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Gargarean Group Ch. 01

By: kc_crozetti



The Interview

David was an 18-year-old, out-of-work high school graduate who couldn't afford college and had virtually no chance of earning a decent wage. The best job he could find the summer after graduation was working part time for a landscaping company, with a tight-fisted jerk of a boss who only paid him a dime-per-hour over minimum wage. The work was good for his physical fitness but bad for his wallet. One sweltering afternoon in July, after another exhausting and disheartening five hours of low-wage manual labor, his stepmother's younger sister, 'Aunt' Ashley, came to his rescue.

"I saw an employment ad on craigslist that might interest you, David," she said. She pulled out her ever-present smartphone and sidled up beside him with her hip pressed against his, saying, "It might be worth a shot."

David smiled, enjoying the companionable closeness of her curvy body. Ever since his stepmother had married his father, there had been a flirtatious attraction between him and his new mom's 29-year-old sister. She found the page she wanted and showed him an employment ad placed by a company called the Gargarean Group. He checked the address, 118 State Street, Suite 642, and was surprised to realize that the company's office was located downtown. He had lived in Rivermouth all of his life, yet he'd never come across the Gargarean Group before. "I've never heard of them," he said, and then kiddingly inquired, "Have YOU, Auntie?"

She gave him a smirky smile, because she hated being called 'Aunt Ashley'. It made her feel old, and he knew it! "The company SOUNDS familiar," she told her handsome hunk of a step-nephew. 'I think they're a temporary employment agency in town, but I did a search for them online and couldn't find anything. I guess they like to keep a low profile."

"An EMPLOYMENT agency that likes to keep a low profile!?" he exclaimed disbelievingly. Ashley was beautiful but not very bright. Already doubtful, David became more and more dubious as he read the ad. The company, if it actually existed, was advertising an opening for a man who "must be at least 18 years old, with looks suitable for modeling. No experience necessary." The company promised temporary work starting at three times minimum wage, with the potential for higher pay, full-time work, and full benefits in the future, "for the right candidate."

He reread the ad and verified that they were actually offering THREE TIMES what he was currently earning! If he could work 20 hours a week, it would triple his current take-home pay; an ENORMOUS sum to someone barely making minimum wage. "This HAS to be a joke," he muttered skeptically. "Either that, or it's a scam."

Ashley allowed that the ad COULD be fake, but suggested, "What do you have to lose?"

"Nothing, I guess," he admitted with a frown, "except maybe my pride if it IS phony." 

"I think you should go for it," she urged. "You're certainly qualified." She bumped his hip with hers, flirting, "YOU have looks suitable for modeling, Little Davey."

Her compliment and teasing nickname restored his smile. "What the hell! What DO I have to lose? I'll send them an email."

"Good for you!"

That evening, dubious but desperate, David sent a cover letter with a resume attached. Doubtful that he would ever hear from them, he was startled to find a return email in his Inbox the very next day, inviting him to call to set up an appointment for an interview. The rapidity of their reply doubled his doubts about the legitimacy of the Gargarean Group, but he made the call anyway.

~~~

Despite his suspicions, David didn't want to waste this potentially lucrative opportunity. He paid nearly two week's salary for a new, dark-gray business suit, a white dress shirt, a dark-red power tie, and some black dress shoes. He arrived downtown on the morning of the interview, dressed immaculately but feeling uncomfortable in the unaccustomed clothes. With his dirty-blonde hair neatly trimmed and anxiety dilating his blue eyes, David entered the old, brick office building at 118 State Street. His doubts immediately resurfaced when he checked the building directory in the lobby and discovered that the Gargarean Group and Suite 642 were not listed.

Wondering if they even existed, David rode the elevator to the sixth floor, and then walked slowly down the hallway while searching for the office the ad had listed. All of the doors, on either side of the corridor, were made of dark wood, with a glass panel that was either frosted or clear. Beside each door was a white sign with neat, black lettering that identified the suite number and company name. He passed a dentist office, a law firm, a technology company, another law firm, a real estate agent, an insurance agency, and so on and so forth. Losing hope, he was actually surprised when he finally found the door marked '642'; it was the very last office at the end of the corridor. Unlike the other offices, THIS door was solid wood, without a glass panel, transparent OR translucent, and the sign on the wall listed the number but not the company name.

David stood in the hallway and regarded the closed door, now almost certain that he was on a wild goose chase. Some idiot prankster somewhere was probably having a good laugh at the expense of the fool who'd fallen for his hoax. What was on the other side of this door? Maybe the joker who had placed the ad in craigslist was preparing to spring his trap, or perhaps a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity awaited inside. Curiosity, greed and need tempted David to go inside, but doubt and anxiety gave him pause. He nearly turned around and walked away, but then he thought of his dead-end job and his jerk of a boss. Faced with those bleak prospects, he found his courage, turned the knob, and swiveled the door open.

The small room inside was spartan, but David didn't immediately notice the lack of furnishings; he was too distracted by the sight of a stunningly beautiful, raven-haired receptionist that looked up from her computer when he walked in. Her dark eyes gave him a quick scan, and then she rose from her office chair and glided around her small black desk, offering her hand and a dazzling smile in welcome. "Good morning!" she gushed enthusiastically. "I hope you're DAVID?"

Surprised and encouraged by her greeting, he replied, "Yes, I am!" He shook her proffered hand, which had long, tapered fingers with black-polished nails.

"It's so nice to meet you, David," she claimed with her eyes locked onto his. "I'm Jan."

"Nice to meet YOU, Jan," he said cordially, and truthfully, because she was gorgeous! She had long, black hair that was almost waist-length; dreamy, dark eyes set deep in a beautiful, oval face; a small, slightly upturned nose; full lips tinted dark red; a swan neck with alabaster skin; and a slender, fashion-model figure.

"Did you bring the non-disclosure form I emailed you?"

"Yes, I did," he said as he reached into an inside jacket pocket to retrieve it.

"Have you signed it?"

"No." Confused, he questioned, "Didn't your message say NOT to sign it?"

Jan chuckled and replied, "Right; I was just testing you. I need to witness you signing it. Did you also bring two forms of ID with you?"

"Yes," he replied before reaching for his wallet.

"Excellent. Please bring them over to my desk."

"Okay."

David's eyes couldn't resist scanning Jan's body as she turned and led the way. She was wearing a conservative black dress that was mid-thigh in length. Beneath was a curvy figure, with small but shapely breasts, narrow hips, and long legs. He followed her across the small room, eyeing her lovely backside as she sinuously strolled back to her workstation. 

As Jan positioned her chair and sat down, David noticed that her only office furniture was a black mobile desk collection that included a tubular desk on casters, a matching roll-around two-drawer filing cabinet, and a wheeled office chair. The equipment on her desk looked state-of-the-art - a flat screen computer and a multi-function office telephone - but the furniture set looked tacky and temporary. The job applicant wasn't going to comment, however, for fear of ruining his chances of getting the job, or insulting the likeable lady whose lovely, dark eyes now looked up at him from behind her flimsy desk.

Jan's tone became serious and professional. "Have you read the non-disclosure form?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied, although the writing was a lot of legal mumbo-jumbo that he'd only scanned.

"Do you have any questions about the non-disclosure form?"

"No."

"Do you understand that the Gargarean Group can take legal action against you, David, if you tell ANYONE about this organization, or anything that you see, hear, and experience today, or as an employee should you be hired?"

Her seriously-spoken warning worried him. When he read this particular clause, he'd been concerned. It was the most clearly-written part of the non-disclosure form, and left no doubt of the consequences if he disclosed practically ANYTHING about this interview - the company name, the interview location, the names of employees or anyone else he met, their conversations, any activities that occurred, and any information that was provided to him. He disliked the need for such security, but he understood that in the modern world, ALL companies had to protect themselves from litigation, false accusations, and violent acts. He was willing to play by their rules, if that's what it took to secure a good-paying job. He prided himself on being able to keep a secret, and so he earnestly replied, "Yes, I DO."

She dazzled David with another smile and exclaimed, "Great!" Handing him a pen, she pointed to four places on the form, saying, "I need you to initial here, here, and here, and then sign and date the form at the bottom of the page."

The applicant took the pen - black, like all of the other office equipment - and scribbled his initials and signature where she had indicated.

"Thank you," she said when he'd returned the form. "Now, I need to see your two forms of identification." 

While she checked the documents - his driver's license and birth certificate - and used them to fill-in the 'OFFICE USE ONLY' part of the form, David gazed over her head. On the beige wall behind her was hanging what he assumed to be the Gargarean Group's logo, two black, three-dimensional G-clefs mounted on a mirrored glass cube.

"You're an Aries," she observed. "Me, too, only I was born on the TWELFTH of April, and four years earlier."

"WERE you," he responded while mentally calculating that Jan was 22 years old.

She seemed to read his thoughts, because she looked up and gave him a serious stare, saying, "My age is DEFINITELY covered by the non-disclosure form." She followed her stern warning with a grin to show that she was only teasing. She collected his signed non-disclosure form and his identification, and then stood, saying, "I need to give these to Ms. Esme. Please have a seat, David. Make yourself comfortable until she calls for you."

"Thanks, Jan," he said, but he kept his eyes on the dark beauty while she stepped to a door near her desk.

She paused in front of the door and glanced at him, then smiled to see that he was still watching her. "I'll be right back," she quietly promised before opening the door and leaving the room.

Without Jan's mesmerizing presence distracting him, David turned away from the desk and was surprised by the austerity of the room. There were no windows, and in the absence of the curvaceous secretary, there wasn't much to see. The glass cube with its double G-clef corporate logo hung behind her desk, but other than that, not one picture or certificate adorned the bland, beige walls, and even the wall-to-wall carpeting was a boring beige color. In the center of the spartan space were three black folding chairs that faced Jan's desk from behind a black coffee table. There weren't even any magazines on the table to read while you waited; just a small tent sign on top that warned, "NO SMOKING".

He sat in the left-side chair and pondered while he waited. Without Jan's sensual presence in the room, David's doubts and concerns returned. Everything in Suite 632 suggested temporariness. His team of three landscapers could clear this room of all its furnishing in fifteen minutes or less without breaking a sweat, and no one would ever know that the Gargarean Group was ever here, or even that it existed. Was this part of their security measures? Could this be some sort of Homeland Security work? In that case, why would the ad specify, 'looks suitable for modeling'? Maybe they were looking for a handsome spy like James Bond. That nonsensical notion made him chuckle, although Jan WOULD make a nice Miss Moneypenny.

He was still thinking about the sexy secretary when reappeared. She held the door open for him, saying, "You can go in now, David."

As he quickly stood, Jan gave him a full body visual scan and a smile that suggested he just might qualify for the "looks suitable for modeling" part of the ad. He was a rugged, six-foot-tall young man who'd played some football in high school. His landscaping work kept his body muscular and fit, and his dirty-blonde hair and blue eyes had always gotten him plenty of female attention. He also suspected that he looked damn good in his new suit of clothes. Feeling confident and hopeful, he approached the door. 

Jan surprised him by giving his bicep a friendly squeeze as he passed her in the doorway. "Good luck!" she whispered

"Thanks."

~~~

David entered the next room and was surprised by what he found. The inner office was easily twice as large as the outer office, yet the room where he was to be interviewed was just as bare as the one where he had been waiting. The unadorned walls and carpet were the same boring, blank beige color, and the only decoration in the room was a light-gray, portable partition placed near the far wall that was adorned with another mirrored cube with the Gargarean Group's black, double G-clef logo. Beneath the sculpture were three unoccupied, black-cushioned office chairs behind a wide, black mobile desk. Atop the desk were an open, black-cased laptop computer in the center, a black Wi-Fi modem/router beside it, and three white notepads with black pens. Facing the desk was a single, black folding chair that was obviously reserved for the interviewee. 

What surprised David the most was to discover that THREE people would be interviewing him rather than one, and that all of interviewers were women. For some reason, he wasn't sure why, he'd had a preconceived notion that he would be meeting with just one person, and that person would be a man. Maybe his misconception was caused by the sensual secretary in the outer office, whose sex appeal suggested she'd been employed by a young businessman. Or, perhaps his wrong thinking was influenced by the Gargarean Group's bold, black logo, which seemed to be a rather masculine-looking symbol. Only slightly daunted, David locked eyes with the middle-age leader who stepped forward to shake his hand.

"Good morning, David," she greeted him warmly. "I am Ms. Esme."

"Good morning," he echoed while observing that she was an attractive woman of about forty, with confident brown eyes and shoulder-length hair that was amber-blonde with darker strands. She was only a few inches shorter than him, and her slender but shapely body was dressed in a tailored black pinstriped pantsuit over a light-pink, wide-collared shirt with two buttons undone.

She continued to hold his hand, gazing into his eyes while saying, "You made a good impression on Jan! She told us you were handsome, and I must say that I agree."

The unexpected compliment, as well as the prolonged handclasp, surprised and embarrassed the teenager. He was speechless as his cheeks tinged with pink. His discomfiture seemed to please Ms. Esme, because her eyes twinkled mischievously as her smile broadened.

"Let me introduce you to my nieces, David," she proposed as she dropped his hand at last, but then startled him by standing by his side and wrapping an arm around his waist. She guided him forward two steps, then gestured towards a corpulent 27-year-old woman. "Say hello to Ms. Tracy, our in-house diplomat who serves as the liaison between our organization and our clients. She recruits new members, assists our employees to ensure that our clients' needs are met, and mediates any disputes."

Tracy, who was wearing a plus-size, medium-gray business suit that included a matching skirt and white silk blouse, was not a beautiful woman. Her youth prevented her from being completely unattractive, but she was burdened with the meaty body of a much older aunt. Her bosoms were big, her arms and legs were thick, her derriere was somewhat oversized, and even her fingers were pudgy. She seemed to have accepted her unattractive fate, however, because her face was animatedly friendly, with unmanageable, frizzy brown hair that cascaded comically over her shoulders; big, brown eyes; a plump nose; and a nice smile that dimpled her rosy cheeks but exaggerated her slight double chin.

She pumped his hand vigorously, saying, "It's so nice to meet you, David!"

"Nice to meet YOU, Tracy," he returned in kind.

"No, David, that's wrong," Ms. Esme quickly and condescendingly corrected. Keeping her arm around his waist, she turned her head towards him and lectured, "Men are required to precede the names of female members and clients of the Gargarean Group with the title, MS. Whenever you talk to Tracy or mention her name, you must refer to her as Ms. Tracy, just as I am to be called Ms. Esme."

Confused, and a little annoyed because they didn't call HIM, 'Mr. David', he nonetheless apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, Ms. Esme; I didn't know."

"You don't need to apologize to me; apologize to Tracy."

The fact that Ms. ESME was allowed to call her niece 'Tracy' without the 'Ms.' did not go unnoticed. David was getting irritated by this class-level farce, and worried about working for a company with such blatant nepotism. He played their game, however, for now, and politely apologized, saying, "I'm sorry if I offended you, Ms. Tracy."

She grinned and assured him there was, "No offense taken, David."

Ms. Esme chuckled, and her encircling arm gave him a quick squeeze as she remarked, "He'll learn!" She guided him past Tracy and gestured towards the second young woman, an extremely beautiful, 24-year-old hottie. "Now I'd like to introduce you to my other niece, and Tracy's cousin. David, this is Ms. Joy, our Personnel and Human Services Specialist. Should you be hired, she will assist you in obtaining employment with our clients and advise you on the member's special needs, such as appropriate attire for the position, expected grooming standards, and your personal comportment."

"Hi, David!" Joy was as lovely as Tracy was plain. Her gray-green eyes gazed deep into David's blue irises as she clasped the hand he offered her, saying, "I hope we'll be working together soon."

"I do too!" he blurted without thinking, momentarily dazzled by the instant spark of attraction between them. His faux pas made her chuckle; a throaty sound that caused David to immediately fall deeply in lust with her. His cheeks colored slightly, but he regained his composure and calmly added, "It's nice to meet you, Ms. Joy." 

Joy indeed; her beauty rivaled Jan's gorgeousness! Everything about her was beautiful, from her long, light-blonde hair to her fit, cheerleader figure. HER choice of attire was a dark-blue, almost-mini dress with spaghetti straps that left her slender arms, long legs, and much of her sexy shoulders bare. She was quite tall, but a pair of silver, high-heeled shoes helped her attain HIS height, and the open-toes revealed that her toenail polish matched her fingernail polish - Gargarean Group black.


Gargarean Group Ch. 01



Ms. Esme recognized their mutual attraction and commented, "You two should work very well together," but added, "should you be hired, David. Let's all take a seat, and we'll get started." She guided him to the interviewee chair with the arm around his waist, then moved behind the desk and sat in the center rolling chair. Tracy chose the chair to his left, and Joy was to his right.

Ms. Esme touched a key on the laptop, glanced at the screen, and then looked over the open cover and began to speak. "David, the Gargarean Group is a maternal organization rather than a corporation," she informed him. "That means that we are an exclusive club open exclusively to women. All of our clients are members, all of our members are clients, and everyone in the organization is female."

The lone man in the room was confused. Why was HE here, if only women were allowed in the club? He glanced questioningly at Joy. That alluring angel gave him a wink and a grin that fed his desire for her but did not answer his question. He decided to keep quiet and continue to listen.

"The concept was first conceived by two college roommates back in the 1950s, and during the 1970s, developed into an informal, familial club called 'The Sisterhood'. The founders' ideas proved so popular that new branches soon began to open in nearby neighborhoods, later in cities and towns across their state, and eventually even spread into bordering states. All of the various branches kept the college roommates' original concept, but their club rules varied widely. They all got together and organized in the year 2010, when the Gargarean Group was officially established as a universal maternal organization. I am in the process of inaugurating the first chapter in THIS state."

She paused long enough for David to venture a query. "Ms. Esme, what was the original concept that the college roommates came up with?"

"The same as it is today," she said unhelpfully, giving him an impatient look that suggested she had already told him the answer to that question.

Had he missed something? David wasn't sure, so he tried another tactic. "Why did they choose the name, Gargarean Group?"

"On a whim," she replied dismissively. "I suspect some of the members were a bit tipsy when they came up with the name. In Greek mythology, Gargareans were an all-male tribe who mated with the all-female Amazon tribe to maintain both of their populations."

Tracy chuckled, adding, "The ladies fancied calling themselves Amazons, and their male employees, Gargareans."

"It's rather silly," said Ms. Esme, "but the tradition continues."

Lovely Joy spoke. "David," she began, and when eye contact was established, smiled impishly as she informed him, "SOME accounts suggest that the Amazon women kidnapped the Gargarean men, then stripped them naked and RAPED them."

Her startling revelation worried the applicant. David unintentionally amused her with a wide-eyed stare as he tried to decipher how forced sex related to the Gargarean Group.

"That's only a legend, Joy," scoffed Ms. Esme, who gave her naughty niece a disapproving frown.

"I'm just saying," said Joy flippantly.

"Moving on," said her dissatisfied aunt. "The reason YOU are here, David, is because our very special clientele - AMAZONS, if you will - hire male employees - our so-called Gargareans - to perform various private, professional, and social tasks for them. The Gargarean Group employs healthy, attractive men . . ."

"DAVID qualifies," commented Tracy with a lascivious grin that suggested to the applicant that Amazons might STILL rape Gargareans.

Ms. Esme ignored her and continued, ". . . to do everything from menial labor to modeling. As an employee, David, you might be asked to escort a client to a party, pose at an artist's studio, clean a member's home, assist in a professional office, or perform chores on a farm. As I stated in the craigslist ad, for these services, our employees are paid well OVER minimum wage. Now that you have a better sense of our organization and our needs, do you want to continue with your application?"

David had lots of questions that needed to be answered before he would accept employment from them, but he was contented to delay them for now. "Yes, I do," he stated.

"GREAT!" Joy exclaimed jubilantly.

"Let's HIRE him," suggested Tracy, giving the handsome applicant another lecherous leer.

"We'll see," rejoined Ms. Esme, who was obviously annoyed by her nieces' presumptuousness about his employment. She then dove into the heart of the interview and rapid-fired questions at David while typing his answers into her computer. 

"When did you turn eighteen?"

"Where do you live?"

"Do you live alone, with your parents, or someone else?"

"What is your home telephone number?"

"Do you have a mobile phone? What is the number?"

"What is your email address?"

"Are you on Facebook? Twitter? Instagram? Any other social media webpages?"

"May we have your username and passwords for those sites?"

"What is your social security number?"

"Are you legally eligible for employment in this country?"

"Have you been employed by the Gargarean Group before?"

"Where do you currently work?"

"How long have they employed you?"

"What is your current position?"

"How much do you make?"

"When would you be available for work?"

"Have you ever done any modeling or acting?"

"Have you been convicted of a felony in the last seven years?"

"Have you ever been arrested?"

"Have you ever committed a crime?"

On and on she grilled him. David felt that some of the questions were too nosey, but he answered them all as best he could. Throughout the interview, Tracy regarded him with a somewhat discomforting leer. Every time he glanced at Joy, she made eye contact with him and flashed him her sexually-stimulating smile. Gosh, she was gorgeous!

"That is all the questions I have at this time," said Ms. Esme at last. She then allowed David to quiz HER, but most of her answers were either evasive, dismissive, or repetitive. She wouldn't reveal anything more about the organization's underlying concept. She DID, however, answer his query about the temporary appearance of the offices: she currently worked out of her home and had rented Suite 642 for the sole purpose of conducting employment interviews generated by her craigslist ad. 

When David was done, she again stressed the high wages he could expect, "should you be hired," and then began her wrap-up with the query, "How about you, Joy? Would you like to ask David anything?"

"No, Aunt Esme, I think you've covered everything," the lovely blonde responded. She gazed at the hunky man and dazzled him with another smile, adding, "I think he would make an EXCELLENT Gargarean. He has MY vote."

"How about YOU, Tracy?"

"I don't have any more questions at this time," replied the chunky Amazon, giving him another friendly leer, "and I second Joy's vote."

Ms. Esme chuckled. "Counting Jan's obvious approval, that makes THREE votes to hire you," she informed him. "You certainly have charmed the young ladies today, David!" She paused, seemed to make a decision, and announced, "You've charmed ME, too, and it gives me pleasure to say that you have PASSED the first phase of our application process."

