Who was Betty & why did she think I was her prey? Earlier that night a woman in glasses came down to my end of the bar to buy some smokes from the machine -- I watched her out of the corner of my eye. I could tell she knew I was watching her because she studiedly refused to glance my way.

    She was blond-haired, which did not impress me, but she also was a tall woman and she was wearing glasses, both of which did. I liked her face: tasteful make-up, composure and intelligence combined. And although she was dressed in slacks and a loose sweater, I could tell she was exactly that kind of woman who I had no defense against -- in her proud bearing and female presence, she was large in all the right places.

    I asked Wanda, the barmaid, who she was : "Oh, that's Betty," said Wanda, "She comes in for darts and pool occasionally ... I don't know her well but she seems to have her followers among the guys."

    I wondered just what Wanda's quickie portrait of Betty might mean -- particularly intriguing to me was her use of the word "followers" --but when I turned back to look at this woman, she was nowhere to be seen. Gone. I nursed my drink, wondering at the magic of being so immediately tuned into someone who didn't even acknowledge that I existed -- I wanted so much to speak with this Betty, to find a way declare to her my interest, although I knew her avoidance in acknowledging my gaze was no doubt her way of keeping me suspended in place. It was her control tactic for strange males, I decided, a way to hold my kind in abeyance until Betty decided on a further option. We'd yet to speak, had not even exchanged glances, yet already Betty was on top.

   I came out of the men's room and our paths crossed -- Betty was on her way into the adjoining ladies room. We were, for that brief instant, seemingly transfixed by each other, not knowing who would go first or even what our protocol would be -- that classic scene where two people are facing each other and neither one of them makes the first move. Or so it at first seemed. I stared into her eyes and her return glance was direct and appraising, but non-committal.It dawned on me that I was mistaken, that Betty's not making the first move was a deliberate choice she'd made. I should have known.

    She stared dead into my living eye as if to make sense of my being in her way.

    "I am Ra's Elf," I stammered, "and you are ... magnificent!" Clumsy and vulnerable, enthusiastic and wretched, I might as well have been but a child. She stared at me and her eyes took in my posture and my bearing. Something very close to a smirk had come over her features. Yet I was thrilled to have this self-composed lady appraise me so forthrightly. Her eyes were cold, but keen and unapologetic. She stared at my physique and her eyes were bold, looking me up and down. I could not but help notice how her loose sweater clung to the fullness of her bosom ... I was stunned when she took a deep breath, making her already marvelous bosoms rise ... her nipples seemed to press outward against the cloth of her sweater and with difficulty I forced my gaze not to linger ... and my vanity was such I thought her deep breath had something to do with how solidly fit my own physique was -- even though I was older, I liked to think my strength showed thru, that my daily fitness regimen had borne fruit. That I was more than just her vain man-child with the receding hairline ...

    "I'm Betty," she said, "can I get by?" Her tone of voice was matter-of-fact, direct. She went around me as if I wasn't there, but her generous bosoms brushed ever so lightly against me as she passed --again, I was thrilled beyond reason. Flushed and encouraged by so little, I reclaimed my stool at the bar and waited for Betty to come out. Glancing around the room, I could see no other lady even remotely as attractive as she -- I was already under Betty's power and I was so well aware of that fact that there might as well have been a sign on my back.  Had I been a wiser man, I would have taken immediate note of the fact that Betty did not reappear ... as it was, I drank my beer and ordered another before it dawned on me that Betty was no longer there ... somehow she had disappeared herself completely, left the premises like a wisp, a dream. Had she even been there at all?

    This was a Thursday night, in fact it was the very Thursday night I was supposed to go back across the river to Secrets and meet up again with the powerful Marilyn ... I waited a bit beyond what seemed like a reasonable amount of time, then I left and headed across the river to that fabled club on the Ohio ... Secrets was uncrowded when I came in, typical for a weekday night, with only a few couples. I thought I might see Melannie, Secrets' imperious and bawdy owner, but she was not there yet. I spotted Marilyn right away, however, seated halfway down the bar, her broad back turned my way. I walked up to her and stood behind her, gazing upon her expansive charms -- I did not hesitate this time, but bent close to her and exhaled my breath along the nape of her neck ... the refreshing candor of Marilyn's laughter was my reward, a tonic to my ears, and when she turned in my direction her grin was wide and welcoming.

    "Ra's Elf ! my toy," she exclaimed, and with that she immediately let both of her hands roam up under my shirt and rise to my nipples ... she pinched both simultaneously as she Frenched me forcefully, her tongue so deep in me that I sucked it gratefully. When she slowly moved her tongue in and out between my lips the sensation was that she was both teasing and taking advantage, toying with her toy, reasserting her utter and complete control ... her pinching grew even more vigorous so that as I sucked at her tongue I also took several sharp breaths, which made her laugh all the more as she broke away from the kiss.

    She led me over to the side and we sat close at one of the tables back toward the unlit stage where the lighting of the bar was not so intrusive. Marilyn deftly unzipped me and pulled the elastic band of my briefs out and tucked the band down under my testicles as she had done once before ... the maneuver made both my penis and balls rear out from my unzipped trousers, highlighted and available for whatever play she had in mind.

