This story features a few characters from other stories that I have had published on this site, they are, "A Family That Plays Together Stays Together," which features incest and "Simon Says - My Story," which is a fetish story, I am the author of those stories.
Please note - any reference to "girl" or "lad / boy" in this story means that the characters are over 18 years of age.
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It had been two weeks since my first visit to The Club, I'd been thinking about it and what happened to me almost constantly as, at last, I'd found what I'd been after, at least sexually, for years. I could do whatever, as long as it was legal, I was after there and that thought excited me, it almost seemed that a weight had been lifted from me, no more vanilla sex for me hoping that I might find somebody that was into the same sexual practices as me but up to now I hadn't. If I wanted to get restrained and beaten, if I wanted to get fucked up my arse, if I wanted to fuck a women or a man, if I wanted to fist a cunt or arsehole, if I wanted to be tortured or if I just wanted to watch people have sex then at The Club I could and I was going to.
My body had quickly recovered from the beating I had received on my first visit, my back that had been bright red after being beaten with the leather cat o nine tails had faded and after a few days was fine, just like being sunburnt really. My arse cheeks had taken longer to recover, the riding crop had raised welts across my cheeks, and this was painful for a few days, painful to sit on and painful when my underwear rubbed against them, so I had to go commando for a few days. Luckily, I could work from home so just walked around in a baggy shirt and nothing else, well as long as the housekeeper wasn't there anyway.
I have my own gym and indoor pool, so I didn't have to worry about showing off my disciplined arse in a gym changing room. I checked out my arse daily in the full-length mirror, great muscled arse I thought! and the welts soon faded although I could still feel slight raised lines where I had been beaten. The only really painful part was where my ring piece had received a direct hit from the leather end of the crop and of course it had been forced open with a douche plug and a strap on dildo, my ring piece was sore and stung every time I went to the bathroom but with gentle washing and rubbing on some antiseptic cream regularly my hole recovered, occupational hazard I suppose that I was going to have to get used to if I was going to live out my fantasies at The Club.
I booked another visit to The Club, telling them what I wanted and left the rest of the planning of the scenario to them, I certainly didn't want it to be too scripted so within reason I was happy to go with the flow and see what would happen, now I realised that my memorable word was my safe word and nothing to do with the website log in I could stop the action anytime.
I'd met Aaron Moss, the roofer that had "introduced" me to The Club at a warehouse that I'd just purchased and needed some work done of the old roofs, he was with his son Jake, a good-looking lad who obviously hit the gym big time and was showing off what he had in his tight work gear, oh to be a lad again I thought. I pumped Aaron for more information about The Club, remember that the first time that I'd been there I'd been drugged so had no idea of where it was and what happened when I got there and by the time that I left it had been dark so still wasn't sure where it was so Aaron gave me the low down about how it all worked and what would happen.
He asked, "So when is your next appointment?"
"Friday late afternoon, thought that I'd treat myself for the weekend," I laughed.
"Good idea," said Aaron and then he turned to his son, "Jake are you at The Club on Friday?" His son looked at him warily, "it's OK, he's a member," Aaron told his son and pointed at me.
"Yes Dad, about six'ish," Jake replied.
I had to ask, "You work there Jake, your dad not paying you enough?" I was going to ask why a good-looking lad like him needed to use the services provided by The Club but then we all had our kinks that we needed to satisfy.
Before Jake had time to answer his dad answered for him and said, "He sells his spunk, better than wasting it wanking off over porn I suppose, he's a well-off lad."
I must have looked confused because Jake said, "Apparently my sperm is grade A so I sell it to Doctor Moore and I suppose he sells it on, for all I know I might have hundreds of kids out there who don't know I'm their daddy plus its fun having it milked out of me. Sometimes I just wank into a pot, sometimes I'm allowed to fuck a hole and fill a condom, sometimes its beaten out of me and sometimes I'm hooked up to a milking machine and stimulated till I shoot, its sick really but bloody amazing."
I just looked at him and thought if only I was younger, all that baby batter I must have wasted over the years. Jake continued and said, "Why don't you watch, my milking session will be streamed and there's always room for an audience," I wasn't sure what to say but Jake seemed proud that he was a sperm donating bull, " I've had a hormone shot this morning so by Friday I'll be rock hard and leaking spunk, I know the nurses that are milking be so I guess I'll get the spunk beaten out of me, I'm getting hard at the thought of it," he said and grabbed hold of his hard cock through his work trousers.
Aaron laughed and said, "Sorry about that, see what I have to put up with, he used to be such a nice quiet lad until he discovered fanny and cock and now, he can't get enough of it."
"Hey, no problem, I just wish I'd discovered The Club earlier, I might get a front row seat as long as your aim is good and I don't get covered with you spunk," I laughed.
"I don't waste any of my cum, every last little swimmer is worth money, it's my house purchase fund," said Jake.
"Talking of money shall we get back to work and earn some?" his dad said.
When I got home there was a small parcel for me, it was a test kit from The Club, like the one I had used when I first joined, but this one wanted a rectal and throat swab plus a urine and blood sample, I obviously wasn't seeing the doctor for the blood and piss sample like the last time and look what happened there. I knew that before I could use any of The Club services again, I had to be tested and the tests had to be clear. I did the tests right away and then messaged the contact number that came with the kit, and I'd just got changed into my gym gear when the doorbell rang, I opened the door and there was a middle-aged lady in nurses whites that showed off her fit figure and a pair of firm tits, I guessed she was here to collect the test kit.