"Thank you," he said, attempting to sound enthusiastic. He was glad to receive so much approbation, but disappointed to learn that he wasn't going to be offered the position today. There would be more phases to endure! THIS interview seemed to be over, however, and he could feel his tense shoulders relaxing in anticipation of Ms. Esme concluding the meeting. 

~~~

The words she spoke next were NOT what he was expecting! "David, please stand up and remove your clothes," she requested.

The young man's pupils dilated as his eyes focused on her face. "Excuse me?" he asked, hoping that he had misheard her request.

"Please take off your clothes," she politely reiterated. "We need to see your body."

David watched her lips form the words and heard her voice speak them, but he still didn't comprehend what she was asking him to do. He gawked at Joy.

The blonde heartthrob was amused by his consternation, and obviously eager to see him without his clothes. Smiling, she explained, "The ad stated, 'Looks suitable for modeling' because our female clients prefer men who are physically attractive."

Stout Tracy wasn't being ironic when she added, "NO woman wants an ugly man to escort her to a party." 

"Wouldn't I be wearing a SUIT on those occasions, Ms. Tracy?" he reminded her gently, trying not to sound impolite.

"Yes," she allowed, "but as my aunt mentioned, our clientele includes artists, like painters, sculptors, photographers, and videographers. They sometimes need men willing to pose or perform with few or no clothes on."

"If I worked for your agency, would I HAVE to accept those types of assignments?" he asked worriedly.

Ms. Esme's answer fueled his fears. "Yes, if your body-type fulfills the client's needs," she asserted; "but believe me, you will WANT to participate, because the modeling jobs pay the most money."

David imagined Ashley, his sexy step-aunt, viewing naked pictures of him on her smartphone. The mental image made him balk. "I can't have nude pictures of myself circulating on the Internet," David regretfully responded. My stepmother might see them, or one of her sisters, or their daughters! They're on the Web all the time."

Tracy turned her head and grinned at Ms. Esme, then flicked a quick wink that David didn't understand. When she turned back to him, she reassured him that, "Most artistic works are exclusively posted on our secure Intranet for MEMBERS ONLY to view."

Joy attempted to convince him by saying, "The Gargarean Group rules state that anyone caught posting artwork to the World Wide Web without express written permission from the organization and the featured model will be banned from the organization and possibly sued for damages."

Ms. Esme hurriedly added, 'To my knowledge, that has never happened before, to any of our chapters."

The nieces seemed determined to convince him to stay. "YOU have the final say on any PUBLIC release of your image, David," said Tracy.

"And doing so can be VERY lucrative," stated Joy. "For example, you might be interested to know that a young man from our founding organization recently agreed to allow his image to be used for an international fashion campaign."

"Careful, Joy," warned Ms. Esme. "Remember the non-disclosure agreement."

"Don't worry," she reassured her aunt. Locking eyes with David, she tempted him by telling him, "Imagine getting paid to spend a weekend on a tropical island with a topless supermodel. That's what happened to a lucky young man from one of our larger chapters. For most of their two-day photo-shoot, the model - you'd recognize her instantly if I showed you her picture or told you her name - was wearing nothing but a thong bikini bottom, while HE was wearing board shorts. In the photo the company chose for its marketing campaign, her breasts are bare, but her nipples are hidden behind our Gargarean's fingers."

The visual picture her words conjured in David's head began to convince him as he thought of spending two days with a half-naked supermodel, and touching her bare BOOBS! It sure beat pulling weeds.

Ms. Esme sealed the deal by adding, "For the two-day shoot, he received a standard, four-figure modeling fee. When the photo of him holding the supermodel's breasts was selected for the campaign, the company paid him a six-figure bonus, plus royalties and the chance for future assignments."

It was an incredibly impossible amount of money to earn, especially for someone like David who was barely making minimum wage at a dead-end job. The guy earned at least a thousand dollars, just to spend two days romping with a topless supermodel, and more than a HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS to let them use his image!

"He was wearing board shorts in the picture?" he asked.

"Yes," Ms. Esme confirmed, "the ad campaign was to promote swimwear designed by a European couturier."

"WHERE do I sign up?" David joked.

She chuckled but reminded him, "We haven't offered you a position yet. First, we need to see you without your clothes." When he still looked anxious, she added, "You can leave your underpants on, if that would make you feel more comfortable."

Finally convinced, David began disrobing, although his hands shook as he took off his suit coat and loosened his tie. Having ladies look at him when he was scantily dressed didn't bother him - he often stripped down to his shorts while working outdoors on hot days - but the act of undressing in front of Ms. Esme, Tracy, and Joy made him feel like a male stripper at a hen party. He fumbled with the buttons of his white dress shirt, then slipped it off and draped it over his coat on the back of the chair. Now topless, he tried to ignore the females eyeing his bare arms and torso as he removed his shoes and stockings.

"Now for the good part," quipped leering Ms. Tracy as David began unfastening his belt. The trio chuckled as they eagerly awaited his unveiling.

David opened his pants as quickly as his hands, made clumsy by nervousness, would allow, then slid his trousers down his legs and stooped to retrieve them from around his ankles.

"I like your underpants," complimented Joy when he revealed the light-blue cotton briefs he'd chosen to wear that day. 

David gazed into her bright eyes and felt a warm glow in his barely-covered genitals. He stood straight and tried to stop his body from quivering as the three interviewers proceeded to scan his body. Their eyes looked everywhere, including at the bulge in his briefs. He wanted to look down, to see what they were seeing, but he kept his head up and stared at the partition behind them. While they assessed his physique, David focused on the double G-clef sculpture over their heads, and his anxious face reflected by the cube.

"He's a handsome young man," said Ms. Esme.

"He IS!" gushed lecherous Tracy as she looked over his muscular body.

"Please turn around," directed her aunt.

David revolved, and then waited while they checked out his rear-side features.

"Thank you," said Ms. Esme. "Please face us again."

When David turned back, Joy and Tracy got to their feet. Tracy took off her suit jacket, revealing a short-sleeved, white silk blouse she wore beneath. With her thick, pasty arms now bare, she hung her jacket on the back of her chair and walked around the desk. The nearly-naked man warily watched as the pair of nieces, being sure not to block Ms. Esme's line-of-sight, stood on either side of him and began to take a closer scan of his trembling body.

"He seems clean," commented Tracy.

"I showered before I came."

"Do you shower EVERY day?" asked Joy.

"Yes, usually."

"Good; keep it up."

Blonde and beautiful Joy took a slow stroll around to the back side of his body. "I don't see any tattoos," she observed when she was standing behind him. She playfully pulled down the back of his underpants, slightly, until she could see the crack where his backside began to divide, asking, "Do you have any tattoos where I CAN'T see?"

David swallowed, and then replied, "No, Ms. Joy."

"Good," she said, returning his underpants to their proper place.

He flinched when Joy, still standing behind him, reached up and pinched the skin on the nape of his neck. He looked questioningly at Ms. Esme as her niece began to knead his shoulder muscles, and her other niece, Tracy, reached up and began combing her fingers through his hair.

"They are checking your muscle tone, overall cleanliness, grooming, and general suitability for the job," their aunt explained.

Tracy suggested, "I think our members would like his hair a little longer, Joy."

"I usually wear it longer," he replied. "I just had it trimmed for this interview."

Tracy didn't respond to his comment. She tilted his head down and looked inside his right ear, and then folded the earlobe forward to check behind. She moved to his other side and repeated the process on his left ear. Meanwhile, David felt Joy's hands leave his shoulders and begin checking his back and arms, pinching the skin over his shoulder blades, his biceps, and in various other places.

"Joy and Tracy know exactly what each of our clients looks for in a Gargarean," said Ms. Esme. "They are judging whether or not you would meet enough of our customers' needs to warrant your employment."

The girls' poking and prodding had David feeling like a nervous thoroughbred horse being inspected by a trainer, or a terrified human slave enduring an auction.

Tracy turned his head to the left, where she was standing, and stared just above his eyes. She licked a finger and ran it over his eyebrows, saying, "We should trim his eyebrows a little, and shape them to give him a little more arch. His lashes could use a little enhancing, too." He flinched when she reached towards his right eye. "Relax," she soothed. She steadied him with a hand on his arm while using a finger to expose the whites of each eyeball. Satisfied with his eyes, she proceeded to his nose. "Raise your head," she directed.

David looked up and felt the silky material of her blouse tickle his skin as she leaned towards him. She gripped his shoulders and then pressed her plump breasts firmly against the side of his bare torso while gazing up his nostrils.

"Good; he doesn't have any nose hairs to trim," she reported. "I HATE nose hairs!"

"Me, too!" agreed Joy, whose pinching fingers had descended to his lower back.

Tracy took a step back and ordered, "Open your mouth, please; show me your teeth." She used her fingers to raise his upper lip and curl back his lower lip. "He has good teeth," she judged, "but they could use some whitening. His gums are healthy and pink, and his breath is nice and minty. Did you brush your teeth right before you came today?"

"Yes."

"I thought so."

Behind him, Joy's fingers pinched his waist, checking for, but not finding, love-handles. "He doesn't have much extra body fat," she reported.

Tracy ran her fingers over his cheeks and chin, asking, "You're clean-shaven. Have you ever grown a beard?"

"I had one during my senior year in high school but shaved it off when I started doing lawn work all day in the sun."

"Some clients require a stubbly face or a full beard. They might dress you up as a lumberjack or a cowboy, for example, for some rugged outdoorsy shots."

"I could do that," he volunteered.

Tracy then squinted as she gazed into David's eyes and inquired, "Are you a good kisser?"

"I like to think so," he quipped.

"Let's find out." She unceremoniously gripped him by the ears to pull his head towards her, down and to the left, then stood on her toes, cocked her head to one side, and leaned up for a kiss.

David was astonished to find his mouth pressed against Tracy's plump lips, and her big boobs mashed against his torso again. She held on to his ears to keep his mouth locked against hers. The tight hold wasn't necessary, however, because he didn't mind kissing her; Tracy's lips were soft and dry, and rather nice. He slipped his left arm around her stout waist and did his best to please her. 

After the kiss had lasted two strong heartbeats, Joy joked, "Bombs away!" and David felt his blue briefs pulled down to his ankles. Realizing that his genitals and backside were now exposed, he snorted in surprise and tried to pull away from Tracy, but she wasn't ready to end their kiss and kept her tight hold on his ears and her lips pressed against his mouth.

"Nice BUTT!" quipped Joy as she groped his backside, and David had to chuckle, nervously, because somehow he'd known the ladies would strip him bare ever since Ms. Esme had said he could keep his underwear on. He was pleased that it was JOY who was the first to give in to temptation, because he'd assumed her randy cousin would be the one who peeked first.




Gargarean Group Ch. 01



Tracy ended her kiss at last, then stepped back and wiped her grinning lips, saying, "Oh, yeah; he's a good kisser." Her gaze then abandoned his eyes as her chin lowered and she focused on his dangling dick.

"He has nice genitals," commented Ms. Esme, who then coyly commented, "and he has obviously been enjoying all the attention you girls are giving him."

The truth of her words brought some color to David's cheeks. Being stripped naked and groped by Joy while Tracy kissed his lips HAD affected his resolve to remain emotionless. He looked down and saw that his penis wasn't erect, but it wasn't completely relaxed either. The rubbery shaft had increased in volume and lifted itself off of his balls.

Joy walked around his body to verify the truth of her aunt's words. David trembled, and focused on the Gargarean Group's logo again while the trio of ladies perused his penis and balls.

Tracy looked back at her seated aunt and reported, "He's nicely circumcised," and then shocked the man by reaching down and seizing his dick. His startled gasp made the nieces giggle but didn't stop Tracy from holding his floppy penis upright so they would all have a better view of his anatomy.

David trembled and stared at the logo, with his thoughts focused on his groin.

"I like the shape of his penis," Joy commented, "It's like a streamlined rocket, with the head shaped like a nose cone and about the same girth as the shaft. In my experience, artists generally prefer a penis that doesn't have an oversized head. You know the ones I mean, when they are shaped like a fat knob on top of a slender gear shifter."

"Oh, I HATE those!" quipped Tracy, and all three ladies laughed.

"They may not be much to look at," joked her aunt, "but they sure are fun to play with!"

David struggled to maintain emotional control. Until now, staying sexually relaxed hadn't been a problem, despite having his nearly nude body poked and prodded by the pair of young women. His passiveness was being endangered, however, by having his penis exposed and discussed by the aunt and her two nieces. He wondered if he would lose this job if he got an erection. The idea seemed likely. They wouldn't want some perverted kid who got all hot and horny just because his genitals were being sculpted or painted. Thinking that this must be part of the test to see if he was suitable, David continued staring at the logo and concentrated on suppressing his emotions while he endured their trial.

With Tracy still holding his penis upright in an uncomfortably exposed position, he felt someone lift his scrotum and weigh his testicles in her hands. "He has big, healthy balls," reported Joy, who then fondled them and added, 'They're soft, too!"

David gulped and concentrated on his wide-eyed reflection as Tracy lowered his dick so that her fingers could comb through the fine hairs of his lower belly. 

"I think we should trim these even more," she said.

"I'd shave them off completely," suggested Joy, who continued holding his balls with one hand while she pawed his pubes with the other.

"Why not just shave him bare?" joked Ms. Esme. "I love boys without any body hair at all; it makes their dicks and balls stand out more."

David cringed. He gritted his teeth and stared at the double G-clef while trying to ignore their laughter, and their hands touching him intimately.

"Would you like that?" Tracy wanted to know.

David remained silent, but a brazen fingertip tickling the tip of his uprightly held dick got him talking. "OH!" he gasped, and the sensation was so startling that his entire body jerked wildly. His uncontrolled reaction just added to the women's euphoria. 

"He's ticklish!" teased Tracy.

David angrily looked down in time to see her pudgy fingertip wiggle against his dick again. This time, he suppressed his gasp to a grunt, but couldn't control the flinch that followed.

"Okay, that's enough, Tracy," Ms. Esme gently admonished her niece. "Why don't you girls get on with your assessment."

The cousins sighed and shrugged but returned to what they were doing before the boy's boxers had hit the floor. While Ms. Esme began working on her laptop, Joy walked behind David again and began squeezing his gluteus muscles, while Tracy pinched his pecs and then fingered his nipples until they were hard. 

Meanwhile, the applicant silently congratulated himself on his self-control, relieved that he had passed their test without erecting. He had certainly been stimulated by all the intimate attention, but when Tracy dropped his dick, it was barely semi-hard and curved downward, quite a few degrees below horizontal. As Joy's hands descended to his legs, and Tracy's hands checked the body fat of his torso, David began to relax. His penis did, too, now that no female fingers were fondling it.

Before long, the two young women switched sides, and Tracy began examining the nude applicant's back while Joy stood slightly to his right and inspected his front. The attraction between David and Joy was palpable as she tried to concentrate on his hair and the features of his face. Every time she glanced towards his eyes, she found him watching her. They'd exchange a smile and a spark of sexual desire, and then she would return to her work again.

"Tracy, do you think David's sideburns are a little long?" she asked, trying to distract herself from those bright blue eyes watching her.

The young woman pinching his shoulders paused for a moment, saying, "Anywhere from about a quarter of the way down the ear to halfway is fine. I think we should grow his hair out a bit more, so his sideburns would be better where they are now."

"That sounds good."

David's heart started beating faster when Joy gazed into his eyes and said, "I suppose I should judge for myself if you're a good kisser."

"Believe me, He IS!" her chunky niece reassured her while her pudgy fingers checked for excess fat around his waistline.

David couldn't suppress his smile as he prepared to pucker up. Joy placed one hand on the nape of his neck and cradled his chin with the other. She turned his head to the right, towards her, tilted their heads, and then they both leaned towards each other for an exploratory kiss. David held the back of her head and held her close, relishing her soft, slightly moist lips as her fine, light-blonde hair tickled his skin. He was only vaguely aware of Tracy's hands beginning to grope his backside as Joy prolonged her kiss through three and four pounding heartbeats.

Joy proved that she was enjoying herself, too, by giving an approving moan, and then she opened her mouth and extended her tongue. David immediately opened HIS lips and let their tongues get acquainted as their breaths intermingled. 

The unexpected intimacy sent a sudden and deep, sexual stimulus coursing through David's entire body. As his tongue frolicked with Joy's, his heartbeat and breathing increased, hormones flooded his bloodstream, and his penis ballooned. "Uh," he grunted into Joy's open mouth, for in an instant, his cock was fully erect. In fact, like a dog at the end of its leash, his dick strained to go farther.

"HA! BINGO!" cried Ms. Esme with a laugh. "Looks like we have a winner!"

Joy's tongue withdrew from his mouth, and then she stepped back and laughed delightedly to see her accomplishment. David's penis was standing stiffly upright, with his balls tight against the base of his shaft.

"A winner?" asked Tracy.

Ms. Esme explained, "David's finally got his COCK up for us!"

Some of the blood pumping towards David's penis was diverted to his face, turning his cheeks pink.

Tracy came around front for a look, asking, "What HAPPENED!? Were you touching his penis, Joy?"

Her beautiful blonde cousin chuckled. "No, just kissing him."

"That must have been SOME kiss," said Tracy as she admired the stiffness of his dick.

"It WAS!" Joy confirmed.

"I love shy boys with quick dicks," remarked Ms. Esme approvingly.

David's blush deepened.

"Whenever I see a sexually aroused man, like David," said Joy, "I think of the stories about the mythical Amazons and Gargareans. When you look at him, can't you picture a Gargarean who has been captured by a beautiful Amazon princess? There he is, waiting for his new mistress to return to her tent. Is she going to make love to him? Probably, because she has already stripped him bare."

"That's what I would do," joked Tracy.

"She's already previewed her booty, given his body an inspection, and perhaps even purposely aroused him, just to see what her new slave's cock looks like when he's hard."

"That's what I would do," Tracy repeated her joke.

Ms. Esme said, "Or maybe just the thought of making love to a beautiful Amazon has gotten him excited."

"She'd wash him from head to toe," suggested Joy, "or better yet, get some of the lesser Amazons to do it for her. THEY may have turned him on while they were cleaning him."

Tracy had another thought. "Maybe the princess told him to stroke his dick, so that he'd be hard and ready to go when she returns."

"Yes, I like THAT idea," chuckled Joy.

There was a pause while the ladies silently ogled their erect applicant. For one terrifying moment, David feared they were actually going to ask him to masturbate for them. His blush was now as out of control as his dick. His skin glowed bright red, from his face to his toes, yet his impassioned penis still strained to grow bigger. He couldn't believe how horny this embarrassing situation had made him!

Tracy chuckled and broke the tense silence. "I can picture David waiting in her tent, wondering, 'Will my Amazon princess be rough or gentle with me? Will she just torment and play with my body, or will she fuck me?'" 

"She wouldn't let him know whether she was going to keep him as a slave, return him to the other Gargareans, or kill him," proposed Joy, "because that might diminish his performance."

Even Ms. Esme was caught up in their fantasy as she scanned the sexually stimulated man's full-frontal nudity from her chair behind the mobile desk. "I think that she would tell him that if you satisfy me, I will let you go, or maybe even keep you as a love slave. If you do NOT sexually satisfy me, however, I will cut off your balls, and you will serve me as a eunuch."

David gulped.

"You're mean!" said Tracy.

"I would never do that," opined Joy. She inquired, "What WOULD you do, David, if you knew you were about to entertain an oversexed Amazon? Would just the thought of making love to her be enough to keep your, ahem, spirits up? Or would you need to stroke your cock occasionally, while you awaited her return, to make sure you were erect and ready for her?"

"I don't know," he grumpily mumbled.

"He's starting to lose interest," noted Tracy. Their conversation about cutting his balls off had eased David's erection at last. She stepped forward and reached for his cock, saying, "We can't have that!"

Ms. Esme interrupted her intent. "I think we have tormented poor David enough," she said, much to the dissatisfaction of her nieces, but she reminded them that, "He is still just an applicant, not an employee. Go ahead and get dressed, David." 

~~~

A short time later, David, feeling baffled and confused because he still hadn't been hired, found himself back in the waiting room with the enchanting receptionist.

"Jan, please schedule a physical examination for David," requested Ms. Esme.

"Certainly," said the secretary, who looked up at the applicant and said, "Congratulations, David! You've made it to the next stage."

"Thanks," he replied, but he didn't feel like celebrating. While he had gotten dressed, Ms. Esme had explained that he still needed to pass a thorough medical examination before they could hire him. After everything they had put him through, he was still stuck making lousy pay at the landscaping business! She had ended the interview by offering him one tempting tidbit, however; if he passed the physical and 'enlisted' (that was the word she used) as a Gargarean, he would receive a $5,000 signing bonus on the spot.

What he could do with five thousand dollars!

"Well, I'll leave you in Jan's capable hands, David," said Ms. Esme. She offered her hand and added, "It was nice meeting you." 

He returned her sentiment, although not as sincerely, and watched as she returned to the inner office.

When the door closed behind her boss, beautiful Jan quietly remarked, "You made a VERY good impression on Ms. Esme. I've never seen her so excited about a potential employee."

Her comment confused David, because when Ms. Esme had escorted him out of the interview room, she had acted coolly and professionally in front of her receptionist. "What makes you think she was excited?" he asked curiously.

"Come back here, behind my desk with me, and I'll show you what I mean," she invited.

Puzzled, David walked around the rolling table, and what he saw on her laptop completely mortified him. She was looking at a full-screen, high-definition photograph of his full frontal nudity, taken during his interview next door! The image had captured him from head to toe and recorded his wide-open eyes staring directly at the camera, Tracy's pudgy fingers pinching his shoulder muscles from behind, his not quite flaccid penis, and even his underpants tangled around his ankles where Joy had left them.

"There was a STILL camera in the room!?" he exclaimed incredulously.

"No, a video camera." Jan touched the screen to activate 'PLAY' and turned up the sound, saying, "I thought you'd be interested in seeing this."

The video showed the light-blonde hair and lovely face of Joy lean into view as she said, "I suppose I should judge for myself if you're a good kisser."

"Believe me, He IS!" Tracy reassured her from behind his body.

David was flabbergasted as he watched the third-person replay of his passionate kiss with Joy. She'd been standing to his right, so his naked torso and exposed genitals were still visible to the video camera.

Beside him, Jan bumped his hip and joked, "I'LL have to try that someday!"

He felt a little ill. He wanted to close his eyes; wanted to prevent himself from seeing what was about to happen; but he couldn't stop viewing the voyeuristic video. Joy squeaked her little moan and shifted her head, their mouths opened and they began tonguing each other. A moment later, the camera clearly captured David's abruptly aroused dick whip itself upright as it rapidly inflated from nearly flaccid to completely erect.

"HA! BINGO!" cried Ms. Esme with a laugh. "Looks like we have a winner!"

"Nice one!" remarked Jan, who further stunned the applicant by reaching down and gripping his dick through his dress pants. "Want to see it again, but in slow-motion this time?" she asked as she gave his cock a squeeze.

Totally baffled, David blurted, "NO!"

On the video, Tracy asked, "A winner?" as Joy stepped back and laughed while ogling David's stiff cock.

"He's finally got his COCK up for us!" exclaimed Ms. Esme.

Jan paused the video at that point, with David's red face and hard dick clearly displayed on the screen. She laughed to see that live David was now blushing as much as he was in the film, and she could feel that her fondling hand was getting him horny again. "Wasn't she excited!?" she teased.

Horrified by what he'd witnessed and feeling so humiliated that he barely realized Jan was groping his cock, he quietly guessed, "There was a video camera in the Gargarean Group's logo on the wall."

"Yes, there WAS," she replied. She paused from playing with his penis as she turned and pointed at the sculpture behind her, saying, "The glass is actually a one-way mirror, and the camera is hidden inside, aimed between the twin G-clefs. There's a camera in THIS one, too."

The young man felt faint. "You watched the whole interview," he accused.

The black-haired beauty holding his cock gave it a squeeze as she acknowledged, "Yes, David, I DID. I saw EVERYTHING!"



Gargarean Group Ch. 02



The Physical

When the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Gargarean Group candidate swung the clinic door open, "Good afternoon, David!" was the friendly greeting he received the moment he entered the medical offices. "Gosh, you're looking well." The woman's voice, which sounded slightly familiar, seemed somewhat surprised to see him. David could not immediately identify the source, however, because she was behind the closed receptionist's window, and bright sunlight from outside reflected off the glass.

"Hi," he returned companionably, although he had no idea who was speaking. As he stepped forward, a young woman slid the window to the side and revealed her attractive face.

"It's so nice to see you again after all this time!" she enthused.

David didn't recognize her. The receptionist was his age or a little older, with short, carefully coiffured hair that was two tones of blonde, light-brown eyes, a pert nose, and pale pink lips that were slightly parted in a welcoming smile. Wearing perfectly-applied makeup and a navy-blue minidress with a modest neckline, she was very good-looking and completely unknown to him. He glanced down at the nameplate on her desk, hoping for a hint, and read, 'Clare.' He looked up and gawked at the girl, exclaiming, "Clare!?" as his brain tried to comprehend. "Is it really you?"

"It's me," she confirmed with a nod.

"What happened to you? You're gorgeous!" he gushed as his eyes glanced down and checked out her shapely boobs and curvy hips.

She laughed, delighted by his reaction, but modestly responded, "You're just saying that." 

"No, it's true," he assured her. Clare had been a year ahead of David in school, and the last time he'd seen her, just two years ago, she'd been an unattractive, overweight senior schoolgirl with long and kinky reddish-brown hair, thick glasses, no makeup, and not much of a fashion sense. Her favorite attire had been baggy sweatshirts and grungy jeans that hid her bulky body. She'd often flirted with him whenever they met in the hallways of their high school, with a rather lascivious sense of humor that sometimes shocked him. He had tried to be kind to her but always politely evaded her advances. That was then. Now, the ugly duckling had grown into a beautiful swan!

They chatted briefly, updating each other on their lives since she graduated from high school. After he'd told her about his dead-end job at the landscaping business, she teased, "And now, you're going to become a Gargarean." She accompanied her remark with a cheeky grin and a twinkle in her eyes that suggested the same old dirty mind was still lurking beneath her new, beautiful exterior.

David was suddenly nervous. He had managed to evade an endless battery of questions from his attractive aunt, Ashley, about his interview, but here was another test of his secret-keeping capabilities. "Yes," he confirmed anxiously. "At least, I hope so. You know about them?"

"Oh, yes," she replied. "Doctor Joyce has done all of the Gargarean's medical examinations, ever since the group opened the local chapter a few months ago."

"Are you a member?" he asked, hoping that she wasn't.

"No," she replied. When she saw him visibly relax, however, she added, "But I'm thinking of joining."

This worrying news left David speechless. He wanted to find out more about the Gargarean Group, but their rules expressly forbid it. Their chat at an end, Clare finished processing him and then invited him to sit in the waiting area until he was called.

~~~

Five minutes later, a door to David's right opened, and he looked up as a comely, petite nurse in her early 30s stepped into the room. She glanced at a clipboard, then looked at the only person in the waiting room and asked, "David?"

"Yes," he replied. As he stood up, he received a quick body scan from the woman's brown eyes, followed by an appreciative smile that unsettled her anxious patient. 

"Please come in," she invited. She held the door open for him, and as he approached, said, "I'm Nurse Rose. How are you today, David?"

"Good," he tersely replied, too anxious about his upcoming physical to expound further.

"Please follow me," she said, "We'll be in Exam Room One." Nurse Rose led the way, looking neat and efficient in a short, white jacket and matching pants, with her dark-brown hair pulled back and gathered in a bun behind her neck.

David followed on wobbly legs, observing that beneath Nurse Rose's uniform was a slender, shapely body with moderate breasts. He glanced down and checked out her backside, which was attractively plump but firm. They turned a corner, where another thirty-something, identically-dressed nurse worked on a computer terminal in an alcove. The attractive, honey-blonde woman looked up briefly and gave him a smile as he passed.

Nurse Rose stepped aside and invited her handsome patient to enter the open doorway of Exam Room One. David nervously stepped inside the small, rectangular room, seeing that it was longer than it was wide. He faced the foot of an exam table, which was covered by a large, white sheet of paper and occupied most of the space. Surrounding the table were a wall-length, wooden cabinet with a built-in sink to his left; a weight scale behind the head of the chair, against the far wall; and some medical posters and equipment mounted on the wall to the right. A straight-backed chair and a medical waste bin were in the nearside corner to his right.

As Nurse Rose closed the door behind him, she said, "Please undress and place your clothes on the chair, David."

The patient gulped. He'd assumed that he would have to get undressed for the examination, but he'd expected the nurse to leave the room while he did. She didn't! Instead, she walked around the table and approached the scale. David hesitated, nervously scanning the walls of the room for a Gargarean Group logo, or anything else that might harbor a hidden camera. He did not want another receptionist tuning in and watching him undress, especially when that receptionist was Clare!

Nurse Rose glanced back and knew immediately what David was doing. She smiled, because she'd seen this behavior before. "Don't worry," she comforted him. "This is not the Gargarean Group, and there are no hidden cameras anywhere in this clinic." She then purposely turned away from him, preparing the electronic scale for his weight and height measurements, while giving him the chance to undress unobserved.

David recognized his opportunity and quickly stripped down while she wasn't looking. He removed everything except a pair of black boxers, which he had chosen for this occasion because they covered as much of his body as did the shorts he always wore when doing landscaping work. Now feeling rather naked and very nervous, he said, "I'm ready."

Nurse Rose turned and gave her nearly bare patient another brown-eyed body scan. When her gaze had descended to his boxers, she frowned, paused as if thinking for a moment, and then said, "I'll need you to take off your underpants, too, David."

He swallowed and quietly asked, "You do?"

After another brief pause, she nodded and replied, "Yes," without further explanation.

"Do you have a gown I can wear?"

"No," she answered quickly, and then explained, "We don't use gowns."

Something about her manner suggested to David that she wasn't telling the truth. Each time she paused, she seemed to be making a decision or gathering her courage; and she'd answered his question about the gown too quickly, as if she'd made her decision and didn't want to be dissuaded. Short of accusing her of lying, however, there was nothing he could do. He turned his back to the watching woman and dropped his drawers. Now stark naked, he faced the good-looking nurse and gulped as her eyes sought his cock. She found what she was looking for, and now satisfied that he was as bare as a boy could be, smiled into his eyes and said, "Please step onto the scale for me, David."

The nude patient was feeling dizzy as he mounted the scale. He patiently waited while his height, 5 feet and 10 inches, and his weight, 173 pounds, were measured and recorded. For a trained medical professional, Nurse Rose seemed a little flustered by his nudity and his maleness, but she politely kept her gaze above his waist - most of the time. When they were done with the scale, she led him to the foot of the examination table, where she sat him down with his feet on the step while she checked his blood pressure and his pulse. David felt foolish, sitting naked with his little pyramid of private parts piled on his lap while the nurse worked with his arm. He didn't bother to cover himself, thinking that doing so would make him look as foolish as he felt. He rested his free arm beside his body on the table and stayed very still. He caught her looking, once, but she smiled unashamedly before looking away. 

After she'd recorded his measurements on the form attached to her clipboard, she asked, "Are you ready to contribute a urine sample, David?"

"Yes, I am."

"Have you fasted for at least twelve hours?"

"Yes, I have." After the Gargarean Group interview, Jan had informed him he would need to supply a fasting urine sample during his physical.

"Great!" Nurse Rose opened a cabinet drawer, saying, "Let me just get what you'll need." David was surprised to observe her hand trembling, slightly, as she withdrew a clear plastic bag with a collection cup sealed inside. For some reason, his nudity seemed to be making her as nervous as him. "Come with me, David," she directed before opening the exam room door.

"Where are we going?" he asked alarmedly.

"To the restroom," she replied. "It's just across the hall."

"Just across the hall!?" he exclaimed.

"Yes, come along." She checked the hallway and joked, "Don't worry; the coast is clear."

In a worried daze, David stepped down from the table and followed her out the door. He glanced to his left and was relieved to see that the alcove where the honey-blonde nurse had been working was vacant. She was nowhere to be seen. He quickly strode across the corridor and into the bathroom, immediately closing the door behind him. 

Nurse Rose had placed the sealed bag on the back of the sink. She was washing her hands! "Please come over here, David," she directed. "Stand in front of the urinal."

Her patient was horrified. "Aren't you leaving!?"

"No," she said, without hesitation this time. "The Gargarean Group requires your urine sample to be witnessed. Now, come over here."

The nude young man was trembling as he walked forward. He stopped in front of the urinal, wondering how on earth he was going to perform in front of a live audience. 

Nurse Rose dried her hands and moved to his right side, then commanded, "Turn and face me. I need to clean your penis before you start."

David gulped and turned, smelling the pungent odor of alcohol as she tore open the envelope of a sanitary wipe. "I'll do it," he volunteered, holding out his hand for the disposable cloth she was unfolding.

"This has to be performed by a trained professional," she said as she knelt on the floor in front of him.

This sounded like another fib to David, but it just might be another Gargarean Group requirement. He tried to still his trembling as Nurse Rose's slightly shaky hand reached forward and took possession of his limp dick. Her fingers curled under the shaft of his penis and separated it from his scrotum, then rotated his dick upright. Those gentle fingers then gently slid an inch down his soft shaft to tighten the skin and completely expose the little bald head. 

Looking down at kneeling Nurse Rose while she prepared to clean his penis, David felt like a toddler watching his mom wash his willy. He shuddered when the cold, wet wipe made first contact with the warm skin of his penis. 

"Sorry," she said, but she didn't look up; her brown eyes were intent on her duty as she carefully wiped his urethral opening and the area surrounding it. David shivered, experiencing a sensually stimulating sensation as the damp cloth gently rubbed the open face of his dick.

She paused with his penis in her hand, looked up into his wide-open blue eyes, and amusedly asked, "Am I tickling you?"

David gulped and responded, "Yes. I'll try to hold still."

"I don't mind," she said, and then tickled him again. 

His flinch made her giggle, and from then on, every one of her swipes made his body involuntarily tremble! After his most essential site was satisfactorily sanitary, Nurse Rose further tormented him by working her way out from his bull's-eye. She seemed pleased by his squirming, and took her time, moving the wipe in tiny circles as she cleansed around the smooth, rounded pate of his penis. She finished by traversing her cloth through the trough that separated the head of his cock from his shaft.

With her patient's freshly-polished penis still held upright in her hand, she inspected her work, pleased to see that it was bright, shiny, and clean, and obviously a bit plumper than before she had started. "That's good," she told herself, and then handed his dick to its owner, specifying, "Don't touch anywhere near your urethra, David, or we'll have to start over again." She then gave him the plastic specimen cup and reminded, "Get a good flow going before you start filling it."

Nurse Rose got to her feet and stepped back where she could view the young man's full-length rear nudity as well as his peeing penis. David was understandably anxious as he faced the urinal with his dick in one hand, the empty cup in the other, and his middle-aged 'mother' standing slightly behind him and to his right. Her presence inhibited his performance, but she was graciously patient and quietly waited until he had made his contribution. When the cup was full, she stepped forward and confiscated it, then tightly closed the lid while he finished urinating.

When David was done, his 'mom' made him wash his hands. Afterwards, she knelt in front of him once again, rotated his slightly expanded and dewy penis upright, and used a clean paper towel to dab the last of the drops. That task completed, she used a second sanitary wipe and thoroughly sanitized her patient's dirty dick, chuckling each time her tickling made him shiver and shake.

"Okay," she said when she was satisfied. She stood up and tossed the used cloth in the wastebasket, then turned towards the door, saying, "Let's go back to the exam room."

David's newly-polished penis, all shiny and bright, wiggled wildly as he strode after her, bent on crossing the hall and returning to the relative refuge of the exam room as quickly as possible. Remembering there was a second nurse lurking about, however, he paused at the bathroom doorway and leaned out for a quick look around. The alcove to his right was still unoccupied, and to his left, the hallway was deserted. 

"Come along,' urged Nurse Rose.

Relieved but still feeling endangered, the nude man burst out of the bathroom and stepped into the hallway.

Exam Room 3's door abruptly opened, and the attractive nurse with the honey-blonde hair stepped out. "How's it going, Handsome?" she teasingly inquired while eyeing the bare-naked boy, grinning to see that his dick was somewhat distended, and its head was a healthy pink color.

David almost jumped out of his bared skin as his face quickly turned the same color as his penis! Nurse Rose stepped into the hallway and blocked his escape, so the mortified man clapped his hands over his southern exposure.

The nosey nurse laughed to see his bashfulness. With an amused twinkle in her eye, she kiddingly inquired, "Been getting a urine sample, Rose?"

"Yes," said David's nurse firmly. There was a defiant warning in her voice.

"Sounds like fun to me! Who's your cute donor?"

Nurse Rose, sounding a bit relieved, said, "Oh, I'm sorry; I should have introduced you earlier. Nurse Cassidy, this is David."

"Hi, David," said the blonde nurse, with her bright blue eyes gazing into the dilated pupils of the naked young man. "Nice to meet you." 

"Ni-nice to meet you, Nu-Nurse Cassidy," he stammered, completely stunned to be introduced while stark naked.

She glanced down and joked, "I'd ask you to shake, but it looks like you've already got your hands full."

While he gawped, Nurse Rose aggravated his embarrassment by saying, "David's becoming a Gargarean."

"Is he!?" exclaimed Nurse Cassidy with a chuckle, followed by a lingering look down at his desperately clutching hands. "I only got a glimpse, but he certainly seemed qualified," she quipped. 

"Oh, he is," chuckling Nurse Rose assured her.

Nurse Cassidy gazed into his eyes and asked, "Care to give me another glimpse, Gargarean?"

David gulped and answered, "No," as she glanced down at his hand-made thong again. 

When Nurse Cassidy's attention returned from his concealed cock to his eyes, she gave him a playful pout and begged, "Please?"

"Come along, David," Nurse Rose rescued him from his naughty tormentor. She opened the door of Exam Room 1, saying, "We've got to finish before Doctor Joyce is ready to see you."

As the red-faced patient quickly sought refuge, Nurse Cassidy said, "Bye, David. Good luck with the Gargarean Group."

"Bye," he returned, turning his head in time to see the woman with the honey-blonde hair having a look at his backside.

"I need to take your temperature," Nurse Rose informed him when he was back in the relative safety of the exam room with the door firmly closed behind him. "Please stand on the step and bend over the table."

She was going to take his temperature rectally! David was too appalled to protest as he obediently prepared for yet another gross indignity. He was soon leaning over the table with his knees bent, his upper torso and arms resting on the table, and his bare ass in the air. Nurse Rose, who was standing directly behind him, requested that he spread his knees farther apart. Consternation kept him from complaining as he reluctantly complied. Widening his stance opened his thighs, and David was flummoxed to feel his genitals dangling free between them.

Her next instruction was the most shocking of all to the bent-over boy. "Reach back and hold your backside open for me," she directed as she tore open another sanitary wipe and the acrid odor of alcohol permeated the room.

David couldn't help releasing a self-pitying whimper before he obeyed. He gripped his butt cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing his anus to the nurse behind him. He sensed her approaching and shifted in anticipation of what was to come, but she steadied him with a gentle hand on his lower back. He shuddered when he felt her wet cloth slather cold alcohol inside his gaping crack, cleansing his little puckered hole and its environs. One of her fingers, covered by the wipe, even penetrated his sphincter and swirled around its circumference.

When David was clean as a whistle, inside and out, Nurse Rose stepped away to throw the soiled wipe away. Her embarrassed patient immediately released his backside, but she gently scolded, "Please keep holding yourself open until I say you can let go, David."

He released a barely audible whimper as he reached back and exposed his anus again, chagrined by this evidence that she was steadily regarding him in this humiliating position. He waited for her to return, with the evaporating alcohol cooling his dampened crack. Impatient to get this over with as quickly as possible, he turned his head to see what was taking so long, and caught Nurse Rose eyeing his nether regions with a faint smile on her face. 

She immediately gave the glass wand in her hand a couple of shakes, explaining, "I'm trying to get the mercury to the bottom, but it's not cooperating." She glanced at the thermometer and said, "That's better. Now, I can check your temperature."




Gargarean Group Ch. 02



David turned his head forward again as her hands contacted both cheeks of his backside, and then her fingers reached into his crack and opened him even wider. He felt the rounded base of the thermometer tentatively touch his sphincter, and then he held his breath as the smooth glass rod wiggled its way through his rear passage. His asshole resisted, tried to clutch the rod and deny its entry, but it couldn't prevent the invasive thermometer from slowly sliding inside of him.

"You can let go now," said Nurse Rose, and David gladly complied.

He was a bit discomfited by the fact that she kept both of her hands on him while they waited for the device to record his temperature. Her left hand was on his lower back, apparently ensuring that he remained bent over and still. Her other hand, however, was just below the thermometer, cupping the lower rounds of his buttocks. David gulped when he felt that hand slip slightly lower, pause, and then slide lower again. Just when he thought her fingers were going to make contact with the back of his dangling balls, there was an abrupt knock on the exam room door. Nurse Rose quickly withdrew her wandering hand as the unanswered door swung open and someone strode into the room.

David tried to straighten, but the nurse's hand on his lower back kept him in place. 

"We're not quite ready yet, Doctor Joyce," said Nurse Rose.

The female physician suppressed a chuckle and said, "I can see that." 

The patient turned his head towards the doctor as she moved to his side. She was a tall, slender woman of about 60 years, dressed in a light-blue lab coat over a white dress, with a stethoscope hanging around her neck. She had almost shoulder-length, mostly gray hair, brown eyes, and a friendly face that was completely free of makeup.

"David?" she guessed, giving him a cordial smile.

"Yes," quietly confirmed the embarrassed, bare naked and bent-over boy. 

"Nice to meet you. I'm Doctor Joyce," she said, extending her hand towards him.

As if shaking the woman's hand in this humiliating position wasn't discomfiting enough, as David reached out, Nurse Rose used her fingers to pry open his backside again. Before the handshake was over, he could feel the thin glass rod slowly sliding out of his sphincter.

"99.5," reported the nurse a moment later. She quickly added, "That's normal for a rectal temperature. You can stand up now, David."

He quickly straightened, but his relief at being upright again was somewhat tempered by the sight of Doctor Joyce's eyes glancing down at his genitals.

"Please turn around and have a seat," she requested.

