Date: Wed, 17 Mar 2004 20:53:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Fuck Club, Part 2

THE FUCK CLUB

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Chapter 2

I stood there, naked, as the audience filed back in.
If they'd been a little raucous before the interval,
they were much more so now - a whole lot of additional
drinks had been consumed, I suppose.

One of the leather-shorted goons kept a big beefy hand
on my bicep, and that was enough to keep me standing
there - after all, what was the point in trying to
escape?  There were so many of the "members" of this
club around that I'd have no chance of getting out of
the building, and, in any case, when you're totally
naked and there are a whole lot of men all around you
all properly dressed, you feel very vulnerable and
afraid:  they'd only have to trip me up, then kick at
me, and there were no clothes to help protect my
sensitive parts!

The MC made an announcement asking for the audience to
take their seats, then, as the hubbub subsided, he
went on "And now, the major part of the evening, what
we've all been waiting for.... The newly-ringed prey
will now take part with our father and son duo, Joey
and Todd... Let's give them a big, traditional
welcome..."

The door opened and two guys came in, and the watching
men all erupted into cheering and hollering.  The MC
called for quiet, and announced "This is Joey's first
time, gentlemen... Do you remember how it was for you,
when you were sixteen?  Joey has been having lessons
from Todd, one of our most popular performers here at
the Club, but this is his first actual time performing
in public - indeed, his first actual fuck.  He's a
virgin now, gentlemen, and in a very few minutes he
will no longer be.... Just like the prey!"

I looked at the two men, and I could see the family
resemblance - both had strong jaws and thick black
hair, and tall, neat bodies.  Joey, the younger, was
wearing  a sweat shirt and the sort of baggy Jeans
that were only just staying up as they were slung so
low down on his hips.  Like most kids of his age, he
had one of those ubiquitous baseball caps on his head,
with the peak turned backwards over his neck.  His
dad, Todd, was however almost naked - his genitals
were just concealed by a small piece of black leather
hung from a string around his waist.  As he moved I
could see his muscular arse muscles flexing, and he
was clearly in peak condition - I guessed that, like
me, he worked at some sort of manual work, and also
took care of himself at the gym.  His black hair
extended over most of his body - his chest was heavily
thatched, and a trail led right down his belly to
disappear under the flap concealing him.  Wiry black
hair covered his arms and legs, and there was a tuft
of it poking up from the top of his arse crack,
forming a little separate patch just at the base of
this spine.

I wondered what the hell was going to happen next, and
the MC announced "Now, gentlemen, the choice is
yours... Who do you want to perform first?  Joey, or
Todd?  You'll have an opportunity to see both of them
in action, but who goes first?  Young virginal Joey,
or Todd, who we've all seen in action before?"

There were a few shouts of "Todd", but he majority of
the audience started a rhythmic chant of "Joey, Joey,
Joey..."

"Right, gentlemen, I think that's clear.... So let's
ask young Joey here to get ready to perform..."

The older man, Todd, moved towards his son, and helped
him lift his sweatshirt up and over his head.  He was
swearing a standard kind of white T underneath, but as
the sweat pulled upwards, the T lifted as  well and we
all got a glimpse of his belly - smooth and firm as
you'd expect in a young guy who seemed to take care of
himself, with just that hint of a late adolescent
treaasure-trail climbing out of the top of his boxers,
which of course poked up way above the low-slung
waistband of his jeans.

He hopped around from one foot to another as he took
off his trainers, then he didn't even bother to
unbuckle his Jeans - they were so low-slung that all
he really needed to do was kind of wriggle them
around, and they slipped off his hips and down his
legs.  The men had been mostly quiet whilst this was
going on, but now he stood there in his T, boxers and
socks, they cheered again.

Usually guys take their Ts off next, don't they? But
after a gesture from his dad, young Joey simply put
his thumbs under his waist band and pushed his boxers
off.  Only then did he reach down to grab the hem of
his T and pull it up over his head, and as he did so
we all saw how his dick jerked upwards as the muscles
in his stomach were stretched.  He had a big dick for
a kid, I thought, - still, I suppose that by the time
you're sixteen it is fully grow, isn't it? - the rest
of you gets bigger and stronger, but your dick mainly
stays the same size after puberty, so it starts to
look smaller as your body fills out.  He hadn't been
cut, but he didn't have one of  those very long,
droopy foreskins - his kind of stopped somewhere on
his dick head, so that a small part of it was exposed,
and I could see his piss slit.  His balls were slung
low, and he had a mass of wiry black pubic hair like
his dad.  You could tell that he must wear those kind
of long baggy swimming shorts, as his tan stopped at
his waist, and only started again at his knees, so
that his whole trunk and arse were a very white white.

