I'm not really sure what had happened. Everybody in the room was once dancing, their bodies moving rhythmically against one another's. I was standing somewhat on the fringe with a female friend of mine. Our goal tonight was the same...Find a man, take him home, and screw him until the sun rose the next morning.
This was the third club we've tried, and it was set up a little strange. It was almost like an auditorium of you took away the seats and replaced the balcony with a bar on the main level. The "stage" up front was completely empty for the entire night. It seemed to be for a band, but it was much too big, and appeared to be a stage meant for massive plays or musicals.
Now, there was a man standing up there, and a device behind him had appeared from backstage. It was pouring out sound, a low solitary note, that had caught everybody's attention. I looked to my friend, she was transfixed on it. "Sher?" She didn't turn. I didn't know what was going on, so I decided to go for a closer look.
I didn't notice until there was a wall of bodies in front of me that I managed to shove my way through a crowded room without a single person saying anything. I looked around, making sure that I wasn't going insane, and saw everybody staring at the machine.
The man spoke.
"All females will report to the left side of the room while all males will report to the right side of the room." I was already on the right side of the room, but I was swept up in a sea of bodies as everybody moved almost immedatly, their feet all stepping in time with one another. A few minutes later, I was on the floor among a sea of men. I stood up and looked around, noting that the majority of them were all beautiful. I sighed. Probably straight.
"Females." He spoke. They all stepped once and placed their arms directly at their sides, as if the entire side of the room was a pool of trained soldiers. "You will sleep now. Your time will come soon." They saluted and immediatley fell to the ground, becoming a mass of tangled limbs, all of them silently entering an unconcious state at his will.
"Men."
The men around me all did the same as the females, stepping once and putting their arms straight.
He smiled slightly. "Off with the shirts." I looked around as every man around me took off their shirts. I saw abs and pecs, biceps and triceps. My cock went rigid as I practically drooled over the man standing next to me. "Off with the shirts." He said this again. I looked up at him. He was glaring at me with an interest.
"...Five strongest men in the room, help that man remove his shirt."
I gulped. The crowd parted as five men bulging with muscles came over to me. The grabbed my shirt and, without harming me one bit, left it in tatters on the floor. I looked up at him.
He shook his head. "...Who are you?"
The men all barked their names. "No, silence."
I tried to back away but I hit one of the strong men. He felt like a brick wall, and his abs looked just the same.
"Men...You are now horny. So very horny." Every man shifted as they got a boner in the room. My own dick got harder.
"So horny that you'd do anything...even jack off in a club...just to get rid of the boner...But you won't cum yet."
I heard a clatter as every belt in the room was thrown off and almost every pair of pants dropped. Every pair but mine.
"...Five strongest men, bring the man with his pants on to the stage."
I turned to run but I was immedatley picked up by a swarm of masculinity and thrown onto the stage. "Now....Can I get the man with the biggest dick in the room onto the stage please?"
Although I was scared and confused as hell, I couldn't help but feel my cock twitch at this statement.
He shut off his microphone and turned to me. "I'm not sure what you're doing, why you're refusing so much...But you're going to see that this hypnotism will end in your favor...After all, we have to give you a little prize...Although I am not sure why you're immune."
A man stepped onto the stage, and oh holy God was he a man. He had the body of a God. He wasn't bulging with muscle like the men that threw me up here, but he had definition beyond belief. He had a tan all over. His cock stuck straight out, and must have been at least a foot in length.
"Aren't you horny?" he asked the man, the microphone still off. I heard grunts and moaning from the crowd of men jacking off in the crowd.
"Yessir."
"Why aren't you masturbating like the others?"
"You had me come to the stage, sir."
"Right...I did. What is wrong with this man, here?" He pointed at me.
"His cock is concealed."
"And?"
"And he is not jacking off."
"Very good...Help him. Do whatever he says. But you must help him jack off, help him feel pleasureful. But you cannot cum while doing it, understand?"