    "What an eager fellow," she mocked, "and what a talented pair of lips." Marilyn unbuttoned her blouse and it was clear to me where she next wanted my lips ... her fingers closed upon my balls, toying with them as I sank into the enclosing depths of her warm cleavage,licking between her breasts. I lifted her bra over her breasts, freeing them -- they were wide and heavy and soon my lips closed upon a nipple, drawing it in. Her fingers on my balls grew evermore insistent and bold, squeezing them together and pulling them, and it was both painful and exquisite, so that my suckling itself grew more insistent ... again I began those involuntary sharp intakes of breath and the air being drawn in around her nipple aroused Marilyn further and soon she had my cock firmly in hand, her grip closing around its head and tightening rhythmically so that my breath continued to come faster and faster as I moved alternately over to the second nipple.

     Marilyn allowed her skirt to rise high along her thighs and as I moved back and forth from breast to breast I knew it was only a matter of time until Marilyn demanded even more intimate attention from my lips. My hand moved to her thighs and she parted them permissively. The flesh of her inner thighs was soft and warm as my touch moved firmly but gently toward her source ... as my hand rose I felt the delicate touch of her most intimate fleece but then, even before I could touch the warm softness those hairs covered, Marilyn suddenly closed and tightened her thighs upon my hand. I had gotten far enough to discover Marilyn was not wearing panties, but now my hand was held fast by the strength of her enclosing thighs. I felt her own hand go under my ball sac and pull the elastic band out and then she let it snap  back against my cock and the snap was startling and painful and it only caused my already aroused member to grow more strained and swollen. Marilyn pulled my zipper up for me and, just that quick,my privates were once again tucked out of sight.

    I lifted my head from her breasts. Then out of the corner of my eyes I saw Melannie enter Secrets and move along the length of the bar, greeting the women and teasing their men. I looked into Marilyn's eyes and I knew she could see my desire and how much I wanted to please her. I slid off the chair onto my knees, my hand still held captive ... Marilyn said nothing as she then pulled her bra down again around her bosoms, cupping them into place. She slowly rebuttoned her blouse in a strange reverse strip tease ... I so longed to explore the intimate complexities of her pussy with my lips and tongue, and I could feel Marilyn reading my longing in my eyes and then she lifted her hips and reached down and pulled down her skirt.

    "All right, Marilyn!" It was Melannie, suddenly standing close. Seeing my hand held between Marilyn's thighs, she laughed: "Catch somebody trying to shoplift?"

    I turned my head and tall Melannie's loins were at my eye level ...  her light-colored slacks were skintight, so that the evident crease of her sex was expressed clearly, just inches from my face, which reddened under cover of the dim lighting in that part of the bar.

    Humiliated by being held in place by Marilyn's thighs, with my denied desire still throbbing away between my own legs, I glanced into Marilyn's eyes and saw her smirking -- she darted her gaze in a quick way at Melannie's loins, then her eyes just as quickly returned to my own and it was clear what the powerful Marilyn wanted me to do.

    With my hand still locked between Marilyn's thighs I leaned over and let my nose rise along the expressed cleft of Melannie's cunt beneath her skintight slacks. As my lips came close to the fabric,Melannie pulled my head back, gripping a handful of my hair.

    "Now now, you dear boy," Melannie admonished, "mustn't slobber on Mommy's new slacks!" And with that, Melannie slapped me - ! Not a resounding slap, but with enough force to smart. And when I looked to Marilyn, she slapped me, too - ! Marilyn's slap was slightly harder, more proprietary somehow. And then the both of them started laughing, a mingled music of mockery and mutual delight, as if they were collaborators.

    Both of my cheeks were now red, and from more than mere blushing -- part of me felt the sting but another part of me was fully complicit and willing. Abruptly, Marilyn released my hand from her muscular leg-hold and stood up.

    Still on my knees, I stared up at those two dominating women, but they weren't paying any attention to me. They reached over me to embrace each other, and Melannie's loins straddled my shoulder, and then Marilyn straddled my other shoulder, riding me in the same way, and as they hugged each other their pelvises ground against my pinned head, sandwiched on either side between them. I could see out into the bar and wondered what a sight this all must make, but nobody was watching. Sometimes Secrets liked to watch, and at other times Secrets looked the other way.

    "Don't you just love riding a pinned head?" Melannie laughed when they broke the embrace. I had never thought of myself as such a pinhead, but that is exactly what I was in that moment, staring up... four large breasts overshadowed me, and up past those breasts were the mocking leers of my betters, staring down at me.

    "I'd love to stay," Marilyn said, and I dreaded what was coming, "but I have to be to work early in the morning. If you can still manage to get on your feet, Ra's Elf, I'd appreciate you walking me to my car."

    When Marilyn bent to unlock her door, I stared helplessly at the flair of her hips. "Stay on your feet," she said over her shoulder, "and dream about what I'll someday make you do ... " Again, she mocked me.

    I stood on the street after Marilyn had pulled away, bereft and abandoned. When I walked back into Secrets it was because I was helpless, not because I wanted further excitement. The throbbing in my long-denied balls was growing noticeably more uncomfortable,almost painful. Helplessly I walked back to where we had been sitting and I again sat at that table, nursing my drink and staring blankly down.

