The Shed

The Shed

by L.T.Hardy

A thudding bass drum pumped loudly through the dark, empty room. The bar was quiet. The dance floor, sparse. It was early. A regular Saturday night at The Shed. I found my locker and undressed. Inside, the familiar blue towel was folded neatly. I wrapped it around my waist before tentatively walking out into the shadowy, lonely dance floor. The spa and sauna room sat to my left, the bar to my right and directly in front of me, the winding spiral staircase. I was becoming a familiar face and making friends with the staff and other patrons. A casual nod hello from the barman suggested a level of security and comfort that I found a sense of nervous acceptance in.

I showered before opening the door to the sauna. Steam bellowed out from within the doorway and my vision was momentarily buried in thick mist. Inside, I could see very little but steam rising from the glowing rocks adjacent the doorway. Once my eyes adjusted, I noticed two strapping men, a little older than me, sitting on the wooden benches along the back wall. There was no acknowledgment of my entry other than a momentary pause in conversation. They were both very large, muscular men with dark features. Their blue towels hugged their abdomens and slight rises could be seen in the crotch area amid the steam rising through the small, enclosed dark space. Water beaded down the walls and oil and sweat dripped ferociously from the two exotic creatures, forming puddles underneath the wooden benches. Between them sat a small, androgenous looking, petite woman with dark shoulder length hair in a neat straight bob. She wore fishnet stockings, black high heels and a black, elegant corset that hugged her skinny waist and held two tiny breasts firmly to her chest. Her dark exotic eyes were layered in black eye shadow and mascara that tapered to either side of her temples. Her sharp jaw line brought me to her pouting thick lips concealed in dark red lipstick that curled dangerously upon my entrance. The petite woman seemed mystically coy in between her two handsome protectors. She looked over towards me and smiled mischievously when I returned her gaze. Her two companions’ barley acknowledged me as they discussed something quietly in another language.

Mystique floated through the room, concealed in every tiny little droplet of steam. The petite woman continued to hold my gaze and an unnerving suspense filled my stomach with butterflies. The glowing rocks brightened and fizzed in the corner. Steam thickened the room, and for a moment my vision of the intriguing threesome was obscured. As the steam settled, I was startled to see the two large men standing before me with foreboding, discerning, purposeful expressions, their menacing frames stood largely over me with closed fists either side of their rippling muscular thighs. The petite woman stood, and I heard her high heels clip the ghostly concrete. Her frame was delicate and feminine, but a cold hardness now dominated the space between us. Her legs, long and thin. Her hips splayed out widely. With each commanding step I noticed her ample bottom wobble and jiggle slightly within the tight black elastic of her garter and suspender belt. She came to an assertive stop, standing in between the two large men. With both arms outstretched she cupped the tight muscular bottoms of each man. Like pets obeying their owner they turned, and the trio left the room.

I was left alone. Dazed. Unsure of what had just happened. Imagery ran through my murky mind of Greek gods, ancient orgies and mysticism. I felt a sense of curiosity. A curiosity shrouded in smoke and mirrors, or in this case steam and masculinity. After about 5 minutes, I too retreated from the steam room. I headed straight for the shower, hoping the cold water may provide some clarity. As I entered the large, bright, multi tapped shower space, the mystical trio stood intimidatingly calm, in waiting. The petite woman was in front with her two studs in tow. Her long skinny, elegant legs in black fishnet stockings were a contrast to the ghostly white of the bathroom tiles behind her. Her tightly wrapped corset beckoned me for second, third and fourth looks. With hands on her hips, gently swaying from side to side I was filled with seduction and anticipation. The petite woman gave me an entrancing look. It was flirtatious yet cold and dominant and demanding. The droning, tribal dance music thumped through the large open room into the shower area and as the petite woman captured my desire her stunningly beautiful exotic smile stole the breath out of my body. Her shoulders gently rolling with the looming rhythm. The two chiselled gentleman now acknowledged me. A gruff, straight-faced nod before an evil chuckle shared between them that gave me the impression that they knew something that I did not.

