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Introduction
Its origins remain a mystery. Rumored whispers of its existence can be heard on school playgrounds, pup tents in backyards, tree forts, and during the hushed conversations held after lights-out during adolescent sleepovers. An unassuming leatherbound notebook adorned with a nondescript gold leaf font that simply reads, "The Rituals of the Pleasure Club". A quick internet search yields very little information about the tome, and even deep dives on the dark web provide no information regarding its function or content. Most people have never heard of it. And those who have merely dismiss it as another internet urban legend. But for a small handful of lucky boys, the book, and the club it governs, is indeed very very real.
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"Mission Statement:
The Pleasure Club is an exclusive organization dedicated to the singular goal of helping boys achieve the ultimate in carnal satisfaction. We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all boys are created equally horny, that they are endowed by their creator with sweet dicks, and the right to sexiness, lubricity, and the pursuit of orgasm. Through the use of the rituals contained herein, we strive to educate boys in the ways of pleasure, to stoke their imaginations, and fan the flames of their passions. It is thus that we present to you this guide, in furtherance of our philosophy and motto that "No boy's behind shall be left behind."
~Excerpt from The Rituals of the Pleasure Club
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Chapter 1: The Initiation of Maximilian
Maximilian "Max" Buchanan was in quite a state. Hands behind his back, his wrists held firmly together by tight ropes that while not dangerous to his circulation, were nonetheless sufficient enough to render his arms completely useless. A blindfold was fastened securely around his head, making any effort to take in his surroundings an exercise in futility. A wild mop of wavy auburn hair was barely restrained by the blindfold's strap, and would have fallen naturally over his eyes were they not already covered. Aside from that, he wore nothing except for a pair of black sneakers and a form-fitting fire engine red Speedo. A cool summer breeze blew over the evenly tanned frame of his lean 13-year-old body, causing the boy's nipples to harden and his cock to stir in its snug lycra package.
He felt a solid grip on the back of his neck and his right upper arm as he was led, no more like steered, down a small undergrown path somewhere in the woods. The pace was languid due to his restricted capacities and the uneven terrain beneath his feet. Max's heart was racing as he went further into the woods. But it wasn't fear that seized the handsome lad. It was excitement. And it wasn't the claws of a monster that ushered him towards doom, but rather the hands of his best friend, leading him towards a realm of sensual pleasures the boy could only fantasize about.
Since having his first dry orgasm at age 10, Max had been completely addicted. He played with his little dickie whenever he could, but it was never enough. He played with it in his room, in the bath, in the woods, anywhere he could be alone. He'd hump pillows, stuffed animals, furniture... anything that was pliable yet firm enough to provide him with the friction he craved. Hell, he'd even tried humping his dog, but the old hound would never sit still long enough for him to complete the act. Humping felt great, but he wanted more...
As he got older, he stumbled upon the joys of manual manipulation. Dry jerking at first, he soon discovered the enhanced pleasure that a little lubrication could provide. He learned what didn't work (soap and shampoo stung his pee-hole), what sorta worked (butter, cooking oil, vaseline and the like felt good but were messy and smelled bad), and what totally worked (his mom's hand lotion). Later on, he found a tube of vaginal gel while snooping in his parents' room, which he really liked, but couldn't really use it much for fear of getting caught stealing it. Jacking off felt great, but he wanted more...
But it wasn't just his dickie that felt good. He found that touching other parts of his body felt really nice as well. He'd use his free hand to play with his nipples, caress his sides, abdomen, and inner thighs, and fondle his ball sack. It made masturbation feel even better, and he often wished he had six hands instead of two. One time when he was really going to town on his nuts, he accidentally slipped a finger into his crack and brushed against his asshole. This opened a new door (a backdoor if you will) in his discovery, and it wasn't long before he started fingering himself during his wank sessions. Fingering himself felt great, but he wanted more...
