CFNM Randy Summers MENSA Madness

Life in Hollywood was going pretty well. I had a great place to live. Thanks to a really bizarre benefactor my bungalow apartment looked like a million dollars. I was making decent money at my coding job. I had plenty of cash from my sexual escapades locked away and was making contributions to my retirement funds.

My landlady was eccentric but sweet. My bosses were truly strange and sexually kinky, but the job was good and my hours were so flexible. The only downside was that my acting/modeling career was in a bit of a stall. After appearing in one avant-garde and one T&A movie, being photographed for an art gallery show and a fashion magazine, my agent Shirley hadn't gotten any requests for my services in a while. Maybe my 'fifteen minutes of fame' was up.

That avant-garde movie that Norma had produced for her young lover Joe was making the rounds of various underground film festivals. No one could decide if it was high art or porn. The European director had promised to invite me to any screenings that might happen in Los Angeles. I got the impression that I wouldn't be going to any screenings of "Vampire Vixens", but Shirley told me that Rusty Myerson was absolutely putting together another project with a more prominent role for me. I was feeling very apprehensive about that project, and yet the thought of being naked and fondled on another movie set gave me an instant woody.

Mentally, I was dealing with some issues. I thought I was pretty much unscathed from my BDSM experiences with Harrison and Callie as well as my humiliating FEMDOM relationship with Miss Victoria. I was wrestling with the fact that even though they had paid me handsomely to use me in a truly sick and twisted way, the memories of those experiences had me horny as hell almost all the time. I couldn't get through a workout, swim or jog without sporting a massive hard-on. In fact, almost anything was giving me a boner.

I tried to focus on my day job. Jane and Ted had me coding photo manipulating software for a program that alters existing photographs in various fun and artistic ways. There were a few others working on the same project, but I was tasked with using photographs of people rather than places or things.

Jane had offered to send me some pictures of Ted and her, but I volunteered to model for some selfies and use those. Fortunately Jane liked that idea. I didn't want to tell her that I was a bit too turned-on at the thought of manipulating nude pictures of my bosses, such as giving Jane huge breasts and Ted a massive cock. They were already sexually blatant enough in their dealings with me. Jane also mentioned some new sex-toy gadget that she wanted me to try out and get my opinion; but first she wanted my input on some herbal supplement they were thinking of selling.

It contained various herbs, leaves and roots that were supposed to increase the amount of cum a man would produce, as well as make it taste sweet. My friend Tim had already introduced me to some other Chinese herbal concoctions that had worked pretty well for me so I agreed to try these new capsules.

The instructions advised refraining from ejaculation for several days when first starting to use the capsules. I was used to jacking off every day, sometimes more than once, but I thought some abstinence might be fun, especially if it made me crazy horny and allowed me to shoot a really massive load.

Five days later, I was reminded of a reason that I should have waited to start a cycle of these pills. Ms. Stone called to remind me that I had promised to cater-waiter at a MENSA fundraiser for a children's hospital.

"Randy, I just wanted to call and give you the final details of the MENSA fundraiser I'm helping with tomorrow. PLEASE tell me that you haven't forgotten and are still available."

Actually, I HAD forgotten.

"No, no... not at all; I have nothing important on my calendar."

"That's wonderful! It's a cocktail luncheon at a nightclub/theatre venue up on Wilcox in Hollywood that often features all-male revues. They're letting us use the place during the day. It should only take a few hours. The crowd will mostly be MENSA members from various chapters as well as some female corporate executives, business owners and wealthy women who do a lot of charitable work. There'll be speeches and a silent auction and did I mention that one of the hospital administrators has agreed to be the 'victim' of a dunk tank?"

"Yes, I remember you mentioning that."

"I don't imagine he will get very wet. It's an all-female audience and most of these MENSA members are... well... GEEKS. I don't foresee that many of them will hit the dunk tank target with the baseballs. Walter, the administrator is very sweet to volunteer, but not much to look at. Even so, no photography is being allowed. We wouldn't want any embarrassing photos of Walter going around. That's why I was so happy that you agreed to help pass around food. I want to give the ladies a bit of a thrill. This particular group of women is extremely smart, but somewhat awkward in social situations. I'm not sure if any of them have even seen a male go-go dancer let alone a male sort-of-stripper!"

"Well... I owe you a lot so I'm happy to help."

"I'll messenger your costume over to you. I didn't get any shoes. I'm sure you'll have something that will work. I think the costume is a bit more conservative than you are used to. I don't want my MENSA ladies to have panic attacks! I included a note with the address and time. See you then."

"No problem, I'm looking forward to it!"