~~~

Nurse Rose collected the clipboard with David's paperwork and a ballpoint pen as she prepared to assist Doctor Joyce. She was feeling guilty about her naughty tormenting of the handsome young man, yet she was also feeling pleased with herself. She had enjoyed her time alone with him, and if he was going to be a Gargarean, he'd have to get used to that kind of treatment. 

She reminded herself how lucky she was to be working for Doctor Joyce; the older woman was extremely understanding and exceptionally open-minded! When the experienced physician had walked into the examining room, it was obvious that her nurse had taken some serious liberties with this patient. Instead of getting angry or scolding her assistant, however, Doctor Joyce had almost laughed when she saw the bare-naked boy bent over the table. She'd teasingly shamed Nurse Rose with a frowning smirk that quickly changed to a smile and a conspiratorial wink. Her clear message was, "You shouldn't have; but, I don't blame you!"

Any other doctor would probably have scolded her and then given the poor man a gown to cover his nudity, but not Doctor Joyce. She was contented to let David remain naked while she examined him. She began by using her stethoscope to check his heart and lungs. The hunky patient was sitting on the edge of the table, and Nurse Rose smiled to see that his hands were nonchalantly crossed over his lap, temporarily hiding his cock and balls from the ladies' sight. He was delightfully shy, and extremely good looking, and that is what led to her mischievous behavior.

Normally, all patients - whether male or female - were given a gown to wear during their examinations. They were also allowed to keep their underwear on, unless Doctor Joyce needed them to remove it for the purpose of examination. When Nurse Rose had seen David stripped down to his underpants, however, his body was so attractive that she impulsively denied him both options. She'd almost relented when he asked for a gown, but her feeling of guilt was overridden by her desire to see him naked. Completely bare, his body was breathtaking! David was a beautiful, well-grown boy, with a handsome face, clear skin, strong muscles, and a physically fit physique. His genitals were mature and masculine, and his backside was spectacular!

Doctor Joyce helped David to lie back on the table, and then she began to examine his left hand and arm. He'd uncovered his genitals again, and since he was staring at the ceiling, Nurse Rose took another opportunity to visually inspect his flat belly and sexual assets. His testicles were smooth and youthful. His penis, which was slightly stimulated but not erect, was flopped to one side. She was amused to observe that her mischievous treatment of him had resulted in his cock being somewhat thicker and a bit longer than when he'd first dropped his underpants.

She didn't realize that she was smiling as she remembered how naughty she'd been, alone in the bathroom with him. The Gargarean Group did not require her to witness his urination, nor did they need the nurse to clean his cock for him before and after. In fact, Gargarean applicants were allowed to go to the restroom alone, wearing their gown and underwear. The Group's only stipulation was that the temperature of the urine sample had to be checked immediately when the patient returned to the examination room, to verify it was an authentic specimen that had been freshly collected.

Nurse Rose just couldn't resist staying with him for a closer look at his cock. David had a nice, healthy penis, and she had enjoyed every one of his shudders and shivers as she gave him a good wash and polish job. By the time she'd finished, his penis was pink and pretty, and a little plumper. He'd been extremely self-conscious about urinating in front of her, but he needn't have worried; she was too busy ogling his ass to care about his peeing. Afterwards, she made him shiver and shake again with another thorough cock cleaning.

Running into Nurse Cassidy in the hallway had been unfortunate. Her coworker had been surprised to see a patient without a gown outside the exam rooms, but fortunately, she didn't complain. In fact, she'd obviously enjoyed the sight of bare-naked David and approved of Nurse Rose's decision to prohibit him from wearing clothes.

Doctor Joyce interrupted her nurse's naughty thoughts by asking her to note that she found no problems with David's limbs. Now that his hands and fingers, arms, legs, feet and toes had been examined, she began palpating his abdomen. Nurse Rose was amused to see that the nude patient was looking more and more nervous as the physician's hands worked their way lower and lower, towards the genital exam that he knew was approaching.

Nurse Rose's most guilty pleasure had been taking David's rectal temperature, and making him hold his embarrassing pose for so long. They normally only took the temperature of patients who were receiving a vaccination, or suffering from a fever or flu-like symptoms. In those cases, unless the patient was very young, they used an oral thermometer. While David had been peeing, however, her inspection of his lovely backside had goaded her into giving into temptation and taking a closer look.

"You can sit up now, David," said Doctor Joyce.

Her instruction relieved the tense young man but surprised and disappointed Nurse Rose. The doctor hadn't given him a genital examination! That was the nurse's favorite part, because the cocks of young and viral men sometimes erected during the procedure. David's shyness and naivety suggested that he was likely to lose control easily, and an uncontrolled cock was a consequence that always embarrassed the boys but delighted Nurse Rose.

She was wondering if she should remind the physician that she'd forgotten to examine David's genitals when Doctor Joyce further baffled her by requesting, "Would you help me to raise the table, Nurse Rose?"

"Okay," agreed her confused assistant. Although she had no idea why they were doing it, the brunette nurse helped elevate the head of the cushioned table until it was at a 60-degree angle.

"Sit back and relax, David," directed Doctor Joyce. She turned her head so the patient couldn't see and gave a mischievous wink to her bewildered helper. "Would you assist me, nurse?" she requested as she reached down and opened a panel of the table behind David's legs.

Nurse Rose almost laughed out loud. Doctor Joyce had decided to do some naughty tormenting of her own! There were two panels at the foot of the table, and their only contents were medical crutch stirrups that they normally only used on female patients for gynecological exams. Doctor Joyce was going to place David into a position that was perhaps the only one worse than his bent over, rectal temperature pose. Nurse Rose gleefully opened the second panel and began setting up the left stirrup. She glanced at David and couldn't help grinning when she saw his wide-eyed and horrified expression. This naked young man was going to find out what it feels like to be a woman at the doctor's office!

~~~

David's momentary feeling of relief that his examination was over quickly turned to mortification when he saw the crutch stirrups. As soon as the equipment was in position, Doctor Joyce and Nurse Rose each grasped a thigh in one hand and a calf in the other, then lifted and separated his legs as they placed them in their assigned supports. The black, cushioned stirrups were curved to support his knees, which left his bare feet suspended in the air. The female physician then slowly rotated the supporting rods apart, angling the stirrups outward as they spread his legs wider. When she was satisfied, David was appalled! He was leaning back with his knees bent over the stirrups, and his thighs raised at a 45-degree angle and almost as far apart as they would go. His dick and balls dangled vulnerably between his spread legs, and he could tell that even his asshole was exposed.

With his eyes opened almost as much as his thighs, David watched Doctor Joyce walk to the cabinet and withdraw a latex glove. As she pulled it onto her right hand and lubricated her index finger with cream, Nurse Rose positioned herself next to his right thigh, where she could observe his reactions as well as participate in the doctor's impending procedure.

"Please hold his genitals out of the way for me," requested Doctor Joyce as she stepped between her patients wide-spread thighs.

Nurse Rose braced herself with one hand on her patient's shoulder, then reached down and grasped David's genitals, circling his shaft with her thumb and index finger, and cupping his balls with the other three fingers. When she had his male parts in hand, she moved everything up and out of the way. The doctor, now with a clear path to her patient's anus, used her greased, gloved finger to smear some lubrication on David's asshole. He held his breath as her index finger touched his sphincter, then felt the digit swirl and push until it had wormed its way into his rectum.

As if discombobulated David wasn't dismayed enough about his situation, damned if Nurse Rose didn't resume her teasing tricks again! Distracted by the finger probing his backside, he didn't immediately notice that the older woman holding his dick and balls had elevated his floppy penis until it was standing upright, like a pink mushroom growing from the flat field of his belly. She soon got his attention, however, by sliding her fingers down his shaft, pulling tight the loose skin of his dick until he felt pressure on the head. Surprised, David looked questioningly into Nurse Rose's eyes while Doctor Joyce's finger probed deeper.

The naughty nurse lowered his penis and gave him an innocent, caring smile, asking, "How are you doing, David?" Her question would have been a normal exchange between a caretaker and a male patient, if not for the fact that she was amusing herself by cuddling his balls and propping up his penis.

"Fine?" he replied uncertainly, more baffled than ever by her sexy shenanigans.

"That's good," said Nurse Rose cheerfully. 

"I'm almost done," said Doctor Joyce reassuringly.

Nurse Rose guiltily glanced up at her boss's face, but she had resumed staring into space while she concentrated on the feel of the finger probing her patient's rectum.

David gazed into his naughty nurse's eyes when he felt his dick elevating again. She smiled innocently, but her fingers slid down his shaft and put more pressure on his penis. She let him watch her twinkling, brown eyes take another long, leisurely look down his body before they paused to admire the private part she was so blatantly exposing.

Naked and helpless, with Doctor Joyce standing between his wide-spread thighs and her finger beginning to rub his prostate, David was flabbergasted by his situation. Nurse Rose was barely trying to hide what she was doing, yet the doctor seemed completely oblivious! He wondered if he should say something, but doubted it would do any good. He expected that his attractive tormentor would just deny any wrongdoing.

Nurse Rose, who was still propping up his penis, guiltily turned her head again, to see if Doctor Joyce had noticed, but the older woman was intent on her work. The mischievous nurse, who seemed emboldened by his silence, and having gotten away with her teasing up until this point, decided to take things a tad farther. David felt a fingertip stroke up and down the face of his penis.

Startled, he grunted, "UH!" as his body involuntarily flinched.

Rose quickly lowered his dick.

"Am I hurting you?" asked Doctor Joyce anxiously, pausing with her fingertip hovering over his prostate.

"No,"

"It's my fault," Nurse Rose quickly interrupted. "I think I accidentally tickled his penis."

The good doctor chuckled, saying, "I'm just glad it wasn't something I did."

As Doctor Joyce resumed rubbing David's prostate, he frowned at the impish nurse, who gave his dick a playful tug. "Sorry about that, David," she said, but her apology was insincere.

The finger up his butt began to slide out of his sphincter as Doctor Joyce announced, "All finished."

She was cleaning up beside the sink after completing David's prostate test when two loud knocks startled them all. The exam room door immediately swung wide open, and the naked, butt-probed patient, with his asshole still damp and glistening, gawked between his spread legs as Clare, the newly gorgeous receptionist, took a few steps into the room and stopped between his bare feet. She didn't act surprised or concerned that she'd caught her old school chum without any clothes on and with his legs spread wide by stirrups. She was obviously pleased, however, and grinned as she scanned his body, learning secrets that few - if any - of her girlfriends from high school knew.

Momentarily stunned by his former classmate's arrival, David soon recovered and slapped his hands down and seized his dick and balls, hiding himself from her curious eyes. Amazingly, the only person in the room who seemed to be concerned about Clare seeing a patient naked was the patient!

"Hi, Clare. What can I do for you?" inquired Doctor Joyce unconcernedly.

"David's Gargarean Group sponsor is in the waiting area, asking if it's alright to join you."

"Yes, that's fine," agreed the doctor.

"It may be a few minutes. She's using the restroom," said Clare before turning and exiting the room. 

She forgot to close the door, so David kept his genitals securely covered and worriedly watched the hallway. "I don't have a sponsor," he said.

"Every Gargarean has a sponsor," Nurse Rose replied. "It's one of their rules."

"Do they always show up during the men's physicals?"

"Actually, they rarely do; but since the sponsor is the one paying for your medical care, she is allowed to attend if she wants." 

David tried to think of who his 'sponsor' might be. It had to be Ms. Esme. She had been the one in charge of his interview, and it was she who had approved his advancement to the next step of the process, this physical examination. After the lusty way she'd acted at his interview, he wasn't surprised that she had showed up to see him in the nude again. What a coincidence: she was just in time to witness his genital exam. This situation was just getting worse and worse.

While they awaited Ms. Esme's arrival, Doctor Joyce took the clipboard from Nurse Rose. The two uniformed women leaned on the cabinet and quietly discussed their findings while the physician jotted down a few notes on their patient's medical paperwork. Beside them on the table, David was feeling light-headed and bewildered. He was stark naked, leaning back with his bare feet hanging in the air, his outward-tilted knees higher than his chin, and his thighs splayed wide apart. Between them, his hands protectively cradled his cock and balls, hiding them from Clare's eyes until the door was securely closed again and she was safely back at Reception. 

David was in an unbelievably embarrassing situation that seemed like a fantasy gone horribly wrong. Under other circumstances, he might have found the scene hilarious. If this had been an erotic story, or if it had been happening to somebody else, he probably would laugh uproariously at this poor guy's fate. It was real, however, and it was happening to him. This was not funny, and at the present moment, he was feeling about as vulnerable as a man can feel!

David gawked at a gray-haired, old woman, who was leaning heavily on a steel cane, when she appeared in the corridor outside his room. The cheerfulness of her bright, pumpkin-colored dress and faux fur stole was darkened by her frowning, wrinkled face, which was more than 75 years old and careworn. Walking down the hallway seemed to be a painful and laborious process for her. She paused to rest and glanced into the open doorway, and the sight of bare-naked David holding his male parts in his hands reversed her mood. A smile immediately blossomed on her face that seemed to shed ten years from her age. 

With her watery eyes now bright and twinkling, she plodded closer to the entrance to Exam Room 1, saying, "Well, hello there!" to the gorgeous Gargarean.

"Hi," David shyly returned. He was confused, because he couldn't recall having ever seen the woman before, and wondered how she had become his sponsor. She obviously had money, because she was dressed sumptuously, with a diamond necklace, matching earrings, and the fur stole around her shoulders. Perhaps Gargarean sponsors were randomly chosen from the list of members?

Doctor Joyce and Nurse Rose looked up from his paperwork just as Nurse Cassidy appeared in the doorway behind the old woman. "Come along, Mrs. Grayson," she directed. "We're at the end of the hall, in Exam Room 5."

"Got to go, Sweet Cheeks!" quipped the elderly patient to the stunned young man before continuing her long journey to her assigned examination room.

"Sorry about that, David," said Nurse Cassidy, although she didn't seem very sorry! Grinning unapologetically, the honey-blonde nurse leaned in to close the door while administering a full body scan to the naked patient.

~~~

Doctor Joyce clucked and remarked, "Old Mrs. Grayson is quite a character." 




Gargarean Group Ch. 02



"Seeing David was probably the most excitement she's had in a long time," joked Nurse Rose.

"You're right. I hope Nurse Cassidy waits awhile before she checks her pressure and pulse," worried the good doctor.

The caretakers laughed at their jokes, but the patient in question did not find the situation funny at all! He was inwardly complaining and still clutching his crotch when two loud knocks sounded again, followed by Clare opening the door wide.

"I don't have to introduce you two," the receptionist announced as she strode into the room.

"Hi, Little Nephew!" chirped David's 'Aunt' Ashley, who followed Clare into the room and laughed delightedly to see the horrified expression on her naked nephew's face.

David was utterly astounded and completely speechless, although his baffled brain boiled with questions. He gawked at his step-aunt, who was looking lovely as always. Ashley had silky, breast-length brown hair with lighter highlights, arched eyebrows, long eyelashes, sparkling brown eyes, a pert nose, and naturally red lips. When she smiled - and she was smiling now as she gazed at her blushing nephew! - she revealed twin dimples and straight, white teeth. The 29 year old had a curvy body that she was emphasizing with a provocative maroon minidress, with a daring neckline and a black, silver-buckled belt that cinched her slim waist.

"I'm David's step-aunt, Ashley," she introduced herself as she exchanged greetings with Doctor Joyce and Nurse Rose. "Nice to meet both of you. Has my nephew been behaving himself?"

"He's been the perfect patient," replied David's naughty nurse.

"I'm glad to hear that!" 

Sounding left out, newly beautiful Clare said, "Well, I'd better get back to Reception."

She took a reluctant step towards the door, but Ashley suggested, "Why don't you stay? The more, the merrier, as far as I'm concerned."

David wanted to slap his step-aunt, but his hands were too busy hiding his privates.

"Would that be alright, Doctor Joyce?" Clare asked hopefully, reminding, "Mrs. Grayson is here, and she's the last patient on your calendar."

"Yes, you can stay," her boss agreed, "but leave the door open, in case the phone rings."

Clare beamed with pleasure and gazed at her mortified former classmate. Her eyes lingered on the clutching hands in his lap.

Ashley noticed the direction of her interest and dimpled again. She placed her small, black handbag on the cabinet, and then dizzied David by darting between his outspread legs. White high-heeled shoes gave her an extra four inches of height that further flabbergasted the partially reclined, groin-grabbing boy who gawked up at his step-mother's sister. She was suddenly towering over his body, with the skirt of her maroon minidress tickling his wide-spread inner thighs.

"You-you're my sp-sponsor!?" he sputtered.

"Yes," she confirmed. She motioned to Clare, inviting, "Why don't you come over while I take a closer look at my nephew."

The short-haired blonde receptionist eagerly stepped forward and stood to Ashley's right, so close to David's left side that he could feel the soft material of her navy-blue minidress brush the bared skin of his knee and outer thigh.

David gazed up at Ashley's smiling face while trying to process this new information. She'd lied to him! She must have known about the Gargarean Group before she mentioned the wanted ad. She might even have arranged the interview herself, knowing that he wouldn't be able to resist applying. She set him up! But, why? What was she up to?

Ashley gripped his wrists and pulled at his hands. "Ashley!" he exclaimed when he realized her intent. He held on, and she wasn't strong enough to force him.

"You've had eighteen years to play with yourself," she teasingly scolded. "Now it's time to give someone else a chance." She released his wrists and gripped his hands, then pinched the skin with her white-painted fingernails.

"Ow," he complained. He looked to the medical staff for help, but Nurse Rose was grinning, and Doctor Joyce only shrugged helplessly.

"Move your hands," his sexy step-aunt commanded. This time, she dug her nails painfully into the back of his hands.

"OW!" he yelped.

"Move them, or I'll do it again," she warned.

"Ashley," he whined pitiably, but he released himself and allowed her to move his hands to his sides. Staring up at Ashley's lovely, dimpled face, he felt his heart pounding as he watched her brown eyes becoming acquainted with his male anatomy.

"I've waited six years for this moment, David," she said; "ever since the wedding, when my sister married your dad. I must say, you certainly did not disappoint."

Beside her, Clare appeared to be rather shocked by Ashley's rough treatment of her nephew, but the receptionist was eagerly eyeing his genitals, too. David saw her pupils dilate a moment before he felt Ashley's right index finger worm its way beneath the shaft of his floppy penis. Startled, he looked down in time to see his aunt give his dick a quick flick, rotating it 180 degrees. It slapped against his belly, and she pinned it there with her fingertip against his shaft, and watched the head of his dick wobble to a stop with its bashful face completely exposed. David gulped and gawked as her curious eyes inspected his most male part.

Standing to his left, Clare was thrilled to get this unexpected, once-in-a-lifetime chance to view the bared body of her biggest high school crush. She didn't look disappointed either!

Ashley looked into his wide-open, blue eyes and gave him a smile. "Ms. Esme was right," she complimented him. "You have a beautiful cock, Little Nephew. You're going to make a great Gargarean, and the ladies are going to love you."

David's baffled brain began churning again.

"I need to give him a genital exam now," reminded Doctor Joyce.

"He's all yours," replied Ashley, who released David's dick and stepped back as it flopped to the side again.

The older physician took up position between her patient's thighs and reached down for his genitals. She started with a two-handed, testicular examination.

David's head was spinning. Clare was still inspecting his assets from her position beside his left thigh, and Ashley had joined Nurse Rose beside the cabinet, two steps back from the exam table. All were watching Nurse Joyce, who was facing him from half his body length away while she felt up his balls with her fingers.

"Has my handsome Gargarean erected for you yet, Nurse Rose?" asked Ashley.

"Not yet."

"I'm surprised," commented his aunt. "He certainly is excitable! Many's the morning when I've seen him come down to the breakfast table trying to hide a hard-on."

"Don't tell her that, Ashley," he protested feebly.

She chuckled, saying, "Check this out." Withdrawing her smartphone from her little black handbag, she poked the screen a few times and then held it out where Nurse Rose could see.

"What are you showing her?" wondered David. He suspected it was a photo of him she'd taken last summer at the beach, when he'd gotten a bit excited while wearing a Speedo. She'd surprised him by taking his photograph with her phone, and it had seemed like just a playful girlish prank at the time.

Nurse Rose chuckled, saying, "Clare, you should come over and have a look at this."

David's eyes followed his former classmate as she walked behind the woman handling his balls and sidled up beside Ashley. She laughed when she saw the smartphone screen and gave the bare-naked boy on the table a knowing grin. Frustrated, flustered and flabbergasted, David stared up at the ceiling as he endured his ongoing testicular inspection.

Ashley's audience, gathered around her smartphone, abruptly burst into loud laughter, startling David and Doctor Joyce.

"SSSS!" hissed David as the startled physician accidentally squeezed his balls.

"Oh, that's funny!" exclaimed Clare, but she was talking about David's picture and not his pain.

"Sorry," the doctor apologized to her pained patient. She released his scrotum and joined the trio around the smartphone, asking, "What's funny?"

"This," said Ashley, who tapped the screen a few times, found what she wanted, and held the phone out again where everyone but her bare-naked nephew could see it.

David watched them and wondered. After about twenty seconds had passed, Doctor Joyce exclaimed, "Oh, my!" and laughed with the other ladies. Their merriment was not as loud as the first time, however, and David was able to hear the voice of Ms. Esme from the smartphone cry, "HA! BINGO! Looks like we have a winner!" Blood drained from David's face as he realized that Ashley was showing them a copy of his videotaped interview!

"I guess we can rule out erectile dysfunction," quipped Doctor Joyce, spawning more laughter at David's expense.

Nurse Rose was snickering. "One of my nursing teachers used to call that a spontaneous erection," she said. "She prided herself on being able to arouse almost any young man without touching his penis."

"Could she really?" asked Clare skeptically.

"Oh, yes. I witnessed her do it many times when I was training to be a nurse. She'd ask one of the students to pick out a good-looking boy, and then she would work her magic on him. She would dote on him, and touch him, and fuss over him without doing anything untoward, and before long, up would pop a telltale lump under his bedclothes."

Clare wondered, "Why did she do it?"

"She said it made up for the drudgery that is a core part of nursing. One of the few pleasures of this job is seeing an attractive boy embarrassed by an erection."

