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By *rgeo OP   Man
4 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Chapter One: Room One

“Well, I’m so glad you could make the time to visit this week. It will be a pleasure to show you how it all works. Would you like a drink before we begin?”

I politely refused the offer of a drink, keen to find out more about what was going on here.

“Come this way, please. Be careful. The steps down are a little steep.”

We descended a spiral staircase into the bowels of the house. The staircase led into a large circular hallway with a number of doors leading off it. Each door had a number above it, except the last door. I counted six doors in total. The hallway was brightly lit and smelt of fresh paint and new carpet.

I asked him directly if everyone I was going to see that morning was there of their own accord, were true volunteers, and were free to leave at any time.

“Absolutely. They are begging to be let in. But we only let in the best! You will see it for yourself.”

CNC is the current acronym. Consensual non-consent.

“And our aftercare will be first-class, I am sure of that.” He seemed very confident of himself but I was still not sure about the ethics of the whole operation.

“We may as well go straight on in. This first room is for the edging experience.”

He opened the door. It led into a dark and stuffy room. A scent of sweat and of something sweet yet sickly met my nostrils as I stepped inside. It made me feel a little queasy.

“They are all very quiet at the moment.” He looked at his watch. “Must be break time! We’ll have just given them all a little rest and a chance to take a drink of water or have a piss.”

It was 11am. The room was bathed in an orange glow. Apparently, the lighting changed with the times of the day.

Four naked young men were seated in a circle, facing outwards, unable to observe one another without turning their necks sharply. The man nearest the door looked up from his drink, smiled and nodded at us both.

“How’s it going, boys?” asked my host. There were some quick, positive responses.

He turned and whispered to me. “They won’t sound like that in an hour’s time.”

On the walls around the room were TV screens paused in the middle of playing various arousing scenes, each selection different.

“We have tailored the pornography very carefully for each of them. Of course, they all try to peep at each other’s screens to start with, to see if anyone is getting something better than they are. But it is early days. We are just experimenting with it.”

I asked him what time the day had begun for them.

“They have been here for an hour, just watching the porn. As you can see, their hands are free. They can masturbate if they wish.”

Although their hands were free, there were straps around their bodies which prevented them from getting up from their seats. One man was urinating into a bottle and a masked assistant was helping him.

“For the next stage, their hands will be tied down to their arm-rests. They won’t be able to move anything except their legs.” He grinned. “I do like to see them kicking out!” He took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his nose. “As the porn is going to be switched off, there is not really anything for them to look at by turning round.”

We had walked across the room, left by another door and were now watching what was happening from a corridor that ran round the back of all the rooms.

“This corridor is like a big circle. From here we can move and observe what is happening in each department.”

As we stood and watched, the masked assistant finished off tying the arms of each man down to his arm-rest.

“This is my favourite bit now. This equipment has cost us a fortune, but, by God, it does the trick. It saves having to rely on the human element.”

The masked assistant wheeled into place four small machines, about the size of a small suitcase, one for each naked man Each machine had a tube attached which was placed around their penises.

“A fortune, of course. But you’ll see how good they are. They monitor and control the whole thing so precisely.”

The lights in the room grew very bright as the assistant left to join us in the corridor. There was a small control panel built into the wall and he pressed a few buttons on the touch screen. The lights slowly dimmed and the TV screens simultaneously went blank. Slowly the room became pitch black. It was silent except for a slight humming from the four machines.

“Now we can stimulate them to within a millisecond of an orgasm and then stop it in its tracks. It is a delicious treat for the observer. But it makes them go mad. I’m sure if we gave them more than an hour’s worth their brains would melt to mush.”

We stayed there for the whole hour, until 12 o’clock and the next break, which was lunch. I knew that all the other rooms were going to be empty anyway. Whatever it was that lay behind doors 2 to 5 would wait as the week progressed. Everything this morning was taking place in Room 1, the Edging Room.

