Joining the Club

  Joining the Club

  By Jackson Marcus

  Copyright 2014 Jackson Marcus

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  Just like every weekend lately, I was alone again. And as usual, I had a need: cock.

  My boyfriend Michael and I called it quits a month ago, and since then I’d had a serious dry spell. I couldn’t get a pickup at any of my favourite hangouts; Michael had poisoned everyone against me, it seemed. I’d come on to a guy and as soon as he figured out I was “that Adrian” there was no chance of anything happening.

  One of my FWBs had taken me aside after a particularly humiliating night and told me that Michael was telling all kinds of stories about me, warning everyone that I was trouble. Well, that explained why nobody at my usual hangouts would touch me with a ten foot pole, or their own, personal pole for that matter.

  This weekend was going to be different, though. This weekend, I was going on an adventure: the West Side Men’s Health Club. They had a hell of a sauna and bathhouse, or so the rumours went. I’d heard the stories that came out of it: that it had a secret admission process that barely one in ten men passed, and that if you did make it in, you were in for the time of your life. Not that I knew any members, but from the stories I’d heard, if you were looking to get laid, that’s where you went. Nobody ever left unsatisfied with the service.

  Now that I was at the doors to the place, though, I was having second thoughts. The building was nothing special, and there was only one small sign that indicated the name of the business. Maybe they’re keeping a low profile. I gathered my courage and pushed open the red door, and stepped inside.

  The foyer was gorgeous. A low reception desk held a very handsome young man, who was wearing not much more than a smile and a low-cut pair of swim trunks. He stood up when I entered and I gave him a very appreciative once over. He was built a lot like me. Slim, some muscle, but not too much, and an impressive package all added up to me suddenly wondering what he’d look like naked.

  “Hello, sir. I’m sure we’ve never met; my name’s Brad. Are you here for membership?”

  “Hey, Brad. Adrian.” I shook his hand, then coughed, suddenly uncomfortable. “Can I… Can I check the place out before I commit?”

  Brad’s smile didn’t change at all. He gestured to a door beside his desk. “Of course, Adrian. Just through those doors, and I’ll have someone in right away to see if you’re what the club looks for in a member.” Huh? What they look for in a member? I had to wonder who was scouting who here. He pressed his lips together as if trying not to giggle. “When the door closes, you go ahead and strip down, ok?”

  I nodded and stepped through the door. Brad gave me a grin, which I returned. My face might have seemed confident, but inside, I was fighting a hard battle against nervousness. What would they be looking for?

  The room was well lit, with a couple of large floor plants, a plastic chair, and a sofa. I stripped off my khakis and shirt, then folded them and added my briefs and socks to the pile I made on the chair. I’d barely set my clothes down before someone entered from the opposite door.

  This guy was the polar opposite of Brad. He was tall, well-muscled, and wore his clothes tight. The thick beard on his face made it challenging to guess his expression, but when he stuck his hand out and introduced himself as Ty, I could hear a smile in his voice.

  “Hey, Adrian. Brad tells me you’re looking for membership?”

  “Well, uh, I was hoping to, you know, check the place out…?”

  Ty filled the room with his laughter. “Yeah, yeah, that’s what they all say, but they all wind up wanting to join!” He stepped forward, suddenly all business. “Let’s have a look at you.”

  Ty’s hands shocked me with the familiar way they explored my body. He ran his fingertips along my flanks, then took hold of my arms and thighs in a firm grip. He lingered over my chest, tracing the lines of my pecs, then turned me around and massaged my hamstrings with his big hands. His fingers were never harsh, but there was still an air of authority to the examination. I definitely knew my place, and the idea… excited me.

  I started to pant, and despite the almost clinical nature of the examination, I was starting to feel the thrill of arousal. This seemed to be was Ty was waiting for. His hand slipped between my thighs to fondle my balls, then he encircled the base of my cock with his thumb and forefinger. “Here we are,” he said. I gasped as he gave me a firm squeeze before turning me back around to face him.