I floated in and out of a dream before the petite woman nodded instructively to her generals. The two large men hovered over my slight frame. In the full light I noticed the first man had a smoothly waxed chest whilst the second man had a generous thick covering of dark hair that plunged towards his belly button. My towel was removed, and the two brutes began washing me thoroughly from head to toe. I stood facing the wall, my palms out, leaning up against the cold, dark grey tiles. My chest and arms were soaped as the hot rinsing water washed over me. Large, strong hands rubbed my back, my legs, my stomach, my buttocks. The smooth chested man reached around, washing my penis. My foreskin was pulled back allowing the water to cleanse the head and tip. The thick haired man pulled the cheeks of my bottom apart and lathered my ass hole and buttocks with soap. When they had finished, the petite woman once again nodded, before a towel was thrown over me and I was briskly dried.

When the towel was removed from my head, the petite woman stood dangerously close, almost eye to eye. She looked me up and down. I felt her peering into my soul. Searching, wondering if I had the metal for whatever she had planned. Once the enchantress seemed satisfied, she turned and led her handsome exotic men towards the stairs. I took the terrorising expression on their faces as instruction to follow. I was lead through the main bar area. I was completely naked. Other patrons looked on in disbelief. I heard the clip of the petite woman’s high heels on each step as we ascended the spiral staircase. The droning tribal dance music continued to pump through the building. It could be heard, even felt, throughout the dark chasm of the tunnels before me. As I ventured inwards, the loud music from downstairs became softer and the noises of banging and men loudly moaning could be heard from deep within the maze of the play area. Navigating the long thin, winding corridors and open rooms was tricky. My eyes took a long time to adjust. I walked past one room and poked my head in. An attractive young woman was bent over, backing herself purposefully onto a massive penis as she knelt on all fours upon a black leather mattress in the middle of the room whilst several other men stood hovering, watching and stroking themselves.

I continued into the darkness. Around the next corner I heard more loud banging coming from the room adjacent. Again, I poked my head in. This time, two young, feminine looking men were on their knees sucking the cocks of a group of men in front of them. The two submissive men were skinny and dressed in black leather bdsm gear with chrome studs across the straps that clipped together and held the leather to their chests. The sucking was ferocious and intense. I stood in the doorway for a minute or two watching in a complete trance. Eventually I continued down the corridor and as I neared the corner, I could hear a faint slapping sound and a gentle moaning coming from within the room. The voice of the person moaning sounded peculiar. I couldn’t quite place the sound, but it filled me with intrigue. The door was slightly ajar. I first noticed the large exotic man with the smooth chest. He was kneeling at the foot of the bed, stroking himself while he sucked the penis of the second exotic man who was lying on his back on a black mattress in the centre of the room. I could only see their profiles. The petite woman, stood behind the smooth chested man, slightly bent over, slapping him on the on the buttocks. When she noticed me in the doorway, the petite woman signalled the smooth chested man to stop. The huge bulk of a man stood and turned to me with his freshly shaved, smooth, muscular chest heaving. I was then forcefully ushered into the dark room. The man lying on the bed lay motionless with his huge biceps curling up to rest underneath his head.

The smooth chested man began softly rubbing his hand across my chest and my stomach. In the dim light my penis began to form. It beamed and stiffened out into the room. The smooth chested man nodded, and my exposed, submissive position put a sadistic smile on the face of the petite woman. She stepped up onto the bed, sitting upon the torso of the man lying down, she leant forward on the huge, exotic, frame below her gripping his thighs and digging her fingernails into his flesh. She signalled for me to come forward. The smooth chested man directed me towards the bed. The petite woman reached down between her mysterious thighs and began stroking the eye watering large penis underneath her. The peculiar moaning returned. So, too did the intrigue I felt in listening to her voice. It sounded camp. Her androgyny now escalated to a point where my naivety dawned on me heavily before my eventual awakening. The petite woman stood, and the smooth chested man began removing her underwear. I round the foot of the bed. My eyes locked intently on the petite woman and like a painting that follows you around a room, her eyes mischievously locked onto mine. Her gaze was completely full of lust. As I faced her now, I felt an incredible jolt of excitement, like electricity running through my body. I felt a mixture of confusion and intrigue and arousal and deep, heavy lust. A beautiful uncut penis, semi erect, flopped helplessly between her legs. The fishnet stockings featured a small slit at the front where the petite woman’s penis was exposed and free.

