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THE RITUALS OF THE PLEASURE CLUB
by Naughty Timmy
Chapter 3: Izanagi's Houkago Violation
Izzy sat in his gamer chair in front of his computer, naked save for a pair of white crew-cut gym socks. He gently pulled at his semi-erect pecker with his right hand while the fingers of his left hand absentmindedly flicked back and forth between his pert nipples. He stared intently at the monitor, taking in the images of the anime that was playing on screen. But this wasn't some milquetoast shamnen production about catching faggoty little animals or playing some stupid card game that doesn't exist. This particular cartoon was much darker in theme, which is what made Izzy's dick so excited.
A typical anime boy about Izzy's age was walking down a forest path. His hairstyle was a wild mess of colors and spikey peaks that could only exist on paper, and his equally uninhibited wardrobe was the ultimate in tween fantasy fashion and something you'd never find in any store. The boy came to a large tree in the center of a clearing. The trunk of the tree was covered with thick vines that crisscrossed around its circumference, framing a large red gemstone about eye-level with the boy.
"Yes, I found it!" exclaimed the poorly dubbed anime child. "The Sacred McGuffin Gem! Once I have this, I can finally be the best Arbitrary Activity Master in all the world, which is my dream, and with the help of my precious friends, we can finally defeat Team Generic Antagonists and bring peace and harmony back to The Land of No Clearly Defined Economic System! POSITIVE ATTITUDE GO!"
The boy reached out to grab the gem when the vines suddenly sprang to life, wrapping themselves around his wrists, elbows, midsection, knees, and ankles. The boy expelled verbal protests as he struggled against the vines, which only caused them to tighten their grip as they lifted the boy off the ground. Unable to escape, the boy looked on in terror as a mass of green tentacle-like appendages extruded themselves from the base of the tree and moved towards him. They were about as thick as an erect adult penis and were slick with some kind of clear, viscous mucus. The tips of the tentacles were slightly bulbous and resembled the glans of an uncircumcised cock, much like Izzy's own.
"Stay away from me!" the boy screamed, as the tentacles snaked themselves around his body. The boy began to writhe in futile disapproval as the slimy intruders slipped themselves under his shirt and up the legs of his shorts, hating the sensation as the clammy appendages wiggled over his chest and squirmed across his tight sexy black anime underpants. It was scary and gross and the boy hated it. Despite his revulsion, the boy noticed that whenever the tentacles brushed his nipples or stimulated his cock, the sensation was not completely unpleasant.
The boy shook his head from side to side as one of the tentacles moved in front of his face and towards his mouth. A thin string of that same awful mucus dripped from a small slit on the tip as the tentacle made contact with the boy's lips. The boy desperately tried to keep his mouth closed, but the determined tentacle pressed forward and forced its way in. He tried biting down on the tentacle in a vain attempt to get it to withdraw, but its rubbery consistency was unaffected as it slid further inside, its bitter flavor coating the boy's tongue. The boy began to panic as the tentacle wormed its way deeper, his eyes watering and his gag reflex kicking in as it went down his throat.
The tentacle began to rape the boy's mouth, withdrawing to just the back of his teeth before plunging down his throat again. The mucus the tentacle secreted had a slight numbing effect, which stopped the boy's gagging but did nothing to alleviate the horrible taste. As more leaked out, the boy was forced to swallow it lest his windpipe be flooded with the stuff. The tentacles molesting his body also began to leak more of the mucus, which slowly began to dissolve his clothes. The tentacles' movements became more pronounced, attacking his erogenous zones with greater vigor, his now nude body completely smeared with the excretions of the molesting monster.
A fresh panic swept through the boy as the tentacle in his mouth increased its pace and began to pulsate, shoving deeper yet down his throat as it ejaculated squirt after squirt of its foul goo directly into the boy's stomach. The tentacle withdrew with a wet schlop as the boy sputtered and coughed, desperately trying to expel the noxious concoction that churned in his guts. His mind began to grow fuzzy as a warm heat spread throughout his body, the chemicals in the mucus creating an aphrodisiac effect that caused his naked boyhood to grow painfully erect under the unrelenting squirming of the tentacles.
"Why is this happening to me?" the boy screamed. "I don't want this, I hate this... why does it feel so good?"