    I put my hands up and cupped them around my lips and nose ... there was no odor of female intimacy on my fingers, yet I felt my face pressed into the cup of my hands and it was as if I was pressed between Marilyn's strong thighs and it was as if my face and my lips and my tongue were close to the source, the warm wet source, and a phantom odor actually came to me then, and that phantom odor was of Marilyn's sex.

    When I opened my eyes, lifting reluctantly from a dream that seemed to have been going on forever, Secrets was getting more crowded. I saw a man on his knees at the bar, his head between the legs of a woman sitting there -- he had his own cock in his hand and was jacking himself off as he pressed his head deeper, and it seemed very odd that his woman would allow him to jack himself off that way, while he lapped her, and then I saw his juices start to spurt,and then an even stranger thing, for it became apparent that even more fluid was falling down from where he was mouthing the woman and then I knew that the woman was urinating into his mouth and that he was unable to swallow enough of it and that the overflow was raining down onto his spurting cock - all hell broke loose of a sudden when Melannie appeared and kicked the guy between his legs very hard and she spun the woman off her bar stool -- "Jackie, you fucking pig!" Melannie bellowed, "You don't piss in men's mouths in my joint, goddammit, and you don't let them cum on my floor, goddammit, and for fucking God damn sure, you don't ever bring your nasty ass in here again!!" Melannie threw the woman out of the bar physically, and then she returned to where the man was curled in a pained ball on the floor and she commenced to kick him some more till he crawled bawling out the front door. Standing over the mess, her long legs spread and her heavy chest heaving, red-headed Melannie looked around the bar,a glare of combined contempt and satisfaction on her face.

    I grabbed my glass and sucked on the drink, appalled and amazed at Melannie's fury. I did not want to look at her and I tried to avert my eyes, but Melannie was in a high enough fury that when she looked my way I was unable to tear my eyes away from hers -- "Ra's Elf!" she bellowed, "Get over here!"

    I scrambled over to Melannie -- "Follow me!" she ordered.

    Melannie led me to the utility closet, where a mop and bucket awaited: "Put a dab of Pine Sol in there and go mop up that mess." With care and devotion, I swabbed up the cum and piss, then wheeled the fouled bucket back to the utility closet.

    "Give my boy Ra's Elf a hand, people!" Melannie stood with her legs spread and her hands on her hips as the bar then gave me a small round of applause ... "A drink for my new Swamper!" she called.

    I sat back down at the table and sucked at the free drink Melannie had sent to me. I felt unclean and subservient, like a menial slave, and the feeling was delicious ... for several long moments I concentrated my attention on the drink, not even daring to look up. My prick had resumed its attentive stretch inside my trousers -- my willingness to be used, and to be of use, was high and urgent, but not so alarming that anyone would notice ...

    When I finally mustered the courage to look up at the bar, Melannie was standing at its end with her weight on her elbows and her generous hips arched out and back. I could see her large bosoms under her armpits, and the way her hips were stuck out took my breath away.

    Melannie was talking to some female in an overcoat as I passed on my way to the john, a blond woman who didn't glance my way. As I slid past Melannie, my eyes descended with adoration to her hips, at the way they jutted out, almost blocking my passage. Melannie's ass was generous, like her bosom, and I was spellbound.

    Back in the men's john, I stood before the mirror with my engorged member in my hand ... unable to piss because I was so fixated on heady fantasies, I finally tucked my balls and cock back into my pants, still throbbing ... when I walked back out, Melannie was still standing that way, with her big hips almost blocking my way.I stared down at them helplessly and wanted very much to just sink to my knees behind  her ... as I eased past, I looked at the face of the blond she was chatting with and was dumbstruck to discover that Melannie was talking to the woman I'd fallen for back across the river, the cold and self-contained lady wearing glasses -- Betty!

    Betty was staring at me as she had before, that look of appraisal that stabbed at my guts ... she looked down my body and her gaze came to rest at my groin. I was both pleased and embarrassed with myself that I had remained aroused, my prick swelling against the restraints of my trousers. As I tried to ease past Melannie, Betty stepped directly into my path.

    "Are you following me, Ra's Elf?" Betty reached up with both hands and gripped my chest, her palms flat upon my nipples ... "Are you?"  Her hands were wide and very strong and she squeezed my chest muscles with inordinate power, making me wince ... she pulled me close and her tongue was thick and deep in my mouth. Helplessly, I wrapped my lips around Betty's thick tongue and suckled it greedily while her hands continued their forceful and exhilarating squeezing of my male breasts.

    "You certainly know how to treat an older guy," I managed, gasping at her power.

    "This isn't a treat," Betty responded. "It's a promise -- do you like to be hurt, Ra's Elf?"

    "I like," I stammered, "whatever you like ... "

    "I like to hurt vigorous lechers who like to work out." Betty's grip grew even more painful, and I swelled my chest in response, letting the muscles push against Betty's grip. I was near to swooning at the delicious pain.

    "Do you like ass, Ra's Elf? Would you do anything, anything at all, for the sake of my ass, you horny bastard?"

    "I worship ass, Betty ... and I would worship your ass."

    "I know," Betty smirked, "because worship is exactly what it will take ..."

