Stripper Misadventure.....

Stripper�s Misadventure

I have no idea what happened last night, but things sure have changed. I guess I should start off by telling you about myself. I am 29 years old, I work for a large securities down town. Everyone knows the market has been crazy lately and the big year end bonuses I had come to expect have been getting smaller and smaller. When a guy at the firm told me he knew how I could make $300 a night I was all ears.

His name is Rodney, everyone calls him Rod. He is about an inch taller than me at 6�2", and a little bit heavier. But he and are about the same size and shape. We both hits the gym located in the buildings basement every day, a lot of times at the same time. We get pumped up together a lot as we both are heavy in to body building. Not the freaky kind, but the kind to lure chicks in. I am really proud of my nice thick neck, big flat pecs, hard flat stomach, heavy muscled thighs and full round calves. And my guns (my biceps) are huge, I love to be in a meeting and lean back and pretend to stretch so that the boss�s sectary across form me can see my arms flex. My white smile makes her wet I know.
Yeah, I�ve hit that, more than once. She is a minx in bed, milked me dry. Yeah, I�m a straight boy, never any doubt. Until�

Rod told me that he had been going out with this stripper. The bitch kept telling Rod he looked so good and that she could set him up at a really good strip club, a sort of Chipendale�s type of place for women only. Rod said he tried it out, found it to be legit and said he made $300 the first night, mostly in tips.

He said I should come on down, that he would split the $100 finder�s fee with me if the club picked me up. Like I said, money�s been tight, and I figured making a cool $300 for dancing in my speedos for some horny over weight housewives would be fun.
I cam down to the club and met the manager, Mark. He asked me to take off my shirt and flex. He smiled and told Rod it would be cool, so Rod took me back to the dressing area.

I felt kind of funny being back there with about a dozen naked, and half naked guys, but Rid has assured me that everything was on the up and up. He picked out a Fireman�s outfit, pants and suspenders and a heavy coat.
"Rod, man, I can�t dance. This is weird."

"Shit dude, don�t worry. Just move around a little to the music. You�ll get the hang of it. And remember to take stuff off slowly." He smiled as I climbed into the gear, wearing only a very small posing strap underneath everything.

"He bud, about the johnson, keep your bad boy inside okay? If that thing even flashes you�re libel to get tossed out before you even start. But hey, here�s a tip, if you can, get it half hard. Make sure there�s a bulge in there so that gals can imagine what t looks like."

"Sure, okay."
"What�s wrong?"
"Nothing� well� I guess it doesn�t really matter. I think I�m just too nervous to worry about that right now. Maybe later, after I do it a couple of time."
"Oh man, of course. Hey, I got something that will help with that if you want."
I laughed, "What? Got some Viagra?"

"Naw man, that shit gets you hard, ladies don�t want to be scared, just teased. Here, take this, it will give you a little buzz down there, make you half hard."
I guess I should have refused, but Rod seemed to know what he was talking about, so I popped the pill.

I still don�t know what was in that pill, but about a half an hour later, when I was due to go on, it was working. My dick felt great, and was really half hard. The rest of me felt little pain as well. It was like I was buzzing from smoking some great weed. I asked Rod about it, he just smiled. "Yeah, it's a side effect. Great huh? No go out there and strip for some easy money!"

And I did. It went really well. I go tout there and the music started, I just sort of started moving. I couldn�t see much, but the ladies sure did, if I could judge by their screams. I instantly felt at home and relaxed.

I did the whole thing got down to my posing strap and let the gals stuff it with cash. A couple of hands got a feel, but most were too timid. By the time I got back stage I had a pouch full of bills. Rod was there and gave me a great big smile. He was dressed in a ChiPs motorcycle outfit. He looked very impressive.

"Good job bud. Here, hand Bill here your cash. He�s the club Safe. He�ll hang on to your tips and give them back at night. You can trust him with your life."

My head felt too light to argue, I was starting to trip on how goo I felt. And my dick was starting to get hard and harder.

Rod steered me back to the dressing room.
"Wow man, you were great. And you still got another show if you want. I bet you got $200 just that first time."

"Yeah man, it was easy. Felt good."
"Yeah bud, it definitely strokes the ego. Hey listen bud, I got a way you can make $500 guaranteed, plus tips, just for doing one show."
"Fuck Rod, I ain�t gonna hustle."

"Naw, listen. See, Mark, the go who owns this club, owns the building. On the other side, facing the cross street, is another strip club. Ever heard of Sweat�s?"
"Uh, no?"
"Look man, I�ll be honest. It�s a gay strip club."

