Chapter 2. Grant Holden takes the next step in become a member of the Society.
"Well I mostly imagine myself being utilized for pleasure by people. Usually I see my head being pushed down into a dirty pussy and made to clean it while someone begins preparing my ass for a fucking." There he'd blurted it out and realized his cock was rock hard...
The Instructions
The brown envelope lay on his desk, placed there by his secretary earlier in the day. Grant Holden was embarrassed by her question as to what it was all about and he had mumbled something about it being associated with a research report he'd requested from the company's Huntsville division. He detected in her response a bit of disbelief, but she didn't press him further.
He closed his office door behind him and sank down into his brown leather desk chair. Staring at the embossed ivory colored envelop in his hands, he again paused to consider the implications and possible consequences to opening the letter. By following though with the first part of his quest to join the Society, he'd experienced his first "taking" by a set of complete strangers. The doctor doing the exam had fucked him completely and the nurse had milked his cock until it had spewed out a load of semen. Both actions had left him drained and feeling somewhat guilty about the act.
Yet, as he thought about the encounter, his cock swelled in his pants and could almost feel the lewd sensation of deprived lust flow from his loins. He'd never been fucked by a man and he found it perversely enjoyable. There he was ass up, his exposed anus filled by a complete stranger who was using his body for pleasure. Adding to the humiliation was the actions and attitude of the assisting nurse. She apparently relished the aspect of jerking his cock roughly and savagely, toying with its response until he could no longer restrain himself and let loose with a torrent of semen. Then, as a result of his release of cum, he had to endure the continued fucking of the doctor until the man had blown off his load inside him.
But maybe worst of all was experiencing the nurse's effort at cleaning him up. She had taken a dry paper towel and began wiping his dripping anus roughly. Then she told him to remain bent over while she fixed it so all the doctor's cum wouldn't leak out onto his clothing. From his position, he saw her pull out a box labeled "TAMPONS-LARGE" and then felt his ass firmly invaded by a cold plastic tube and the paper tampon injected into his anal cavity. Then she withdrew the plastic tube and as a last act of humiliation, gave the string a tug, instructing him to keep it in for at least six hours. All in all it had been very humiliating experience, yet deeply erotic.
Grant opened the brown envelop and began to read:
"Dear Mr. Holden. We are please to inform you that you have successfully completed the physical exam. From the physician's report it appears you are a very excellent candidate for the Society. As instructed before you now have two choices: 1) Immediately shred this letter and never again contact our Society; or 2) Follow the instructions as given below. Please note should you choose option 2 you will be given ample opportunity to discontinue the process of membership initiation at every step. The Society's desire is to recruit members and participants who are fully aware of the expectations and willing to comply with the rules.
Grant realized he couldn't shred the letter as he was so lustfully intrigued with the prospect of new sexual adventures. It was risky for sure. If his wife found out she'd surely divorce him. If his employer found out they'd fire his ass in a heartbeat. If his church found out he'd be kicked out. If the country club discovered his membership, he'd be booted out. He'd be ruined, broke, and totally without support. But he couldn't make himself take option 1. His taste for the erotic side had been wetted and he wanted more. He read on:
"It appears from the initial sexual personality survey you took and the comments by the physician you are more inclined to be submissive as opposed to dominate. It is important for both the member and Society to understand what role the potential member fits into. To further clarify and determine what scene you might best fit into for your first encounter you are required to call the number printed at the bottom of this letter. You will speak with a Society counselor who will ask you additional questions to ascertain more completely your sexual preferences and identity. Please answer the questions completely and with all honesty. Rest assured, as with all personal information, your responses will remain confidential and secure within the Society."
The letter then concluded, "Upon completion of the interview the counselor will determine the best fit for a scene and schedule your participation upon your consent. Full instructions will be sent 24 hours prior to the event and your complete obedience is expected. Thank you again for your application, the Society members look forward with great anticipation to your first encounter."
The Interview
Grant then reached for the phone and dialed the number given for the Society counselor. The phone rang three times and Grant figured he'd get shunted to an answering machine resulting in a flurry of phone tag messages for two days. But just when he was about to hang up a silky female voice came on the line.
"Hello. This is Ms Shawna with the Society. How may I help you?"
"Yes... This is Grant Holden." he responded stiffly.
"Oh...Mr. Holden I was expecting your call. Thank you for calling. Can you hold for just a second while I pull your file from the pile?"
"Yeah sure..." his voice trailed off. She sounded pretty happy to be talking with him. Very engaging he thought and wondered what she might look like or if she was an active member of the Society. A few moments passed by waiting for her to return back to the phone.
"Whew..." she sounded breathless, "I had to run down the hall real quick to retrieve your file from the VP of membership. I forgot the VP and I met this morning about your application." He could hear papers being moved or turned figuring she was looking back over his application. "Okay... To let you know I am not a real counselor, but more of an intake examiner who plugs your answers into our sexual determination model and then uses that result to assign you to a membership encounter. Do you understand?"
"Yes I guess so. I'm not sure why it is so important to go though all this?" Grant questioned.