His father now put one arm in an almost protective
gesture around Joey's shoulders, then guided him along
the front of the rows of seated men, so that Joey was
displayed to them.  From the rear, the similarity of
the two men was obvious - Joey was perhaps an inch or
so taller than his father, but both men had the
classic wide-shouldered, V- shaped body tapering to
their waists, after which their arses flared out.  It
seemed somehow almost obscene to see them like this -
the young lad naked except for his socks, and his
father naked except for his tiny loin cloth.

When they had completed the circuit, they came and
stood by me and the doors opened and something was
wheeled in - a kind of table on a couple of small
wheels.  It was left by us, and the goon holding my
bicep now moved me towards it.

"Lie down, boy", he whispered into my ear.  "Lie down,
head to one end, so that you're as comfortable as you
can be.  Don't worry about the length - just get your
head on it and as much of your body  as you can, and
hold the rest of yourself up wit h your legs."

"No, please, I don't want..."

"Do you want a little shot from my tazer?  Now,
fucking lie down, and do as you're told..."

Well, what could I do?  He held all the cards, didn't
he?  I looked at the black leather covered top, and
lowered myself onto it and kind of shuffled around so
that my head was at one end.  The length was such that
it stopped somewhere just below my navel, and I
shuffled my feet, as best I could, to give myself a
proper purchase and make myself feel comfortable.  As
my weight went onto the table I noticed that the
wheels retracted - they must have been sprung - so
that it was now solidly on the ground.

As I lay there the other goon came around the front
and pulled at the bar that was still holding my arms
spread quite wide.  He pulled it down, and latched it
onto the front legs of the table somewhere near the
floor, and I was now effectively trapped - there was
no way I could get up.  What the hell was going on, I
wondered.

To my horror, I soon found out!  The MC's voice boomed
out again and I started to struggle, to absolutely no
good effect, as he said "So now the prey is secured on
the activity table and Joey is prepared, let's waste
no more time,  and get on with the Club's activity...
Gentlemen, The Fuck Club presents another spectacular
fucking of a straight virgin prey..... By the newest
member of our team, Joey, for the first time...."

There was renewed cheering, and he went on "Now,
gentlemen, as is traditional at the Fuck Club, members
are asked to remain silent as the prey is fucked -
it's pretty traumatic for most of them, and we all
want to hear them protest, don't we.... So, gentlemen,
silence, please...."

A hush fell on the room, and Joey and his dad
disappeared behind me.  Then I felt something hot on
the middle of my back - one of the men was pushing his
hand down on me, as if to steady me.

"Right, Joey", I heard the father say.  "Remember what
I've told you.. .you can just start to fuck him, but
it will hurt:  hurt you, I mean.  You could rape him
now, as he's helpless, but it will chafe your dick.
So I always recommend lubing the prey, and you know
how to do that, don't you, son... Milk him, to get
some proper organic lube!"

I felt something warm brush against my naked legs, and
somehow knew it must be Joey's body.  Then a hand
gripped my dick - I felt its presence as it reached in
between my thighs, then the next moment hot, strong
fingers had curled around me and were gripping me.
"NO.....", I shouted.  "Leave me alone..."

But it did no good.  The lad's fingers tightened on my
dick and he started to jerk me off.  I could feel
myself go hard, in spite of not wanting to - when
someone's relentlessly jerking away at you, your body
takes over, in spite of what your mind wants, doesn't
it?   I carried on crying out "No, no, leave me
alone...." And trying my best to wriggle away from
him, but there was no escape with my arms held
securely and his hand around my dick.  I started to
get that real thrill from my dick as his hand bumped
into the flange around my dick head, and my cries of
protest and outrage just had to mitigate as my body's
primeval senses took over.  I was rock hard now, and I
could almost feel my foreskin sliding over my dick
head as Joey worked away.  I was no longer crying out,
more moaning gently  - I'd never had another guy touch
my dick like this before, and having someone else jerk
me off, rather than my own hand, was a wholly
different experience:  I wasn't in control of the
speed, or the pressure, or the length of the stroke:
my dick just had to take whatever Joey decided to do,
and it was a wholly new sensation.  Most of the women
I'd been with had touched my dick, or course, but I'd
never had them jerk me off - after all, they were
there to be fucked, weren't they?  This new sensation
was actually better than jerking it myself - or was it
that I was enjoying having to relinquish control, to
give myself over entirely to the whims of another man?