He felt one of the tentacles slide behind him and his eyes went wide as the tip slipped between his butt cheeks and pressed up against his asshole. The boy screamed again as the tentacle breached his puckered aperture, a white-hot sear of pain accompanying its violation. He felt the tentacle sliding into his body, inch by painful inch, until it bottomed out at the back of his rectum. Tears ran down the boy's face and he gritted his teeth as he tried to adjust to the rapey invasion. The pain began to fade as the tentacle withdrew to just inside his entrance, then back in again, coating the inside of the boy's bowels with its savory spunk. The boy started to moan as the pain was replaced by a warm sensation of pleasant fullness, his penis twitching as the tip of the tentacle slid back and forth over his impossibly sensitive prostate.
Another tentacle hovered near his dick, the tip opening like a hungry mouth and enveloping the boy's penis. The inside was coated with more of the mucus and lined with writhing fingerlike villi, causing the boy to moan even louder as it's peristaltic contractions sent exquisite waves of pleasure through the boy as it perpetually milked his horny cock. Every nerve ending in the boy's body was aflame with ecstasy, made even more sensitive by the mysterious philter the tentacles constantly secreted. His face, nipples, armpits, sides, inner thighs, feet, asshole, prostate- everywhere the tentacles made contact felt just as good as if it was his dick that was being touched. And his dick felt even better than that.
"No, I... I..." the boy began to weakly speak. But he couldn't gather his thoughts. His friends, his mission, his dreams... what were they again? Did it even matter? At this point, it certainly didn't. All that mattered was the unimaginable pleasure. As if to drive home the point, another tentacle violated his mouth a second time, preventing any further verbalization as his tongue and throat were wracked with the same intense bliss as the rest of his body. Incredibly, the pleasure grew even more intense as his entire body was wracked with orgasm after powerful orgasm, the ministrations of the tentacles never slowing as the boy completely lost his mind.
"Oh FUCK!" screamed Izzy, jacking off furiously with two fingers stuck up his ass. He couldn't believe how turned on he was. It was just so fucking intense! His toes curled, his face a twisted grimace as he blasted several shots of hot boy batter into the air, two hitting him in the face, and the rest landing on his chest and abdomen. He leaned back in his chair, panting and trying to figure out why he thought that video was so hot.
He didn't understand why, but there was something really erotic about such an extreme violation. He wasn't sexually attracted to the tentacles per se, but being fucked with such unrelenting intensity, not being able to do anything to stop it, being forced to have an orgasm even when you didn't want one, that shit really got his juices flowing. He loved "mind-break" doujinshi, especially the ones where a schoolboy was gang-raped by his classmates, fucked over and over until his body betrayed him and he ended up getting addicted to the abuse. Izzy wanted to BE those boys, to feel what they felt. He would obviously never get to be raped by a tentacle monster, and probably wouldn't ever be raped at school either. Even if he were raped, it does beg the question though. Would it really be rape if he was willing? He'd just have to settle for the next best thing. If he could convince his friends in The Pleasure Club to do a roleplay ritual with him, it might just quench his thirst for a little while...
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"Rituals of Roleplay:
'Never lose sight of the fact that all human felicity lies in man's imagination, and that he cannot think to attain it unless he heeds all his caprices. The most fortunate of persons is he who has the most means to satisfy his vagaries. The imagination is the spur of delights... all depends upon it, it is the mainspring of everything; now, is it not by means of the imagination one knows joy? Is it not of the imagination that the sharpest pleasures arise?' ~Marquis de Sade
To maximize one's potential in the pursuit of pleasure, one must be aware that imagination is the spice of lubricity. While one could theoretically subsist on a steady diet of unseasoned boiled chicken breasts and pallid plant matter, such an existence would be shallow and unfulfilling. The same truth applies to the practitioner of the passions. While sterile friction can eventually lead to discharge, the absence of context and artifice within the act only serves to promote a malcontented blandness that will ultimately stifle one's latent libertinage.
Roleplay rituals will not only enhance the rapture of ejaculation, but serve to excavate new pathways into unexpected tastes and whimsy. Such endeavors can expand the consciousness of copulation, and allow one to safely explore desires of a more insalubrious inclination. Life is but a Game of Fuck, and the only losing move is not to play. Members of The Pleasure Club are encouraged to play! Excercise your appetites with vigor, let your fantasies run free, indulge in excess, explore the outer limits of your desires, abandon the uninspiring, and above all use your imagination to not only carve a path to the zenith of pleasure, but to transcend its heights ten thousandfold."
