The Beast Inside Pt 01

This is a fun, fantasy series that you should not take seriously. Everyone is over 18. If swinging, swapping, voyeurism isn't for you, skip this. But if you are looking for a fun romp into another world, strap yourself in and let your inner Beast out.

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"In one thousand feet, turn right. Your destination will be on the right" the navigation app voice said.

Indecision that had gripped Mark earlier, vanished the moment he had started the rental's engine. The agony of whether to stay or go, dissipated the moment he put the rental into reverse. He understood where the feelings of guilt came from, but it wasn't really cheating. Not in his eyes. As long as he could occasionally satisfy his cravings, he felt he could keep the monster at bay and not destroy his home.

"In five hundred feet, turn right. Your destination will be on the right" the navigation's voice said.

The light turned yellow, just before he reached the intersection. He applied the brakes and stopped at the line. He was careful, always careful. He never went more than five miles an hour over the posted speed limit, he used his blinkers, and his lights were always on when it rained. Being careful kept the monster at bay.

Watching wasn't the same as doing. Not being directly involved in an act meant he didn't cheat. He wouldn't cheat anyway. In his mind, his wife was the most beautiful woman in the world, the best lover he had ever been with. But the monster could not be denied, it had to be appeased. He had tried so many times and failed. He had secretly tried therapy but it failed as well. The monster was so strong.

The light turned green and he quickly checked both directions before he stepped on the gas. The street's pavement was dark and shiny from a thunderstorm that passed through while he was having dinner. The next light turned green before he was half way down the city block.

"In two hundred feet, turn right. Your destination is on the right" the app's voice said.

He could feel his chest tighten a bit, not from fear, but excitement. It always happens. It was something he looked forward to.

"You have arrived at your destination," the app said.

Mark flipped on his blinker and turned the wheel to the right. His breath caught as he pulled into the parking lot. It was more than half full. He had hoped it would be full. It was easier to stay unnoticed with a larger crowd. A larger crowd meant more activities taking place, more variety, more sights to see.

Mark pulled into a parking spot facing the building and turned the car off. He thought to himself that it was only 9PM, and it was a Friday night. There was plenty of time for the lot to fill. He hoped that the earlier storms had not caused people to cancel their plans.

Mark sat in the car, staring at the building. Part of him knew it was not too late, he didn't have to do this. He could defeat the monster if he wanted to. But the monster knew they had arrived. It roared and rattled its cage furiously, demanding to be released. Mark both hated and loved the monster.

The monster roared approval as Mark opened the door of the car and stepped out. He could feel the monster stomping around his cage, the beast's excitement building. He swallowed hard, straightened his six foot frame and ran his hand through his wavy brown hair. He felt like the geek he was, pulling at the sleeves of his brown sport coat. He walked up to the entrance and opened the door to the club, a swingers club. The opening chords of The Eagles "Hotel California" greeted Mark as he entered the club. He wondered if it was an omen or a coincidence.

Mark didn't bat an eye at the fifty dollar entrance fee for single men. The music was loud, but not too loud. He could feel the beat of the bass in his chest. Looking around, he saw several couples in various stages of dress, dancing away on a small dance floor. Several couples were chatting animatedly at the bar. He asked for water and, when the bartender handed it to him, Mark swung around on his stool and surveyed the room. He absently unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip.

The club was nice, not opulent, but nice. A wide staircase on the right of the room led upstairs and an open, double door to the left, led to the back. Taking another drink, he was ready to explore and unleash the beast.

Mark started to leave his seat, when an attractive brunette, her hair an attractive pixie cut, came up to him. He could tell that she was braless, the way they moved under the thin black material of her tight dress. He thought her smile was quite alluring as she placed her dainty hand on his shoulder, her wedding ring twinkling in the club's lights.

"You're new here. Alone?" she said with a soft, friendly voice.

"Yes, to both" Mark replied with a shy smile. "I'm checking the club out, see how it is."

Batting her eyes and, with a smile, she said, "I'm Sandy, my husband over there is Adam. We've been members for a few years. This is a really fun place."

Mark took a sip of his water and said, "I thought it would be more crowded for a Friday night?"