The messenger arrived a bit later. The costume was actually very tame compared to some of the things I have worn working at parties. There was a 'Chippendale's' style collar with bow tie and shirt cuffs. The bottom consisted of a pair of conservative black briefs with a tuxedo shirt-and-tie decoration at the crotch. The briefs fit very well. Snug enough to show off my tight, bubble but not be too revealing. A seam ran up the back of the briefs, lifting and separating my ass cheeks. The decoration at the crotch hid my ample endowment. I thought that my black wrestling boots would go well with this ensemble.

At the appointed day and time I jumped in my Prius and headed for the venue. There were posters on the outside advertising an occasional all-male revue. It did indeed look like an old theatre space that had been converted to be more of a nightclub with a good sized stage and tables and chairs instead of theatre seats.

I made my way through the various catering personnel and found Ms. Stone. She seemed distraught.

"Randy, there you are. At least one thing is going right today."

"What's wrong Ms. Stone?"

"The dunk tank broke down so the company kind enough to loan it to us replaced it with what they described as a 'slime cannon'. It's the type of thing you see on children's TV award shows where the winners get slime dumped on them."

"I've seen those."

"It's set up so that one still has to throw a baseball at the target to slime the 'victim'... only there isn't any slime! The shipment got lost. Luckily the adult novelty business that supplied the clothes for Walter to get slimed in was able to get us a large quantity of silicone based personal lubricant instead."

"So the slime is sex lube?"

"Exactly; I'm so embarrassed. I hope the MENSA ladies won't know the difference."

"Well... it'll be clear goo instead of green goo. I'm sure it'll be OK."

"I hope so. I'm also getting worried. I haven't been able to get hold of Walter. I was counting on the combination of the silent auction and the... slime cannon... to reach our contribution goal for the hospital. Well, that's not your worry. The club is allowing you to use the dressing room to change."

She pointed to a door at the side of the stage.

"Please try not to disturb any of the dancer's belongings, I'm told some of them can be a bit territorial."

"No problem."

I found the dressing room and managed to put my things in an unclaimed corner. There were several mirrors in the room. I couldn't resist checking myself out. Thanks to my frequent workouts, swims and jogs, I was buffed, shredded and tanned. My body hair gleamed like fine gold threads against my bronze tanned skin. The contours of my cum-gutter abs were sharply defined. My thighs and calves beckoned to be touched. My ass looked very squeezable. I was almost disappointed that the tuxedo briefs hid my largest asset. The lack of masturbation and the new pills I was trying had my balls and cock feeling very large and full. But Ms. Stone was probably right; I didn't want to give a roomful of conservative brainiacs heart palpitations.

I walked back into the club area. I saw someone behind the bar waving at me to come over. As I got closer I saw that it was Angela, the ginger haired fox who with her equally foxy mom had styled my hair and sprayed me tan for my pool boy assignment with old Mrs. Twombly. She was wearing a white men's shirt with a long black tie and black slacks. She looked stunning. I could feel blood rushing to my groin causing my cock to lengthen and swell.

"Well, if it isn't 'Randy the Rod'."

I felt myself blush.

"Umm... I guess I've had a few more interesting experiences since you styled my hair."

"That's putting it mildly. I still do some styling for FD Corp. and when Ms. Stone told me you were helping with this event I volunteered as well."

She reached across the bar and ran her long fingernails down my tight torso, along my ripped abs and down my treasure trail. I could feel my cock pushing against the briefs, trying to make room for itself to expand to its full length and girth.

"I like this costume on you. Frankly you look more edible than the food."

Her hair was shorter than I remembered, and the color of a new copper penny. Her lips were full and luscious. I thought I saw her nipples hardening underneath the white shirt.

"Anyway, I'm helping tend bar and you're helping pass food and drinks around. There are a few female cater-waiters as well so you shouldn't have to work too hard."

With Angela looking so very fuckable I was definitely going to be working hard... just not the way she meant.

Guests started arriving. Ms. Stone was right. It did look like a room full of geeks. I don't like to seem rude, but this was not a particularly pretty crowd. Not one of them would have made the cheerleading squad in school. I guess this MENSA group was comprised of women who were not socially active and came together for good causes. Even the donors and executives seemed out of place. I couldn't picture any of them going to a male strip club. As I passed drinks and food around, the looks I got were very odd. I couldn't determine if it was disappointment or puzzlement. It was as if I wasn't what was expected. I didn't notice a lot of wedding rings. Perhaps a lot of women in high-powered careers devote themselves to their work and don't have time for or want relationships.

The party was progressing nicely. The ladies were reserved to say the least. I got a lot of polite 'thank-yous' when passing out food and drinks but not a single grope or ass grab. Strangely, the lack of enthusiasm at my presence was making me extremely horny. I wasn't used to a crowd of women being indifferent to me. It made me want to get naked, although the site of a naked man might cause a mass of heart attacks. At least it promised to be an easy favor to do for Ms. Stone.