~Excerpt from The Rituals of the Pleasure Club
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"Are you sure you actually want to do this, Izzy?" Max asked. "I mean, don't get me wrong, if you really think it'll make you feel good then of course I'll help. It's just..."
Max was conflicted. He really liked Izzy and didn't want to do anything that might hurt him. The kid was hilarious, always goofing around and getting into trouble. He was also cute as fuck and had such a sexy little body. The novelty of his uncut cock still enthralled Max, and if this story wasn't just focused on smut, there'd probably be many many boring paragraphs devoted to how barbaric circumcision is and how much Max wished his parents had never done it to him.
"Don't worry Max, I totally want this," said Izzy. "I know it probably sounds weird, but when I read those kinds of comics it gets me really super horny, and just jacking off to it isn't enough anymore. The book did say that we should let our imaginations lead us to new places."
"Yeah, that makes sense," said Max. "But that book can be so hard to read sometimes. Why does it have to be so god damned pedantic? Seriously, it's just so fucking garrulous and verbose, it makes my head spin. And who the fuck is Markwis Dee Shah-day anyway? "
"Pedo-what, garra-who and verbo-huh?" asked an exasperated Dion. "Shit Maxie, I think that book is starting to rub off on you!"
"Don't call me Maxie, bitch, or I'll rub one off on YOU!" Max replied with a grin.
"Keep calling me bitch, and I'll let ya!" Dion smiled back.
"Yeah I knew you'd like that, bitch," Max said in his best sexy voice.
"Guys please, I'm trying to get raped here!" exclaimed Izzy. "You gonna help me or not?"
Kayden thought this whole discussion was hilarious. He knew Izzy had some serious kinks in him, and he was happy to help him explore them. He wasn't into the concept of raping someone, but it was just a game so he figured he'd go with the flow. He thought it was cute how Max was so concerned for Izzy, just another thing to add to the list of the things he loved about the boy. Dion was totally down for it, as his kinks tended to lean toward the dominate anyway.
"It's your show, Izzy," said Dion. "We're gonna do ya like ya asked, so don't forget the codeword if shit gets to be too much for ya."
"I ain't using no codeword, just don't piss on me or anything," said Izzy. "You read those comics so you get the idea- just act like the mob, say a few trope lines of dialog, improv some stuff, and try to have fun."
"Believe me," Dion said with a sly smile. "I'm gonna have a fucking blast!"
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Honor student and Disciplinary Committee Chairman Izanagi Shimoda sat at his desk in his after-school study class, pouring over his notes from the day's lessons. Not really. It was just a few desks and chairs that were set up in a corner of the hideout to resemble a classroom. But it was enough to get everyone in the mood. Izzy was dressed in a smart-looking dark blue blazer, matching slacks, white button-up collared shirt, dress shoes and socks, and a blue and red striped tie. The standard uniform for boys at Shota-Reipu Junior High School. The boy would often study here instead of at his house, which was always buzzing with distracting activity because of his older sister and two younger brothers. Izzy was a studious boy who always tried his best and got along well with his teachers, but his strict adherence to rule enforcement as the Disciplinary Committee Chairman did not help to make him popular with the other students.
In the back of the classroom sat the three worst delinquents in the school, all serving detention because of Izzy's overzealous practice of handing out demerits for various school infractions. They were not happy about the situation, and had hatched a plan to bring the boy down a peg or two.
"Look at that little twerp," sneered Dion. "He thinks he's so special just because he kisses Sensei's ass."
"That shitty nerd doesn't know his place," agreed Kayden. "Always giving out detentions for the slightest offenses!"
"Yeah, I was supposed to fuck my girlfriend after school today," said Max, trying really hard not to laugh at that line. "Now I gotta be here because he slapped me with a uniform violation. Little prick!"
Izzy's ears burned at the chatter. He turned around in his chair and angrily addressed the boys, "It's not my fault you guys don't follow the rules! Don't be mad at me because you refuse to behave!"
Dion jumped up and slammed his fist on the desk. "I have had enough of your smug bullshit, Chairman! We're gonna teach you that it's not good to disrespect your Senpais!"
