Candidate Ceremony

Once I arrived back at the dorm from the Velvet Fist (WVC Ch.8), I checked my e-mails, but there was nothing. Disappointed, and at something of a loss as to what to do, I unsnapped the leather cock strap, stuffed it in the plastic bag, and dropped it in the bottom drawer of my dresser. Robyn had said I'd be notified, so I guessed learning to be patient was part of the process. Still, it had been way too long since my last ejaculation and I was really frustrated.

The next morning, Sunday March 1st, I found another e-mail had arrived, this one coming from the Psychology Department.

The Candidate Ceremony

"You have now attained the Candidate phase of membership of the White Vampyres Club. On Friday, be at 734 Elm Street promptly at 7 PM, and as before, eat lightly and dress casually. Starting Wednesday, take your blue diamond shaped pills, once in the morning and once in the evening so that by Friday night you will have eaten six of them. Bring your new genital harness, your leather collar, and remember to give yourself a thorough enema."

I had to read it twice before I realized that there was no mention of not ejaculating. Maybe that meant I would finally be allowed to cum? My cock twitched at the mere possibility. After the Application ceremony, I had no idea what this next ritual would require, but I was determined to do whatever was necessary. I just hoped that it include an opportunity to relieve my swollen balls.

During the next six days, I seemed to have a constant erection, so I wore lots of loose clothing to hide my stubborn arousal. And I was totally distracted. I couldn't focus at all on my classwork. I was just grateful that I didn't have any major tests.

I arrived at the address on time and followed the now familiar instructions, stripping off all my clothes, stepping into the sandals and fastening the collar around my neck. As soon as I buckled the leather around my balls, my cock stiffened, jutting out thickly from between my thighs. When I pulled on the white robe, it pushed the thin material out in front of my crotch. I'd just wrapped the blindfold around my head when I hear the car drive up, the tires crunching on the gravel driveway.

As I was led outside, the protruding tent in my robe wobbled with each step. Not one word was said as I was led into the back seat of the car, and we drove out of town to the same remote location. At least, I assumed that it was the same place. Once I was led inside to what seemed to be the same small side room, the pungent perfume of Mistress announced that she was already waiting.

"Good evening, Bill. Open your robe. Show me your penis."

Immediately, I obeyed, revealing my bloated cock, tightly bound in the harness as I held the robe wide. I shivered as she ran her cool fingers over the engorged bulb, softly caressing my skin. And then she slid her fingers down the straining staff, tracing the pulsing veins thick with blood before circling the base of my stalk. I caught my breath as she squeezed, chuckling.

"I see your big penis is erect and ready to play."

"Yes Ma'am."

I swallowed as she continued to fondle me, letting her fingertips of one hand dance across the distended knob as she gently squeezed my stalk with other. Catching my breath, I gathered my courage to ask a question. She must have sensed my intention.

"Do you have a question you wish to ask?"

Wetting my lips, I nodded as she kept playing with my erect cock.

"Go ahead."

I took a deep breath before I began.

"Will I get to cum tonight, Mistress?"

Someone snorted while a second person giggled. Suddenly, I realized that we weren't alone. I hadn't heard my escorts close the door as they left like they did last time.

"Men! They all think they should cum first."

I didn't recognize the voice, but I was mortified by asking in front of others, immediately feeling my face and neck flush with embarrassment. Mistress kept up her steady squeezes as she responded.

"Girls, that's a legitimate question. And Bill, you will learn the virtue of patience. After all, good things cum to he who waits. Or she, as the case may be."

Still squeezing the base of my shaft, she fell silent as she abandoned my quivering cockhead and cupped my trussed up balls in the palm of her hand, weighing them. Then she caressed them, lightly running the tips of her fingers over the taut surface.

"Umm. These feel very full tonight, Bill. You haven't masturbated, have you?"

"No Ma'am."

"Excellent!"

Sliding her fist along the full length of my rigid stalk, she gripped me just below the raised rim of my bulb and tugged me forward.

"Then you are ready for this evening's festivities."

I stumbled as she pulled me along the hallway, not bothering to close my robe and leading me by my stiffened cock. I could hear the escorts following us, the click, click, click of their high heels echoing off the narrow walls as we walked. Once we arrived in the assembly room, we mounted the stairs and she positioned me to face what felt like the front of the platform.