    Betty dropped one of her hands tight against my groin and turned away, leading me out of the bar. Her hand at my uncomfortably swollen cock was every bit as firm and painful and exquisite as it had been on my chest ... the tears in my eyes as Betty pulled me forth from Secrets were as much in gratitude as they were in pain. "You are a rotten bastard, Ra's Elf," Betty said as we emerged outside, "but I'm going to sit on you till you know your place. You will worship my ass, Ra's Elf, and I will make you my slave!"

    "Oh!" I gasped, "Yes, Betty ... Please!" It was a plea I need not have uttered, for Betty was way ahead of me and in complete command. Betty drove a late-model small red pick-up. Before she let me climb in, she bound my hands behind my back. It was only a ritual binding, for I was already entirely at her command.  "Do you go into Secrets often, Ra's Elf?" Betty's voice was languid and almost uncaring, as if she already knew the answer ... she had a cigarette lit and the smoke curled thickly from her lips.

    "No, not often," I replied. I was not lying, but I was not volunteering the complete truth, either.

   "So why were you there tonight? You do know that bar is a very special bar, don't you?" Betty's tone of voice maintained its disinterest, but something told me it was no longer the time for being coy.

    "I was there to meet a woman," I offered, my voice tight and guarded, "and yes, it is clear to me now how special a place Secrets really is ... "

    "Did that woman tell you to meet her there, or was the meeting your idea?" There was a slight shift in Betty's tone, so that I could tell the question meant something ... although I knew Betty already knew the answers to her queries, I also knew she was gauging me, getting a sense for how alert and willing I was. She took a hard suck off her smoke, waiting for my answer.

    "Yes, it was her idea -- we had met there once before, and that time was her idea as well..."

    "You like it when women tell you what to do, don't you, Ra's Elf?" Betty reached across to my lap, unzipping my trousers. In a move that was becoming very familiar to me, she reached in and pulled the elastic band of my briefs away from my belly and tucked it with deft skill under my balls. I sat helplessly exposed.

    "My whole desire is to serve the wishes of the female who commands me," I blurted, losing all sense of caution. I knew that Betty already knew more about me than I knew myself. I was ready to surrender every last trace of my presumed male pride -- I felt a great sense of relief at having confessed my willingness, and Iwaited with bated breath to hear what Betty's response would be. My loosed cock swelled in anticipation, twitching with eagerness.

    Betty rewarded me by snapping my exposed balls with her fingers.

   Tears sprang to my eyes ...

    "I don't care about your stiff prick, you bastard," Betty spat, "I'm going to fuck you, and I'm going to beat you, and you are going to be a toy for me and my friends. Do you understand me?"

    My cock shrank a bit as I realized that it was of no interest to her. My balls still stung from her snap, but I knew the pain of that snap was but an introductory gesture, that Betty had other humiliations in mind. I lowered my head to my chest and closed my eyes and listened to the roar of her pick-up's engine as we climbed the hill above Secrets. "I am whatever you want me to be," I murmured, from the bottom of my being, "and I pray only that the toy you turn me into gives you and your friends every pleasure ... "

    "You'll be on your knees, Ra's Elf, but it won't be for praying! And yes, you will give us every pleasure, indeed."

    We pulled into a driveway finally. "Welcome to Melannie's Playhouse, Ra's Elf ... this place is famous in certain select circles. It's where the Secrets gals bring their special toys, the ones that qualify for special attention."

    I followed Betty through the front door, my privates still stuck out from my unzipped trousers, forced outwards by the way the band of my briefs pulled upwards from under my balls. As I stepped through the doorway, something told me to be very cautious and respectful -- I sank to my knees just inside the door, awaiting Betty's whim. In the dim light of the front room Betty dropped her overcoat and stepped out of her slacks, pulling her sweater over her head simultaneously. She was naked so fast my jaw dropped.

    Betty crossed the room to another door and opened it, reaching inside to flick on the light. Through that door I could make out a mirror on the far wall. Betty turned and motioned for me to come to her.  On my knees I went to Betty. I stopped beneath her, staring up at her form -- she was as magnificent as I remembered, yet she was more, much more. Her breasts were heavy but firm, rising out from her chest above me, their nipples dark and wide and erect. Her belly was not flat, nor was it fat -- it was substantial and strong, the belly of a woman of appetite who yet controlled her appetites ... her navel was deep and mysterious, inviting. Her pussy's bush was very lushly overgrown, the blond curly fleece catching glints of light, but in their lower shadows I could see the alluring thickness of her mound, the deep crease between the lips. Her thighs were very strong looking, thick and powerful. Athletic even. I shuddered at the thought of the power those thighs bespoke. Out of nowhere came Betty's strong hand, and her slap was both stronger than Melannie's and more proprietary than Marilyn's had been, and it made a sound that echoed off the walls ... my head rang as if it had been hammered. Dizziness overwhelmed me -- the pain shook me to the soles of my feet. I waited for her to render another blow, but none came, and hot and eager tears streamed down my face.

    Without a word, Betty turned her hips to me and backed them toward my wet face. As extraordinary as her breasts, belly, pussy, and thighs had been, Betty's buttocks were not the end but actually the beginnings and the continuance, wide and unblemished, the firm girth of each cheek smooth and full, the deep dark divide between them at once forbidding and irresistible -- they were the promise of knowledge and the denial of mercy, they were everything that a sap such as myself could ever know or would even want to know. I craned my neck, lifting my face to meet them.