The others stood and they circled around Izzy, stern expressions on their faces. Max and Kayden grabbed Izzy by his arms, roughly lifting him out of his chair. They took off his blazer, then held his arms behind his back while Dion first undid his tie, then began to unbutton his shirt.
"What is this?" Izzy demanded. "Stop this at once! Sensei will be back any minute!"
"Tch," scoffed Dion, ripping open the front of Izzy's shirt and sending the buttons flying. "I don't think you quite understand the kind of situation you're in!" Dion unfastened Izzy's belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, and pulled them down to his ankles. Izzy felt the cold air on his legs and started to blush as the other boys' eyes came to focus on his brief style Pokemon underwear.
"Holy shit, the big bad Disciplinary Committee Chairman still wears little boy underpants!" exclaimed Kayden.
Izzy's face flushed with embarrassment as he was forced to his knees. Dion unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect cock, slapping it on Izzy's forehead a few times. "Here's a nice pacifier for the little baby," he said. "You'll take care of this for me won't ya?"
Izzy closed his mouth tightly and shook his head back and forth. Dion tried to get it in but the boy would simply not cooperate. "Get him over the desk," said an annoyed Dion. We're gonna have to show The Chairman here what discipline is really all about! "
Max and Kayden lifted Izzy back up and slammed him down so he was bent across the desk, while Dion used the boy's own necktie to bind his hands behind his back. Izzy tried to kick the boys away, but the slacks pooled at his ankles made the task impossible. Dion unlooped Izzy's belt from his pants, doubled it over, and swung it hard across Izzy's underwear-clad bottom.
"Owwww!" Izzy screamed, as a line of firey pain lashed across his bottom. Max and Kayden held Izzy down by his shoulders and Dion struck his bottom again and again, each painful lash eliciting a fresh cry from the boy. Dion wasn't sure how much Izzy was acting and how much of it was real, but he discovered that he really enjoyed spanking Izzy, and wasn't going to hold back unless he said the codeword. Max and Kayden were both getting turned on as well, and Max noted that despite his initial reservations, he found the whole scenario quite fucking erotic.
Izzy was shocked by how much it hurt, but he tried to remain in the headspace of the victim. Being held down like this, forced to take the abuse, unable to make it stop, it was all even more intense than he'd imagined. His dick was rock hard, and the fuckin' hadn't even started yet.
After about 20 solid blows, Dion stopped and said, "So Chairman, you gonna do what we say now... or shall we continue."
"Yes yes please I'll do it," sobbed Izzy, his face red and his eyes moist with tears. Just please don't spank me anymore!"
Izzy squealed as Dion gave him a final lash with the belt and said, "Good boy Chairman. You always did learn your lessons well. No wonder you're an honor student. Now get down there and suck my dick!"
Max and Kayden pulled Izzy off the desk and sat him roughly on the ground, causing him to yelp in pain as his very sore bottom hit the floor. He bent his knees and rested his ass on his feet, fixing his eyes on Dion's rapidly approaching cock."
"Holy shit!" Kayden exclaimed. "This kid got a boner just from us beating his ass!"
"That's not true, I..." Izzy's retort was cut short when Dion shoved his horny dick into the boy's open mouth. Izzy gagged as the turgid intruder hit the back of his throat. Dion grabbed the boy's head with both hands and started a good rough mouth fucking. Izzy was totally into the role now and started thinking like the victim he so desperately wanted to be, "Why is this happening to me? I always followed the rules. Why am I being punished like this? I was only doing my job! They were the ones who choose to break the rules! He's moving too fast! This isn't fair!"
Tears were streaming down his face and he continued to gag as Dion's filthy dick repeatedly bottomed out in his mouth, his balls slapping Izzy's chin with every thrust. Izzy was salivating heavily and forced to constantly swallow for fear of choking on the fluid, which was mixed with the nasty taste of Dion's unwashed cock, the scent and flavor burning into his mind as the punishment continued.
Max and Kayden had both pulled out their dicks, stroking them lazily as they knelt on either side of Izzy and began licking the sides of his face, slurping up his tears, and flicking their tounges across Dion's pole as it kept thrusting in and out of Izzy's mouth. The added humiliation caused Izzy to let out a suppressed whimper, the only thing he could do at this point.