Nothing at all could be seen through the glass panel now. It was the sounds coming from the room that really mattered. First came the moans and groans of pleasure as they enjoyed the initial stages of stimulation. A few minutes later these were followed by those first urgent sounds that a man makes on approaching orgasm; and then came the cries of anger and disappointment as the machine played its game with them. This cycle repeated and repeated itself for the next hour. By then, the cries of anger were more like screams of pain. They were turned into howling animals, not men.

“After lunch, at twelve, those who want to leave can leave, though we expect them to come back tomorrow. Those who remain for this afternoon’s session will continue on to the next level where eventually they’ll be encouraged to play with one another. It’s like a Circle Jerk where the aim is not to come. My assistant sometimes joins in if the numbers drop. The lad who holds out the longest will be declared today’s winner. He’ll get his reward tomorrow when they all move on to Room 2.” He paused to blow his nose into a tissue. “Of course, getting a reward isn’t always the best thing for a man in a place like this. There is always going to be a sting in the tail, if I have anything to do with it.” He grinned again and invited me to step over to a trolley prepared with food and drink for their lunch.

I was ready for a drink. But not before I had made an excuse, found a restroom and relieved myself.

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By *raggyjackMan
4 days ago

Dublin

Awesome..... roll on Room 2

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By *rgeo OP   Man
4 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Room 2 tomorrow

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By *edro208Man
4 days ago

sheffield

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By *otwillyMan
4 days ago

Scunthorpe

Interesting story

Onwards with afternoon session

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By *rgeo OP   Man
4 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

The afternoon session was not witnessed by the observer and therefore not recorded by him either. The Circle Jerk therefore must play out in your imagination. You can probably do a better job of it than the author.

G

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By *om5699Man
4 days ago

Rayleigh

More please when you can.

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By *lasgow verse 60s guyMan
4 days ago

Glasgow

Interesting!

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By *ubandy84Man
4 days ago

Wakefield

Love this

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By *aleuk1965Man
4 days ago

newhall

Beautiful

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By *otwillyMan
4 days ago

Scunthorpe


"The afternoon session was not witnessed by the observer and therefore not recorded by him either. The Circle Jerk therefore must play out in your imagination. You can probably do a better job of it than the author.

G "

Shame, looking forward to Day 2

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By *kyluke69Man
4 days ago

Gravesend

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Chapter Two: Room Two

As arranged, I turned up the next day at 11am to see what was going on in Room 2. The same four men from yesterday morning were sitting on beanbags lying back and drinking from water bottles. They had been chatting to one another but they fell silent as I entered. They looked at me, smiled and nodded. They were all roughly the same age, around 25 to 30.

“Fellatio! That’s the theme of the day. We’ve been watching some videos of men and women all having a go at it. Quite stimulating! Memories, eh? What with the women and all.”

After the short break, a curtain along the far side of the room was pulled back to reveal a series of holes in the wall. There were eight holes altogether, placed at about waist height.

“So, Jack, you were yesterday’s winner, weren’t you? You get the honour of getting things going. Look!”

As he spoke, eight penises of varying shapes and sizes and in different states of arousal came into view through the holes in the wall. They were all neatly trimmed or shaved, except for one.

“Volunteers from the town,” he explained to me. “And all very willing, though we do also pay them for their time.”

Jack looked puzzled, unsure of his role in this.

“As a reward for being the very last man to ejaculate yesterday, you have the privilege of getting the first of these fine members of the community to stand to attention. You can start wherever you like. Take your pick!”

The three other men, quickly grasping the situation, started to laugh, mainly out of relief but also out of nervousness, none of them quite knowing what was in store for them later on.

Jack stood up and wandered over to the wall. Today the four young men were wearing shorts and T-shirts. There was no sign of any restraints or other machinery in the room. Jack knelt down and started to fondle a medium-sized penis with a heavy foreskin, which began to grow and stiffen as he stroked it.

“Good start, Jack, but you know what you have to do. We went over this earlier.”

Jack grimaced and yet also involuntarily licked his lips. He bent over and sniffed at the thing in front of him. He was so used to being on the receiving end of a blowjob that he felt most reluctant to begin.

“Don’t worry, Jack, they are all very clean, freshly showered, the whole lot. Carry on.”