    Betty's buttocks engulfed me. I opened my mouth wide and extended my tongue fully into their enveloping surround. Her inner cheeks smelled of sexual heat and fundamental encouragement, and I pressed against their descent hungrily, lapping into her deep divide, seeking the tensed bud of her bottom's promise. She arched her back so that her ass was all I could tell of all she proposed -- I tasted and sucked and tongued, and I felt her sphincter relax and take in my tongue's probing tip. Her nimble asshole nibbled on my tongue avidly, taking it in, sucking me deeper ...

    As I worshipped Betty's ass, someone was stripping my clothes off, but I was so intoxicated by Betty's butt that I did not pause while the stripping continued. My shoes and socks and trousers and briefs were gone and all I was wearing was a shirt when Betty finally pulled away. With my hands still bound behind me I watched Betty walk into the room, the cheeks of her ass rolling proudly. Then I felt cold metal against the flesh of my back and heard the taut bite as scissors cleaved the shirt off my back ... with the exception of the binding at my wrists, I was now naked.

    As Betty's form grew smaller I could see into the room. It was a place of theatrical dimensions, with mirrors on three walls and also up on the ceiling. In the middle of the room the floor was recessed, and around along the edge of that recess several chairs were arranged. Betty waved for me to advance and I entered the room slowly, still on my knees. I saw myself over in the mirror -- one side of my face was reddened, and my flaccid cock slapped from side to side as I clumsily came forward.

    In one of the chairs sat a familiar figure -- Marilyn! She was wore a loose robe and she sat with her arms outspread on each of the adjoining chairs. She was in a posture of waiting, and her face was turned past us, staring at something behind us ... thru the mirror I could see three naked men there, their wrists and ankles outstretched and fastened to restraints on the wall.

    An older woman came to sit, apparently the one who had stripped me, her immense buttocks spilling off to either side of the chair -- she, too, was naked, and when she turned to stare at my unsteady posture on my knees she showed no emotion at all. In her hand she held a remote control which she lifted and pointed at the three naked men.

    When I looked back at the three hanging guys I saw the most remarkable thing: one by one they began moving their hips and twisting and flexing their abdominals in a strange tortured mime of dancing, and then, in the wierdest sequence, their three soft cocks, one after the other, slowly lifted into full erections!

    Marilyn broke into applause, as did Betty. "How droll!" Marilyn crowed delightedly, her robe falling open.

    "The vibrating butt plugs, activated by remote, were Aunt Em's idea," Betty said. "Say hello to Aunt Em, Ra's Elf."

    I looked into the cold eyes of the older woman with the remote in her hand and told her that I was honored to meet her. In response, the tiniest glimmer of life flickered deep in her cold eyes.

    "Aunt Em stays here, she's kind of the caretaker, I suppose, but the care she takes will take your breath away. Aunt Em likes to see if she can find ways to keep our boy toys on their toes ... finds new uses for them."

    It became evident that Auntie could increase the power of the butt plugs' vibrations because the twisty gyrations of the imprisoned men grew more vigorous suddenly. Betty came up behind me and untied my hands. She held small shallow pan out to me: "Melannie told me about your swamper experience, Ra's Elf ... go over there now and catch their cum in this little foot pan for me."

    All three men were sweating profusely and breathing hard. Their writhing motions were so vigorous that the only way I was going to be able to catch their spurting cum in the pan was if I took hold of their cocks as they came. I had never held a man's ejaculating cock in my hands before and the sensation was extraordinary, at once ghastly and fascinating, as one by one I aimed their helpless tools into the pan. Each of them groaned and gasped as their juices spasmed forth ... their orgasms were extraordinarily protracted, no doubt due to the revved power of the fiendish gizmos jammed up into their asses.

    And then Auntie cut the power and all three men sagged in their traces, their pricks immediately drooping, pitiful and exhausted. Auntie Em came up and moved me aside, getting on her knees and cleaning the remains of cum from their softened cocks with her lips.

    "Auntie gets all the spent leftovers ... its something she likes and what the hell," Betty sighed, as I returned to her and resumed my posture on my knees, the pan in my hands. "By the time the sun comes up, you're going to be one of Aunt Em's spent leftovers. But I should warn you -- Auntie's kind of picky ... she likes her leftover meat still quivering on the plate, if you get my drift."

    I shuddered at Betty's lurid suggestion, but, unaccountably, my cock had already begun to rise ... I glanced over at Auntie's form where she continued lipping the sad cocks of the men hanging there. I glanced at Marilyn and she too was watching Auntie. Marilyn's hand was down between her thighs. "Set the pan on the floor, Ra's Elf." Betty put a foot into the pan, spreading her toes. Her foot was sopping with cum when she removed it. "I need a good foot massage ... " With both hands on Betty's cum-smeared foot, I kneaded her greased flesh carefully, staring up at her closed eyes.