There were speeches and mentions of various financial donations. Every now and then I heard something about some of the silent auction items. After a quick bathroom break I saw Ms. Stone call me over to look at the silent auction table. There were some clothing items, jewelry, dinner reservations, theatre tickets, perfumes and art objects. The kind of things you'd expect.

Then one of the objects caught my eye. It was one of the raunchier photographs of me covered in bronze body paint riding a bronze carousel horse. There was no mistaking that it was me. Next to that was the uncensored European issue of the fashion magazine with my erotic bride-and-groom photo layout. There could be no doubt that the young man in the photos was the same young man passing out food and drinks. Ms. Stone must have noticed my puzzled expression.

"Randy, I hope you don't mind but when I knew you were going to help out I couldn't resist including some examples of your recent... modeling work. Since you're somewhat modestly dressed I hoped that a few of the ladies might want to see more of you and be inspired to make larger donations. As you can see the list of bids for the two items is impressive so far.

The written list of bids took up several sheets of paper. Perhaps the crowd wasn't as Puritanical as I thought. I was quite pleased by that, although I found it suspicious that an x-rated photo and a magazine layout of me were included in the silent auction. Perhaps it was as Ms. Stone had said, but I got the feeling that I was being manipulated.

I continued passing around food and drink, and the ladies seemed to be loosening up a bit and enjoying the party. I was even getting an occasional pat on my butt and thighs. I was refilling my tray with food when Ms. Stone came running up to me.

"Oh Randy... DISASTER!"

"What's wrong?"

"I finally heard from Walter. He's in the emergency room with a sprained ankle! He won't be able to do the slime cannon! We're still a bit short of our donation goal and I was counting on the slime cannon proceeds to get us there. I don't know what to do... unless... would YOU consider helping us out?"

"Well... gee... I don't know..."

"You're the only one here who can. The clothes provided are all men's clothes. It's for the children after all."

"Uhh... what would I have to do?"

"Just wear the several pieces of clothing provided and stand in front of the slime cannon. If someone manages to hit the target with the baseball and you get slimed, you remove one of the items of clothing. The person who throws the next ball has to pledge more money and so on. I think there are only 4 pieces of clothing. The last time we had a game that involved hitting a target not much happened and people just pledged more money."

"Kind of a strip show?"

"Exactly; although Walter is kind of scrawny and it would have been funny and silly, with you it would be much more... provocative."

I looked around. Although I was feeling a bit horny, I didn't think this crowd of women present was going to get me aroused so maybe things wouldn't get too x-rated. And the group didn't look particularly adept at hitting a target with a baseball. As long as I didn't glance over at Angela I could probably keep things pretty tame.

"Well... OK... I'll do it. It seems simple enough."

"I don't know how to thank you. The clothes are in the dressing room. Put them on starting with the smallest and working up to the largest. Please change, it's almost time."

The clothes that were laid out were a bit racier than I would have expected Ms. Stone to pick for this crowd. I stripped off my waiter costume and started layering the 'slime cannon' duds.

First came a sheer flesh-colored pouch with a very thin drawstring. I had a very difficult time cramming my impressive endowment inside. It was obviously designed for a man not as 'gifted' as myself. Even with the drawstring tied the pouch was barely staying on.

The next item was a blue posing thong; the kind competition bodybuilders wear. I managed to get my goodies inside, but it looked as though I had a baseball stuffed down my crotch. The back of the posing thong almost covered my ass crack but not much of my cheeks.

After that came a thin spandex bicycle bodysuit. It was almost sheer and decorated in red, white and blue pattern. The legs hit me at mid-thigh and the sleeves were short and tight, emphasizing my pumped biceps and triceps. It zipped up from just below the crotch to my neck. The bulge at my crotch was beginning to look ridiculous, if not pornographic.

The last outfit was a full length, long sleeve, sheer black bodysuit that again zipped from below the crotch to my neck. I looked in the dressing room mirror. The bodysuit was sheer enough to reveal the bicycle bodysuit underneath as well as my muscular legs and arms. If a scrawny man were wearing this, it would indeed have been more laughable than sexual. I, on the other hand, looked blatantly erotic. I hoped I hadn't made a mistake volunteering to do this. My cock was starting to swell. The fact that these things pretty much fit me perfectly had me thinking that 'Walter', if there WAS a 'Walter', was not actually expected to show up from the outset.

There was a knock on the dressing room door, it was Ms. Stone.

"Well... you certainly look... impressive. I'm sure that your presence will increase the amount of pledges... even if no one hits the target!"

She walked me to the stage and had me wait in the wings.

