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Hanging Around

Part 1 Hanging Around

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.



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