"Yessir."
The man moved in on me, a drop of precum oozing from the tip of his mammoth cock.
This was the third club we've tried, and it was set up a little strange. It was almost like an auditorium of you took away the seats and replaced the balcony with a bar on the main level. The "stage" up front was completely empty for the entire night. It seemed to be for a band, but it was much too big, and appeared to be a stage meant for massive plays or musicals.
Now, there was a man standing up there, and a device behind him had appeared from backstage. It was pouring out sound, a low solitary note, that had caught everybody's attention. I looked to my friend, she was transfixed on it. "Sher?" She didn't turn. I didn't know what was going on, so I decided to go for a closer look.
I didn't notice until there was a wall of bodies in front of me that I managed to shove my way through a crowded room without a single person saying anything. I looked around, making sure that I wasn't going insane, and saw everybody staring at the machine.
The man spoke.
"All females will report to the left side of the room while all males will report to the right side of the room." I was already on the right side of the room, but I was swept up in a sea of bodies as everybody moved almost immedatly, their feet all stepping in time with one another. A few minutes later, I was on the floor among a sea of men. I stood up and looked around, noting that the majority of them were all beautiful. I sighed. Probably straight.
"Females." He spoke. They all stepped once and placed their arms directly at their sides, as if the entire side of the room was a pool of trained soldiers. "You will sleep now. Your time will come soon." They saluted and immediatley fell to the ground, becoming a mass of tangled limbs, all of them silently entering an unconcious state at his will.
"Men."
The men around me all did the same as the females, stepping once and putting their arms straight.
He smiled slightly. "Off with the shirts." I looked around as every man around me took off their shirts. I saw abs and pecs, biceps and triceps. My cock went rigid as I practically drooled over the man standing next to me. "Off with the shirts." He said this again. I looked up at him. He was glaring at me with an interest.
"...Five strongest men in the room, help that man remove his shirt."
I gulped. The crowd parted as five men bulging with muscles came over to me. The grabbed my shirt and, without harming me one bit, left it in tatters on the floor. I looked up at him.
He shook his head. "...Who are you?"
The men all barked their names. "No, silence."
I tried to back away but I hit one of the strong men. He felt like a brick wall, and his abs looked just the same.
"Men...You are now horny. So very horny." Every man shifted as they got a boner in the room. My own dick got harder.
"So horny that you'd do anything...even jack off in a club...just to get rid of the boner...But you won't cum yet."
I heard a clatter as every belt in the room was thrown off and almost every pair of pants dropped. Every pair but mine.
"...Five strongest men, bring the man with his pants on to the stage."
I turned to run but I was immedatley picked up by a swarm of masculinity and thrown onto the stage. "Now....Can I get the man with the biggest dick in the room onto the stage please?"
Although I was scared and confused as hell, I couldn't help but feel my cock twitch at this statement.
He shut off his microphone and turned to me. "I'm not sure what you're doing, why you're refusing so much...But you're going to see that this hypnotism will end in your favor...After all, we have to give you a little prize...Although I am not sure why you're immune."
A man stepped onto the stage, and oh holy God was he a man. He had the body of a God. He wasn't bulging with muscle like the men that threw me up here, but he had definition beyond belief. He had a tan all over. His cock stuck straight out, and must have been at least a foot in length.
"Aren't you horny?" he asked the man, the microphone still off. I heard grunts and moaning from the crowd of men jacking off in the crowd.
"Yessir."
"Why aren't you masturbating like the others?"
"You had me come to the stage, sir."
"Right...I did. What is wrong with this man, here?" He pointed at me.
"His cock is concealed."
"And?"
"And he is not jacking off."
"Very good...Help him. Do whatever he says. But you must help him jack off, help him feel pleasureful. But you cannot cum while doing it, understand?"
"Yessir."
The man moved in on me, a drop of precum oozing from the tip of his mammoth cock.