I just couldn't help it - I felt the pressure building
up in my balls, and then, in spite of the humiliation
of having the whole audience watch, I shot my load.
I've got a really sensitive dick, and as soon as I
start to shoot I always stop stroking myself, else
that strange mixture of incredible pleasure starts to
turn into one of agony.  But Joey didn't know this,
and in spite of the spurts of hot cum that must have
been shooting out of me he carried on moving his hand
up and down my shaft, his thumb and forefinger
colliding with my flange.  I tried to get away, but it
was no good - I couldn't move, and I cried out "No,
stop.... No.....".

I don't think I'd ever shot so much before as Joey's
remorseless "milking" carried on even though I was
trying to thrash around and my cries were filling the
room.   I could feel my balls tightening and screwing
up as they pumped further "aftershocks" of cum out,
and then, mercifully, Joey stopped.  I lay there,
gasping and panting, relieved that it was over, and
feeling strangely exhilarated and excited.  Yes, I
know this was almost the ultimate humiliation, to be
jerked off against my will in front of an audience of
other guys, but somehow it was at the same time
intensely thrilling and erotic.

"OK, son, you caught his cum, didn't you?"

"Yes, dad", I heard Joey reply.

"Right then - give it to me... Here, in my hand, as
you'll need both of yours.  Then lube his hole well,
starting with one finger, and working up..."

No!  This couldn't be.... Surely he wasn't going to
touch my arse hole, was he?  I got my reply almost
immediately, as I felt a warm hand on my arse, then a
finger probing down the deep crack between my arse
cheeks.  Look, some of the women I've been with have
been pretty daring and have tried to touch my arse in
foreplay, before I fucked them, but I didn't like it
at all and I always made them stop. One bitch told me
that I didn't know what I was missing, but I didn't
believe her and made her stop anyway.  But now I was
powerless to prevent Joey's finger probing at me.  I
shuddered, literally, as the tip of his finger first
touched against my pucker, my virgin pucker, that just
wasn't used to being touched at all.

"No, please, no....", I cried out, but I knew it
wasn't going to do any good - evidently Joey knew what
he was supposed to be doing as the pressure of his
finger against me increased, and in spite of all my
attempts to keep my hole closed, I felt it slide into
me.  He wriggled it around a bit, then slid it in and
out, almost experimentally.  Sensation flooded through
me, a new, incredible sensation the like of which I'd
only ever vaguely had before when I'd shat a big,
solid turd.  My cries begging him to stop were almost
choked off, and then I couldn't help it, I started
almost to moan with pleasure.  I couldn't help notice
that the whole audience was deadly silent, as they had
been since Joey started to milk me, and they were all
leaning forwards in their seats to get a better view
of my humiliation.

"Good, son... Now, remember how I've showed you... Put
a bit more of his cum on your second finger and get
that up too, then start to stretch him and get him
ready...."

"Yes, dad..", Joey almost whispered:  he seemed to be
so intent on what he was doing that he didn't have the
effort to really reply to his father, who stood there,
looking almost proud of his son.

As Joey's second finger pushed its way up into me I
moaned again - not in pain, exactly, and not in
pleasure, either, but in some strange mixture of the
two.  Having a man probing your hole is, as I now
know, one of the great sensations, but this first time
I was scared, and embarrassed, and worried and...
well, everything!  It felt both odd, and humiliating,
and yet pleasurable to have these strong fingers
teasing at me, and they slid in and out, presumably
lubricated by my own cum, in a way that sent waves of
feeling through me.  I shuffled my feet as best I
could and knew that my arse must be moving around in
response, and I felt Joey's other hand rest on the
base of my spine as if to steady himself.

"Easy, boy...", Todd said to me, bending his head
towards mine.  "Relax... It will be easier for you if
you just accept it, you know...  And I don't want Joey
worried or scared - it's his first time, and if you
make it hard for him, you'll regret it later...."

