Grant Holden had done some pretty far out things in his life. Accepting an invitation to a group scene in a deserted downtown office building was just the start of an off the scale adventure that forever changed his life.
A Titillating Invitation
Grant Holden exited the shower room of the Golden Triangle Sports Club his skin glistening from the water sheeting off his tanned and well toned body. He was 43, married, and still sported a full head of jet black hair that made all his friends at work jealous. Life was good. He had a terrific job that gave him opportunities to travel and a middle six figure income keeping him and his wife in a life style that was comfortable. He drove a late model Volvo and lived in the up-scale neighborhood near the country club and golf course. Why then was he bored with the pace of life?
It was the sex. His libido pegged out at max while the wife was limping along like a dead battery in a dildo. Sex was too much the same, kind of like eating a ham sandwich for every meal. He needed something a little more erotic, something to be excited about and get his juices hot. He'd received an e-mail advertising an erotic sex club and had been toying with submitting an application ever since he'd visited their web site. He decided right then and there to do it. No more ham sandwiches.
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The brown envelop arrived via his inter-office mail about three days later. Grant had nearly forgotten about the application, but quickly recalled the questions he'd endured as he opened the envelop. Seeing the contents he pressed a button on his phone and asked his secretary to hold his calls until he finished reviewing his mail. He began to read the note, "Dear Mr. Holden, This is a confidential invitation for you to appear at the on of our society's events on the enclosed card to this letter of instruction. For security sake, you are not to divulge this letter to anyone. Doing so will regrettable requires your immediate termination of membership." Grant turned the page to read the rest of the letter.
"If after reading this letter, you will have two choices. One, being the immediate shredding of the letter and forgetting you ever applied for membership in our society. No further action will be required by you. You will find the web portal you used to apply and initially contact us is no longer available and finding us to reapply will be difficult. Even if you should locate us, we will not accept your second application." This last part was in bold and in a red font.
"The second option is to call the number listed on the card. It is a restricted voice mail. You will enter the code printed on the card when you hear the beep and then simply hang up. This confirms your continued interest and desire to be a participant in our society. Printed on the last sheet of this letter is a set of participant instructions that must be completed in order for your membership to be finalized and your participation in a future event be allowed. Please follow them explicitly and in a timely manner." The Society's letter ended with the usual 'have a nice day, sincerely', and so forth.
Grant then turned his attention to the participant instructions. Quickly reading them they seemed simple enough. He was to have an STD exam at a society sponsored clinic. Engage in a series of exercises designed to prepare him for his first event. And abstain from any sexual intercourse, oral or otherwise from the time he submitted to the STD exam to the event. The instructions included a clip off form he was to sign and submit with the exam results to the society for further processing. As he read the instructions he felt his cock become excited and those old pangs of deep seated lust course through his body. And while for just a few moments he hesitated, his imagination took hold and he saw in his minds eye the event he would participate in. With out hardly pausing he reached for the phone dialed the number on the card. When he heard the beep he punched in the 6 digit number and hung up.
The Exam
"Mr. Holden, right this way." The nurse coached and led him down a carpted narrow hallway. He dutifully followed her, and was pleasantly rewarded with a hind sight view of her tight ass. She opened the exam room, "Doctor will be in to visit with you in a few moments. Please remove all your clothing and put on the hospital gown laying there on the exam table." She shut the door behind her, leaving him alone in the cool room.
He removed his clothing and slipped his arms though the gown so that the back was open to the top, where he tied off the two strings around his neck. He felt so exposed and could sense goose bumps forming on his legs and arms. He noticed an interesting magazine left on the counter. It was called BDSM Lifestyles. What in the world have I got my self into he thought? I don't have a clue about this doctor and who knows what kind of quack he is to be hooked up with the Society. He turned the pages of the magazine and found himself becoming aroused at the pictures of men and women in various poses of extreme bondage. For a few moments he let his lust run its course and he was hardly aware of when the doctor and nurse waltzed in to find Grant holding the magazine in one hand and his erect cock in the other.
"Well Mr Holden. Looks like I can check off the "able to obtain erection" on our physical checklist." Grant turned beet red and quickly tried to cover up his erect penis. He glanced over at the nurse who had cracked a smile at the doctor's comment. "I'm Doctor Clayton and this is my Society nurse, Ms. Jane. Mr. Holden the Society requires a very detailed physical and check up to ensure both the safety of its members and of your self." The doctor moved over to the exam table, taking his stethoscope in his right hand, "Let's start with some of the easy items and work our way down the list. First I want to do the standard physical checks. Check your heart, lungs, and abdomen." He pressed the cold stethoscope against Grant's left nipple area and paused to listen then moved the instrument around the breast area pausing at each new location.
"Well you have a solid sounding heart. Let's hear it from those lungs." The doctor moved the stethoscope around to Grant's back and asked him to breath deeply through his nose. "Yep, you've got a pair of healthy sounding lungs. Ever smoke?" the doctor asked.
"No doctor. I may have some other vices but haven't ever smoked." Grant noticed the nurse working at opening some kind of white metal case that was affixed to the wall over a stainless steel table. He couldn't quite see what she was doing when the doctor ordered him to lay back on the table.
The doctor began probing along both sides of Grant's abdomen, "Any of this give you pain when I press down?"
"Not a bit Doc, just a little ticklish."