The man lying on his back smiled up at me with an evil intent in his eye. His penis was now being guided into the petite woman’s ass hole. It slipped in smoothly, easily, all the way to the base of his nine-inch cock. The petite woman looked at me lustfully and leant forward in a grinding seductive rhythm. She kissed me firmly and violently before giving the smooth chested man a further nod of instruction. I hadn’t noticed but he had started stroking my penis and cupping my bottom. My now fully erect penis was dripping with precum. The petite woman slowly grinded away on the large cock with that same sadistic smile of delight. Wrapping her arms around my neck. Her soft feminine lips tasted sweet. I noticed my hands and arms beginning to explore the exotic goddess’s body. Down her back, over her backside. My hands, cupping her round, petite yet ample bottom. I gripped her thighs, wandering and discovering all the delightful contours of her body. Firm, tight skin over lean soft muscles invited me to grip and grab and probe. Her body felt hard in places and yet soft and supple in others. Her shoulders were broad, and her core was strong. Her hand left my neck, and found its way to my crotch, gently stroking my penis.

With a slow, lustful, pleasuring release, the petite woman lifted herself gradually off the man below her and began adjusting her position to be on all fours. She then gave the smooth chested man another nod. Instructions of some kind, and with her bottom now up in the air, the smooth chested man took the gesture as an invitation and hastily inserted himself inside the petite woman’s bottom. She let out a loud, deep moan. The onslaught was fast and rapid and immediate. The penetration was heavy. Her lips now locked around my penis, barely able to maintain the sucking sensation while her bottom was spread and deeply annihilated. The other muscled stud lay next to them guiding the action and occasionally spanking the fit, tight, muscled bottom of the smooth chested man with a violent open hand. The onslaught was violent and brutal. Gasped for air, the petite woman looked up at me with watering eyes and face full of pleasure and bliss. Eventually, she signalled for the charge to stop. Sitting up thoroughly satisfied, I noticed within her satisfaction, her beauty was alluring. Her sharp jaw line, dark, unblemished skin. Large dark red lips and deep brown exotic eyes, layered heavily in thick black eye shadow captivated my romantic nature. I felt incredibly aroused. My penis was stiff to the core, pre cum continued to ooze from the tip. Between gritted teeth her sadistic smile evaporated, and a frightening chaos cloaked her face as she nodded her next instruction to her two generals. Without hesitation, almost like robots, the large men kicked into action. The man with thick chest hair, held my shoulders and forcefully held me to the bed. I was pinned, face down. My head turned to the right of the bed. The smooth chested man walked behind me as his counterpart held me firmly under his strong grip. The petite woman now appeared next to the bed in my line of vision and knelt, looking deep into my eyes. I felt my knees adjusted to elevate my bottom into the air. The petite woman ran her fingers across my cheek before she took a step back and nodded her approval to the smooth chested man. I felt a large firm lubricated penis press firmly against my bottom. The pressure felt immense before I was penetrated fully. My breath was momentarily knocked out of me as the shaft slid inside me. I felt my asshole retract and push against the large invasive cock. I felt violated and completely dominated. The petite woman stood next to me enjoying every expression on my face as an onslaught of hard, heavy, forceful penetration was unleashed. The petite woman watched with complete satisfaction as my bottom was ripped apart.