    After a spell, she lifted her foot higher, away from my hands, towards my face. I took her slippery toes into my mouth one by one ... I ran my tongue slowly between them, then pressed the flat of my tongue all around the rest of her foot, thoroughly lapping the cream. All the while, my erection grew ever more aroused. When Betty lowered her now well-massaged and totally cleaned foot to the floor, I got to repeat the entire choreography with her other foot. I must admit, Betty had lovely feet. It was my great honor to give her pleasure in this humble, adorational manner. The cum residue of the three men was smeared on my hands and face as I remained upon my knees. I dropped my head and stared toward the floor, waiting. With eyes downcast, I stared down onto my neglected male pride, at how it bobbed and swelled up at me in low eagerness ... as I looked at it, a wee dab of clear fluid slowly oozed from its flared head.

    Although Marilyn was older and heavier than Betty, she was still a totally magnificent figure of a woman, and it took my breath away to look up at her. She had come to replace Betty, who had taken a seat. Even Aunt Em was back in a chair now. The men still hung motionless, seemingly unconscious. The room was silent.

    Marilyn's dark wide nipples were rigid and erect above me as she dipped her foot into the pan. She wiggled her toes in my mouth as I sucked each one clean. And as I finished taking the last of the cum from between the toes of her second foot, I felt someone take hold of my buttocks, rolling them vigorously in a two-handed grip. 

    "I see you gals started without me!" barked Melannie. Her breasts spilled to either side of the back of my neck as she continued manually assaulting my asscheeks.

    "Oh I've been looking forward to getting at these!" Her fingers spread my lowermost cheeks forcefully and then a thumb sank into my anus. I arched my back into her violation and she reached under me to grab hold of my balls with her other hand.

    "Well now," she cooed into my ear, "got some fat balls, don't we?" Her grip on my sac tightened painfully as she jammed her thumb as high into my ass as it would go. I spread my knees on the floor as widely as I could and sank my buttocks lower onto her invasive probing, and it made Melannie laugh.

    "Those balls are gonna stay fat, Ra's Elf, cause Momma's gonna play ass games for awhile." She yanked her thumb out of my butt, which made me jump, and then she replaced it quickly with the head of a dildo ... Marilyn had taken a chair with the others and now Melannie was using the dildo as a guide-prod to move me forward, down into the recessed area in the middle of the room. A low pommel was sitting in the center of the recess and Melannie steered me squarely onto it, bending me over it so that my ass, the dildo still in it, was spread high. Fat ol' Aunt Em had come down into the recess to assist Melannie and it was Auntie who secured my ankles and wrists to the bottom sides of the pommel. Before Auntie climbed out of the pit she tied a chord tightly around the base of my cock and balls, preventing me from losing my erection but also preventing me from any ejaculations.

    My position was such that I could see back under the pommel, between my spread legs, to where Melannie stood in that familiar posture, her own legs spread and her hands on her hips ... jutting out from Melannie's loins was an enormous transparent strap-on, thick as my wrist.

    Melannie had a long slender switch in one hand and she put it to immediate use, stinging my lower cheeks and exposed balls with a series of well-aimed snaps that caused me to cry out. "Gots to warm up the lockbox, buddy." She then came to stand close to my wounded butt, lowering herself slightly and bringing the huge transparent dildo within range of my upside-down face.

    "The more spit you get on my dick the easier it'll go in, old sport," she urged, and I opened my mouth to receive the tool that would soon lay waste to my ass. As I wetly sucked at the strap-on, Melannie commenced slapping my cheeks with gusto, whacking away merrily, calling up to the gals in the chairs, "Don't get too comfortable up there, girls -- your turn's coming!"

    I groaned as Melannie entered me, and moaned as she began her strokes. She held me by my hips as she drove the monster deeper and deeper, filling me beyond my sense of my own capacity, and the pommel strained and creaked with the rhythm of her thrusts. I lost all sense of anything but Melannie's pile-driving force, and my whole being seemed to merge with the motion. If I could have spread myself wider I would have ... had I not been bound, I would have welcomed Melannie's forward strokes with backward strokes of my own ... tears rained freely from my eyes and it was not possible to tell whether they were tears of outrage, or tears of joy. Lost to the reaming swing of the strap-on's relentless assault, I became enslaved so willingly and wholeheartedly that when Melannie finally pulled the thing out of me and backed away, my core felt so abandoned that now my tears were most definitely those of one who had been cruelly rejected. I was morose and abject and the cool air upon my uncovered and wounded and now-gaping asshole came as a soothing kiss that I did not welcome.

    When Melannie started in again with the switch, I was glad. Instantly, outrageous pain replaced that kiss of cool air and I felt my anus resume its pucker in self-protective cowering ... by force of will, I made my ass relax so that the hot pain of Melannie's blows could penetrate deeper into my being. 

    "This guy's one helluva prize -- best ass in two states! Yeah, he's hotter'n a furnace -- almost makes me wish I had a real cock between my legs, just to feel his hot ass burning on it ... he's fired up, girls! Who wants some?!!"

 They came at me again and again, Melannie, Betty, Marilyn, even old Aunt Em got a turn ... after what seemed like hours, Em unbound my ankles and wrists and I slid exhausted to the floor. My poor asshole was so numb that I hardly felt it when Em inserted the butt plug. She spread a soothing cream on my bruised and aching asscheeks and then she took hold of the chord that bound my cock and balls and she led me up out of the recess.

