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Hanging Around

Hanging Around

By: Huckleberry

Summary: A bi-curious guy visits a rather unusual club to live out his fantasies.

Hanging Around

Part One - Hanging Around

The man arrived early at the club. He was greeted by a hostess, and after a brief conversation, money changed hands. She summoned a maid, who led the man into a small antechamber. As he stood still, she slowly stripped off his jacket and shirt. She knelt before him, and, having taken off his shoes and socks, undid his trousers. With infinite care, these were pulled down and discarded, leaving the man standing in just his boxer shorts. She removed these just as carefully. He felt her hand brush his semi-erect cock, perhaps by accident, perhaps not. He was naked.

The maid left him, taking his clothes with her. Another maid entered with a small case. From this she produced various padded leather cuffs, which she swiftly attached to his wrists, ankles and neck. A small metal ring dangled from each cuff. A complex harness with several of the small rings was placed over his head and attached to the collar around his neck. She too knelt down in front of him, and gently took his cock into her mouth. Her tongue played over him. She moved her head back and forwards, lips pressed firmly around him. When he was fully erect, she pulled back and quickly fastened a tight leather harness about his cock and balls, holding his erection and thrusting his balls forward. He felt the veins in his cock throbbing as she pulled his hands behind his back and connected the cuffs together.

The second maid left, and the hostess returned, carrying a leash. This she attached to his collar, and with a tug, pulled him behind her. They walked deeper into the club, arriving eventually at a mirrored room with four substantial pillars in its centre. She led him over to these, and unclipped the leash and his wrist cuffs. Hanging in front of him, suspended from the very tops of the pillars by chromed steel chains, was a black leather cradle. She pushed him chest down onto the supple leather, pulling his arms through the chains to the front. The cradle supported him from his collarbone to his navel. She passed several straps over his back, buckling them tightly to hold him in place.

One by one, she stretched his arms out to the pillars and attached his cuffs to clips embedded there. She repeated the process with his legs, leaving him spread-eagled and suspended about three feet off the ground. His penis pointed stiffly down and slightly forwards, and his nipples protruded through small holes in the cradle. She lifted his head and attached another chain to the top of his harness, holding it up in a not uncomfortable position. Further small chains clipped to his head straps, preventing side-to-side movement.

She left him alone for a while. He tested his restraints, which were, as he expected, quite secure. His arms and legs were stretched out fully, leaving him with only very slight movement. He moved his eyes, taking in the restricted view that his harness allowed him. His breathing quickened as he caught sight of himself in the mirrors opposite. Suspended in a pool of light, his chains glittered in the beams of several ceiling-mounted spot-lamps. The rest of the room remained in shadow.

The hostess returned, carrying another small bag. She placed it on the floor in front of him, just within his line of sight. From it, with a small flourish, she removed a large black object. It was shaped like a cone for most of its length, with a rounded tip. At the other end, it narrowed slightly before flaring out again. She told him that it was a butt-plug, and that when it was inserted into his anus, the narrower section would prevent it being drawn fully inside him. It would also stop his muscles from expelling the intruder. As he watched, wide-eyed, she took a small pot from the bag, using its contents to lubricate the plug thoroughly until it gleamed in the lights. She walked around him, out of his view, carrying the pot and the plug.

He held his breath. Suddenly he felt her cool hand on his backside. Her fingers probed his crack, brushing lightly over his hole. He felt his muscle contract involuntarily. Her fingers left, then returned, this time with a blob of the lubricant. She smoothed it around his anus before slowly easing one finger inside him, pushing against his resistance. He gasped, then forced himself to relax, knowing that more was to come. She made a small approving noise, and slowly, carefully, pushed another finger into his anus. She moved her fingers in and out for a minute or two, then removed them, leaving him feeling oddly empty.

He felt the butt-plug nudging against his anus. A moment of pressure, then it started to fill him. He was stretched wider and wider. Just as he thought he could take no more, he felt the widest point pass through, and his anus clutched tightly around the neck of the device. He contracted and relaxed his muscles experimentally. It felt good, his arse stuffed so full.