The petite woman sat shadowed in the corner of the room with her legs crossed. I lay motionless, retrieving oxygen after the smooth chested man release. Eventually she stood and seductively walked towards the bed. She nodded for the smooth chested man to undo her corset. He untied the straps and dropped it on the floor. Her black bra sat firmly on her chest, containing two small peach size breasts. Her stomach was incredibly flat, and her pubic hair freshly waxed. Her cock and balls were completely smooth. She leant over and kissed me again before lifting her leg over my middle. She sat straddling my lower stomach. Her large erect penis lay with slippery dominance across my belly button. She leaned back, reaching behind herself to stroke my cock and my balls. My penis was still completely erect and bursting with pre cum. The two men stood to either side of the bed and awaited their next instructions. I had the feeling that they had seen this scene before. It was almost routine for both.

The petite woman straddled my core and creaked her neck from side to side calmly. Once she was comfortable and ready, the nod came. Without hesitation the two large men abruptly took both my arms and pinned them behind my head. A condom was rolled down the shaft of my penis. The petite woman lowered herself onto me and with the smooth chested man’s help guided me towards and inside her. At first, I felt resistance. The hole seemed stubbornly tight and retracting but with a little force from the smooth chested man, my penis popped in with lube spilling down my shaft and over my stomach and groin. Slowly rising and falling, the petite woman elevated herself up and down and all over my aching, desperately throbbing, rock hard cock. Her knees lay beside me with her legs tucked under her. Her penis stiff, hanging broadly over my stomach, oozing precum all over my belly button. Her ass hole felt tight and warm. She glided over the head of my penis with ease and increasing repetition. The two men now presented themselves to my submissive yet accommodating mouth. I took the smooth chested man’s penis first. I sucked the tip of his cock while the second man’s penis lay across my face, waiting for me to finish sucking his counterpart. The petite woman grinded and bounced in complete sadistic control. She adjusted her position, bringing her knees up and feet up to be squatting over me. Her large, dark penis pricked up in front of me, now quite erect. It bounced up and down invitingly as she increased her pleasure and dominance. Her moans became louder, and her bottom stretched loosely with each thrust of my penis deep inside her aching hole.

The room felt tense, I could feel a sense of massive build up. Her moans grew louder and deeper. Her voice still confounding me with intrigue. I felt my testicles beginning to fill and tingle with anticipation. The second man left my side and reached down for the petite woman’s penis. He began stroking her violently. I felt my eruption explode deep inside her bottom. My body jolted upright. My muscles rippled and locked. My stomach, convulsing deeply like a wave crashing throughout my whole body in paralysing pleasure. I felt cum shoot up into the petite woman’s body and her ass hole locked onto my penis as I began to sense a similar uprising within her. I had lost control of myself. The second man ripped ferociously on the petite woman’s penis. Her bouncing stopped and her grinding action intensified before I watched her beautiful, dark circumcised cock erupting and spraying cum all over my chest and face and all over the mattress behind me. With her head and shoulders arching back, screaming in delight and pleasure, her breath escaping her and landing heavily in fits of pleasure and gratification.

As she regained her composure the two large men stood back from either side of the bed and maintained an “at ease” stance, awaiting the next set of instructions. The petite woman and I were both sucking in deep heavy breaths. She lifted herself up and off my penis and stood at the foot of the bed. The two large men were at her side instantly and immediately covered her in a towel. The petite woman looked upon my pathetic, submissive, slight frame like a used pitiful toy. The trio then left the room. I lay their motionless, staring at the ceiling. Unsure of where reality began and ended. My mind was spinning, swimming through dark grey water. I lifted myself off the bed and searched for my blue towel. I stumbled out of the room. I felt dizzy and lightheaded. The walls of the corridor warped and ballooned as I zigzagged my way out of the maze. When I reached the landing of the spiral staircase. The club below me jumped with activity, naked bodies sipped drinks, danced flirtatiously, and chatted with laughter and delight. The trio were nowhere to be seen.