but, in light of the fact that Max himself had just used the boy the same way their attackers had, the way the boss had... For once Max couldn't get the hypocritical words out of his mouth. He just sat with his arms around the boy until the sobs stilled and Davy calmed down.

"I came here looking for a scoop," the words seemed to drift out on their own, the sudden silence in the cell drawing them out. "All my life I wanted to be a journalist; expose corrupt government officials; make the powers-that-be accountable for all the immoral and illegal shit the get away with every day. But nobody cares about the stuff that really matters – they just care who's sleeping with who; who's stabbing who in the back, and what daytime show they'll appear in next. And I wanted the acclaim more than I wanted the truth," Max was surprised as this insight came to him, here in this dimly lit stone room, cradling the boy he'd only known a few hours, "So that's the stories I chase down, the shit I write about all the time." Max found himself telling Davy how he'd seen the Minister behaving suspiciously "I was only there because I heard tell that a movie-star couple go to marriage counseling at a nearby building" had followed him and realized at once that there was something strange about the building the politician had dashed into.

"The real kick in the head is, I still don't know what this place IS. I mean, there's a food delivery, so there must be some sort of catering going on. And all those rich and important men sneaking in – you've gotta figure something big's going on for them to be coming to an out-of-the-way place like this. But I never saw any women coming or going, not in the two days I was checking the place out, so unless they're keeping hookers locked in some sort of dungeon like we're in now, I can't imagine that it's a whorehouse or a strip-club. So, my best bet is something like an illegal casino. Maybe gambling and illegal wrestling, considering all the strapping young men that I did see come and go each day."

Max felt Davy's whole body jerk, the boy twisting to look him in the face for the first time since their mutual orgasm. Davy's eyes were wide with amazement. "Seriously? You just saw me get used like the village bike, and you still think a whorehouse needs WOMEN?"

* * *

"Alright, now what, boss?" Chris turned to the Club's manager, tucking his spent cock back into his pants and absently patting his cocksucker's head where it rested contentedly against his thigh.

"Well, we can't just blindfold him and leave him in an alley somewhere – he knows where the Club's located. Our only option is to make sure his interests lie squarely with ours," Colbert replied. His boy was still impaled on his hard-on, but now the brunette was sittin upright on Colbert's lap and was bouncing up and down with desperate energy, determined to milk all the spunk from the big man's balls. "The recordings will make him hesitate, but the temptation to expose our clientele may be too big a temptation for him to resist for long."

"So, what do we do?" Chris asked again, starting to feel worried. He loved his job – he'd met his life-partner here, made lots of friends besides, and the work itself offered the best perks EVER. But even so, he didn't want to do anything illegal – a line his boss might not hesitate to cross for the sake of his beloved Club.

"First, we give him a tour of the place – satisfy his curiosity. Let him see just how limited his imagination really is, compared to the reality of our establishment. Then, after he samples some of the delights this place offers – on camera, of course – I'll make him an offer he won't refuse," Colbert smiled, then grunted as the brunette's efforts paid off and his cock flooded the boy's pumping ass with cum.

Despite the sinister phrase, Colbert was actually interested in cultivating the reporter. He could think of any number of uses for a man with Bruhner's talents – checking the backgrounds of prospective employees; finding ways to put pressure on late-paying members and so on.

Colbert had gotten to his current position not only because of his impressive physic, but also due to his talent for matching people's talents and desires with their workplace's environment. Bruhner clearly wanted the story in order to move on from his current, low-grade gossip-rag. There were quite a few Club members who would be more than happy to help get him hired to a better paying, more respectable venue. And then, of course, there were the perks of being a member of the Club's staff.

No, the reporter wouldn't be a problem.




P.S. "security-guards-cum-performers" – probably doesn't mean what you think it does LOL