As his lewdness increased, he started to add objects to his sex play. The rounded end of a Sharpie magic marker reached deeper than his finger, but he wished it was softer. He tried stuffing a hot dog up his ass, but could never get it in without it bending and snapping in half. A warm carrot proved to be nice, as he could choose the thickness and length he desired. He discovered a special spot deep in his ass that sent radiant jolts of pleasure all through his dick with each thrust, even if he wasn't touching it. Playing with his ass felt great, but he wanted more...
Max also learned that his mind played a huge role in increasing his pleasure, and what he had on his mind was other boys. Boys at his school. Boys he saw in the park and at the mall. Boys at the public pool. Boys on TV and in the movies. Even boys he'd seen in anime and other cartoons. Boys boys boys! And he wanted to mess around with all of them. He'd imagine sucking their dicks and getting sucked by them. He'd pretend that whatever he had in his ass was another boy's dick. He'd think about how awesome it would be to put his dick in another boy's ass. Thinking about other boys while masturbating felt great, but he wanted more...
As horny and obsessed as he was, Max was always too fearful of attempting to mess around with another boy. He wasn't really scared of rejection but did fear the ramifications if word got out that he was into boys. He wasn't a fighter, and as beautiful as he thought other boys were, he also knew their almost boundless capacity for cruelty. He often wished another boy would approach him with an offer, but it never happened. About 2 months before he turned 12, his family moved and he had to start a new school. This was where he met a boy by the name of Kayden Pendergrass, and his life would never be the same.
Kayden was in the same computer class as Max, and the two hit it off immediately. They found that they had almost identical tastes in just about everything. They both loved horror movies, the bloodier the better. They both loved RPG and open-world games, and unlike most kids their age, they hated shit like Fortnite, PUBG, and Roblox. Both boys thought that Minecraft was the most pointless fucking waste of time ever, aside from maybe homework. They both liked death metal music, as much for the heavy sound as for the fact that their parents hated it. They even shared the same birthday! A birthday sleepover at Kadyan's house was planned, and Max couldn't wait. What he didn't expect, was that he and Kayden also shared one other thing. An unquenchable thirst for the pleasures of boy flesh.
Max never got tired of looking at Kayden. The boy was absolutely gorgeous. Straight blonde hair that shimmered like Mythril hung well past his chin. Parted in the middle, it framed his pale face perfectly and made his sparkling blue eyes seem to glow even brighter. He wore a pair of thin gold wire-framed glasses that made him look even smarter. And sexier. Was the word smexy? Max sure thought so. He had a wide happy smile and full lips that Max definitely wanted to taste. At 5 feet 1 inch, he was Max's size but ever so slightly less defined in muscle mass. Whatever the boy may grow into, Max hoped it would take a long time because he thought he was perfect just the way he was.
When the day finally arrived and Max turned 12, he got the best birthday present he could ever hope for. Kayden made a move on him during the sleepover, and the two have been constantly going at it ever since. They did everything Max had ever fantasized about. Mutual masturbation, sixty-nining, blowing each other, fucking each other, hell even kissing. While Max fumbled through their early experiments, he always felt that Kayden was much more skilled at the process. Almost like he'd been with other boys before. Instead of feeling jealous at the possibility, Max was absolutely thrilled to consider that idea. Doing all that stuff with Kayden felt great, but he wanted more...
A few weeks after the boys turned 13, Max decided to broach the subject to Kayden.
"Hey Kay?" Max tentatively said, "Have you ever thought about maybe fooling around with other boys?"
"Holy shit dude!" exclaimed Kayden. "It's about fucking time you fucking asked! Do you realize that so far this fucking story has been like 1,598 words of fucking exposition without a god damn fuck scene yet?"
"Huh?" asked Max.
"Never mind dude. I'm a member of a super-secret club for boys just like us. I've already told the guys about you, and they all want you to join. You'll have to go through an initiation ritual first but trust me, you're going to love it."
"Sounds interesting," Max replied. "Tell me more..."
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"Principles of Initiation:
Potential initiates must adhere to specific physical and mental qualifications. This is to ensure a homogenous dynamic to the principles upon which the club was founded. Any characteristics that would mitigate the club's ability to pursue the higher levels of pleasure they seek shall not be allowed.
