Flr Introduction Club (pt. 03 of 3)

Ricardo Del Castillo strutted back and forth from the boys' check-in desk to the storage room, alternately performing the duties of chastity cage assembly and chastity cage confirmation. "First your key goes to Marjorie, then she hands it off to the woman who makes the highest bid. Don't worry mate, if you don't get the key back, we have a bolt cutter -- we won't leave you locked up. Besides, we need the cage back."

First-time boys, however, retain their keys and are given coloured name badges to identify them. Their check-in process also excludes them from being entered into the bidding app. "There'll be a first-timer orientation at 7:30, so until then, grab some food, find a seat, and flirt with the ladies."

Ricardo's presence wasn't missed by any woman in the room -- all of whom were elegantly dressed in designer clothing, displaying hosiery, cleavage, high heels and dangly earrings. Each woman hoped to be drilled by a succession of sexy young boys like Ricardo. The women undressed Ricardo with their eyes, each imagining him to be 'pounding it down' with them in the most animalistic way.

His tight ass sashayed past their eager eyes in a most impressive manner; Ricardo perfected the flirty walk in front of full-length mirrors, wearing a variety of skimpy garments. Ricardo knew that mature women frequently fantasize about nearly naked boys -- boys a third their age and 'open for relationships' with mature women, which is code for willing to 'screw such women to oblivion.'

And now there was a hall full of them: energetic boyish bodies prepared to contort, bend, stretch, and thrust themselves for the sole purpose of satisfying the sexual whims of women sometimes as old as their grandmothers, but still sexy in a peculiar way.

Every boy present was fitted in a locking chastity device, keeping them permanently stiff and anxious. "Is it tight, young man?" was shorthand for "are you sporting an erection for ME?" That thought alone stirred the ladies' 'hungry netherworld' -- many of which hadn't seen a male visitor in years, and in some cases, decades. Accompanying that uncomfortable female sensation -- universally described as 'warm and tingly,' the ladies were further subjected, in a public setting, to the mortifying experience of witnessing their nipples surreptitiously harden and elevate.

These were respectable women, elegantly attired, but now, in mass, found themselves becoming sexually aroused -- often, in the cruelest way. The brisk pace of the All-Club meeting was overwhelming. Thankfully, alcohol was on hand to help steady their nerves and pacify their loss of control.

Ricardo was just one of many sexy boys at the club meeting.

"If only I had a boy of my own like one of these. Perhaps introduced by a mutual friend, or maybe the son of a co-worker, or a boy I bumped into at the grocery store. A neighbour down the street. A cute boy I spot playing in the park. Some chance meeting." At least, so goes the female fantasy -- their vibrators a-blazing in lonely bedrooms everywhere.

Romance novels are replete with such stories and ladies gobble them up.

Tonight, however, was hardly a fantasy; it was the women's night to be titillated and fawned over -- by dozens of good-looking boys, inordinately young, and scantily clothed, each offering flirty banter, affectionate touches, and kisses -- lots and lots of kisses -- kisses that grew increasingly intimate, once the house lights were dimmed.

The sensory overload of these parties was certain to flood the system of even the most restrained woman. No matter how busy these ladies were in their corporate jobs, they never missed these club parties, unless of course they were concurrently in a relationship and 'Date Night' prevented it.

Formally billed as the All-Club Party, the leadership team privately called these evenings 'Chastity and Cleavage.' The twice monthly get-togethers typically drew eighty to one-hundred club members, in equal numbers ladies and boys. The ladies' check-in table was staffed by Haruto, Giovanni, and Sebastian, and cleverly bore the sign 'Romance Spoken Here.'

Haruto quietly performed the administrative duties of ladies' check-in while Giovanni and Sebastian greeted each lady with a full-bodied embrace and a barrage of kisses that progressed from pecks to fleshy smooches, one boy starting on her lips and working his way to the nape of the neck, the other starting on the neck and working his way toward her lips.

These boys knew when women 'felt the heat' and they were careful not to get the women too worked up or push them over the edge.

Denial is stronger than submissive acquiescence, and male chastity, for all that it punishes the male, punishes the female twice as much. That long stiff shaft is what every woman wants most, particularly when it is young, and physically constrained.

'Permanently stiff and anxious.'