The hostess reappeared in front of him. A slight smile played across her lips as she saw the expression on his face. Once again she bent down to her bag, and removed a ring with two straps dangling from it. She asked him to open his mouth, then she inserted the ring between his teeth, holding his mouth wide open. The straps attached to the sides of his head harness, holding the ring firmly in place. The ring was made of rubber around a hard core. The man quickly realised that it was an effective gag, which also left his mouth quite vulnerable.

Finally, the hostess clipped a blindfold over his eyes. He was unable to move, speak or see. Only his hearing remained, as the sound of the hostess's stiletto heels died away. Then there was silence.

Some time later, the club was apparently fully open, and he started to hear people moving about. Some of them passed through his room, a few of those lingering by him. He felt hands caress him, over his buttocks, round his nipples, sometimes even briefly passing along the length of his still erect cock and onto his balls. He felt a woman's lips on his own, her tongue passing into his mouth to play with his own. A hand grasped the butt-plug and twisted it within him, testing how securely it was held. He was suddenly aware of a movement of air over his cock. As the realisation hit him, he felt a woman's mouth take him in its warm embrace for the second time that evening.

He heard muttered voices, somewhere behind him. The pressure on his plug increased, and it was pulled out, much faster than it had been inserted. His anus remained open, stretched by the prolonged insertion. Strong hands took hold of his buttocks and pulled them apart. He felt flesh against the inside of his thighs. He knew then what was about to happen. He tried to struggle, a futile attempt. His bonds were as firm as ever. A male voice chuckled, then he sensed something probing at the entrance to his anus. It felt different to the plug, warmer, hard but yet slightly resilient. He tried to tighten his muscles, but they refused to respond. Then it was too late. The head of the stranger's penis passed beyond his ring, helped by the coating of oil that the lubricated plug had left as its legacy. Slowly, surely, helplessly, he could feel the invader reaching further along his passage, until he was filled completely, the stranger's balls touching his own. Still the woman suckled at his cock.

The other began to move his penis, smoothly, rhythmically in and out of the man's arse. Unable to resist, the man could only submit to the slow and deliberate fucking he was being subjected to. His cock felt harder than ever, though whether from the attentions of the woman or the anal stimulation, he could not say. A sliver of drool escaped from his mouth.

He heard more voices.

"Remove the blindfold. I want him to see what's coming."

The instruction was obeyed. He blinked rapidly in the sudden light. In front of him stood a man and a woman, both naked. He raised his eyes but could see no higher than their chests. They were magnificent, the male a bronzed and muscular Adonis, the woman a full figured Venus to match. Adonis passed something to Venus, and she ducked around the side of the man and out of his peripheral vision. Fingers tweaked at his nipples, which hardened immediately, and he gasped as clamps were applied and tightened. From the tugging that followed, he realised that the clamps must have had weights attached, which were now swinging freely. Venus returned to his view. She stroked the huge cock before his eyes, pushing her body against Adonis and rubbing herself against him.

Adonis gently pushed her away, then moved forward. Unable to turn his head or close his mouth, the man was unable to avoid taking the enormous cock into his mouth. Deeper it pushed, and the man tried hard not to gag. It touched the back of his throat as the other male behind him yet again thrust deeply into his arse. He was truly spitted, thoroughly penetrated at both ends. He felt his cock swell impossibly, then he came explosively into the mouth of the woman underneath him. She swallowed greedily, sucking each last drop from him. His erection remained, held by the now painfully tight cock harness. Perhaps stimulated by his involuntary anal contractions, the penis in his arse throbbed, and he could actually feel the stranger's juices coat the insides of his rectum.

Then the penis was removed from him, only to be replaced by another, thrusting eagerly against his entrance. This one was bigger, much bigger, and a groan escaped him as it brutally forced him even wider open. The Adonis in his mouth moved, and helplessly the man began to stroke the monstrous cock with his tongue, sucking as best he could with his jaws still held wide apart. Adonis grunted in pleasure. The two cocks moved together, pulling almost out then pushing as one into his mouth and arse. Again he felt movement by his own rock hard penis. A woman, the Venus figure, offered her buttocks up to his member, and fingers held him steady as she carefully took him into her greased anus. She felt marvellously tight about him. She moved herself backwards and forwards to compensate his lack of movement, matching her male counterparts and taking him right inside her as they likewise penetrated him.

