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Yo-Yo Chronicles Two: Balloon



   By Ed Rider



   "I don't know if I should bring this up," said Ellie.  "It's pretty far
out there, and I know how uptight you are."

   We were sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner.  "That's not fair,"
I protested.  "You know that I'm doing my best to be open-minded about your
strange ideas that you hear from your strange friends."

   "They are not strange," shot back Ellie.  "They're just not as boring
and plain vanilla as your friends."

   "I wish you were a little less plain vanilla in bed," I said, moving the
subject even further away.  She laughed, and I laughed.

   It was a discussion that we were constantly having, but it wasn't a
serious one.  We had married six months ago, and the honeymoon wasn't over.

   I was the more stodgy of the two of us, except when it came to sex.  She
was trying her best to be more uninhibited and experimental, but it was
hard for her.  I didn't care that much, because I was so in love with her
that every second we were together was special, even if it was just
watching her amazing body as she walked across the room.

   "Well, as it happens, Velma was talking about sex," she said.

   At first, I didn't understand, but then I realized she had circled back
to the thing she wasn't sure she should bring up.  I knew she worked with
Velma, and they often had lunch together.

   "What did she say?" I asked with a smile.  "Did she give you some
pointers.  Velma is hot."

   "Oh be quiet, Stu," said Ellie.  "You are such a flirt." She and I both
knew that I never flirted with another woman.  I did stare at a shapely
woman when we were in public, but only one: Ellie.  I had a one-track mind
when it came to her, and she loved that.

   "Velma has been married for seven years, and she told me that she and
her husband were getting into a rut when it came to sex.  A friend of hers
told her about a special club where couples went to watch live sex shows.
She persuaded her husband to go with her, and after that their sex lives
improved 1,000 per cent."

   "What kind of club?" I asked.  "Is it legal?"

   "I don't know," said Ellie.  "She didn't say much.  She said if we go,
the first time should be a surprise to both of us.  She said that they did
some pretty strange things, but it worked, because she and Bob are having
more exciting sex than ever before.

   "I wonder if Bob says the same thing," I said.  "We're seeing them
Saturday, so I'll ask him."



   We were in a restaurant and the girls had gone to the powder room.  "So
tell me about your amazing sex club," I said to Bob.

   He was expressionless as he answered.  "Velma told me you'd be asking
about it," he said.  "I'm not allowed to tell you any of the details, but
I'm supposed to answer honestly any questions you put to me."

   I thought that was a strange reply.  "What do you mean you're not
allowed?" I said.

   "Velma made me promise, because if you decide to go, she wants you to be
surprised."

   "What is it like?"

   "That's too vague."

   "Did you enjoy it?"

   "No."

   "But I thought you went there all the time."

   He didn't say anything.

   "Are you going there all the time?"

   "No."

   "Why not?"

   "Because I refused to go back."

   "Wait a second.  I thought this club spiced up your sex life.

   He didn't say anything.

   "Is that wrong?"

   "No."

   "You mean, the club did improve your sex life?"

   "Yes."

   "Then why did you stop going?"

   "I'm not allowed to tell you because I can't give you any details."

   I saw the girls coming back to the table.

   "Do you think we should go to the club?" I asked him.

   "I can't answer that.  I have an opinion, but I promised Velma I
wouldn't give you my opinion."

   "The two of you must be discussing the world's problems because you look
so serious," said Velma as the girls joined us.  I looked at Bob, and he
was frowning at me and moving his head ever so slightly from side to side,
signaling me he didn't want to share our conversation.

   "Yes, Velma," I said.  "Bob and I were talking about whether we should
withdraw troops from Pakistan immediately or wait until they begin loving
us." We all laughed, but I saw Ellie and Velma exchange glances.  They knew
exactly what we had been talking about.

   Driving home, Ellie asked me, "What did Bob tell you?"

   "Not very much, but I could tell he had mixed feelings about it," I
said.

   "Did he say it improved their sex life?"

   "Yes."

   "Then what's the harm of trying it one time." She sounded enthusiastic.
Velma had definitely sold her on the idea.

   "I guess there's no harm," I said, "but even though he didn't exactly
warn me against going, I got some bad vibes from Bob."

   "Well, I still want to go."

   "OK, but you've been warned."

   "Velma said the club moves around, so she'll find out where it is now.
As soon as she tells me, I'll make reservations."

   "OK," I said.  Even though Bob said the club had made sex better with
Velma, his demeanor told me that wasn't the whole story, and I wasn't
enthusiastic.  In fact, I hoped Ellie would forget all about it.

   But she didn't, and a few days later, she announced we'd be going there
Saturday night.  The club only operated once a week, and it was being held
in an old theater on the other side of town.  It wasn't in a dangerous
neighborhood, but when we parked in the theater lot, I looked around and
saw it was one of those areas that was getting a little seedy.

   There were some large bouncers at the door who checked our reservations.
In the lobby, there were women everywhere wearing long white robes talking
to couples.  We looked around.  I didn't see any men other than the men who
were accompanied by women, like me.

   One of the women in a white robe approached us.  She didn't look at me
but addressed Ellie.  "You will be going this way, and he will be going
that way," she said, pointing at two exits from the lobby.  I saw other
couples splitting up and going where she was indicating.

   "But we're together," said Ellie.

   "Oh, don't worry, honey," the woman said.  "You'll rejoin him inside the
theater.  We just have to explain how things work, and we prefer to do it
separately for the men and women, because they usually have different
questions."

   "Oh," said Ellie and waved at me as she walked to the women's exit.  I
slowly walked toward the men's door feeling uneasy.

   The door led to a long narrow hall that seemed to go around the side of
the theater to what used to be backstage.  I followed the men into a large
room with old mirrors and lockers.  On a counter was a stack of white
towels.  The only furniture was wooden benches.

   I saw some men taking off their clothes and wrapping a towel around
their waists.  The lockers all had padlocks with keys in them, and after
the men closed the lock, they took out the key and left through another
door, wearing only their towel.

   I and about 20 other men just stood there looking until a tall woman
wearing a white robe came in and shouted, "Everyone who's here for the
first time, come this way." She led us to a corner and then spoke loudly
above the sound of the slamming lockers.

   "Please take off all your clothes and put them in any locker," she said.
"The key has a plastic stretch band attached.  Put that on your wrist so
you don't lose it.  Then wrap a towel around you and exit through that door
and look for your friend who came with you."