1) While there is no minimum age requirement, no boy shall be considered for membership if they can not yet ejaculate.
2) While there is no maximum age limit, no boy shall be considered for membership if their physical appearance has extended beyond the ephebic stage.
3) No boy shall be considered for membership if they are still a virgin. Specifically, they must have had prior experience giving and receiving both oral and anal sex. The purpose of the Pleasure Club is to help boys with extraordinary appetites explore the limits of these desires; to help them down the path, not lead them to the path.
4) No boy shall be considered for membership if they aren't of the proper mindset to fully engage in the activities of the club. Shyness, modesty, and shame are not characteristics that are conducive to the goals of the club. Also, potential members must possess sufficient stamina to fully participate in the rituals of the club. A boy who falls asleep after just one orgasm or becomes filled with regret after ejaculating simply does not have the proper constitution to contribute to the lubricity the club stands to serve. To put it into the most base of terms, the initiate must be "down to fuck".
5) No boy shall be considered for membership if they might be critical of the desires of the members. While no member will ever be forced to participate in kinks they don't enjoy, they absolutely should not condemn another member for doing what brings them pleasure.
6) No boy shall be considered for membership if they are not a biological boy. No biological boy shall be considered for membership if they think they're a girl. Boys into cross-dressing may still be considered for membership at the sole discretion of the current members.
To strengthen the bonds of fraternity, and to ensure potential initiates meet the stringent qualifications required, no membership will be granted without the unanimous consent of the club. While no reason must be given if a member chooses to reject the petition of an initiate, members are discouraged from discriminating on the basis of race, caste, class, social standing, or the religious and political beliefs of the initiate's parents. There is a great pleasure to be found in boys of all types, and boys have no control over their parents' philosophies. However, if anything about an initiate's countenance or character would deflate the passions of even just one of the current members, a rejection would be upheld even if it violates the above recommendations."
~Excerpt from The Rituals of the Pleasure Club
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After about 30 minutes of walking, the boys finally arrived at the entrance to the Pleasure Club's secret hideout. It wasn't easy to get to. One had to walk into the woods at a specific place and find the trail. At a certain point in the trail, one would have to leave the path again and walk even further into the woods. If one found the right spot, they would notice an impenetrable wall of thorn bushes blocking their way. And only if one knew exactly what they were looking for would they would find an almost completely unnoticeable way to crawl under the bushes. This would lead to a small clearing that contained a hidden trapdoor that FINALLY led to the hideout. The boys call it the HoneyBone Hideout. Don't quit your day jobs, boys...
The hideout itself was actually a survivalist shelter that had been abandoned years ago when its previous owner had died (ironically) of natural causes. Whoever currently owns the property isn't even aware it's there. Nobody really knows how long the Pleasure Club has been around, or how this particular chapter first came to acquire the hideout. Yes, there are multiple Pleasure Clubs around the world, but each chapter doesn't seem to know that the others exist. The trapdoor to the shelter is round and about 6 feet across, with a ladder leading about 15 feet down to the inside. The shelter itself is a perfect 50' by 50' square space with a ceiling about 8 feet high. It's stocked with multiple couches, chairs, tables, and mattresses. It even has electricity, running water, and a flush toilet, all thanks to the public utilities being illegally tapped into when it was first constructed. All the way in the back of the shelter is a small pedestal upon which lies an actual copy of The Rituals of the Pleasure Club. It's the perfect place where boys can go and be completely undisturbed.
"Ok Max we're here," said Kayden as he led Max to the entrance.
"It's about fucking time," said Max while rubbing his wrists. Kayden had untied him so he could crawl under the thorn wall, but his blindfold still remained. "Can I take this off now?"
"Don't pretend you didn't enjoy the walk, you were hard almost the entire time!" teased Kayden. "And no, you can't take the blindfold off yet. You're not allowed to see the entrance until you pass the initiation."