Adonis came first, spurting into the man's throat. He swallowed, telling himself that it was to avoid choking, but he could not resist licking the tip of the cock as it was removed from his mouth. The penis in his backside drilled ever deeper, in and out with savage intensity. The movement of the woman on his cock gave him some relief. At last the stranger shuddered and came heavily. The man felt juices dribble from his gaping anus as the penis withdrew. The blindfold was replaced. Hands moved all over his body, teasing and stimulating him in turn. Someone flicked the weights hanging from his nipples, and it seemed as though an electric shock coursed down his torso to his cock. He moaned loudly as he came, and slipped free of the woman's embracing anus. He heard muffled laughter.

Gradually, the hands withdrew and the voices subsided. He was alone in his suspension. His anus throbbed, come still oozing from the open hole and around his balls. He still had a raging hard-on, the harness performing its devilish task. He could taste the residue of Adonis on his tongue. It was not unpleasant.

A door opened and closed. His blindfold was removed, and there was the hostess, crouching in front of him and grinning broadly.

"This has been one of our best ever nights." she announced. "There's a room behind that mirror, and it has been packed for the last hour with people watching you."

The man made frantic sounds. She laughed.

"Sorry, did I forget to tell you that? Well, you got what you came for." she continued. "Your paid time has elapsed."

The man relaxed in his bonds.

"However," said the hostess, a sadistic edge to her voice. "You have proved so popular that I have decided to allow you an extension, on the house so to speak. Don't go away. There are lots more people who want to play with you and the night is still young."

The man stiffened and pulled at the chains. His eyes pleaded with the hostess. She stroked his cheek tenderly, and refastened the blindfold. He heard her straighten up and begin to walk away. Halfway towards the door, she stopped and turned.

"I almost forgot. We can't have you closing up again, can we?"

She walked behind him and with great deliberation picked up the discarded butt-plug and reinserted it into his arse. He groaned painfully, the sound dying away with her footfalls. The door closed. He waited.

Part Two - Still Hanging

The man hung, face down, in the middle of the room. A leather cradle supported his torso, held by four chains that stretched up to the tops of four large pillars. Straps around his back held him firmly in place. His arms and legs were stretched wide, also attached to rings in the pillars. A strange harness encircled his head, chains from this supporting him whilst at the same time preventing movement. A blindfold was clipped in place on this harness, as was a ring gag, which held his mouth wide open. Weights hung from his nipples, and a large black butt-plug forced his anus wide. His skin glistened with moisture around the plug. His cock pointed stiffly towards the floor, a tight harness encircling both it and his balls, maintaining his erection.

Two-way mirrors around the room allowed the less active members of the club to view the man from all angles. Though he couldn't see it, these rooms were quite full of people eagerly awaiting the second act. The man hung silently, feeling the eyes on him. He felt his cock throbbing, and his anus ached slightly from the ravaging it had received earlier that evening.

He heard the door to his room open, the familiar click of heels announcing the return of the club's hostess. He heard a metallic clink as she placed something on the ground beneath him. Suddenly she removed one of the clamps from his nipples. He gasped as the blood painfully returned. She swabbed a cold liquid over the nipple, teasing it erect. He felt cold metal against it, then felt a sharp stabbing pain for a moment as she activated the piercing tool. Swiftly she dabbed some antiseptic lotion on the wound. It stung slightly. She threaded a small ring through the hole, snapping it shut. She then repeated the process with his other nipple. He felt the tugging as she tested them, then the pressure increased as she hung small weights from the rings.

She walked slowly round behind him. She reached between his legs and tightly grasped his erect penis with one hand. She forced it back between his legs, and touched the tool to it. He felt the cold metal pushing against his sensitive flesh, and whimpered. She chuckled, evilly, and released him.

"Not yet," she said. "Maybe we'll save that for the grand finale. Now then, I think you'll want to see this next part."