Tentatively, Jack opened his mouth and took the end of the penis between his lips. It had now appeared from underneath its sheath. The three other men were totally silent, waiting to see what Jack would do.

Jack gagged.

“Would you like my assistant to force you, Jack? Would that help?” The masked assistant stepped forward, ready to play his part. Jack shook both his hands in the air to indicate he was going to proceed alone. “Well done, Jack. You never know, you may even be today’s winner too. Wouldn’t that be nice.”

Jack swore and cursed the manager under his breath. His pride then took over and he began to perform the fellatio as best he could.

“Watch very carefully, boys,” said the manager. “See if you can spot ways to improve things from watching Jack’s technique. It is your turn soon. You all have to bring two each to completion and swallow what comes out. You can have a drink of water after each one, don’t worry.”

By now, some of the other penisies were quite erect, obviously excited about what was happening in the room and what would soon be happening to them. I tried to imagine the ages of the men behind the wall but it was very difficult. Because they were nearly all clean-shaven around the pubic area, firmly erect they all looked to be of a similar vintage. Only the one with pubic hair gave any hint of being an older man, though the penis itself was a superb example of a circumcision. I had noticed it first as it was the only one to appear from the start with a full erection, eager for release. It probably belonged to a regular volunteer.

“Good work, Jack!” exclaimed the manager, as Jack began to find some pleasure in his task. “Right, lads, it’s your turn now. Jack’s well into it so you can all have a go.”

***

At lunchtime, the lads had their meals in the room they were in, just as yesterday they had eaten in Room 1. A trolley was wheeled in by the assistant with food and drink prepared. They sat back on their bean bags and chatted to one another. It was interesting to overhear their unhurried and unsolicited comments to one another. From what they were saying it seemed as though the experiment was bearing fruit.

“Boys, you did beautifully this morning, all of you. As a reward, you are all winners and can take the afternoon off to use the facilities on our ground floor. But before you go, I thought you might like to see the faces of the people you’ve been working with this morning.”

The door opened and eight men of ages ranging from young to old entered. They were all fully dressed now but as they came into the room they playfully lowered their trousers and pants to reveal their glory-hole identities. They were laughing and cheering. The men on the bean bags gave an equally playful round of applause.

“Our youngest volunteer is 18 and our oldest is 68. So we have fifty years of cocks!” announced the manager. Laughter and more cheering. “Well done, boys,” he said to the men on the floor, “And well done you!” to the volunteers from the town. He coughed a little too violently and reached for a glass of water.

Before they left, the 18-year-old turned to the group of four men and revealed that he had been the first one chosen and stimulated by Jack. He smiled with obvious pride and relish. Jack went bright red. Beneath the subdued lighting of the room his blushes went unseen.

Tomorrow in Room 3 I knew things could turn out very differently, with a much more difficult proposition facing the four youngsters. But there was greater hope now, than from the first morning I visited, that this whole project was going to work out well.

That afternoon, I drove home and phoned to ask for a meeting with the President, hopefully being able to arrange to see him early next week. His secretary took my message and I awaited his reply.

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By *aleuk1965Man
3 days ago

newhall

I hope room 3 is as good as the first two

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By *kyluke69Man
3 days ago

Gravesend

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By *raggyjackMan
3 days ago

Dublin

Excellent

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By *azmin999jmMan
3 days ago

Wakefield

Wow

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By *_revMan
3 days ago

Birkenhead

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By *unwithuMan
3 days ago

manchester

What a brilliant story!

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By *upSamMan
3 days ago

Evesham

Defo original

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By *ootsblokeMan
3 days ago

Dublin

Excellent story. Very well written.

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By *itom87Man
3 days ago

Wigan

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"I hope room 3 is as good as the first two "

Room 3 is the Rimming Room. If that's your thing, it may provide some pleasure.

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By *icky13Man
3 days ago

Didcot

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By *otwillyMan
3 days ago

Scunthorpe

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"Excellent story. Very well written. "

Merci, monsieur.

Your profile is a scorcher!