"That's true," agreed Doctor Joyce. She turned and gave her patient a worrisome smile, saying, "But I prefer a more direct approach." After this pronouncement, the four females in the room returned their attention to David. "It is time for your penis examination, young man," said the good doctor to her patient, who visibly shrank down into the cushion.

~~~

The women surrounded him, with Clare back beside his left hip, Nurse Rose beside his right hip, and 'Aunt' Ashley beside his chest. They all watched Doctor Joyce, who stood between his wide-open thighs and commenced examining his dick. She spent a minute or two performing a normal examination, checking his shaft for anomalies or infections, and inspecting the various parts of the head of his penis for any problems. That task completed, and with his still-floppy penis held upright in her left hand, she commenced rubbing the fingertips of her right hand around the curved ball at the top of his shaft, deliberately trying to arouse him.

She looked into her patient's eyes and asked herself, "What is it they say on 'Star Trek: The Next Generation'? Oh, yes, resistance is futile. You're going to get an erection, David, so there is no use in fighting it." 

Knowing that she was right, David could only gawk at her with wide-opened eyes. His heart was racing and his breathing was heavy as she ensured the truth of her words. The fingertips held his penis-head still while her left hand had a turn, stroking up and down his shaft a few times. Afterwards, she commenced teasing his tip again.

She took her hands off of him at last, but by then it was too late for David. Being an experienced woman and a physician, she'd recognized when his arousal was too far gone for him to prevent a full-blown erection. The four ladies grinned as they watched his pumping heart finish inflating his penis with blood.

David was frustrated that an older woman, whom he didn't find particularly attractive, could so easily force him to lose control. Doctor Joyce had excited him to erection in less than two minutes! He was humiliated to see his hot and horny, stimulated shaft expand and elevate on demand until it jutted like an obscene rocket from between his wide-spread thighs. He was angered when Ashley and Clare grabbed his wrists and stopped him from hiding it with his hands. And he was embarrassed by the obvious enjoyment shared by the women at his expense. They were all grinning as their gazes alternated between his stiff dick and his ashamed eyes. He focused on the face of his tormentor, but she was too busy admiring her handiwork, and accepting the congratulations of the other three, to worry about his scathing stare.

"Would you measure him, please?" Ashley requested, further flabbergasting her naked nephew. "The Group likes to keep track of all their Gargareans' erect penis sizes."

Incredulous and feeling betrayed, David gazed into Ashley's brown eyes, silently asking, "Why are you doing this to me?"

Her eyes twinkled with mirth, but she didn't answer.

Doctor Joyce backed out from between his thighs, asking, "Do you know where we store the tape measure, Nurse Rose?"

"I think it's in the . . . well, let me see if I can find it," replied her assistant.

As both professional women searched the cabinets, a loud, cackling laugh sounded from the hallway.

The blood drained from David's face, but unfortunately, not his erect penis, when he looked up and saw Old Mrs. Grayson standing in the open doorway of Exam Room 1! She was now dressed in a light-green, knee-length hospital gown, with a sealed urine sample kit held in the same hand as her cane. The stark-naked patient tried to cover his cock again, but Clare and Ashley stubbornly held on to his wrists.

Mrs. Olsen's merry eyes shifted from his erection to his eyes as she cackled again and said, "Nice dick, Sweet Cheeks! Having fun?"

Nurse Cassidy appeared behind her, gently scolding, "Come along, Mrs. Grayson. Mind your own business."

The old woman reluctantly allowed her nurse to turn her towards the restroom. "He-he," she cackled as she plodded towards the bathroom door, loudly professing, "That's the hardest one I've seen in a long time!"

"Let me know if you need any help," said Nurse Cassidy, who closed the door behind her, then leaned on the doorframe of Exam Room 1, saying, "Sorry about that, David. Mrs. Grayson is starting to get a bit senile." Once again, she didn't seem very apologetic as her gaze lowered from his eyes and visually inspected his over-exposed anatomy.

"Do you have a tape measure on you, Cassidy?" inquired Nurse Rose. "We can't find one."

"Yes, I do," said the honey-blonde caretaker. She withdrew a cloth measure from the pocket of her white uniform jacket. Instead of surrendering it to her coworker, however, she happily stepped between the patient's opened thighs, saying, "I assume you need to know the length of David's penis when he's erect."

"Yes, that's right," confirmed 'Aunt' Ashley. "He's going to be a Gargarean."

"Maybe," grumped her abused nephew.

"Oh, you'll love being a Gargarean, David," Nurse Cassidy predicted as she expertly handled his stiff penis with both hands and measured his length. "You know what they say about blondes having more fun?" she asked David. 

"Yes," he answered skeptically. 

"Gargareans do, too," she assured him. "Seven inches," she reported, adding, "Impressive!" Then she measured his girth.

A short time later, when the old woman emerged from the bathroom with a pee-filled cup, Doctor Joyce said, "Well, I'd better go exam Mrs. Grayson. Rose, would you collect David's semen sample for me?"

"I will!" she immediately volunteered, and then gave the aroused and erect young man an eager grin.

"Se-se-semen sa-sample!?" stuttered the unpleasantly surprised patient, whose excited dick quickly began to lose its enthusiasm.

~~~

Ashley explained, "One of our group's requirements is that Gargareans have active, healthy, and fertile sperm. If your lab tests come back positive, not only will you be accepted into the Gargarean Group, you will be required to make quarterly contributions to our sperm bank."

'SPERM BANK!" exclaimed her nephew, who warily eyed the plastic sample cup that Nurse Rose handed to his step-aunt.

"Yes, a sperm bank," Ashley retorted firmly. "Some of our clients are unmarried, or their husbands are deceased. We also have couples who want a child, but their husbands are infertile."

David grunted as Nurse Rose took up position between his taut thighs, gripped his dick, and commenced stroking. The lively feel of his cock got her grinning as she pleasured him. "Tell him about the ladies who like their product direct from manufacturer to consumer," she suggested.

"They what?"

"Some of our clients may want to pay you to have unprotected sex with them," said Ashley. 

"Really?" he breathlessly inquired as the nurse's sexual stroking began to restore his erection.

"Yes," answered Ashley, who then shocked her nephew by reaching down and cupping his balls.

"Uh, mmmm," he grunted and moaned, responding to the hand masturbating his dick and the fingers fondling his balls.

Clare laughed and joined in, running a hand over his body, exploring the muscles of his shoulders, the nipples of his chest, the firmness of his belly, and the softness of his thighs.

"Ms. Esme has paid for sex with Gargareans a few times," said Ashley while she groped his scrotum, "although she's never been able to conceive."

David pictured himself fucking Ms. Esme. She was an older woman but not unattractive. The idea wasn't completely abhorrent to him, if the price was right, although he'd much rather jump on her niece, Joy! Knowing his luck, however, he'd end up banging Tracy, which might explain the hungry way she'd been gazing at him. "Are we allowed to refuse?" he asked worriedly.

"Yes, of course," reassured Ashley, who made him anxious again by adding, "Unless one of our kinkier clients ties you up, and then you won't have much choice if she wants to have her way with you." Her nephew's nervous expression made her chuckle, and inspired her to ask, "Mind if I take a turn, Nurse Rose?"

"Be my guest," his masturbator replied, relinquishing her grip of his resurrected penis.

David was soon bewildered to be gazing into 'Aunt' Ashley's brown eyes while she vigorously jerked his cock! Clare, his former classmate, had assumed the duties of gonad groper and enthusiastically fondled his balls. Nurse Rose had moved behind him and was massaging his scalp and rubbing his shoulders while she enviously watched the other two ladies enjoying his genitals.

The panting patient was quickly approaching contribution time when Ashley stopped stroking him and suggested, "Why don't you finish him, Clare."

"May I!?"

"Of course. Just try to aim his cock at the cup when you think he's ready."

David still couldn't believe that the beautiful receptionist, who gladly began playing with his stimulated penis in one hand while she held his balls in the other, was the same frumpy, disheveled schoolgirl he'd known in high school. He gazed into her eyes as she pleasured him.

"I used to fantasize about doing this to you in high school," she confessed as she shifted her grip and began stroking his shaft with both hands.

Ashley asked, "Why didn't you?"

"I was too ugly."

David managed to stop panting long enough to counter, "No, you weren't."

She smiled but contradicted him. "Yes, I was. How does an ugly girl talk a handsome boy into letting her touch his dick?"

Ashley replied, "The same way that a beautiful girl would do it. Get him alone, and then ask, 'Mind if I jerk your cock?' It rarely fails!"

Clare abruptly released his genitals and requested, "David, would you mind if I jerked your cock?"

"No!" he whined breathlessly, although he was protesting her pause as much as agreeing to her request. "Please keep going, Clare," he begged.

She laughed and began stroking his dick again, but faster. "You'd better get the cup ready," she suggested. "I don't think he's going to last much longer."

Ashley held the cup near the tip of her nephew's stimulated dick with one hand and rubbed his lower belly with the other, while Nurse Rose stepped to his side and fingered his chest and taut nipples. Clare, standing between his wide-spread thighs, was excited about the chance to participate in a male patient's physical, and delighted that the patient selected was her cute former classmate. Her hand was a blur as she gleefully stroked David's shaft, and she used the other to gently pull on his balls as she pleasured him, relishing his every moan and gasp, his wiggling and his squirming.




Gargarean Group Ch. 03



The Presentation

~~~

During the week after David's shocking medical examination, relations between him and Ashley were strained, to say the least. He was distressed by the knowledge that his attractive, 29-year-old step-aunt had shown up during his physical examination and seen him stark naked! He could no longer meet her gaze, because there was a new, knowing and amused twinkle in her brown eyes, now that she'd laid hands on her nephew's body and masturbated his dick. David felt betrayed by how she had urged Clare to bring him to climax, and she'd even laughed out loud when his former classmate did just that and made him ejaculate! Ashley now knew secrets about him that no aunt, not even a step-aunt, should know.

Aggravating his embarrassment was his anger with Ashley for concealing her knowledge about the Gargarean Group before his interview. Following his physical, he quizzed her about the organization, but his step-aunt continued to say very little. The only new information he had gleaned from her was rather disturbing: her oldest sister, and David's other step-aunt, 32-year-old Aubrey, had been a member of her local chapter of the Gargarean Group for more than ten years. 'Aunt' Aubrey was the person who'd gotten 'Aunt' Ashley interested in the organization, and it was she who'd informed Ashley when Ms. Esme had filed an application to open a branch in town.

"Is Alyssa a member of the Gargareans?" he'd anxiously inquired, worried that his 31-year-old stepmother might be involved, too.

"No, she hasn't joined," Ashley informed him, and then worried her nephew by adding, "but I'm working on her."

~~~

Ms. Esme, a 41-year-old, self-made entrepreneur, hosted a presentation ceremony for three new Gargarean candidates on a Friday evening, almost three weeks to the day after David's initial interview. The 31 attendees, all successful women who were the charter members of their local Gargarean Group, and a few of their guests, began arriving not long before 6 o'clock. The weather was atrocious that night, with pouring rain and gusting winds, and the women were pleased to see two handsome Gargarean valets waiting for them under the port-cochere of their founding member's grand mansion. The men, who were dressed immaculately in formal top hats, white ties, and black tuxedos with tails, were being paid to aid new arrivals in exiting their automobiles, and then afterwards, they parked the guests' vehicles inside the home's multi-car garage.

The average age of the core members, who were all wearing black cocktail dresses on that special night, was around forty years old. All of them were feeling amorous as they entered through the open doorway, their high spirits aided by the doorman who greeted them: Ms. Esme's personal Gargarean, a 32-year-old butler named Edward. They smiled to see him as they paraded past, for Edward was over 6 feet tall and handsome, and his muscular body was barely covered by a pair of black thong underpants and a matching bowtie. The women were in a party mood, and more than one randy hand reached out and teasingly tweaked his sizeable pouch while waiting to be welcomed by his boss, who was greeting people at the foot of the grand staircase in the lobby. Following a casual cocktail hour in the living room, the founding Amazons assembled in Ms. Esme's roomy home theater for the presentation, while their guests enjoyed cocktails and canapés in the great room.

Precisely at 7 o'clock, the room quieted as the lights darkened and Ms. Esme stepped onto the room's two-foot high stage. A spotlight from the projection room followed her as she walked in front of a large, red velvet curtain and approached a lighted podium equipped with a microphone at stage left. She was wearing an elegant, knee-length black dress with a modest, ruched bodice and no sleeves.

"Good evening, fellow Amazons," she spoke into the microphone, "and thank you for braving the storm to join me tonight. I think you will be glad you came, for we have three handsome and worthy Gargarean candidates to present to you." She paused while the exuberant audience enthusiastically applauded, and then continued, "After the presentation, we will take a vote on each of them, followed by a meet-and-greet in the great room with the newly-elected Gargareans. I know you are all eager to become acquainted with our trio of worthy candidates, so we'll get started immediately. They will be presented in alphabetical order, starting with a young man I know you are going to like: 18-year-old David." 

The Amazons loudly applauded while Ms. Esme left the podium and walked across the stage. Behind her, the two burgundy curtains slowly slid apart, revealing a professional-size movie screen mounted on the rear wall. When the hostess reached her seat in the front row, she heard her own amplified voice say, "David, please stand up and remove your clothes."

"Excuse me?" asked the startled young man on the screen, while his viewing audience began to chuckle and to chat as they watched his interview video.

"Please take off your clothes," was Ms. Esme's taped request. "We need to see your body."

The Amazons chuckled to see the young man hesitate. Most Gargarean candidates hesitated when they learned they'd have to undress, and the bashful ones were the most fun to watch. The expectant women sat forward in their seats in eager anticipation of seeing this shy, handsome hunk strip himself naked. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, and an attractive body well-dressed in a neat business suit. The jacket sleeves bulged over his biceps and suggested there were lots of muscles hiding beneath his suit.

On the screen, David sounded disappointed as he said, "I can't have nude pictures of myself circulating on the Internet. My stepmother might see them, or one of her sisters, or their daughters!" His protest was so hilarious that the audience roared and hooted with laughter, drowning out the next few lines of dialogue.

The noise had quieted by the time Ms. Esme told the candidate, "First, we need to see you without your clothes." When he still hesitated, she added, "You can leave your underpants on, if that would make you feel more comfortable."

A lady loudly exclaimed, "They fall for that one every time!"

Lusty laughter followed her remark, and the audience volume increased again. Bawdy comments and anatomical compliments sounded as the young man got naked. There were a few sarcastic boos when he stopped before removing his briefs, but these were replaced by appreciative observations as they checked out the front-side and back-side of his nearly-naked physique. The noise gradually quieted while the women watched Joy and Tracy performing their inspections. The women, curious about David's cock, eyed the promising bulge in his underwear while eagerly anticipating the moment when his full-frontal nudity would be revealed at last.

Tracy was kissing David when Joy joked, "Bombs away!" 

The startled man's cock and balls immediately flopped out of his underpants, and the theater echoed with thunderous applause, loud laughter, and shrill wolf-whistles.

~~~

While the women delightedly ogled David's dick in the nearby theater, the unaware candidate anxiously awaited Ashley's return in one of the mansion's many bathrooms. Despite his misgivings, he'd dutifully dressed in the attire they required for the presentation. His complete outfit was a pair of black, low-rise briefs beneath cotton sweatpants with an elastic waist. That was all; no shirt, no shoes, and no socks. His 'sponsor' had refused to tell him anything about what was about to happen, except that she was going to present him to the charter members of their Gargarean Group chapter for their approval.

David worried while he waited, especially when he began to hear muffled peals of laughter and merriment coming from somewhere not too far away. The sound eventually quieted, and moments later, Ashley startled him by knocking loudly on the door and immediately swinging it wide. Although she was his stepmother's sister, he couldn't help admiring her body. She was alluringly attired in a strapless black skater dress with a sweetheart neckline.

"What's going on?" he nervously inquired.

"Ms. Esme was warming up the audience," she replied.

"Audience!?" he asked worriedly. "I thought this was only the charter members."

"It is. There are 24 charter members in all."

David swallowed, for this was a much larger number than he'd expected. He was thinking there'd be two or three charter members; maybe six at the most!

She looked him up and down, asking, "Are you ready?" 

"Ready as I'm going to be," he said, and then gasped when she abruptly reached out and stretched the front of his sweatpants down to expose his black briefs. "What are you doing!?"

"Just making sure you're not wearing your boxers under there," Ashley replied. She stretched his sweatpants down farther until the crotch of his underpants were visible, and then grinned to see only a small bulge that attested to the shrunken state of his penis. "Your dick is so little!" she joked. "Nervous?"

"Yes, of course I'm nervous!" he angrily retorted while snatching his waistband out of her hands and restoring his modesty. Did she really expect him to have a hard-on? If she did, she was going to be disappointed, because he was much too anxious to get aroused. 

His bashfulness made her chuckle. She condescendingly reassured him, "There's nothing to be worried about, Little Nephew; you'll do fine. Just try to relax."

He scowled at his so-called sponsor. Ashley's words and manner supported his theory that his step-aunt was beginning to believe that she owned him. He would soon disabuse her of that notion! 

"She clasped his left hand with her right and said, "Let's go meet the Amazons, David."

After a quick walk halfway down a long hallway, Ashley opened a door marked, 'EXIT', and led him inside. David was surprised to find himself in the darkened backstage area of a home theater. A cinema-sized screen, currently concealed from the audience by a closed burgundy-colored curtain, was mounted on the rear wall. A few feet in front of the screen was a raised, black-carpeted stage platform. Only the rear third of the stage was visible, because the rest, the part that faced the audience, was obscured by the closed red curtain. 

David noticed movement to his right and was astonished to see his other step-aunt, Aubrey, appear out of the shadows. "Aunt Aubrey!" he said in surprise, for his stepmother's oldest sister lived several days' drive away.

Aubrey gave her nephew a lingering look down the length of his body, from his bare chest, down his sweatpants, to his exposed toes, saying, "You're looking well, Nephew."

"Thanks; so are you," he returned honestly. Like her sisters, Aubrey appeared to be much younger than her actual age, and looked fetching in an ebony, sleeveless dress that was mid-thigh in length. A deep plunging neckline and an empire waist emphasized her large breasts and hourglass figure. "What are you doing here?" he wondered, because it had been two years since the last time she'd visited.

"I wouldn't have missed your presentation to the Gargarean Group for all the tea in China," she replied as she clasped his right hand.

Ashley squeezed his left hand and asked, "Ready?"

"No," he anxiously admitted.

His nervousness had both aunts chuckling, but Ashley assured him, "Don't worry; you'll do fine. You won't have to say anything; just stand quietly while we present you."

With this bare-bones advice, they escorted their nephew through the velvet curtains. The moment David appeared on stage in the theater, he was essentially blinded by a bright spotlight and deafened by loud, appreciative applause from the audience.

"Bravo, David! Bravo!" more than a few women shouted as the clapping continued. "Bravissimo!"

He was astounded by the reaction, wondering what he had done to deserve such ardent applause. Their unexplained appreciation of him helped to alleviate his jitters as Ashley and Aubrey ushered him forward. When the trio reached the front center of the stage, his confidence was further buoyed by both of his beautiful step-aunts moving closer to his sides and guiding his arms around their waists. 

David stood trembling on the stage with his arms around his attractive escorts, mesmerized by the bright beam in his eyes and awed by the size and exuberance of the audience. He squinted out at the seats and saw the vague outlines of two dozen women. He wondered if he knew any of them, but the spotlight that nearly blinded him prevented him from seeing anything but the blurry outlines of their bodies. Every one of them was wearing a black dress, making identification that much more difficult.

He was impressed by the size of Ms. Esme's home theater. He could discern three sections per row, and each section consisted of a single red-velvet loveseat that accommodated two people, or three if they squeezed together. The front three rows were visible to him, and he estimated there were at least two more behind them. All of the loveseats as far back as he could see were occupied. 

David waited with his arms around his step-aunts, wondering what was to come next. When the crowd noise began slowly subsiding, he was hoping that his 'presentation' to the Gargarean Group was over; however, Ashley and Aubrey showed no signs of escorting him off stage.

A voice over the sound system hoarsely croaked, "Gah." She cleared her throat, and then tried again. "Good evening, Amazons."

"Good evening!" echoed the enthusiastic crowd.

David immediately recognized the voice. He glanced to his left, in the direction where the audience was looking, and was startled to spot his stepmother standing behind a lighted podium! She was looking youthful and attractive in a short, black dress that had an open back, a high neck with a lace bodice, and lacy sleeves. He was baffled by her presence on stage, because Ashley had told him that she wasn't a member of the Gargarean Group. "Alyssa!?" he exclaimed.

"Shhh," his sponsor shushed him.

"Ladies, my sisters and I are proud to present to you our pride and joy, and my stepson, David."

The women loudly voiced there approval, and Alyssa had to hold up her hands to quiet them before she could continue. "We have come here tonight to seek your endorsement," she announced formally as she read a short script that Ashley and Aubrey had prepared for her. "Should you approve of David and find him worthy, we ask that you accept him as a Gargarean of this chapter." 

Judging by the applause that followed, he'd already been accepted by the charter members.

"Here to do the formal presentation is David's sponsor, my youngest sister, Ashley."

The loud applause that echoed in the theater as Ashley left his side and walked to the podium suggested that she was a popular member. Meanwhile, Alyssa traded places with her sister, wrapping her stepson's arm around her waist and firmly bumping hips with him. David glanced questioningly at her face, and she replied with a mischievous smile and a tickle of his lower back with the fingertips of her right hand.

"My name is Ashley," David's youngest step-sister spoke into the microphone, quieting the crowd and getting their attention. "I'm proud to say that I was the fourth person to join this chapter of the Gargarean Group, after Ms. Esme and her sisters, Ms. Gwen and Ms. Nora. This handsome young man to my right is my nephew. Aren't I a lucky aunt!?"

Her fellow Amazons heartily agreed.

"My sister and David's stepmother, Alyssa, just joined the Gargarean Group today! Please join me in welcoming her to our club."

The ladies clapped and cheered. Alyssa, with her hands full of sexy stepson, smiled and nodded to acknowledge their applause.

Ashley joked, "Now that his mom's a member, David has a few surprises in store for him at home. Right, ladies?"

Dismayed by the outburst of laughter that followed this comment, David gave his stepmother another quizzical look. She gazed up at him with an impish twinkle in her eyes and a gleeful grin on her lips, and then he felt her fingers slide down his lower back. Shockingly, they slipped underneath of his sweatpants and beneath his black briefs. Alyssa had her hand on his bare ass! He swallowed anxiously. With his father's wife fondling his tight backside, he worriedly asked, "Alyssa?"

Ashley overheard and corrected him, saying, "No, David; from now on, you must always call your stepmom, 'Ms.' Alyssa. That's one of the new household rules that you must obey."

David did not like the sound of that! The hand beneath his underpants squeezed his bottom, and he wondered if his stepmother intended to make him a Cinderella figure in his own home. Not if he could help it! He was going to have a man-to-man talk with his dad tomorrow.

"Moving on," said Ashley with a chuckle caused by David's discomfort, "our oldest sister, Aubrey, is on David's right. She has been a member of her local chapter of the Gargarean Group ever since she was eligible at 18. Our mom is also a longtime member of the same chapter, and our grandmother was, too, before she died a few years ago."

David was befuddled by this revelation. He had never heard of the Gargarean Group until Ashley showed him the job ad, but now he was learning that almost every female in his new family was a member!

"Let me tell you a little bit about my nephew," said Ashley, who then announced, "David turned 18 years old just last April. I met him three years ago, when my sister married his dad, and I've been eagerly awaiting his presentation ever since! I assumed we'd be going to Aubrey's house to present him to her chapter of the Gargarean Group, but thanks to Ms. Esme, we have our own chapter now!"

In the front row, Ms. Esme smiled while her charter members cheered for her.

"Now, about David," Ashley continued when the applause quieted. "I have always found him to be a good boy, and I know he will make an excellent Gargarean. He has never gotten into trouble with the law, and was never held back in school. He graduated from high school after four years with very good grades and is a hard worker currently employed by a landscaping firm." As an aside, she said, "That's how he developed all of those gorgeous muscles."

David was aware of ogling from the audience, and a proud hand petting his firm bottom.

"Isn't my nephew handsome?"

Ashley's question was answered by more thunderous applause that embarrassed the shy young man on stage.

"Statistically, David is 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighs 173 pounds. All of these facts make him eligible to become a Gargarean," Ashley stated matter-of-factly. "My sisters and I strongly endorse him, and we hope that after tonight's presentation, all of you will endorse him, too."

Wild, enthusiastic applause followed Ashley's speech as she stepped away from the podium and walked towards her family members at center stage. David was relieved to feel Alyssa slip her fingers out of his pants, and then she and Aubrey stepped aside slightly so that their hips were no longer in contact with his body. Believing that the ceremony was now over, he felt the weight of the world ease from his shoulders. All in all, the presentation hadn't been nearly as bad as he'd feared. The women's approbation had made him feel flustered and undeserving, because he hadn't done anything to deserve their approval except stand at center stage without a shirt on. 

As his stepmother's youngest sister approached, David expected Alyssa and Aubrey to clasp his hands again and guide him off the stage. They did not. Instead, they clung tightly to his arms as Ashley stopped in front of him and swiftly slipped down his sweatpants and briefs and let them fall around his ankles. 




Gargarean Group Ch. 03



"DON'T!" cried David belatedly when he realized his sponsor intended to strip him naked. By the time he protested, however, his clothes were already down to his thighs and still descending. With only his step-aunt's body between his nudity and the all-woman audience, the crowd noise intensified in anticipation of seeing him. David struggled to free his arms and grab his clothes, but Alyssa and Aubrey, who had closed in and were once again hip-to-hip with him, stubbornly held on as they viewed his genitals for the first time. Ashley, too, paused in front of him to gaze at his private parts, although she'd seen them before at his physical examination.

David was absolutely appalled to have his limp dick and balls exposed to his stepmother and her sisters. Alyssa's hand was groping his ass again, but this time unimpeded by his clothes. Aubrey's hand began to fondle his backside as well, and the two women chuckled when their fingers touched and they realized they were both enjoying the feel of his muscular bottom. Afterwards, their arms crossed behind his back and each sister limited her groping to his opposite-side butt cheek.

Alyssa, his stepmother, raised up on her toes so that her mouth was beside his ear. "Your father is well hung," she whispered, "but your cock is even bigger."

Her weird compliment was far more information than David wanted to know! He gazed into Ashley's eyes and pleaded, "Please pull my pants back up," but her reply was a devilish grin, and then she turned her back to him and faced the audience, loudly announcing, "AMAZONS, I PRESENT TO YOU MY NEPHEW, DAVID." With that, she stepped to the side.

"Ashley!" he gasped, but his cry and a mortified sob were drowned out by the roar from the crowd when his penis and testicles were revealed at last. It was the show that everyone had come to see! David blushed and began to struggle again, demanding, "LET ME GO!"

"Stand still, David," Alyssa scolded her stepson as she and Aubrey stubbornly held on. 

He didn't want to stand still! Unfortunately, his floppy cock began flipping as he futilely fought for freedom. His red face, and the way is dick was whirling as he tried to get away, incited the crowd. They laughed and cheered to see how bashful he was about presenting his full-frontal nudity to them. When David finally realized that his situation was hopeless, he gave up and stopped struggling.

By his side, Aubrey shouted, "WHAT DO YOU THINK?" over the tumult of the audience, and then his oldest step-aunt reached down and groped his genitals before playfully fluffing her nephew's penis and balls. The Gargarean Group guffawed to see the astonished expression on their newest acquisition's face, who began struggling anew. Ashley, Alyssa, and Aubrey enjoyed the view, laughing along with the crowd to see his youthful genitals wildly wobbling and wiggling.

"CUTE COCK!" someone clearly called over the crowd noise, and David's blush deepened. The only parts of him the women couldn't see were his ankles and feet, which were concealed by his pulled-down sweatpants, but no one seemed to mind this omission.

Feeling betrayed by the new females in his family, David had no choice but to turn in a circle as Alyssa and Aubrey presented his backside for the viewing pleasure of the Amazons. With his back to the audience, he cringed to hear wolf-whistles and more shouted comments, like, "NICE ASS!" His relatives paused momentarily to let the ladies have a good look, and then they turned him to face the crowd again.

Ashley returned to the microphone while the audience ogled her nephew. "For those of you in the back of the theater who may not be able to see well, David has a beautifully circumcised penis and smooth, youthful balls."

Her explicit comment startled the spotlighted man and got him blushing again as every woman in the room focused her eyes on the aforementioned parts.

"She looked down at the front row and asked, "Am I right, ladies? Doesn't my nephew have a sweet cock?"

"YES!" their combined voices boomed, and the crowd laughed at their unanimous enthusiasm.

From the third or fourth row, a woman calmly inquired, "Excuse me, Ashley, can you tell us the length of David's penis when he's aroused?" 

Many women throughout the audience nodded their heads in agreement and listened closely for Ashley's answer. This was an important fact that every Amazon wanted to know.

"Given a little 'encouragement,'" his step-aunt quipped, paused for the expected laugh, and then revealed, "my nephew can attain a length of 7 inches."

This information seemed to please the leering Amazons. David, shocked to have his male parts on display and now explicitly described, was horrified to hear a mature voice state, "I will need to see proof of his erect length before I can approve him as a Gargarean."

David gawked at the audience and gulped as other women in the crowd seconded her motion.

"Try giving him some 'encouragement!'" one of the younger Amazons called.

A less diplomatic Amazon excitedly exclaimed, "Make him get it up for us!"

David was appalled when Aubrey obliged by reaching for his dick.

"No!" he objected as he pulled his hips back, trying to keep his aunt's hand away from his cock. Alyssa was still groping his ass, however, and she forced his hips forward to keep his penis within her older sister's reach.

"Aunt Aubrey!" he whined but was powerless to prevent her from lifting his dick. Like Doctor Joyce at his physical, Aubrey was experienced in handling men and knew how to rapidly arouse them. She boldly fingered the head of her nephew's cock, making him involuntarily gasp and giggle, much to the crowd's amusement.

"He's ticklish!" laughed someone in the audience.

It was true. Aubrey's fingers tormentingly tickled the tip of his limp dick, sending waves of uncomfortable pleasure throughout his body. "Hee-hee, DON'T! hee-hee," he protested breathlessly between gasping giggles. His step-aunt's merciless touch on the face of his penis was pleasurable and tormenting at the same time, exciting his cock while causing his body to squirm and writhe uncontrollably. With his hands held away from his body, Aubrey's persistent, unavoidable fingering was like an itch that he couldn't scratch.

She didn't masturbate his shaft, just limited her efforts to fingering his chubby cock head. That was more than enough to get him excited! David stopped giggling and began panting. His heart was racing, pounding more and more blood into his expanding dick. His bared skin tingled all over, and he could feel every hair follicle on his body prickling. His senses were overwhelmed by the excruciating ecstasy of his aunt's ravishing, and the raucous sound of the all-female audience cheering her on.

After two minutes that seemed much longer to David, she stopped torturing his dick and let go. The ladies were ecstatic to see that his cock was now completely engorged and throbbing, with a bright red head that quivered with excitement. The handsome man was still panting, looking down ashamedly with his body blushing from head to toe.

Ms. Esme mounted the stage carrying a wooden ruler. "Hello, David," she said when she was standing next to him. "Nice to see you again."

"Hi, Ms. Esme," he mumbled but didn't look up.

Her fingers were cool on his hot cock when she measured him, and then she turned to the audience and reported her findings. "Yes, I can confirm that David's penis is seven-inches long when he's erect."

Her announcement was followed by another round of approving applause from the audience.

"Amazons, have you heard and seen enough to make your decision regarding his application?"

A thunderous ovation made Ms. Esme smile. She turned and said, "Looks like you're going to be a Gargarean, David." He was still looking down, so she cupped his balls and then quickly ran her fingertips up the length of his stiff dick, from the base of his shaft to the tip. When her fingers contacted the sensitized face of his aroused cock, he gasped and wiggled. Now that she had his attention, she gazed into his wide-open eyes and said, "Congratulations!"

"Thanks," the humiliated candidate mumbled.

She turned to Ashley and said, "We will take a vote right after the other two boys have been presented. For now, you can get him dressed again and find a seat at the back of the theater."

The audience laughed as they watched his stepmother and her sisters struggle to fit his excited cock into his brief underpants. They finally decided to leave the tip sticking out the top of his waistband and covered it with his sweatpants. By the time they had everything tucked away, it was much, much too late to save any of David's dignity.



Gargarean Group Ch. 04



The Vote

~~~

When David's improbable presentation to the Gargarean Group was over, his family escorted him off the stage and along an aisle of the home theater. Around him, 24 women who had seen him stripped naked and teasingly aroused were loudly applauding his command performance. He was feeling bleary and disembodied as he passed the seats of women whose reaching hands patted and petted his posterior. The women laughed heartily to see his body shuddering as he walked. They seemed to realize that, with every step, the tight waistband of his underpants was erotically stimulating the excited head of his rock-hard cock.

