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The Members Club
By Les Lea

I'd been seeing Shawn for over a year. Fuck buddies - that's all we were. Perhaps once or twice a month I'd drive over to his place in the mornings and we'd spend a couple of hours or so fucking. We couldn't make it any more often than that because we both worked and he was on a shift pattern and lived quite a distance from me… so when we did meet up… it was a relief, sexually at least, to both of us. 

I'd met Shawn through the pages of Spurt magazine. He'd seen an advert I'd put in and was one of the three replies that I liked the sound of and, once I'd received a photo of this hairy chap with a nice dick pointing towards the camera, we arranged to meet. We always met at his place, as he wasn't mobile and, as I'd placed the advert, I thought it was my responsibility to do the travelling. I thought he was 6 feet of pure hunk when I first met him. Around the mid fifties, hairy chest, slightly balding, pecs and a nice body that just screamed to be cuddled… and that was something he liked to do. That and kissing, he loved to kiss. Oh… and fucking, he loved to fuck, kiss and cuddle and would be throbbing in his pants from the moment I arrived, which I always took as a great sign.

Our meetings always seemed to follow a similar pattern. He'd greet me at the door and we would snog in his living room as his hands explored my passive body. Eventually, with my jeans (or shorts depending on the season) he'd be on his knees making sure my pants had the required bulge filling them out before he'd lick and suck my cock through the material. He had a thing about underwear and loved to pay attention to whatever I was wearing before they were pulled down for him to take a full-throated mouthful of my hardened dick. He'd slurp on it for a short while before turning me round and licking my arse, which he also seemed to enjoy. I knew from that moment it would only be a short time before he'd manoeuvre me over the chair arm, lube up my arse (there was always lube and a condom lying within arms reach) and insert his cock slowly, teasingly up my hole. He loved that first 'pop' as my elasticised sphincter muscle gave way to his thick,
 mushroom bell end while he ploughed on in. He was considerate but determined and once in would screw me remorselessly until he spunked for the first time. Once he'd accomplished that my underwear would be pulled up (though I left my other clothes in the living room), I'd be guided to his bedroom, laid over the bed with my feet on the floor, legs forced wide and he'd spend time playing with my available but sticky arse. Sometimes he'd use my undies to pull up tightly or rip apart (he loved to see my arse through the ripped and tattered material) and sometimes they'd stay in place for just a few seconds before he'd pull them off completely and shag my arse for all he was worth. Thirty or forty minutes later he'd stop for a breather, we'd have a drink and a chat before we'd snuggle up on the bed kissing and cuddling before our final shag.

It was all very nice but after the first few months I was worried we were falling into a boring routine and suggested we include other things. He seemed up for that so, we introduced role play - I was the young sleeping innocent who was ravished by the intruder (I even bought pyjamas and a night shirt for the effect) or I'd be the naughty young guy (I was about 20 years his junior and much smaller than him in all respects) who was caught wanking and needed to be punished. He liked to redden my bum before stuffing his cock up. He also got into tying me down and although the bonds were never too tight, he still got carried away shagging my accessible butt for all it was worth. I'd like to hold off coming for as long as I could, and often liked it if I wasn't allowed to ejaculate, as it made me more responsive to Shawn's needs. However, on one particular occasion towards what I thought was the end of the session I couldn't help myself and came
 in great gobs as he was fucking my arse with my legs over his shoulders. I looked over at the clock and realised that it was much later than I thought and I needed to be on my way home as I had to get to work. However, as I tried to extricate myself from his cock he pulled me back onto the bed, rolled over on top of me, and shoved his cock back up my well used arse and said he wasn't finished yet. As he slowly pumped me full for the next 20 or so minutes I realised that I was there just to service him and that, even though I'd always been the submissive one, I was now suddenly there totally for his benefit.  

