The Club
Before the narrator could speak, all the underage viewers (according to their country) were suddenly thrust upon magic mattresses and flown away to somewhere else. Like Google. After that, the narrator cleared his throat and began.
The Club
by ArosLion
The Club was a place where the men went to enjoy themselves.
It was on the edge of the city, in a small unmarked building that blended with those around it. Few noticed the men who entered it, and they never spoke of it because of the large sum they received monthly for keeping quiet. The men that visited the club nearly always entered with a suit or at least a shirt and tie, some coming in once, twice, or even three times a week. Each man had both money and power, which bred influence in the community. There was no single owner of the club, but rather a committee, like all of the prominent corporations and government groups.
The interior of the club was rather spacious and had an exotic feel about it. Deep, luxurious colors blended with low lighting kept the main room somewhat mysterious to the members. Comfortable chairs circled the stage, which extended to the center of the room, where a small circular portion could be viewed from nearly any angle. It was there that the men usually had their eyes fixed. It was where the females showcased themselves.
After a short time each night, the doors were locked and the men decided amongst themselves which of them would spend time with selected females. Then they would split into their groups and enjoy themselves in private rooms. Once the men were completely spent, the women returned to the back and the men cleaned themselves up in the luxurious restroom before exiting.
That was the process, and no one questioned it. But word leaked after eight years since the club first began operation. There was an outrage. The press were stopped before it could reach the public, but the city government knew they needed to end the abuse.
And so, City Ordinance 7835749 was passed, forbidding women to be employed to be "viewed or experienced" by their body alone, as well as the exchange of money to "view or experience" a woman's body.
The club closed its doors, and the committee held a meeting to decide its future. One member suggested challenging the law. It did after all make many people jobless. They all knew it wouldn't work, though. No member was willing to risk their career for the club. Another suggested illegal operation, being more careful about being seen entering and exiting. Surely those who lived nearby would report what they saw now that their monthly bonus ceased.
There was one more option, a large tiger suggested. It merely required some adaptation. But the rest would not hear it. They would not stand for such comments. And with a bow, the man decidedly resigned from the committee, convinced his option was the best.
The building that held the club went on sale, and the tiger had an associate purchase it for him, reimbursing the associate and asking him to visit in two months' time. The new owner quickly went to work on the interior of the club. The main room was reduced in area, adding an outer hallway that circled the main room and was locked with only one key, held by the tiger. At various places in the hallway, the owner drilled small holes in the walls, about a dozen in total. He also added one for ever private room.
A week later, he purchased a video editing suite from a computer store and then two dozen strange apparatuses, as well as an order from a scientific chemical website.
Just 7 days shy of his projected grand reopening, the owner sent an e-mail to former customers informing them of the date. He was unsure how many would return, but he was confident that there would be some.
The reopening was rather opulent, expensive champagne at the entrance and excellent service for returning members. Young, smiling men would serve them drinks and appetizers the minutes before the owner took the stage and explained the changes. For they knew there would be changes, as the stage itself was modified, the walkway from the main section to the center was removed, only a slight bulge in the center remaining.
The owner walked on stage and gave them all an enthusiastic explanation, telling them this would be the best place to experience erotic film together as a group, ensuring them that the film would keep their attention, and there would not be an awkward moment between them. The audience felt this was a mediocre restructuring of the club, but they had been impressed with the service, so all of them kept their seat.
The film was rather artistic for pornography, keeping them interested and aroused at the same time. None of them noticed the slight hissing of the apparatuses at the dozen holes in the walls. None of them noticed the frames that lasted thousandths of a second giving them instruction. What they did notice was a rush like no other. They all felt ashamed of their bodies, thinking they must spend more time toning them, fixing them. They knew that they would have to exercise more and look more like the man in the film, who they found somewhat attractive from their point of view.
After the film was over, the members were impressed and told the owner that they would return the next day as they left. The tiger simply smiled and went to work on the next video after they had gone.
The month that followed slowly trained the members, both physically and mentally, making them more open to watching films more focused on the man and even a few films on threesomes involving two men. The members also came to the club much more fit and satisfied with their appearance. It became a reward to compare themselves to the men in the videos. The pheromones piped in from the hallway at certain times had made them as excited about the men in the video as the women, moreso for some.
It was on the 28th night of operation that the owner decided to put the final phase in effect. He welcomed them all once again, each member's devotion to shaping their body was clearly showing. He had them seated and began the film, the first to feature only males. It was hardly a jump, the most recent had been about a woman who could only masturbate while watching men together.