  My cock was fully hard now, and I couldn’t seem to get comfortable with such a big, strong guy checking me out. Ty was still running his hands on my body, feeling every inch of me, only returning to my cock now and again to give me what felt like a teasing touch. I stood stock still, afraid to protest or encourage. This was obviously part of the test.

  At one point he slipped a finger back behind my sac and traced around my ass before pressing his fingertip against my tight hole. I squeezed instinctively, and he withdrew his fingertip. “You don’t like that, Adrian?”

  I shook my head. “I like it fine, just didn’t expect it, is all.”

  Ty nodded and licked his finger. A thrill raced through me at his dirty act, and then doubled when he returned his finger to my hole. This time I consciously relaxed, letting him probe and prod until his fingertip slipped into my ass. When he was in to the first knuckle, he bent his finger just right, and a small dollop of precum spurted from my prick and splashed against his other hand.

  Ty looked down at the long string of fluid that connected me to him, then slowly lifted his hand and licked my precum off his hand. “I guess you do like that, huh,” he said in a matter of fact tone. He pressed another finger against my hole and I let him open me up. My cock bobbed as my muscles flexed. My body was reacting to his attentions automatically, and I was perfectly willing to let it do so.

  Without any warning Ty withdrew his fingers from me and stepped back. My cock throbbed and my hole ached with need, but he paid me no further attention. His eyes went up and down my body, and I cheekily did the same to him. For the first time I noticed that his cock was hard and prominently outlined by his tight pants. I almost offered to take care of him right there, but he turned away and opened the door behind him.

  “Go on in. First door on the left, put your clothes and stuff in a locker and grab a towel. Someone will show you around, I’m sure.” He winked at me and held the door open while I passed through.

  This area was clearly attached to the bathhouse. Hints of steam tickled my nose and I paused in the hallway before opening the indicated door. Was that someone moaning I could hear? Fucking right beside the change rooms? My cock twitched again at the thought of someone fucking in the next room, but I didn’t have the guts to open the door and check. None of my business. Plus, wasn’t that what I was looking for?

  I stripped out of my street clothes and wrapped up in the towel provided, which had a stylized P embroidered on it. I stepped out into the unknown. The signs directed me into the bathhouse proper, but it took a minute for me to gather my courage. Now that I was actually here, it was too late for second thoughts!

  I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this. For one thing, there were a lot of men here, maybe forty or fifty, and they all gave me the eye as I wandered the facility. For another, everyone here was hot as hell! Some of the men were older and bearish, and others were young, slim twinks, but every one of them
was just about perfect. My eyes about fell out of my head with all the ogling I was doing. I would have felt guilty if I wasn’t getting the eye right back!

  In the main poolroom of the bathhouse I could see even more men, but my attention was stolen by group of three that made a beeline for me as soon as I walked in. One older guy, a total muscle bear, flanked by two young dudes, and all three of them were sporting some serious meat. The smallest cock between them had to be eight inches long! My dick isn’t anything to be ashamed of, but these guys made me feel downright small.

  “Hey, hot stuff,” the bear said. “Haven’t seen you here before.” He raised his eyebrows.

  I coughed and nodded. “First day. Just checking the place out, maybe I’m gonna apply for a membership.”

  The three of them exchanged a look, with the two younger guys grinning like fools. The bear threw his arm around my waist. “Well, we’ve gotta show you around, then, right boys?” The two twinks nodded and we swept out of the steamy room.

  Down the hall and towards the change room, the bear stopped, grabbing my arm. “You ready for this, kid?”

  I nodded, but I wasn’t ready, not really. I didn’t dare to ask what was through the door. What if this is part of the test?