   "What if we don't want to take off our clothes?" asked one of the men.

   "No problem," she said.  "Just exit through this door, which will put
you on the side of the theater.  Walk around to the front and wait.  We
will announce that anyone missing the man who came with her should go to
the front of the theater."

   The man who spoke and about five others left.  The rest of us looked at
each other and then started taking off our clothes.  I wanted to leave, but
I wanted to explain to Ellie first.  I could always come back here after I
saw her.

   I entered the theater feeling stupid wrapped in my towel with my key
hanging from my arm.  I looked around.  All of the theater seats had been
stripped from the each row and replaced by padded benches.  Men and women
were sitting next to each other and talking.  The men were all naked and
sitting on their towels.  The women were all dressed.  There was a nervous
buzz to the chatter, and I noticed each couple stayed far away from the
next couple on the bench.  No one talked to anyone except the person they
were with.

   "Over here, Stu."

   I heard Elllie's shout and looked around.  I finally saw her sitting
about five rows back in the center.  I went to her.  "We're leaving now," I
started to say, but she stopped me by kissing me.

   "Just listen," she said.  "They told us our men would be nervous and
skittish the first time.  But they said to show them we loved them, and you
know I love you.  They said that they guaranteed you and I would have a
great night of sex after the show or they would refund our admission.

   "I asked how they could know, and they said they would take our word for
it if we weren't satisfied.  They said the show might make the men a little
squeamish, but it didn't matter, because they knew it would work.  Stu, I
can tell you want to go, but won't you at least try it for one time? 
Please don't go plain vanilla on me tonight."

   Her smile and her joke worked like she knew it would.  I couldn't say no
to her.  She looked excited and radiant, and the show hadn't even started.

   "OK," I said, "but I have a feeling I'm going to regret this."

   "I didn't quite get everything about the show," Ellie said, "but I
understood that it involves volunteers from the audience who perform with
professionals in a kind of erotic play."

   I looked around the room.  There was no curtain on the stage, and it was
brightly lit by lights above and at the edge of the stage.  In the audience
area, there were a number of spotlights aimed at the stage with operators
sitting behind them.  There were also video cameras everywhere, and in the
area in front of the stage, there were two women sitting on the carpet
fitted with professional body-held cameras and batteries.  They were
wearing white robes, along with lots of other women standing everywhere,
mostly among the audience in the wide rows or in the aisles at the ends of
the rows.  Some of them were holding batches of balloons.  There were no
men anywhere, except the naked men like me sitting on their towels next to
a woman.

   There was not much decor, just the balloons everywhere.  At the end of
each aisle there was a big bouquet of balloons, and more big bunches were
at the back and the sides of the stage.  They were big, round cheap looking
balloons in many different colors.

   Ellie unwrapped my towel and put it on the padded bench, and I sat down
on it.  "During the show, I'm supposed to pleasure you with my hands," she
said and smiled at me.  "I guess I get my pleasure later."

   A sound of trumpets came over the speakers and died down after a few
seconds.  On the stage, a tall woman in a white robe stepped up to a
microphone.  "Welcome," she said, "especially to those who are here for the
first time.  We've planned a great show for tonight.  It's about a man who
loses a bet to his girlfriend and has to let her watch while he submits to
two men for the first time.  Jilly will play the girlfriend, and Bobo and
Arnie are the two men.  A woman in white stepped forward and shrugged out
of her robe.  She was good looking and had a voluptuous body, which was
dressed in a skimpy bikini top and a thong.  Two men stepped out next to
her and also dropped their robes.  They were both muscular and bursting out
of their Speedos.  I heard a gasp from Ellie, and then she looked at me and
smiled.

   "Now we need a volunteer from the audience," she said.  "I know a lot of
you bisexual exhibitionists would love to be ravaged by Bobo and Arnie, but
we need someone who can act a little and pretend to be straight.  You have
to act afraid of them and make the audience think you are being forced to
do this by your girlfriend.  Do you think you can look humiliated and in
pain?  If you do, shout out, 'Balloon!" She stopped, and the room was quiet
for a moment.  Not many volunteers, I thought.

   Then I heard a voice shouting balloon, but it was a woman's voice a few
rows in front of us.  She was standing, and two of the spotlights turned
toward her while four women in white rushed toward her.  One held a big
batch of balloons.  I saw the man next to her jump up and turn quickly, and
then the two of them were surrounded by robes and I couldn't see anything
more for a few minutes.  Then the whole group, except for the woman who had
shouted balloon, began moving down the row to the aisle and then up the
aisle toward the stage.  The woman who had been with the man sat down and
watched, along with everyone else, as the women in robes and the naked man
in the middle of them were moving forward, slowly at first.  But the closer
they got, the faster they moved, and by the time they were starting up a
ramp at the side of the stage, all the women in robes and the man were
jogging together as a tight unit.  I heard a high voice coming from the
group, but it wasn't amplified so I couldn't hear what she was saying.

   The women and the naked man walked to the center of the stage in a tight
formation, two women pressing closely on each side of the man.  They
brought him to a second microphone.

   The tall woman spoke again into the first mike.  "What is your name?"
she said.  The man didn't answer.  His head was moving around the audience
and all over the stage.  He seemed to be looking frantically for something.

   "Jerome." It was a shout from the audience, and I looked and saw it was
the woman who had been with him."

   "Welcome, Jerome," said the woman.  "Do you think you can act as if you
are scared out of your wits at the idea of a man violently tearing you
apart?  Or are you going to disappoint us and show how eager you are to be
the bottom?  What do you say?"

   The man stepped to the microphone.  His voice sounded funny, and there
was a ripple of laughter in the audience from both the men and the women.
He stopped, and then he began again.  "Please, please let me go," he
pleaded.  "This is a mistake.  I didn't volunteer.  Tell them honey, it's a
mistake.  I'm just here to watch because she asked me to come.  I don't
want to be onstage.  I'm totally straight.  Tell them honey, it's a
mistake. I'm only here because she asked me to come.  I don't want to be
onstage." His voice continued, but his mike went dead, so I couldn't hear
him.

   "That was great, Jerome, said the tall woman.  "I'm always surprised at
how quickly some of our amateurs get into the roles and how convincing they
can be.  You really have me thinking that you aren't just dying to let Bobo
and Arnie stuff your butt, you naughty boy." There was more laughter at the
expense of the high-pitched queen.