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By *rgeo OP   Man
2 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Chapter Three: Room Three

On Wednesday I had an early breakfast at my hotel and travelled over in time for the start of the day. I wanted to see the whole process of the morning as I felt this would be the task with most complications for the four lads. I kissed one of the guys at Reception as I handed in my key and thanked him for a wonderful evening. The rest of the staff smiled. It was a thirty minute drive.

Room 3 was lit with a calming yellow light. In the background, faintly, some mildly relaxing music. There were four beds laid out, making the shape of a cross with the heads of the beds almost touching. There were special pillows laid on each bed which allowed a man to lie face down with his buttocks slightly raised.

“You’ll really enjoy this first session, boys,” said the manager. “Especially you, little one!” as he winked over at the man next to him, a short, stocky red-haired guy. Everyone laughed at some private joke between them. “Let’s get started.”

Today was all about being rimmed and then about rimming someone else. First, they sat casually together in a small group away from the beds and talked over their feelings about it. Apparently, each day began like this. There would be a brief discussion of things that had happened the day before and then an exploration of their feelings about what they were going to face today.

Jack spoke up first and asked a question about the 18-year-old lad who had been on the receiving end of his blow job yesterday. He wanted to know a little bit more about him. The questions were encouraged and answered quickly. Then the men moved on to their thoughts about today. They were all fairly comfortable about the idea of being rimmed by another man. They all had quite a few reservations about changing positions and performing the same act on someone else. Things were discussed for the next fifteen minutes.

“OK, lads, let’s get started,” said the manager. Tiger and I will wait outside as usual. Once you are in position on your beds, the door will open and our guests will arrive. Remember, if it makes you feel more comfortable - or just more horny maybe - you can wear a cover over your head.” The black head coverings were laid out at the top of each bed.

The manager waited until all the boys were in place on their beds. He then beckoned to me and we stepped outside. As the door closed behind us a second door opened and a second group of four men entered, one for each of the experimenting lads. I didn’t recognise any of them as belonging to yesterday’s group of volunteers.

“I like this part of the journey very much, Tiger,” he said to me. “Rimming is perhaps the most intimate sexual thing one man can ever do with another man.”

I asked him why it came so early in the programme and he explained that it was a necessary hurdle to overcome. He said that if they could cope with this aspect of the homosexual encounter, it was a good sign that they would be right for the work ahead. It was better for them to fail now than to fail at the end of the week.

***

Jack, who had gagged at the first taste of a penis in his mouth, enjoyed the next session the most out of the four men there that morning. No-one refused or baulked at the task. They had all been stroked, massaged and tenderly rimmed earlier by the four visiting volunteers. Now those same volunteers were lying face-down on their pillows, waiting for attention.

“Once again, boys, remember that if you really want to, you may penetrate any of these fine young specimens. But only after you have performed the rimming routine. Do you all understand?” There were nods and signals of agreement.

We stood outside in the corridor together and watched. The manager was a little more sniffly today and kept clearing his throat as we spoke. At forty, he had already risen to the one of the highest ranks in the army and was clearly proud of his role in the Way Forward initiative. I felt he was pleased to have swapped his duties from the field to the laboratory, where his people skills seemed to be paying off. He was quite a rugged chap, with a light brown moustache and beard, just under six feet tall. I had met him socially a few times in the recent past. He was very popular at the local sauna where I knew him as Jimmy. But we had never really spent much time talking to one another.

“I used to have a hard-on from day’s start to day’s end,” he said, smiling. “But now it is just part of the job. I don’t even notice whether I am aroused or not. Usually, I am more interested in watching their emotional reactions than their sexual behaviour.”

For the four young men in the room, watching their own emotional reactions was also a big part of the programme. Earlier, I noticed, not one of them had asked to wear a hood while they were being massaged and rimmed themselves. With their heads close together on their separate beds, they took advantage of being able to look at and talk to one another as the thing progressed. I found this a very interesting phenomenon and made a firm mental note to make it a significant part of my report.

Now, as they tentatively approached the volunteers on the beds, I realised it would be wise for me to note every nuance of their body language, gestures and speech.