Releasing her firm grasp on my hard-on, she whisked the useless robe off my shoulders and left me facing my unseen audience. As my towering erection swayed stiffly before me, she addressed the Club members.

"Welcome to the Candidate ceremony. As you can plainly see, Bill's penis is hard and erect, eager for tonight's revelry. Come Sisters, position him so he may serve his Mistress."

I heard her move behind me as two pairs of hands took my arms, spun me around and led me upstage, my jutting cock swinging back and forth. Gently, they had me kneel on a small padded area, a step up from the rest of the platform with my thighs spread well apart. Catching a whiff of her perfume, I sensed that Mistress Shannon was right in front of me before she spoke.

"Bill, as you now kneel before my throne ---"

I shivered as I felt the feathery touch of something soft and supple lightly trace my shoulders.

"You will have the opportunity to worship at my altar, and to drink my nectar."

The firm hands gripping my arms encouraged me lean forward, guiding my own hands onto the cushioned step to support my weight as the soft feathery touch slid across my upper back. Lightly, it tapped my shoulders, and I responded, inching closer on my hands and knees until I inhaled the strong aroma of her spicy perfume and could feel the warmth of her skin on my face.

"Extend your tongue, Bill."

Obediently, I stuck out my tongue as she curled her fingers around the back of my head. The tapping continued, and my two escorts released their grip on my arms, letting their fingertips glide across my shoulders and down my back, lightly massaging, tracing the outline of my muscles. I let Mistress guide me forward until the tip of my extended tongue brushed what must have been her inner thigh.

Cradling my head, she pulled me closer so that my chin bumped the edge of a padded chair and my tongue slid higher up her open thigh. Rising up to avoid losing my balance, I ran both hands along the velvety surface of the chair, finding her knees spread wide for me. Cupping her sleek thighs, I began licking her skin, soft and yielding to my touch. Just because I'd never been between a woman's legs before didn't mean I was ignorant of what was expected of me.

"That's it, Bill. Now taste my sweet nectar."

Her hand on the back of my head led me to her center, and I discovered that she was shaved bare, her prominent pubic mound completely devoid of hair and her skin as smooth and supple as that of her inner thighs. As my out-stretched tongue grazed her moist lips, she shuddered and pulled me closer still, forcing the tip of my tongue into her slippery cavity.

The massaging hands worked their way lower, down over my bare back, one pair caressed my upturned ass cheeks while the other two tugged at my right thigh to spread my knees farther apart on the cushioned step. As I buried my face between Mistress' thighs, the tapping on my shoulders started to quicken, picking up the pace as well as the intensity. Mistress was panting softly as she spoke again.

"Let them explore you, Bill. Just relax and let play them with you.'

Fingers slid into the valley between my buttocks, tickling the sensitive skin as they dropped lower, circling ever neared to my puckered hole. Other fingers kneaded the muscles of my ass cheeks before pulling them wide, creating an easy access to my sphincter.

"That's it, Bill. Just keep breathing."

I was having difficulty finding air as she squeezed her thighs around my ears, trapping me between her strong legs. Sliding my hands farther underneath, I gripped her rounded ass as she began to writhe against my face. Alternately lapping at the rigid button at the top of her slit and plunging my stiffened tongue deep into the folds of her pussy, I accelerated my pace as she became more insistent, her hips rising up off the velvety chair to meet my face.

The tapping on my shoulders grew harder, developing into sharp smacks that echoed off the walls. And as one pair of hands finally began fingering my crinkled crevice, the other started spanking me, just lightly at first. Her voice low and throaty, Mistress gasped.

"Open your mouth, and receive the first fruits of my honey."

As she humped my face with abandon, I was shocked by the spray of liquid that flew out her and into my mouth. I felt it drip down my chin as more liquid squirted out of her pussy and landed on the lower part of my face.

"Oh Yessss!"

Quickly, I recovered and began to drink her fluid, lapping it up as Mistress continued to pump her hips. Finally, it slowed to a dribble and I paused to lick my lips. Both sweet and pungent, it was tangy with more substance than I'd expected.