David's mind was churning with contrary emotions. He felt embarrassment and humiliation; yet at the same time, he was absolutely sexually aroused. He was angry at Alyssa, Ashley, and Aubrey for stripping him on stage, but grateful and humbled by the Gargarean Group's overwhelming appreciation of his body. Like many young men, he'd always harbored a secret fantasy of performing a striptease for an all-girl crowd. Now, thanks to the new women in his life, he had done just that. He'd found the experience to be amazingly erotic and incredibly exhilarating! When his stepmother and her sisters had pulled out his cock and balls for the audience's viewing pleasure, instead of revulsion or displeasure, the women's response had been ecstatically positive.

Adding to his confusion was that fact that he could have easily overpowered the three women holding his arms and stormed off the stage. Why didn't he? They were no match for his strength, so why did he allow them to strip him and show off his body rather than escape? The perfect opportunity had occurred when Ashley began pulling down his sweatpants and underpants. As soon as his penis and testicles had flopped out of his clothes, his step-aunt had paused while her sisters enjoyed their first view of his masculine parts. Alyssa had been so busy checking out her stepson's dick that she'd eased her grip of his wrist. For a moment, one arm was free, and he could have easily slipped out of Aubrey's hold, too, because she was also distracted by the sight of her nephew's genitals. 

Appalled to have the trio of sisters viewing his full-frontal nudity, David had been on the brink of escaping. The audience's startlingly loud applause for his nudity had surprised him, however, and given him pause. He'd never heard so much appreciation aimed directly at him! While he hesitated, Alyssa and Aubrey began affectionately fondling his bare backside. Their soft hands were a reminder that, despite their treachery, he felt real love for the trio of sisters. All three were beautiful and personable, and they had treated him very caringly since Alyssa had married his dad. Having females in his life again was wonderful after so many lonely years living with just him and his dad in the house.

He also secretly lusted for all three of them. He'd enjoyed many erotic dreams of sharing his bed with Ashley, Aubrey, and his dad's wife; individually, in pairs, or even all three at once. After a night of fantasizing about one or more of them, David usually awoke with a hard-on. There were many mornings, when Ashley joined Alyssa for coffee in the kitchen, that he'd considered 'accidentally' flashing his boner for them. It would have been so easy to let his robe open or his bath towel drop. He always wondered what their reaction would be to seeing his dick. Now he knew, because his 'Presentation' had been that fantasy come to life!

After some quick soul searching, he'd decided to follow the fantasy through and let them have their fun. After that, he had been playacting more than struggling. "Please pull my pants back up," he'd begged while gazing into his stripper's eyes. 

Ashley, who was closest to his age and knew him better than even his stepmother, realized that he'd decided to play along. She gave him a devilish grin of thanks. Recognizing that he was now complicit in their naughty little stage production, she'd turned to the audience and announced, "AMAZONS, I PRESENT TO YOU MY NEPHEW, DAVID."

"Ashley!" he'd gasped in a belated attempt to stop her from stepping away, because at that moment he'd had second-thoughts about appearing nude in front of a live audience. The appreciative roar from the crowd when they saw him naked took his breath away and made him blush. The boisterous applause reassured him, however, and he'd immediately decided to reward their appreciation by giving them what they came to see. "LET ME GO!" he'd loudly demanded as he struggled to get away. 

"Stand still, David," said his stepmother as she and her oldest sister tightened their grips on his arms and bare backside. 

At that memorable moment, David had suppressed a smile, because Alyssa and Aubrey didn't realize that he was just pretending. The all-female audience seemed to enjoy seeing his dick wiggle, so he wiggled his dick for them while continuing to fight to get free. Adding to the authenticity of David's playacting were his blushes. His red face was genuine, because he'd never been naked in front of more than one girlfriend at a time. Having no less than 24 women commenting on his cock while they looked him over was enough to make any man bashful!

David's sham emotions ended when the Amazons began demanding to see his penis erect. He was truly shocked by their brazenness! Bewildered and embarrassed, he'd pulled away when 'Aunt' Aubrey had actually reached for his dick, intent on giving the audience what they wanted. By then it was too late for escape, however, because his clothes were tangled around his ankles, and Aubrey's teasingly tormenting touch left him too weak-kneed to flee. She'd quickly coaxed his cock into contributing, and soon had David erect and so horny that he would have humped a horse if one had been provided.

Now that David's presentation was over, the crowd noise was subsiding in anticipation of the next candidate. When Ashley and family reached the fifth row of the theater, she suggested, "Why don't the three of you sit here," indicating an empty loveseat in the center section. Alyssa and Aubrey immediately sat down and positioned half-naked David between them. They clasped his hands again, and the only man in the audience endured the amused stares of a pair of middle-aged women in the fourth row. They were turned around and chuckling to see the obscene telephone pole shape propping up the front of his sweatpants.

Ashley, recognizing the direction of their stares, chuckled and remarked, "Isn't my nephew handsome?" She placed her hands on his bare shoulders, leaned down and whispered, "Thank you, David. I am so proud of you." Before he could reply, she nailed him to the chair with a kiss. Her soft lips pressed hard against his mouth and forced his head back against the loveseat. David felt her fingers leave his shoulders and slide down his chest. They slipped beneath his sweatpants and briefs, freed his stiff penis, and scooped out his balls.

"Ashley, no, mmmm," he mumbled, but she silenced his muffled protest by extending her tongue into his mouth.

Alyssa and Aubrey squeezed his hands and snickered as their sister exposed David's genitals and then lovingly caressed his cock. The watching women snickered to see his penis up-close and personal.

His words impeded by her tongue, David breathlessly lisped, "Thstop, Assthley. You muthst thstop." Her fingers were becoming slippery from the liquid his penis had begun leaking. He was on the verge of ejaculation!

Ashley obligingly withdrew her tongue from his mouth and her hand from his dick, kissed his lips again, and stood upright. She did not restore his modesty, however, and David was incredulous to see her turn to the voyeurs in front of him, say, "Enjoy the show!" and then walk to a nearby loveseat.

Nearly panting, with his lips feeling puffy from his step-aunt's firm kiss, David gawped at the two busybodies in front of him. Ashley had left his sweatpants and underwear hooked beneath his balls, and the Amazons were amusedly eyeing his exposed genitals. The head of his bloated, upstanding cock was slick with glistening precum.

"Cover me up, Alyssa," he griped.

His stepmother shushed him, saying, "The next video is about to begin." She nodded towards the stage, where the red-velvet curtain was parting. The nosey busybodies gave him a grin and quickly faced front.

~~~

David showed Alyssa how easily he could have escaped on stage by jerking his hand from her grasp. As he covered his stiff and slick cock with his sweatpants and briefs, she chuckled but made no comment. Now with everything tucked away, he gazed at the theater screen and saw a familiar scene: a video filmed in Ms. Esme's office during an interview. The young man being filmed was familiar, too, because he'd been in David's senior class at high school. He was a short, scholarly student named Eddie who'd been a member of the chess club and the debating society. That is all that David knew about him, because they traveled in different circles in school.

On screen, Ms. Esme spoke those words that the stiff-dicked Gargarean candidate remembered so well. "Please stand up and remove your clothes."

David was startled by the applicant's response. "Yes, Ms. Esme!" he cheerfully agreed and immediately began removing his navy business suit. When Eddie was down to nothing but tighty-whitey underpants, he didn't hesitate to continue. The white briefs slid to the floor, and after removing them from around his feet, Eddie stood straight and naked, seemingly enjoying the close scrutiny of the three interviewers.

David wondered if Eddie would be so unconcerned had he known that more than two dozen Gargarean members were now checking out his body. The women watching his video chuckled and chatted when the young man was nude. One grandmotherly Amazon exclaimed, "What a delightful little dick he's got!" Laughter followed her remark.

David had a sudden realization. He leaned towards Alyssa and quietly asked, "Did they show my interview before you brought me on stage."

"Yes, they did," she announced the bad news. "You made quite an impression on everyone," she added, emphasizing her point by reaching over and giving the vertical tent pole in his sweatpants a firm squeeze.

David's face reddened as he sank deeper into the cushion of the loveseat. Now he understood the muffled laughter he'd heard while waiting for his presentation, and the exuberant applause he'd received the moment he walked on stage. Everyone in the room had already seen him naked on his interview video, and they had witnessed his embarrassing, spontaneous erection when beautiful Joy had kissed him!

On the screen, Ms. Esme's nieces were performing their up close and personal inspection of Eddie's body. By the time lecherous Tracy leaned down and kissed him, the young man's small penis was starting to bloat. The three women soon turned their attention to his genitals. Almost as if on cue, the moment Ms. Esme reached for Eddie's dick, it obligingly finished erecting for her, stretching to his full 3-inch length.

The watching women loudly laughed and applauded. "Attaboy, Eddie!" somebody snickered. 

David didn't want to think about what was said when they saw Joy's kiss coax his cock up.

On screen, Eddie remained absolutely erect for the remainder of his interview. Afterwards, when he walked out on stage to thunderous applause, he seemed taken aback by the size of the crowd and their seemingly spontaneous, undeserved ovation. He stood bravely front and center, however, with two older sisters on either side of him while his mother introduced her family.

During the next 15 minutes, David learned more information about Eddie than he'd ever wanted to know. He was 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighed 110 pounds. According to his mom, he was a born Gargarean who'd always preferred to be naked around the house. She then proved her point by presenting him to the crowd. Unlike David, Eddie didn't struggle at all. He and his beautiful, blonde sisters just stood there, grinning proudly when his black sweatpants and briefs came down, revealing that his diminutive dick was already erect. The Amazon audience appreciatively applauded his effort.

Eddie's mother was chuckling when she returned to the microphone. "When Eddie began to mature," she related, "I tried to discourage him from his nudist ways, especially since he is easily excited. I didn't think it was appropriate for him to parade around the house in front of his sisters, especially when he had an erection. The girls didn't seem to mind, however, and their friends actually encouraged him, so I gave it up as a lost cause a long time ago. In case you were wondering, Eddie is not circumcised, and his penis is 3 inches long when erect." She chuckled and quipped, "What my son lacks in length, he makes up for with enthusiasm!"

~~~

David's Gargarean Group education continued with the next video. The man facing the candid camera wasn't a recent high school graduate; he was nearly 30 years old, with a burly body covered by a brown suit. 

"Thank you for answering our questions, Jim," said Ms. Esme's voice from off-camera. "Now, please take off your clothes."

David was surprised by the man's response. Jim looked embarrassed but seemed to have been expecting the request. Glancing to his left, he asked hopefully, "Is that really necessary, Ms. Esme? Can't I skip that step, since marrying Ms. Katie will automatically enroll me as a Gargarean?"

The chapter founder sounded peeved when she firmly replied, "No. None of the steps may be skipped."

In the video, a female voice that David didn't recognize apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, Ms. Esme. He knows better than that." The angry woman immediately walked into the video and stood beside the applicant with her fists on her hips. "I told you, Jim, that you must go through the entire process. If you don't pass one of the steps, including the physical, than I cannot marry you. Hurry up and take your clothes off." She followed up the last firm command by beginning to loosen his tie.

"Yes, Ms. Katie," said the groom-to-be, who quickly undressed with the help of his attractive fiancé.

While Jim stripped, David observed that Ms. Katie was also in her late 20s, with shoulder-length blonde hair and a willowy body with small boobs. She was wearing a lightweight, cream-colored cardigan, unbuttoned, over a pale-blue silky blouse, a short, medium-blue skirt, nude pantyhose, and white high heels. As Ms. Katie slithered down Jim's tight, dark-red underpants, she was joined on-camera by Ms. Esme, Joy, and Tracy.

Now stark naked, Jim endured the ogling gazes of the four women, and the camera. His burly body was fairly hairy, including an untrimmed black pubic bush. His thick, jack plug of a penis was circumcised and drooped heavily over a pair of hairy balls.

David watched, mesmerized and a little jealous, as Joy walked behind Jim and began running her hands over his body. Tracy tended to his front side, looking repelled by the black hair covering his arms, chest, belly, and legs. All four women agreed that he needed a full-body shave. Meanwhile, Ms. Katie stood back with Ms. Esme and snickered to see her fiancé's changing facial expressions as the cousins' fingers poked, prodded, and pinched him; their lips kissed him and their eyes inspected him.

Jim's first and only blush was when the foursome gathered around his nude body to discuss his genitals. Beautiful Joy was the one who grasped his short, porky penis and held it upright for all to see. David felt an envious throb in his groin when her fingers slid down the man's thick shaft to tighten the skin and expose the bulbous head. They all discussed him and touched him. Although Jim's face turned a deeper shade of red, however, he was too mature to be aroused by their attention.

Several Amazons in the audience booed when the interview ended before Jim had acquired an erection. One of the youngest Amazons present loudly sneered, "Why would she want to marry him? He can't even get it up!"

"I think he was just nervous," suggested a sympathetic soul.

An older woman explained, "Men his age are too mature to be aroused so easily."

"Maybe he has erectile dysfunction," said another. "It happens."

"No, Katie wouldn't marry him if that was true."

"I am not going to vote for him," said the younger woman determinedly, "unless he can prove that he's capable of getting an erection."

Many of the audience members agreed. 

David felt sympathy for Jim as his trio of escorts guided him through the closed curtains. Ms. Katie led the way, followed by Jim in the handclasps of two similarly-aged women. The three presenters were all attractive blondes wearing short, black party dresses. Jim was wearing the black sweatpants, and David couldn't help noticing that all of the body hair above his waist was gone. The crowd's applause as the candidate reached center stage was polite but not heartfelt.

"Good evening, sisters. I am Katie, and I'd like to present to you tonight, for your approval, the man I intend to marry, Jim." After another round of polite clapping, she continued, "His escorts are good friends of mine from college. On Jim's right is my Maid of Honor and old dormitory roommate, Karen."

"Old!?" joked Karen, and the audience laughed.

"On his left is Nancy, who is one of my Bridesmaids." After a pause for applause, she added, "I would also like to introduce the most important person in my life who is here in the audience tonight: my mother, Ms. Helen. Please stand up and take a bow, Mom."

David distinctly saw Jim flinch when his future mother rose from her seat. His face colored. Apparently, he hadn't realized that she was sitting front row center, directly opposite the spot where he would soon be stripped! When the ovation for her mother subsided, Katie told the audience a little about her fiancé, who worked as a parcel deliveryman. Afterwards, she left the podium and approached her trembling husband-to-be. 

David noticed that Jim didn't struggle, either. He seemed to have accepted his fate and stood quietly with his arms encircling the waists of his escorts. Karen and Nancy had their arms around him, too, as there was no need to prevent him from escaping. The Gargarean candidate stared over the women's heads with a deep blush on his face while his fiancé lowered his black sweatpants and briefs to the floor.

When Katie stepped back to present her nude fiancé, David suspected that his naked bashfulness was aggravated by the loss of all his body hair. Even his untamed bush of black pubic hair had been completely shaved away, making his dangling penis and balls more prominent. He estimated that Jim's flaccid cock was about the same length as Eddie's penis when he was aroused: 3 inches. On either side of him, Karen and Nancy were openly and curiously gazing at his stubby cock, suggesting that they'd never seen the Groomsman naked before and were taking advantage of the opportunity. David could only see the back of Jim's mother's head, but she seemed to be raptly staring there, too. Katie gave her mom a nervous glance, apparently worried about what her mother would think of her future son-in-law's genitalia.

The charter members politely applauded the presentation of Jim's body, but not nearly as effusively as they'd clapped for David and Eddie. There was a feeling of skepticism in the room that wasn't going to diminish until Jim proved he could get an erection. Even his future mother seemed to share their doubts. Like most mothers with grown-up children, she wanted grandchildren, and she wondered if Jim could provide the needed ingredient. Her 29-year-old daughter's fertility clock was ticking, and she worried that Katie was wasting her time with an impotent man.




Gargarean Group Ch. 04



Katie returned to the microphone, asking, "Isn't my future husband a gorgeous hunk?" Her Maid of Honor and Bridesmaid cheered, but Katie was taken aback by the lack of enthusiasm in the all-Amazon audience's response. She gave her mother another nervous glance before continuing, "Jim is 28 years old, exactly 6 feet tall, and weighs 205 pounds. As for the vital statistics you all want to hear;" she paused to add suspense, and then chuckled, announcing, "Jim was circumcised when he was an infant. When he's aroused, his erect penis is 5 inches long, with a very impressive girth."

A sarcastic voice sneered, "When is that going to happen?"

"When is what going to happen?" returned Katie confusedly. "I don't understand."

To prevent any more snide comments, Ms. Esme explained, "The Amazons want to know if Jim is able to attain an erection, Katie. So far, we have no evidence that he can get aroused. He did not get an erection during his interview, and he has not gotten one here tonight."

Katie was flustered. "I can assure you that Jim gets erections all the time. In fact, Dr. Joyce witnessed one during his physical examination."

"We want visual proof," said a brazen Amazon.

"Yes, here and now," someone seconded.

David felt empathy with Jim, who looked even more befuddled than Katie. He'd been shaved bare and then stripped naked in front of more than two dozen women, including two of his fiancé's friends and her mother! Now, despite his embarrassing situation, they expected him to obtain an erection. David saw a look of horror in the man's eyes; he was probably wondering if they expected him to masturbate for them, just to prove he could get his dick up.

His future mother came to his rescue, sort of. "Why don't you help him with that, Karen," she suggested from the front row.

"ME!?" exclaimed the Maid of Honor incredulously.

Katie chuckled. As a veteran Gargarean Group member, she was used to seeing Amazons sharing their male family members with their 'sisters'. In fact, she'd seen her dad and her younger brother getting their dicks admired and pleasured by her 'sisters' on many occasions. This was the first time her Maid of Honor, Bridesmaid, and fiancé had been 'exposed' to the Group, however, and she could tell by the shocked expressions on their faces that this situation was more extreme than they had expected. "Go ahead, Karen," she urged her college roommate. "You have my permission to get Jim aroused."

Karen hesitated, asking, "Isn't it illegal to do that in public?" 

"The Gargarean Group is a private club," answered Ms. Esme, "and as such, masturbating a man in front of its members is completely legal."

The Maid of Honor still hesitated. She and the groom exchanged a wide-eyed glance as she quietly inquired, "Are you okay with that, Jim?"

"It doesn't matter what Jim wants, Karen," interrupted the Mother of the Bride. "Katie has given you permission to stroke her fiancé's dick. You must prove to us that Jim is capable of getting an erection before she can marry him or become a Gargarean."

Too embarrassed to look into the Groomsman's eyes again, Karen reached her shaky right hand downward, grasped his stubby penis, and commenced masturbating him. Her nervousness made her clumsy, and Jim's incredulousness made him red-faced and unresponsive. Karen steadied her hand and soldiered on; determined to stroke his floppy cock until his shaft became stiff.

David remembered how disconcerting and dismaying an experience it was to have his penis pleasured in front of a live audience. On the other hand, watching some other man masturbated by a beautiful woman was extremely erotic. David's dick had relaxed while he watched the other Presentations. Watching the X-rated stage show, however, threatened to revive his erection.

Karen persisted, and soon Jim's cock was obviously expanding in her hand. Before long, the performing pair proved that his penis could indeed erect. When Karen released him, his 5-inch long, red-tipped hosepipe stood vertically on its own. The demonstration ended with the most enthusiastic applause that Jim had yet received. Everyone in the audience was satisfied that the soon-to-be-married man was capable of reproducing. Everyone, that is, except for the bride's mother. 

Ms. Helen rose to her feet, saying, "Don't stop, Karen. Keep going."

David, Eddie, and the foursome on stage were shocked by her demand, but the Amazons surrounding them laughed and urged the Maid of Honor on.

Confused, Karen glanced at her friend for instructions. Katie was irritated by her mother's interference and inquired, "What are you doing, Mom?

Ms. Helen answered her daughter's question with a question of her own. "Does Jim have an ejaculation problem?"

"No, Mom," Katie impatiently replied. "Ask Doctor Joyce; she obtained a semen sample from him during his physical."

Appalled to have his sexual ability publicly questioned, the aroused man's whole body trembled, making his stiff dick quiver.

"I want to see for myself," retorted her mother. "Karen, continue masturbating him, please."

The Maid of Honor hesitated as she glanced at the shocked face of her friend's intended, and the angry face of her former roommate. "I'm sorry, Ms. Helen," she said after making her decision. "I won't do that."

"Then I will," said Katie's mom.

David was shocked by what was happening! The Bride's Mother, who was in her mid-50s but looked younger, was wearing a full-length black ball gown. She was an older version of Katie, with the same slender body but bigger boobs, and short, dull-blonde hair. Ms. Helen agilely climbed onto the stage and strode toward center stage, intent on masturbating her future son until he proved that he could give her grandchildren.

For a moment, Jim seemed perplexed and paralyzed when his future mother displaced Karen at his side. She reached back and gripped his bare backside with one hand and began stroking his already aroused cock with the other.

The Amazons in the audience laughed and urged Ms. Helen on. This was something they rarely saw: a man aroused to orgasm during his presentation! Usually, the only ones who climaxed were the more shy 18-year-old young men who were easy to over-excite. On this memorable night, however, they were going to witness a mature, 28-year-old, man masturbated to ejaculation!

The audience was to be disappointed, however, for the Bride and Groom, with Ms. Esme's help, soon separated the hand of the Bride's Mother from Jim's throbbing cock. Katie ousted her mom from the stage and restored Jim's clothes while the hostess took control.

"Let's give a nice round of applause for Helen," said Ms. Esme graciously. She led the ovation as Katie's overzealous mother returned to her seat. "I think we can all empathize with a mother who wants to have grandchildren. There is no need for Jim to prove it here, however, because Doctor Joyce informed me that she has received the boys' lab results. She was delayed by the weather, or she would be here now. Excuse me while I check to see if she has arrived."

~~~

While Ms. Esme left the theater in search of Doctor Joyce, David quizzed his stepmother for information about the Gargarean Group. For once, he received some direct answers.

"Alyssa, now that you are a member of the Gargarean Group, does that automatically make my dad a Gargarean, too?" he guessed.

"Yes, it does," she replied.

"Does he know!?"

Alyssa and Aubrey laughed at his unintended jest. "Yes, he knows," chuckled his stepmother. "We discussed it before I joined this evening. He understands the requirements of being a Gargarean and thinks it will be fun." She answered his questioning look by adding, "Your father will be presented to the Group at a future date. There wasn't time for Ms. Esme to interview him, and he has to have a physical examination with Doctor Joyce as well."

Aubrey elaborated, "David, all male members of a family become potential Gargareans once a female relative joins the Group. Even pre-existing husbands, like your father, are only 'potential Gargareans'. All males, no matter what their relationship to the Amazon, have to be vetted, like you, Eddie, and Katie's fiancé, Jim."

"After they reach the age of 18, of course," interjected Alyssa.

"Yes; boys under the age of 18 are future potential Gargareans. Each adult male must pass the interview, a medical examination, their presentation, and the charter members' vote before they are officially Gargareans."

"Have you told Dad that you'll be stripping him in front of the Group, like you did me?" asked David skeptically.

"Of course!" was his stepmother's surprising reply. "He's nervous but looking forward to it."

"He is!?"

"Yes."

Ashley had joined them and was kneeling in the aisle beside Aubrey's chair. She eyed his lap and seemed disappointed to see that his erection had subsided. "You can't deny, David, that there were parts of your Presentation that you really enjoyed. I saw it in your eyes on stage, right before I pulled down your clothes. Admit it: as long as you can remember, you've had a secret fantasy to show your dick to women and see how they responded."

He grudgingly admitted, 'Well, yeah. I guess."

The two busybodies, who were turned around again, tittered delightedly.

"Of course you did," Ashley retorted with a chuckle of her own. "Most men have the same fantasy."

"Now you know what it's like!" exclaimed Aubrey, who then gave him a compliment. "I've been an Amazon for a long time, and I've rarely seen a candidate receive a more positive response than you did, David."

He had more questions, but Ms. Esme returned to the theater, accompanied by Doctor Joyce.

~~~

The Gargarean Group's appointed physician, wearing a modest black evening dress, stepped onto the stage, acknowledged the crowd, and apologized for being late. Gazing down at the front row, she said, "Which one of you is Helen?"

"I am," answered a voice from behind the audience. In the sixth row of the theater, Jim's future mother stood. She had moved and was now sitting with her daughter and the rest of the bridal party.

"Oh, there you are. Ms. Esme tells me that you are worried about Jim's ability to procreate."

"Yes, I am," Helen replied worriedly. 

"I can assure you that there is no physical reason why Jim cannot give you grandchildren."

His mother's face became radiant.

The Amazons laughed and the doctor chuckled to see the mother's relieved reaction. "Why don't you go ahead and have a seat, Helen," she suggested, "while I present all of the candidates' lab results."

Katie's mother lowered herself into her chair and lovingly patted Jim's knee. Doctor Joyce stepped onto the podium and raised the microphone in preparation of speaking. She withdrew a sheath of reports and notes from her black handbag as the audience quieted.

"I can assure all of you that, based on my physical examinations, each of the three candidates is perfectly capable of achieving and maintaining an erection. Every one has a healthy penis that functions normally."

The audience briefly interrupted her talk with applause and amused chatter. They quickly quieted as she continued her report. 

"The results of their semen analyses have returned from the lab. The amount of specimen collected from each candidate was sufficient for analysis and within the expected volume range. You will be happy to here, Helen, that your future son not only ejaculated during his physical examination, he actually contributed a larger sample than the other two candidates." She chuckled and reported, "Katie and Nurse Cassidy did the honors. Jim had to overcome some initial nervousness about being masturbated in front of us; however, they soon had him gushing like Mount Vesuvius."

The Amazons laughed uproariously. David looked back in time to see Ms. Helen, with a pleased expression on her face, proudly patting her red-faced, future son's knee again.

"Each boys' semen sample was found to have a sufficient sperm density for impregnation of a fertile female. Sperm motility was adequate for all three but best for David. The lab technician wrote, and I quote, 'His little guys really go!'" Doctor Joyce chuckled and explained, "Sorry; I've known her a long time, and sometimes she adds a little humor to her reports." 

The audience chuckled. Aubrey and Alyssa lovingly clasped David's hands again. The two ladies sitting in front of them looked back and gave him an amused smile. Their eyes gazed down at his lap, but they were disappointed to see that the tent in his sweatpants was gone. They faced forward again.

Doctor Joyce glanced at her written notes and continued, "The morphology analysis - that is, the size, shape, and appearance of their sperm cells under a microscope - was acceptable for all three. The pH balances of their fluids were correct and their fructose levels were within the expected range. In a nutshell ladies, David, Eddie, and Jim all have healthy semen, and the ability to deliver active and viable sperm upon request. There is no physical reason why they cannot become Gargareans, and all three are well-qualified for contributing to your sperm bank."