"Bastard...", I hissed "You shouldn't be allowing
this... Your son... This audience..."

"Hey, shut the fuck up!  Don't tell me how to look
after my kid - mind your own business!  I know what's
best for Joey, and he'll remember this long after he's
forgotten a lot of other stuff.."

I'd have gone on arguing with him but I just had to
cry out as Joey pushed a third finger up into my hole,
and then, with all three of them in, started to
stretch me - I could almost feel his fingers forcing
themselves apart as he massaged my virgin muscle into
submission.  Joey's pressure at the base of my spine
also increased as he was clearly working quite hard
and needed to steady himself.  Sweat was pouring off
me in buckets, I knew, and my body felt all hot and
tense as I moved impotently around as best I could on
the leather covered table - I was almost sliding over
the surface, I was so wet.

"OK, son... That's enough", Todd said.  "Now let's
give the folks here the show they're waiting for."

Joey and Todd came and stood at the front of me, by my
head, and Todd went down on one knee in front of his
son.  I could see Joey's erect dick sticking out in
front of him, and his father now gently stroked this
with his hand that still had the remains of my cum in
it.  I saw a shiver run through Joey's whole body as
this stimulated him, and he reached down and pushed
his hands onto his father's shoulders to steady
himself.  Is head was thrown back slightly, and, as
you do at times like this, it was almost as if my
brain took a snapshot of one aspect of the scene:
Joey's young muscles in tension in his neck, and his
Adam's apple sticking out, as he stood there in front
of his father.

"OK, son... Now, remember what I've taught you...."

There was an almost visible tension in the place as
Joey slowly walked around me.  I saw his dick bobbing
up and down as he moved.  It was as if every man in
the audience had stopped breathing, so that there
should be no noise, no disturbance of any kind.  It
was me who broke the silence  "NO!  Please, no....", I
shouted, as I felt Joey's hands on my arse cheeks and
the insistent pressure with which he pulled them
apart.  I tried to move, to wriggle, to squirm, but it
was no use.  And then something else, something warm,
soft, hard, wet, sensuous... Pressing at my hole.  The
end of his dick wavered up and down a bit and my cries
of alarm just had to be muted as the feelings from my
pucker flooded through me - almost as if I was being
tickled, helplessly tickled, but a thousand times
better.  A warm flood of feeling raced through my
body, and my "NO....." Changed to more of an
"Oh.....".

There was an insistent pressure on me.  An incredible,
pushing, nudging, relentless pressure.  I'd never had
anything like this before, and I heard Joey give a
little grunt and almost felt his body move, and then
the feelings I was getting from my hole redoubled - I
just knew that he must have forced his entry, and his
dick was now in my hole.  An instant later I got that
sensation that's so hard to describe, as Joey
continued to push and his whole dick moved itself
inside me.  At last I felt his warm body press against
my arse, and I knew he must be buried in to the hilt.

It was as if the whole room had been waiting for this,
as there was a long, very audible sigh from all the
watching men as they all started breathing again, as
if they had been waiting for this moment.

And then it started - well, we all know what it feels
like, don't we, as a dick slides in and out of you?  I
could never have imagined that something that I'd
thought was so repugnant, so vile, could cause me such
exquisite pleasure.  Joey pumped away vigorously and
his dick slid smoothly in and out of me easily.
Somewhere, as if far away, I heard him start to say
"Yes, yes, yes..." In time to his strokes, and I found
myself gasping "Uggh..." almost as if in reply.

It was all over very quickly, actually -  I guess a
young horny sixteen year old just can't help cumming
quickly, as Joey suddenly shouted "Oh, yes, sweet
Jesus, yes...."

He stopped fucking and I felt his body hard against my
arse as he remained deep in me.  I supposed he must be
shooting, and I suppose I was vaguely disappointed not
to feel it - when I'd read a gay story once in a
magazine I'd found on a plane, it went on and on about
how the splashes of hot cum surged up inside, and so
on. Of course I now know that you don't feel the other
guy's cum at all as there are no nerve receptors, or
very few, deep up inside you, but it was odd then and
I guess it's all a matter of expectation.

Joey fell forward onto me, and my sweaty back felt the
almost searing heat of his body all along me.  He was
breathing hard - harder than me - and I felt his
muscles move as he got his breath back.  We lay there,
his conquest, me, under him, and a huge wave of
applause and cheering came from the audience.

