The Neptune

This episode of the Neptune sex club saga uses a lot of characters from previous chapters. It can be read alone. But you might want to read chapters 08 and 15 to get a fuller picture.

Walt:

The son of a bitch showed up at the outside entrance to the Neptune gym and was pounding on the door. Stupidly, Guy opened the door and let him in.

Guy is not the sharpest knife in the drawer, even if he does have a pretty face and a gorgeous dick.

The intruder was a policeman. At first Guy thought he was a Village People wannabe and was in cop uniform drag. His said his name was Sgt Wanker.

I had met him briefly during the furor over the unfortunate episode with Jerry and the shark. I remember taking an intense dislike to him.

The guy was agog over all the naked guys working out in the gym. He made it clear how much he disapproved and how disgusting he thought we all were,

He had never actually been in the building before and had somehow missed the main entrance. I had met him at the police station during the dark time we all referred to as "shark night."

Guy brought him to my office.

The son of a bitch had somehow dug up all the records from the shark incident and was going to blackmail me. He even had the hospital records of Jerry's treatment after the accident—which should have been impossible.

I had paid a lot of bribes to make all those records disappear. It's getting to the point where you can't trust corrupt officials anymore.

He definitely had enough evidence to ruin me and close down the club if he went to the papers with it.

He made it clear that I could avoid all this if I paid him a big chunk of money. A very big chunk of money.

Knowing how blackmailers worked, I knew that this would not be the last payment.

I pretended to agree and told him I needed a day to get the cash out of the bank.

Rocky and I used that day to come up with an alternative scheme. A clever, sexy, nasty, depraved, Machiavellian scheme.

Rocky:

According to plan I met Sgt Wanker in The Grotto snack shop the next day. I had to admit the dude was kind of cute. Blond curly hair, toned body and a handsome face.

But when I looked into those pretty green eyes, I saw something else, something dark and cruel.

I had a big briefcase on the table that was supposedly filled with the blackmail money.

I offered him a glass of orange juice. Specialty of the house.

The dumb fuck gulped it right down.

Then the stupid asshole wanted to talk.

First he wanted to know where all the amazing room sized wrap-around aquariums had come from.

I explained that Walt used to be a big time city aquarium director and had tons of money and just really like fish and aquariums.

Then he asked about the shark and asked if it was the same one that attacked the dude with the missing hand. And did the shark really eat it?

I said that it was and would he like to take a swim sometime and get to know the shark better.

He gave me a very dirty look, and then said that he didn't care what all us faggots were doing in our obviously sick club, and there were no hard feelings. It was just business.

He claimed to be the son of the famous Austrian curler, Werner Wanker. (Chuck later checked this out, and it turned out to be a lie.)

He even complemented me on my arms and started on a long and boring description of his own workout regimen.

Suddenly he got a strange faraway look on his face.

The drugs in the OJ were starting to kick in.

I calmly asked him if he would like to suck my cock.

He looked confused, but did not move when I stood up with my crotch about two inches from his face.

He suddenly dropped to his knees and started ripping open the fly of my 501s.

I was tempted to think that this eagerness showed that he was just another closet gay.

But I knew from Dr Joe that the blue pill drug I had just given him made anyone, without exception, crave dick. Big time!

Soon he was feasting on my dick and moaning with pleasure.

Rudy entered The Grotto with a full crew, set up his cameras, and started filming.

Sgt Wanker's head was bobbing up and down on my cock so energetically that I could not hold back. I started shooting gobs and gobs of semen down the cocksucker's throat.

By the time Wanker had drained me, Rudy had gotten excited and whipped out his own cock. He then handed the camera off to one of his assistants and shoved his hard dick down the cop's wide open mouth.

Rudy has a really nice dick, and I would not have minded taking care of him myself. But we had to stick with the plan.

Soon the son of a bitch got his second load of the night. But by far, not the last one.

Mike:

Chuck and I went to pick up Mr corrupt cop in The Grotto. The drugs had made him both stoned and in heat.

After we had pried him off of Rudy's dick, we picked him up and carried him to the nearby suckoff room.

We were naked. Rudy followed along filming it all, and I noticed that he focused on our bodies. What the hell. Even I have to admit that we are pretty hot.