"MMMMmmmm Chairman," Max teased. "Your tears taste so good! I could get addicted to this."
"Argh, fuck Chairman! I'm getting close," grunted Dion. "Be sure and swallow it all or you'll have to lick it off the floor. Oh fuck, I'M CUMMING!"
Izzy tried to pull his mouth off of Dion's dick, but Dion's grip was firm and he could do nothing but swallow down every squirt of Dion's filthy spunk. Dion held on for a bit after he finished cumming before pulling out, then wiped the saliva and spunk off his dick on Izzy's face. Izzy started coughing and thought he was going to throw up, but was fortunately able to keep everything down. He looked up at Dion as a single tear ran down the side of his face, feeling the shame of what had just been done to him.
"That was fuckin' great!" Dion beamed. "But you have much more to learn. You should be thanking us, we know how much you like your lessons. Look how hard your dick still is! You must be a real pervert, getting hard from having your naughty ass spanked and sucking on your senpai's dick like that."
"It's not like that!" exclaimed Izzy. "I don't like this at all!"
"You say that, but this part seems to be way more honest," said Max as he rubbed Izzy's crotch with his foot. "Get him back over the desk. This is payback for you ruining my plans to fuck my girlfriend tonight. You'll take responsibility, right? "
Izzy grunted as the boys lifted him up and bent him back over the desk. Kayden held him down and he felt Max pulling his slacks from around his ankles. Once they were off he started to squirm and kick his legs, fearing what they were going to do next. Dion gave him another sharp crack with the belt, sending fresh fire into his backside and causing him to again squeal in pain.
"Thought you were gonna be a good boy, Chairman," sneered Dion. "Guess we'll have to do this the hard way," Dion said, raising the belt again.
"No no wait please I'm sorry I won't fight anymore please stop!" Izzy pleaded. He finally accepted that there was nothing he could do to stop what was coming next, and he couldn't stand any more of that awful belt. His dick continued to betray him, remaining hard and soaking the front of his underpants with precum.
"This is your own fault Chairman," an angry Max said. "This is what happens when you go around getting people in trouble for no reason. Now it's you who's in trouble!"
With that said, Max yanked Izzy's undies down to his knees. He let out an impressed whistle as he surveyed the state of Izzy's bottom. Deep red belt marks crisscrossed and overlapped each other, while the entire surface glowed in a slightly lighter shade of crimson. The sight of Izzy's beautiful ass in such a state caused Max to feel a twinge of remorse, while at the same time turning him on even more. These conflicting feelings really confused Max, but he had made a promise to Izzy to see this through. And if he was totally honest with himself, he was way too fucking horny to stop regardless.
Max pulled a tube of lube from his pocket and slathered it on his dick. He knew that Izzy wanted a brutal anime rape, but there was no way he was just gonna shove it in dry. That was his unspoken "codeword" moment, and he hoped Izzy would understand, but he wasn't gonna risk making that sweet little kid bleed. This was the fucking PLEASURE Club after all, and that prospect did not bring him any pleasure at all.
Izzy could feel the lube on the tip of Max's dick as it pressed against his asshole and he breathed a slight sigh of relief. Though he WAS prepared to take a right proper dry dicking, he was also afraid that it might hurt so bad that he'd be unable to enjoy the rest of the experience. The line between fantasy and reality was a blurry thing, and he was still learning where his true limits lay. Max's gesture made Izzy trust the boy even more, although that did kind of take him out of the roleplay for a second. He was supposed to be getting fucked against his will, not swooning over the kindness of his gentle friend!
Max plunged his dick balls deep into Izzy's ass with a single thrust, bringing the boy back into the role of the victim. "OWWW STOP!" he screamed. "Pull it out you sicko! It hurts! "
Izzy wasn't totally acting. It did hurt. The lube certainly helped, but he wasn't used to being penetrated so suddenly and without prep. But it wasn't complete agony, and he went ahead with the game.
"Oh fuck, you're so fucking tight, Chairman," Max said as he started fucking Izzy at a good rapey pace. "You're even better than my girlfriend! You like it too, don't you?"
"No I don't! It hurts! It really hurts! Pull it out please!" screamed Izzy, as fresh tears leaked from his eyes.
"I'll pull it out," said Max, withdrawing to just the tip, "And then, I'll shove it right back in! " he yelled as he plunged it back to the hilt.