"Ladies... may I have your attention! I want to thank everyone involved for putting together this wonderful event. I want to applaud those who donated food and liquor for helping the party to be so festive. I also want to thank the persons who donated items to the silent auction. The amounts bid for two of the items... in particular... are MOST impressive!"

Ms. Stone looked right me as she spoke 'in particular'. There were some laughs and snickers from the crowd as though she had said something dirty.

"And now I have some bad news. As you know, one of the hospital administrators, Walter, was going to help with the final part of our fundraiser. Unfortunately he sprained his ankle earlier today and won't be available."

There were disappointed groans from the crowd.

"I know how much you were looking forward to his 'dunk tank strip'..."

There were a few laughs from the crowd.

"And actually the dunk tank had to be replaced by a 'slime cannon'..."

There were confused murmurs.

"But I promise this will be fun. Someone else has generously volunteered to be a bit embarrassed and abused to help the children's hospital."

The crowd politely applauded.

"In fact, ladies, you've already seen him. He's been helping serve food and liquor and MANY of you have bid on the photographs of him in the silent auction."

I heard delighted gasps.

"Here he is ladies...'Randy the Rod'"

As the quiet and reserved MENSA ladies erupted in to applause, cheers and whistles, Ms. Stone motioned me to the stage.

Once I was in the spotlight and the crowd got a good look at my costume, the place went wild. I suddenly felt vulnerable and exposed. I had the foreboding that this situation was going to get very much out of hand. Ms. Stone continued to speak.

"You all remember how this works. You must pledge in order to throw a ball. If you hit the target, Randy will get 'slimed' and will remove one article of clothing. The person wanting to throw the next ball will need to pledge a higher amount and so on. I hope some of your pitching skills have improved. The last time we did this only one garment got removed. Perhaps Randy can inspire you to hit the bull's-eye more often!"

There was laughter and applause from the crowd.

"And this time, to 'spice' things up a bit I've arranged for someone to help Randy undress... that is, if anyone actually hits the target!"

I felt a distinct twinge of panic. I looked around to see Angela coming forward. She had changed in to a very thin, spandex, one-piece bathing suit; the kind the female lifeguards wore on that old TV show, 'Baywatch'. I groaned. Now there was no way I wasn't going to sport wood. Angela looked like a walking wet dream. The suit was cut high along her hips. Her pussy lips were clearly visible through the thin fabric at the crotch.

The MENSA ladies applauded politely. Ms. Stone came over and gave us both safety goggles.

"There now, we don't want anyone getting slime in their eyes. All right Angela, you know what to do."

Angela led me to a spot on the stage in front of what I assumed was the slime cannon. I saw two chains with leather straps at the ends dangling from the space above the stage. I offered no resistance when she raised my arms and placed my wrists in the straps. I was now standing spread-eagled. She addressed the crowd.

"For safety reasons there are straps for Randy to hold onto so that if he gets slimed he won't fall. We wouldn't want him to bruise that gorgeous bubble butt, would we?"

As the audience laughed and applauded, I could feel the blood flowing to my crotch. I was already horny from those blasted cum pills, but the sight of Angela in that swim suit was fast pushing me over the edge.

"All right girls. I know that a lot of you have been ogling Randy's photo and magazine layout; here's your chance to see him in the flesh and donate to a worthy cause!"

She stood next to me and toyed with the zipper on the black bodysuit. There was a very wicked glint in her eyes. I could feel my cock straining against everything I was wearing.

"Come on now... I'm sure SOMEONE out there wants to see me undress him!"

A large croup of women lunged toward the stage bidding on the chance to throw a ball. Minutes seemed to drag by. There were a lot of near misses, but no one seemed to be able to hit the bulls-eye. I was starting to think I was going to get off without the strange striptease when suddenly... FWOOMP! A ball hit its mark and the slime cannon unleashed a huge blob of slime/sex lube right on my torso.

The crowd erupted into enthusiastic applause. I was soaked from neck to knees. Angela took my wrists out of the straps and stood behind me. She placed her hands on my chest and slowly ran them down my body and down my legs, spreading the lube as she went until the black bodysuit was soaked. I could feel my cock straining to break out of the drawstring pouch.

She slowly brought one hand around in front of me, made several pointing motions for the crowd to see, then ever so slowly and seductively lowered the zipper of the sheer, black bodysuit. The suit had been very tight and as she worked the zipper it spread apart revealing the bicycle suit underneath. Still behind me, she pulled at the black bodysuit slowly revealing my body in the bicycle suit. After a bit of fumbling with the legs to get them free of my wrestling boots; I stood there in the bicycle suit, which put my muscular arms and legs on prominent display. Angela addressed the crowd.

"Good work ladies! But I think Randy is wearing far too many clothes!"