When I left that day I had no intention of going back I was so angry. I thought that our relationship had taken an irredeemable turn for the worse and things would never be the same. I felt used… and not in a mutual, caring way. His messages continued to arrive on my computer and I answered them curtly and with barely an acknowledgement as to what had happened, and certainly from his tone it suddenly dawned on me that perhaps I was over reacting to something and nothing. Perhaps, I reasoned, he was just playing a part, and… hadn't he played it well? After all, we were supposed to be role-playing perhaps he was just a bit more convincing than I was. So, when I did visit him two weeks later my mind was all OK and I was happy to go along with what we normally did. On this occasion, when he had me tied down and he was merrily depositing yet another load up my squirming butt, there was a knock on the door. Shawn unplugged and went to answer it but left
 me tied to the bed. Moments later the visitor was introduced. "This is Steve," Shawn announced, "He's come to join in the fun." With that Steve started to undress as Shawn re-lubed my arse. Steve was a very brown bear-type of guy. He looked like he'd just returned from somewhere hot (which indeed he had) but as he removed his tight fitting jeans his cock was already rock hard and leaking a bit of pre-cum. Shawn manoeuvred himself under me so that I now had his cock resting against my lips and he left my arse for Steve to take control of. I'd noticed that the newcomer didn't appear to be as big in that department as Shawn but as he entered me, and Shawn stuffed his cock in my mouth, I could feel there was a huge difference. Whereas Shawn was thick, it was also very pliable when hard - if that isn't a stupid comment to make - but Steve's was steel-hard, with very little give in it at all. So, when he pushed on in I could feel every
 centimetre of it throbbing inside of me and when he started to fuck, he was like a piston, hammering away, hard and continuous. Under his onslaught it was the first time that I felt my stomach begin to hurt but even breaking loose from Shawn's cock and begging my visitor to slow down had no effect and he continued to batter my hole for a good 20 minutes before he loudly came. Grunting, groaning and moaning, he forced himself so far in I thought he was trying to break through my belly and, even after he came, he continued to slowly fuck me for another ten minutes, his cock never losing its steely hardness. 

Once he did pull out I felt relieved, achy and annoyed, while my arse was particularly sore. We chatted, well Shawn and Steve chatted about Steve's holiday to be precise. He'd just got back from Thailand. I lay between them crushed and a bit bored… desperately wishing that my time was up. I did notice that Steve's cock continued to keep its firmness and when, after about 10 minutes, Shawn went off to answer the phone, I thought it was the perfect time to look for my clothes and make an exit. Just as I was about to get up Steve rolled on top of me, looked me in the eye and told me he thought I was fantastic; good-looking, a great fuck and had the 'hungriest arse' he'd ever stuffed. Obviously he was not one for words. However, as he said this he'd managed to wangle his way between my legs and had pulled them onto his shoulders. As he came in for a kiss I felt his cock push against my well greased hole and he forced his way in. Oddly enough,
 I just thought it was impolite to push him away and that solid member thrust wildly into my abused rectum. He was still shagging me when Shawn returned with a look of, 'I should have known', on his face. It wasn't long before his cock had returned to some length and he got up behind Steve and inserted his slippery cock into the man who was fucking me. God, that seemed to hit a few buttons in Steve as he squirmed, wriggled and thrust in a completely different way as he enjoyed both sensations at the same time. After that, Shawn and Steve played 'tag' fuck. Just like in the wrestling, as soon as one had finished the partner took over reducing the opponent (me in this case) to a useless, submissive wreck. I'd never been flipped or fucked so much in my life before and as soon as I started to complain, my mouth was filled with the available cock. Even when I begged them to stop, as I really thought I couldn't take any more, they just slowed
 down the pace a little bit. That is until my hips got back into the rhythm and started bucking again… and then all hell would break loose as they tried to force as much dick as far up my hungry arse as possible.

When I was eventually allowed to leave, Steve passed me his card and said to call him sometime. As Shawn was out of the room at the time I took it with barely a nod of acknowledgement. The truth is; I loved the way Steve fucked me. Completely different from Shawn and, the slut that I am, I wanted more. Over the next few weeks I met up with Steve on a regular basis and every time our sessions were long, tough, demanding, and explosive… I always returned home feeling the effects of the last fuck for a good few days afterwards… and eager to return for more. I saw Shawn once more but, to be honest, I didn't feel as thrilled as I did with Steve… and I found it difficult to respond. It didn't stop him filling my butt with his thick dick but our chats between sessions melted away and I found excuses not to see him. I felt bad but Steve was giving me something I didn't know I needed or wanted but my arse and libido certainly did.

It was on one of those occasions when Steve had me pinned to a wall with both his cock and a dildo shoved up my hole he asked if I wanted to take things further. As I was screaming, crying and begging for more at the time, he took that as a 'yes' and later that day I was introduced to "The Members Club".

