The Club Pt. 05

The device, whatever it was, seemed to be tapered and the more that slipped inside, the wider it became. Janet worked it in to the point where Charles thought he couldn't take any more, held it there, and then let it slowly retract. This was repeated over and over and each time the object slid in a little farther. A long, steady push advanced the object more than any of the others had, but this time Janet kept up the pressure. Charles felt like he would be split if it went in any deeper and was thinking about using his safe word when Janet gave a final shove. Charles yelled as the object slid past the ring of muscle and then narrowed down once more. It no longer hurt, but left him feeling incredibly full. He decided he liked the feeling.

Charles became aware of sounds coming from the other two men and as he glanced around he saw the Barb and Liz were each working on their man's ass. Janet let her fingers lightly stroke his hard cock. "How's that feel, Lover?" she asked.

"Actually pretty good," Charles answered, surprised at his own feelings. It hurt like hell going in, but now it doesn't really hurt at all. What is it?"

"Just a small butt plug," Janet replied. "I'm sure you'll take larger ones before the weekend is over." Charles didn't know if he should feel anticipation or fear, but thought the former was winning.

Janet went to the wall and released the pulley rope holding his arms stretched. She let the bar separating them lower to his waist level and Charles settled gratefully back down on his feet. Janet unhooked his wrist cuffs from the bar ends and refastened them together in front of him. Next she removed the nipple clamps, bringing a new wave of pain, and unhooked each of his ankles.

As the blood began returning to his stressed limbs, Janet led him over to where there were two low benches. To Charles these looked like the benches from a picnic table which had been covered in some padded, leather-like material, and that is exactly what they were. Janet had him spread his legs slightly and place one on either side of the bench near one end. He was standing with his back towards the long part of the bench and Janet pushed him slightly so that he sat down. As his weight came onto the bench, the plug in his rear was pressed even deeper and Charles sucked in his breath. "Now lie back," he was instructed. This relieved the pressure slightly, but the shaft was still being pressed inward. Janet proceeded to tie his ankle cuffs to the floor and then stretched his arms above his head. She separated his wrists and pulled each down to be tied taut to floor rings on either side of the bench. This left him face up, the bench pressing the plug into his ass, and his arms and legs spread and pulled tight.

Liz was tying Rick in a similar position on another bench about three feet away. From the corner of his eye Charles could see Barb tying James spreadeagle to an X shaped frame along one side of the wall. Janet reached over and picked up something. She held it up and Charles eyes went wide as he looked at a long feather. Seconds later he exploded into uncontrollable laughter as the feather lightly traced over his bare body. The torment continued until Charles thought he would pass out. His muscles strained against his bonds and he discovered that not only was he tightly bound to the bench, but the bench was anchored to the floor so it couldn't turn over.

Finally Janet stopped the tickling. Charles was just getting his breath back when he saw that Janet had picked up a cat. The contrast of the sharp sting of the lashes to the earlier tickling made them even more effective. For the next half hour Liz and Janet alternated whipping and tickling. Barb seemed to be doing the same sort of things to James, but Charles couldn't see and was too occupied himself to worry about it. Liz and Janet switched places several times, sometimes standing astride the bound men and letting their bare legs rub against their captives. Finally, in a haze, Charles heard Janet say, "I don't think I can wait much longer."

Liz answered, "Me either. Let's do it."

Janet and Liz each reached and pulled at their kilts and the sound of Velcro accompanied the garments sliding to the floor. Janet was standing astride Charles, facing him, and he saw that not only did she wear nothing else but the chain, but where he expected to see the patch of curly brown hair, there was only bare skin. He didn't have time to think about this change because Janet immediately lowered herself onto his hard cock, plunging all the way down and taking as much of him inside as possible. Charles lost all awareness of everything else as Janet ground her crotch into his and used her fingers to pinch and tug at his nipples. Both of them came almost together in a shrieking climax and Janet let herself drop down against the length of his body.

As his senses returned to more normal, Charles became aware that Liz and Rick were fast approaching their own orgasms. The sound of leather on flesh indicated that James was still engaged in less pleasurable activities. Janet lay still impaled on his shaft for a long time as Liz and Rick exploded in their own release and Barb began to untie James to get him in a better position for her own satisfaction.