The cop dude noticed the suck-room doorway entrance murals of guys sucking cock and began mumbling, "I need more cock, I need more cock."

We laid him on his back on a big soft platform bed with his head hanging backward over the side.

Chuck stuck his cock into the aspiring blackmailer's accepting mouth and gradually forced all nine inches of his beautiful thick organ down—or was it up—the hungry cocksucker's throat.

Then he started to face-fuck him. The cop dude moaned with happiness, and I noticed that he also now had a major boner.

At this point I too had a hard-on and wished it was me getting face-fucked by Chuck's big hard cock. But we had to stick to the program, dammit!

My lover and I for sure had some serious sixty-nining to catch up on later tonight. I never could get enough of his fucking dick.

I visualized myself grabbing my boyfriend's beautiful white muscular ass and pulling him violently into my mouth as hard as I could and getting every one of his nine magnificent inches down my throat.

This fantasy along with the hot scene being acted out between him and the cop caused me to spontaneously cum. I hadn't even touched myself.

Chuck just fucking raped the cop's mouth and was now pouring his load down his throat. The cocksucker must have liked it because the pants of his cop uniform were suddenly wet with cum.

So everybody in the room came. And Rudy had it all on film.

Bo:

My brother and his boyfriend Randy and I fetched Sgt Wanker and brought him to the Octagon.

The Octagon was a room surrounded by eight perfectly placed mirrors, so that the reflections went off to infinity in four directions.

We held him down and stripped off his cum-soaked uniform.

He kept licking our bodies the whole time. My identical twin brother was sporting a big beautiful hard-on, and the cop dude was trying to get his mouth on it.

The dude might not be gay, but he sure was showing a lot of aptitude.

The lighting in the octagon was uncharacteristically bright for the Neptune, because Rudy wanted to maximize the reflection corridors—as he called them.

Soon we had him on his hands and knees, and we all took turns fucking him doggie style.

He fucking loved it! He kept saying, "fuck me!" over and over.

Thousands of guys getting royally fucked stretched off in all directions. It was interesting to see how two-thirds of the fuckers looked exactly alike. We had become infinituplets.

My gorgeous twin brother and Randy continued to fuck him, while I came around to the front and made him suck my cock.

We switched around a couple of times. He eagerly took whatever came.

Then we all stood up and forced the cop to his knees. He was frantic as he switched from cock to cock to cock and buried them in his now insatiable throat. He moaned continuously.

We three had our arms around each other in a warm embrace. My twin was alternately kissing me and his boyfriend Randy while all this was going on.

It made my dick even harder. I love the way my brother kisses. Of course, it is exactly the way I kiss.

Everybody should have a sexy twin brother who knows all of your sexual needs—because they are also his needs.

We were not supposed to be getting off on each other, because the whole point of the exercise was to humiliate the corrupt cop.

So we got back to that. He had eagerly swallowed my load (Rudy got some hot closeups of his pulsing throat as he drank it all down.)

We had to forcefully pull him off my dick, and then my brother and Randy shot their loads all over the cocksucker's face.

His mouth was wide open, and he was now cumming again as he got two simultaneous facials.

It was all now on film.

Rudy later told me that he had used the wonders of AI to edit out all the reflections of him and the camera crew, and that all the film showed was endless repetitions of Sgt Wanker getting sexually humiliated.

Rudy and two members of his crew also took the opportunity to give the fucker three more facials.

Then they took a close up of gallons of cum running down his face and with his tongue out trying to eat it all up.

Jeremy:

Jeff and I met up with Sgt Wanker (really?!) by the Neptune pool.

Rocky and Rudy had come up with a whimsical bit of role reversal as part of what was now turning into an epic film.

Me and Jeff were lounging on deck chairs and the cop dude—now back in full uniform—was on his knees on the tile floor, sucking on our feet.

My boyfriend and I are both dedicated foot fetishists.

But we also greatly enjoyed that activity when it was practiced on us.

I cannot count the number of times my sweetie pie and I had fallen asleep together with each other's toes in our mouths. Sixty-nine is fine. But for us, nothing beats foot in mouth delights.

It hadn't taken much to get the cop guy down chewing on our toes. And once he got the idea he fucking went wild.

Soon he had Jeff's left foot practically down his throat.