Sure, it was cruel: denying a woman what she desperately desires only serves to make her more, well, desperate.

For tonight's greeting, the boys agreed that, between kisses, Giovanni would whisper, "Non credo che tu conosca un bravo fabbro," then the English translation, "I don't suppose you know a good locksmith." In the other ear Sebastian added, "Nous avons des détenteurs de clés permanents, mais ils ne prêtent pas les clés, ma chérie," translating it from French, "we have permanent keyholders, but they're not lending out the keys, ma chérie."

Sandwiched between the two sexy young boys -- an impromptu threesome, no woman was able to fight off four adventurous young hands running up and down her body, even if she tried - although none even pretended to try. Ricardo, for his part, recognized that most older ladies want a boy's ass more than anything else, and for this evening he selected a sexy outfit with a bright red thong clearly visible under tight white shorts.

Their crisp translucent fabric also did little to hide his all-over tan.

"The ass-ladies are generous, probably not having had deep penetrative sex for decades but are too timid to ever make a move on a barely legal boy."

Ricardo's outfit was completed with a halfway unbuttoned white shirt, highlighted by a red diagonally cut triangular pattern. He also chose the largest bird cage model he could find in the inventory cupboard, switching it out his last date night with Allison, giving him an exaggerated pouch that swung left and right before the ogling women, as he traipsed back and forth.

"This will disrupt their beloved energy field," Ricardo smirked. His broad shoulders, olive complexion and Andalusian accent consistently drew in female attention.

And what woman could resist such a young cutie?

Prior to first meeting Allison, Ricardo began seeing the subcutaneous fat dissolve off his abs, finally making the vegan lifestyle and constant ab work worth it. It was just a matter of time before a six-pack would emerge and a wealthier woman would take him in. "For the right price Allison would definitely share me, and with a little finessing, who knows where I'll end up living."

In contrast were the first-time boys whose clothing choices were predictably milquetoast, making them easy to identify, even without their coloured name badges. Their first-night behaviour was equally subdued. Repeat boys, on the other hand, wore daring, more colourful, sexier clothing; they knew enough to market themselves to the corporate ladies -- all of whom were also ass-ladies, although in the back of their minds the boys consoled themselves that they might end up with a rabbit.

From the boys' perspective, the difference boiled down to the opulence of the lifestyle they would enjoy, rather than the intensity of FLR, because despite the ladies' weekly FLR trainings, both the rabbits and the corporate ladies craved nightly penetrative vaginal sex.

'All night long,' was a catchphrase the ladies constantly murmured.

Keeping their boys in locking chastity was merely a precaution to make the ladies feel assured of exclusive and unfettered access to a young male libido, and that they were getting what they bargained for. After all, these ladies didn't get where they are in life by overpaying for things, so why should sex with comely young boys be any different?

Regardless, the corporate ladies were the better choice; sooner or later, every boy knew it.

One such corporate lady was Evelyn Winters, of Winters Hotels. Another was Lauren Zerboni, a high-level executive for a Fortune 500 company. Ricardo discerned that each woman wanted a live-in arrangement -- and very discrete, with a boy whose staying power could be coordinated into the ladies' busy schedules.

The boy must be clean and not embarrass her; neither lady would allow herself to be portrayed as the instigator of displays of affection in a public setting, particularly with boys so young, so good-looking, and so scantily clothed.

As the evening progressed, some of these boys became practically naked, whispering to 'lick it to oblivion' in the ears of first-time women, making them blush. The prospect of oral sex with a tight-assed 'hard as a rock' boy checked all the boxes.

"There is something about you that attracts me, I just don't know what it is," was a classier line that equally left the ladies' panties wet, but still too bashful to do anything about it.

The only times when either Evelyn Winters' or Lauren Zerboni's hands felt that they had the license to freely grope Ricardo's ass was when, after the house lights were dimmed, he took the ladies by the wrists and positioned their timid hands there himself.

"I like a woman who takes control." This was the green light these influential ladies were waiting for.

Warm smiles irrepressibly crossed their faces as the ladies' eyes dilated; they were finally indulging themselves in what they had craved for years. Ricardo slowed the pace. He had all the time in the world for them. He also knew the intoxicating allure of direct and persistent eye contact, and as far as he was concerned, to hell with keeping either woman from getting too worked up - the goal of sexy interaction with women of their caliber was to push them over the edge.

