Date: Thu, 6 Oct 2011 17:18:08 +0100
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: Chapter Seven. The Gentleman's Club part two.

Massage Me

by Alex Carbine

This one is for Michael, who suggested the theme when he e-mailed me.

Chapter Seven.

The Gentleman's Club.  (part 2)


	At the top of the stairs I decided to turn left and go
anti-clockwise, visiting every third door, for no other reason than it had
come into my head not to do the usual thing. So, the third door I came to,
I walked straight in.

	A man was handcuffed to the laddering that was on the walls. He was
naked and his cock was hard stiff. One of the 'boys' was there with a
cat-o-nine-tails whip. There were three other adults present, one wanking
as he sat, the other two on the floor 69ing as they watched. The 'boy'
whipped the man on the chest, not very hard, but enough to leave marks. I
left them to it.

	There were 24 doors around the four walls, 6 to each wall. I went
into the next third doorway, which was in the corner of the room. A man was
laying on his back in a sling, with his feet up in the stirrups of the
supporting chains. Two men were watching a third as he inserted his white
greased fist into the rectum of the man in the sling, up to his elbow. One
man was wanking himself, the other was wanking himself as he sucked the
fister. A fourth man was having his cock sucked by the man being fisted,
holding onto the frame with both hands, his cock firmly thrust into the
mouth of the man on his back. I left them to it.

	On the next wall the third door presented me with a group
orgy. Several 'boys' and their partners were strewn around the room either
standing, kneeling sat or laying, but each couple were fucking or sucking,
some their partners, some other partners, but all were engaged in some form
of sex. I lingered in the doorway, wanking my rampant hard-on, but I could
see no real opening for me. I left them to it.

	The next doorway I entered was on the next corner. The lights were
very dim in here and it was only when my eyes adjusted to the gloom that I
saw there was a massage table near the opposite wall. As I approached it
the light from the chandeliers in the hall outside disappeared. I looked
behind me and the door had been closed. "I thought that nothing was
Private, no door was closed," I said aloud, wondering what room I had
walked into.

	Again it took me a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the very
low light, but now I was able to see that there were six 'boys' in this
room. Two were laying on a sofa, one wanking the other's cock as they lay
together, cuddling and kissing. One was on his knees on all fours, and
there was a 'boy' at his rear, fucking him, and a 'boy' at his head, also
fucking him. The sixth boy was the one who closed the door behind
me. "Punters can't lock the doors, 'cos they don't have keys..... We do,
Mister." He let that sink in for a couple of seconds. "Wanna stay, or wanna
go?" he asked simply. In this dim light I could see that he was slowly
wanking his cock as he waited for my answer. "So long as I can walk away
without any blood being shed," I answered, "I think it's a STAY."

	The 'boy' came over to me and pushed himself against my side, his
stiff cock at my front, a hand round my shoulder. "What shall we call you?"
he asked feeling my cock with his other hand. "I answer to Alex, Alex
Carbine," I said. "You the guy that writes stories?" asked a 'boy' without
a moment's hesitation, as he fucked the ass of the lad on all fours. "Yes,
I am that Alex Carbine." There was a moment's silence. Then the lad hanging
off my shoulder unwound himself and went over to the door. The lights
raised up enough to be able to see without using Braille.

	"Wow! Are you really THE Alex Carbine, the guy who writes THOSE
stories?" he asked as he came back from the door. "Well, Yes. I am the
writer Alex Carbine," I said feeling a bit unsure at the adulation I was
getting. "You look older than I thought," said the one fucking the mouth on
the floor. My balloon burst. "Not that it matters, of course," he added
hastily, but the damage was done. "Young man, you are only as old as the
boy you are feeling," I said with a straight face, and he looked contrite
until he worked out what I had just said. "Fuck off," he said with a smile,
using probably the maximum extent of his vocabulary. "By the way," I said,
"exactly how old are you all?"