Max certainly had been hard for most of the trip. He still was. Just being in the woods wearing nothing but a Speedo was enough to get him boned up. But being bound and blindfolded added a new level of thrill for the boy. He never really thought about being tied up or sensory deprivation before, but it was really turning him on. Plus, he had been forbidden from all sexual activity during the week leading up to his initiation. Since having his first orgasm, he'd got himself off just about every day thereafter. Usually multiple times a day. A week without cumming was like an eternity for the poor boy. He could honestly say that he'd never been as horny in his entire life as he was right now.
"You don't think I'm gonna fail, do you?" asked Max, his voice tinged with concern.
"No way dude!" exclaimed Kayden. "The guys already want you to join, and you're not gonna have to do anything you don't already want to do. Not having sex for the past week is the hardest part of the process." Kayden glanced at the turgid rod in Max's Speedo. "Ok, well, maybe the SECOND hardest part. But seriously, you're gonna be fine. You're the horniest boy I've ever met. If anything, one of the other guys might end up tapping out before this is over!"
Kayden started down the ladder first and helped guide Max slowly down to the bottom. It wasn't hard for Max to make the climb even while blindfolded, but was still a little scary. As soon as he reached the bottom, he felt a set of hands grab him by each of his arms and spin him around. Then a third set grabbed the back of his neck and right shoulder and he was firmly led forward.
"Whoa guys I'm going I'm going," an exasperated Max said.
"The initiate will remain silent!" barked a voice that Max thought he recognized. It didn't sound angry, and Max even detected a trace of a smile in the command. He was led about 30 feet until another familiar voice rang out, in the same faux seriousness, "Stop! The initiate will now kneel."
Max started to kneel while at the same time the hands on his arms hoisted him forward onto what felt like a large mattress. He was made to lie down on his back, and leather cuffs with a chain attached were affixed to each wrist. The chains were then fastened to posts on either side of the mattress, pulling Max's arms out to his sides like he was being crucified. His cuffs were not overly tight nor were the chains severely taut, but escape was impossible and Max's mobility was extremely curtailed. A pillow was placed under his head and Max heard Kayden's voice say, "Let the initiation begin!"
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"Principles of Initiation (cont):
The ritual of initiation is a crucial component for welcoming potential members into the club. While adherence to the prerequisites laid out in the above principles must be met, proper vetting of the initiate's temperament must be considered as well. Because of the highly sensitive nature of the club's activities, due diligence must be employed before an offer of membership should be presented. It is extremely vital that the initiate possess a strong sense of loyalty, trustworthiness, and discretion, and be brave of heart, pure of soul, and filthy of mind. Sponsoring an initiate who fails to live up to these qualifications will result in the ex-communication of the member responsible.
Once a candidate has been properly scrutinized and voted on, the initiation can be performed. On the part of the initiate, one week of chastity must be observed prior to the ceremony. This not only illustrates their commitment to the club, but will greatly enhance their pleasures on the day of instigation. While there are no set minutiae regarding the contents of the process, certain requirements must be met. The ordeal of the formalities should take the initiate beyond the limits of their prior sexual experiences. The initiate will be required to take the ejaculate of every member of the club both in his ass and down his throat. This may happen one at a time or with multiple members simultaneously. It is up to the members to determine the order, positions, and number of times the process repeats itself. A list of suggested scenarios can be found in appendix (2A, sec B) in the back of this book, but members are encouraged to come up with their own ideas. Fuck him long, fuck him silly, and fuck him stupid. This is what it means to be a member of The Pleasure Club! The feelings of the initiate must also be taken into account, and if at any given time during the process the initiate chooses to stop, his wishes must be respected. This will however forfeit his membership opportunity. But should he endure to the end, he'll become an official member in good standing with access to all the knowledge, privileges, resources, and pleasures that the club provides."
~Excerpt from The Rituals of the Pleasure Club
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Max's eyes took a second to adjust to his surroundings as the blindfold was lifted from his head. The room he was in was slightly cooler than the outdoors, but still warm enough to wear a Speedo without catching a chill. Lit candles around the room provided a very pleasant level of illumination and set off a sexy vibe. He glanced at his bonds and gave a slight tug to test their strength. He wasn't going anywhere. Nor did he really want to. He looked down at his crotch and saw the outline of his rock hard 3.5 inch boy cock, pressed flat against his pubis, aching to be released from its spandex prison. A massive wet spot radiated outward from the tip as his desperate pecker wept tears of pre.