The day had been terrific as we'd fucked wildly and I'd been well and truly stretched to accommodate Steve's… erm…shall we say… curiosity. We'd been out for a few drinks in the Gay Village and after I'd had a few he told me it was time for 'cocktails'. We walked through the dark streets and I had no idea where we were or where we were going but after about 15 minutes we arrived at a sort of warehouse type district where he found a huge metal door which he tapped on. His knock was distinctive and a voice the other side of the door asked for a name. He said a name, which wasn't the one I knew him by, but the door slowly opened and we were admitted. The bruiser of the guy on the door greeted Steve with a huge embrace after which, he looked me up and down, nodded to Steve and hugged me in a tight, equally welcoming embrace… his hands groping my arse as his tongue invaded my mouth. Steve smiled at my obvious embarrassment but
 cheerfully said that he'd introduce us properly later. He guided me in the direction of a purple light at the end of a very dark corridor. At the next door sat twins, perhaps in their late twenties each dressed in only a pair of leather shorts. Steve greeted them both as he had the bouncer on the door, this time it was him feeling up the twins, and telling them he had a new 'applicant'. I had no idea I'd wanted to join any club but I reasoned, through my slightly drunken haze, if Steve wanted me in a club… then I would be happy to join. Once through the next heavily locked doors we were in a dimly lit club where about thirty people were sat around chatting and drinking while being served by young naked and very acquiescent waiters. Steve asked me if I wanted any more to drink but I guessed from his tone that he thought I'd probably already had too many so I shook my head while taking in the spectacle of this strange club. The room was lit in
 a very moody but fascinating way, which served to make it intimate and welcoming. Bar service was given with a smile from the naked lads, and with a small gesture from the customer that service continued with a suck, a shag, a slap, a spanking… in fact, the waiters took anything that was done to them without so much as a shake of the head. I watched in disbelief when one of the young waiters, who I thought I recognised slightly, had his arse thrashed until he was actually crying. The wooden bat that was being applied to his arse with fervour I could tell even in the dim lighting had reddened his arse up considerably. As the tearful waiter walked unsteadily past me back to the bar area to get his next order, it suddenly struck me who he looked like. I tapped Steve on the shoulder and told him laughingly who I thought it was, he just nodded back saying I was correct. Hell, a Premiership footballer being used like that, he was said to be worth
 £40million in transfer fees, and here he was serving drinks to a set of… well… I wasn't sure yet… but it couldn't be good if they beat on the help like that.

As Steve had stopped to chat to someone who had his back to me, I looked around and noticed one or two more famous faces. There was a TV morning presenter, ex-sports star getting his cock sucked by one of the naked dudes. I could make out in a very darkened corner, the very 'happily married family man' who hosted the UK's top rated chat show getting all involved with a guy who looked like he'd just come off a Rambo movie… his muscles had muscles and the host just couldn't seem to get enough. Later, and I know I'm jumping ahead here, I saw him being fucked blind by his bodybuilding mate. The chat show host not realising (or perhaps he did) that there were three guys taking it in turns ram-raiding his arse.