She walked back round to his head and removed the blindfold, hanging it from a hook on one of the pillars. He drank in the view. Unlike most of the club members that he had seen, she was fully clothed, but in a silver, skin-tight bodysuit that left little to the imagination. It clung to her, revealing voluptuous hips, a slim waist and full breasts. Her nipples were erect, and poked at the thin material covering them. He thought he could even make out the outline of a small ring between her legs as she stood before him. She moved closer. She took hold of his head, and briefly but firmly rubbed her crotch against his face. He could feel the heat of her through the sheer material of her bodysuit. Then she was gone, hips swaying seductively as she strode to the door. He gazed at the mirror opposite, imagining the people behind it watching him, and wondering what they must be thinking.

The door opened again, and two black men walked in. Both wore studded body harnesses and similar cuffs to the ones that held him taut. Their muscular bodies shone with a light coating of oil. Their stiff cocks, also oiled, jutted out proudly in front of them. The man gulped as they approached, and his anus contracted around its plug in anticipation. The pair stopped and waited a few feet in front of him. They turned away from him, and all three of them watched as a woman entered. She walked up and stood with the two men. Her skin was the colour of ivory, and contrasted sharply with the ebony of her two partners. She too was naked but for thigh-length black boots and a red leather harness, which started from her neck and ended tightly cinched around her waist. Straps encircled her breasts, which pointed out in a slightly menacing fashion. She was lithe and tall, easily matching the height of her two companions.

She crouched in front of him and smiled.

"I don't think we'll be needing this for the moment." she said, unclipping his gag and tossing it to one side. She leant forward and held his head in her hands. As she kissed him, her tongue pushed into his mouth to mingle pleasurably with his own. He wondered if she could taste the come in his mouth.

She turned her back to him and bent forward, pushing her buttocks into his face, as if she was marking her territory. She swayed slightly, rubbing herself into his nose and mouth. The man breathed her scent. One of the companions grasped her buttocks and pulled them apart. She leant back slightly.

"Lick me!" she commanded. The man obeyed, his tongue circling the tight pucker of her anus. Meanwhile, the second companion had moved around behind him, and he felt the familiar tugging that preceded the removal of his plug. With a thrill he felt the probing of a tongue around his own anus.

He continued to lick the woman, testing the lowering resistance of her sphincter, eventually pushing his tongue inside her a short way. She let out a soft groan, still pushing back, forcing herself onto his tongue. He pushed in harder as the tongue in his rear did the same. It felt pleasurable, caressing and soft after the unyielding hardness of the butt-plug. He moved his tongue in and out of the woman's arse, reaching in as far as he could. He felt her muscles clench hard around his tongue. She shuddered slightly and pulled herself free.

She stood upright again, and snapped her fingers. One of her companions left the room, and returned carrying a red leather strap, matching the ones that made up the woman's harness. Attached to the strap were two large dildos. The companion knelt reverently in front of her and buckled the new strap to her harness. He reached between her legs and eased the first dildo into her cunt. She was very wet. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Meanwhile, the second companion was behind her. He lubricated the second dildo from a small pot, and slowly fed it into the woman's anus. He pulled the strap tight and attached it to a buckle at the back of her harness, lodging both devices firmly inside her. The woman drew herself to her full height, breathing in deeply, and then she smiled. She snapped her fingers again.

This time the companion returned with a huge dildo, fully fifteen inches in length. She took it from him and stroked it seductively before snapping it on to a mechanism at the front of her harness. It jutted out in front of her menacingly. The two companions again knelt before her and began to lick and suck at the phallus. They coated it with their saliva until it gleamed under the strong lights. Clearly the movement of the phallus transmitted to the woman, for the man could see moisture beginning to line the edges of her crotch strap.

For a third time, the woman snapped her fingers. One of her companions moved forward and reattached the man's blindfold. He then placed his lips against the man's, circling his tongue in the man's mouth. The other crouched underneath and tenderly took the man's cock into his mouth, his tongue playing teasingly around its tip.

Distracted, the man did not hear the woman moving, did not realise where she was until he felt her between his outstretched legs. As her hips brushed just above his knees, he could already feel the vast phallus nudging its way into the cleft of his buttocks. Underneath his blindfold he closed his eyes tightly. The engorged head forced its way through his open sphincter muscle. Then there was no further obstacle. With terrible determination the woman pushed the dildo slowly into him. It felt huge. There was no end to it, no hope of relief as the woman kept a slow steady pressure on it, forcing it further into his passage. Already she was deeper than even the bigger of the two cocks the man had taken earlier, and there was still more to go.