Eyes fully adjusted now, Max let out a gasp when he saw the three boys standing at the foot of the mattress. Kayden was standing in the middle, looking hot as fuck in a neon green Speedo, his 3.75 boy bullet just as hard as Max's. Though Max couldn't get enough of his body, he was quite distracted by the other boys. Now he knew why he'd recognized the voices. These were boys he knew from school!
To Kayden's right stood Dion Johnson, a 5 foot 2 inch black boy who was in Max's math and gym classes. Though they'd always gotten along, Max had no idea Dion was into boys, let alone something as perverted as this club. He'd always tried to check out his body in the locker room, but never got more than a quick glance for fear of getting caught staring. That wasn't a problem here! Dion looked absolutely stunning in his leopard-print Speedo, his smooth mahogany skin stunningly contrasting the yellow of the fabric. Sporting cool dreadlocks that hung just below his strong cheekbones, he smiled back at Max with a look that implied hunger, and that Max was on the menu. Max's own appetite was whet by the 4.25 inch monster trying to emancipate itself from Dion's Speedo.
To Kayden's left stood Izanagi "Izzy" Shimoda, the only Japanese boy in Max's school. Izzy was a stocky 5 feet tall with decent muscle definition and a plump little ass that was to die for. He had spikey black hair with blond dyed tips and the cutest pug nose you'd ever see. Always goofing around and up for a good time, Izzy didn't fit the stereotype of the studious and well mannered Asian. And speaking of "up for a good time", Izzy's little Godzilla was certainly looking for fun too. It was about as big as Max's dick, and filled the front of his black Speedo most honorably. Being a total weeb, Max knew that Izzy's last name meant "lower rice paddy" in Japanese, and he couldn't wait to get down low and take a tour of that area himself!
The three boys kneeled around Max, Dion and Izzy on either side and Kayden at Max's feet. He removed Max's shoes and they all started caressing Max's body at the same time. Max drew in a sharp breath and let out a contented moan. The sensations were unlike anything he had ever felt. Kayden slowly slid his hands up Max's legs until he reached the boy's knees, spreading them apart and taking his place between them while continuing the caresses up Max's inner thighs. Once his fingertips reached the leg holes of Max's speedo, he traced outwards along the border before moving back down his legs across the front and sides. The motions were then repeated, each finger sending delicious signals of delight that radiated towards Max's dick.
As Kayden worked Max's legs, Dion and Izzy pleasured the boy's upper half. Twenty gentle fingers swirled all around, rubbing randomly in long strokes and small circles, constantly brushing over his nipples, across his abdomen, and up and down his sides. Teasingly stopping when they reached the waistband of Max's Speedo, tracing the edge but never venturing further down. It was sweet torture for the boy. He so wished his hands were unbound so he could touch the other boys. But he couldn't. He so wished they'd touch his dick. But they didn't. Helpless against the languorous ministrations being applied, he could only shudder and moan, laying his head on the pillow and closing his eyes as the relentless stimulation continued.
Max rode the wave as long as he could, but his desperation was becoming unbearable. He pulled at his bonds, clenched his ass cheeks and began thrusting his pelvis forward, causing his dick to shift slightly in his Speedo, which gave him some satisfaction but not nearly enough. The movements caused even more precum to ooze from his cock-hole, further fouling his obscenely sticky trunks.
The other boys smiled and exchanged knowing glances at each other. They'd all been in Max's position before. When Kayden first joined, there were 5 other members, so his initiation had been even more intense. But boys don't stay in the club forever. Some move away, some get in exclusive relationships, some simply grow too old. Kayden was thrilled when Max accepted his advances, and even happier when he realized that Max was just as much as a horn-dog as he was. Max was special to him. He wasn't sure what love really was, but the way he felt about the boy certainly seemed like it. But Kayden wasn't jealous or possessive. He wanted Max to experience as much pleasure as possible, which in turn would enhance his own.