"It's still early hon" she said with a lilting laugh and running her hand down his arm. She lowered her eyes and asked, "Are you playing tonight?"

Mark swallowed hard and replied softly "I...I really like to watch."

Sandy gave him a devilish smile and said, "Adam and I love to be watched. It's a real turn on for him." She paused and licking her lips, said, "In a bit, we're going upstairs with Melissa and Dave. If you want, come find us."

Mark nodded nervously and whispered in Sandy's ear, "I would love to. You are quite beautiful."

Sandy giggled and said, "Come find us."

She turned to rejoin her group, paused and waved back to Mark. Mark could think of nothing more and waved back shyly. His cock fully erect, the monster wanted out, it needed out.

Mark took a nervous sip of his water and screwed the cap back on. He set out at an even pace for the double doors to the left. The exploration had begun and the beast had been uncaged.

Immediately through the double doors, Mark noted the bathrooms. He heard the unmistakable sounds of sex in both. The beast really wanted him to open the doors, to see what was going on, but he refused. He continued walking and turned right, into another hall that appeared to run the length of the building. There were five doors on the right side of the hall, three were open, two were closed.

The rules posted in the entryway reminded patrons to respect closed doors. One had light visible at the bottom of the door. As Mark passed, he heard what sounded like swats on bare flesh and muffled moans. The beast demanded he open the door, it needed to see. But Mark remained in control, respecting the rules.

The first and second open doors revealed empty rooms, both had mattresses on an elevated platform in the center of each room.

The second closed door appeared unoccupied. The beast was severely disappointed. The last door was open and dim light escaped through the doorway. Mark stopped just before the doorway and quietly peered inside.

The room reminded Mark of a medieval dungeon from a late night horror movie.

Against the left wall, a nude woman with long blonde, wavy hair, was secured to a large wooden X. He could see that she was blindfolded and her mouth was gagged. A tall, thin young man, with shaggy blonde hair and sporting tattoos down his arms and across his chest, stood behind the woman. He had a leather flogger in his hand. When he drew his arm back to sting the woman's back with the flogger, Mark was surprised to see him wearing a cock cage.

A bald headed, tattooed man, with large arms and a barrel chest sat in a chair. One leg crossed over the other, he appeared quite relaxed. Mark could see he was sporting a rather large erection.

The bald man said, "Just like last week. Start with a crisscross stroke, left or right. You can alternate your strikes."

The young man in the cock cage nodded his head and rapidly brought the flogger down across the bound woman's back. The monster's excitement grew, as the woman's hips gyrated and muffled cries escaped the gag.

The young man stopped for a moment and looked fearfully at the bald man.

"Don't worry, you're doing great. If she was really hurting, she would hit the button. Remember, this is what she wants and you, Tom, are the one she needs to give it to her."

Tom struck the woman several more times, the blonde's head leaning back with each stroke and her pelvis driving forward into the air.

Mark took a few tentative steps into the room. He could not tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him. In his mind's eye, he could see the beast flogging his wife, Catherine, until she came. His cock was raging hard, trapped in his pants. He knew he was leaking like a sieve.

Mark saw the bald man's head swivel toward him. He saw the bald man's eyes light up when he caught sight of Mark. The bald man rose from the chair with a wide smile, his hand outstretched, and his impressive erection bouncing up and down.

"Hi, I'm Don," he said.

Mark nervously wiped his hand on his pants leg and took Don's hand in his.

"Hi, Mark," he replied.

"New student?" Don asked.

Mark nervously blinked his eyes and swallowed hard and replied, "No, um, I'm new."

Mark gulped when Tom brought the flogger down across the blonde's ass hard and he heard her moan.

Staring at the scene playing out in front of him and the beast demanding to take part, Mark said, "But, um, I've always wanted to learn how to do this."

Don replied, "I'm here every Friday to teach."

"I'm leaving tomorrow" Mark replied sadly. "I'm only here, every other month or so."

"Where are you from?" asked Don.

"St. Louis," Mark replied.

"St. Louis huh. I know some dom's out in St. Louis that teach classes" Don said. He looked back at Tom and said, "Good job Tom, let's get her over to the table for some forced orgasm training."

Don said to Mark, "You can find them on Fetlife, Mistress Tina, or, Master Zed. They're really great teachers."