Todd gave him a couple of minutes to recover, than
came and helped Joey to his feet.  As he moved off me
I went momentarily chilled as my sweat evaporated in
the conditioned air.  Todd had a damp cloth, and as I
watched he went down on one knee again and began to
wipe Joey's dick and balls  they were all stained
brown, I noticed, and from the smell that was now
getting to me I knew that it must be my ass juices
that Todd was removing from his son.

Satisfied, Todd tossed the cloth to one side and then
led Joey, his dick now rapidly detumescing, on a kind
of "victory" parade around in front of the audience
again.

I just lay there - well, there wasn't much else I
could do, was there?  I felt relaxed, happy, almost,
but at the same time deeply humiliated.  I'd been
stripped and now raped, and I knew I ought to be
furious, but something was making me calmer than I
should be - perhaps it was that mood that sweeps over
you after sex that was working its magic - I don't
really know.  But this mood of happy relaxation was
almost shattered when I felt something on the inside
of my thighs as I stood there helpless - something was
trickling down them, and I suppose I knew what it must
be:  Joey's cum and my ass juices leaking from my
arse, and running down over my flesh.

Joey and Todd finished their circuit, and now Todd
picked up the washcloth he'd used on his son.  He
stood behind me, and I heard him say to Joey "Now,
it's courteous always to clean up the guy after you've
fucked him... And even more so when he's helpless,
like this prey.  No guy really likes all that liquid
leaking all over him, and it stains the bed if you
don't clean it up.  The smells' not great, either.
Take this cloth, and give him a good clean, all around
his arse, and down the inside of his thighs...."

Look, I know it's humiliating to have someone wipe
your arse, but what are you supposed to do when you're
totally held there?  And I suppose I was glad to have
myself cleaned up as the sensation of the stuff
sliding down my thighs wasn't exactly pleasant.

The MC's voice boomed out now, though, asking for a
big round of applause for Joey - which he got.  Then,
almost to my horror, the voice continued "So,
gentlemen, do you want an encore?

"Yes!" Came he thunderous response from the audience.

"Right, gentlemen.  Todd is one of our favourites here
at the Fuck Club, and after seeing young Joey in
action I think we can all agree that he's a real chip
off the old block.  But now let's see the man in
person... Todd is going to fuck the prey next."

As I realised with sick horror that my ordeal wasn't
over, the audience continued to roar, clap and stamp,
until the MC again called for silence.

"As is traditional, members choose.  So, gentlemen,
'dog', or 'missionary'?"

There were cried of both "dog" and "missionary" from
the audience, but gradually the "dogs" subsided and
almost all the men started chanting "on his back, on
his back, on his back..."

The two goons, the front of their brief leather shorts
tented as they were evidently very erect after
watching Joey, now came on again.  There was just no
way I could resist them as they undid the bar with my
wrists cuffed to it from the front of the table,
neatly flipped me over onto my back, pulled my arms
above my head again and then down, and re-fastened the
bar.  In another of those weird flashes that go into
your memory I noticed  how cold and clammy the
sweat-covered leather top of the table felt against my
back as I had to lie there again.

They weren't finished yet, though - they lifted the
bar that held and separated my ankles, and pulled it
high into the air and up and over my body so that my
feet were almost over my nips.  A couple of wires from
somewhere behind my head were then pulled out, and the
bar was held in this position.  My arse was almost in
the air, and I knew that my hole was now totally
exposed to the view of the watching men.

Todd came and stood near my arse, and I looked along
the length of my body and could see him.  He must have
had some of my cum left in his hand, as he was
stroking his dick, getting it fully hard and erect,
and covering it in a layer of my cum.  It seemed to be
much thicker than Joey's, and I knew he was going to
fuck me with it - I inwardly winced, almost in terror,
at the thought of that big, thick thing being inserted
into me.

Todd reached down and almost caressed my hole with his
fingers.  The room had gone silent again, and he said
to me, almost conversationally, "You're nice and loose
already, as Joey's softened you up.  So don't worry -
I've got a really thick cock, but I've never split
anyone in half yet!  And I'm all lubed up, so... Let's
go!"

He moved, his dick bobbing up and down as he did, and
positioned himself at my arse.  He shuffled forward
and I again felt that amazing sensation as the moist
head of a dick first touches your hole.