Janet moved Charles to the X frame while Barb bound James where Charles had just been, on the bench. Janet and Liz both continued to tease their bound boyfriends while Barb first had James eat her to two orgasms before finally riding him to a screaming climax.

When everyone had calmed down, Liz suggested, "Before lunch, why don't we see that these guys get some exercise?" This was met with enthusiasm from the other two girls and soon the men, with their hands bound behind them once more, were led out of the building onto the grass area by its side.

"OK, you guys," Liz began, "we don't want you going soft." This was met with giggles from the other two girls and Liz dissolved into spasms of laughter herself. When she regained control she began again, "Well, maybe that wasn't the right word. Or maybe it was. Anyway, We think you need some exercises. So we'll begin with some jumping jacks. Shall we get them ready, girls?"

Each of the women moved to her boyfriend. Janet instructed Charles to spread his legs. She then produced the small leather parachute Liz had made and tied it snugly around Charles' testicles. She added a three ounce lead weight to hang from it. Then she brought out two nipple clamps. Charles watched as she rolled and tweaked his nipples into hardness and then snapped a clamp on each. She again added a small weight to each. Charles was just beginning to realize what these additions would do to jumping jacks when Janet unfastened his wrists and used the end of her cat to prod him over alongside Rick and James, who were both similarity adorned with clamps and weights.

"I think about thirty sets should do it," Liz said, and began to count. The men were slightly slow to start and all three women spurred them on with the cats. As they jumped the effects of the weights and clamps were obvious. And even though Charles had anticipated what jumping with them would be like, he found that the reality was even more intense. In fact it produced an entirely new set of sensations. The swinging weights seemed to jump back and forth and produce pains in a variety of directions. He tried to keep up but would often hesitate or slow and Janet, or one of the other girls, would remind him with the leather lashes. The three women moved around and all corrected each of the men.

"All right now some sit-ups," Barb called, and once more the men were forced to begin. These were followed by several more exercises until at last, with their hands once more bound behind them, Janet instructed them to run in place. The three supervised with the whips and kept the men hard at it for five minutes. Throughout all of the exercises the weights and clamps continued to induce small surprising pains and other interesting sensations. In addition, exercising with the butt plugs imbedded in their rectums created even more unusual feelings.

By the end of the exercises the men were all happy to have the clamps removed even if the removal meant increased pain as blood flowed once more into the abused regions. They were also all sporting hard-ons once again. "Down on you backs, Pledges," Barb called. The six had weeks earlier discussed likes and dislikes and all agreed that they had no interest in humiliation. It had been agreed that the only derisive terms allowed during initiation would be "Pledge" or "Slave." Even the use of the term slave had been questioned quite a bit as no one was interested in a real master-slave relationship. But it was finally realized that when used no one took it to mean actual slavery, sexual or otherwise. Other terms allowed would include captive and victim. The term "torture" was agreed to be OK, but understood to mean something entirely different from the actual meaning of the word.

When the men were all lying on their backs the women once again stripped off their kilts and knelt astride them. Each man found a wet, hairless pussy against his lips and none needed any encouragement to begin to satisfy it. The women were equally excited themselves and came at least twice each before turning around and sucking the men to orgasm themselves.

Afterwards the women once more donned their kilts and soon had the men standing beneath a large branch of one of the old oak trees in the area. Ropes were attached to their wrist cuffs and tossed over the branch. The slack was taken out so that the men could stand with their feet on the ground, but just barely. "Just hang around here," Barb said. "We'll bring you something to eat." With this the three women headed towards the house.

"Hell of an initiation, isn't it?" Rick said. When the other two agreed he went on, "But remember we get to initiate them next week. I'm sure we can come up with some really good stuff ourselves."

"Definitely!" Charles said. "But I have to admit that so far this had been awfully hot. I can't believe we've only been at this a few hours and look at all the stuff they've done to us. I don't know about you, but I've loved every bit of it."