	"It says we are all over 18 on our contracts," said one of the two
laying on the sofa, "and we would never need to lie...... Honest Mister!"
he said. By the way the others laughed hollowly, I felt that the truth had
been slightly stretched, but who was I to question a legal contract? And I
did not often have six youths around me in a locked room.

	"So what brings you here?" asked Matt, the doorkeeper. "It is a
pure accident. I am in London for a meeting, and was trying to find an
address, when I became lost. Walking down the street outside, I saw others
entering, so followed them in. That's it in a nutshell," I said. "Christ!"
said the other one on the sofa, "A fucking fluke. One in a million!" I was
later to find out he was Greg and his mate wanking him was Hal. "So how
come you know of me?" I asked the mouth fucker, named Art, who had been the
first to recognise my name. "Easy," he said, shrugging his shoulders, "I've
read Nifty for several years now, and your writing keep on popping up." "I
expect you are read all over the world," volunteered 'the one in the
middle' now his mouth was not full of cock, named Will. "Well I have had
e-mails from most of the continents of the world, from America to India," I
said. "Wow" interjected the ass fucker called Viv, "I've never met an
'International Author' before." "That's 'cos you nevver met a Author
before, Viv, that's why!" sneered Matt, who appeared to be their Leader.

	By this time my cock had lost its' 'eagerness', and so I asked what
the boys were going to do with me. "What would you like, Mr Carbine. The
world is your lobster, as Delboy would say!" said Hal, sitting up. I
motioned to the massage table. "I've had a busy day, an exciting evening so
far, and I would love a massage from you guys. Can you do that?" I
asked. "I think we may be able to accommodate you, Sir," said Matt, looking
at the others. They all nodded back to him. "In that case," he continued,
"If Sir would like to get his kit awf, we would be eager to oblige."

	When I removed my towel, Greg commented, "Nice ring you got there!"
as the light reflected off my cock-ring. Quick as a flash his mate Hal
asked, "You talking 'bout the front of the back?" I climbed onto the table
and Matt lowered the lights to a comfortable low level. I now left myself
in the hands of these young sexual maniacs.

	Laying on my front, with my legs apart, my arms by my side and my
head in the padded hole at the end of the table, I waited for something to
happen. My first sensation was that warmed oil, smelling of lavender, was
gently smoothed over my shoulders. Matt's voice near my head said, "You are
in one of the Gentleman's Club massage rooms. This one we normally reserve
for ourselves, but fortunately for us, you walked in before I locked the
door. Just relax and put yourself in our hands. We are going to lead you
down a path you have never experienced. Nothing bad will happen, and if you
are unsure then tell us to stop, and we will stop, and try something
else. OK? Stop is stop." I nodded that I understood. I felt less anxious.

	I now felt the oil was being smoothed over my shoulders by two
boys, each working their own side. Then each of my legs were anointed with
warm oil and gently rubbed, individually. Then my buttocks were being
rubbed and I felt the excess oil run down my crack and across my hole to my
balls. For about a minute or two, the boys ministrated to the whole of my
exposed back.

	I had my eyes closed, until I heard a childish giggle from what
appeared to be below me. Looking down, I looked into the face of Art, the
mouth fucker. "Allo!" he said with a grin, "Fancy wrapping your laughing
gear round this, and doing something naughty?" and with that his face
disappeared as his body slid out from under the table on a platform not
unlike that which a car mechanic uses. His semi-erect cock came into
view. I would say he was probably about normal sized for his age,
circumcised, and obviously willing. The platform rose as he jacked it up,
until I had no choice but to suck his now almost hard erection. At the same
time, whoever was massaging my buttocks now chose the time to push an oiled
butt plug of some kind into my ass, not too big but big and long enough. I
let him. It felt nice. I was now sucking a boy's cock, and having my ass
filled with a butt plug. What more could I ask?