  “Well, come on in!” The bear threw open the door and I gasped at the sight. The room was full of hot, naked men! There had to be ten, no, twenty guys in there, all nude, oiled up and grinding on each other. The mass of muscular flesh gradually resolved itself into recognizable pieces. Here a young guy was getting bred by a bear daddy in a mask. Beside them two hot dudes were tongue bathing a moaning young guy who was being restrained by a pair of grinning men. I realized my mouth was hanging open, and that was when my bear escort attacked.

  “Grab his arms,” he said with authority. The twinks beside me obeyed, and I was immediately caught in their deceptively strong grip. I struggled for barely a second before the bear’s hand reached between my legs. He gave my nuts a good squeeze then ran his finger up my ass crack. It was like flipping a switch. My cock was instantly hard as a rock, but the twinks wouldn’t let me touch myself. I moaned through clenched teeth and stopped trying to reach my own cock. Instead I reached back, and the restraining hands relaxed just enough to let me get the bear’s cock in my hands.

  Huge! I couldn’t get my fingers fully around it, and I don’t have small hands. When I stopped trying to resist, the twinks loosed their grip on me. Obviously I wasn’t trying to escape. I turned and the twinks released my arms completely. The bear’s cock was as huge as I suspected, and uncut. It looked so tasty… I leaned forward to try to kiss the tip, or maybe even suck him a little bit.

  Suddenly I was grabbed by what seemed like a hundred hands at once! I’d forgotten about the orgy going on behind me, but the men in the room had noticed me and decided they wanted me in the mix. Strong arms and muscled bodies touched me as I was dragged backwards into the pile of men. Hands and fingers and mouths explored every inch of my body in an instant, leaving nothing untouched. I was almost immediately slick with oil, but someone splashed even more on me. It was impossible to determine whose hands were on me at any time. I couldn’t even make out anyone’s face in the pile of hot flesh that was threatening to consume me.

  My body reacted admirably. This pile of men was a force of nature that I couldn’t fight, so instead I went along with it and simply tried to keep my head above the surface. Fingers found my ass and probed me, first gently, then roughly, opening me up completely. My cock was stretched, squeezed, bit, pulled and tugged. My balls went through delicious torment from a hundred fingers.

  An eternity, or at least a minute, passed. I found myself in the centre of a group of smiling, sexy, oiled-up men. The bear who’d brought me in here was standing off to the side, stroking his monster shaft with a grin. The twinks were nowhere to be seen. Presumably they were somewhere in the mix of men who were now pressing cheek to jowl to get at me. Before another moment had passed, my mouth was the scene of a sword fight between at least three guys. Men growled and pushed each other, trying to get my mouth to themselves. I tried to help, but my hands were mysteriously pinned by hot bodies.

  Two of the guys at my head reached an unspoken agreement and half-straddled my chest. They pressed their cocks (sizeable) into my mouth (small). Meat popped in and then popped right out as my lips stretched beyond capacity. I was gonna be hurting in the morning, but it was worth it. This was what I’d come for! The stories were all true!

  My cock was in desperate need, but I couldn’t do anything about it. My arms were pinned beneath the legs of the two men fighting to have me suck them off. Hands lifted my legs and I felt the first cock tentatively probing my back door. Thank god they oiled me up! My hole was still pretty warmed up from the semi-thorough fingerfucking I’d gotten, but I still gasped when the prick slid into me. Whoever owned that thing didn’t stop until his balls slapped my buttocks. Over the grunts and shoving sounds I heard a satisfied sigh as meat drove itself home. I didn’t get even a moment’s rest before he started plunging in and out of me, pistoning his rod fast and hard. Too fast, too hard, too much for me, but I couldn’t object, not with my mouth full of cock.

  “Ahhh, fuck! I’m breedin’ him!” The two men at my head parted briefly and I got my first look at the man fucking my ass. His face was twisted with orgasm and my ass grew slick with the cum he was blasting into my hole. He drove himself deep inside me one last time before he was bodily dragged from me. His cock pulled free of my ass and left me shaking with sudden emptiness. I wasn’t waiting long. The man who’d pulled him off, a Nordic giant with muscles like Thor, slapped my upturned ass with his Leviathan-like cock. He gave me an evil grin, probing my puckering hole with his fingers before turning himself around so he was facing away.