    I became the fourth man hung from restraints on the wall. When she took the chord off my privates, my prick immediately dropped into softness. My bruised balls hung low and fat from my belly as I sagged and slipped helplessly into unconsciousness. I dreamed I was belly-dancing, hung there in my restraints, that my swollen cock was spurting with uncontrollable vigor and that there was a great and relentlessly churning turmoil deep in my bowels. Then I awakened and saw a naked man on his knees before me. He held my cock in his hand, and my cock was indeed spurting, aimed into a pan he held in his other hand! A round of applause echoed through the room and I glanced up in alarm ... a crowd of women had turned in our direction, a raucous, clapping coven of them, their large strong bodies naked in their chairs. Auntie held her remote in hand, pointed at me!

* * * * *

    On a damp early Spring afternoon several days later I strolled entranced, the gray light of that cool day glancing starkly off wet pavements. I was no longer sore in every muscle, no longer so totally exhausted. Sounds of workday traffic whisking by were almost soothing to my ears. I was strangely at peace with the world.  Melannie had brought me to a small efficiency on the second floor of a nondescript building around the corner from Secrets. She said I could remain till I got my strength and wits back, but then I was to return to Secrets. Although my strength and some of my wits had indeed returned, it was evident I was no longer my own man. 

    I had never been in Secrets this early. There were no customers. Except for the lights behind the bar, the club was dark. Taking a seat midway down the bar, I sat at once poised and relaxed, entirely at home. With nothing more pressing on my agenda, I began a slow inventory of my condition.

    Although my body no longer seemed my own, I was yet more intimate with it now than I had ever been. I knew so much more where its deepest resonance resided, and I knew so much more about how much it could tolerate. On the wall at Melannie's Playhouse I'd been taught secrets about myself that I now sat in Secrets pondering.

    I knew pain was as stimulating to me as pleasure, and that my appetite for pain was thoroughgoing ... I knew humiliation was as much a pleasure to me as orgasm, and that the combination of pain and humiliation could cause long and complicated transports that turned me delirious with their ongoing complexities ... I knew that mere ejaculation was but one of many possible sexual delights available to me now.

    My body was more strangely responsive than I had ever imagined, and there were women in this world who were fierce teachers of that very mystery. Secrets was one place where such women came, and the instruction of promising acolytes such as myself was one of their principal activities. The days and nights on the wall up at Melannie's Playhouse were my finishing school, and now I was back in Secrets, ready for what came next.

    At last a barmaid appeared, an older lady, short and substantial. She reminded me a bit of Aunt Em from up at the Playhouse, although this lady's eyes were not that cold. Nor was her husky body so gross seeming -- she was clearly more at home in her abundant flesh, warmer and more relaxed. I liked her immediately.

    "You would be, let me see -- Ra's Elf?" She reached across the bar and took my hand. "I'm Doris. Melannie told me you'd be in eventually." Her grip was firm and friendly, like her voice. "What'll it be?"

    I bent to Doris' hand and kissed it, watching her eyes as I did so.

    She was amused, but there was no hint of contempt ... "Do you know how I recognized you, Ra's Elf," she asked. "When Melannie said you'd be in eventually, she said I would recognize you because you would look like a man who had come home from far, far away -- and that's exactly what you look like! Welcome home."

    "You are so very kind, Doris. Could I have a beer?"

    "No, you cannot, my friend. I asked because I'm a creature of habit and I always ask, but I've been told that you must now drink Courvoisier, that you must sip the cognac slowly, and that as long as you sip it slowly, it will be on the house. Melannie wants you to be our Friendly Man, but she insists that Secrets new Friendly Man show class. No more beer for Ra's Elf." Doris grinned at me, then turned to fetch my new drink.

    When I sipped the cognac its warmth touched me in all my new awareness. like an intimate caress it radiated within me, complimenting my sense of peace while at the same time ever so lightly asking after my zones of arousal. I could feel a tingling tease in my flesh, and the pleasure was most welcome.

    "That didn't take long," Doris noted, after I had had but a single sip. "I can always tell a new convert ... your eyes are wet, but happy."

    She went back to wherever she had emerged from, leaving me to my thoughts. I could hear a radio dimly in the back somewhere, tuned to KNOP, the jazz station, and it dawned on me how utterly different Secrets was at this time of day, like a waiting chapel, and I felt very elegant with my cognac, all alone in what I now imagined as the Chapel of Knowing Women ... I was their Friendly Man sipping, an instrument for their enjoyment whenever they should choose to appear. The role was absolutely splendid, I decided.

    When Doris reappeared, she had changed clothes. Although a beefy woman, she certainly knew how to catch a Friendly Man's eye ... I liked the cleavage, I particularly liked the wide hips and how they filled her snug dark slacks, and when she winked at me I wondered how long it would be before we became better acquainted.

    "Maybe you'd better go see Melannie now," Doris grinned. "She's in the back ... just follow the sound of the radio, and hey -- take your cognac with you."

    Melannie's office entrance might have been in the back, the last door past the restrooms, but the office itself fit in the center of the back of the club. It was a large room, its entire back half separated off by a floor length curtain. Along three of the walls were two-way mirrors, from which Melannie could keep tabs on the stage, the bar proper, and both restrooms.