Max was losing it. "Please guys," he moaned. "Please touch my dick! I can't take it anymore!"
"Ssssshhhhh," Izzy shushed, placing a finger on Max's lips. "Endure it."
Max tilted his head back and moaned again as the boys continued their digital assaults, and then started using their mouths as well. Dion and Izzy each took in a nipple, gently sucking while flicking their tounges over the firm little buds. Hands still roaming, they alternatively planted soft kisses up and down the boy's abdomen and licked all around his chest and stomach. Max's dick had gotten so hard that it started to poke out from his waistband, causing him to expel a loud "UGH!" each time their tounges flitted across his piss hole. Kayden licked his way up Max's inner thighs, getting torturously close to his package before cruelly retreating back down. Thirty fingers. Three tounges. One impossibly horny boy.
Dion and Izzy worked their way up to Max's head, planting gentle kisses all over his face, running their fingers through his hair with one hand and caressing his nipples with the other, occasionally giving them a slight pinch. Max let out a contented sigh and Izzy kissed him full on, slipping his tongue into the eager boy's mouth, who greedily accepted it. He was soon replaced by Dion, who copied the process, until Izzy leaned back in and formed a triad of hot lips, wet tounges, and sloppy suction. Max closed his eyes and surrendered himself to the sensations.
Max gasped and his eyes flew open when he felt Kayden slip his fingers into each side of his Speedo and slowly pull it down his legs and off his feet. Kayden lifted his legs by the knees and spread them apart, running his hands once more up the boy's inner thighs. But this time he didn't stop. Max moaned against the 3-way kiss as Kayden licked him from the base of his dick to the head of his shaft, flicked the head with his tongue a few times, then licked back down again. Kayden repeated the motions a few times before going down past Max's balls and over his taint, his tongue teasing the rim of Max's quivering asshole.
"Aaaahhhh!" exclaimed Max, as Kayden's tongue squeezed past his sphincter. His cry was again stifled by the other boys' mouths as Kayden expertly administered his adolescent analingus.
Dion and Izzy broke off the kiss. Izzy stood and Dion pulled down Izzy's Speedo, revealing his perfect little 3.5 inch uncut shota cock. Izzy straddled Max's chest, his boy boner right under his chin. Max knew what an uncircumcised penis was, but he'd never seen one in real life. Despite being distracted from Kayden's anal assault, Max was transfixed by the sight of the foreskin moving over Izzy's glans as he slowly stroked his dick. Max lifted his head up and opened his mouth while Izzy scooched forward and plunged his dick right in.
Izzy grabbed Max's head with both hands and started fucking the boy's hungry hole. Max liked the way the boy's dick felt in his mouth. The different textures of the foreskin and head as they moved over his tongue were an interesting combination, and hearing Izzy's moans was turning him on almost as much as the tongue in his ass. Max's eyes widened when he felt Dion start sucking his dick, the shock of the added pleasure so unexpectedly delicious. Dion worked the boy's shaft with precision, creating a firm suction as he bobbed his head up and down, all while fondling Max's tight nutsack.
It was all too much. Izzy's firm grip on his head as he briskly pumped his pecker into his mouth, Kayden's tongue ravaging his boy pucker with abandon, Dion's warm wet mouth slickly slobbering his succulent schlong. The world around him started to fade and all he could focus on were the relentless physical sensations that enveloped his erotic teen body, the scent and taste of his copulating companions, and the obscene slurping and moaning of all involved. He wished it would last forever. He barely made it a minute.
The intensity of Max's climax was unlike any he'd had before. Eyes shut tight and toes curled, hands grasping the chains that held his wrists, his asshole clenched in a vice-like grip on Kayden's tongue, wave after powerful wave of orgasmic bliss shot from his dick, filling Dion's mouth with a week's worth of pent up chastity. As Max's throat opened up to release a primal grunt of vocal satisfaction, Izzy's own orgasm took over as he shot his special sauce down the convulsing boy's gullet. Max's cock continued to spasm, waves of pleasure still pulsing through it even after his sperm stopped shooting.