The man was aware of a low moaning sound as she continued her relentless invasion. He realised that he was making the noise, his whole body rigid as he struggled to cope with what was happening to him. He was barely aware of the lips around his penis, though they continued their work. A long trail of saliva hung from his mouth. The companion in front of him touched his fingers to the man's cheek.

"Well done." he whispered softly to the man as the woman behind him embedded the last inch of the phallus into him. She paused for a moment, circling her hips slightly. Her hands gripped the man's buttocks, nails digging into him as she too moaned softly. As she waited, her companion stood upright and touched his cock against the man's lips. He opened his mouth to accept it, tonguing and sucking at the stiff rod. Underneath him, the other companion changed positions, moving his anus into contact with the man's own cock, reaching behind him to guide it into place. The woman held the man steady as he was forced into the submissive companion.

Then the assault began in earnest. The three worked in unison, sometimes thrusting together, sometimes in opposition. They were not gentle. The man's senses whirled. His anus felt as though it must surely spilt apart, his cock was squeezed tight and his lips felt bruised from the pounding against them. He could hear the woman, no longer moaning but shouting aloud as she vigorously drilled his arse. She gave a long cry as she came, and fell forward onto his back. His backside burned, her fingernails having drawn blood in her shuddering climax. She lay for a few seconds, completely still, then pushed herself upright. He could feel her hands between his legs as she unclipped the phallus, then walked away leaving it fully stuffed inside him. His muscles contracted feebly in an attempt to expel it, but it was too far in and they had suffered too much already.

Her companion came into his mouth. This time he needed no excuse, swallowing deeply and sucking the cock clean of every last drop of come. He felt the pressure around his cock removed, as the other companion pulled himself free and replaced the now flaccid cock in the man's mouth with his own. The other two ducked under the man and began to suck and lick his cock and his balls, occasionally reaching up to give the phallus a slight twist.

The two men came almost simultaneously. The companion pulled out at the last minute, spraying the man's unprotected face with his come. The man himself came on the floor between the woman and her companion, leaving a silver thread trailing from the end of his penis. He felt the woman's hand stroke him once, up and down. She cupped his balls in her hand, giving them a squeeze before returning to stand in front of him. The companions walked back to stand beside her, bodies rubbing against hers. They knelt at her feet, and undid her crotch strap. Gently they eased the devices out of her holes. They offered the phallus from her cunt to his mouth. It was slick with her juices, and he eagerly licked it clean.

He heard familiar footsteps, and the club's hostess reappeared in his field of view. She put her arms round the other woman. They looked into each other's eyes and kissed passionately. The hostess ran her hands down the other woman's body, coming to rest on her buttocks. She squeezed them hard, grinding her hips into the woman's as she kissed. They broke apart reluctantly. Both turned to look at him.

"An excellent toy," said the woman. "Will you be releasing him now?"

"Not quite yet," replied the hostess. "Several of my best customers have expressed an interest. I think I'll see what they had in mind." She bent closer to the man. "That's alright with you, isn't it?"

"Yes, mistress," he whispered.

Part Three - Hang Over

The man hung silently, suspended and supported by a cradle in the middle of the room. The club's hostess stood in front of him. She wore a skin-tight silver body suit. He was naked but for wrist and ankle cuffs and a head harness, to which was attached a blindfold. A large dildo protruded from his anus. His cock pointed stiffly towards the ground.

"Open your mouth," ordered the hostess.

The man obeyed, and she inserted a large ball gag, clipping it to his harness. One by one she released his wrists from the pillars, fastening them together behind his back. She attached something else to his ankles before unclipping them from the pillars. He felt his feet drop to the floor, but was unable to close them. The hostess had obviously used some kind of spreader bar on him. Finally, she undid the straps that held him into his cradle, and helped him upright. He felt the slight tug of the dildo still inside him, but it remained in place.