Jack was the youngest of the four men at 25 years old. He was a smooth-skinned, well-toned lad, with tattoos on both of his upper arms. His face was open and curious, but with a wistful sadness to the eyes which merely added to his attractiveness. If I’d had to pick one out to go to bed with myself, he would have been my first choice. However, I guessed that Jack would find me much too old as a long-term prospect. His interest in the eighteen-year-old lad from yesterday’s session was very apparent from the discussion earlier this morning. He had been asking some very direct questions about the lad. I recalled that the eighteen-year-old had soft, unformed features, large hips and a definite aura of female sensuality. He too was smooth and hairless. He and Jack would look good together side by side.

“Excuse me a moment, will you?” said the manager. He disappeared around the corner and I was left alone, gazing into the room from the side panel.

The four men on the bed were naked and so too were the four men around them. One by one they climbed on to the beds and sat above the recumbent figures, resting their knees on either side of the men’s bodies. The masked assistant came round and administered warm oils so that each of the volunteers could first enjoy a back and an arm massage. They all worked at their own pace and I was keen to spot who would be first to complete the massage and move on to the star attraction. After the back and arm massage, the men moved further back and rubbed oil into the legs of the volunteers.

The man working across from Jack, whose name was unknown to me, was the first to lower his head and work his tongue into the buttocks of the volunteer beneath him. The volunteer moaned loudly with pleasure as he felt the moving tongue around his anus. This encouraged the rest of them to then begin the same thing with their partners. Within a minute they were all at it. But Jack’s moans of pleasure were the most intense that morning, as though he had discovered a brand new meaning to the term, ‘It is better to give than to receive.’ He really gave himself wholly to the task and, even from where I stood, I could see his body trembling with ecstasy. He was lost in another world, oblivious to the sights and sounds around him.

“Oh, great, they’re into it already,” said the manager on his return. “I told you this was a high quality group. I think they’re the best we’ve had all summer.”

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By *kyluke69Man
2 days ago

Gravesend

This is a great story

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By *otwillyMan
2 days ago

Scunthorpe

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By *rgeo OP   Man
2 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

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By *rgeo OP   Man
2 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"This is a great story "

Thanks, skyluke. Great bulge in those shorts too.

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By *unwithuMan
2 days ago

manchester

Loving this story

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By *_revMan
2 days ago

Birkenhead

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By *wakers14Man
2 days ago

Burgess Hill

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By *raggyjackMan
2 days ago

Dublin

Looking forward to Room 4

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By *ttmguy500Man
2 days ago

Ammanford area

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By *rgeo OP   Man
2 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Thank you again for your kind comments. This is a joint venture, as far as I am concerned. We must inspire one another.

G

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By *kyluke69Man
2 days ago

Gravesend


"This is a great story

Thanks, skyluke. Great bulge in those shorts too. "

☺️ thank you

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By *ubandy84Man
2 days ago

Wakefield

Love this x

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By *ornysuckerMan
2 days ago

Portsmouth

Loving this just hope it’s a two week course!

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By *itom87Man
2 days ago

Wigan

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By *rgeo OP   Man
2 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"Loving this just hope it’s a two week course! "

At least two weeks. The whole programme that the men are undertaking and undergoing will last many months. Hopefully, they will stick with it and so will you.

G

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By *rgeo OP   Man
1 day ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Chapter Four: Room Four

“Penetration. Penetration. Penetration. That’s the name of the game today.”

Jimmy smiled cheekily and winked at me. I knew that he knew what that wink meant: that I myself had seen him so many times in so many penetrating positions with so many different men.

“It’s not your thing though, is it?” It was a serious question. He was not mocking me. I told him the truth. I got my kicks from sex in other ways. The touch of a hot hungry cock against the outside of my body desperate to get inside me was far more exciting to me than anything else. I got my kicks by not only denying myself but by denying the man I was with. I played a psychological game with sex; the bodily sensations were secondary. I added that one day it may all change for me, but it was unlikely to happen.

Jimmy and I had been in an intimate position with one another about a year before. We’d had great fun though, most undoubtedly. I believe we both remembered it affectionately. Like me he was very much into kissing. It was probably how he had caught his cold.