There were shouts of agreement from the crowd that made me nervous. Angela grabbed my shoulders and spun me around so that my back was facing the audience.

"I love that we can see his gorgeous guns and his beautiful thighs and calves, but I think we need to see more of this super hot ass!"

I heard applause, whistles and catcalls. The crowd of geeks was really loosening up. Angela turned me around and placed my wrists in the straps once again. Once again a line of ladies formed to try their luck at hitting the target. I heard quite a few balls hit the canvas, but none had hit the target. I was beginning to think I might get away without shedding any more clothes when... SPLOOGE! Sure enough someone scored a bulls-eye and the slime cannon doused me with lube.

This time, after releasing my arms, Angela ran her hands sensuously along my arms and legs thoroughly coating them with lube. Almost unconsciously I pumped and flexed my muscles, responding to her touch. Once again she stood behind me and slowly unzipped the bicycle suit, revealing the blue posing thong. I looked down at my crotch. It looked obscenely massive. Thanks to Angela and the hyper-cum pills, my entire groin was throbbing.

"Good shot ladies! Randy's got one hell of a body!"

"She grabbed my crotch and squeezed... hard."

"My gawd... what kind of an anaconda is he packing in here?"

She released me from the straps and spun me around again, slapping my ass as she did so.

"Ladies... these buns are hard as marble! But I still think he's wearing too many clothes. What do you think?"

Shouts of 'strip him... strip him' came from the crowd.

"You know the rules. Make a pledge and hit the target!"

Angela once again placed my wrists in the straps. I hung there, feeling like a side of beef on a hook.

Again there was a long line of ladies trying their luck at hitting the target. It might have been my imagination but the crowed sounded a lot drunker and rowdier. My balls felt as though they would burst. I could even feel cum filling my cock shaft. Minutes dragged by and then, THWAP... another lucky lady hit the bull's-eye and the cannon drenched me with lube.

Angela got behind me again, and again smeared the slick silicone lube over my body. As she coated my flat, muscular pecs she also managed to tweak my nipples. She strummed my cum-gutter abs as though strumming a guitar. She kneaded and massaged my muscular thighs and sculpted calves. As she ran her hands around my groin I found myself squirming; trying to get out of her reach. I was about to take my wrists out of the leather straps when she suddenly jumped up. She made a quick motion at my wrists. She had tightened them in such a way that now I couldn't take my wrists out of the straps. I was starting to get very nervous and very horny. This was NOT at all what I signed up for. Angela addressed the crowd once again.

"Nice work ladies! Randy has one helluva body, doesn't he? It's so slippery and shiny and his muscles are so pretty."

There were whistles, catcalls and applause from the audience.

"This blue thong is so tiny... it looks like the pouch is about to burst! Well... someone hit the target, so it's got to go! Shall we see if he's wearing anything else?"

Again the crowd shouted...'strip him... strip him'!

As Angela toyed with the narrow waistband I turned and whispered to her.

"Angie... c'mon now... this isn't funny... I've got a problem here... Ms. Stone NEVER said..."

"Don't blame Ms. Stone. Most of THIS was MY idea. Besides, she isn't here. She went to the hospital to check on poor Walter."

She pressed her crotch against my butt. I could feel the heat from her vagina.

"I told you a while back that I wanted to do wild things to you."

She started kissing the back of my neck and shoulders. She was driving me crazy with lust as she whispered in my ear.

"After all the FD Corp. assignments you did for Ms. Stone, this is practically vanilla."

"But there's a problem... I'm taking these pills that are supposed to make a LOT of cum... and I might..."

"How delicious that sounds. I will have to do something about that. Thanks for telling me."

I just groaned. Angela moved in front of me, grabbed the waistband of the posing thong and slowly slid down my body; pulling the thong off as she went. She was careful to hide my bulging crotch from the crowd. My cock and balls felt huge and heavy as they strained to break free of the tiny drawstring pouch.

"Ladies, shall we see if Randy is wearing anything else or if we get the 'full monty'?"

The crowd chanted 'show us... show us!'

Angela quickly moved to the side revealing me to the audience. I looked down. The pouch was drenched with lube and probably pre-cum and cum. There was fluid visibly dripping from the area of my piss slit.

"Too bad ladies, Randy still has on one more piece of clothing! Look at the size of his goods! That tiny pouch is barely staying on! He's been such a good sport. Shall we let him go with a bit of modesty intact or slime him, strip him and get a good look at his dick?"

'Slime him... slime him!' came the cry.

"All right... lets see some pledges and let's see someone hit that target!"

All I could do was groan. Nothing I could say was going to make Angela stop and the crowd was so into it that I was afraid there might be a riot if I didn't play along. I was tired and my muscles hurt from being bound in the spread-eagle position. My cock and balls felt large and swollen as though I needed to piss.