The members cheered when they saw the first scene, smiling to each other as they slumped in their chairs, some reaching into their pants. The owner eyed the newest member before the club first shut down. The wolf was the most defiant, promoted to his position of power because his attitude and his sacrifices for his company. Still, he'd showed the same behavior as the others, and kept himself nicely toned, though he was resistant to the mental conditioning.
The tiger slowly approached the young one and whispered into his ear, asking him to meet him in one of the private rooms in five minutes. The young one nodded in affirmation, even though the owner knew that he would agree. If the owner could overpower this one, the rest would be no effort at all.
300 seconds later, the young one knocked at the door of the private room most secluded from the main area. The door opened slowly, revealing the owner to be sitting in a large chair facing away from the door. As soon as the young one entered, the door closed behind him. The room itself was dimly lit, and the dark walls only served to hinder the young one's view of the chair.
The owner told him politely to take off his clothes. The young one nearly turned around and left, but something comfortingly told him it'd be all right, and he complied, quickly exposing his toned, nude body.
The owner said to approach him. The wolf walked toward the chair and moved around it to see the owner fully. He was fully nude as well, his body glorious in the dim light reflecting off of him. There was one major difference between him and the younger one: the presence of his throbbing tigerhood.
Not to say that the wolf was lacking that, or that it was anything but growing at the sight of the owner. It was the way he sat, hands comfortably at rest to the side, the powerful, throbbing phallus between his legs waiting to be serviced.
And the owner said what the wolf was waiting to hear since his eyes first saw that beautiful member.
"Suck."
With that command, the young one sank to his knees and moved in front of the owner, his face inches from that powerful shaft, his own pulsing between his legs. He leaned forward and licked it from base to tip, a surge of pleasure rushing through his body at the taste and the feeling of obeying the command.
He took the shaft into his mouth and started to shallowly bob back and forth on it, placing his hands at the base of the tiger's member. After a few strokes, he took it out of his mouth and let his tongue circle the head. It was amazing to do this to the owner, to feel the rush, to serve like this. He snuck a hand down to his own shaft and began to stroke himself, moaning on the member in his mouth.
His other hand moved to the owner's sac, gently groping and fondling them with a sense of wonderment. They were warm, and fun to let slip through the fingers, and caress with his fingertips. He even cupped the balls against the owner's body, eliciting a loud groan from the older one.
He felt the sweet taste of pre in his mouth, something new and delicious. A nice concoction of flavor that made him only desire more. He bobbed back and forth with more gusto and felt more pre fall onto his tongue, making him satisfied with his reward.
A few more grunts came from the owner, and more pre escaped the member. Just as he felt himself move past the point of no return for his own shaft, the one that the younger was servicing erupted in his mouth, spraying a warm, sticky load into him. It was not as nicely tasting as the pre, but he didn't care when he felt his own orgasm cause him to spurt his seed onto the floor of the room.
And the young one merely rested there, weak from his own orgasm, his mouth still attached to the shaft of the owner, who gently lifted him away from his crotch. The tiger told the other to sit in the chair and rest for a job well done as he put his normal attire for the night back on and headed back to the main room.
It was only about ten minutes into the film, which was purposely short for the evening at fifteen minutes long. But it featured no story or even names of the characters, just men meeting and kissing and letting it escalate into sex.
By the end of the fifteen minutes, all the men of the club had seen most basic homosexual acts and none of them were able to keep their hands anywhere but their respective crotches. The owner took the stage, cutting off the film's short credits, and told them that the doors were locked, and the film was over. They were free to enjoy themselves for the next half hour.
Then he repeated the same word that he said to the youngest one.
The more receptive ones immediately moved from their chairs, looking about the rest of them for shafts that needed service. It wasn't long before each of the less receptive members had someone kneeling before them, their minds clouded by the pleasure, with everyone inhaling the pheromones and hearing the subliminal messages increasing the sexual fog.
They each came at different times, and when each was done, whichever side they were on, the owner told them all to switch, which they did. And by the end of the half hour in which the doors were locked, each man was floating in a wonderful afterglow, and the owner took the stage again, softly feeding them suggestions, and confirming what he knew was already true.
The club began to recruit more members, and soon expanded into the run-down Chinese restaurant next door. It only took the owner of the restaurant two visits to agree. The owner of the club soon made back on his investment, and began holding private parties for his favorite customers.
All the time, the club kept in line with City Ordinance 7835749. No women were shown or "experienced" for their bodies. Each member was content with being an adonis for their age and spending time with others of his kind, whether it was serving them or being serviced. And no man spent too much time with one side. And no member ever missed a club meeting.
The Club is a place where the men go to enjoy themselves.