Finished with her report, the physician returned her notes to her handbag and dismounted the stage. The Amazons clapped for her and cheered for the men's clean bill of reproductive health. An aura of excitement and expectation filled the theater. 

~~~

Ms. Esme stepped to the microphone and announced, "It is time to take a vote. Would the three candidates please return to the stage? Only the boys," she clarified when Ms. Helen leapt to her feet. "Everyone else, please remain seated."

David reluctantly stood, nervous because the noise from the crowd now made the theater sound like a strip club. He led the three-man procession down the aisle, followed by Eddie and then Jim. All three were assaulted by noise and groped by Amazons on either side of them. Lecherous hands attempted to pull down their clothes, but they firmly held on. Even Eddie refused their attempts to strip him. Female fingers fondled their bottoms and fumbled for a feel of their cocks. The women too far away to reach the men urged their 'sisters' along.

David had nearly reached the stage when a hand gripped his elbow. "Just a minute," said the authoritative-sounding voice of the woman holding him. She turned him to face her as she rose from her loveseat.

He recognized her instantly, and her unexpected presence dumbfounded David! Her name was Venetia, but everyone knew her as simply 'V'. When in college, this gorgeous and glamorous woman won a state beauty pageant and then finished as the second runner-up at the national finals. After that, she became a sought-after fashion model and red carpet celebrity. She currently served as the anchorperson on the statewide evening news, and did occasional reporting for national news broadcasts. Although she was now 38 years old, V was still beautiful and had a reputation as a female philanderer.

She was wearing a low-cut, little black cocktail dress that exposed her deep cleavage. David's eyes inadvertently gazed down the bared curves of her breasts as she rose from her chair. "David," she said when she was standing.

The candidate had to look up to see her face. They were the same height, but he was barefoot, and she was wearing heels. V was still an All-American beauty, with a fashion model's bosomy body, long, golden-blonde hair and ice-blue eyes. The delicate features of her face were subtly enhanced by makeup.

"You certainly get my vote," she said as the fingers of her left hand curled around the nape of his neck. She leaned forward and began a prolonged kiss. Her right hand caressed his bare lower back. Her bountiful breasts compressed against his chest.

The Amazons surrounding them hooted and applauded.

David's eyebrows rose. He was astounded to be kissing V! Although surprised, he willingly succumbed. He gripped her shoulders and marveled that a lowly lawn care worker could suddenly find himself pressing lips with a local celebrity. Being a Gargarean suddenly seemed to be an excellent idea! His penis began to respond, like when Joy had kissed him at the interview.

David felt V's right hand leave his back and touch his belly. He didn't protest when her fingers slid down into his sweatpants and beneath his briefs. Her forearm held his clothes back as her fingers pulled out his penis. She caressed his cock and coaxed it to grown. Women nearby made teasing remarks, for they could see V's hand encouraging David's dick. He didn't care. He was enjoying the clean smell of her; the touch of her soft lips against his mouth; and her bosomy body against his chest. Her long fingers curled around his cock and stroked him until he was hard.

The miraculous moment ended when David was fully aroused and his penis erect. V pulled away and gave him a self-satisfied smile. She then bent forward, said, "This is for luck," and gave the tip of his stiff dick a quick kiss. After she'd stowed all his private parts back into his underpants, she returned to her seat.

David was in a lust-crazed daze as he continued his short journey to the stage. All around him, the Amazons tittered and snickered to see the horny hump holding out his sweatpants. Ms. Esme was also obviously amused by his aroused condition when the trio of candidates stood and faced their appreciative audience.

"Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!" a group of the youngest charter members began chanting.

Eddie didn't even hesitate. He let his black sweatpants and briefs drop to the floor and revealed to the audience that his small penis was excited and erect. They cheered him.

Seeing this, David thought, "What the hell!" and surprised himself and everyone else by following Eddie's lead. After disentangling his stiff dick from his tight underpants, he let his clothes drop. The women cheered his willingness and ogled his upright cock and tight balls.

"Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!" the crowd continued to shout.

"Come on, Jim, take it off!" Katie urged from the back of the theater.

"Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!"

As Jim hesitated, the chant became more insistent. "TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF!"

The oldest candidate finally relented and let his clothes drop to the floor. Unlike his younger companions, however, he was not aroused and his penis was floppy. This did not deter the Amazons from cheering and shouting their approval when all three men were presenting their penises again.

"We will start the voting with David," said Ms. Esme when they were naked. She looked up toward the source of the spotlight and requested, "Please bring up the houselights, Edward."

The theater brightened. For the first time, the candidates could see their audience's faces. 

"Give me a show of hands," said Ms. Esme. "How many of you want David as a Gargarean?"

Every Amazon, including the hostess, enthusiastically raised her hand into the air. David smiled sheepishly, because the crowd's vocal approval was deafening.

"GOOD, GOOD," shouted the hostess, trying to quiet them so that she could continue in a normal voice. When she could be heard, she asked, "This seems unnecessary, but is there anyone opposed?"

Laughter ensued, because not one hand cast a dissenting vote.

"Passed unanimously," said Ms. Esme. She walked to the naked candidate, who was grinning. After chuckling to see his level of excitement, she shook his hand, saying, "Welcome to the Gargarean Group, David! Congratulations."

The procedure was repeated for Eddie and Jim, and both of them also passed unanimously. Afterwards, Ms. Esme announced, "Thank you for participating, Amazons. You will find cocktails and canapés in the great room, where you will have the chance to meet and greet our three new Gargareans."



Gargarean Group Ch. 05



David's Cock-Tail Party

The new Gargareans halted in the doorway of Ms. Esme's great room, befuddled by the thundering ovation that welcomed their arrival. Eddie and Jim seemed as startled as David. Most of the charter members of the Gargarean Group were still behind them, yet a greater number of women already filled the spacious chamber. One after the other, they rose from the room's sofas, chairs, divans, and ottomans. Wearing colorful dresses, from mini to knee-length, they turned towards the doorway and applauded. Women of all shapes and sizes, their ages ranging from 18 to 70, and maybe even older, warmly welcomed the trio of men into their fold. 

David's sponsor and step-aunt, Ashley, answered his questioning look. With her mouth close to his ear so that he could hear, she said, "These are all regular members of the Group, plus some of their friends and relatives who are applying for membership."

Scattered amongst the females were a dozen male waiters holding trays with large champagne bottles and platters of hors d'oeuvres. All wore nothing more than black thongs and matching bowties. They were even barefoot. The men had paused for the applause but soon got busy again. Women returning to their conversations and to their seats demanded more libations and tasty treats. One overzealous young woman across the room reached for the nearest waiter. She shocked David by turning the server to face her chair while slipping the man's thong underpants down his thighs. The new Gargarean gawked at the waiter's bare backside as the girl attended to his front side!

"Congratulations, David!"

The greeting distracted him, and so did the sight of stunningly beautiful Jan, the receptionist he'd met at his interview. She'd chosen a cream-colored minidress that highlighted her long black hair. A tight, low-cut bodice drew his eyes to her chest, but he ignored the temptation to look down and gazed instead into her dark and sparkly eyes.

She handed him one of the two glass champagne flutes she was holding, saying, "I knew you were Gargarean material. Cheers!" They clinked glasses and drank to her toast, and then she surprised him with an embrace and a kiss. Her exuberant welcome delighted David. So did the soft and warm hand that slid down his bare belly and slipped under his sweatpants and boxers. With her lips pressed to his mouth, she groped his groin. David's penis had started to get soft, but Jan's arousing touch easily restored his erection.

Ashley laughed and said, "I can see you are in good hands, Little Nephew. We'll catch up with you later." With that, his stepmother and her two sisters joined the crowd.

Jan's tightly-pressed mouth limited David's reply to a mumbled hum. When she withdrew her lips and her hand, he said, "Thank you!" in appreciation of her congratulations, her kiss, and her cuddle.

"There are a couple of ladies who want to see you," she said as she clasped his hand and guided him into the room.

More and more charter members were arriving, causing the room to be extremely crowded. Jan had to break a path between tightly-packed groups of women, who grinned to see David's excitement. Several hands snuck a quick grope of his rump as he brushed by.

~~~

The raven-haired receptionist led the new Gargarean to a leather loveseat near the back of the room. She put her arm around his waist possessively, saying, "Here he is!"

The two ladies seated in the loveseat were in their late 40s. David recognized them immediately.

"Miss Finch!" he exclaimed. "Miss Galway!"

"Hello, David," they greeted him. 

"Surprised to see us here?" asked Miss Finch, a plump spinster in a beige dress who had been his freshman English teacher.

"Yeah," he replied. When she frowned, he felt like a 14-year-old high school kid again. "I mean, yes, Miss Finch."

She rewarded his correction with an approving nod and a shallow smile.

"Nice to see you again," said her companion. Lean and mean Miss Galway had taught him freshman Arithmetic, and looked as menacing as usual in a blood-red dress. Both persnickety instructors, the bane of his existence in high school, hadn't changed very much in the ensuing four years.

"How are you?" asked Miss Finch.

"Good."

His old English teacher shook her head and tut-tutted.

"I mean, I'm well. How are you?"

"I am also well. Thank you for asking."

Miss Galway snickered and pointed at the bulge in David's sweatpants, sneering, "That looks familiar!"

Her former student's face turned the color of her dress.

Miss Finch chuckled. "You think we don't notice when a boy in our classrooms has an erection?"

David, embarrassed and a bit nauseous, didn't answer. Jan laughed.

"If I remember correctly," said Miss Galway, glancing at her companion for confirmation, "David was one of our frequent risers."

"Yes. He was one of the most excitable boys I've ever taught."

"Then it's about time we met the little guy in person," said his old Arithmetic teacher. She immediately reached for his waist, intent on opening his pants and exposing his erection.

Shocked to think of his former schoolteachers seeing his dick, David took an instinctive step backwards. He would have retreated farther, but Jan's arm around his waist prevented it.

"No, David, you're not allowed to move away," the gorgeous receptionist warned him. "Gargareans cannot deny any member of the Group access to his body. Ms. Esme will punish you if you do."

"What could she do to me?" he scoffed.

Miss Finch and Miss Galway snickered. Pointing towards the center of the room, his former Math teacher asked, "Do you see that table over there, with the vase of flowers on top?"

David looked where she was pointing and saw an ornate, 3-foot high marble table. "Yes."

Miss Galway said, "If Ms. Esme hears about a new Gargarean acting shy, she makes him climb up there while everyone gathers around him."

Beside the table, a middle-aged woman saw where he was looking and made a joke to her friends. They all laughed to see the increasingly anxious expression on the blushing young man's face.

"She makes him strip off his clothes," Miss Galway continued, "and when the boy is bare-assed, he has to entertain us by performing a masturbation show."

Miss Finch exclaimed, "I love those!"

"Easy for you to say," joked Miss Galway. "I almost got squirted last time."

Horrified, David watched one of the women near the table pat the tabletop and invite him to climb aboard. Her friends laughed and teasingly beckoned him over.

Jan confirmed, "It's true. You'd better let Miss Galway do what she wants."

David's body was trembling when he stepped towards his old Arithmetic teacher again. She immediately hooked her claws in his waistband and stretched the front of his sweatpants and boxers down. She kept pulling until everything was exposed, David's balls as well as his dick!

"What a pretty set of baubles you have," she mocked him.

Shocked by his gross exposure, the gobsmacked Gargarean gasped, "Miss Galway!" By his side, Jan laughed delightedly as she gazed down at his excited genitals.

"You've grown into a handsome young man, David," observed Miss Finch in an attempt to console him. "You have a fine penis."

Women nearby overheard her comment and moved closer to check for themselves. They grinned when they saw the truth of her words. One said, "You're right; he's a well-hung young man."

David felt dizzy, distant, and detached. He was a nakedly exposed man surrounded by female connoisseurs who enjoyed gazing and praising male genitalia. Miss Galway continued holding his clothes open while she and Miss Finch, Jan, and an increasing number of well-dressed women took a good, long look. The ladies by the table, realizing David was open for observation, quickly bustled over for a peek at his penis.

"What's his mother's name?" asked a 40-something, shapely brunette.

"Alyssa," answered Jan.

"She must be very proud."

"She's not actually my mother," said David. "Alyssa is my stepmother."

"That's 'Ms. Alyssa' to you," the woman snarled, adding, "and don't speak unless you are spoken to."

David's temper flared, but not wanting to end up stroking his dick on the table, kept his mouth shut.

A woman in her mid-30s with strawberry-blonde hair and large breasts said, "Lucky Alyssa! I'd love to have an 18-year-old stud in my family."

David endured more discussion of his body. Their remarks became increasingly personal and annoyed Miss Finch. She looked disapproving, but kept quiet and concentrated on enjoying the sight of her former student's genitals. No one touched him, which surprised him. They seemed content just visually inspecting his cock and his balls, as if they were gazing at a work of art. After Jan's groping, he was still aroused and erect, and they all approved. 

After a brief eternity, his Arithmetic teacher hid everything away, saying, "Thank you, David."

"Is your mother here this evening?" asked Miss Finch.

David was suddenly anxious, feeling like a high school freshman again whose teacher wanted to speak to his mother. After a brief pause, he admitted, "Yes."

"I have met your mother before," she reminded him. "She's a very nice lady. If I see her, I'll tell her what a fine job she has done with you. You are a handsome young man."

"Thank you," he replied, although he didn't understand how his stepmother's nurturing had led to his having nice genitals.

They were distracted when Eddie happened by with his mother. "Miss Galway!? Miss Finch!" he exclaimed.

"Hello, Eddie. How are you?" asked Miss Finch, setting her usual trap.

"I'm well, thank you, Miss Finch. How are you?"

His reply elated his old English teacher. "I am well, too!" she said.

"Come closer and talk to us for awhile," said Miss Galway.

David quickly took the opportunity to escape.

~~~

Eddie's mother placed a hand on David's right bicep as he started to walk away. "David; I'm Ms. Carol, Eddie's mother."

"Yes, I know. Hi."

"May I have a word with you?" she asked.

"Sure," he replied, surprised by her request. He watched curiously as she glanced around the great room. Dozens of women and lightly-clad servants now jam-packed the place.

"Let's go somewhere we can have some privacy," said Carol. She clasped his right hand and began to lead him towards a doorway.

Jan chuckled to see the handsome hunk being led away and called, "I'll catch up with you later, David."

The crowded room forced the new Gargarean to walk slightly behind Eddie's mom while still holding her clasping hand. She broke a path through the crowd, and he followed while checking out her tight rump. The black dress she wore was tight and short. Her bottom wiggled enticingly beneath the light material as she towed him towards the exit. Finding her to be rather attractive despite the fact that she was old enough to be his mother, David calmly contemplated what she was going to do to him when they were alone.

The doorway led to a vacant hallway. At the opposite end, a nearly-naked waiter dashed from the great room to the kitchen carrying an empty tray. Carol spoke quietly for fear someone might overhear her, despite the fact that they were alone. 

"I am holding a surprise birthday party for my daughters next week," she disclosed.

"They're twins?" asked David. He'd wondered when they were on stage, because the two sexy blonde women holding Eddie's hands had looked nearly identical.

"Yes, and they'll both be 21-years-old next Saturday. I'm going to hold the party at my house. It will be a rather small affair, with only a few of their friends attending. Would you be interested in waiting on them, and providing some entertainment?"

"Entertainment?" he asked.

"Yes. You don't have to dance, or anything like that, unless you want to. I need two or three guys to jump out of a cake. Well, not a cake, really, but a box wrapped like a present. Afterwards, you would be serving champagne, cake, and ice cream, and just showing the girls a good time." When he hesitated, she added, "I will pay you, of course. Would $75 for three hours be enough?"

David did a quick calculation. She was offering $25 per hour - an enormous sum for someone who toiled for minimum wages! "What will I be wearing?" he inquired.

She smiled. "I haven't decided, but probably something like the waiters are wearing tonight." She nodded towards the kitchen, where the server had replenished his tray with more goodies and was carefully returning to the great room.

The new Gargarean pondered wearing only a bowtie and a thong in front of the pair of gorgeous 21-year-olds, and a few of their friends. The idea tempted him.

"I promise, you will be wearing something when you jump out of the box," she said. "I must caution you, however, that what happens afterwards is anyone's guess. My daughters aren't used to drinking, and young women can get a bit carried away when they're having a good time." While David thought about a bevy of blonde cuties stripping him bare, Carol added, "There will be at least one other guy jumping out of the cake with you."

David made his decision, although it wasn't a very difficult one. "Okay, I'll do it, Ms. Carol" he agreed.

"Excellent!" she exclaimed, and then wrote down his email address and phone number, promising to contact him with more details.

~~~

Eddie's mother returned to the party, but David took the opportunity to use the restroom. After finishing, he encountered a waiter leaving the kitchen with a full tray. 

"Hey, Mac," said the man. He had a strong Brooklyn accent. He held out his free hand, saying, "My name's Frankie."

"Nice to meet you, Frankie," he said politely as they shook hands. "I'm David."

"Congratulations on becoming a Gargarean. How's it going tonight?"

"Better than I expected!"

His enthusiasm got the waiter chuckling. "Got a job already, huh?"

Surprised by the man's mind-reading ability, David replied, "Yes, just a few minutes ago. I'm going to be a waiter at a birthday party."

"Good for you, kid, but I don't mean a 'job' job. Gotten any handjobs or blowjobs yet?"

"No," David replied, shocked by Frankie's frankness.

"Hang around; chances are, you will. The members always get frisky as the night goes on."

The conversation embarrassed the newcomer, and Frankie noticed. He guessed, "Never had a girl suck your dick before, have you."

"No."

"Bet you can't wait to try it. Well, you joined the right group. Don't be surprised if you go home with a wet willy tonight." 

Disbelieving, David gawked at him. "Right here at the party!?"

"Oh, yeah. The ladies love to give head. There's no questions, and no strings attached, as long as the one she's blowing is a Gargarean. Some of 'em love sucking off young studs like yourself in front of their husbands; really turns 'em on!" He laughed. "Course, don't expect to get the whole shebang; not here, not tonight. Ms. Esme don't allow it at Gargarean Group functions. You gotta wait for another night to stick your dick in a warm twat." He nudged David with his elbow and said, "Maybe you'll get lucky at your birthday party!"

David's penis, which had relaxed while he urinated, began to feel perky again.

Their conversation was interrupted by a well-rounded woman in her 20s with black hair piled high on her head and a very mini red dress. "There you are, Frankie," she said. Her scolding voice had a Brooklyn accent, too. "I been looking all over for ya."

"Be with you in a minute, Ms. Lorraine."

"Wrong answer," said the shapely Group member, who plunged her hand inside the waiter's thong.

David gawked as she pulled the man's stubby penis and big balls out of his underpants.

"You and your dick are coming with me, Frankie," she stated. "Now!" With her fingers tightly clasping his thick shaft, she towed him towards the great room, saying, "Let's go, Honey. Me and my friends is waiting for more champagne, and some sugar, too."

Frankie looked back at David and gave him a sheepish smile and a wink as Lorraine tugged him away. "Good luck tonight, kid," he called.

"Thanks."

Confounded and confused, but also curious, David followed them back into the great room. Gargarean Group members were chuckling and pointing as voluptuous Lorraine towed the waiter through the crowd by the penis. She led him to a couch where two other pleasantly plump women with high-stacked hair waited. They laughed when they saw what their friend was using for a leash. 

Still holding onto Frankie's dick, Lorraine picked up her glass and made him refill it. When the glass was full, she returned it to the table, then tugged Frankie a step and pointed at the empty glass of one of her friends. The woman grinned while the waiter served her. When the glass was full, she said, "Thank you, Frankie," and petted the part of his penis that extended beyond Lorraine's fist. Frankie chuckled. The scene was repeated with the third woman, who also tipped him by teasing the head of his dick.

Still clutching Frankie's cock, Lorraine guided him to her end of the couch. After lowering her plump posterior into the seat, she pulled the waiter's underpants to the floor. The unexpected exposure of Frankie's slightly flabby butt startled David. Even more shocking, Lorraine took a swig of her champagne, and then leaned forward for some sugar. Frankie was getting his dick wet, and her friends were delighted!

The sublime smile on Frankie's face suggested he was delighted, too.

~~~

While Frankie received a very public blowjob, David nervously glanced around the crowded room, looking for a safe haven. He couldn't find Ashley. He spotted Alyssa, his stepmother, conversing with his former high school teachers. He wasn't going near them. When he located Aubrey, he gawked to find his oldest 'aunt' fondling the dick of Jim! The new Gargarean's clothes were around his ankles, and he looked mighty mortified to be masturbated in front of the members.

David resumed his search. A large cluster of members surrounded the gorgeous broadcaster, V, who had surprised him with a kiss and a grope in the theater. He knew that she was out of his league, however, so he kept looking. In a corner, he spotted Ms. Esme's two nieces, friendly Tracy and sexy Joy, chatting with Jim's fiancé and her mother. Glad to find some familiar and friendly faces, he immediately decided to visit with them. Before he started towards them, however, he politely stepped aside to make room for one of the hard-working waiters. The man was holding an empty tray and struggling through the crowd towards the kitchen. David gave him a companionable nod as he approached. 

The waiter surprised him by saying, "Congratulations, David!"

"Thanks." Wondering how the man knew his name, the new Gargarean took a closer look and exclaimed, "Uncle Jack!" Ashley's husband was serving as one of the half-naked waiters, and showing much more freshly-shaved skin than David cared to see.

"Didn't Ashley tell you I was a Gargarean, too?" he asked.

"No, but I should have known. She's a member of the Group, so you have to be a Gargarean, don't you."

"Yes, but I wouldn't have it any other way," he said. "Where else can a married man have sex with lots of women, and his wife doesn't mind?" Before David could respond, a pair of extremely attractive young women appeared out of nowhere and confronted them.

One, a long-haired brunette, said, "Hi, I'm Shandra." She gestured towards her companion, who had shiny, golden-blonde hair, and slurred, "And thish ish my friend, Heather."

"Hi, guysh!"

"Nice to meet you both. I'm Jack."

"Hi," said David. He gazed into the beautiful brunette's brown eyes and asked, "Did you say your name is Shandra?"

"No, not Shandra," she corrected. "Shandra."

"Oh, sorry," David chuckled. Both girls were not more than 20 years old; petite and curvy with nice boobs. They were also comically tipsy after too much champagne.




Gargarean Group Ch. 05



"Are you enjoying yourselves tonight?" asked his step-uncle.

"Oh, yesh!" enthused Heather. The sexy blonde was wearing a red mini cocktail dress that sparkled when she moved.

"Lotsh of fun!" agreed Sandra. The busty brunette was wearing an eye-catching, lemon-yellow mini dress with a neckline that plunged between her bosoms and revealed the inner curves of her breasts.

"That's nice," said the nearly-naked waiter. "Was there something I could do for you girls?"

"There shcertainly ish," slurred Heather. "Can I ashk you a queshtion?"

"Go ahead."

Pointing an unsteady finger at David, she asked, " "Ish he . . .?" She looked blearily towards the new Gargarean and inquired, "What'sh your name, by the way?"

"David."

She gave him a dazzling smile and said, "Hi, David. Congratshulationsh."

"Thank you."

"Can I ashk you a question?"

David suppressed a snicker and said, "Sure."

"I heard you shay uncle." She pointed at Jack and asked, "Are you hish nephew?"

Jack answered, "Yes, David's my nephew." He decided that saying 'yes' was easier than trying to explain their complicated relationship to the intoxicated hottie. He was also proud to call his sister's handsome stepson his nephew.

I thought sho," she slurred. "We wanted to shee if there ish any family reshemblance." With that, Heather, aided by some young female friends who'd been lurking behind the men, pulled Jack's thong down to the floor. "Nishe cock!" she exclaimed while eyeing his floppy penis.

"Nice tail, too," said a busty brunette who began to fondle Jack's ass.

David was shocked. The girls had stripped his uncle naked, and he now faced his nephew with his dick and balls dangling free for all to see.

"Now, itsh your turn, muschles," said Sandra. She and more friends immediately stripped David naked, too. "Hey! What's going on?" he questioned as his sweatpants and boxers sped down his legs. The girls - and his uncle - immediately eyed his private parts.

"We're having a 'cock-tail' party, Shilly," snickered the owner of two hands that began fondling his bare backside. 

All the college-age girls found her joke to be extremely funny. "Yeah, itsh a cock-tail party!" they giggled delightedly.

"You can shee the reshemblance," slurred Heather as her bleary eyes looked them over. "Both guysh are shircumshized, and their cocksh and ballsh are almosht the shame shize."

"Their tails are similar, too," said a seemingly sober girl behind them. "Compact and cute!"

David trembled as the surrounding women stared and compared. "We're not really related," he said in an attempt to discourage the drunk girls. "Jack is actually my stepmother's brother."

"Huh?" said Heather as she tried to comprehend.

'Uncle' Jack attempted to explain and further confused their muddled minds. "My sister is David's father's wife, but she isn't his mother."

"What doesh that mean?"

Sandra said, "Who caresh; it'sh closhe enough." She abruptly gripped David's dick and giggled when he gasped. 

"Yeah, letsh compare," agreed Heather as she clasped Jack's penis. The two sexy drunks used the men's members - and the help of their friends' hands - to maneuver uncle and nephew uncomfortably close together. 

Sandra dropped David's dick, but the hands groping his bottom and gripping his arms kept him nearly nose-to-nose with Jack. Too ashamed to make eye contact with his uncle, David looked to his right instead as blonde and beautiful Heather fumbled with his balls. She cupped his testicles in one hand, Jack's pair in her other hand, and then judged their weight and compared their sizes. "They're closhe," she finally announced, "but David'sh ballsh are shlightly bigger than hish uncle'sh. What do you think, Shandra?"

The young women swapped positions, and soon David's scrotum was being held by the sexy brunette. She lifted his balls for a moment, and then lowered them and raised his uncle's balls. "They're about the shame weight," she judged. She then lifted both sets and used her fingers to assess their circumferences. "They are very closhe," she agreed, "but Jack'sh ballsh are jusht shlightly shmaller."

"Now, put their cocksh together and compare their shizesh," directed Heather.

David felt Sandra drop his balls and grip his penis. Her fingers turned it upright, and then she used his dick to pull his hips forward as she slanted it towards Jack. She did the same with Jack's penis, and the new Gargarean was repelled when he felt the tip of his dick make physical contact with the hot head of his step-uncle's cock. Sandra held the two members together in a homosexual kiss while she eyeballed their comparative lengths. Appalled, David held his breath until she separated them.

"David'sh penish is shlightly longer than hish uncle'sh penish," she declared.

Heather required verification. She repeated Sandra's experiment, and David once more found his floppy cock pressed against his uncle's penis. Both dicks were damp with nervous perspiration. He gulped as grinning girls with twinkling eyes enjoyed the men's discomfort. Penis-to-penis, the shafts of David and Jack shared a rhythmic throb as their pulses pounded.

"That'sh intereshting," slurred Heather when she dropped their dicks and let them droop. "You're right, Shandra. Tell me, Jack, doesh it bother you that your nephew hash a shlightly bigger penish than you?"

"No."

"Why don't you get their cocksh up, and shee who'sh bigger then," suggested a redhead who was fondling David's right flank.

"Good idea!"

The girls turned the men until they were side-by-side with their bare hips touching. Heather then stroked David's dick, while Sandra jerked off Jack.

Their fun was almost immediately interrupted, however, by the arrival of 'Aunt' Ashley. She laughed but said, "Sorry, girls, you'll have to settle for just one of my boys."

"Ish Jack your hushband?" asked Sandra.

"Yes," said Ashley.

Undeterred by the arrival of Jack's wife, she kept pumping his penis, saying, "We're jusht having a little fun."

"I don't mind," Ashley assured her. "It's David I need."

"Oh, good!" said Jack. As an experienced Gargarean, he wasn't inhibited by his wife's unexpected arrival. He was enjoying young Sandra's handjob.

"Shorry," said Heather as her hand continued sliding up and down the nephew's shaft. "David'sh otherwishe engaged."

"Persephone and Chantal want to see him," Ashley announced.

"WOW!" Heather exclaimed. She immediately dropped his dick and said, "Congratshulationsh, David."

Women surrounding the confused Gargarean echoed her sentiment, and even the tipsy teasers were sober enough to be impressed.

"I didn't know they were in town!" said the redhead beside David.

"Are you kidding?" asked Jack.

Sandra slurred, "He'll shoon be a shelebrity!"

"We should get hish autograph," joked Heather.

"Who are Stephanie and Shawn Tall?" David asked, ignoring the resulting giggles of the surrounding girls.

"Persephone and Chantal," his aunt corrected him while pulling up his sweats and boxers. "I'll fill you in on the way."

"On the way where?"

"They're waiting for you in the study." Ashley quickly but comfortably tucked his puffy penis into his underpants and said, "Come on, David; let's go."

"Shee ya later, David," called Heather. As nephew and aunt strode towards the exit, all of the tipsy teasers turned their attention to Uncle Jack.

~~~

"Persephone and Chantal own the most successful modeling agency in the state," explained Aunt Ashley as they bustled down the hallway past the kitchen. "Persephone is the business manager; she runs the company. Chantal is their artistic genius; her photographs of glamour models fetch big money on the international market. Their company employs hundreds of female models, but they also represent a select number of handpicked men as well."

They turned left and began striding down another corridor. David asked, "Have they interviewed Eddie or Jim yet?"

"No, they don't care about them. They are here specifically to interview you."

"Why me!?"

"Ms. Esme thought you had potential and sent them your interview video."

David's fast pace slowed. He was less than thrilled to learn that the two women he was about to meet had already seen him naked, and they'd witnessed his embarrassing spontaneous erection.

"Come on; keep up," she scolded him. "Chantal liked what she saw, or they wouldn't have traveled almost 200 miles today just to meet you." 