I stood up. "Oh no way man. I ain�t about that at all." I wanted to leave, but when Rod pushed me back down I almost collapsed into my chair.

"Whoa, hold up bud. I ain�t queer either. That�s what makes this so cool. You just get up in front of a bunch of fags and strip down. The you disappear and come back here. See, the kitchen has an entrance to the next club. Both clubs share the same kitchen. So you never have to worry about some guy from Sweat�s waiting for you when you leave since you leave from here."

I thought about it, trying to clear my mind.

"$500, just for stripping?"
"Yeah man, I�ll be up there too, just follow my lead."
"Well, � okay."
"Great. Here, climb into this bud. Oh, and don�t bother with the posing strap, you�ll get bigger tips if you go commando."

Rod handed me a ChiP�s uniform like the one he had on. I put it on and marveled at how tight it fit. The polyester fabric gave slightly, letting my bulging arms and legs fill out, and letting my dick make a nice outline down my thigh. I felt like a million bucks and was rock hard now. Now that I think about it, I guess I was horny.

Then Rod gave me a belt, and it had what appeared to be a real handgun in the holster. He had one too.
"They�re just for show bud. It�s against state law to have guns on stage, so they are glued in. Here, see?" He gave a tug at the gun in my belt. It stayed put.

"Come on man, let�s go give those fags a show!"
Rod led me through to the back stage of the other club. The place sounded full from what I could hear. I should have been nervous, but instead I felt strangely calm, clam and horny.

"Okay man, here we go. Follow my lead okay? Oh, and here it�s okay to flash �em the worm!"

I stood there for a second dumbfounded. "What?" But Rod had already go on stage and someone behind me gave me a shove on stage too.

The stage was not huge and barely held us two muscle studs. But the club was huge, a sea of half-naked male bodies in front of  us.  Rod turned to e a grinned.
"Here goes man."

The music started, a loud and steady beat. Rod started to move and so did I. He ran his hands up and down his body, teasing the men. He grabbed his ass and did a bumping dance to the edge and back. I mirrored his moves exactly.

After a few minutes of that I saw that Rod suddenly had a mic in his hand.
"Hey studs!!!" Rod�s voice was loud and commanding. A huge cheer went up.

"Officer Smith here." Another cheer, did they know him? "I would like to introduce the newest rookie at the precinct, Officer Jackson!"
I did a small bow and the crowd went nuts.

"Yes men, he is a real stud huh? Officer Jackson here is the real deal men. He�s just been over next door getting jiggy with the ladies. And later one he�s goin home with one of them!" A large boo went up. "Unless you guys can change�his�mind!" A huge cheer.
Even through the fog I was getting nervous. Where was this going?

The crowd began to chant "Dance, dance, dance!" so we began to dance again. But this time Rod directed his dance towards me. Almost like he was seducing me. He flexed his arms and his pecs, shoved his ample package out in my direction. He had a shit-eating grin on his face.

Me, I was flying, the music was so loud, my brain so high. Everytime I showed off to Rod the crowd roared, it just encouraged me to do more.

Suddenly Rod reached out and touched my chest, deftly rubbing a nipple for a moment. Ripples of electricity went through my body. I couldn�t help it, I let out a moan.
"Like that Officer Jackson?!" Rod�s booming voice brought me back. What had I just done? Why was I getting off on another man�s touch? But  before I could respond he reached out and grabbed the other nipple, this time working it hard between his gloved fingers. I moaned again.

"I think Officer Jackson is warming to this folks!" The crowd roared again. Rod stepped closer. I looked at him and mouthed "no." He just smiled and reach with both gloved hands and began kneading both pecs. I tried to back away but the stage was too small, there was no where to go. Plus it did feel good, and my dick was achingly hard.

Rod�s hands were all over, feeling my biceps, my chest , my stomach, and then. Oh god, and then!
His hand cupped my hard dick.
"Weapon check Jackson!" he grabbed it and squeezed it hard. I moaned again, throw my head back.

"Careful Jackson, don�t fire that thing too soon!"
The crowd was loving it. Cheering on Rod. He moved in closer, his hand cupping my ass while the other hand grabbed the top of my shirt. It was designed so it snapped rather than buttoned. With one motion he pulled, unsnapping the shirt and exposing my chest. The cheer was so loud I through the place would collapse.