It was at the worst stage, where sneezes and dribbles dominate. He quickly explained that he was allowing his assistant to take charge today and that once he’d finished some paperwork in his office he was going home to rest. As it turned out, I wouldn’t see him for quite a while because he remained at home for the rest of the week. And next week I was due to return home and hand in my report. My appointment with the President had been confirmed for a week tomorrow, which was the following Friday.

***

Stupidly, earlier that morning, I had made the mistake of using my phone to check a text message while driving. We were stopped at the traffic lights. The black car on my right began flashing its blue light and I knew instantly that I’d been caught. Once the traffic began moving, we both pulled over to the hard shoulder and the cop asked me to join him in his vehicle. We were roughly the same age, he a good-looking chap, very much my type. He gave me a ticket and invited me to meet up with him later. This kind of proposition was now quite common among the police, I had heard. The authorities didn’t condone it but they didn’t stamp down upon it either. As long as the fines were paid and the penalties were applied, as long as all official protocol was maintained, it was permissible for such arrangements to be made between two consenting, mutually attracted men across most fields of civic life. The ethical boundaries were becoming more and more blurred in all sorts of professions, not just the police force. However, any man in a cop’s uniform would always have an advantage.

We arranged that he could come to my hotel, where we could get dinner before we retired to my room. It was a spur of the moment decision on my part. Usually I would have handled this differently. I put it down to the training room visits. For the rest of the day he remained on my mind and I kept wondering about calling him to cancel or postpone. But in the end, I left it as it was, to wait and see.

***

For the first session that morning, which I had missed, the four young men had been free to penetrate any one of a number of willing volunteers. They all enjoyed themselves, I was told by Marko, whom I’d only known up until now as the masked assistant. Now, in the second session of the morning, it was their turn to open up. I was intrigued to find out how this would play out, how their partners might be assigned, how far they would resist, and what other problems might arise. So far they had all seemed to be co-operating completely with the programme and it was starting to puzzle me as to the ease with which these four straight young men could be so well-influenced to sample both the delightful and the more challenging aspects of gay sex.

Room 4 was furnished with slings, the type one finds in all the gay clubs and saunas. This arrangement allowed the bottom man to lie back with his legs raised and the top man to stand over him with easy access to his hole. Earlier the four young men had played at being tops to a group of eight volunteers, some of them the same people as from the days before. The tops were allowed to choose who they wanted to penetrate. Any remaining bottoms had to sit it out and watch. But when it came to the second session, only four volunteer tops came into the room. One of them was the eighteen-year-old from Room 2. Jack looked startled and then worried, not sure about his feelings. Possibly he had assumed that the young lad was merely a bottom player from the vibes he gave off.

But he wasn’t a bottom player at all. He went straight over to Jack’s sling and made his introduction. He stood hard against Jack and held him by the ankles, smiling down at him.

Various aids were available to help with this part of the operation, not just the expected use of lubricating gel. The top men took their time and only entered their partners after a period of foreplay, including stroking, kissing and licking. The bottom men all had the option of taking a small yellow pill which would relax the sphincter muscle if taken five minutes before. All of them refused this help. I had expected Jack to take advantage of the drug because his partner was extremely well-hung. However, he and the other three went for it as they were, without any chemical assistance.

I made another mental note to make sure I got up very early the next day so that I could attend the debriefing session with the men at 10 o’clock. That would be the perfect time to ask them all a few questions and I knew that their answers would provide me with plenty of fresh material for my report to the President.

***

That evening my intimate association with the President saved me from being assaulted.

My dinner date with the cop started off well enough with a couple of drinks in the bar and a nicely cooked Italian meal in the hotel restaurant. However, as the evening drew on I realised the nature of the cop was not really in line with my sexual preferences. He was definitely not homosexual; nor was he bi-sexual; nor was he even just a little bit bi-curious. Here was a 100% straight man who only wanted to get it off with a woman and was once again having to make do with the second-best thing. Why he chose me as a date, I don’t know. We were the same age, height and build, and both fairly masculine looking. There was no way I ever indulged in camp or feminine expressions so I figured there was a power play at the bottom of it. This was his opportunity to show dominance among his peers. Also, of course, it would be his way to vent anger about what had been happening to him since The Explosion.