We had been told to act as if nothing was happening down there. We were casually drinking Cape Cods as if it were just another day at the pool.

However, Jeff and I were wearing Speedos and our erections were obvious.

Jeff's big hard dick was actually sticking out over the top of his suit. It was all I could do not to go down on him.

The cop was making a lot of slurping sounds as he went from one foot to the other.

On a cue from Rocky, who was now directing the film, Jeff dragged the desperately sucking mouth, which was basically attached to his foot, over to the side of the pool, and simply kicked him into the water.

At this point Fred and Woody and Tim and Tony Antonio and a few other guys showed up and sat naked, side by side, with legs dangling in the pool, as the nasty motherfucking blackmailing cop swam round and round and compulsively sucked off one cock after another.

Parker:

I was sitting in a big easy chair in the Apollo lounge. When the boys brought the stupid cop in, I was already hard from looking at the many Tom of Finland style drawings that were plastered on every surface in the room.

Also, the incredibly erotic statue of Apollo, that dominated the room, always gave me a woodie.

They dropped the almost exhausted cocksucker on his knees on the carpet at my feet.

Worn out as he was, he immediately tried to bury his face in my crotch and started chewing on my dick through the fabric of my sweatpants.

I grabbed his head and pushed him back. I said, "What the fuck are you doing?"

He said, "I want your cock in my mouth. I got to suck it. I have to have it."

I said, "What! Are you some kind of cocksucking faggot? If you want to suck me off, you will have to beg for it."

The poor pathetic creep, who already had cum plastered all over his face, continued, "Please, let me suck your cock. I'm begging you. I need that fucking big fucking cock!"

I said, "Why?"

He moaned and said, "It's so fucking big. I want it shoved into my mouth. I am a fucking cocksucker and I need you to bury your big hard fucking cock down my throat."

Rudy gave me a thumbs up sign. He was getting all this on audio along with filming it. He was also getting aroused. He had his cock out and was playing with himself.

The Wanker was now furiously pistoning his hungry mouth up and down on my dick.

The guy might be straight, but he was a fantastic cocksucker, and soon I was about to bust my nut. I gasped, "I'm going to cum. Oh god!" And I began to shoot my wad down his throat.

Rudy abruptly shoved his camera into the hands of an assistant and went down on his knees next to the cop dude. He rudely pushed him off my dick and gulped it down himself.

What the hell! I had enough cum to satisfy both of them.

I do not know why I always have this effect on people. It might have something to do with my ten inch dick.

Walt:

Rudy has just told me that the cop humiliation film will be an all-time hit.

Orders on the Neptune porn website to buy it were pouring in.

I mused on the irony that a person who had threatened to cost us a lot of money, and perhaps even shut us down, was now poised to bring us a profit windfall.

Rudy has had two weeks to edit it. Of course, he will eventually use his amazing AI software to edit out the identity of Sgt Wanker. He said he would keep the the sergeant's hot body and beautiful curly blond hair, though.

We were in the Neptune screening room.

Rudy and Rocky and I were forcing the cop, now back in full uniform—which the Neptune had thoughtfully cleaned and pressed—to watch the unedited version of the film. He was silent for once.

I said, "Now, about this ridiculous idea of blackmail..."

Wanker quickly said, "We're good. Forget all about it. I'm begging you." Tears were running down his cheeks.

I said, "We have no problem burying this footage. But there is one last little bit of business to take care of."

He said, "What business?" There was raw fear in his eyes.

"Well, you will notice that Rocky has his phone out, and that his finger is hovering over the send button.

"I want you to give me a blow job. Right now!"

Wanker looked startled and said, "What! No way!"

"If you don't do that, Rocky will push that button, and your wife and your boss will instantly have a film clip of you giving quite a few of our club members very enthusiastic blow jobs. We won't even film it this time."

The would-be blackmailer sank shakily to his knees.

"Make it a good one, or I may change my mind about releasing the film. Can you do that?"

The cop meekly nodded yes.

I said, "I want to hear you say it. Say, 'I want your dick. I want to suck you off. I want you to come in my mouth! And call me Sir!' "

He said it and he did it.

After that everybody kept their word.

I sometimes have fantasies that, due to everything he has experienced, the sergeant would develop some compassion and eventually become a nice person.

Naah!