Her smartphone rang. They stopped walking, and David waited while she fished her phone out of her purse. "Hello?" she said. Her expression became anxious. "Yes, I found him. He'll be with you in less than a minute, Persephone. Sorry to keep you waiting." After another short pause, she chuckled and said, "Okay, I'll tell him. Bye." 

"What did she say?"

"Persephone said that you were worth waiting for. I don't know about that," she teased, "but they must have really liked your video! They want to see you alone, and they asked that you lock the study door after you enter."

"Why!?"

"They don't want to be disturbed until they've finished your interview."

~~~

David slowly opened the wooden door and then peered into the darkened study. A small blaze in a fireplace across the room provided the only light, an eerie illumination that cast flickering shadows on the bookcases that lined the walls. 

'Go on," urged Ashley.

He took a tentative step inside and glanced around, but lack of light kept the details hidden. He could discern the shapes of plush chairs scattered about the room, each one paired with a side table. A roll-top writing desk stood against the right wall. A small couch faced the crackling fire.

"Hello?" he called, for the room seemed to be deserted.

From the couch came the confident-sounding voice of a woman. "Lock the door behind you, David," she directed, "and then come join us by the fire."

The new Gargarean closed the door. After fumbling in the dark for the lock, he found the latch and turned it. Click. Warily watching for hassocks and other objects hidden by the darkness, he slowly walked into the room. He successfully navigated the obstacle course, but when he reached the brightest part of the room, surprise made him stop.

On the couch, two attractive, 30-something women shared a lovers' embrace in front of the fireplace. They were hugging with their bosoms pressed tightly together. Their lips were locked in a deep kiss. David watched curiously and waited quietly while the kiss continued. If they wanted to make him feel uncomfortable, they had succeeded. Doubts and fears haunted his anxious mind. Should he look away? Should he say something? He wanted to do both but did neither. His silent, voyeuristic intrusion continued, even when the women's lips finally separated. They held each other for a moment longer while gazing into their mate's eyes. 

Unsure of himself, he cleared his through and asked, "Did you want to see me?"

After another quick kiss, they both rose from the couch and greeted their gawping guest.

"Hello, David, I am Persephone," said the one on his right.

"I'm Chantal, Darling," said the other as she shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, David."

Their open and unapologetic passion had made him confused and shy. "Hi," he replied. The women were equally beautiful, and despite - or perhaps because of - their lesbian kiss, he felt sexually attracted to both of them. 

Persephone had friendly brown eyes and shoulder-length, brown hair with lighter highlights. Her white, off-the-shoulder peasant blouse hid two sizeable, unrestricted breasts, and a short, black skirt barely covered her crotch. Chantal was an exotic beauty, with almond-shaped black eyes and shiny black hair that draped nearly to her waist. Her alto voice had a slight French accent. She highlighted her slender but shapely form with a tight, cream-colored dress that featured a plunging neckline and a mid-thigh slit skirt.

Persephone got right to business. "We think you may have model potential, David," she said. "Top male models are in great demand, and they make a great deal of money."

He chuckled nervously and joked, "I'd like that!"

"I don't want to get your hopes up," she said, quickly cooling his enthusiasm. "Many handsome men like yourself do not have what it takes to become successful models."

Flattered by her 'handsome men' comment, he smiled and asked, "Why not?"

Chantal, the artist, took over. "The camera is not kind, and many people simply do not photograph well. On the other hand, there are rare individuals who transcend the lens. Their bodies excel in photographs. Top male models produce stunningly beautiful images that attract both genders. Women desire them, and men want to be like them. Such individuals sell products, and the largest companies in the world will pay enormous sums for their representation."

Persephone continued, "We pursue people with star quality, because they make us money, too. From what we saw in your video, David, there is a small chance that you may be one of them."

"Okay," he said, trying not to sound as optimistic as he felt. "How do we find out?"

"The first step is for Chantal to take some preliminary photographs of you," said Persephone. "If you agree to pose for us, she will capture a number of digital images for study in our studio. May she proceed?"

David didn't hesitate. "Yes, of course."

"Great!" exclaimed Persephone. Both women immediately seized his waistband and stripped his sweatpants and boxers to the floor.

His startled intake of breath amused Chantal, who chuckled and said, "I'll get my camera."

'I have to be nude!?" he exclaimed, a question that he now realized he should have asked earlier.

"Yes," Persephone replied. "Chantal needs to photograph everything," she said as she finished undressing him. She carried his clothes to a chair in a corner of the room.

Despite the fire warming his bare backside, David shivered while he waited. He felt self-conscious, especially after the bosomy brunette turned on some lights and brightly illuminated his nude body. Chantal, meanwhile, prepared her compact digital Leica for the photo shoot. When they were ready, the two women stood in front of him and visually assessed his potential.

"He is as muscular as we had hoped," said Persephone. "Good biceps, nice abs, and excellent thigh muscles."

"Good skin tone, too," said Chantal as she took a circuit around his body. "His buttocks are a little flat," she commented from behind him. She pinched them, and he flinched. "With the right exercises, and perhaps a few extra pounds of weight, we should be able to better sculpt them." She returned to Persephone's side and continued eyeing their prospect.

David trembled while they looked him up and down, a naked man in front of two beautiful, and fully-dressed, women. Their scrutiny of his genitals seemed professional but heterosexual rather than homosexual, despite their lesbian display earlier. The sexual tension made him jittery and nervous. He wished that he wasn't so frightened and his penis so flaccid. He glanced down and confirmed that his dick looked unimpressive; shriveled and silly.

"Please stand as straight as you can, Darling," directed Chantal. "Try to keep your chin up and your shoulders back." She seemed to understand his concern, for she stepped forward, saying, "I'm just going to improve the arrangement of your genitalia."

The new Gargarean gulped as she scooped up his penis and scrotum. She lifted his masculine parts, gently separating them from his thighs. Her fingers then released his balls, letting them drop back into place, but she continued holding his floppy cock upright. David gave her a questioning glance. Silky, black hair framed her lovely, oval face; her dark eyes gazed down at his dick. He nervously swallowed again. His shaft swelled slightly, heated by her warm hand and her close scrutiny. 

She smiled to see his penis plumping, and then gazed into his eyes and said, "That's better." She raised his dick until it touched his belly and then released it, letting it flop over his balls naturally. She stepped back.

"That's a lot better," Persephone agreed as Chantal took her first picture.

"Flaccid, his genitals appear to be quite photogenic," Chantal commented as she showed Persephone the digital preview of her first full-frontal photograph. "The length and girth of his penis balance the size of his testicles."

Her intimate assessment made David tremble.

While the photographer continued her work, the business manager explained. "Although all penises are nice, David, most do not photograph well. Small ones are usually overshadowed by the size of the scrotum. Thin ones can look ropey and unattractive, while thick ones often make the penis appear shorter and the scrotum too small. As for long penises, they droop too far below the scrotum and look silly in photographs."

David warily watched Chantal circle behind him for some rear views.

Persephone, who remained in front of him and continued to gaze at the parts she was describing, continued, "You have the kind of genitals that marketers look for, David. They are well-matched. Your penis has adequate length and girth as compared to your scrotum. It is attractive, but not so large that it intimidates women or makes men feel inadequate."

David felt appreciated but uncomfortable. Over the next thirty minutes, Chantal photographed him lying flat on his back, on his side with one leg raised, and seated on the couch - with and without his legs open. They complimented him on his poise, for throughout the photo shoot, his penis remained relaxed.

The most nerve-wracking part came at the end, when they made him squat on his haunches with his knees apart. He remained in that embarrassing position, with his dick and balls dangling between his spread thighs, while Persephone and Chantal discussed his pose. Once again, the exotic beauty reached between his legs, restored the perkiness and plumpness of his penis, and rearranged his hanging genitals until she was satisfied with the result.

"Thank you, Darling," said Chantal at last. "You can stand up now." 

The partners returned to the couch. They sat side-by-side, gazing into the bright light of the camera's display screen while they reviewed the pictures. "I don't like that one," said Persephone. "Oh, that's a good one," she said about the next photograph. 

Ignored and still naked, David requested, "May I get dressed now?" 

"No, Darling. Start getting yourself aroused."

"What!?" he gasped as the blood drained from his face.

Chantal explained, "I need your penis erect for the next series of photographs."

David felt faint. "Is that necessary?"

"Absolutely," said Persephone. "All of our portfolios include images of the models when they are sexually aroused. Nothing sells better than photographs of a woman with her face flushed and her nipples stiff, or a man with his penis erect."

Both women were watching him, and waiting for him to start. Feeling nauseous, he said, "I'm not comfortable masturbating in front of you."

Chantal scowled at him as she decried the word. "Masturbate. I hate that word, masturbate."

Her anger perplexed and confused David. 

"If you were offered an exquisite cheese from France, Darling, would you simply masticate it?' Of course you wouldn't! You would savor it. You would admire its tempting appearance. You would smell its tantalizing aroma. You would introduce a piece into your mouth and let your tongue relish its fine texture and extraordinary taste. The cheese might be so amazingly delicious that you would hear yourself moan with pleasure, and you would beg for more."

David still didn't understand. "So, you don't want me to masturbate."

"Masturbate," she spat. "There's that word again. Tell me, Darling, if a beautiful woman, like Persephone here, willingly offered her body to you, would you tell her, 'I'm going to masturbate you?'"




Gargarean Group Ch. 05



"No."

"Of course you wouldn't! And I hope you wouldn't use a gutter street phrase, either." She set her camera aside and then leaned towards Persephone. She smelled her hair, and lovingly caressed her partner's cheek and chin. "Instead of masturbating her, you are going to experience her aroma and appreciate her loveliness. You're going to taste her lips." With that, she tilted Persephone's face, leaned down, and kissed her companion.

David was mesmerized. Chantal's firm kiss forced Persephone's head back into the couch cushion. Their mouths opened and their tongues touched. One of Chantal's hands slid down Persephone's neck, moved over her white peasant blouse, and groped one of her boobs. Persephone arched her back as she moaned with pleasure. 

As David felt his dick beginning to stir, Chantal raised her head and gazed into his eyes. "Do you hear her enjoyment?" she asked their naked voyeur.

"Yes," he croaked. His throat was dry. His penis was feeling heavy.

"You don't masturbate her," she lectured. 'You savor her body, relish the softness of her silky skin, and make her body respond to your touch." Chantal slipped down a shoulder of Persephone's strapless blouse and exposed her right breast. 

David stared at the flawless, white skin of her rounded mound and the small pink areola in the center. His dick expanded and lifted off his balls as he watched the exotic beauty use her fingers and her mouth to excite her lover's nipple, pinching and teasing, kissing, licking, and sucking. Persephone's thighs parted; her black skirt rose up and exposed a bright, white wedge of her underpants.

Chantal paused and raised her head, and David saw that Persephone's nipple was swollen and red. His dick was quickly becoming that way, too.

"I don't want you to masturbate, Darling," said Chantal. "I want you to pleasure yourself, like I am pleasuring Persephone." She reached down and groped the crotch of her partner's panties. Persephone purred. Then the hand moved higher and raised Persephone's black skirt until David saw that she was wearing high-cut, white bikini underpants. As Chantal's fingers slipped inside, she encouraged David, saying, "Go ahead, Darling. Show us how you pleasure yourself."

His inhibitions forgotten, David began to stroke his cock while watching Chantal's hand move deeper into the panties. Persephone began breathing hard when the fingers reached their destination and began pleasuring her pussy. David gazed up her partially bared body. Chantal's fingering was making her boobs jiggle, and her exposed nipple was a hard little point.

Breathlessly, Persephone said, "I love watching a man stroke his cock."

David made eye contact with her, and they exchanged an impassioned grin.

Chantal, with her fingers sliding in and out of Persephone, grinned at David. "That's it, Darling. Don't masturbate; make love to yourself," she encouraged. 'Savor the feel of your cock in your hand. Touch your balls, too; enjoy their shape and their warmth." She chuckled and asked, "Can you smell Persephone's musk?"

"Yes." The aroused woman's vaginal juices gave off a strong, sexually stimulating odor, and caused a wet squishing sound as Chantal fingered her.

Persephone abruptly threw her head back on the couch and gasped, "OH!" She panted and sighed and trembled as the fingers inside of her triggered a powerful orgasm.

~~~

David was now hugely erect, and Chantal stopped him before he went too far. She resumed her glamour shots while Persephone regained her composure and straightened her clothes. The photographer had him stand and sit and lie in various poses while she clicked away with her camera. Once again, the most embarrassing pose was squatting. His dick wasn't dangling between his spread thighs this time, however; it was excitedly standing straight up in a position that was possibly more humiliating than when he was flaccid.

When Chantal finished, she told him he could stand, and then said, "He's all yours, Persephone."

"What happens now?" David inquired as the business partner, with her face still flush with excitement, rose from the coach.

She knelt at his feet, gripped his erection and said, "I suck your cock."

David gasped, "Persephone!" as she immersed his erect penis in warm wetness. The first touch of her tongue made him gasp even louder. She licked his dick's head, sending exciting shivers up and down his spine, and making him groan with pleasure.

His response made Chantal chuckle. "Is this your first blowjob, Darling?" she asked.

"Yes," he sighed.

Persephone's mouth was full, so her partner explained, "This is your reward for being patient with us. You were a very good model, Darling."

David marveled when Persephone went deep, sliding the entire length of his cock into her mouth and throat. She salivated, and his willy got wet indeed.

"She's very talented, isn't she," said Chantal, who took another photograph, this time with David's penis concealed by her partner's mouth. In answer to his worried glance, she said, "Action shots are good, too!"

While Persephone continued stimulating the head of his penis, she pulled on his balls to keep them out of the way of her other hand, which began stroking the length of his shaft. She soon had him panting and squirming, and her talents quickly excited David to orgasm.

When the blowjob newbie felt his reward coming, he quickly tried to pull his penis out of her mouth. It seemed like the polite thing to do. Persephone mumbled a protest, however, and kept sucking and stroking. When his first, mighty squirt spattered into her mouth, a happy hum vibrated his dick. She amazed him by swallowing and swallowing until David stopped spurting. 

When he was done, she wiped a dribble of semen from her chin, and joked "Mmm, tasty!"

~~~

Persephone and David got cleaned up in the adjoining lavatory. After he dressed, they exchanged contact information.

As he prepared to return to the great room, Chantal said, "Expect a phone call from a representative of our company in two or three weeks."

Persephone shook his hand. She sounded sincere when she said, "I hope we will be working together, David."

"Thank you," said the new Gargarean. He left the study and used the noise from the great room to find his way back. The women sounded rowdy, and he wondered if Heather and Sandra would be interested in continuing their cock-tail party.



Gargarean Group Ch. 06



The Birthday Party

 David arrived at Carol's house anxiously anticipating a night to remember. She'd called him with more information about her twin daughters' 21st birthday party, and he'd been thrilled by her update.

 "The party will start at 7 o'clock, David," she'd said, "but, to add to the surprise, I would like you to arrive at 8. Bambi and Barbie have invited two of their friends over for a sort of slumber party."

 By that point in the conversation, David had already started to feel a sexual thrill. Her sexy, blonde-haired twins were named Bambi and Barbie!

 "Would you be able to stay until midnight? I will pay you $100 for four hours, rather than the $75 for three I promised the other night at Ms. Esme's cocktail party. Would that be alright?"

 The promise of being paid $100 to babysit two attractive young women and two of their female friends seemed too good to be true. He gave her an enthusiastic, "Yes; absolutely!"

 His eagerness made her chuckle. "Excellent. You'll be joined by another Gargarean, a nice young man named Christopher. Have you met him?"

 "No, I haven't."

 "I think you'll like him." 

 David and Christopher met for the first time in Carol's kitchen. They had a lot in common. Both were 18 years old and 6 feet tall, with easygoing personalities, and bodies that were muscular and fit. David had dirty-blonde hair and blue eyes, while Christopher had dark-brown hair and brown eyes.

 Carol grinned at them and said, "The girls are going to love you two!"

 "Where are they, Ms. Carol?" asked Christopher.

 "Downstairs." She smiled, pleased that he'd remembered that Gargareans were required to use the honorific, Ms., when addressing a member of the Gargarean Group. "Bambi and Barbie have converted our basement into an apartment. Are you ready to get started?"

 "Yeah," said David, feeling an excited shiver travel up his spine.

 "Okay, then you guys get undressed while I get your costumes." She stepped to a walk-in pantry and disappeared inside.

 The boys immediately began removing their sneakers and socks, t-shirts and shorts. Both of them stripped quickly, hoping to be done before the attractive, older woman returned. Carol's slender and shapely body was looking lovely in a tight, blue slack set, with a sleeveless pullover blouse and nylon pants.

 "I decided to go with two boxes," she said a moment before she reappeared carrying a pair of 1-foot-square cardboard boxes, each one covered by colorful wrapping paper. She dropped them on the table and turned her attention to the young men in her kitchen. David was stripped down to blue briefs, and Christopher looked like a youngster in a pair of tighty-whiteys.

 She snickered and said, "Your underpants have to come off, too, boys. I have a pair of black boxer shorts for each of you." 

 David's hands trembled as he slid his briefs down and exposed his genitals to the smiling, watching older woman. Equally nervous, Christopher dropped his underpants around his ankles. Now nude, they both self-consciously knelt and placed their underwear on the floor with their other clothes. They stood upright again, trying to remain calm with their arms dangling as limply as their dicks.

 "You're a fine-looking pair of Gargareans," the hostess complimented as she looked them over. She then startled the boys by reaching forward and grabbing their floppy dicks. They tried to step back but were too late; she held them in place by the penis!

 David felt lightheaded.

 With a penis in each hand, Carol looked from one to the other and compared them. "Your cocks are a lot the same," she observed, further flustering the boys. Both were circumcised, with similar lengths and thicknesses. They felt soft and warm, and heavy in her hands. She envied the girls downstairs, who would undoubtedly soon have the boys excited and erect.

 David resumed breathing when she released his dick. 

 Carol gave each of them a matching pair of black boxers. After they'd hastily pulled on their underpants and covered their privates, she stuck a rosy red party bow on David's bellybutton and a bright blue party bow on Christopher's bellybutton. As for the wrapped boxes, she'd removed the top and bottom flaps, and cut X-shaped openings in the colorful paper that allowed the boys to step into the boxes. When they pulled them up around their waists, the gift boxes completely covered their black boxers. She attached a large label to Christopher's package that read, 'For Bambi', and another tag on David's gift box that read, 'For Barbie'. The final touch consisted of two strips of gold ribbon she anchored to the four corners of each box. She slipped them over the boys' shoulders, and they served as suspenders.

 When they were ready, she said, "Perfect! Let's go down and surprise the girls."

 ~~~

 David held onto his box to steady it as he descended the carpeted stairs. He followed Carol and Christopher down. Ahead of them, he could hear good-natured chatter and laughter from the four partygoers.

 When they were halfway down the stairway, Carol turned and whispered, "Stay here until I call for you." 

 David watched her slender body continue down to the bottom. For an older woman, she had a very appealing rump. After she'd turned the corner and stepped out of his view, he heard one of the twins say, "Hi, Mom."

 "Hi, how's it going down here?"

 "Great!" said the girls.

 "Are you guys ready for some cake and ice cream?"

 She received four affirmative answers: "Yeah!" "Okay." "Sure!" "Sounds good."

 "Do you need help serving it, Carol?" asked a young woman's voice that David didn't recognize.

 "Thanks for offering, Vanessa, but that won't be necessary," said Carol. "I've brought a couple of helpers with me." She turned towards the stairwell and called, "You can come down now."

 The young women whooped and hollered their approval when the two boys reached the bottom of the stairs. They were both handsome and hunky, and appeared to be stark naked under the wrapped presents. They certainly weren't wearing very much!

 The young Gargareans grinned sheepishly. As David turned the corner behind Christopher, he was excited to see that the slumber party girls were already dressed in sleep attire. Although the pearl-blonde and beautiful twins were identical, he could tell who was who, for Bambi's pastel blue nightie featured a drawing of Disney's Bambi fawn, and Barbie's pastel pink nightie had a drawing of Mattel's Barbie doll. Despite the childish nighties, the lightweight material left no doubt that they were filled by well-grown women; excited women who were obviously not wearing brassieres.

 "Please stand on either side of me, gentlemen," said Carol.

 When Christopher stepped to the hostesses left side, David got his first clear view of one of the invitees. She had breast-length, dark-brown hair, brown eyes, and a cute, dimpled face. They made eye contact, and when she smiled, her dimples deepened. The pair of pajamas that covered her petite but curvy body included a purple top and mauve pants.

 Carol and Christopher partially blocked David's view of the other invitee. She had long and silky brown hair, and a bosomy body covered by a white nightdress. He moved to Carol's right side and saw the girl's face for the first time. He gasped, because he immediately recognized her. Andrea. Dazed, David tried to process this new information. Andrea was here!? 

 "ANDREA!" he exclaimed in horrified disbelief, for Andrea was his Aunt Ashley's eldest daughter. Andrea was David's 21-year-old step-cousin.

 "Hi, cousin!" She seemed just as startled to see him as he was to see her. She was happier than him, however, because she wasn't the one wearing a box. Her virginal, white nightdress covered her from her neck to her ankles. The tight bodice swelled over her beautiful breasts, whose size rivaled her mother's gorgeous pair.

 The news amused Carol, who asked, "You two are cousins?"

 Andrea grinned and nodded.

 "What a happy coincidence!"

 "Happy?" grumbled David in reply. He looked accusingly at the hostess. "Did you know she would be here when you asked me to come?"

 His anger annoyed Carol, who snapped back, "I had no idea who the girls were going to invite to the party. And, must I remind you that you are a Gargarean now, David? Gargareans are often required to entertain and amuse their relatives. Isn't that right, Christopher?"

 The second young man, who'd only been a Gargarean for two months, replied with a terse, "Yes." He knew how David felt. He hadn't yet grown accustomed to having his dick out in front of his three older sisters.

 David turned his frustration on his cousin, angrily complaining, "I thought you were in college, Andrea." That's why she and her 19-year-old sister, Allyson, had missed his Presentation to the Gargarean Group. They'd both been away at school.

 Before his cousin could answer, Carol snapped, "MS. Andrea. You are to call her Ms. Andrea, David, and Ms. Bambi, Ms. Barbie, and Ms. Vanessa. Is that clear?"

 "Yes."

 "Yes what?"

 "Yes, Ms. Carol."

 "Ask her again, only do it properly this time. And lose the attitude."

 Chastened, David asked, "Aren't you supposed to be in college?" When Ms. Carol glared at him, he added, "Ms. Andrea?"

 "Not any more, David," his cousin replied, making a point of using his name without the 'Mr.', just because she could. "I got out for Midterm break yesterday."

 "May I be excused, Ms. Carol?" he begged. "I'd rather not do this; not if my cousin is here."

 "No. You agreed to serve at the party tonight, and you must go through with it. There's no time for me to find someone else." She lightened everyone's mood, except David, by asking, "Now, girls, would you like Bambi and Barbie to unwrap their presents before the boys begin to serve you?"

 "Can we?" asked Bambi, the timid twin.

 "YES!" exclaimed Barbie, the fun-loving twin.

 Vanessa flung her small body into one of the four seats at the card table and declared, "I'm ready!" She eagerly turned her chair to face the Gargareans.

 Andrea sat across from her, and then gazed into David's eyes, saying, "I can't wait to see what's under those packages!"

 David swallowed and tried to stay calm.

 Carol moved behind Andrea and said, "Then, go ahead girls."

 Bambi knelt in front of Christopher and gave him a shy grin. After carefully removing the blue party bow stuck to his bellybutton, she set it aside to preserve it. She then proceeded to unwrap her present slowly and methodically, taking care not to tear the pretty paper. 

 Barbie, on the other hand, stood in front of David, yanked off his red bow, and hurled it over her shoulder. She then attacked her present, frenetically ripping and tearing the paper. After she'd freed his ribbon suspenders, she gripped the unwrapped cardboard box, moved to David's side to give her friends a good view, and asked, "Ready to see what I got, girls?"

 "YES!"

 Bambi laughed, hooked her thumbs under the waistband of David's underpants, and then stripped his box and his boxers to the floor.

 Startled, David gasped as his cock and balls flopped out of his underpants. The girls cheered to see their first naked man of the night. Carol chuckled. Andrea laughed delightedly and leaned over the table for a better view of her cousin's cock. Vanessa stared at his dangling dick and dimpled.

 Bambi, who'd glimpsed Christopher's black underwear during her slow unpacking, asked, "What happened to his underpants?"

 David quickly covered his dick with one hand while bending forward and reaching for the boxers around his ankles.

 Barbie stepped on them, saying, "Oh no, you don't! Now that you're unwrapped, you're going to stay unwrapped." 

 The women around the table laughed.

 Carol joked, "He's you're present, and you can play with him if you want to." 

 Encouraged, Barbie pushed aside David's concealing hand and gripped his penis. She caressed his soft cock.

 Vanessa and Andrea shouted their approval. Bambi gawped.

 Carol, grinning, inquired, "Andrea, is this the first time you've seen David naked?"

 "Yes, but it won't be the last."

 Her comment drew her cousin's attention, and they locked eyes. Her brown ones were merry and twinkling; his blue ones were wide and disconcerted. 

 Barbie cupped his balls, gripped the base of his shaft with her thumb and forefinger, and held up his floppy penis. Using a high-pitched voice, trying to sound like a little boy, she said, "Hi, Andrea!"

 Andrea glanced down and laughed to see her cousin's penis giving her a welcoming wiggle. "Hi, there!" she replied.

 "I'm David's little dickie," said Barbie. "See how happy I am to finally meet you?" She began wildly waggling it.

 Andrea chuckled, saying, "I see that. I'm happy to meet you, too!"

 Incredulous, and wishing he could go home, David gawped at Carol and Bambi, Vanessa and Andrea, who were all peering at his penis while it performed its impromptu puppet show. This wasn't what he'd expected when he volunteered to serve at the twins' party. Not at all!

 Using her fake falsetto voice, Barbie said, "We're going to be great friends, Andrea. I hope we see a lot of each other!" 

 Andrea looked up and grazed into the eyes of her mortified cousin. She grinned and gave him a sly wink as she replied, "Me, too!"

 David felt his penis gyrating for joy. He blushed and looked away. Andrea laughed and looked down.

 "Don't forget your present, Bambi," encouraged Carol. 

 David's involuntary dick wiggling had made Bambi forget what she was doing. She turned back to Christopher and continued her slow unwrapping.

 "Hurry, up, Bambi," said Barbie, who'd stopped playing and started caressing David's soft cock. "Show us what's in your present."

 "Yeah, hurry up," said Vanessa despite her inherent shyness.

 Bambi continued her meticulous unwrapping until the cardboard box around Christopher's waist dropped to the floor. His black boxers stayed in place. She stood and stepped back.

 Barbie sighed impatiently and said, "You haven't finished unwrapping him." She was always scornful of her twin's timid personality.

 "Yeah, keep going!" urged Andrea.

 Vanessa nodded her head a few times in agreement.

 Bambi looked to her mother and asked, "Is it okay?"

 "It's your birthday and your present, Bambi. Do what you want."

 Barbie sighed disgustedly. "Come on, Bambi, strip him."

 Barbie's twin gave Christopher a shy, slightly apologetic smile. With trembling hands, she reached for his waistband and lowered his black boxers. Her friends voiced their approval when the young man's genitals slipped out of his underpants.

 Christopher gulped but stood quietly with his hands to his sides while the women looked him over. Bambi surprised everyone by following her sister's example; she lifted his dick and caressed him.

 The chuckling hostess moved around the table, saying, "Okay, now that your gifts are unwrapped, let's serve the cake and ice cream. Come upstairs, boys. You girls can wash your hands while you're waiting."