When we got back to my room after dinner I poured him a drink from the fridge and put on the TV while I went to the bathroom and freshened up, cleaning my teeth and washing myself under the arms and around my balls. I could hear him laughing as he watched the news broadcast, tickled by something he had heard.

Long before that point, I should have made my excuses and said goodnight to him. But Officer Harper was extremely attractive and I kept hoping that something pleasant and surprising would emerge from our time together in bed.

“Way Forward, my arse!” he laughed viciously as I walked back into the bedroom.

The President was there on the screen in front of me. His limousine had pulled up outside one of the Way Forward nightclubs and he was being photographed and questioned as he made his way to the front entrance.

“Mr President!” shouted the reporter nearest to him. “Are you going to enjoy yourself tonight?” The President stopped. He turned round and faced the cameras. “You bet I am, sonny,” he said. “Say, you’re a nice-looking young man. Why not come and join me?”

The crowd waiting in the queue cheered and the usual battery of flashbulbs went off. The President waved his hands to the crowd of reporters and carried on into the building.

Later on, in bed, with Officer Harper’s breath on the back of my neck, the weight of him pressing down upon me and the hard length of him ready to enter me - in spite of everything I had explained to him earlier about my never engaging in anal sex and in spite of my now ever more urgent requests for him to get off me - I suddenly hit on a solution, a way out. I too would have to play a power game.

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By *unwithuMan
1 day ago

manchester

Good story

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By *rgeo OP   Man
1 day ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"Good story"

Good pictures on your profile. Couldn't fab them so you get a public compliment.

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By *_revMan
1 day ago

Birkenhead

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By *kyluke69Man
23 hours ago

Gravesend

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By *otwillyMan
19 hours ago

Scunthorpe

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By *itom87Man
14 hours ago

Wigan

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By *haneportsMan
13 hours ago

portsmouth

Interesting.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 hours ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Chapter Five: Room Five

That morning I got to know a little more about the other three men: Andy, Eddie and Rhym. With Jack and Marko, there were now six of us sitting in a circle on comfortable sofas and easy chairs. Room 5 was furnished simply but elegantly. The walls were a pale cream colour and there were wooden beams across the high ceiling. It felt like a room belonging to a completely different building. Windows with frosted glass, lit from behind with soft, warm daylight bulbs lent the impression that we were no longer underground. Side tables with large Chinese style lamps were placed within reach of each chair. There were two empty seats, and I happened to be sitting with the empty seats on either side of me. Marcus was sitting across from me, Jack and Andy on my left, Eddie and Rhym on my right. Rhym was the short, red-headed lad who had been singled out for a joke from the manager on Wednesday.

“Right,” said Marko, starting us off. “This is the last day of the first stage of the programme. It has been intensely physical, as you all know, and as you all expected it to be. The physicality continues throughout the remaining weeks of training. We encourage as much of it as you can muster. From now on, you must feel free to touch one another whenever you wish, to hold hands, stroke arms and legs, kiss one another, even fondle a crotch or two. All physical signs of affection are strongly encouraged. But only do it when you feel like it and not because you think you have to do it. And, please, wait for some encouragement from the other guy before you go too far into it. If you want to fondle another guy’s dick, for example, get at least some implied permission first. Make eye contact, follow your instinct from the non-verbal responses you get. Above all, feel comfortable here, like it is your own home. When things go wrong there are enough of us around to put it right.”

Marko looked at me. “Tiger, would you like to begin the session this morning? You’ve observed most of what has taken place this week. Do you have any questions or observations you want to make?”

I thanked Marko and accepted his invitation. Everyone was silently waiting for me to start and I paused for quite a while until I spoke. I took the time to look at them all in turn, neither smiling nor frowning, not quite sure what expression I was displaying. Curiosity maybe. Nervousness. I could feel my heart beating a little faster than usual.