Steve eventually stopped chatting and as his friend turned to move past me again, it hit me that I knew him from somewhere too… but I just couldn't place him. I was waiting for Steve to tell me but he just showed me through into another room. Here it was a lot noisier as there were bodies draped everywhere, some getting fucked hanging from ropes or off pulleys, or over some low slung surface. Guys were tied up and being interrogated, whipped, spanked, thrashed… the occasional scream focused my attention as I saw an older guy getting a huge thick black dildo rammed up his arse. Because of his scream he was quickly fitted with a horses bit that seemed to stifle any further vocal outbursts but he didn't appear to be taking the rough dildo fuck very well at all as he spun around trying to avoid any further penetration. He didn't succeed and the thing disappeared into him again and again and I could see tears pouring down his face mixing with the
 sweat that that coated his writhing body. I felt distinctly uncomfortable and moved closer to Steve for protection. He placed an arm around my shoulders and I felt happy but soon he was guiding me over to school vaulting horse. "I think that's got your name on it," he smiled at me. "Let's give it a try shall we?"
I thought he was joking until I saw his bulging crotch as he began to unzip his pants. Now I love to be fucked by Steve as you know but I was a bit reticent about doing it here… in front of all these… well… weirdoes. A drink suddenly appeared and Steve told me to drink. As my throat had gone dry a bit I welcomed the cool liquid, never giving it a seconds thought as my whole body suddenly began to warm up internally and my mind flipped into 'getting fucked' mode. It was like a dream as he helped me out of my clothes and, kneeling naked in front of him, I sucked on Steve's steely dick hoping to receive a mouthful before he took advantage of my arse. After a few minutes he stopped my ferocious sucking and took me over to the vault, bent me over it and tied me down with the aid of some Velcro straps. My cock was hard under me and I was looking forward to Steve's hard cock rubbing me and my cock to a fantastic orgasm. In fact, that was all I
 could think about was reaching that fabulous epiphany that Steve always took me to. I even closed my eyes as my brain throbbed in anticipation, conjuring up images of us fucking that danced across my mind's eye. My arse was already a glow, as was my head which felt light and woozy and very sexual, as he punched his way up into my guts. He was rough but I didn't care, all I wanted was for him to fill my butt and rhythmically rock my world until I spunked up all over the leather top of the vaulting horse. Jesus! My arse hole expanded as wide as it would go to accommodate his thick and urgent penis and not surprisingly my hips bucked in invitation to get him all the way in. The slap on my arse didn't even phase me as a hand swatted my humping butt. More slaps followed getting harder and harder and I knew then that this wasn't like Steve. I tried to turn around to see what was going on as I let out a whelp of pain, but I was held firm by the
 restraints and could only see forward. Ahead were many mirrors reflecting back all that was going on around me and I could see that I wasn't the only one getting a firm fucking. I noticed that Steve was shagging the footballer I'd seen earlier over one of the tables where a few guys watched and encouraged Steve to fuck harder. I caught sight of the big bouncer from the door who was sticking his dick wildly in and out of someone… only realising, after a few seconds, that someone was me. Stood behind him were the twins, now without their shorts but rubbing eagerly on two identical thick 10" cocks. The bouncer fell forward as he urged his cock and orgasm as deep as he could and I screamed out in agony. As the bouncer withdrew his long dick someone else moved forward and one of the twins took his place. I closed my eyes hoping that this cock wasn't going to hurt but when I opened them again, there in front of my was the other eagerly throbbing
 member of his brother. I knew I had little option and I opened my mouth. He slid it in at the same time as his brother slid up my arse and I squirmed around on top of that vaulting apparatus as I was spit-roasted like never before. My breathing was all over the place, and it wasn't helped by some one who kept coming by and slapping my reddened arse with a leather strap. Hell that hurt! 
The rest of the night is just a blur of cock. I know I was moved around the room a couple of times and each time I was sort of released, I was given another drink and I seemed ready to go again. I was passed around the assembled group and was shagged over, on, under and hanging in a variety of positions. The guys in this club were turned on to fucking - 'big time' - and I noticed that it wasn't just me but loads of other young, old and middle aged guys were getting their bums battered. How long we were there for I have no idea but eventually I found myself naked and covered in spunk almost collapsing at Steve's feet. The guy who I recognised as the one he'd spoken to on our way in had just finished filling my butt… and it dawned on me he was in the government… that's where I knew him from… he was a front bench spokesman for something or other. Steve dragged me to my feet and said it was time to go home. I was relieved but had no idea
 where any of my clothes were. He looked around but could only find a pair of used and discarded underpants on the floor and he watched amused as I tried to get them on… they must have been about three times too small for me. Anyway, with my cock, balls and arse barely covered we got a cab back to his place. The driver never batted an eyelid so I guess he was either in on what went on or just completely disinterested in a naked, cum covered homo.
I fell asleep immediately but I know Steve fucked me several times until mid-morning when I woke up. I asked him about the politician and mentioned his name. Steve told me that at The Members Club they never use real names, everyone is given a pseudonym on joining and that is the name used when they all meet for a session. The politician's false name was 'Delta', and now I got the reason for Steve saying 'Bulldog' as the password to get in to the place the night before. He told me about the exclusiveness of The Members Club.  Joining was by invitation only and even the rich, the very rich and the famous, all had to pass a strict scrutiny before being allowed in. It was apparently 'Delta' who kept beating my arse while I was being fucked and, according to Steve, he himself had fucked me three times. Steve said that 'Delta' had really gone for it and asked Steve, knowing I was with him, if he could see me again for another session? 
So, that's where I am now, getting ready to meet 'Delta' for a very private meal before he takes me back to The Members Club to "…fuck my brains out". He has already told me he has booked a very private playroom, which has two way mirrors so we can be watched but not disturbed. He says I will enjoy everything that he plans to do as the meal will be made up from all the aphrodisiacs he can lay his hands on. I have to say that even at my age, I'm flattered that a man as powerful as this politician fancies me… and I can't wait to see what will happen.
Ah, here's the taxi. I'll be off now. Steve says that we may well only see each other at the club now. 'Delta' has 'claimed' me and I'm now his. It's funny… but I don't even see that as a problem. Apparently, and without my say-so, I'm now 'owned' by one of the countries most powerful men. So, I suppose, I'd better not keep him waiting.




      

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