Date: Mon, 30 Dec 2019 21:52:36 -0800 From: Andy Parker Subject: The Flashlight Club in Bisexual-adult-youth ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Eroticism at it's best and it's worst (mea culpa). Support NIFTY. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ *The Flashlight Club* I ran my finger around his erect nipple and then over the top on the pink tipped nodule. The sensation for me of doing that was ostensibly much the same as doing it to a woman but psychologically it caused me at bit of unease. Other than my own, it was the first time I had touched another man's body like this and I was somewhat discomfited. `You'll get to like it' intoned my girlfriend Flora smiling at me with a sexy and teasing look on her face. Angela's camera flashed. Flora had arranged our club date with much anticipation. It was the one night in the week when males were allowed in the Flashlight Club. The Flashlight was an establishment of the woman, by the women and for the woman and in spite of efforts to take it down by various civic troglodytes, it was not about to perish from the earth. Men and boys were allowed only in the custody of women or girls and were strictly under female control throughout their visit. Any male reprobate who attempted to assert a dominant personality was stripped naked, slapped a few times on his wilting cock and booted out of the club, his clothes thrown after him. Men brought on the premises by their female guardians were allowed no opinions or arguments about what was to happen to them. They were delivered there for female voyeuristic and male submissive purposes only and were informed in advance that they would be treated as objects and play toys at the whims of the women. NO ifs, ands or buts. Butts OK, Flora would add. Pretty ones at least. Only a man with low self esteem would ever consider such an experience. I couldn't wait to go. In honor of the obedient male guests, pictures of naked men were posted on the walls in various stages of undress and homo-erotic engagement. The submissive males, most of whom were either 'straight' or bi, understood that their owners would expect them to participate with each other in either intimate or orgiastic gay sex. Knowing this in advance helped them to prepare not only for the gay sex part but also for having their girlfriends watch and catcall them. All the boys and men were instructed to dress as if they were going to a gay bar with the expectation that they would be picking up at least one mouth watering hunk for their pleasure. Since the men had been vetted not only for having a facilitating girlfriend but also for their masculine or boyish beauty, there would be no lack of aesthetic and sexual appeal for the women witnessing their activities. I was wondering why I was selected. In comparison to the others, I felt like a light under a bushel hiding a diminutive luminescence. `You'll do fine squirt' Flora encouraged. 'After all, your penis is cute enough to get anybody off just by staring at it'. That comment was almost too absurd to be believable but I enjoyed having Flora say it to me. In truth, on several occasions Flora had masturbated to climax just looking at my penis, once while I was sleeping. My kind of girl. When Flora and I arrived, we sat in seats in front of a small stage. Usually an all female band would be playing there for the girls to dance to but this time there were just 2 chairs sitting on the stage with a small table between them. A water bottle and 2 glasses were on the table. A large screen behind the stage was starting to light up as Flora and I sat down. The lights dimmed and the audience of about 24 people seated around us applauded. The gender of the gathering seemed to be about equally mixed between male and female and likely several transsexuals as well. The females looked confident and excited but most males, including myself, had expectant and anxious looks on their faces. A woman in a tight breast revealing bodice, very short leather skirt and very tall open toe shoes entered the stage pulling a man on a leash behind her. He was naked except for a tiny man strap which emphasized the size of his scrotal bulge. The spotlight focusing on him revealed a lightly tanned, rather slender but shapely and totally hairless body. `Sit down slave' the Mistress ordered `and spread your legs!'. The slave complied. `Wider idiot. If you want more than one boy to service you you're going have to open wider'. He opened as wide as possible after which his owner strapped his widely splayed legs in that position with leather wrappings around the back of the chair. His bulge swelled even more. `Would you like to be there between his legs, Dicky?. I bet he tastes good.' The mistress, overhearing Flora's comment, smirked out into the audience. `Have no doubt. Some of the cretins in the audience will be up here tasting cock.' `You go Marny' Flora shouted getting a double thumbs up from the domi-diva. Suddenly, a women appeared on the video screen above the stage with the heel of her shoe resting on a mans penis head flopped back on his belly as he lay naked on his back. It looked as if she (who might have been Marny) was going to push her shoe down on the hapless knob but the screen changed before that could be seen. Now, two Latino boys were in a shower. One was soaping up the other, front and back. Their bodies were so smooth and sexy, the audience (or at least the males) panted with desire. As the boy with the soap was about to focus his cleansing on the erecting phallus of the other, the screen went dark and the spotlight flicked on, focusing on the stage. Groans from the audience. `You didn't think I was going to show all that sexy hand-to-cock stuff, did you kiddies?' Marny sneered. `Yes' I inadvertently blurted out and my cheeks flared. The regal look in my direction from the stage was accompanied by audience laughter. `Who said that. Stand up!' she demanded. I raised a sheepish hand. Marny raised a hand over her eyes to block out the light. She saw me standing awkwardly and ordered me up to the stage. `You can come too, Flora'. It seems that Flora and the Mistress knew each other. I shuffled up to the stage fearful and excited at the same time. Flora followed behind and was greeted fulsomely by the Mistress. The two women began extravagantly kissing each other much to my voyeuristic pleasure. Marny noticed my gaze, reached over to push me toward the spread leg and bound man in the chair. `Kneel down in front of him, boy'. I toppled over comically from her push and landed on my side, flailing about like a bee in a bottle. `Ow'. I whimpered like a spanked puppy from the pain although the embarrassment was even more disagreeable. But the sight of the gorgeous barely covered package of the man sitting spread-eagled above me was encouraging. `Run your hands up his thighs, girl' I was ordered. I complied. Very smooth and creamy to the touch. Not like most men. `Do you like it?' `Uh huh' I mumbled understating how much I enjoyed caressing his silky thighs. `Lick his thighs'. I complied. The sensation was like licking a boys thighs which I had done several times and loved. `Do you like it?' `Very much' I garbled while continuing to lick. Marny and Flora were standing next to me, watching. I heard whispering between them. Suddenly, I felt Flora kneeling next to me on the floor tugging at my zipper. The situation started getting out of control though I continued to caress and lick the slaves thighs. Somehow Flora managed to get me unzipped and unpantsed in one swooping move. Marny shouted at me `Show me his cock!', I complied with gusto and yanked off his flimsy bikini strip. His penis flopped out and palpitated in front of my eyes. Oh my god, it was BEAUTIFUL!. Flora reached between my naked legs and began squeezing my balls. My penis pulsated rhythmically with that of the slave. `Suck it creep!' I complied with unbridled lust. The swollen glans drove into my mouth like a piston on steroids. I had never felt such penile endowment pass between my lips and fill my mouth with such rigid masculinity. I almost fainted. But not yet. For 10 minutes, I became the copulating tool of Marny's demands, Flora's genital stroking and the slaves enormous pleasure principle. So hard, so hot, so all consuming and, ultimately, so consummating. Within seconds I toppled backward onto the floor my mouth drooling cum.