I jumped straight in and began to tell them the story of my adventures the previous night. It had nothing to do with the programme and everything to do with it. It all came out and I had no qualms revealing my sorry part in it, how my penis had once more taken me to a dangerous place.

To avoid being assaulted I had played the same game as the cop. First, I gave him more power than he wanted; and, second, I took all his power away. It had been a risky strategy but it had worked for me at that moment.

“You faggots are sick,” he’d said. “You get a man worked up and then get scared of it. You ain’t into men at all. I swear you miss women more than we do.”

I had wriggled my body and awkwardly turned around to face him as best I could. I told him that if he wanted to kill me then it was alright, that I was OK with it.

“Why do you think you’re so special, mister? I fuck a different guy whenever I want in this town. Nothing they can do about it. My word against your word.” He paused. The pause was encouraging. It meant he was engaging at least some part of his rational brain. “Even these days a cop’s word always stands.”

But he wasn’t really listening to me. So I told him again that it was OK for him to hurt and kill me.

“Huh?” He looked extremely puzzled. But his brain was working out the meaning of my words, giving his instincts a chance to calm.

Then I asked him to look at my phone, which lay on the shelf next to him. He picked it up.

“So what? A hotline to the chief of police?” he mocked.

I directed him to open the messages section and to read the last one. It was the message I had been looking at when he pulled me over this morning. It came not just from the office of the President but directly from the man himself. It was clearly a very personal message, affectionate and cheeky. There could be no mistake that the President and I were on very intimate terms.

“Fuck off!” he muttered and threw the phone on the carpet.

He lay still on top of me and looked into my eyes. By now I had managed to wriggle right round to face him. My shoulder ached. His look was clear, cold and calculating. He waited. His eyes moved from side to side as he looked at me. My heart was beating wildly, so was his. I waited for a slap, a head butt, a hand around my throat, a punch to the groin, an end to my life.

He smiled at me and said, “Well, I’d better get going. Early shift again tomorrow.” He pushed himself up and got off the bed.

“Thanks for a great evening. Let’s do it again next time you’re in town.” I am quite sure that there was not a trace of irony in his voice. He really meant it.

He dressed slowly, carefully, neatly arranging his clothes as he stood by the window and then checked himself in the mirror on the back of the door. I lay still on the bed, pulling a sheet over me.

“Take care, Tiger!”

He left the room and the door closed behind him. I rose from the bed, picked up a few of my clothes from the floor and tidied them on a chair. I took a shower and made a cup of tea. I sat quietly in the armchair for about fifteen minutes. Finally, at about ten o’clock, I turned out the lights and got into bed.

By the end of my story, Jack was sobbing audibly. Eddie walked over to hand him a tissue. I guessed he was crying not for me but for himself. Jack too was a policeman.

The rest of the session was about looking back over the week. Each man was asked to reveal their highlights, the best and the worst moments. A couple of them had really enjoyed being penetrated the day before, especially Andy. He was the oldest man in this group, just turned thirty. He spoke warmly of the experience, of the sensations it had given him, of what it had opened up to him. We talked about the prostate and the stimulating things that could happen with further experimentation in prostate massage. Marcus suggested that we could allocate some time in the training schedule specifically for this. A lot of what was to come was now about the men themselves setting the agenda.

After the first break of the day, which was a little later than usual, as we had been talking for quite a while without an eye on the time, the men were asked to spend the rest of the day alone together, just the four of them. Today wasn’t about sex but about intimacy, about getting close to one another without having to be frisky about it. Today was about care and concern for one another. It was a chance to confess a few personal secrets together, explore feelings, fears and anxieties. They could sit apart, or hold hands, or cuddle up together - whatever felt right for them. They were going to be the new men leading others in the way forward.

I wouldn’t be seeing them now for quite a while. The next time we would all be together would be when we were led one-by-one, naked, with our hands tied behind our backs, through the sixth door, the door with no number above it. But that was a few weeks away yet.

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By *unwithuMan
3 hours ago

manchester

Interesting, enticing

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By *otwillyMan
1 hour ago

Scunthorpe

Different and interesting

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