   "I guess we're ready," the woman said.  "The actors will take their
places.  They know their characters, so they can improvise."

   She left the stage, and the four women in robes and the naked man, who
was still talking up a storm although nobody could hear him, went to the
large couch in a unit and sat down together.  The sexy girl in the thong
bikini walked over to them, and she put her hand out.  One of the robed
women pantomimed that she was putting something in the girl's hand.  Then
the girl sat down next to the man as the women in robes stood up and walked
off the stage.

   The girl had a body mike on.  "Now, Jerome, you know you lost that bet,"
she said.  "If you had won, I promised you a threesome with my hot
girlfriend.  But you lost, and so you have to make good on what you bet. 
These are my friends, Bobo and Arnie.  They go both ways, if you know what
I mean, and they're going to put on a show for me, with you as the star. 
What have you got to say about that?"

   She leaned into him so that her tiny right breast cup was at his mouth.
That must have been where the mike was attached.  I heard him crying and
pleading for a few seconds in his funny flaming voice, and then she moved
back so that his voice couldn't be heard anymore."

   "I'm sorry, Jerome," she said, "that won't do any good.  Why don't you
just face the music like a man." At this, she giggled and there was a roar
from the audience.

   "Take him away, boys," she said, and the two musclemen picked him up and
carried him to the bed.  He was really into it now, because he began
struggling and twisting his body as if he were trying to escape.

   I looked over at Ellie, and she was mesmerized.  Her mouth was wide
open, and he eyes seemed to be glazed over.  She was sitting as if at
attention and sweating so profusely that her face was glowing and her hair
was damp and matted.  One of her hands was still on my equipment, but it
wasn't moving anymore.

   I turned back in time to see them drop Jerome on the bed.  He
immediately tried to jump up, but one of them climbed on top of him.  After
that, it was just three gay men doing their thing.  Bobo and Arnie
pretended to force him to use his mouth on them and swallow their sperm. 
They pretended to force him to eat their ass out.  They savagely took him
in all kinds of positions.  Even though it was a play, when they were
pounding into him, I wondered how gay men could enjoy this kind of sex.

   Ellie started playing with me as she watched the action, but I wasn't
aroused by what I was seeing.  I looked around the audience.  Some of the
men were watching the stage, but most of them seemed to be looking around
like I was.  The play lasted about an hour.  Ellie didn't take her eyes
from the stage.  I wondered what she was thinking.

   When Bobo and Arnie had let loose inside Jerome's mouth and rear for
what seemed like the umpteenth time, the sound of the trumpets was heard
again and the tall woman returned.

   "Wasn't that a great performance," she said, and the audience jumped to
its feet cheering.  I was surprised, but then I saw it was only the women
in the audience.  The men I could see were all sitting on their towels
looking uninterested -- like me.

   Ellie was one of those standing and yelling and clapping wildly as the
woman said, "Let's hear it for Bob, Arnie and, most of all, Jerome." The
three men came to the center of the stage and bowed, although Jerome seemed
to be so bushed that the other two had to hold him up and push his head
down into the bow.

   The lights came up, and I watched the other men in the audience stand up
and pull their towels around themselves again and head back to the locker
room.  I stood up and started to do the same, but before I could move away,
Ellie turned to me.  One of her hands reached down under the towel and
tugged at my unexcited organ while her other one pulled my head to hers. 
She gave me a long, passionate kiss with a lot of tongue.  Finally, she
released me and said breathlessly, "Hurry up!" before she let me go.

   I went to the locker room and dressed quickly.  It was already almost
empty by the time I was done.  I quickly followed the other men down the
hall and back to the lobby, where Ellie was waiting with bright eyes and
red cheeks.  As we drove home, she didn't say anything, but she seemed to
be rocking back and forth impatiently in her seat.

   At home, she almost sprinted up the stairs even though she was wearing
heels.  I walked into the bedroom in time to see her panties drop to the
floor, next to all her other clothes.  She came to me and there was
wildness in her eyes.

   The next two hours were the most exciting ones in my life up to then. 
She was all over me.  We did every move that I had ever suggested and that
she had either agreed to reluctantly or declined completely.  Our
imaginations were going crazy.  She thought of some things that I hadn't
thought of, and I thought of other things that I couldn't believe she would
actually do.  At times I listened to us, and I heard the growls and grunts
of animals in the wild.  That got me even hotter.

   Finally, we both collapsed in exhaustion, and we were asleep within
minutes.



   There was an afterglow the next day, which was Sunday.  We didn't say
anything about the night before, but I looked at her often, and I saw her
looking at me a lot.  Around 4 in afternoon, all hell broke loose.  We were
in a heated rut until past 7, when we finally forced ourselves to eat
dinner.  We looked at each other in amazement.

   On Monday, we put our crazy weekend out of our mind and didn't talk
about it until Thursday, when Ellie told me she had given away our theater
tickets for Saturday so we could go back to the club.

   I wasn't happy.  "Why?" I asked.

   She looked at me in amazement.  "Don't you remember last Saturday night
and Sunday?" she said.  "Would you rather go to some play than do that?"

   "But we can do that anytime," I said.  "Now that we know how great it
can be, why do we need to go back to that stupid club?"

   "That stupid club is what got me all revved up," she said.  "I can't
believe you weren't turned on by that crazy drama.  It was so hot that I
thought I was going to have an orgasm just sitting there."

   "But I'm not gay," I said.  "For some reason, you got excited by that
little fairy degrading himself with those two hunks.  But that doesn't turn
me on.  You're the only one who gets me hard.  Whenever you want to go
wild, I'm ready to go wild with you."

   "But the club was what made me go wild," she said.  She smiled at me. 
"Please let's go again.  And try to open your mind so you can enjoy it more
this time."

   Of course, I finally gave in and reluctantly took her to the club again.
This time I disrobed and got into the theater before she did.  I found a
place toward the front for her, because I knew she'd like to see the action
close up.  I sat on my towel for a few minutes, and then I saw her at the
entrance in conversation with one of the white robed women who had gray
hair.