"Fetlife huh. I'll have to look them up" Mark said. He then looked around sheepishly and asked, "Do you mind if I watch?"

Don smiled big and said, "Nope, not at all. Enjoy yourself, that's what it's all about."

Mark and Don watched as Tom restrained the blonde to a table, her arms stretched out and secured. Her legs spread wide and secured with Velcro straps. Mark watched as the blonde's breast heaved up and down as she breathed deep.

"He's going to use a wand on her pussy, bring her to the edge of orgasm and draw it away. Then, I'm going to fuck the hell out of her while the wand dances on her clit" Don said with a smile.

"Who is she?" Mark asked.

"Tom's girlfriend," Don replied. He walked over to inspect the bindings holding the blonde down and said, "She needs Tom to punish her for being a slut, don't you Andi. You're a dirty slut who needs to be punished."

Mark heard her moan and watched as her hips writhed on the bed. The beast thought she was desperate to cum.

Mark leaned against a wooden bench, staring straight up the blonde's pale, outstretched leg. He could see her pussy glistening. The beast gleefully thought she must be drenched.

"Stroke your cock!" the beast demanded.

Mark could not hold back. He unzipped his pants and slid his hand in the opening. He slid his underwear aside and closed his eyes in delight, as his hand found his very slick cock head.

Mark watched as Tom turned on a wand and began to run it up and down the blonde's inner thighs.

"That's it," Don said. "Tease her with it, bring it up and just tap her pussy. She knows what's coming, but builds that tension."

Mark's breath caught has he watched Tom tap the blonde's pussy repeatedly with the wand. He slowly stroked his cock, watching the blonde writhe on the table, unable to move much. He could hear her moans as she arched her back, trying to bring her clit in contact with the wand in Tom's hand.

The beast drooled over the way her chest heaved up and down. It was gleefully delighted, when Tom rubbed the vibrating head of the wand forcefully against the blonde's splayed open pussy lips. The beast groaned, watching the blonde thrust her hips against the wand and hearing her muffled groans escaping he gag.

"That's it Tom. You're doing a great job. Now back off a bit and watch her breathing. A lot of this is experience. The more you do it, the more you can tell when she's close and when to back off" Don said, one hand running up and down her thigh, the other tweaking the nipples of her heaving breasts.

Mark was completely fixated on the scene in front of him. This is what the beast needed to be satisfied. Porn just could not match what was playing out in front of him. It never could, that was something he understood from his formative years. When he was single, there were many opportunities to satisfy the beast. Now, married, the opportunities were fewer.

The only time the beast was somewhat mollified with Mark's wife, occurred when he watched her get herself off. While Mark hated and loved the beast, he knew Catherine would never understand.

Mark heard movement behind him. He glanced over his shoulder and saw two couples come into the room. One couple was older, perhaps in their fifties. The other was younger, maybe in their twenties. The young woman, her head bowed, wore a leather collar. Mark watched as her partner led her over to the X shaped stand, stripped her and then secured her. The older woman led the older man over to a half barrel on legs. She quickly restrained him with velcro straps.

While he watched the other couples curiously, he heard Don say, "Now, as my cock enters your nasty, misbehaving slut, tweak her nipples."

Mark turned his attention quickly back to Don, Tom and the blonde. The beast groaned with intense satisfaction, as Don ran his large cock head up and down through the blonde's pussy, coating it with her juices. It roared happily as Don slowly entered the blonde and Tom tweaked her nipples mercilessly. Her back arched and she moaned loudly through the gag as Tom thrust deep into her.

Mark rubbed his cock a bit harder and his breathing quickened, as he watched Don thrust into the blonde. The beast strained to watch, hoping the blonde would orgasm loudly, perhaps even squirt.

Don panted, his hands gripping the blondes hips and his cock pounding into her, he said to Tom, "Now, take the wand and put it on her clit!"

Tom obediently put the head of the wand onto the blonde's clit. When he did, Mark and the beast watched as she came very hard. Her back arched off the table, her arms and legs straining against the velcro restraints. The beast almost fainted as the blonde squirted juices all over Don.

Mark rubbed his cock but he did not want to cum, not yet. He watched as Don pounded the blonde and Tom held the wand tight against her. She came again and struggled against the restraints.