With the house lights dimmed, no one could see their wandering hands. This was the discretion these women wanted. Ricardo liked them desperate, to be sure, but in these moments the woman's happiness was all that mattered. He was perfectly submissive to their touches and noted their lowered inhibitions when their knees ever so slightly gapped apart.

Ricardo was, however, careful to steer clear of provoking the Emerald ladies.

Other boys observed Ricardo and did their best to incorporate his strategies when flirting, as well as follow the admonitions that every boy was told to do for the All-Club Parties:

'Kiss them, throw your arms around them, smile and look them in the eyes when you talk to them, give them your full attention. Make it a point to be a good listener. These are all accomplished women, many are business owners or women working in high status positions. Meet them all, kiss them all, let them determine your compatibility.'

The other boys never quite aspired to the Spanish boy's subtlety in their words or clothing choices, but they wound up with impromptu groping sessions nonetheless.

One boy showed up wearing see-through mesh boxershorts; another boy wore a sparkly bodysuit leotard. Both outfits left very little to the imagination. Allison never turned the boys away, but she insisted that their underwear always remained on, although 'underwear' hardly described many of the skimpy garments parading through the hall.

"Do you like to watch boys 'do the dance'?"

Despite giving women their full attention, the goal seemed to be to tease the women with the possibility of sex, as if negotiating for it, but never quite delivering. Sure, the game was a cruel one, but the boys knew what the women wanted and they were intent on denying them this singular pleasure.

The rhythm of the evening also worked in the boys' favour.

The women wanted coitus, plain and simple -- but instead were offered that bone-jarring torment betwixt pleasure and unrequited desire. They wanted a young boy, "an adolescent fucking machine," as some ladies put it.

'For a price' the woman could potentially have any boy she wanted -- she could outbid the other women for his chastity key, wear it on a chain around her neck and command the boy's undivided attention for half an hour. But that doesn't necessarily buy her sex. Boys could always refuse and women were never so forward as to ask for sex directly. They wanted the boy to be the pursuer.

There was something a little wild about these exchanges: to make sex barely unattainable for women always used to getting their way -- but only just out of reach.

Even the mere possibility of a young boys' 'perpendicular commitment' could make the most sensible woman completely irrational. If only he'd acquiesce. Perky nipples. Hungry netherworld. Flesh on flesh. Feel eighteen again. Screw them to oblivion.

"Oh, this cursed chastity device; it's getting so tight."

The sexual teasing was relentless. The boys' masculinity was barely out of reach, temporarily locked up.

Their clothing was only partially removed. It's as if the boys wanted the women to beg them for sex -- and the lip to lip kisses the boys initiated were never meant as anything more than just warming up the female libido.

Was tormenting women an end in itself -- knowing that many a vibrator would get the work out of its life tonight? What middle-age woman would reject a young, burgeoning penis -- especially one tightly fitted in a locking chastity device where she alone possessed the key?

To hell with the divine feminine energy field. This was the boys' domain. It was a mendacious game of tease and denial.

Even the most respectable women were forced to repeatedly cross and uncross their legs. The 'stiff journey' down the vagina was never quite agreed upon. The women were exasperated, always used to taking control, and were now toyed with by flirty eighteen-year-olds. "I'm locked up" was merely a saucy precursor to what was left unspoken, "perhaps it wasn't for you anyway."

Regardless, if the rest of a boy's clothing was removed during the Stripping Games -- that is, nearly so, save for a tight-fitting thong and a shimmery Modesty Scarf, a trip to Make Out Corner for a more intense feel-up session was warranted. In the process, many female panties became saturated. And who could blame them?

Once the lights were dimmed, the music raged as a cavalcade of tight young male asses was paraded before so many lascivious female eyes. Rio suits, tangas, and G-strings: was it abnormal that mature women, many denied of sex for decades, wouldn't 'respond?'

"Oh honey, you wouldn't take advantage of a young boy like me who's stuck in a locking chastity cage, would you?"

How many scantily-clad boys would it take before even the most resolute of these ladies hit their breaking point? The boys' asses were hypnotizing -- wave after wave of young boys. The boys' clothes would keep coming off. A shirt here, shorts there. How were the women supposed to resist this?