Swiftly, she retrieved a leash and clipped a couple of chains to his nipple rings, and a third to his cock and ball harness. She held the end of the leash in her hand, as he found out when she gave it a hard pull. She led him out of the room. He struggled to walk with the spreader bar holding his ankles, the hostess walking fast enough to maintain an insistent tugging on his nipples and cock. They entered another room and his blindfold was removed. He saw several other people, both male and female, strapped into chairs. All were gagged like him. Each one sat in a cone of light from a spotlight mounted above them. He was taken to an empty chair at the far end of the room, led in bondage past all the others. The hostess made him bend over. He blushed fiercely as she removed the dildo from his arse and passed it to a waiting maid. He looked at the chair. It had a high back with protruding wings, and a large wooden phallus, gleaming with oil, stood proudly erect in the middle of the seat. It was onto this that the hostess gently pushed him. Arms still fastened behind his back, he was unable to check himself and a grunt escaped him as he impaled himself heavily onto the phallus. A maid came and took straps from the back of the chair under his armpits, fastening them tightly with a silver buckle across his chest. Another strap over his forehead held his head between the wings of the chair and forced him to look straight ahead. Finally, the spreader bar was removed and his ankles were cuffed to the legs of the chair.

The hostess walked to the far end of the room, hips swaying. She threw open a large double door. The man heard a babble of conversation slowly die away to silence.

"Let the auction commence."

...............

It was later. The man was carried, spread-eagled, into another room. In the centre of the room was a large table. Lying on this table, arms and legs stretched tightly and fastened to the corners of the table, was a beautiful, voluptuous woman. The man's eyes widened as he recognised the Venus from earlier that evening. As he drew nearer, he could see what appeared to be a double-ended penis gag strapped into her mouth. She strained at her bonds, head tossing from side to side. As the man was taken around the woman, he saw that a vibrating dildo, attached to the table with some sort of hinge, was firmly embedded in her arse. His own anus contracted in sympathy around its plug. He had been allowed no respite, the plug being inserted as soon as he was lifted from the chair.

The bearers supported him above the woman, before slowly lowering him onto her. Hands guided his penis into her moist, gaping cunt. She stared at him with frantic eyes, shaking her head and bucking underneath him. Her vagina contracted, but the bearers held him in place, squeezing his balls to prevent him from pulling out. His wrist and ankle cuffs were clipped to the woman's own, and further links held their nipple rings together. Straps were passed over his arms, waist and thighs and pulled tight, holding both of them firmly down on the table and keep him lodged inside her. One of the bearers took hold of the woman's head and held it steady, while another took the man and forced his mouth over the protruding end of the penis gag. It was pushed deep into his throat and fastened securely to his harness, coupling his head to that of the woman. He heard her moan as she tried and failed to pull away.

They lay there alone for a while. He could sense the vibrator in her arse against his cock, separated only by the thin membrane of her rectum. It had been set low, enough to keep her on edge but not to allow her orgasm. He could feel almost every inch of her wonderful body underneath his. He gazed into her beautiful eyes. Her pupils were dilated.

A door banged, and footsteps approached. It sounded as though the feet were bare. A familiar voice spoke. It was Venus's partner, the Adonis who had first forced himself upon the man that evening.

"Welcome to my little party," the deep voice said. "Please take a moment to admire the centrepiece, this living statue which I call 'The Lovers'. Unlike most museum pieces, this one is fully interactive. Allow me to demonstrate."

With a flourish, Adonis yanked the man's butt plug out, replacing it with his own rock-hard cock. As he thrust in hard, the man was himself pushed deeper into Venus underneath him. She cried out behind her gag. Adonis was not gentle. He slammed in and out vigorously, coming quickly deep inside the man's arse.

"Oh, how I missed that earlier," he exulted. "Who's next?"

He stepped aside and was quickly replaced by one of his cronies. The man felt hands grip his buttocks, forcing them apart. The new cock was slightly smaller, and slipped in easily to begin its own assault.

"He's so hot," a voice spoke. "All wet and ready for me."

The man blushed furiously, but raised his hips as much as he could within his bonds to meet his invader. Again he was pushed down, down into the helpless woman beneath him. He could feel his own orgasm building inevitably. He came as the third cock wormed its way inside him, his anus clutching the newcomer like an old friend, causing the crony inside him to gasp out loud.

