Chapter 1: 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.

Chapter 2: 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.