"Oh, I agree with that," James replied. "I am a little surprised I've been able to come as many times as I have this close together, but everything is so hot. I just wonder how well we'll hold up through the next day and a half. Oh, well, it'll sure be fun finding out."

"Have either of you got any idea what they might be planning with these plugs? I'll admit that having my ass stuffed is pretty hot, but are they planning something else?" Rick asked.

"Janet did say that these are the small plugs," Charles answered. "And she said that she was sure we'd take larger ones before the weekend is over."

"If these are the small ones," James said, "I wonder what the big ones are like. I mean this one hurt like hell going in. It does feel pretty good now, but I'm not sure how much of a bigger one I can take."

"No kidding," Rick agreed. "This one is bigger than anything Liz and I have played with."

"That's not exactly true," Charles said. "I mean it's probably bigger than anything she put in you - I know it's bigger than anything Janet's used on me - but I've seen your cock and you've had that up her ass, haven't you?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Maybe women can relax better."

Then James put in, "Or maybe we'll find that we can stretch a little, too. If they're going to use bigger ones, I certainly hope so."

"Well," Charles said, "I guess we'll face that when the time comes. Or maybe face isn't the right verb." The three of them all laughed and then Charles said, "I see they're coming back. I hope we don't have to eat hanging like this."

They didn't. The girls released them and allowed them to sit on the grass covered ground. They did spread the men's legs a couple of feet and tie them to stakes in the ground. "So we can keep the interesting parts of you in view," was the way Liz put it.

Lunch was some sandwiches and fresh vegetables along with orange juice to drink. When everyone was finished, Janet said, "I think maybe we need some time to let the food digest. Maybe we can get in a little sunbathing."

They untied the men's legs and everyone moved over to a sunny section of the grass. Once there they men were tied spread-eagled on their backs. The girls removed their kilts once again and lay down next to their boyfriends. For the next hour everyone relaxed and drifted in and out of sleep. Occasionally the girls would tease and play with the men, but they never went further than getting them excited, always quitting to leave the men frustrated.

The men were released and everyone went back into the clubhouse building to make bathroom stops. When they returned, minus the butt plugs, all three of the men felt both relieved and somehow also very empty. Charles couldn't decide if it felt good to be free of the object or not.

The afternoon was spent in additional games and the three men were subjected to a variety of torments. They were once again tied spread-eagled and had hot candle wax dripped all over their bare bodies. They were tied facing the trunks and rough bark of the trees as they were flogged with the cats. They learned the taste of the three different riding crops the women had as well as the longer cat. They also became aware of the differences in the way each woman wielded the implements as all three girls helped in the discipline for each of them. They were tightly bound in a variety of positions and tickled and tormented by all three of the girls. The only real sexual contacts, however, were with their own girlfriends.

Once during the afternoon Janet and Liz had been playing with Charles and Rick outside while Barb was doing something with James in what they were now calling the clubhouse. When Janet finally led Charles, his hands bound behind him, back inside, he heard James say, "Barb, I need a bathroom break."

This was followed by the slap of leather on flesh and a cry from James. The he heard Barb say, "I don't think I heard you right, Pledge."

James tried again. "Please, I need to go to the bathroom." This was answered by another whiplash and cry from James. Finally, almost desperately, he remembered and said, "Please, My Lady, I need a bathroom break."

"Well, certainly, as long as you asked," Barb responded and Charles saw James heading towards the bathroom in a hurried crouch. As he got closer he saw the cause of James' distress - and, he guessed, soon to be his own. A large enema bag was hanging from a ceiling chain above the end of the padded table and several large towels covered the area. Barb was just taking the bag down. She turned towards Janet and said, "I'm glad we got these. They're quite a bit of fun. I'm just cleaning this up and then I'll be taking James back outside, so feel free to try out yours."

"Oh, I intend to," Janet said. "I'm looking forward to it."

