Extreme show for a select group of ladies
I don't normally go in for voyeurism but I rently attended
a private show event that afterwards left me deeply affected
and now I want to tell other people to see what they think.
It all satrted when I was looking through the personal ads
section of a website I use and noticed a small four-line
ad which simply said "Male Masturbation Show - well
endowed guy will perform for a select group of ladies".
Well, anyway, I sent my name and a few details
to the anonymous address given and thought that I'd
hear no more but a few weeks later a plain manilla envelope
arrived with a formal invitation and directions to the
apartment where it would all take place. I was a bit worried
at first by the idea that I would be expected to contribute
to the show but when I read what I had to do, I felt that it was
something that I'd be prepared to do in discreet company.
The letter also warned that the show would contain extreme
acts and would involve a certain amount of blood-letting.
I guess I was excited and repelled in equal measure by the
warnings but the overall effect was to make me more determined
that I would attend.
On the night in question, I arrived a bit early and was let
into the flat by a slim-built athletic looking man who
looked to be in his mid thirties. He was wearing a pristine
white towelling bath robe. He introduced himself simply
as M and showed me where I was to sit. The room had been cleared
of all furniture apart from the five plain wooden chairs
for his audience and a layer of heavy-duty plastic taped
over the carpet in the remainder of the room.
Two of the other women were there already and the remaining
two arrived a few minutes later. I think we were all looking
a little aprehensive so M explained that the door to outside
would be unlocked and that we were free to
leave at any time if things got too much for us. He then gave
each of us a plastic box with a sealed lid and invited us one
by one to leave the room and prepare our contributions in
private. Once we had all returned and were sitting down
again he explained what would happen. The show would last
about forty-five minutes and would build to a climax when
he would release his semen over the plastic-covered area.
He asked us to to kindly remain in our seats and then pointed
a remote control at the stereo
and started the music.
Then in one move, he stepped out of his bathrobe to reveal
his slim milky-white body, almost totally without hair,
apart from a small triangle of well-trimmed pubes. His
penis was also totally shaven and in its softened state,
still coocooned in its lightly veined foreskin. Although
I had been expecting something like this, it was still a
shock and I realised I was already quite turned on by this
man's naked audacity. He had a large number of piercings
adorning his body but at this stage these did not seem that
significant.
He sat himself down cross-legged in the middle of the arena
and leaning forward slightly, drew the tray containing
the five plastic boxes towards him. He then explained what
each of them contained and I felt a slight flush of embarrassment
as he mentioned the cup-full of fresh piss that I'd
donated. From the first box he spooned out and ate a sticky
mess of banana pulp that had been thoroughly chewed and
then spat out by one of our number. As he savoured each mouthful,
I became aware that his member was stiffening and the pink
head of his penis was just beginning to emerge from his foreskin.
The next box contained a used condom from one our group's
boyfriends, the contents of which he drank, again with
much relish. The third contained a pale brown turd. He assured
us that it was fresh and warm as he separated a small morsel
with the spoon, lifted it to his mouth and then popped it
inside, running it around with his tongue to fully savour
its essenses. At this point the woman seated to my right
gave a short gasp, leaving us in doubt as to who had produced
the tasty pooh. As I watched, I felt a slight tug of nausea
in the pit of my stomach but I could also feel myself becoming
pleasantly wet at the same time. He told us he would leave
the turd box open so that we could all enjoy its heady aroma.
The fourth box contained a bloody tampon and pad which he
briefly put to his mouth and then drew across his forehead
leaving a vertical red smear. And then at last he came to
my box. Lifting it to his nose, and sniffing slightly he
then put his mouth to edge of the box and
gulped down a couple of mouthfuls before raising the remainder
above his head and tipping it over himself. He then stood
again, and began running his hands over his entire body
and spreading the network of yellow trickles into an all-over
body sheen.
His penis was fully erect by now, its head glistening as
it swung from side to side. Then he lowered his left hand
to his balls and began to slowly massage them in a contemplative
way in time with the music. After a few minutes of this, a
heavy drip of clear fluid welled up on the tip of his manhood
and then started running down the underside of his shaft.