Izzy got off Max's chest and laid next to him. Dion swallowed everything the boy had produced and laid on his other side. Kayden wiped his mouth after pulling his tongue from Max's ass, a sly grin across his face.
"Holy hah hah holy fuck guys," Max panted. "That was fucking amazing!'
Dion and Izzy uncuffed Max's wrists as the boy enjoyed the afterglow, his deflating tumescence still slick with Dion's spit. "Did I do good guys? Did I pass the initiation?"
"Pass?" asked Dion with a chuckle. "We ain't even started yet!"
Max's dick twitched as the boys rolled him over onto his stomach, then propped him up on his hands and knees. Dion spread the boy's ass cheeks apart, exposing his wet hole.
"Still pretty sloppy back here, be we gonna do this right," Dion said. He grabbed a tube of lube from next to the mattress and began to prep Max's ass, his long finger finding Max's special spot, causing the boy to squeal in delight.
"Betcha you ain't never had one this big hey Maxie Boy," Dion said with a grin.
"Fuck off Dion," Kayden said laughing, "You ain't much bigger than me."
"We'll let Maxie boy here be the judge of that," Dion said with a smile, as he slowly pushed his dick into Max's asshole.
Max let out a gasp. Sure, it wasn't that much bigger than Kayden's, and he'd taken carrots even larger than that, but this was way better than any stupid vegetable! Dion grabbed Max's hips and began a steady medium-paced fucking, which caused Max's dick to get fully bone up again, despite having just cum minutes before.
Kayden kneeled in front of Max with a look of concern on his face as he said, "Hey buddy, I think there's something wrong with your mouth."
"What's (grunt) wrong with (grunt) it?" Max asked between Dion's thrusting.
"It doesn't have my dick in it!" Kayden replied with mock indignation.
Max would have laughed at that if he wasn't so distracted by Dion's hot pole, so he just popped his mouth open like a baby bird while staring at Kayden's dick. Kayden wasted no time fixing the problem with the boy's mouth. He and Dion were soon fully in sync on their respective ends of Max's body. Max loved getting fucked in the ass, and he loved sucking dick. Getting to do both at the same time was a dream come true. Each thrust of Dion's cock injected a shot of pleasure into his prostate that sent a jolt of ecstasy down the shaft of his cock. Kayden gripped both sides of the boy's head as he relentlessly fucked his friend's mouth. Max liked it when Kayden held his head like that. It felt good. It felt safe.
The boys settled into an unceasing rhythm. Every time Dion plowed into Max's ass, Max would shift forward a little bit, just as Kayden was thrusting into his mouth. As Kayden withdrew, Max would push back onto Dion's dick, and the cycle would repeat. Over and over and over again. Max's reason began to slip away. His dick bounced each time Dion's pelvis slammed into his ass, the long string of precum he was leaking shook wildly, but never broke. This was his whole world now. And what a world it was. Utterly consumed by the overwhelming pleasure, his mind went blank as he slowly became a cog in the machine of fuck.
And churn the machine did. Max snapped out of his delirium as he reached the event horizon of his orgasm. He felt Kayden's grip grow tighter as the boy grunted, shooting his hot load in the boy's mouth. As the delicious seed hit his tongue, Max swallowed hard as his own orgasm cascaded from his dick, rope after glorious rope blasting forth in time with Dion's thrusts, who literally fucked the cum out of the boy. Dion flooded the boy's bowels as Max's convulsing asshole milked him for all he was worth.
Sweaty, sticky, and totally spent, the boys collapsed in a heap, panting and reeling from their adventure. Izzy had watched the whole scene with a hunger in his eyes, and his rock hard pecker in his hand. He looked at Max's gaping asshole, which was slowly leaking the remains of Dion's splooge. "I want some of that sweet boy pussy!" Izzy exclaimed as he crawled behind Max.
"That's gross!" Kayden said.