The hands behind me continued their intimate investigation. The one who'd been teasing my crinkled opening finally dipped her finger inside, and rimmed the tight hole. As the other kept smacking my ass, she reached underneath me between my spread thighs to cradle my leather bound balls. I caught my breath as I felt a second fingertip slip into my rectum, twisting, turning, stretching the crevice to yawn wider before she slid both fingers deep inside. The girl who'd been lightly spanking me suddenly swatted me much harder and I gasped right into Mistress' pussy.

"Stay focused, Bill. Ignore what they're doing. You have more, much more of my nectar to drink before this night is over."

Obediently, I bent over and tried to focus solely on Mistress Shannon, doing my best to disregard the two pairs of hands busy fondling my balls, smacking my ass cheeks and reaming my rectum. Gripping her well-muscled butt, I drew her closer and nuzzled my face between her thighs. Once I began licking her slick lips again, it didn't take long for Mistress to start moaning. She seemed to like it best when I concentrated on the stiff nub at the top of her pussy, so I kept licking there.

The persistent tapping around my shoulders had stopped. Mistress grabbed my head with both hands, pulling my face firmly into her crotch as she climaxed again. The fluid spurted out of her once more, but this time I was prepared. With my mouth wide open, I captured most of the juice pouring from her pussy, gulping it down as she thrust her hips into my face.

Dimly, I was aware of a changing of the guard behind me. Whoever had been sawing her fingers in and out of my rectum was replaced by someone more timid. Using a much lighter touch, she ran soft fingertips all across my back, squeezing my left buttock only in passing.

As Mistress drifted down from her high, my spanker switched places with another Club member who immediately started swatting me just as hard, in contrast with the more gentle touch of her partner. Alternating sides, she pounded my defenseless backside, showing no mercy as she used her open hand to spank me.

Something long and slender was dangling from Mistress Shannon's wrist. I felt it brush against my shoulder as she ruffled my hair. Taking a moment to catch my breath, I lifted my face from between her open thighs. Her voice had a husky tone.

"Very nice, Bill. You've gotten me off a wonderful start."

A start? Suddenly, it occurred to me that this might be a long night. The Club member on my left who'd been running her fingers over my back reached underneath me. I thought she was going for my throbbing cock, but instead she began to caress my balls, tracing the taut skin as the leather strap split them apart. My hard-on quivered, eager for attention as it jutted below my torso.

As the spanks continued to rain down on my upturned buttocks, I could feel that Mistress wasn't totally nude. In reaching under her to keep a firm grasp on her writhing ass, I'd brushed against some kind of soft leather vest or corset that extended down her lower back. And I'd felt the same soft leather rub against my forehead as I bent over her pussy.

I didn't have time to think about it Mistress drew my head back between her open thighs.

"More."

The tapping around my shoulders resumed I began licking her slick crevice, making certain to include the stiff button with each stroke. She shivered as I made contact with it, moaning softly. And when she wrapped her legs around my neck, I felt a pair of leather encased legs, the smooth surface just as supple as the rest of her costume. I knew they were boots because I could feel the high heels as she rested them on my back.

The girl who'd been fondling my balls gave me one last caress and left, replaced by a member whose touch was much rougher. Immediately, she started smacking my left buttock, while the remaining girl was relegated to my right. It seemed like they were competing to see who could swat my ass the hardest. My breath grew ragged as I panted directly into Mistress' crotch.

She began pumping her hips, holding the outer lips of her pussy wide with one hand and forcing my tongue farther into her drooling hole. When the tapping on my shoulders became more frenzied, just Mistress approached another orgasm, it suddenly dawned on me that she must the source, wielding a short whip or riding crop. Crying out, she exploded in my mouth as her hips bucked wildly.

Although it wasn't as much as the previous two times, I was still so busy trying to swallow her juice that I didn't notice when another member joined the party behind me. But when third pair of hands began fondling the backs of my thighs, that did catch my attention. As the blows came down on my butt, this girl concentrated lower, running both hands up and down my inner thighs, coming closer to my hanging balls until she brushed them.

Suddenly the frantic spanking stopped, accompanied by giggles as there was more shuffling. The girl who'd been stroking my thighs turned her hands over so that they gently cradled my balls, one bulging sphere in each palm. She just held me like that as another Club member started to massage my ass cheeks, now flaming with heat from the relentless swatting.