  The two twinks at my head moved aside and took over holding my arms and legs. I was stuck in the plow position, and boy, was I about to get plowed. The Viking turned, straddled my uplifted hips and angled his cock down, giving me a perfect view of his ass and his tight ring while my own hole tried desperately to accommodate his onslaught. My resistance failed quickly and he began his thorough pillaging of my ass. My cock dangled above my face, beads of precum driven from it with every stroke of the Viking’s weapon. Strings of fluid connected my face to my prick. I didn’t care.

  Suddenly the Viking changed his angle, driving against the most sensitive spot in my ass. He turned his head back and gave me the same evil grin, then gyrated his hips just right. A hot splat of cum forced itself from my cock and onto my face. Others joined it soon after, from the twinks restraining me. Hands had been jerking them off, and now they were blasting me with their seed. Three cocks blasting me, and one of them was my own! I licked my face despite myself. The hot, salty fluid was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted.

  The Norseman grunted and forced himself even farther into my ass. I watched in fascination as his puckered ring tensed and relaxed, winking at me in time with the pulsing of his cock. His balls pulled up and drained themselves into me. Bred twice in five minutes! Their seed was mixing in my ass, deep inside me! His ass gradually relaxed and he withdrew his cock, still slick from the seed in me. I’d never had it planted that deep.

  “That’s two!” shouted the bear who’d dragged me in there. A cheer came up from the voracious pile of men that held me in the grip of lust. As soon as the Viking was clear of my ass, I was rolled over and thrown on top of a waiting redhead with a huge grin on his face. He ignored my halfhearted cries of protest and pulled me down on his cock. By now my ass was offering no resistance; how could it when not one but two enormous pricks had stretched it out!

  The bear knelt and seized my hair in his fist. He pulled my face up to meet his. “How do you like our club so far, young man?” His laughing face held my gaze, and I found myself imagining that beard rubbing on my tender skin. My cock, so recently exhausted, twitched and stirred back into life.

  I tried to put a brave face on it, even though the whol
e situation felt completely out of control. “So far, so- mmph!” My bravado was severely curtailed by the cock that was suddenly thrust into my mouth. My eyes watered when the owner of said shaft pressed himself fully into my mouth, past my tongue and into my throat. When he withdrew, finally, I choked and drooled, saliva splashing down onto the redhead who had me impaled.

  “Glad you’re enjoying yourself, stripling! You know,” the bear added contemplatively, “you need a sponsor to join. That towel you were wearing? The P on it tells me you’re a prospective member. You need a sponsor to join, and any member can veto. If you want in, you might want to get along with everyone here.”

  A sponsor? The scene took on new significance as the redhead began pistoning his shaft in and out of my poor, abused ass. I’d thought this was a bit much, but now I knew that complaining could bar me from membership. A thrill raced through me, followed immediately by the nip of something like fear. I could refuse at any time, but it would cost me the right to join the club. If I didn’t refuse, how far would these men go to take their pleasure from my body?

  Beyond any expectation, the balance of my emotions settled on acceptance, even desire. I wanted this! One cock in my ass, one in my mouth, a crowd jostling and fighting to take their turn with my body… this was what I needed. This was why I’d come here, even if I hadn’t realized it. To be used, fucked and passed on to the next man; that was all I was good for here. I was a whore for their cocks and their cum.

  It was one thing to come to the conclusion that I wanted to be used like a piece of meat. The reality of it still hung over me, intimidating and powerful. A reminder of that came immediately, when another man’s hands grabbed my ass. A finger slid inside me, alongside the thrusting cock of the redhead who was racing to his orgasm. My ass was about to get seeded for the third time, but suddenly his motion stopped. Something prodded my ass: another cock! I tried to turn, but the bear held my hair in his fist and laughed.