Angela was smiling; not a malicious smile, but a smile that said she was enjoying my torment immensely. She looked so fucking hot in that thin, spandex swimsuit. Whenever she came near I found myself bucking my hips, trying to rub up against her. One last time one of the ladies hit the bulls-eye and... FWOOMP! A huge glob of lube struck my imprisoned goodies. The crowd erupted into boisterous applause. Angela addressed the excited MENSA ladies.

"Excellent work Ladies! We have surpassed our fundraising goal for the Children's Hospital! Thanks to Randy here, the pledges from the 'slime cannon strip' have been ENORMOUS! Therefore, it's only right that you ladies reap an ENORMOUS reward!"

Angela moved behind me and again used her hands to spread lube all over my taught body. She pulled at my armpit hair and pinched my nipples. My attempts to squirm out of her grasp only elicited delighted squeals from the ladies. She worked her hands slowly down my writhing torso, slapping at my cum-gutter abs, scratching at my treasure trail and the exposed base of my cock.

Then, ever so slowly, she began to untie the drawstring that still covered my gonads. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt exposed and vulnerable. The crowd went silent as Angela untied the small bow and the pouch began to loosen. I looked down at my crotch to see the pouch slowly, agonizingly slipping down from around my balls and along my swelling cock shaft.

Suddenly, the pouch flew off of my swollen, shiny cock head and my rock-hard erection slapped up against my taught lower abs. My cock quivered there for a moment, and then the cum that had been building up for days erupted as rope after rope after rope of hot jizz erupted from the piss slit in a spectacular hands-free orgasm.

My entire body went into spasms as hot cum splattered against my chin, spurted on my chest and abs, dripped down my ball sack and pooled on the floor. Just when I thought I was finished, several more ropes of cum burst free. The crowd was awestruck. My legs gave way. I just hung there like a side of beef on a butcher's hook. I looked over at Angela. She looked both impressed and shocked. The crowd erupted in screams, gasps, laughter and applause.

I was exhausted and something didn't feel right. My balls still felt full and my cock was still hard. I felt as though I needed to orgasm again. I wanted to get to the dressing room. Maybe if I beat myself off and shot another load this feeling of needing to cum would stop.

"Angie... please let me down... I'm so..."

"In a minute... there's one more thing. Don't be a coward."

She turned and addressed the crowd.

"Thank you for attending the fund raiser. I know Ms. Stone will be pleased at the amount of funds raised! I think the entertainment was much more than we bargained for; I hope you all were pleased! Now, we need to clear the club as our time is up. As the rest of you file out, if the two ladies who bid so generously on the photograph and magazine of our stud here would stay behind for a few moments."

"Angie... what are you..."

"Relax; I just think the two ladies who pledged so much money for your pictures should get to see you up close and personal. It'll only take a minute."

The room cleared out surprisingly fast. Two ladies stayed behind. Angela guided them up the stairs to the stage and to where I was more of less hanging. I felt tired and sore and embarrassed. My body was coated from neck to ankle in slippery silicone sex lube. My dick was still hard and bobbing around with every pulse beat. Cum was still flowing from my piss slit and pooling on the stage floor. I felt very uneasy and very vulnerable. I tried to get my wrists free from the straps to no avail.

The two ladies were... nondescript... to put it mildly. Frumpy clothes, stringy hair and 'coke-bottle' glasses. I wondered if they were sisters. The first lady who approached looked almost frightened. She looked me over as though she had never seen a naked man before, and certainly not one sporting a huge, wet erection. Her breathing became fast and erratic. Then, without warning, she reached up, grabbed my head and forced her tongue deep inside my mouth.

There was a desperate frenzy to her actions. I would have felt some sympathy for her if she hadn't been almost choking me. Angela must have sensed this and pulled the woman off of me.

The second lady came over. She looked at me all wide-eyed and filled with wonder as though I were some kind of new specimen in her laboratory. She quickly grabbed my nut sack with one hand and my cock shaft with the other. She squeezed my balls... hard... and began frantically milking me. I squirmed and struggled and again Angela came to my rescue.

"Ladies... I told you both that you could MEET Randy, NOT molest him! Now it's time you left."

I was amazed at how fast they exited the club.

"Angie... please let me loose. I'm really tired..."

She came close to me and ran her hands along my torso. I could feel my cock throbbing.

"Just a minute more, Randy. I told you before I wanted to do things to you... maybe even depraved things."

She kissed me deeply but gently. I felt cum spurting from my piss slit. Her entire body felt hot against me. She looked so completely fuckable in that thin, spandex swim suit. Her perky breasts and hard little nipples seemed trying to burst through the thin fabric. I stood mesmerized by this ginger goddess.