	A hatch in the table were my cock was opened, and my cock and balls
fell through as they were now unsupported. A not-adult hand took my stiff
cock and started to wank it. Another fondled my balls. Someone removed the
plug and replaced it with a rubber cock. I relaxed and let the unyielding
helmet enter my anus, followed by, it felt like, more than 6 inches of
solid and veined shaft. Plus I was almost deep throating Art's cock. And my
shoulders and buttocks continued to be massaged. What next?

	I lay for the next few minutes accepting their treatment
gratefully. It was marvellous! Then the dildo was withdrawn. What next I
wondered? Nothing changed until I felt one of the boys climb onto the table
with me, to lay on top and along my back. He was not heavy. I felt his hard
cock on my perineum, the skin between my hole and behind my balls. He
humped me a few times without actually entering me. Then he did. And he was
bigger than I expected, but not too big, seeing as I had been opened up
with the dildo. He slid his cock into me and then rested, to let me feel
his width and length. He filled my ass, and stretched my ring, but I was
able to cope. No call for 'Stop!' yet.

	Then he started to fuck me. With long slow strokes he thrust and
withdrew, each way his cock touching the bits it needed to inside me,
whilst my cock was given an expert blow-job and the inside of my mouth was
massaged by Art's cock. I realised then that Art was the only operative I
knew to be where he was. The rest were now faceless but proving to be
expert in their particular field. That was why the room had six boys in it.

	When I could feel my balls tightening in someone's grasp, Art's
cock withdrew, the blow-job stopped, the boy climbed off my back after the
cock pulled out of my ass. I lay there in the semi-dark with my eyes
closed. Matt's voice, close to my ear, told me, "It's too early to cum,
Alex. Do you want to turn over now?" I opened my eyes and saw the
floor. The light had been turned up a few notches and I turned on my side
and swung my feet over the side of the table. They were standing in a line,
like six of Snow White's dwarfs. Art was gently wanking his hard-on. I
guessed Greg and Hal were the boys at my cock. Will and Viv were probably
the masseurs. Matt was the one who fucked me. I think. All still had the
permanent erections that seemingly were requisite with the job.

	The hatch in the middle of the table was closed and the head hole
plugged, with a pillow put over it to give my head a bit of support. I lay
on my back and again relaxed with my hands by my side. This time I could
see who was doing what. Greg and Hal started spreading the warm oil over my
chest, their palms brushing over my nipples, causing them to go hard. Art
and Viv started on my legs, Art massaging the soles of my feet, Viv each
leg in turn from ankle to just above my knees. Will and Matt stood either
side of me, I guess Will was on a step-up, as he was not as tall as
Matt. They both leaned against the table and filled each of my hands with
their balls. I lay relaxed, accepting from each their gift as they gave
it. Will and Matt started to run their oily cocks into my hands, which I
rolled closed, so that their stiff cocks began to fuck my fingers and
palms, the tops of their helmets running across the underneath of my curled
fingers. I watched as they leaned over me and kissed, their cocks in my
hands, pulsing and twitching.

	Then they withdrew and Will climbed up on to the table. Facing me,
he put his knees either side of my stomach, his legs wide, his little cock
stiff and proud. I took hold of his cock and gave it a few pumps, before he
leaned forward, stopping my wanking but enabling him to give me a kiss. Our
lips met. His mouth opened. His tongue pushed into my mouth, letting mine
enter his. Then he rocked back upright, but Matt now held my stiff cock,
and he guided it to Will's tight hole, the same hole that had recently been
fucked by Viv, and so was easier to enter now. Holding it at Will's
entrance, Matt's hand came round his body and started to wank Will's cock
as he sank back onto my cock. I watched his face as it concentrated, and
felt his ring relax and slide down my rock hard cock. Halfway down he
rested and looked into my face and smiled. "Don't worry," he said, "I play
with big toys as well!" and with that he let his body drop so that I was
fully impaled in his love-glove and he was sitting firmly on my
cock-ring. He brought his knees up and sat completely filled, with Matt
doing his best now to suck the stub of his cock showing out of his lap. I
was able to reach Matt's cock and he let me wank him.