"It's not gross!" retorted Izzy. "Max has a sweet ass."
"No silly," said Kayden with a grin. "I meant pussy."
Everyone laughed as Izzy began to mount Max. "Please Izzy," begged Max. I need to rest for a second."
"You're lying down, you look pretty restful to me," said Izzy as he thrust his dick into Max's swollen hole. Lying on top of Max, legs on either side of his body, Izzy put his hands under Max's chest and played with his nipples as he started up a good rapid fuck.
"Ugh, fine, I'll get all the rest I need when I'm dead," said Max, channeling his inner Sam Elliott.
"I think the only thing you need to rest is your voice," said Dion with an evil sparkle in his eyes. "Don't worry boy, I just wiped it off with a towel," Dion said as he lifted Max's chin and shoved his dick in the exhausted boy's mouth.
Now it was Kayden's turn to watch the show. He thought it was so hot watching his boyfriend get fucked in both holes. Max was propped up on his elbows to better facilitate Dion's cock, as Izzy laid on top of Max and happily pumped his hips at a rapid pace. Kayden had to give Dion credit, being able to get hard so quickly after already cumming, but Max had that effect on him too.
In spite of his fatigue, Max was hard again. His appetite for sex was voracious, and even though he loved Kayden, it was just never enough. He was glad Kayden was the same way. He'd make his boyfriend proud, show him he was a worthy addition to The Pleasure Club! But in this case, his eyes were bigger than his stomach. Or perhaps his eyes were bigger than his ass. He didn't think he'd be able to cum again so soon, even though he was still feeling very good being a meat toilet for these two sexy boys.
Dion and Izzy were both sure that they'd be able to cum again. They thought Max was the bee's knees. Or at least they would think that if they'd been born in 1925. The boy was sexy as hell, and he'd taken everything they threw at him. They knew he'd make a fine addition to The Pleasure Club, and they looked forward to the many rituals they'd enjoy together.
"You close Izzy?" Dion grunted as he rapidly fucked Max's mouth.
"Fuck yeah!" replied Izzy. "Kiss me, you black jigaboo moon cricket!"
"You first, ya fucking slant-eyed yellow rice dicked slope!" laughed Dion.
"Hey guys, no racism!", exclaimed Kayden.
"It's only racist when white people say it, ya fuckin' honkey ass wet dog cracker!", Dion retorted, before planting his lips on Izzy's eager mouth.
Both boys shuddered and grunted as they blew their loads in Max's respective holes. Max remained hard the entire time, but did not ejaculate.
Dion and Izzy lay on their backs, totally spent. "Alright Kay," said Dion, "You the only one who ain't fucked this sweet ass yet. What say you make this boy legit!"
Kayden didn't need to be told twice. He rolled Max on his back, a smile forming on his lips as he saw the boy was still rock hard. "You ready to join the club, Max?"
"Fuck yeah dude, I was born ready." Max cooed.
Kayden easily slipped his dick into Max's well fucked hole. Max wrapped his legs around Kayden and held onto his shoulders as the boy started the familiar rhythm. It wasn't as urgent or animalistic as the rest of the initiation. The boys took their time, staring into each other's eyes in between their passionate kisses. The world began to fade away again as Max got more into it, but instead of everything disappearing, Kayden remained right there with him. Nothing existed outside of their coupling, and they fucked like they had all the time in the world, grunting and panting in a state of delicious lewdness. Eventually Kayden was getting close, and started jacking Max's dick in time with his rapidly increasing thrusts. Max's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his most powerful orgasm of the night, and indeed his entire life, blasted between the two boys, spraying both their chests and stomachs. The second Kayden felt Max's hot boy lava splatter on his skin, he pumped his own load deep into his lover's insides, before finally collapsing on his chest.
Kayden stayed hard inside of Max for a long time after, the two boys stuck together with Max's drying seed, until finally deflating and sliding out of his ass with a wet plopping sound. He then rolled over on his back and kissed Max gently on the cheek before whispering in his ear, "Welcome to The Pleasure Club."
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