I managed to stretch my neck down and maneuver so that I could just lick her pert nipples and lick her luscious cleavage.

"C'mon Angie... let me down... you've got me horny as hell. I'll do you right here and now if you want. Let me see how many times I can make you cum!"

"No... it's more fun this way... when you can't use your hands. Maybe I don't want you to make love to me. Maybe I just want to use your great big cock as a dildo!"

I watched her reach down and unsnap the crotch of the swim suit, revealing her plump, moist pussy lips. She guided my pulsing prick into her juicy slit. As my shaft pushed inside her, searching for her sweet clit, I became aware that there was someone in the back of the club. From the darkness came slow, deliberate applause and then a woman's voice.

"WELL... that must have been SOME fundraiser. I see you made EXCELLENT use of the space I loaned you!"

Angie backed off and immediately refastened the crotch of her swim suit. She called out to the unseen woman.

"Joan... I didn't realize it was getting so late. I wasn't expecting you."

"Yes... I can see that."

A figure emerged from the darkness. She looked like the typical cliché of a Hollywood woman. The hair was too blonde and too long. The lips were too big and the face was a Botox frozen mask. She was wearing black leather slacks that were too tight, spike heels that were too high and a red silk blouse that showed too much cleavage. She had to be 50 trying to look 25; definitely a cougar. She walked over and came up on the stage. Angie very quickly released my wrists from the straps. Angie seemed flustered.

"Yes... everyone just left and we... I... was going to help Randy get cleaned up. Oh... yes... this is the owner of the club. Joan, this is Randy."

"I can see that he is."

I felt incredibly awkward and embarrassed. My cock was dripping with cum and pussy juice. I stupidly tried to hide my bouncing boner with my hands. Joan looked me over as though I were the dessert cart at a fancy restaurant.

"Don't try to hide that hard-on now. That ship has sailed. I could see your equipment all the way from the back of the club."

I heard myself stutter and stammer like a kid who got caught doing something naughty.

"We were just... I guess the fundraiser got a bit out of hand... I guess I'll get going... nice to meet you."

I tried to back away but Joan grabbed my hands to shake them; getting a good, close look at my throbbing, drooling cock.

"My, my... I knew there was going to be a slime cannon event, but I got the feeling from Ms. Stone that the 'victim' was much less... impressive."

Angie spoke up.

"There was a mishap and Randy had to fill in at the last minute."

Joan placed her hands against my flat, sculpted pecs.

"I have a notion that no one complained. You certainly got this boy all greasy."

Angie had gotten me so crazy horny that my cock was again pointing straight up against my ripped abs. Standing there naked and being felt up by this cougar wasn't helping the situation. I wondered if I could slip off to the dressing room and quickly crank one out. I managed to release myself from Joan's grip.

"Been very nice meeting you, Joan; I guess I should get cleaned up and get out of your hair."

"Well, you are a VERY dirty boy. Unfortunately, the shower in the dressing room isn't working. That's why I'm here. I'm expecting the plumber."

"Oh... Ok... I guess I could just towel off..."

Joan looked over at the side of the stage where Angie stood. During my conversation with Joan, Angie had slipped away and returned wearing her white shirt and black slacks.

"Dear... I think you can run along. I can handle getting this dirty boy cleaned up. Give my best to Ms. Stone. Now I'm very glad that I donated the use of the club."

I knew I wasn't thinking straight. All the blood had drained from my brain into my cock. I was crazy horny and ready to do anything to get my rocks off. Joan came up behind me and grabbed my ass.

"My gawd... your ass is as hard as marble!"

She put her arms around me and began stroking my torso, squeezing my hard, flat pecs and running her fingers through the cum gutters of my ripped abs. Then she grabbed my cock and started slowly stroking me. My whole body was still slick with lube. It felt fantastic.

"Holy shit I need 3 hands to hold this monster! Yes you are indeed a very dirty boy. I like dirty boys. After all, I run an all-male dance troupe, but none of them get quite THIS dirty."

"Er... ma'am... uh... Joan... I'm sorry I made a mess on the floor... I'm trying out these new herbal pills... I guess the party and all the ladies looking at me got me a bit excited."

She continued milking my dick, concentrating on the swollen and sensitive rim of the head. She was obviously no stranger to giving hand jobs.

"You're more than a bit excited chum. This is a treat for me. I don't get physical with my dancers... usually... or I wouldn't be able to keep discipline in the troupe."

I could feel the orgasm rising in my balls. Pill-powered cum was pouring from my piss slit on to the stage floor.

"You're as hot as any of my dancers and certainly more hung. I'd love to finish you off... but I am expecting the plumber."