Now Rod�s gloved hand was working my naked pec directly, pinching and kneading my nipple. All I cold do was moan as I felt wave after wave of sexual energy coarse through me.

"Okay, enough fun Officer Jackson, Officer Smith needs some attention now! Kneel!"
I looked at him, my mind struggling to clear. Kneel? I knew that that meant and there was no way. The crowd began t chant "Kneel Kneel Kneel!" With a steady hand Rod pushed me down and I felt myself going to my knees despite my best efforts to resist. When I landed on my knees Rod�s crotch was eye level, his rock hard huge dick was sheathed in the tan stretchy fabric, pulsing, even leaking  a little. I looked up and saw pure lust in hi eyes.

"Get me wet boy!" His voice bellowed. The crowd cheered. He pushed my head in until my mouth was on the tip of his dick. I don�t know why but I licked the fabric. I think I was too horny at this point. My mind lost in lust. I licked it again, feeling the hard flesh underneath the pants. His gloved hand pushed my face away and went up to his zipper. I tried to back away but his other hand held me. I knew, I knew�

He slowly unzipped the pants, and as he did his fat cock shaft came into view. It was huge, fatter than mine, and longer than mine. It was ugly, but powerful. With a grunt he fished it out, pre cum splattering my face as the dick gained freedom.

It went quiet as the two of us were frozen in time. Rod, standing above me, his rock hard dick out of his pants and pointed at me. Me, kneeling, dressed as a cop, regretting that I ever came out here.

"You know what to do boy. Dontcha?" His grin was evil. He was enjoying this on another level beyond just pure sex. I looked up, my eyes pleaded with him to stop, knowing full well he would not.

"Suck boy." His command was quiet, almost a whisper. Suddenly the crowd came back to life.

"Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck!" The chant was endless as he pushed my head towards the larger than life cock. As my lips met the soft/hard/hot flesh I let them open, my mind body and soul surrendering to the moment.

I began to suck on the dick like is was some sort of lollipop. My mind going on a trip to its outer reaches, barely aware of the what was going on.
"Yeah, good Officer!" Rod moaned as I kept sucking. "Now you know what they mean by corruption in the police force!" A loud roar went up.

Then I sensed rather than felt a cold metal against my temple. I looked with my ears and went wide. It was Rod�s run, out of his holster! I looked up and he laughed.

"Come on punk, slip this gun in there with my other one. Come on slut, suck gun metal!"

He pushed the barrel into my mouth. The metal was cold against his hot cock, and tasted like blood.

"Sheeeeet boy, gonna make yer new daddy pop a load. Tell you what, why don�t we take it to the next level." He roughly shoved my head off, his dick and gun popping out of my mouth. The crowd began to chant, but I could not hear what it was. Rod pulled me up. He had that evil grin on his face again. Slowly what the crowd was saying became clear�

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
"Oh God no Rod, come on man, give it a rest. I gotta go." I was scared now, my mind was clearing up.

"Awwwww, poor officer Jackson got his daddy all worked up and now wants to go hooooooome."

The crowd�s chant became more intense. Suddenly I felt someone grab my arms and my spirits crashed as I felt cuffs begging put on my wrists. One of the club bouncers had cuffed me. He had lifted my arms so they were above my head as he cuffed me. He secured the cuffs to a hook above the stage. Now I was hung out on stage, my uniform shirt wide open and my dick straining against my breeches despite my growing fear.
"Well,well" Rod said into the microphone. "Looks like Officer Jackson gets off on this a little!" His hand grabbed my dick and gave it a squeeze through the pants. Then he turned me around, unhooked my pants and pulled them down with a fluid motion. It was happening way too fast.

"Sorry Officer, sorry to rush things, but daddy�s got a load he needs to get off fast." I felt his hand go up under my shirt and slide down my back. When he got to my exposed buttocks his finger took over, sliding in-between my cheeks into my ass crack. A shiver went up my body.

"Listen up men, this is how you slut out astraight boy. First you wiggle you finger a little on their rosebud."

He did and I moaned, my dick, which was hanging out the front of my pants, pointing away from the front of the stage, jerked up.
"Wiggle, wiggle wiggle, oops! It slipped in a bit!"

"Ungh!"
"Well, let�s not yank it out just yet, let�s see if it goes in further. Ohhhhh yeah,just like that folks. Like that officer?" He held the mic up to my mouth.
"I, uh, ohhhh goooooood.Please Rod�" Before I could beg him to take it out he took away the mic.