Charles wasn't so sure he was looking forward to it, but soon found himself with his legs spread and tied at the end of the table. Janet bent him forward along the length and tied his hands to the far corners. For a couple of minutes she then busied herself filling the large bag and preparing the equipment. Charles couldn't see exactly what she was doing, but guessed at most of it. Suddenly a finger, slick with lube, probed his anus and slipped inside. Instantly he became hard as Janet twisted and worked her finger in and out, spreading the slick substance all around. The finger withdrew and a second later one of the paddles descended on Charles' unprotected rear, bringing a loud cry. Three more strokes each wrung forth a noise, but also served to harden his already erect cock. Then he felt the plastic probing his rear opening and tried to relax and let it slip inside. As it was buried deeply inside he realized that this was not the small enema nozzle which was usually used for this purpose, but, he guessed, the large douche nozzle. Janet teased the plastic intruder in and out, putting pressure in interesting places. Then she gave him a slap on the ass and he suddenly felt hot liquid begin to fill him.

Janet let the hot water run slowly in, stopping a few times to allow him to get used to it. Charles was surprised that the feel of the enema flowing into him was actually turning him on more. But soon the full filling began to become uncomfortable. Janet encouraged him, "Just another pint, Lover. You've got two quarts inside now."

Charles tried to relax but the swelling in his lower belly was making that very hard. At last Janet shut off the flow and pulled the nozzle from his rear. "Now, just hold it for a minute," she told him and proceeded to play with his hard cock and swollen balls. It seemed much longer than a minute when she finally released him and said, "Go on and get emptied out. Then come back here."

Charles gratefully headed for the bathroom and was happy to see that at least he would be alone there. James had been taken back outside and Janet was letting him do his business in private. In a few minutes, empty and washed, he returned to see that Janet had refilled the enema bag and was waiting for him.

"Back in position," she instructed. "That one was just to clean you out. Now we can see if you can take a little bigger one. And hold it a while longer." Soon she had him retied once more and he felt the now familiar nozzle begin to slide inside. This time when Janet opened the valve she let the hot water rush in at first and once again Charles found he liked the sensation. Again she stopped and helped him to adapt before turning on the flow again. Finally when he thought he was as full as last time she said, "About another quart and a half, I think."

"I'm not sure I can take that much," Charles said. His answer was a sharp blow from the cat. He desperately tried and managed to clinch his cheeks, preventing any water from escaping. Remembering, he quickly added, "My Lady. My Lady."

Janet laughed and said, "Oh, I think you'll manage. We'll take it slow and easy." He found she was right as she alternated the liquid flow with teasing of his genitals. When the bag finally emptied and Janet removed the nozzle once more, Charles expected to be allowed to go back to the bathroom. Instead he felt the tip of some plastic device pressing against his anus. The slick plastic was slowly and steadily pushed forward and Charles soon discovered that it was a slightly larger version of the butt plug he had worn that morning. "That should help you to hold it for twenty minutes," Janet said.

Twenty minutes! Charles was certain he couldn't do that. The full feeling did feel kind of sexy, but soon a few cramps began. About that time Janet released him from the table, but quickly bound him on his back on one of the low benches. She then began to lick and suck his hard cock and tweak his nipples. Charles became even more aroused and soon was largely able to ignore the discomfort of the enema. Janet continued to excite and finally Charles exploded in her mouth. As soon as his climax ended, Charles became aware once more of the pressure within him. He was just about to decide that even the large plug couldn't hold everything inside when Janet released him and allowed him to scurry to the bathroom.

As Charles was coming back out, having cleaned up, he saw Rick being led inside, Liz directing him to the end of the table. They exchanged a look which said, "Wait and see what you're in for," and then Janet was taking him back outside again.

Instead of a large supper, they stopped twice for smaller quick meals. Sometime after one of these, Liz suggested, "Let's have a little race."

The other two agreed and soon the men found that the race would start with them swimming across the pond and back. They got the idea there would be more than that, but not what it would be. It was actually very warm and a swim didn't sound like a bad idea at all. The leather cuffs were removed to protect them and when instructed the three men dove in and started for the other side. When they came back it was Rick in the lead closely followed by James and Charles. As they got to the dock and started to get out, Liz said, "Just stay in the water a second. You've got the rest of the race left and you'll run that one at a time. We want you wet for it. Rick will go first, followed by James and then Charles."