   The play that night was a variation of the previous week.  A man had
cheated on his wife, played by Jilly, this time in a dominatrix outfit. 
She told him that unless he submitted to her, she would divorce him and
take him for everything.  He gave in but then changed his mind, but it was
too late.  With the help of the two huge men, she put him in restraints,
tortured his sex organs a little and fisted him and then turned him over to
Bobo and Arnie for a thorough raping.  The volunteer this week was as well
built as his two tormentors, but that was the only difference.  After his
female friend shouted "Ballon!" and the white robed women converged on him,
he was just as eager to get on stage and jogged up the ramp with the women.
His voice was a similar high-pitched funny gay voice.

   I was either bored or disgusted watching the show, but Ellie ate it up
again and jumped out of her seat screaming and clapping when it was over.
The scenes at home later and on Sunday were also repeats, and I would be
lying if I didn't say I loved every second.  But it still bothered me that
Ellie needed that weird club to let her inhibitions go.

   On Thursday, we had an almost play-by-play repeat of the argument from
last week.  She wanted to go again.  I didn't.  "But we don't have anything
else scheduled for Saturday night this time," she said.

   "I loved our last two wild sex weekends," I said, "but is that all we're
ever going to do from now on?  Should we just forget our friends, our
interests, everything else except the club and our bodies?"

   "That's not fair," she said.  "I'm sure things will change, but isn't
this exciting for now?  Can't you see how great it is for us?  How many
couples are having the kind of relationship we are having?  You're the one
who was always telling me to let myself go.  Now you can have everything
you want, and you're a sourpuss." She smiled her smile, and we were back at
the club Saturday night.

   When we entered the lobby, she didn't go right to the women's exit, but
took me by the hand and brought me to one of the women in white standing
there.  "Hi Joanne," she said, "I want to introduce you to my husband,
Stu."

   "Pleased to meet you," said Joanne politely.  She was the gray-haired
woman I had seen Ellie talking to last week.

   "I'm pleased to meet you," I replied.  "I didn't know Ellie knew any of
the people running the club."

   "Oh, we had lunch together yesterday," said Joanne.  "Ellie tells me you
aren't enjoying the show.  Why do you think that is?"

   "Probably because I'm not gay or into humiliation," I said.  "I just
can't understand why Ellie gets so excited about gays pretending to force
sex on other gays and degrading them in various ways."

   "What if it were women doing the same thing?" asked Joanne.

   I thought for a minute.  "Yes," I said.  "I see your point.  That might
turn a man on.  Maybe it would turn me on, and it probably wouldn't do
anything for Ellie.  What you're saying makes sense.  But why do I have to
be here sitting naked next to her for her to enjoy your show?"

   "There are several reasons," said Joanne.  "One is that because you are
her husband and are beside her and naked, she feels secure, and she can let
her feelings flow without any guilt.

   "Another is that the men provide an important part of the atmosphere
that makes our show work.  Every detail you see in the auditorium has been
thought out to enhance the total effect."

   "Even the cheap balloons?" I said.

   She smiled and looked at Ellie.  I saw Ellie try to stop herself from
smiling back and pretending she didn't see Joanne's smile.

   "Especially the cheap balloons," said Joanne, continuing to smile.  "If
you two will excuse me now, I have some work to do.  Are we on for lunch
again next week," she said to Ellie.  "I'm not free until Friday."

   "Oh yes," said Joanne in an excited voice.  "I'd love to.  Same place,
OK?"

   "Fine," said Joanne.  "Goodbye for now." She walked away, and I turned
to Ellie.

   "What was that all about?" I said.

   "Shhh," she said with her finger to her lips.  "Let's go inside.  I'll
tell you later."

   The show wasn't much different that night.  The thin plot involved a
poker game, and the big loser had to service Bobo and Arnie in front of his
wife, Jilly.  This time the balloon volunteer from the audience was a small
man, and they made fun of his little equipment throughout the drama.  He
was really into it, and his acting was so realistic as he protested and
cried in his tiny voice that I could almost believe him.

   As I half-watched the action, I replayed the conversation with Joanne in
my mind.  Why was she having lunch dates with Ellie?  As soon as we got
into the car, I brought it up.

   "She's very interesting," was Ellie's reply.  "She's been with the club
a long time and told me some of the history.  I'm learning a lot about how
it works behind the scenes."

   "Like what?" I asked.

   "I don't want to tell you yet," said Ellie and turned to look out the
window.  "I'm going to find out more next Friday."

   She wouldn't talk about Joanne anymore, and when we got home, I became
too preoccupied with other things.  It was the craziest night yet, and
Sunday there was more of the same.



   As blissful as I was on the weekend, I was grumpy again the next
Thursday.  It just bothered the heck out of me that the two of us were
having the greatest time in bed that we ever had, and it was all because of
that disgusting show at the club.  I decided that I had to take a risk and
stick my neck out.

   "No more," I announced.  "That's it.  I'm never going back there.  If
that's what we need to be happy, then something is really wrong with us."

   Ellie teased and wheedled and smiled and cried, but I would not budge.
She finally ran off to bed with tears streaming down her cheeks.  I came up
a few minutes later and found her sniffling in her sleep.

   When I came home from work the next day, she was a happy camper again,
but as soon as she opened her mouth, it put me right back in a bad mood.

   "I had lunch with Joanne today," she said, "and I told her about our
fight last night.  She said I needed to compromise with my man and try to
understand him.  The club is making you unhappy, and that isn't good for
our marriage."

   "She said that?" I said, surprised.

   "Yes, and you want to know what she suggested?"

   "What?" I said.

   "That we come one more time tomorrow night if I promise you I'll never
ask you to go back again," she said.  She was smiling, but it wasn't her
usual innocent smile.  It looked a little crooked.  I stared at her, and
she looked away.

   I didn't like Joanne's idea, but after we went around and around for 15
minutes I gave in.  After all, I thought, it was just one more boring
evening, and I'd celebrate the end of the ordeal in bed with Ellie over the
weekend without even thinking of going through that again.

   When I walked into the theater the next night, I passed Joanne at the
front left corner.  She was looking into the audience and didn't say
anything to me.  I hurried by and saw Ellie on the aisle seat of the third
row.  She was looking at something and I followed her gaze.  It was Joanne.
They were having eye contact.

   When I came up to her, Ellie slid over on the padded bench and patted
the space next to her on the aisle.  I took off my towel and placed it
there and sat down.  She had quickly looked away from Joanne as I
approached, but she didn't look at me either.  We both waited in silence as
the tall woman in white came out after the trumpet sounds.