He felt hands on his face, unfastening the gag and pulling his head sharply back. Adonis hauled himself onto the table, and spitted himself onto the dildo that protruded from the woman's mouth.

"Let's see what you can really do with that mouth of yours," he commanded.

The man's head was released, and Adonis forced his cock deep into his mouth. His neck was held at an uncomfortable angle, but he began to take the cock deep into his throat, lubricating it with his tongue. Adonis grunted in pleasure, moving his hips up and down on the dildo in his arse.

Yet another penis took its place in the man's rear, this one short but incredibly thick. It was difficult, and the man was shoved forward hard as the stranger forced his way in. It was too much for the woman and she came, mewling underneath the gag. Her vagina contracted, milking the man's penis. He felt her juices coating him, mingling with his own sperm. She jerked her head upwards, stabbing the dildo deep into Adonis.

Adonis pulled himself off the dildo, and removed it from the woman's mouth. He turned over, putting his cock in its place. Slowly, almost gently, he began to fuck her mouth. She responded with a will, sucking him in deep. The man, still strapped to her, nuzzled his way between Adonis's buttocks, and began to tongue him. He worked his tongue into the anus, pushing as hard as he could. The other men continued to take their turns in his rear. He lost count of the different cocks, all of them blurred into one long pounding in his rectum. He had grown almost used to the sensation. Certainly he felt oddly empty during the brief period when the men changed places.

"I want a go at her now," one of the men spoke up. The rest agreed. Adonis stepped down, and they unfastened the man's bonds. They led him over to one of the ubiquitous pillars and attached his wrist cuffs to a hook above his head. He felt come oozing down his legs from his gaping anus. His cock jutted out stiffly in front of him. One of the men laughed and swatted at it playfully. He watched as they freed the woman and took her one after another and sometimes two or three at a time. She climaxed at least twice.

One by one, the men left, until only Adonis, Venus and the man were left. They approached him.

"You were worth every penny," said Adonis. "You'll be back." It was a statement rather than a question, and the man nodded. Venus stepped up and kissed him tenderly. The two of them left arm in arm. Silently, the man watched them go.

Two of the club's maids entered the room and untied him. They led him from the room to the foyer. He was pushed to the floor, and his wrist cuffs were fastened to those on his ankles. They clipped a stout chain to the cuffs and hoisted him a few feet off the ground. A strap attached to his harness held his head up, forcing him to look through the arch formed by his arms and legs. A woman was similarly suspended on the other side of the room, and the two of them hung there like grotesque decorations, twisting slowly, doubled over with genitals and anus on view to all.

Slowly the club began to empty. People walked past the two exhibits. Some of them paused to inspect them more closely, touching them or stroking them. Occasionally the man would feel a hand caressing his penis, or a finger inserted into his arse, still wet from the earlier assault. He was silent, despite the lack of a gag. He could hear the woman moaning as she was subjected to similar treatment.

At length the club was empty. The man was lowered to the floor. Maids appeared and removed his cuffs, head harness and the strap from his cock and balls. They helped him over to a seat, where he rested, naked. One of the maids knelt before him and reverently took his cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, circling her tongue cunningly. The hostess stepped out of the shadows to watch.

"Was it what you expected?" she asked. The man smiled and shook his head. Head leant back in the comfortable chair, enjoying the feeling of the woman's warm, moist lips around his penis. Languidly he stretched out his arm to caress the hostess. She allowed him the briefest of touches, then stepped back.

"You'll have to do much more to earn that!" she admonished him. He continued to look at her with lust in his eyes. "Keep coming every week. We'll see whether you've done well enough in a couple of months."

The man felt the heat coursing through his penis. He came in the maid's mouth. She swallowed every drop then gently licked him clean. They brought his clothes back to him and he started to dress.

"One moment," cautioned the hostess. "I have a present for you."

Reaching behind him, she inserted a small butt plug into his anus. He moved his hips experimentally. It felt good. He finished dressing, and was shown out of the club. He looked back once, regretfully, and then walked down the street. His present tingled nicely.

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