"Take it you dirty slut. This is your punishment for disobedience! You're going to cum and cum until Tom let's you stop!" Don said loudly.

Suddenly, Mark heard a loud slap and a yelp, then, a male voice said, "Thank you mistress, may I have another!"

Mark looked over at the older couple and watched, as the woman brought a wooden paddle down hard on the older man's ass.

The sound of a resounding 'Thwack' filled the room. Once again, the man yelled out, "Thank you mistress, may I have another!"

"This is what you get for fucking Sadie without my permission!" she said loudly and delivered another blow of the paddle.

Mark turned to look at the younger couple and was surprised to see the younger man simply fucking the woman. Her hands were restrained, but he did not see any marks from a whip or flogger.

The beast drew Mark's attention back to Don.

"I'm cumming"!" Don yelled, driving his cock deep into the blond and holding himself there. Don gave a few more short, sharp thrusts before he withdrew.

The beast was in awe, hearing Don say to Tom, "Now, get in there and clean her up. This is for you, this is what you need. Take your time and try to make her cum again. Remember to remind her why she is being punished."

Mark's attention was riveted as Tom knelt between the blonde's thighs and began to ravenously lick her pussy. The movement of Tom's arm suggested he was fingering her hard. The blonde's reaction was to grind her pelvis against Tom's face and moan through the gag.

Mark stopped himself from cumming. It wasn't time, he and the beast needed to explore some more. He quietly made his way out of the room, his breathing coming under control and his pants zipped again. He knew he was going to search for a dom in St. Louis to teach him. It was something he really wanted to learn. The idea excited him tremendously.

Mark made his way to the end of the hall and turned right. He found himself next to the staircase he had seen earlier. He peered around the corner at the end of the short hall and saw the dance floor was more crowded now. Many of the dancers were missing articles of clothing. The beast was only marginally interested. It really wanted to explore the upper floor and urged Mark to head upstairs.

Mark walked up the stairs and, always careful, had one hand on the rail. His brown eyes noted the empty hallway at the top of the stairs was dimly lit and another hallway, about halfway down, was only a bit brighter.

He turned the corner into the next hall and noted open and closed doors on each side. The second door on the right was open, which, according to the club rules, was an invitation to anyone. Mark could hear sounds from the room.

He peered around the door frame and saw an orgy taking place. He counted at least six couples spread out across the room. Some on a bed, others a couch and one intrepid coupling occurring on a small table. Some couples were fucking vigorously, others, were more sensual. Mark did not see the brunette from earlier. He wondered if she was still downstairs dancing or had come upstairs and was behind a closed door. He hoped not. He and the beast wanted to see her in action.

The beast, though excited with this room, wanted to explore more. Mark quietly moved down the hall to another open doorway. Peering in, Mark saw the room empty, but the rumpled bed led him to believe it had been occupied earlier.

Sudden laughing and giggling from behind, caught Mark's attention. He turned to see a young nude laughing strawberry blonde with short hair and large, bouncing breasts, running down the hall.

In quick pursuit, an older man sporting a dad bod and a wide smile, yelled, "When I catch you Tracy, I'm going to ravish you!"

Mark grinned and hoped he would still be ravishing someone at that age.

The beast pulled his attention to another open door near the end of the hall. Making his way there, he could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex.

Peering around this doorway, Mark and the beast were greeted with the sight of the brunette, surrounded by three men. He looked around the room and saw two women locked in a torrid sixty-nine on a couch. Opposite the bed where Sandra, the brunette was surrounded, her husband Adam, lounged in a chair, his head back, and a curvy, busty red head bobbed her head up and down on his cock.

Mark looked up to see Sandra looking at him. She motioned for him with her finger. As Mark stepped into the room, his eyes fixed on Sandra, he heard Billy Idol "Flesh for Fantasy" coming up from the dance floor. The beast thought it appropriate.

Mark stood at the edge of the bed, his breath deep and even, his cock rigid in his pants. Sandra's eyes were on him as her attendants sucked her nipples and her neck, fanning the flames of her desire.

Sandra's nostrils flared as she took a breath, then asked, "Mr. Watcher. Are you here to play or watch?"