It had been around a month since my last visit to Club Aurora. The experience had far exceeded my initial expectations, and it felt like it had awakened an insatiable lust that I had never known existed. My mind was constantly conjuring up all sorts of fantasies, each one more depraved than the last. I could not resist my own carnal urges any longer, and I decided to drop by the club one night to check out the other facilities in the club. I made my way in, showing the lady at the reception my membership card.
"Oh hey there." I heard a familiar voice behind me. I turned around and saw that it was Wayne.
"What a coincidence. How have you been?" I said, surprised that he remembered me despite having only met once.
"I'm fine. What're you here for today?"
"Just checking things out. I'm still pretty new to here actually, do you mind giving me a tour?"
"Sure thing. I happen to be free." He smiled as we made our way down the hallway. "Let's show you the private areas first."
"First are the bondage rooms." He said, opening the door. On one side of the room were shelves of implements: whips, crops, paddles, dildos and various other devices I had never seen before. On the opposite side, there were all sorts of suspension frames, benches and mats. "Absolutely no limits at all. And rest assured, we will always respect your boundaries."
We proceeded to the second room which was essentially a massive shower room. A couple of large shower heads were positioned around the room, and some benches were placed all the way at the back. There were also some inflatable air mattresses stacked in the far corner of the room. "Then there are the wet rooms for people who love doing it in the showers, or for those who are into watersports."
"Last but not least, there are also the private rooms that you've already been in. Oh and it works like bathhouses, a door left open is basically an invitation to watch or join those inside." Wayne explained as we walked past a room with the door left open, where I caught a fleeting glimpse of naked bodies writhing against each other.
"The most popular area though is the party area." He said as he then led me to a huge room with a stage at the far end and a bar on the right. We sat down at a small booth in a secluded corner, our seats facing the stage. On the stage was a hung twink, his entire body bound by rope and suspended from a hook at the top of a suspension frame. He had rather feminine features, his body smooth and only slightly toned. Behind him was a tall and muscular jock who was holding him by his hips and pounding him with wild abandon. "There are live shows every night, mostly by clients to explore their exhibitionist streak, like him."
Our gazes remained on the action on stage, the twink moaning like a bitch in heat while his ass was being used like a fleshlight. I surveyed my surroundings and saw some of the audience members starting to get down and dirty with each other, turned on by the action on stage.
"Any questions?" Wayne asked.
"Well, maybe one. Do you have a habit of remembering all your clients' names? Because I was genuinely surprised when you recognized me."
He hesitated for a moment.
"No. It's just that the last time with you was incredible."
"You're welcome." I laughed, trying to hide the embarrassment from his compliment.
"OOOHHH!" A loud voice from the stage interrupted our conversation. Both of us looked up towards the stage.
"Oh... oh... OOOHHHHH... CUMMIIING!" The twink cried out, his well-endowed member spraying one massive load after another all over the floor as his slender body bucked against the cock inside him. The audience roared in applause at the sight of his orgasm.
"Wow, that's so hot." I muttered and joined in the applause, a bulge forming in my pants. The curtains soon drew to a close, ready for the next show.
"Damn he's so cute. Makes even me want to rail him." I said.
"He's Aaron, one of our regulars here. Dude's one crazy horndog. Hooked up with him a couple times, he can basically go on for almost forever, takes a lot to satisfy him." Wayne explained.
"Wow. Sounds like a pleasure to be with."
"Nah you have no idea. It can be pretty tiring to deal with him."
"Hey Wayne!" I heard a voice from behind me. I turned my head around and saw a guy dressed similar to Wayne walk briskly towards us. He approached Wayne, leaned down and whispered something in his ear before hurriedly leaving.
Wayne looked towards and me and said, "Apparently the next person that's supposed to take the stage is not able to make it today, so they're getting me and someone else to perform. Sorry, man. I wish we could hang out a bit longer." He turned around and prepared to take his leave.
"Um... what about me?" I asked. It had not been my plan for the night initially. Nonetheless, with the all the debauchery I had witnessed in the span of the last few hours, my level of arousal was off the charts.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"I was thinking if I could give it a try. Me and you on the stage right there." I suggested.
"You're one horny perv." Wayne smirked as he motioned for me to follow him. He led me through the stage area's side door, through a couple of corridors backstage before arriving at a locker room.
"Give me a minute to prepare. You can take off your clothes now." He said, before he left the room.
I stripped off my clothes, neatly folded them up and placed them in the lockers. I took a moment to check out my own body in the mirror as my cock started to harden. I turned around, taking in the view of my tight round ass as I fantasized about the sorts of depraved acts that could take place later.
"Can't wait?" Wayne laughed as he reentered the room. He was now dressed in a latex suit, the tightness accentuating his excellent body shape.
"You would be too if you were me." I quipped as I followed him out of the locker room. We made our way to a wall of implements, where he picked up a buttplug about 4 to 5 cm wide and dangled it before me.
"Isn't that a bit too big for me?" I hesitated, looking at it in a mix of fear and excitement.
"Trust me, you'll thank me for it later."