Todd really was skilled - I felt the relentless
pressure as he tried to push his dick in against the
resistance of my sphincter muscles, then, as  I
watched, he just pulled his hips back a little, not so
much as to lose contact between his dick and my hole,
and gave a little thrust forwards so that the sudden
increase in pressure forced an entrance.  I gave a
little gasp, and I saw him almost grin down at me.
"Easy, boy", he  whispered, as if he didn't want the
crowd to hear. "...now for the fun."

Look, I know Joey was the first, and they always say
you remember the first, but it's really that
performance of Todd's that's etched into my brain.  He
played me - no, not played with me - played me;
played me as if I was an instrument that needed the
finesse of a master to bring it to life, and to give a
performance that would entrance and delight an
audience.

He did everything - long, slow, languorous strokes
that had me moaning with pleasure.  Then quick, sharp,
stabbing thrusts that slammed his pubic bone into the
sensitive areas around my hole, and had me shouting
out in panic in time to his strokes.  A succession of
fast, light, inch or two motions would be followed by
heavy, strong, pistoning that would bury him
completely in me and almost pull himself right out.
It went on and on, and my whole body was consumed with
the sensations that he was causing me - I completely
lost control, and I no longer cared about being
watched by the other men, or about being held helpless
on the table, or anything - my whole universe focussed
down onto Todd, and what Todd's dick was doing to me.
I was conscious of moaning, sighing, shouting - I no
longer cared, and I felt a total abandon.  My body
gave itself up entirely to pleasure, to that
overwhelming feeling of total relaxation and joy that
you get when a strong, expert man is dominating and
controlling you.

I could have stayed like that for ever.  I didn't want
it to stop.  I actually have no idea how long it did
go on for, it could have been minutes, or hours.  But
even Todd couldn't entirely deny the response of his
body, and, as I watched, his back arched, his head
went back and he thrust into me one final time, deep
and hard, and I knew he must have cum.

As before, the silent audience then broke into
rapturous applause and hollering, and Todd lay forward
on to me, taking some of his weight, though, on his
elbows.  His face was close to mine, and he said, so
that I could just hear it above the noise of the
crowd, "OK?  I think you enjoyed that, didn't you...?"

"Bastard!  Yes... No... No one wants to be raped..."

"You might not have wanted it before, but you enjoyed
it, didn't you, boy?  I can always tell."

There was a mischievous grin on his face, and he
carried on lying there for a couple of minutes.  I
could feel his heart racing in his chest as it was
pushed into mine, and there was something that
continued to be erotic about having another man in
such intimate contact with me, something quite
different that when women did this.  Perhaps it was
the hard feel of his muscles, or the way the neat
thatch of hair on his pecs rubbed against mine, or
perhaps it was just the different male pheromones
having their effect.  Whatever it was, as he lay on
top of me, I felt my dick stir, and as it vainly
thrust against his muscled belly, he again grinned at
me, but said no more.

He got up eventually and gently withdrew his cock from
me, then used the washcloth to clean himself, and then
me.  The goons released the bar holding my legs so
that I was lying comfortably on my back, as I turned
my head to watch Todd and Joey, both totally naked,
parading for one last time in front of the audience -
Todd had his arm around his son's shoulders again, and
you could see that their bodies were cast in there
same mould, and that as Joey matured and his muscles
enlarged, he would soon look like Todd's brother,
rather than his son.

The goons now released the bar holding my hands down,
and helped me to stand.  I was allowed to have my
hands at the level of my neck, as they held the ends
of the bar and paraded me around in front of the
audience.  "Let's give our prey, Steve, one final big
hand, gentlemen", the MC boomed out.  "Without prey
like him, receiving dick for the first time, our
entertainment here would be merely ordinary....
Gentlemen.... Steve!"

Well, I don't know if I like being thanked for
something like this!  I was once again conscious of my
total nakedness, of the way that these men's eyes were
looking intently at my body.  The strong lights eat
down, making my sweat-soaked skin shine, and I saw
glints and flashes as they caught the shiny stainless
steel of my new tit ring.