    "How's your health, sport?" she asked. Melannie was seated at a desk, wearing a robe. Nothing Melannie did surprised me. Her state of near undress interested me simply because I expected nothing less than that she would appear in whatever fashion she chose, which made me wonder where it all would lead.

    "I feel real good today, Melannie. And thank you for the cognac ... "

    "Take your clothes off, Friendly Man ... I want to see how the bruises and lacerations are doing."

    Standing there naked while Melannie walked around me seemed wholly appropriate and perfectly correct. I was, it dawned on me then, whatever Melannie decided I was. I would be only too happy to do whatever she demanded. I would stand naked in her office for hours on end, if that is what she required.

    "There's still a lot that shows. You took an enormous amount of abuse, and you took it well ... my phone's been ringing off the hook. Everybody wants to know what I'm going to do with you! You're the talk of the town, Ra's Elf, or at least of that part of the town that frequents my Playhouse. All the gals think you're just the kind of lovely, long-lasting slut the joint needs. Imagine their disappointment when I let 'em know I had other plans for you!"

    Melannie ran her hands simultaneously very slowly down from my neck, one hand down my front, the other down my back. My nipples were still terribly sensitive, and as her front hand moved along I shuddered involuntarily, my nipples stiffening immediately. Her other hand traced down my spine, which began to arch in a similar involuntary reaction. I could feel my male organ beginning to swell and I closed my eyes.

    "Everything seems to be working," she murmured, stepping behind me. Both of her hands palmed my buttocks and I felt the swelling of my cock assume a full blown erection. When she inserted a finger, I moaned softly. My sphincter caressed her finger, but did not resist it. "I'm not going to fuck you, Ra's Elf, even though I can tell you want me to fuck you ... you want it very badly, don't you?"

    "It's true," I whispered, my breath already shallow and rapid. I moaned again as she removed her finger.

    "I'm just checking you out, sport. Now get on your knees ... can you still give Mommy deep ass worship, sweetie?"

    Placing her hands on her desk and leaning her weight there, Melannie spread her legs. Leaning into her, I pressed the flat of my tongue squarely onto her anus, and then began testing it, pushing my tongue's tip in. Melannie's anal ring relaxed in welcome and my my tongue slid deeply and easily up into the butter of her rectum.

    With my now burning face buried in her ass, I was still able to hear Melannie when she spoke into the intercom: "Doris, please come in here, I need you ... now!" Melannie had begun to respond to my worship, breathing harder.

    "Take down your slacks and panties," Melannie said to Doris as Doris entered the office, "and come over here and lean on my desk with your legs spread. Ra's Elf wants to introduce himself properly!"

    Still naked on my knees, I maneuvered myself behind the much larger hindquarters of the friendly barmaid. The deep crease between Doris' cheeks enveloped me as I pressed my face into them, my tongue fully extended to probe into her. At first her ass was tight and I had to lick in rapid little patterns all around the ring, loosening her up.

    When I'd try to press into her, her sphincter would resist, so I would go back to rapidly licking in wet circles ... over and over I tried to gain entrance, until suddenly Doris gave in and her anus totally relaxed and my tongue slid up into her in a rush. I curled my tongue around on the inside of her slackened ring, and began to slide it in and out, tongue-fucking her asshole. Doris responded by alternately tightening and relaxing on my tongue, fucking me back, milking my tongue with her anus. I could tell Doris was reaching climax when her butt reared back on my face and her anus went completely slack, my tongue so fully up in her that I could not get any deeper ... her asshole began spasming, clenching my tongue one second, going completely slack the next ... I could hear her gasping.

    "What're you guys doing, falling in love!?" Melannie barked, pulling my face out from Doris' ass. "If I wanted 'From Here To Eternity' I'd have rented it! Get those pants back on, Doris!"

    Doris and I then stood side by side in front of Melannie's desk, me still nude, my cock fully extended, her now dressed and ready to go back to work behind the bar. A welcome ache was beginning to build in my balls.

    "He's good, ain't he, Doris? Got a tongue like a bitch, I swear. And he can do that for days! I watched him worship ass after ass, take on gal after gal, over and over, and he got 'em all off! Then he did 'em over and over again! Hell, and if you want to fuck him in his ass, he does that, too! He loves it! And takes beatings! Loves that, too! The man's perfect, and that's the truth. How'd it feel?"

    "It was ... well ... it was awful good, Melannie! Can't say as how I've ever had a guy get me off that fast ... he's got a gift, I guess," Doris stammered, smiling with disconcerting shyness over at me.

    "Yeah, there ain't nothing like having a well-trained gentle man's long fat tongue tickling and probing into your asshole -- it's a ride we all like to take -- so many gals need to sit on their men, need to tame and deflower their cocky pride, so that when the man they get to sit on craves to please, to be sat on in that greasy suffocating way, and then the guy turns out to be as hungry for tasting asshole humiliation as our boy here is -- well, Doris, don't y'just know it -- those pent-up ladies will pay cash money for some great ass worship! It's a special thrill and they all want it, and they should all get it! Oh, this guy's gonna do wonders for our afternoon trade, you just watch! Now go on back behind the bar, honey, while I tell Ra's Elf what all I've got in mind for him and his thoroughly tongue-untied talent."

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