"NOOOO!" screamed Izzy, as Max continued the assault. He was fully in the zone again, a good little boy being violated against his will for the unforgivable crime of simply following the rules.
Izzy continued to expel pained grunts and protests, stoking the fires of Kayden's mischief. "This kid talks too much," he said with an evil smile. He grabbed Izzy's head and lined his dick up with Izzy's mournful mouth. "You'll take care of me too, right?" he asked, fully knowing the answer.
Izzy was overwhelmed with the violent sensations as the boys plowed into both ends of his body. There was absolutely nothing he could do to escape. He just wanted it to stop. All he could hope for is that they'd cum quickly and he could go home. But they just kept fucking him. And fucking him. And fucking him.
The pain of the initial penetration was starting to fade, and to Izzy's horror, it actually started to feel good. God no! Why was this feeling good? He hated this. The shame, the pain, the humiliation, the complete lack of control. He'd been betrayed by the system he'd sworn to uphold. Betrayed by the students who were supposed to follow the rules. And now he was being betrayed by his own body, his treacherous prick pulsing with pleasure as he was mercilessly spit-roasted in his own classroom.
Max and Kayden both noticed that Izzy's plaintive protests had turned to moans of enjoyment. This increased their horniness even more, as they knew that Izzy was approaching the "mind- break" experience he was looking for. They gave each other a knowing nod and started moving even faster.
"See Chairman, doesn't it feel good when you're finally truthful with yourself?" Max asked smugly. "I'll reward you for being so honest!"
Max reached under Izzy and started jacking his shameful erection, causing the boy to moan even louder as the dishonorable violation swelled to the event horizon of ecstasy from which there was no escape.
"No!" thought Izzy. "I won't lose to them! I don't want to cum from this! Oh fuck, no! No! I'm... I'M CUMMING!!!!"
Izzy's inefficacious efforts were all for not as the unwanted orgasm blasted from his dick with nuclear force, torturing the boy with a disgracefully delectable discharge that rivaled anything he'd ever felt before. Max and Kayden each exploded at the same time, both boys baptizing his mouth and bowels with their bitter batter, the evil ejaculate efficiently excoriating the last remaining shreds of his dignity and self- respect. How could he ever return to school after this? How could he ever face these boys again? How could he ever live without their cocks?
After they recovered from the intense cum, the boys untied Izzy's hands. His arms were really sore, and he just let them hang loosely on either side of the desk, laying there quietly sobbing while Max's load slowly leaked from his punished asshole, and the flavor of Kayden's spunk still swimming on his tongue.
"You be sure and clean up in here Chairman!" said Dion as the boys zipped up their pants. "We don't want the classroom smelling of squid. I'm sure you won't say anything about this, seeing as how much of a cum-slut you turned out to be! "
"Yeah Chairman!" said Max, giving him a crisp slap on the ass. "See ya tomorrow after class!"
The three delinquents broke into a hardy laugh as they turned and left Izzy alone with his shame, looking forward to all the fun they'd be having in the future.
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"Are you okay Izzy?" Max asked while gently rubbing his punished bottom. "We didn't go too far did we? "
Izzy slowly pushed himself up from the desk and turned to face the boys, his dick still hard and dripping out the last remnants of his amazing cum.
"That. Was. Fucking. AWESOME!" he exclaimed, a big shit-eating grin on his face. "If anything, I'm a little disappointed you guys didn't rape me more. In the comics, they usually fuck the kid multiple times. Like a real mind-break would be after the first orgasm, the kid begs for it and gets double penetrated while screaming 'I love dick' or something..."
"Jesus Christ Izzy," said Dion, shaking his head. "Sorry we all sucked at rape. I guess we need more practice."
"I'm just bustin' your balls guys. It was really fun, and gave me a lot to think about. I'm pretty sure I don't want to be raped for real, but the fantasy aspect still excites me. I'm really glad you guys agreed to help me experience that."
"No problem dude!" said Kayden. "That's what The Pleasure Club is all about. Plus, we all enjoyed it too. I think Dion liked spanking you a little TOO much though..."
"I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that it may incriminate me," said Dion with a smirk.
"Anyway..." Izzy said. "As good as that was, I'm still pretty horny. You'll all take responsibility, right?"
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