   ""Welcome," she said, "especially to those who are here for the first
time.  Tonight, we have a special treat." Every week was a special treat, I
thought.

   "It's a brand new play about a man whose girlfriend suspects he is gay.
He swears he is straight, but she says she won't believe it until he proves
it.  She has two gay friends, and they are going to test him.  If they can
get him aroused and bring him to orgasm, he will have to let them make love
to him while she watches.  If he doesn't respond to their caresses, he can
make Greek love to her.  Jilly will play his girlfriend, and Bob and Arnie
will be her two gay friends.

   "We need someone very convincing to play Jilly's boyfriend.  He's got to
be macho and a strong male figure who is angry at her accusations and ready
to prove her wrong.  Who knows, maybe he will, and then Jilly will get it
in her ass in front of everyone." Jilly broke into laughter as the woman
continued.

   "We don't know how this play will end," she said.  "It really depends on
our volunteer actor.  So is there anyone out there who can be our strong,
straight macho man.  If you volunteer for the role, please shout out loud
and clear.  What should you shout?"

   "Balloon!" shouted all the women at the top of their lungs, and they
erupted into laughter.  Ellie joined in.

   Then there was silence in the room.  The woman onstage became impatient.
"Come on now.  We can't wait forever.  Say 'Balloon!' if you want to
volunteer.

   I heard a slight noise next to me of someone clearing her throat.  I
looked and it was Ellie standing up.  "Balloon!" she cried out in a quavery
voice.  Everyone turned in her direction.  "Oh no!" I yelled and jumped up.
I was right next to the steps, and I started to run down them.  At the
second step, I was met by four women.  I never noticed before how large
some of the women were, but these four were all as big as me and they
blocked me from moving.  As I opened my mouth to yell again, something
rubbery was pushed in and I felt air going into my mouth.  It was a balloon
being held by one of the women.  She pulled it out of my mouth and I began
to yell again.

   I stopped when I heard myself.  My voice was small and high and sounded
funny, not angry.  I sounded like those flaming guys who had volunteered
before.  But I wasn't like them.  What was happening to me?  Then I
realized that the balloons were filled with helium, and that's what changed
my voice.

   In a flash, it came to me.  Those men were probably as straight as I
was, but nobody believed them once they got the balloon treatment. 
Suddenly I was frightened.

   Before I could try anything else, I felt some hands at my genitals as
one of the women in white whispered in my ear.  "Don't move, Stu.  You have
a string around your balls now.  It's thin and barely visible, but it's
strong.  It's tied like a Yo-Yo, so when it hangs loose, you'll barely feel
it, but when I pull on it like this, you'll know it's there.  I yelled as
she jerked the string.

   "If you don't cooperate I will keep pulling until I pull your balls
right off your body," she said.  "Don't think I won't.  Now I want you to
walk with us to the stage.  As we move faster, you'll need to move faster
if you don't want the string pulling your balls.  When we start jogging,
you'll need to jog with us.  Nod your head once if you heard me and
understand." She jerked at the string.  I yelled and nodded my head.

   The group with me in the middle began moving to the stage, going faster
with each step.  When we got to the ramp, we began jogging.  I tried to
keep up but occasionally my balls got a little tug as we moved to the
microphone in the middle of the stage.

   "This looks like a fine specimen," said the tall woman into her mike. 
"He's got some impressive equipment, enough to satisfy anyone in the room.
Right, ladies?"

   Cheers came from the audience.

   "What is your name, sir," she said, addressing me.

   I knew that whatever I said now would come out in that high-pitched
funny sound, so I didn't answer.  Then I heard a voice from the audience.
It was Ellie again.  "His name is Stu," she shouted.

   "Well, Stu, said the woman, "so you think you're a real man.  Tell me,
have you ever had sex with another man."

   I remained silent, but then I felt a tug below.  The string around my
testicles had been moved between my legs and one of the women was holding
onto it with her hand behind me.  It tugged me again, harder this time.

   "If you're going to act, you have to be able to speak, Stu.  Now answer
the question." Another tug, and this time I couldn't stop a squeak, which
made the audience laugh.  I would have to talk in that voice.

   "No I haven't," I said softly.

   "I can't hear you," said the woman, and there was a stronger tug.  I
squeaked again and shouted out in pain, "No, I haven't slept with a man."

   "Of course, you haven't, Stu," said the woman.  "I can tell by your
manly voice." She winked at the audience, which burst into laughter again.
"Now you'll get to prove to your friend and the rest of us how a straight
man resists the overtures of a gay man.  Don't let us down.  OK, actors,
we're ready to begin." Unlike the previous three weeks, as she walked off,
the stage went dark, and there was an excited buzz from the women in the
audience.

   The second the lights went out, the woman holding my string led me to
the couch.  I felt someone sitting down next to me, and the woman handed
the string to that person and left the stage.  The lights came up, and I
saw it was Jilly sitting next to me on a couch holding the string.  She was
as naked as I was, and she looked even sexier up close than from the
audience.  I looked down and saw the string wound around my balls in one of
her hands.

   The first thing Jilly did was put the hand that wasn't holding the
string behind my head and pull me to her face.  She pressed her mouth
against mine and gave me a deep French kiss.  It seemed to last minutes,
and when she pulled away, we were both out of breath and panting.

   When she broke the clinch, she laughed.  It was a light, good-natured
laugh.  "Stu," she said.  "I know you want to get married, and my folks
like you.  You are great kisser, and you just proved what a great swordsman
you are." She held my equipment up for display.  "Too bad you are too tired
for another round tonight." This brought some laughs from the audience.

   "But Stu, my stupid brother and his friends keep telling me you're gay,
or you go both ways.  I don't believe them, but I'm just a little worried.
I want to make sure the man I marry is all man.  Are you that man, Stu?"
She tugged the string.

   "Yes," I squealed in my high voice, and the audience erupted in laughter
again.

   "My brother and his friends also say you wouldn't talk like you do if
you were a real man," she said.  "I've got to know for sure.  So I asked
you to fulfill a quest for me, just like men did in the old days, and you
agreed.  Your quest is a test that you'll be taking tonight to show me that
you don't go for the guys and Jilly is the only girl for you.

   "I know this won't be easy, but I have a reward for you.  Even though I
don't like anything put inside my ass, if you pass the test, you get to do
it to me there.  I know you really want to do that.