"Please what Jackson, please fuck your ass? Patience buddy!" He jammed his finger all the way up.
"Now we see how many fingers this stud can take. Here goes number two, ungh, oh, yeah, tight fit there officer. You must do a lot of squat thrusts at the gym! Here comes number three. Hmmm, doesn�t look like it will fit. I �m going to have to use some force. Sorry about that Officer. What? You want me to stop? But officer, my dick is bigger than three fingers. Just relax. There you go. Give in to it, let the feelings guide you. Oh yeah man."

I was trying to relax, trying to get away, anything. My whole body was trembling. Suddenly Rod withdrew his fingers, leaving my asshole twitching in recovery. He grabbed the mic again.

"Alrighty then, before we get the main event I think you all are still waiting on something, right? And I aim to please!"

The music got louder and from the corner of my eye I could see Rod begin to strip, despite the fact that his hard dick hung out of his motorcycle breeches. He was a showman to the last.

With the grace of a dancer the big muscled stud slowly and teasingly removed his shirt,revealing the broad muscled chest. Rod had carefully shaved it clean to show off his awesome pecs and washboard stomach. Constant chants hurried him along to the next stage, sliding off those tight breeches and flexing his massive thighs. His breeches unzipped on the calves enough that he could slide them off and still keep on his tall black boots.

Soon enough he was stark naked except for the boots and a pair of short tight leather gloves. From a box on stage he took two arm bands, silver metal, and slid them up to his bulging biceps. He then paraded around, showing off his body, his stiff prick bouncing to the beat. One of the bodyguards handed him a cigar and he puffed away at that. His dick was dripping. He was ready to get off and I knew how he would do it.
He got the body guard to help him put more straps on me until my body was suspended by a series of slings and chains. I was spread eagle in mid air, my virgin ass crotch level with Rod.

"Thanks for waiting officer Jackson!" Rod smacked my ass, a cheer went up. My face burned red.

"Get ready buddy to become a butt fag, no more mister straight guy for you!"
His fingers were playing with my ass, and despite myself my dick hung ramrod stiff down, dripping cum of its own. I was so horned up.

Rod was agonizingly slow, I later learned not out of kindness, but to milk the crowd. He took his sweet time sinking his fat prick into my ass, enjoying my moans and begging screams to stop.

By the time he had reached the end, his cock all the way up my ass, my mind was shot, wandering lost from a mixture of pain and horniniess. The crowd began to chant again.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Rod obliged them and began to pump his fat cock in and out of my abused ass. He reached around and put a bottle under my nose.

"Breath deep fuckwad." I sniffed in the bottle and right away my mind began to fly. I could feel my ass relax some and at the same time Rod picked up the pace. Soon he was pounding his thick body against my ass, his cock pile-driving into me, wrecking everything I knew about myself.

With a mighty groan I felt him suddenly pull all the way out. I turned my head to watch as he grabbed his dick and jerked it quickly three times, hard. Jets of milky cum flew out and landed all over my back as he screamed obscenities. The crowd�s roar was deafening.

It was only  a minute but it seem like forever until his cock stopped pumping out seed. He saw the look of shock on my face and smiled. He was coming back down the earth. He leaned over and whispered to me.

"Damn that was hot buddy. Let�s get you back stage and I�ll work that crank for ya!" He unshackled me and helped me stand. The crowd was cheering wildly. Rod motioned for me to bow so I did. Meanwhile the bouncers had taken out our boots and let the crowd "tip" us. I was handed my two boots stuffed full of cash.

Rod led me back to the dressing room in silence. I was took shocked to say anything, and still naked (Rod had managed to slip his breeches back on, but had not bothered to zip them up, letting his fat soft dick hang out, dripping cum. I hung my head in shame as he paraded us through the kitchen. The men there let out wolf whistles and cat calls.
Finally back in the dressing room he pushed me down onto the couch. All the other strippers were out front for a big finale.

"Stay here bud, I gotta whiz but when I get back I�ll get you off."

But no sooner had Rod ducked out than Mark, the club owner came in the room. He smiled as he saw me, covered in sweat and cum, naked, sitting on the couch. I smiled weakly at him, still in a daze. He had changed into a tight spandex t shirt and very tight shiny silver pants that looked like chrome but felt like rubber. I could see a huge hardon snaking down the right side of the jeans. He came closer until his bulge was at my eye level.

"Nice job out there punk. Fuck you were hot. How about a little action until your boyfriend gets back."
"Um, no thanks, and he�s not�"

SMACK! His hand landed on my face. I am sure I looked stunned.