Everything these ladies wanted was a mere chastity key away -- and the keys, of course, went to the highest bidders.

Ricardo was chummy with the boys he recognized from past Boys Skimpy Clothing Activities. Two weeks ago, it was kayaks around Naples Island in backless swimwear; tomorrow it would be laser tag and tug-of-war at the Corridor wearing just a pouch -- blue or red, stretched tightly over their cages. So long as the boys remained clear of the harbour channel their near nudity wouldn't be reported by outsiders.

Promoted as confidence builders, these twice-monthly all-male activities were opportunities for the boys to build an unbroken tan, become accustomed to going nearly naked in semi-public settings, as well as unambiguous reminders to maintain their boyish physiques. Daily workouts were a must: weightlifting, aerobic exercises, and calisthenics.

'Every day another fresh-face eighteen-year-old boy entered the dating market hoping to be matched with high-value ladies like these.'

This fact wasn't lost on the boys. Haruto, among others, resorted to wearing light make-up.

Not knowing the personal preferences of any given woman, it only made sense for the boys to mingle with every lady at club events, discerning the woman's proclivities for FLR -- sweet, sadistic, or somewhere in between -- and decide where he fits in with their personalities. They all knew to keep their buttocks tan and tight, however, because overwhelmingly, this is what every mature woman wants.

But the house lights hadn't yet been dimmed.

Again Ricardo repeated, "you have to keep your shirt on until the games start -- the ladies might strip you, so be prepared, if this is your first time. Your underwear has to stay on, no matter what -- and no alcohol for boys. Allison says that too many are under twenty-one. You don't want the ladies to get the upper hand anyway."

Some women, one way or another, did get the upper hand.

Alcohol prohibitions for boys were clearly posted at the bar as well as repeated on signs placed on every table. Also posted were 'personally sponsored' activities with sign-up sheets, hung by the entry door, primarily of interest to the Emerald ladies or boys ready for the next level. Speed Spank Dating at Thalia's home, limited to six boys and six ladies; CFNM Pool Party -- see Tanya for information; Goddess Meditation -- see Patricia for information; Tie and Tease -- with Erica (and her sadistic feather duster), Domestic Duties Training for Boys, taught by Brooke.

Entering the private hall, past the check-in tables and down the stairs were several-dozen round tables and sufficient seating for two-hundred people -- matching the number of people registered for the club, so there was never a concern about turning any member away. The music was a combination of love songs -- fast and slow, and occasional tantric sounds -- many infused with subliminal messages of female dominance and male submission.

On the opposite side of the room from the dance floor, apart from the main seating was the ever popular Make Out Corner. Once the house lights were dimmed, Make Out Corner lived up to its reputation -- if its chairs and love seats could talk, oh what tales they would tell!

Ricardo reminded the repeat boys, "The ladies bid on the keys until 9:30, then the app is closed, and the keys are distributed to those with the highest bids. Then you go looking for your keyholder. You have until 10:30 to get it back and then your entrance fee is free. You have to spend from 10:00 to 10:30 with your keyholder, because she is paying for your date. Put on a good show; beg like you've never begged before. If she doesn't return your key by 10:30 and you want to leave, I get out the bolt cutters."

Completing the boys' check-in, Ricardo only had minutes to work the room before he was tasked to sit at Allison's side for the first-timer orientation. The house lights had not yet been dimmed; the ass-ladies would be all eyes and no hands -- but they were no hands anyway unless led by the hands, or more accurately, by the wrists. Pulling back the sides of his unbuttoned shirt, Ricardo tightened his stomach muscles, and spotting the table where Lauren Zerboni was seated, he made a special trip that way, steering clear of Bernadette's table.

His cock was rock hard, albeit constrained by the bird cage. As he walked, the metal cage bobbed back and forth in a most suggestive manner -- which wasn't lost either on Lauren Zerboni, Evelyn Winters, or any other woman in the hall.

Bernadette was sitting with Claudia and Jonathan. Permanent keyholders and their boys only occasionally attend the All-Club Parties, but Claudia and Bernadette had so many things to discuss. "I haven't taken the lock off since the ceremony," Claudia boasted, "but maybe tonight will be his lucky night."