   "But there's also a penalty if you don't pass.  You promised you would
service my two gay friends while I watch.  I'll ask you again, Stu.  Do you
agree to all this or do you want to give me up?"

   "Yes," I said quickly and found my quick response rewarded.  There was
no string pull, and she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, rubbing her
large breasts across me a couple of times before she sat up again and said,
"You are such a sweetie, Stu.  I want to introduce you to my friends Bobo
and Arnie." The two men came out onto the stage and stood in front of us.
They looked much larger than they did from the audience, and their packages
looked gigantic.

   "We're going to start in a typical gay position," said Jilly merrily, as
if she were explaining a game of hopscotch.  "Bobo will lie down on the
bed, and you'll get on your hands and knees on top of him, facing his feet.
Using only his fingers and his mouth, he's going to try to get you hard and
then make you come.  Of course, I know that's disgusting to you, and you'll
stay just as soft as you are now, right?"

   "Yes," I squeaked quickly.

   "One other thing.  I know that you really get turned on by my body, and
I want to be fair to you.  So I'm going to put on my clothes now so you
won't be distracted."

   I watched as she put on some plain white panties, a schoolgirl's pleated
skirt, a white blouse and some small shiny black shoes.  It was all pretty
modest except the blouse, which was too tight and showed some of her
massive chest where it looped open because she didn't put on a bra.

   When she was dressed, she took my hand and led me to the bed.  During
her dressing scene, she had never let my string out of one hand or the
other.

   Bobo was already on the bed when we got there.  She positioned me over
him, and I looked down and saw his long thick member lying limply between
his legs and shuddered.

   Jilly saw me and said, "Oh there's something I forgot to tell you, Stu.
I don't want you looking at men's thingamajigs.  During the test, I want
you looking straight ahead at that red light or at the flat screen monitor
next to it."

   I looked up and saw the blinking red light and remembered all the video
cameras set up around the stage and the two women who moved around in front
of the stage with their cameras.  All my humiliation was being recorded.

   "Ready, set, go," said Jilly and giggled.  She was now sitting next to
the bed.  "Oh wait," she said and came up to me and stuck something small
and round into my ear.  I barely felt it.

   "Are you ready, Stu?" she asked when she sat down again.  I hesitated
and felt the tug of the string.  "Yes," I squeaked and my voice was tiny
but thunderous.  I jumped at the sound and heard some squeals from the
audience.  I realized the thing in my ear was some kind of microphone
amplifying my voice.

   "Ready, set, go," she said again.  I focused on looking straight ahead
as I felt some hands softly manipulating my testicles.  But then a mouth
sucked my limp noodle in so powerfully that I couldn't control my body,
which tried to shrink back and move away.  My head went up in the air and
came down.  The mouth let go of me and Jilly got up.

   "No, Stu, we can't have that," she said.  "Remember, I said to look
straight ahead.  You can also look up, but never down, like you just did.
If you do that again, there will be a penalty.  If you want to look at
Bobo's thing, then you're going to have to suck it, too.  Do you
understand?"

   "Yes," I squeaked quickly and stared straight at the light.

   "Ready, set, go," she said after sitting down again.  The hands began to
manipulate me again and the mouth sucked me in.  I stayed as rigid as I
could and tried to think about something other than what he was doing to
me. I thought about Ellie and got angry.  I thought about the other guys in
the audience who were thinking I was gay and would keep right on thinking
that until it was their turn onstage.  I tried to think about being in
Antarctica in the freezing cold.

   Nothing worked.  Bobo's suction was so powerful that I was hard in less
than a minute.  Then he began lifting his head up and down while sucking
and I felt myself getting more and more aroused.  He slowed down for a
while, and I caught my breath, but then he speeded up again, and I heard
myself panting loudly on the speakers.  My body began shaking out of
control and my head snapped back.  Oh no!  It dropped down again for a
second.  I immediately aimed my eyes back at the light, but it was too
late. "Stop!" I heard Jilly say.

   She came over to me and said, "You were warned, Stu.  Now I want you to
suck Bobo while he's sucking you."

   I stared straight at the light and ignored her.  Maybe she would realize
it wasn't my fault.  I felt a gentle tug at the string, but I ignored it.
Then the string was slowly pulled back, pulling my testes with it, and
there was pain, sharp pain that was getting worse.  I lowered my head and
put my mouth on Bobo.  The pulling stopped.  I tried to collect myself, but
there was another gentle tug.  I sucked Bobo into my mouth and pulled my
head back, lifting his long tool away from his body.

   I felt him get harder in my mouth as Jilly said, "Use your tongue on him
while you're sucking." I tried to move my tongue around in my mouth, and
his entire length became rigid and pushed straight up at the roof of my
mouth.

   I felt his mouth begin to suck me in again and pull up and down slowly
and then gradually increase speed.  Jilly got up and came over to my head
and put her hands around it and then pushed it down and pulled it up a few
times at the same tempo as Bobo's mouth.  She released my head and I
continued to bob up and down in time with Bobo's mouth working on me.

   I was trying not to think, but I wasn't succeeding, and things were
getting very urgent down below, when Jilly said, "OK, you can stop, Stu."
Now you know what it's like to suck Bobo, so don't look down again."

   Relieved, I looked up again and saw that the flat screen monitor was now
on, and the picture was going back and forth between the close-ups from the
two video women in front of the stage.  I saw Bobo working on my aroused
member, and I saw my face looking into the camera and grimacing, trying to
keep from coming.

   Suddenly the suction on me increased tremendously, and my body lost
control again.  Too late, I realized that my head had dropped for a moment.
Jilly stopped the action again and told me to get to work on Bobo again. 
As I did, she said, "Did I tell you that Bobo once told me he could suck a
football inside out?" She giggled.

   Bobo had slowed down again, and I found myself once more following his
pace with my mouth.  Then he began sucking harder and moving his head
faster.  I found myself doing the same.