"Listen cumdump, a slutty whore like you does a she is told, got that? How much money you think is stuffed in those boots? When Bill counts out the cash in em I bet there�s over a couple G�s there, and unless you want that cold cash to go missing I suggest you show me a little respect! Now open that mouth and work my dick mound fucker."

I nervously glanced around for Rod, but he still wasn�t back. I wasn�t sure what to do, but Mark�s hand on the back of my head let me know I didn�t really have a choice.
"Sheeeet, always the same with you repressed fags, not understanding that you need what Mark can give you. Tongue that dick mound bud, feel that? That ain�t no steroid shrunk dick like your fag pal Rod, that there is prime all American stud beef. Fuck you up bad. Come on baby, take the edge off for Daddy. Here, let me fish that fucker out. Ungh, damn! Caught again. Fucker�s so big once it gets hard it�s really difficult to pull it out. Ahhhh! Yeah, there it is fucker. 11 inches of god damn stud flesh throbbin and a� bobbin. Come on fucker, get those lips around the head. Fat fucker huh? I knew you were cunt the moment I laid eyes on you. Big pumped up muscle boy is just a little panty wearin slut when it gets down to it. Look at how hard you dick is man. Fuck, I got chicks less fuckin easy for it than you are. Look how you suck my bone right on up, halfway down that whose throat. Man Rod needs to farm your ass out more, you obvisouly ain�t getting enough man dick down that cum drain you call a throat. Shit with a mouth like yours workin the urinals next door I could charge guys 10$ just to take a whiz. Ungh! Yeah, you�d like that huh?  A bunch of horny sweaty guys lettin loose streams of yellow beer piss. Fuck yeah!"

"Fuck Mark, don�t kill the kid, he�s  a gold mine!"
"Shut the fuck up Rod. I gotta get off and get off hard right now. Shouldn�ta left your cunt alone. Go out and tell the other guys that they all get a free round on this worthless cunt."

When I heard that I knew I had to get away, but Mark�s hand just shoved me down further on his dick.

"Yes boy, I know you�re eager to swallow the other guys, but first your new master needs to get his rocks off. Ungh! Yeah, here is comes fucker!"
Mark began recklessly shoving my face down on his long hard cock. It was all I could do to get air into my lungs as his fat schlong blocked my airways.

I never did taste the fucker�s sperm until he drew the cock out. He had shot sperm right into my stomach as far as I could tell.

He casually wiped his still dripping cock on my face. Then he reached over and got a bottle of water.

"Here boy, take this." He handed me the bottle and a pill. "No questions, just take it. Yeah, I�m selling your mouth out to 20 horny male strippers, but I ain�t  a monster. That pill you just took will make things a lot of fun, even for your worthless ass."

I barely remember the rest of the night. Images of all sorts of cocks being shoved into my mouth are all I can recall. That and the amazing pain and pleasure of, at the end of the night, riding Mark's massive dick to a ball busting orgasm on both of ours part.

The next morning I woke up naked in my own bed. Light was streaming into the bed room. I was hung over and my dick was rock hard. I started to recall what had happened and sat bolt upright. What the fuck had just occurred? Had I really done all that shit, and done it with other guys?

Then I saw the boots, two tall black shiny boots at the foot of my bed. They were both chock full of bills, most of them 20s. But before I could count it there was a knock at the door.

I scrambled and got into a pair of running shorts. When I opened the door there stood Rod. He was grinning ear to ear, wearing very short levi cut offs and a tank top.
"You fucker!" I launched at him, but between my hangover and his massive body he had me pinned against the wall in no time flat.

"Calm the fuck down buddy. Jesus! I know you may be a little mad at me right now but you�ll see the light soon. Did you find the boots?" I shook my head yes.

"Count the money yet? No? I did, just over 4 grand in them. Yeah, four thousand dollars! And there�s more of that were it came from too. Mark wants you to come to a party tonight, you and I will be the main event as it were."
"What do I have to do?" Rod Smiled.

"Not much, strip, fuck around with me� oh and take my fist."
"Up my ass?! No fucking way!!!" I spat in Rod�s face, a mistake.

"Oh man fucker, that was not called for. Fuckin ungrateful punk! I was gonna give you some juice to get you goin, but fuck that! I�m under orders from Mark to work on your suckin technique all day if I have too, and trust me buddy, we are gonna take all day. And then, tonight? All fuckin night till you take my steroid built fist up that goddamn formerly straight tight ass of yours!"