Men

Author: Dr. Charles Forbin

Copyright (c) 2002

It all started simply enough as a discussion of gay men's clubs and their facilities with the Mistress at a small party. Actually it was more like a small outdoor rave.

Anyway, in the course of the conversation I was mentioning that there was one place in particular I wished I could take her, but as SledgeHammer was exclusively for men, there wasn't much of a chance she'd ever get to see it.

"Oh really," she said sipping her bottled water.

"You'd like it," I said." Dark rooms, a couple with slings and a nice little space reserved for water sports. Two big claw foot bathtubs with grab rails to help you balance."

"You think I have problems with my balance?" she asked dangerously.

"No," I said with a small catch in my throat." I just meant the rails were there if you needed them."

"Uh huh," she replied reaching for my right nipple and twisting it sharply making me moan.

"No disrespect Mistress," I assured her as she twisted harder forcing me to my knees.

She released my nipple and smiled as she placed her boot in my crotch.

"Of course not. But you will take me to that club some night."

"How?

       "You'll see," was all she said and then walked away and started dancing to the music as the lights behind the DJ station pulsed in rainbow hues.

I watched her for a few minutes and then turned my attention to watching the rest of the crowd as I stood near a black motorcycle. I still wish I had a bike despite the bad leg, so I was having a little flashback to the good old bad old days when the Mistress returned and suggested I dance for her.

"You know I don't dance, other than the waltz," I reminded her.

"Oh come on, do a little disco dancing for me," she teased.

"Disco sucks," I retorted.

Before she could reply to that, her friend Amber walked up and asked what was going on.

"I was telling Michael I wanted to see him dance, and he was saying Disco sucked," the Mistress said.

"Sounds like he needs a little prodding," Amber said and reached for a bungee cord on the back of the motorcycle. "Every use a bungee for bondage?"

Before I could object, the both of them had flanked me and started winding the bungee around my legs and crotch and pulling it up tightly giving me an elastic cord wedgie.

"Now dance for us," the Mistress ordered.

I shuffled awkwardly into the dance area and started doing a very bad John Travolta imitation singing "Ah ah ah ah dropping dead, dropping dead..." to the tune of Staying Alive.

"That is not how it goes," the Mistress scolded laughing.

"Hey at my age in this condition, who would know better?" I replied with my best 2000-year old man imitation.

Amber shook her head then she and the Mistress disappeared into the crowd of dancing bodies leaving me rubber bound.

As the night wore on, the owner of the bungee cord reclaimed his property and the Mistress invited me to join her at a Goth nightclub for some additional playtime.

I declined politely as she had hooked up with the leather-clad owner of the motorcycle and I wasn't sure about a public performance with him looking on.

I have a small confidence problem right now, due to a lack of practice.

The Mistress accepted my polite refusal with good grace and reminded me to call on her later in the week.

Then to my tremendous surprise she kissed me full on the lips leaving me gaping.

"Don't say a word Michael," she said with a merry grin and then faded into the crowd with the biker as her escort.

A couple of weeks later the Mistress called me on the phone and suggested that I meet with a friend of hers named Raul.

"Why so Mistress?" I asked.

"Well you were talking about some of the gay clubs the other night, and he's bi, so I thought the two of you might get along," she explained.

"How well do you know him?" I asked.

"As well as I know myself," she said. "You don't have to meet him if you don't want to, but I'll sweeten the pot a little by offering a dinner date with me."

"No interruptions, no phone calls, and no pages, right?"

"Phone off, doors locked and you can even pound the pager with a rock to make sure it's dead."

"Deal," I agreed. "When did you want me to meet him?"

"Tonight. He'll meet you at SledgeHammer at eleven."

"How did you know I'd say yes?"

"How long have I known you? Michael, I still know your heart and your desires despite living in two separate houses. I figured a dinner with me would close the deal, my affection starved little piggie," she said kindly.

"I miss you Mistress," I sighed.

"I miss you too. Have fun tonight. And that is an order."

I got the club a few minutes after eleven and found a small man dressed in a leather vest and pants waiting at the door. His hair was dark, long and slicked back and he had a small pencil thin moustache.

"You must be Michael," he said with a slight Spanish accent as he offered his hand.

"Right," I said shaking his hand. "Ever been here before?

"No, it's my first time."

"You'll have a good time I think," I said reassuringly, opening the door to the admission area.

The place is laid out with an admission area set out in a patio like area with a chain like fence caging it off and then once you pay your admission and you're buzzed through into a locker room. A TV room is off to the left and to the right is the main area.