   My entire body was now shaking.  I knew that I couldn't stop myself, but
I tried anyway as the rhythm grew faster and faster.  Jilly stood up and
came over to me.  She put her hands around my head and moved my head even
faster as I began to groan.  Finally, I could hold back no longer, and I
exploded into Bobo's mouth.  I stopped bobbing up and down on him as I did
so, but Jilly's hands grasped me firmly and started my head moving again.
On one of the upstrokes, I felt something erupting in my mouth, but Jilly
wouldn't stop.  Up and down I went as Bobo pumped into my throat one second
and up into my nostrils the next.  Thick cream began to flow out of my
nose, and I breathed the mucous in and out along with the air.  Finally,
Jilly released my head and I pulled off of Bobo, gagging and spitting out
his vile discharge.

   I heard applause from the audience as I lifted my head up, and I also
felt something going into my rear.  It was soft and greasy, but it was
followed by something long and thin.  Then liquid began rushing into me.

   "You failed the first test," Jilly said.  She seemed to have lost her
breath and her voice sounded almost as squeaky as mine.  I realized she was
getting turned on as much as the women in the audience.

   "But don't worry, Stu, I'm going to give you another chance.  Just in
case you fail next time, though, we're giving you an enema to clean you out
completely for the boys.  But I'm sure you'll pass this time because you've
already come, and it will be really hard to get you going again."

   The tubing in my rear was pulled out, and Jilly pulled me up until I was
standing.  In a few minutes whatever was inside of me began working and I
was shifting my feet rapidly.  She pointed to the back of the stage, and I
started walking in that direction.  As soon as I stepped into the dark
area, there were two white-robed women pressed against me on either side.
One of them bent down and picked up the string that was trailing me on the
floor.  Both of them went in the bathroom with me, and afterward, they
washed my ass thoroughly before leading me back into the light.

   Jilly looked up and said, "OK, now that you're back and all clean
inside, we can begin the second test.  This time you're going to lie on
your back and Arnie's going to get over you." Soon I was looking up into
Arnie's crotch and feeling his tongue and fingers on me.  "This time, you
have to close your eyes and don't open them," said Jilly.  I closed my eyes
as Arnie went to work on me.  In less than a minute he had me hard and
squirming, and I opened my eyes for just a second.  Jilly saw.

   She walked over to the bed with her chair and sat down at the edge. 
"Pull him this way, boys," she said, "so his head is hanging off the bed."
They moved me around until she was sitting behind me and my head was over
the edge of the bed and in her lap.

   "You know you opened your eyes and looked at Arnie, Stu, but this time
all your have to do is suck.  Arnie is going to do all the work.  He's
going to deposit into your mouth, but he'll warn you, because I don't want
you to swallow.  Remember, hold it in your mouth.  No swallowing."

   Arnie climbed up onto me and sat lightly on my chest, using his knees on
either side of me to support himself.  He pushed his tool into my mouth and
began to move in and out rapidly as I sucked.  Behind me, Jilly put her
hands under my head and pushed the chair back so her lap wasn't supporting
me anymore, only her hands.  She slowly lowered my head as Arnie moved up.
He was now going almost up and down into my mouth.

   "I'm coming," he said softly, and I braced myself.  He shot into my
mouth like a pressurized water hose.  Spurt after spurt went into me.  I
couldn't help swallowing some of it, and a lot went up my nasal cavity, but
I managed to hold most of it in my mouth.

   "Now, I want you to spit it out as hard as you can," said Jilly as she
held my head up, facing forward.  "I want to see it go really far down your
body."

   I gathered my strength and with a giant heave, I spit it out as hard as
I could.  I was concentrating so hard that I didn't notice she had lowered
her hands again and dropped my head back.  The giant mass of slimy white
mess went straight up into the air as I watched, and then it came straight
down and exploded on my face.  I managed to close my eyes just in time, but
it covered them and every inch of my face, and I sucked it into my mouth
and nose as I breathed.  The noise of me gagging and gasping was loud from
the speakers, but I heard above it cheers, whistles and applause from the
audience.

   After a few minutes, Jilly came over with a big wet cloth and cleaned me
up.  Just as she finished, Arnie leaned over and sucked me in again.  He
worked quickly this time and I exploded within a minute.  Again, I felt
something stuck into my rear and liquid filling it up.  This time it felt
greasy and slimy.

   "Don't worry," said Jilly as the tube was pulled from me.  "That was
just lubricant.  We're going to give you one more chance."

   The chance didn't last long.  Even though I'd come twice in just a few
minutes, I was soon hard in Bobo's mouth.  The stuff sloshing inside of me
didn't help.  I couldn't control myself, and he lifted his head off me to
show the white stuff coming out of me.  It wasn't much this time, but it
was still visible.

   As I groaned with my release, I felt something at my rear again, and
this time it was something hard and big.  I looked up to see Arnie standing
between my legs and pushing into me.  He had recovered totally and was as
hard as a telephone pole and almost as thick.

   Now I heard myself making all kinds of desperate sounds from the
loudspeakers as he kept pushing deeper, along with disgusting sounds of the
lubricant being squeezed out of me.  Finally, his balls prevented him from
going further.  Now he began to slowly move in and out.

   I was so exhausted and in so much pain that I couldn't even think of
anything to do to make it easier on me.  I just made agonized high-pitched
sounds in rhythm with his grunts, which got faster as he increased his
speed.

   He pulled out further and further and plunged all the way back, until
with a loud pop he was out of me.  But a second later, he was back all the
way.  The pops got louder and more frequent and the pain kept increasing as
he did this faster and faster.  It added another sound to the squishing of
the lubricant, Arnie's grunts and my shrieks.

   Finally, he drove in hard and stayed in as his semen burst into me.  He
collapsed onto me, and I felt as though his dead weight was as heavy as an
elephant and he was crushing me.  But a moment later, he got up and walked
away.

   I lay there on the bed in a heap, with a white greasy mixture dripping
out of my rear, and Jilly came over to me and sat me up on the edge of the
bed, facing her with my back to the audience.  She stood a little to the
side of me so the audience had a clear view of her, and a bright spotlight
shone on her.

   She turned toward me and began speaking.  "I'm really sorry you failed
the test, Stu, but you were trying so hard that I was really touched," she
said.  "I thought it over, and I decided that I'm going to marry you
anyway. When you aren't making love to me, I'll enjoy watching you with
your friends."

   As she spoke, she unzipped her skirt, pulled it down and stepped out of
it.  Then she pulled off her panties, so she was dressed only in her little
black shoes and her tight white blouse.  She slowly turned around as she
said, "I've even decided that I'll give in and let you put it in my ass."
Then she spread her legs like a cheerleader and leaned forward while
pulling apart her rear cheeks so I and the audience could see straight into
her anus.