As I exhaled into Mistress' crotch, she tightened her thighs around my ears and pulled me closer.

"Again."

The tapping on my shoulders urged me on and I took a deep breath as l leaned into her open crotch. Her aroma was sharper, even more pungent than before as I plunged my tongue deep inside her moist pussy. She shuddered under my attack, and then rose up off the padded chair to meet me.

The girl who'd been massaging my ass smacked me. I jumped, driving my stiffened tongue farther into Mistress and that set her off again, a series of tremors rippling through her body as she enjoyed another climax. There was very little discharge this time, and I had no trouble drinking it all down. Alternating the soothing caresses with sharp swats, the member working my ass kept me guessing, not following any apparent rhythm as the girl under me continued to fondle my leather bound balls.

As Mistress coasted down from her high, another pair of hands began rubbing my lower back, sliding down to squeeze my left buttock when there was a break in the spanking. I licked the inside of Mistress' thigh, noting how firm and toned the muscles were as she lay panting heavily, resting from her orgasm. She must work out.

"Again."

She hadn't moved, but her words and the tap, tap, tapping around my shoulders left no doubt what she meant. Finding my way back between her thighs, I gripped her strong butt and nuzzled into her yielding cavity, establishing a steady tempo of lapping her slippery lips.

My stiff cock was throbbing underneath me as the girl kept caressing my balls. I tilted my hips, trying to guide my hard-on into her grip, but that movement brought a predictable response, a swift smack on my right ass cheek, making the spanks I'd been getting seem like love taps. I yelped in surprise, right into Mistress' crotch.

"You'll have your turn, Bill. Be patient."

I took that to mean that I would finally get to cum, so I redoubled my efforts between her legs, spearing her with my tongue and dragging the tip across her erect nub. She flinched, but shoved her oozing crevice into my mouth and I picked up the pace, intent on driving her to yet another climax.

The seemingly random spanks increased, coming faster and harder as Mistress began panting, loud enough for everyone to hear. The member who'd been caressing my balls gave me one last squeeze and let her hands slide higher, up into the valley between my ass cheeks. Avoiding the blows raining down on either side, these hands began circling my exposed sphincter. As Mistress groaned and thrust her oozing pussy into my face, this girl popped her forefinger into my crinkled opening.

Mistress Shannon barely gave me any nectar this time, but I rooted between her legs, trying to suck as much as I could. Surprisingly, the spanking died down, being replaced with massaging hands, a vigorous workout that pulled my buttocks apart. The girl with her finger in my rectum took advantage and slipped a second one inside.

I started to squirm as she sawed away at my cavity, intent on spreading me wider. The girl working my right ass cheek stopped her massage long enough to smack me.

"Be still!"

"Yes Ma'am."

My words were lost between Mistress' thighs. She'd grabbed the back of my head and was holding my firmly as she bucked her hips against my mouth. After one more tremendous spasm, she fell back into the chair, releasing her grip and gasping for air.

Leaning on the front edge of the padded chair, I tried to catch my own breath as the three members kept working me over. The girl reaming my ass succeeded in sliding a third finger inside, enthusiastically pumping them in and out. There was no way I could catch my breath now. Panting heavily, I could feel drops beginning to seep from my straining cockhead, dripping onto the platform beneath me.

I thought she might attempt to squeeze a fourth finger inside, but abruptly, she stopped, jerking all three fingers out, leaving my rectum gaping wide as the other two members stretched my buttocks apart. The chilly air rushed into my open hole, and I shivered, expecting the worst. I wasn't sure if she left and had been replaced by another member, but when I did feel someone lean over my upraised ass, I held my breath.

Instead of another brutal assault, I felt a puff of cool air wash over my gaping cavity. And then, this Club member ran her hands up the backs of my thighs, until she palmed the under curve of my ass cheeks, flaming from the continued spanking. At first, she squeezed gently and I started to relax. But I was stunned when she kissed me.

As she moved back and forth, her wet lips bathing the blistered skin, my cock lurched underneath me, quivering within the restraining metal ring. The other two members started to caress me as well, while still holding my reddened buttocks spread wide. Focused on the three girls attending to my ass, I totally forgot about Mistress, until she tapped my shoulders.