	With his feet either side of my chest, and his hands behind him
near my knees, Will was able to raise and lower himself, his stiff cock now
able to be easily sucked by Matt as he raised and lowered himself on my
prick. Viv reached in and began to play with my balls and rub his fingers
across my hole. Greg climbed up and showed me the butt-plug he had stuck in
his ass before turning round and and kneeling either side of my chest,
where I was able to suck his cock and play with the plug in his ass,
pulling it in and out. He was oozing his clear boy pre-cum in my mouth, a
very distinctive taste on my tongue. I felt the hatch in the table under my
bum open again, and at Matt's request, used my hands to pull my bum cheeks
apart. I don't know if it was Viv or Art, but the cock dildo was re-entered
into my hole, and it began to fuck me.

	So, Matt was sucking Will, whilst I was still wanking him, and Will
was fucking up and down on my cock. Greg was filling my mouth with his
sweet nectar. It must have been Art who was shafting me with the rubber
dildo from under the table, as Hal and Viv appeared in my sight on either
side of my head and commenced some serious wanking. I was able to watch
their hands pump up and down their cocks, Viv had a foreskin which slid
over and back off his helmet, and see their balls swing forwards and back
in their sacks as they wanked themselves.

	Then Greg pulled out of my mouth and started wanking furiously as
well. It was Hal who leaned in first with a "Open your mouth!" shout. I
opened my mouth and he shot a couple of ropes of his watery spunk into it,
before dribbling the rest off his hand and cock slit. Then Viv leaned in
and I was able to suck him as he wanked until he shot his boy load into the
back of my throat, spurting wildly some six and seven times before he was
spent. Then Greg pushed him away. I watched as his piss slit seemed to open
up and spunk globs spurted onto my nose and top lip as he pumped his
cock. Then it spurted again and it went into my hair. Then another spurt as
he continued to pump, and that landed on my cheek, almost into my right
eye. Then he pushed his hips forward and I was able to suck the remaining
offerings directly from his tube.

	Matt pulled away from Will's cock and it began spurting into the
air at first as he bumped up and down my hard erection, then dribbling down
the shaft as it simply boiled up out of his balls. Each time he shot his
cum, his ass clenched my cock, then he continued to do this until I came my
lumps some seconds later, flooding myself deep into his intestines as I
emptied my full-to-the-brim testicles, the ring muscle of my hole gripping
again and again at the shaft of the rubber cock stuck in my ass.

	Will sat on my cock without moving, apparently enjoying the sticky
feeling of me stuck up inside him. Matt stood on one side and Art on the
other of me. Like Hal and Viv, they wanked themselves fast and furiously,
but unlike those two, they had stuffed dildos into their bums, and were
working them as they wanked. I reached my arms round them and took hold of
the fuck-sticks, pushing and pulling them in and out of their bums as they
wanked to their climax, each cumming over my face, and each other, as the
first spurt of each of them was so strong it missed me completely, hitting
the other's body, to dribble obscenely towards their cocks as they wanked
and emptied themselves.

	We had now all cum and the boys were full of excitement and chatter
in which I joined. They showed me a shower room adjoining, and it was a big
enough 'wet room' for all of us to enjoy a mutual soap down and shower. All
the boys washed each other and took great delight in soaping and washing
me, especially my cock, balls and hole, all of which had had enough for
that night.

	I picked up the towel I had left on the sofa, dried myself and
wrapped it round me. The boys clustered round me and I was able to kiss
each one before Matt opened the door and bid me "Farewell, Alex. Please cum
back. You'll always be welcomed!" "And I'll continue to read your stories,"
said Art with a sad wave. "Who knows, you may even see yourself in a
story," I said. "Nah!" he said, "They would never believe it!"


	This story continues in Chapter 8. (Part 3).  Never Enough.


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