   "How about it, Stu," she said with a giggle.  "Are you up to it?"

   I couldn't hold myself up any longer and collapsed onto the bed, the
stage went dark and the audience erupted in laughter, cheers and applause.



   While the stage was dark, Bobo and Arnie came over and lifted me up. 
They supported my hanging body as they walked to the center of the stage.
The lights came up, and the tall lady was back at the microphone.

   "I think that's the best show we've ever had at the club," she told the
audience, "don't you agree?" The laughter, applause and cheers never
stopped while she was speaking and got even louder when she asked the
question.

   "We want to thank Bobo, Arnie and Jilly for great performances, but
mostly we want to thank Stu.  You were a superb actor, and you're welcome
to volunteer again whenever you want.  Thank you so much, everybody.  Good
night."

   The cheering continued for many more minutes and Jilly, Bobo and Arnie
bowed many times.  Each time they bowed, they pulled my body down to bow
with them.  Finally the audience began leaving, and the men carried me to
the back of the stage, deposited me into a chair and left.  I felt activity
about me, but I was oblivious.  The only thing I could feel was the
tremendous pain inside my anus and the utter humiliation in my mind.

   I didn't even think about Ellie until I looked up and saw her standing
in front of me holding my clothes.  I wondered for a moment how long she
had been there.  Time was something I couldn't comprehend at that point.

   Her face was long, but I was disgusted to see that it was also red.  She
had gotten off on my degradation, the same as she had with those other men.

   "Can you get up," she finally said softly.  I didn't answer, but I
succeeded in propping myself up and then pushing myself out of the chair.
She helped me get dressed, and then she put her arms around me to support
me as we walked.  I wanted to push her away, but I knew that if I did, I
would collapse.

   Slowly we worked our way out.  She was breathing hard from holding me
up, and I was wincing with each step as I felt stabs of pain in my anus. 
She opened the rear door of our car and I fell across the seat.  She pushed
my feet in, slammed the door and drove home slowly as I tried to find a
position with the least amount of pain.  Neither of us said a word.

   Somehow, she got me up the stairs and into the bed.  I feel into a deep
sleep instantly, and when I awoke, she was sitting next to me with a
worried look.  "What time is it?" I said.

   "It's Sunday afternoon," she answered.  I had slept 15 hours straight. I
felt hungry, but when I tried to get up, the pain was there again.  "I'll
go down and get you something to eat," she said.

   The horrible burning pain in my anus and the stabs of pain when I walked
took a long time to go away.  Ellie tried to convince me to see a doctor,
but I refused.  We didn't say anything about the club for a couple of days
after that awful night.  Ellie was the first one to bring it up.  She
didn't cry, probably because she knew that would really turn me off, but I
could see that her eyes were moist.

   She said that whether I believed her or not, she was really sorry for
what she had put me through.  She was told that any pain and discomfort
would be gone by the next day.

   "So let me get this straight," I said.  "You're telling me that you're
sorry for the pain, but you didn't mind humiliating and degrading me for
the pleasure of all those people, including you."

   "I'm sorry for that too," she said.  "You're right.  What I did to you
was something that was terrible, and I have no excuse, only an explanation
that is true but doesn't help.  The fact is, I don't know what came over
me. All I knew was that no matter what you said, I needed more of the club.
It was like I was addicted.  Then Joanne told me that if I volunteered you,
I would get the video to watch, even if I was no longer able to attend.  I
knew it was wrong to agree, but I couldn't stop myself."

   "The video!" I shouted.  "I forgot all about the video."

   "Don't worry," she said.  "Joanne told me the club has an online archive
and only bona fide members with passwords can get into it and watch the
videos.  It's not going out all over the Internet."

   "That doesn't mean anything," I said.  "Someone could hack the site, or
steal it some other way -- tomorrow or next month or next year."

   "I hope not," said Ellie with a worried look.

   That was the end of our discussion about the club.  Ellie never brought
it up again, and I tried to put it out of my mind.

   It took a month and a half until all the pain was gone, but even before
that we had already resumed sex.  At first, it was subdued and tentative,
but slowly we relaxed again and built up a head of steam.  A few months
later, we were as wild as we had ever been.

   The next time we got together with Velma and Bob, I caught Velma staring
at me.  When the girls were out of earshot, Bob said, "She's been watching
your video.  It turns her on even more than mine, so I suppose I should
thank you." He didn't sound very thankful.

   "You're welcome," I said, and I also didn't mean it.

   Every once in a while, I would catch a woman, usually accompanied by a
man, looking at me, maybe in a restaurant or a bar.  When I looked at them,
they would smile an inviting smile at me, but I never talked to them.

   About six months later, I came home early and heard sounds coming from
the computer as I walked in the door.  I quietly walked to the door of the
study and saw Ellie there watching the computer monitor as if in a trance.
It was the video of my performance at the club.  I almost gagged, but
tiptoed quietly back to the front door and made a lot of noise as I opened
it.  I heard the computer speakers go off in a hurry and the office chair
rolling away from it, but she didn't come out.

   "Ellie," I said, "are you home?" I walked into the study and found her
facing a bookshelf.  "I'll be there in a minute," she said with her back to
me.  I walked up to her and turned her around.  She was breathing heavily,
and her faced was beet red.

   "Are you OK?" I said.

   "Yes.  I don't know why I'm so flush," she said.  "I'll check if I have
a fever." She almost ran up the stairs and I heard the water running in the
bathroom.  In five minutes she was back and her face was the normal color.
"It was nothing," she said.

   That night was one of our wilder nights, and we both wore ourselves out.
But while she fell asleep right afterward, I stayed awake and thought.

   It disturbed me that Ellie was using the video of my degradation to get
her excited for our lovemaking, and I wanted to stop her.  But if I stopped
her, it might stop our wonderful nights of wild abandon.  Finally, I
decided that since we were never going back to that club, and my body was
recovered, I wouldn't make a big deal out of it.

   But to this day, I can't completely erase the feelings that come up in
me when I think about the video.  And I only think about it after a great
time in bed with Ellie.  Then I always wonder if she watched it earlier in
the day.  And whenever I see a balloon hawker at the park, no matter whom
I'm with, I automatically change the direction I'm walking to get as far
away as possible as fast as I can.  

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