She released her grip on my manhood just as I was about to blow my wad. I stood there, naked, slippery, horned-up and frustrated. I REALLY needed to cum!

"I guess if you have a towel or something I could clean myself up a bit so I can get dressed and go home. I'll help clean the stage if you have a mop or something."

"That won't be necessary. And I do have a way for you to get washed up. The stage is equipped with an overhead shower of sorts and the stage floor has built in drains. We sometimes use them during shows for a rain or shower room effect. The water isn't terribly hot but it is at least comfortably warm."

As she walked off into the wings I found myself staring at the way the black leather slacks clung to her butt. I wasn't aware that I was also stroking my cock. Joan returned with what looked like a very small towel.

"This will help you get cleaned off. It makes a lot of lather when it gets wet. We sometimes use them in the shows. It should help wash all that slippery goo off of you."

She again went into the wings and fiddled with some equipment. First some slow, sensual and slightly cheesy music started playing over the club sound system. Next, the lights on the stage changed to a very torrid red. Then, as she had mentioned, warm water began to rain down on me. I realized that I was expected to give her something of a show. At this point, my cock was so hard and I was so horned-up that I didn't care.

Joan seated herself at one of the ringside tables closest to the stage. Even from the stage I could see that she had unbuttoned her red silk blouse to her navel. Even without a bra, her breasts were squeezed together displaying some tempting cleavage. I got the large towelette wet and began to lather myself up. Showering on stage in the middle of an empty nightclub; empty except for one eager voyeur; was a new experience. To say that I felt both exposed and aroused would be an understatement.

"Oh dear, I suppose I could have gotten one of the rolling privacy screens we use in the shows... but I don't want to because this is a treat for me. My business license doesn't allow for male frontal nudity with onsite liquor sales so I can't do this sort of thing in my shows. Besides, I try to avoid getting personally involved with my dancers. You really are an eyeful... and at least two handfuls."

What with the red lighting and the cheesy music; not to mention the shower water, I felt as though I was in a cheap porno movie, but I went along with it. As I lathered myself up I made sure to stretch, flex and crunch my various muscles; showing my body off to best advantage. Joan must have liked what I was doing because she bared her breasts and began playing with her nipples. I turned around to give her a good look at my butt.

As I soaped up my muscular legs I slowly bent forward and clenched my ass cheeks. Then I spread my cheeks, exposing my manhole. I very slowly pushed one of my soapy fingers inside. I made sure to let out a few very masculine grunts. Joan yelped as though she were having an orgasm. In a shot she was onstage behind me. She yanked my finger away, spread my cheeks apart and started fucking my butt hole with her tongue. I had to grab my ankles to keep my balance.

Joan's tongue darted in and out of my hole. It felt amazing. My balls were churning and my cock was throbbing. I could feel the orgasm rising within me. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I quickly stood up and faced Joan. She seemed to know I was close. I started rapidly milking my cock. Joan slapped my hands away, grabbed my turgid member with both her hands and began frantically pumping.

My entire body shuddered as two... three... four... five ropes of hot cum erupted up and out from my piss slit drenching her face and tits. She scooped up some of my hot jizz with her fingers and put it in her mouth.

"Mmmm, so tasty. It's almost sweet!"

I stood there, letting the falling water rinse the soap and cum off of my body. Joan stared at me hungrily. My erection was taking it's time deflating. Joan walked into the wings again. She turned off the water, the red lighting and the music. I suddenly felt very exposed. I attempted to hide my still swollen cock with my hands. Joan returned carrying a very small terrycloth towel. She had also re-buttoned her blouse.

"Here... my boys sometimes use these in the show. It's not a very large towel, but it should get you dry enough to get dressed."

I started to head for the dressing room.

"You'd better dry off here. I wouldn't want you to slip and fall."

It seemed as though Joan had not yet had her fill of me so I tried to make the best of the situation. She stood very close to me as I attempted to dry off.

"I've been thinking of creating some 'members only' events. I would start a private club and charge a fee and hold occasional 'private' events with an open bar and get around the 'no male nudity with liquor sales' restriction. Do you think you might be interested in maybe stripping... or showering... or something at such events?"

"Well I'm not a professional dancer... and I might have to ask my agent."

"You'll find a stack of my business cards in the dressing room. I don't need an answer now. Just think about it."

She placed a hand on one of my flat, chiseled pecs and ran her fingers along my cum-gutter abs and down the shaft of my still semi-hard cock.

"Yes... I can think of a number of things I would like you to do. Well, you had better get dressed and be on your way. I wonder where that plumber can be."

I hurriedly dressed and drove home. I no sooner got in the door to my apartment when I had to strip naked and crank out another load. I was sure Joan and I would meet again.