I flashed my ID and membership card to the attendant and paid my admission fee and waited by the entrance door as Raul filled out a membership form and showed his ID. As I watched there seemed to be an issue with Raul's paperwork and I started to walk back and see what the issue was, but before I could the attendant pushed a membership card through the slot and Raul walked away from the counter.

"Problem?" I asked as the door lock buzzed.

"Just a little one, my picture didn't match my face the way it looks now."

"Oh?" I said leading the way.

"Yeah, didn't have the 'stache" he explained.

I explained the general layout of the place to him and asked if he wanted to hang with me, or cruise the place on his own.

"I'll look around a little and then hook up with you later, if that's ok?"

"Have fun," I said.

"You too."

Now I have to explain I'm bisexual, but I'm not that strongly drawn to guys most of the time. I was actually in a kind of neutral mood that night and was there more for politeness than play, but I was keeping my options open.

As well I should have as it turned out.

Now I'm not going to go to the trouble of explaining what a glory hole is again; those who know, know and the rest of you can figure it out through context.

Oh all right, picture something about the size of a phone booth with a hole cut out about waist level and about six inches in diameter in one side. Now line up a few of these boxes and connect them together so the holes match.

These are collectively referred to as glory holes and are designed so one person can suck another person's cock through the hole without being seen. Some of the holes are larger for licking assholes, or even fucking.

A lesbian friend of mine once complained that guys had all the fun because we did have clubs like SledgeHammer we could go to and have some fun, whereas lesbians didn't have the same facilities.

She's right of course. Trying to go down on another girl through a six-inch hole would require a serious amount of tongue, or a genetic crossbreed with a snake.

Anyway, as usual it took awhile for my eyes to adjust to the darkness of the place. For about the first ten minutes or so, I moved cautiously trying not to trip over anybody. I discovered that a couple of changes had been made to the layout, the biggest one being a raised platform with a railing, so that guys could stand on it and their cocks would be at face level for the guys on the lower level.

Frankly this is a nice idea and saves wear and tear on the knees, if you like your sex more public.

As usual, the place was hot from all the bodies so after a few minutes I slipped off my shirt and tucked it into the back of my jeans and made my way through the dark and twisting passages, all the while watching for someone interesting.

I didn't have much luck on that score. The guys I was interested in weren't interested in me, which is typical, as I'm a little old for some of these guys.

I did have one guy play with my nipples and give me a hug before he went on his way, but that was about it.

After about an hour, Raul made his way through the clusters of guys and took me by the arm.

"Come with me."

I shrugged and let him lead me to a small room in a corner that had a hanging bondage swing in it and a slide bolt for privacy.

"Strip," he ordered.

"I don't think so," I said turning away. "I'm not that submissive."

"I know better," the Mistress said.

I swung back around to find the Mistress removing her fake moustache and wig.

"I told you I'd find a way to get in here," she said smugly. "Now get your clothes off now."

I didn't need to be told twice, although technically, I had been told twice.

I stripped and knelt before her male persona.

She casually unzipped her pants and pulled the head of a large black dildo from it and grabbed the back of my head.

"Suck me bitch," she commanded, grabbing my nipples and twisting.

I moaned and took her rubber cock in my mouth and worshipped it, wishing that she could have, for just a short time, a real one to squirt her precious cum in my mouth.

She made me suck her cock for a long time and then pulled it out and slapped the wet rubber across my face.

"Get in the sling slut boy and spread for me," she hissed.

I climbed into the sling slowly and carefully and waited she strapped my hands and feet down and then slowly started rubbing her cock against my asshole.

"You want it in your ass pussyboy?" she spat.

I gulped at the thought of the pain and then at the thought of her taking me and nodded.

"Speak up. Do you want to be used by me?"

"Yes Sir!", I replied.

"Good, because you weren't going to get a choice anyway."

She slowly slid the black phallus into me as I started breathing to deal with the initial pain and then she was in and sliding deeper into me, stretching me out, moving a little deeper with each stroke of her cock.

I groaned from the pleasure and could see the excitement growing in her eyes, as she became more excited. I could hear someone nearby being taken as well and his moans only aroused the Mistress more.

"Now I know why you come here pig," she said softly. "Raw naked nasty sex. Uncontrolled and unrestricted."

"Yes sir," I said, somewhat embarrassed by her words and then shuddered in orgasm, my cum spurting onto my chest. I closed my eyes and in the darkness heard my Mistress, my Master, my Mistress Sir speak.

"I love it."