 Barbie and Bambi dropped their dicks, and Christopher and David stepped out of the boxes and boxers gathered around their ankles. Now totally nude, they followed Carol upstairs. The girls grinned and watched the boys' bare backsides until they were out of sight.

 ~~~

 David descended the stairs carrying a red velvet birthday cake, with 21 candles burning. Behind him was Christopher with a carton of French vanilla ice cream, four plates, some forks, a cake server, and an ice cream scoop. Carol, bringing up the rear with a bottle of sparkling wine in each hand and a roll of paper towels under her arm, began singing as they descended. The two Gargareans, Vanessa, and Andrea joined in.

 "Happy Birthday to You,"

"Happy Birthday to You,"

"Happy Birthday, Dear Bambi and Barbie,"

"Happy Birthday to You."

 After the twins had blown out their candles, the four nightwear-clad young women gathered around the card table. Barbie sat opposite Bambi, with Andrea to her right and Vanessa to her left.

 "Enjoy yourselves, girls," said Carol before returning upstairs.

 "Thanks, Mom!"

 The young women excitedly eyed their bare naked manservants as the boys prepared a plate for each of them. The guys were nervously aware of the girls' grinning stares as they served them cake and ice cream. They replenished the girls' glasses. The partygoers had downed one bottle before the boys arrived and were already starting to feel the effects.

 When the foursome had been served, Barbie carefully directed Christopher to stand between Andrea and Bambi, close to the table where they could all see his hunky body. David received the same treatment. He tried to look nonchalant, with his trembling hands clasped behind his back, while standing between Barbie and Vanessa. The young women then began casually chatting between bites of their cake and ice cream while admiring the men's muscular curves and masculine features. The girls' celebratory mood and the sparkling wine even started to ease the inhibitions of Vanessa and Bambi.

 Barbie switched her fork from her right hand to her left, then reached over and fondled David's bare backside. "Andrea, when did you first meet your cute step-cousin?"

 "At the wedding, when Aunt Alyssa married his dad. Allyson and I fought over him at the reception. He's not only good looking, he's a good dancer, too!"

 Barbie gripped David's bottom to get his attention and asked, "If I crank up the stereo later on, will you dance with me?"

 He hesitated. He liked to dance, but not with his dick swinging free! He shrugged and said, "Yeah, I guess."

 Barbie seemed to read his thoughts. "Andrea, you've never seen him without any clothes on before?"

 "No. Allyson and I have seen him in a bathing suit a few times, but never naked. I did grab his dick once, through his swimsuit."

 "You did!?" exclaimed Bambi.

 "When was this?" asked Barbie.

 Vanessa grinned and listened quietly.

 "A few summers ago. Do you remember that, David?"

 "Yes." He didn't want to talk about it. Unfortunately, his cousin did.

 "I was 18 at the time. Allyson was 17, and David must have been, what, 15?"

 He nodded. 

 "We were in a silly mood, and David looked so scrumptious – he was wearing a pair of tiny swim team briefs – that me and my sister decided to tease him."

 Barbie laughed and said, "You tart; you were trying to get his dick up!"

 Bambi chuckled and confirmed, "We've all played that game."

 Vanessa, emboldened by her friends' frankness, asked, "Did you get it up?" Her eyes glanced at the part in question, which was currently completely down.

 "Way up! We thought he was going to cream his pants, especially when I grabbed the front of his swimsuit and gave it a tug."

 The girls laughed.

 Bambi said, "Like all guys, I'll bet he went straight back to his bedroom and jerked off afterwards."

 "He did seem to be in a hurry to get home after that," joked Andrea.

 Barbie sipped her sparkling wine, groped his bottom, and inquired, "Did you go home and play with yourself, David?"

 "I don't remember," he lied.

 "That means he did!" chuckled Bambi.

 David's face began turning red, because Bambi was right; after Andrea grabbed him, he'd gone to his bedroom and beaten his meat until it was raw.

 "What did you guys do to get him excited?" asked Vanessa, who begged, "Please tell us more details."

 "Alright. Like I said, it happened on a sunny summer afternoon."

 Barbie interrupted, saying, "While you tell us about it, Andrea, let's have David show us how he stroked his dick that day."

 Her suggestion appalled David, titillated Vanessa, pleased Bambi, amused Andrea, and worried Christopher.

 Andrea met her cousins dilated eyes and grinned, saying, "I think that's an excellent suggestion, Barbie."




Gargarean Group Ch. 06



Bambi caressed the bare backside of the boy to her right, saying, "I think Christopher should play with himself, too."

 Christopher dismayed David by sighing and saying, "Yes, Ms. Bambi." He immediately dropped his head and began touching his dick. Although he obviously wasn't happy, he didn't protest and began to arouse himself for the women's amusement.

 Girlish Vanessa gushed, "I love to watch a boy stroking his dick."

 "Now you, David," said his cousin. "Play with Little Dickie for us."

 He cringed and refused. He had no intention of humiliating himself in that way.

 "You have to," said Barbie. "You're on a paid assignment. Tell him, Christopher."

 "Ms. Barbie's right," confirmed the sheepish man coaxing his cock. "Gargareans must do whatever a member tells them to do while they are on an assignment. If you refuse, Carol won't pay you for tonight."

 "You belong to the Gargarean Group now," said Andrea. "You have to do what we say." She gazed into her cousin's eyes and ordered, "Stroke your dick for us, David."

 With his blush burning brightly again, the new Gargarean lowered his head and began touching the drooping head of his penis. He stared at the table, feeling ashamed and miserable, while the four girls enjoyed watching his self-pleasuring.

 Andrea smiled and said, 'What happened that day was, David visited us while his parents and mine went to the movies. We had a full-size swimming pool in our backyard, and it was a warm day, so he brought his Speedo. He was on the high school swim team and wanted to do some practice laps."

 David, fondling his flaccid penis with his fingertips, felt the head getting warmer and plumper. Despite his embarrassment, the familiar feeling meant that he'd soon be ready to start stroking his stretching shaft. He listened to Andrea, remembering how his attractive cousins had waited until he'd finished his laps before springing their trap.

 "David didn't know that Allyson and I were wearing swimsuits under our clothes. We did a striptease in front of him until we were both down to our tiniest bikinis."

 Barbie laughed and asked, "Did he immediately rip out of his swimsuit?"

 "No, the cold water had made him teeny-weeny size; but we definitely saw some progress."

 The girls looked fondly at their self-fondling friend, whose penis was quickly getting stiffer. They didn't ignore Christopher, who'd stopped caressing his cock and started to stroke.

 "What happened then?" asked Vanessa.

 "We set up three lounge chairs and gave David the one between us. His Speedo started getting tight the moment we began greasing ourselves up with suntan lotion. Then Allyson and I turned over and asked him to apply the lotion to our backs. That got him excited, especially when we untied the strings of our bikini tops for him!"

 "What did you expect? I was only 15!" grumbled David.

 Bambi laughed and fondled his bottom, enjoying his discomfiture. Boys talked big, but they were so bashful when it came to women's bodies, or stroking their dicks in front of women. They could tell that David was absolutely mortified to be masturbating in front of the four of them, yet touching himself had expanded his cock. She grinned to see the blushing boy circle his shaft with his fingers and begin to stroke himself, slowly. 

 "Now, by the time David had finished with our backs and stretched out on his lounger," Andrea continued her story, "it did look like his dick was going to slash right through his Speedo. Allyson and I stayed on our stomachs, with our ties still undone, and watched him trying to eye the sides of our boobs without getting caught."

 "You knew!?" he exclaimed.

 She laughed. "We both knew," she replied. "When I saw David turn his head to check out my sister, I used the opportunity to grab the pointer pushing out his swimsuit. He squealed like a girl when I gripped him. Like a bucking bronco rider, I held on for an eight count before his slippery Speedo slipped through my fingers."

 Barbie finished, "And then he ran home and jerked off."

 Andrea's large eyes glanced up from her cousin's dick as she said, "Allyson and I would have been glad to do it for you."

 David imagined lying back on that lounge chair while his two sexy cousins pulled out his penis and took turns playing with it. He thought about the possibilities and cursed himself for running home that day. It had been a missed opportunity, but he'd just been so startled when Andrea grabbed his dick! He didn't think; he just reacted. 

 The girls were grinning at him, because the memory, and his masturbation, had caused him to attain a full erection. Suddenly realizing that he was in danger of going too far, he let go of his dick. Both Gargareans stood still with their stiff erections pointing towards the ceiling while the girls discussed and compared their cocks.

 Barbie, who'd eaten all the cake she wanted, scooped a fingertip through the icing. David quivered as she playfully frosted the tip of his excited dick. "Uh-oh, Vanessa," she joked. "I've spilt some. Can you clean it up for me?"

 The petite partygoer laughed and used her napkin to clean the squirming Gargareans sensitive penis. Andrea and Bambi laughed, and Barbie looked exasperated.

 "Did I do something wrong?" asked Vanessa.

 "Oh, I spilled some icing, too!" said Bambi as she frosted Christopher's cock. "Would you clean it up for me, Andrea?"

 David's cousin said, "Gladly!" She gripped the nude manservant's backside, leaned over him, and then sucked and licked his cock clean. Christopher appeared to be much happier than when he was pleasuring himself.

 "That's how you clean a man's cock," said Barbie.

 "Oh," said Vanessa in gleeful understanding. Grinning, she joked, "Now I'll know what to do if it happens again."

 Her words were prophetic. Barbie said, "Uh-oh," again, and David was soon grinning as his penis was defrosted by the warm mouth and tongue of not-so-shy Vanessa.

 Barbie and Bambi took a turn, too. They licked the Gargareans dicks until they shone shiny and bright. 

 Afterwards, Barbie strode over to the stereo and turned on some music, loud. When she returned, she declared, "Today's my birthday, and I want a lap dance!" She pulled out her chair, arranged her nighty so that she wasn't sitting on it, and then plopped her pretty posterior onto the seat. With her shiny, bare legs stretched out in front of her and her knees slightly parted, she raised her skirt and flashed her white panties at the nearest hard-dicked Gargarean, saying, "Give me a lap dance, David."

 He swallowed nervously. How does a man give a woman a lap dance? He had no idea, but his erect penis, and the quick glimpse of her panty-clad pussy, convinced him to give it a try. "Yes, Ms. Bambi," he said, giving her a subservient nod.

 She laughed delightedly when he straddled her legs and thrust his hips and his dick towards her face in time with the music. "Vanessa, bring your chair over here opposite mine," said Bambi to her shy friend, who was watching from her place at the table. "He can give you a lap dance, too."

 Vanessa dragged her chair over behind the humping man. Both of her hands immediately began groping David's bare backside.

 Urged on by sexual stimulation, David danced for them. Barbie caressed his strong chest and wide shoulders while eyeing his bobbing dick. She teased his little nipples; ran her hands down his firm sides; rubbed his flat belly; and squeezed his spread thighs. They played a game that got the girls giggling. Barbie would lean down and try to kiss the tip of his hard cock, but each time, he'd pull his dick away before her lips could touch him. She cupped his jiggling balls and pursed her lips. Ha! Missed again.

 David reversed directions and left Barbie wanting more. Now with the birthday girl's hands groping his ass, he shook his cock for Vanessa. David glanced over her shoulder and saw Christopher performing a similar lap dance for Bambi and Andrea. All three seemed to be having a great time.

 David concentrated on performing for Vanessa. More shy than the other girls, she leaned backwards, away from the excited cock he was thrusting towards her. She was grinning, however, so he took a step forward and shook his dick closer to her face. She giggled and held up both hands to ward off his wiggling weapon. David kept thrusting and found himself humping Vanessa's hands. Then they discovered a new game, where the girl tried to grip the guy's dick, but the guy kept slipping his dick through her curled fingers. Sexual pleasure sent shivers up David's spine as he drove his dick in and out of Vanessa's grasp. She tried left-handed and right-handed, but every time he felt her starting to squeeze his shaft, he'd pull his hips back and slip away. They laughed and enjoyed their play until he felt his sporting equipment preparing to bring the game to a climactic finish. He quickly turned around and faced Barbie again.

 Perhaps, if David had been a professional, he could have prevented himself from losing control. Probably not. Barbie gripped his dick before he'd completely turned around; before he had a chance to slip away from her grasp. She forced his stiff rod down, between her legs. Her hand stroked his shaft while rubbing the stimulated tip of his cock against her panty-clad pussy. David felt dampness but wasn't sure who was doing the leaking; probably both of their sexual orifices were drooling. Soon, however, there was no question. David ejaculated, splattering her underpants with hot semen.

 "OH-HOH!" she cried and laughed as he soaked her panties. She quickly pointed his dick to her left, over her thigh. Vanessa leaned around his body, bracing herself with a hand on his ass while she watched his subsequent spurts. Barbie, being a somewhat experienced sexual partner, kept stroking his squirting cock while he finished his orgasm.

 A few minutes later, while the Gargarean cleaned himself and the floor with paper towels, Barbie and Vanessa joined Christopher's ongoing cock show. Barbie lifted her nightie and showed Bambi and Andrea the semen spots staining her underpants. All four women laughed and looked towards David. The naked man was on his hands and knees, displaying his bare ass while wiping up the mess he'd caused. 

 They all turned their attention back to Christopher, groping and caressing him as he danced. Vanessa demonstrated her 'grip-and-slip' game, and her three friends each had a turn. David's cousin, Andrea, caught Christopher's cock long enough to give him some meaningful tugs, and soon the second Gargarean also needed to clean up his splattered semen.

 ~~~

Temporarily sexually satiated, David and Christopher snoozed on the couch while the women sat around them and watched a streaming chick flick. Both Gargareans smiled contentedly while their nude bodies were cuddled and caressed.

 After the movie finished, Barbie gave David's floppy cock a tug. "You promised me a dance," she said.

 Instantly awake, David replied, "I already gave you a lap dance."

 "Not that kind of dance." She towed him by his built-in man-leash to the stereo and turned on some music.

 Andrea, Vanessa, Bambi, and Christopher joined them, and all six began moving to popular tunes. During the fast songs, they danced in threes, or all six in a circle. For the slow dances, the girls took turns embracing the boys. David preferred the slow ones. He relished the heavenly rapture of bumping his nude body against the lightly-clad young women. The girls groped his backside when they danced slow, but they also spent some time caressing his cock.

 Even Andrea flirted with him. When the step-cousins got together for a slow tune, David held her at arms' length with his hands holding her sides. Andrea immediately closed in and embraced his body with her arms around his shoulders. She pushed her beautiful, nightgown-covered breasts against his bare chest. Her pubis pressed against his penis. The closeness surprised David, but he hugged her waist as she placed her head on his shoulder. 

 Speaking only loud enough for him to hear, she confided, "I've been waiting for this day ever since Mom joined the Gargarean Group."

 "You have!?"

 "Yes," she replied. Both of her hands slid down his back and fondled his bottom. She felt him flinch and reminded, "We're not actually related, you know."

 "Yeah, that's true."

 "I've wanted to get my hands on you ever since that day by the pool," she whispered with a throaty catch in her voice. 

 Incredulous, David listened silently.

 "By the way, I'm glad you left your swimsuit at home tonight."

 David felt her right hand leave his backside. She reached between them, and then Andrea began to caress her cousin's cock. Her soft fingertips explored him and excited him while they continued moving to the music. Her taut nipples pricked his skin.

 "Mmm," she hummed in his ear as she felt his penis responding to her touch. Her fingers purposely aroused him, but not to embarrass him – to satisfy her own lust. Her cousin had a healthy and hefty cock.

 "Ohhh," David breathed as she slid her fingers down his stiffening shaft and handled his balls. Then she began stroking his cock in time with the slow music. David's dick erected.

 When the song was over, and they'd stepped apart, Barbie pointed at David's stiff dick and joked, "I guess they're kissing cousins!"

 "Looks like they've been doing a lot more than kissing," quipped Bambi. "Your next dance is with me," she said, and backed up her claim by gripping his hard dick and pulling him closer.

 ~~~

 The six of them continued dancing, flirting, and petting. They were gyrating to a fast beat when Carol came downstairs at 11 o'clock. The twins' mom grinned to see the boy's erect cocks swinging like metronomes in time to the music. When the song finished, she said, "Eddie's going to bed. Would you guys mind keeping the noise down?"

 "Sure, Mom," answered Bambi. 

 Barbie turned off the stereo, saying, "We were getting tired of dancing anyway."

 Carol could see that all of them were practically panting, but she wasn't sure whether that was from dancing or passion. The girls were bright-eyed and cheerful; the boys were stiff-dicked and sheepish. With a smirking smile on her face, Carol inquired, "Have you girls given each other your birthday spankings yet?"

 Barbie replied, "No, I was thinking we were too old to do that anymore."

 Bambi contradicted her. "No we're not. I think we should continue doing it, as long as we are together on our birthday."

 "Well, you two work it out," said Carol. "David and Christopher, I'll give you your pay when you're finished. Meet me in the kitchen in an hour?"

 "Okay, Ms. Carol."

 After the twins' mom ascended the stairs again, Andrea snickered and asked, "Birthday spankings?"

 "It's a tradition in our family," said Bambi. "We give each other one spank for every year we've been alive."

 Vanessa suggested, "Maybe we should have the Gargareans do it this year."

 Christopher and David grinned as they pictured the scantily-clad bodies of the sexy blondes draped over their laps.

 "No, we need to do it," said Bambi, who looked forward to smacking Barbie's backside once a year. It gave her a chance to give her domineering sister some payback for all the little humiliations she'd inflicted over the years. She concealed her vengeful reason, however, by saying, "As I said, spanking each other is a family tradition; and besides, the boys are too strong and might hurt one of us."

 Barbie sighed and said, "If that's what Bambi wants." She moved a chair to the center of the room, explaining, "We've been spanking each other on our birthdays for as long as I can remember. I'm not sure which one of us started the tradition."

 "You did," griped Bambi, "at our sixth birthday party. You held me down and spanked me in front of all our friends."

 "Oh, yeah; I remember. Everybody laughed. It was funny!"

 "It was humiliating."

 "I don't know what you're complaining about; you spanked me, too."

 "Yeah, but only after the party was over and everyone went home, and only because I complained to Mom about it."

 "Anyway," said Barbie, to end her sister's whining, "spanking each other on our birthday's has been a tradition ever since." She positioned herself in the chair and patted her bare knees, saying, "Your turn first."

 Bambi, still inwardly unhappy about the long-ago indignity, crouched beside Barbie's chair and then leaned forward and slid her torso over her twin's lap. She waited with her head in the air and her toes touching the floor.

 The Gargareans ogled Bambi's curvy body. Her light-blue, cotton nightgown left her arms and most of her legs bare. No bra lines marred the smooth material over her back, but the thin cotton revealed the faint outline of underpants covering her shapely bottom. Both boys' erections had been relaxing, but the sight of Bambi in the spanking position stopped the descent of their dicks at slightly below horizontal.

 Barbie got everyone involved. "Christopher, stand in front of Bambi and hold her hands. Andrea, you hold onto her legs. Vanessa, I need you to hold her shoulders down. Everybody make sure she doesn't try to get up; not until I'm done. David, you can keep count for me. This year Bambi gets twenty-one spanks."

 When Christopher clasped hands with Bambi, she grinned to see his penis extended towards her nose and drooping slightly down. She concentrated on his cock while feeling Andrea step between her legs and grip her knees. Vanessa placed a hand between her shoulder blades. 

 "Is everyone ready?" asked Barbie.

 "Ready."

 "Are you ready, Bambi?"

 "Yes, get on with it," griped the girl in the undignified position.

 "Okay, here comes Spank Number One," said Barbie as she raised her hand. She paused for one breathless moment, and then joked, "Hmm, I can't seem to see my target." Having given her false excuse, she pulled up the skirt of Bambi's nightie and exposed her white underpants.

 "BARBIE!" her sister shouted, wiggling her body and her bottom in an attempt to get free. Her face turned red from anger, humiliation, and embarrassment as the others laughed at her.

 The Gargareans were thrilled and mortified. David, standing near Bambi's barely-covered backside, gawked at the girl's white cotton briefs, molded to the shape of her sweet cheeks. Christopher, flabbergasted by the unexpected exposure of Bambi's bottom, released her hands.

 Still wiggling, Bambi started to reach back to cover herself, but then she noticed Christopher's cock. His penis was now pointing at her nose and rising fast. The sight of her panty-covered bottom had really aroused him! His unintended compliment made her grin as sexual appreciation replaced her bashful humiliation. She reached for his shaft instead of her skirt, pulled him closer, and began stroking his dick.

 The situation, and the shocked expression on Christopher's face, made everyone else laugh harder.

 "I guess you can start the spanking," Andrea chuckled.

 The twenty-one stinging swats got Bambi flinching and writhing. She yelped a few times, but she distracted herself from the pain by pleasuring Christopher's penis. In fact, her sister's hardest hits were followed by Bambi's fastest shaft-stroking. She wanted to cup his balls as well, but was afraid the spanking might cause her to squeeze them too tightly. She settled for supporting his scrotum on the palm of her hand as she stroked his throbbing cock.

 After David counted the twenty-first spank, Andrea said, "Don't forget to give her a pinch to grow an inch."

 "We don't do that anymore," commented Bambi, who was still jerking Christopher's cock despite the completion of her spanking. 

 Barbie gave Andrea a conspiratorial wink. She quickly slipped her thumb and two fingers into the right leg opening of Bambi's underpants and gave her sister's butt cheek a painful pinch.




Gargarean Group Ch. 06



"OWW!" cried Bambi, who tightened her grip on Christopher's dick as she turned her head and glared back at her sister.

 "UH!" grunted Christopher. The sight of one sister pinching the other's bottom was too much for him, and he ejaculated a shimmering stream of semen that splattered onto Bambi's hair and ear.

 The others laughed, even Bambi. She started stroking him again as she quickly turned her attention back to her orgasming Gargarean. He immediately squirted his second spurt into her eye.

 Shortly after Christopher and Bambi had wiped off the worst of their wetness, the twins switched positions. Now it was Barbie's turn for a spanking, and time for some sibling payback. Bambi followed her sister's lead, placing Andrea between her legs, holding her knees; Vanessa keeping her down with a hand on her shoulders; David clasping her hands; and exhausted Christopher standing back a bit and preparing to count the number of strokes.

 "Payback's a bitch," Bambi snickered as she raised the skirt of Barbie's pink nightgown, showing the boys her sister's matching cotton underpants.

 Bambi's spanking had excited David. He eyed Barbie's pink panties and felt a pleasurable throb vibrate his nearly erect cock.

 "Copycat," joked her sister.

 "Not quite," said Bambi, who used both hands to peel Barbie's panties down her thighs and bare her backside.

 The Gargareans gawked at the unexpectedly exposed, perfectly shaped, peach of a posterior. 

 "BAMBI!" cried Barbie, who was shocked that her sister would dare to bare her. More embarrassed than angry, however, she wiggled her butt for the boys, saying, "Pull my panties back up."

 David, holding onto Barbie's hands, was surprised that she didn't struggle to get away. He saw Christopher take one surreptitious step to the side and knew that his friend was trying to see between her legs, which were kept slightly apart by Andrea's body.

 Barbie blushed when she noticed that Christopher was trying to sneak a peek at her pussy. Her heart started pounding, pumping blood to her pudenda. She tightened her thighs and clenched her butt cheeks, trying to deny him his peepshow.

 "OW!" she yelped when, without warning, Bambi landed the first blow on her bare backside. The pain made her wiggle her butt.

 Her twin snickered.

 "That's one," said Christopher. 

 To Barbie, his voice sounded breathless, suggesting that he really could see between her legs. She glanced back and saw him staring there! Could he see her pussy, or was he just checking out her rump? She self-consciously attempted to close her legs more, but Andrea's body prevented it.

 Bambi paused, tormenting her sister by making her wait for the next spank. When Barbie glanced back, to see what was taking so long, she struck.

 Barbie's hiss drowned out Christopher's count. She turned her head and looked back at him again, and he gave her a sheepish, guilty grin. More convinced than ever that he was peeking at her pussy, she felt increasing warmth and wetness down there. She was helpless, yet the situation seemed surprisingly sexually stimulating.

 "Three," said Christopher after the third spank had struck.

 Feeling extremely turned on, Barbie pulled David closer, then slipped her hand out of his grip and grasped his hard cock. He gave a throaty chuckle as she pointed his excited dick towards her lips and began kissing and licking the tip. She paused when she sensed Bambi swinging again.

 "Four," said Christopher.

 Barbie muffled her yelp by swallowing David's dick. She sucked him for a moment and then ran her tongue up his shaft as she raised her head in preparation for the next blow. 

 When David's sopping cock emerged from her hot mouth, it felt cold. She warmed him by stroking his cock and spreading her saliva up and down his shaft.

 "Five," said Christopher.

 The fifth spank made her flinch but she didn't cry out. She quickly immersed her Gargarean's penis in warm wetness again, sucking the head into her mouth and rubbing the rough tip of her tongue over its face.

 "Ohhh!" David moaned in ecstasy. He gazed down her back, at the sloping, reddening, naked rounds of her rump and wished he could grope them. He held her head instead, entwining his fingers in her silky hair as she came up for air.

 Christopher sounded even more breathless as he counted her sixth spank. She glanced back over her shoulder and caught the Gargarean gazing in the direction of her pussy again. His well-used but tireless dick was beginning to swell once more. 

 "Seven."

 The spanking continued, slowly, and so did Barbie's stroking and sucking. Before each blow landed, however, she made sure to withdraw David's engorged cock from her mouth for fear that the sting of the slap would cause her to bite him. The pain and pleasure of her punishment was getting her as sexually excited as the boys. Fortunately, she didn't have a blood-filled dick advertising her arousal. Her inner pussy lips were wet and unfolding, however, so she squeezed Andrea's body with her knees and kept her thighs closed as tightly as possible. She was determined to keep Christopher from getting more than just a peek.

 "Fifteen."

 David, hugely excited by this time, struggled to delay his orgasm until the end of Barbie's spanking. He saw Vanessa, Andrea, and Bambi eyeing his erection each time his saliva-soaked cock emerged from Barbie's mouth. They grinned in anticipation of his impending ejaculation.

 Bambi, annoyed that everyone – even Barbie! – seemed to be enjoying her sister's punishment, redoubled her efforts. She used all her strength to smack her sister's bare ass.

 "OW!" her twin cried out. That one really hurt! The stinging slap of Bambi's hand on her sore backside and the unexpected force of the blow caused Barbie's body to lunge forward on her sister's lap. Behind her, she heard Christopher quietly snicker, and she knew why. During her momentary loss of control, her bottom had thrust upward, her knees had flared apart, and her thighs had opened. If Christopher hadn't seen her pussy before that reaction, he certainly had now; slickly wet, gaping open, and 

ready to receive!

 "You forgot to count, Christopher," said Bambi.

 With David's erect dick gripped in her fist, Barbie looked back and made eye contact with the Gargarean. He had a happy grin on his face that he couldn't suppress. He leered into her eyes and said, "Sixteen. Five more to go." She watched his brown eyes refocus between her thighs in anticipation of another peek at her pussy. His cock was hard again.

 Barbie's sex-addled brain streamed a pornographic mental video of her sucking David's dick while Christopher stood behind her and slid his engorged penis into her vagina. Extremely sexually aroused, she decided to give Christopher a show. "YOW!" she yelped when Bambi's seventeenth spank landed. Aided by the pain and the force of Bambi's blow, she thrust her butt in the air again, purposely spreading her knees and giving the Gargarean a brief but breathtaking view of her asshole and her pussy. 

 His throaty voice counted, "Seventeen." 

 Not bothering to look back to see Christopher's reaction, Bambi fervently attacked David's dick. She sucked his bloated penis into her mouth. Her tongue rapidly flicked against the bloated head, while her hands stroked his shaft and caressed his balls.

 "OH!" he gasped in surprise, and then moaned with pleasure.

 In her peripheral vision, Barbie saw her sister raising her hand for the next spank. She quickly dropped David's testicles and removed her lips from his dick, but her stroking quickened.

 Bambi's hand was hurting, but that was a small price to pay for applying some payback to Barbie's painfully pink posterior. She swung again with all her might.

 "OW-ow-ow!" Barbie cried as the sting lingered for a moment after the spank. She wiggled her backside in agony, causing Andrea to lose her grip on her knees. The twin's thighs opened, wide, but she was too anguished and aroused to notice immediately.

 "Eighteen," croaked the Gargarean behind her, who then voiced an extended sigh.

 Barbie glanced back and saw that Andrea had moved beside Christopher and started stroking his cock. Both of their gazes were trained between Barbie's spread legs. She gasped and started to close her thighs when Bambi spanked her again.

 "OW-ow-ow!" she cried as her body lunged and lifted off her sister's lap. This time, Barbie's thighs opened and stayed open.

 Vanessa pushed her back down, but said, "Maybe you should stop, Bambi."

 "It's alright," said Barbie. Her bottom hurt, but it was no worse than after falling on the ice a few times while skating.

 "Nineteen," said the bewitched Gargarean behind her, who never expected this job to include such a spectacular view of a gorgeous pudenda. He'd started with only a shadowed peek between her tightly-closed thighs, but now he could see everything! Barbie, and presumably Bambi as well, was a natural blonde. Beneath her puckered pink sphincter, her extended pussy lips glistened with her vaginal juices. Andrea's hand stroking his dick was nice, but he'd rather be licking Barbie's pussy lips; or even better, deeply probing that slick pussy with his penis.

 Barbie didn't want to stop, because she couldn't believe a spanking could make her so aroused. She was horny as hell! She knew David was close to climaxing, but surprised to realize that she was about to lose it, too. She started sucking and stroking his cock again, determined to make him come before she did.

 Bambi waited for her sister to come up for air. This time when she smacked her ass, she didn't use her full force. She couldn't, because her hand was as sore as Barbie's bottom.

 "That's twenty. Only one more."

 Barbie only hissed with pain this time. She used her stroking hand to align David's dick with her spreading lips in preparation for resuming her blowjob.

 "Er," he grunted and forcefully ejaculated hot semen into her open mouth. Aghast, he tried to pull away, but Barbie swallowed the head of his cock and stroked his shaft while he continued squirting. She refused to release him until she'd licked and swallowed everything he had.

 As soon as she withdrew David's sticky dick from her mouth, Bambi hit her again.

 "OW!"

 "That's twenty-one," said Christopher.

 Andrea, still stroking the Gargarean's stiff cock and feeling fairly horny herself after staring at Barbie's aroused anatomy, said, "Now the pinch to grow an inch."

 "Here goes," said Bambi a moment before she reached between her sister's spread thighs and pinched her pussy.

 "OH!" cried Barbie as she climaxed.

 "EWW!" complained Bambi when her sister's hot juices splashed onto her hand. She complained, "It's not funny," when the others laughed.

 "Mmm," sighed Christopher as semen spurted from his dick for the third time that night.

 From the top of the stairs, Carol called, "Guys, it's after midnight. You can go home now."

 "In a minute," replied David as he quickly cleaned his cock. What a great way to earn a hundred bucks!