I was so totally engrossed in what he was doing with his cock
that for a short while I didn't notice that his other
hand had reached over to the tray and picked up two small
metal devices, which I realised must be some kind of clamps
as he attached them to his nipples and firmly tightened
them there. At this point the music changed to something
more rhythmic and African sounding and he began to sway
his upper body from side to side as his right reached down
and began to glide in hypnotic movements up, down and around
the trunk of his erection. And as the pace of the music picked
up further, he broke into what can only be described as a
dance, his three remaining limbs somehow perfectly coordinated
with the sensuous movements of his right hand. From time
to time, he opened up his right hand to use the palm in swivelling
motion on the uppermost part of his cock head, and as he did
this his head gyrated in what almost seemed like and epileptic
frenzy.
Other parts of the dance were almost acrobatic as he arched
his back and flipped right over, all the time his erection
standing proud of his flat well-toned middle. I was so wet
by now that I could feel the juices had worked their way out
of my panties and were beginning to
trickle down my inner thigh. I also felt a little nervy flutteriness
in my stomach and chest and hotness in my face. Occasional
glances at the other spectators told me that they were probably
having similar experiences as they all looked flushed
and totally engrossed in the action.
Then , all at once the music changed to something slower
and quieter again and he spoke to us again but this time his
voice sounded thick and gutteral as though his brain was
having trouble forming the words. He asked all of us to agree
to hold onto strings that were tied to his body
and to not let go when he began to tug on them. We all nodded
our agreement and were each handed a tight padded glove,
which we were told to put on and then form a fist. The strings
were attached to the gloves and ran across the room towards
M's blushing, sweat-soaked body.Sitting expectantly
watching him as he backed across the floor on his knees,
I could now see where the strings went and in a horrible instant,
it dawned on me what he was going to do. Each string led towards
the place where he was kneeling and was threaded through
several lines of wire-thin circular piercing rings that
ran up the entire length of his body to his shoulders. And
a a moment later, I heard
myself gasp as he raised himself up into a squatting position
and began rocking his body backwards and forwards, all
the time one hand stroking and maintaining his erection
as the strings gradually became tighter. Then in one single
fluid movement, he stood up sharply and
took three steps backwards allowing the strings to tighten
and rip all the rings out of his body in one go.
I think I must have closed my eyes for a second but when i opened
them he was still standing there exactly the same as before,
seemingly unhurt but only a second later, the blood started.
At about forty points, dotted across his torso, large round
drops of dark red blood welled up before streaking downwards
across his skin. And then all at once he started the frenzied
dance from before but
this time running his hands over his body and in the process
smearing every inch with a glistening mixture of his blood,
sweat and what remained of my piss. As my heart continued
pounding in my chest, I was aware that my breathing had quickened
and trickles of sweat were
running down my face and from my armpits and of course my
panties were completely soaked. And as I was thinking this,
I could see that his movements were getting more jerky now
and a single whiff of pheremonal sweat from M told me that
he was on the point of coming.
Then just at the last minute, as he lowered himself to his
knees and began twitching, I was shocked to see the woman
from the end of the row stand up abruptly, throw off her coat
to reveal her naked body underneath and then rush forward
in time to catch several full jets of semen as he twisted
round to aim at where she was kneeling in front of him. I saw
one glob land on her belly just above her navel and then trickle
down towards her pubic region. I have to admit to feeling
a little jealous as she reached down, scooped some off her
front and licked it off her hand.
When M's cock had finished its pumping, he collapsed
onto the floor on his back and lay there with a contented
smile on his face.
He cleared his throat a little and then said "I would
be grateful if you all left now." And that was the last
thing we heard him say. All the other women looked flushed
and a little shaken as they stood to go. I was last and as I
got up and turned to the door, I noticed a puddle under the
chair next to me. I guess my neighbour had been even more
affected than I was.
I never heard of M again and although I continue to take the
same newspaper where I first saw his ad, I have never seen
another one like it.
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