The goons led me out through the door, away from the
arena, and along a corridor into a room with three
shower heads arranged along one wall, a range of
lockers along the other wall, and some of those wooden
benches down the middle that you see in locker rooms
at sports fields and gyms.  It all seemed so normal -
it was almost as if we were back in the "normal"
world.  Todd and Joey were under the showers as we
entered, but they finished, and started to towel
themselves dry.  The two goons held onto my bar so
that I couldn't approach them, and father and son sat
down on the benches and dressed, as if it was the most
normal thing in the world to do.

It was our turn then.  As I watched, first one goon,
and then the other, undid his leather harness, then
pushed his leather shorts down, to stand totally
naked.  "Now, fella,", one of them said, "There's two
ways we can do this.  Either you can remain tethered
to this bar, and we can clean you up, or we can let
you go, and we can all shower together, like proper
buddies."

"No way!  I'm not your buddy..."

"Suit yourself!  We prefer it this way, anyway...."

They led me under the water, and soon were washing me
- soaping their hands, then running them down all over
my naked body. I really didn't like the way they
lingered on my arse, and in my arse crack.  And when
they washed my dick and my balls, it was almost as if
they vied with each other to do it, as if they both
wanted to fondle me so intimately.  They seemed to
know each other very well, too, as they'd break off
from washing me to wash each other, almost caressing
each other's bodies as they did so.

They left me shivering - you know how it is when
you've showered and you can't dry yourself - as they
towelled each other down, then dressed in
short-sleeved casual shirts, Jeans, and heavy work
boots.  They didn't seem to bother with underwear, and
they picked up and packed their leather harnesses and
leather shorts into ordinary sports bags.  As they
stood there, their short hair still damp from the
shower, they looked like a couple of ordinary guys
who'd just come from the gym.    Todd and Joey said
goodnight to them and left, and the three of us were
alone.

"Right, now let's get you dressed, shall we?", one of
them said.  "I think it would be fun for us to do it
for him, don't you?", he went on, addressing his
companion.

And that's what they did - they took the towels, still
damp from where they had dried themselves, and really
dried me thoroughly, all over, paying particular
attention to patting my balls, skinning me back "just
to make sure your dick head is nice and dry", and then
pulling the towel up and down my arse crack.

I hadn't been dressed by someone else since I was a
little kid, and it was odd to have these two big men
pulling on my socks, then helping me step into my
boxers.  One of them couldn't resist "settling me in",
as he put it, to make sure my dick was nice and snug,
and then they helped me into my Jeans, zipped up the
fly neatly, and did up my belt.

"Right, boy", they went on "Now we're going to let
your hands free.  Any trouble, and it will be the
tazer for you...."

It was so good to b able to move my arms freely after
all that time.  I stood there flexing my shoulders and
swinging my arms, but they seemed impatient to get on.
 Even though I was perfectly capable of doing it for
myself now they pulled my T over my head, and then
gave me a little slap on my arse, as if to say "all
done."

I was going to say something, but heard a faint
hiss.....

....and then, there I was, sitting in the front seat
of my truck again, in the car park.  I blinked, and
shook my head.  Had it all been a dream?  And then, as
my body came to life, I knew it must be true - there
was a pain in my tit, and as I moved in my seat, I
felt that sensation I now know you have when you've
been well and truly fucked:  my hole felt kind of
full, and there was a dull throb radiating from it,
not unpleasant, not hurting, but somehow exciting and
different, the kind of sensation Id never had down
there before.

As I sat there, I wondered what to do next.  I thought
of driving to the nearest police station, but as I
reached for the keys, there was an envelope.  Inside
were ten crisp fifties, and a neat, typewritten note.
I put on the interior light, and read "Thank you for
participating in this evening's activities at The Fuck
Club.  You have not been harmed, and any discomfort
you feel will disappear within a day or so.  Look on
this as a learning experience, and make it part of
your future development as a man.  We trust that the
five hundred is adequate compensation for your time
this evening, and wish you every success for the
future."

The note was signed "The management", and underneath,
there was a postscript "P.S. Other prey who have
bothered to go to the police have never had a
satisfactory resolution to their problems.  Our
premises are discrete, and our members naturally do
not talk.  The police have never been able to trace
our activities, and prey who have persisted in
demanding action have simply wasted enormous amounts
of their own time, and have generally been
subsequently harassed by their local police force."

So what the fuck was I supposed to do?  I thought on,
and decided that as it was now very late I'd go home
and sleep on it.  I'd consider my next course of
action in the morning.

End Of Part 2