“No, I don’t think so,” I said.
“Well, it was really my friend Momoko’s idea. You remember I told you about her?”
“The girl you sit next to in class, who knows all about bondage gear?”
“That’s right! You were paying attention! I wasn’t sure.”
The idea that I could not be paying attention when Natsuko told me about her kinky schoolfriend was so absurd that I could only reply by kissing her and tweaking her naked breasts with my fingers.
“Mm’mm! Nice! How about putting some nipple-clamps on me and screwing them real tight and seeing if you can make me scream?”
This was a few weeks after Natsuko’s first experience in my torture-chamber, and she had been making rapid progress in that branch of her education.
“Later. I want to hear about the club.”
“Promise?”
“Yes.”
“Really tight? The nice battery ones that give me random electric shocks?”
“Yes, those. Really tight. And then you can put something on and we’ll go out for a walk and see if you can behave as if nothing’s happening to you.”
“You do have lovely ideas. Let’s do it now!”
“The club.”
“Oh, all right. Well, Momoko suggested one day that it wasn’t really enough, just meeting boys our own age and stroking and kissing their cocks and letting them come all over us. I mean, that’s nice, but girls our age are much more grown-up than boys our age, don’t you think? Some of us had already found grown-up lovers—you know, like me with you and the other men I fuck—and she thought it was time we had regular meetings.”
“Sort of orgies where you could exchange partners and learn from each other?”
“That’s right! How did you guess?”
“I’m beginning to know how your sexy little mind works,” I said teasingly.
“Well, it seemed a good idea to some of us, but the first problem was where to meet. Then we found the gymnasium was never normally used after school, and there’s plenty of room there. And mats to lie on and so on.”
“Doesn’t anyone check it or clean it when it’s supposed to be empty?”
“Well, yes: the janitor does that. But we found a way of persuading him to let us use it undisturbed for a couple of hours after school Monday to Thursday.”
She didn’t explain how he was persuaded, and was staying persuaded: it wasn’t difficult to guess.
“So how big is your club?” I asked instead.
“About thirty girls. Mostly from my class—sixteen-year-olds, and a few from the class above. But they tend to be a bit bossy and think they know it all.”
I knew about girls like that. On the whole I preferred younger ones like Natsuko. They had nicely developed bodies, and were obsessed with sex the way girls should be, but were still eager to learn more from men like me.
“And what sort of men come to your meetings?” I asked.
“Older men. Men like you. Those of us who have older lovers invite them along and share them.”
“Share them, do they?”
“That’s right. You wouldn’t mind being shared, would you?”
The thought of being shared by thirty sex-crazed naked teenaged girls was, well, attractive.
“And you girls try out each other’s men?”
“That’s right. You won’t mind watching me being fucked by the others, will you?”
I tried to look severe, but the thought of watching a delighted Natsuko being passed joyfully from lover to lover was too arousing. Or perhaps it was her clever fingers stroking my cock.
“You don’t seem to mind when I do it at parties,” she continued, pouting prettily. “I mean, I love being your personal slut when we are alone together, and I adore the things you do to me, but I want to be promiscuous just like you are.”
I had taught Natsuko the words “slut” and “promiscuous” as part of my effort to improve her English. They suited her and she seemed to enjoy saying them.
“After all, once I start on my career …”
I had given Natsuko the free run of my growing collection of Japanese video porn, which had reinforced her determination to work in the sex industry and to star in porn videos herself when she was old enough.
“Well, when shall I come to a meeting?” I asked.
“Let me see. Today’s Sunday …”
Indeed it was. That evening I would have to send Natsuko back to her parents, prepared with innocent tales about sharing time with schoolfriends; and then she would be back at school for the week.
“How about Monday, then?” I said.
“No, better make it Tuesday. And will you promise me something? After I leave this evening, please don’t have any sex till then … I want you on top form.”
“I’ll do my best not to let you down,” I said.
She giggled.
“I’m sure you won’t. But we call it the Rock-Hard Club because … well, I expect you’ve guessed. We like the men to have really nice erections. Oh, and as you’ll be new, there’ll be a little test for your first time. Just to make sure you meet our standards. I expect you’ll pass easily. But you see how important it is to build up an appetite.”
“OK,” I said.
The thought of those thirty nude teenage girls was making me rock-hard already. Later I wished I hadn’t been so casual about agreeing to this test.
Natsuko climbed over me, taking care to rub her firm breasts lightly over my face. As usual, her breasts had an attractive, funky smell. She liked our first fuck each time we met to end with me coming all over them, after which she rubbed the creamy cum well into the skin. She had read in some teenage magazine that it was important for a young girl to do that every day as part of her beauty régime: it would make her breasts grow bigger while remaining firm and silky smooth. I don’t know the name of the magazine but I’d like to find out so I can write and thank them for performing such a useful public service. I have no idea whether what they claim is true, but obviously the more girls that believe it the better. I had never asked Natsuko how she managed on the days we did not meet: I am sure she had no difficulty finding other men to help her.
Having teased me enough with her breasts—well, she thought it was enough—Natsuko scrambled out of bed on my side and opened the big drawer where I keep an assortment of sex-toys. She chose a pair of nipple-clamps with battery packs attached.
“These will be lovely,” she declared. “Just right for wearing in public. Under a top if you absolutely insist. Shall we have a bet on how long I can stand it?”
“The batteries should last at least two hours,” I said evasively. Natsuko always won bets like that.
“Well, make sure they’re fully charged,” she said severely. She stood up, pulled on the tight microskirt she had been wearing when she arrived, and stepped into her high heels. She raised her arms above her head and took up a charming pose.
“Now attach them for me.”
I took up the pretty clamps in turn, needing both hands to pull the springs open. Then, first one and then the other, I fixed the little instruments tenderly to her breasts. As I released the steel jaws they bit lusciously into her hard nipples. Then at her insistence I adjusted them to the highest settings of both bite and random electrical charge.
“Ooh, lovely!” she breathed.
I suppose there must be some limit to the amount of pain Natsuko can accept and turn into sexual excitement, but neither of us has been able to find it.
“I know!” she went on, “we can go to the sex-shop and buy that lovely whip we saw last week! Don’t you think we just have to have it?”
The whip was a cat-o’-nine-tails, a beautiful instrument, its long lashes unusually made out of thin strands of knotted whipcord rather than leather strips. Natsuko had lusted after it ever since she had seen it: I don’t know which was stronger, her longing to feel it caressing her naked body or my desire to use it on her. What she didn’t know was that I had been back to the shop during the week and bought it. I was keeping it as a surprise.
“Well, maybe,” I said dubiously. “But it is rather expensive.”
“Oh, you’re so mean,” she pouted. “All I want is to be tied up and whipped. Is that so much to ask? Still,” she went on, “you did buy me these lovely nipple-clamps. Now let’s go out so I can enjoy them in public.”
“Better put some more clothes on first.”
“Oh, all right … but wouldn’t it be nice not to have to?”
“Yes,” I said, enjoying the sight of her dancing round the room. “Very. But I don’t think Tokyo is ready for it yet. Keep it for private parties and so on.”
She giggled, and slipped on a sleeveless top. It was loose enough to hide the clamps and the little batteries hanging from them, and just long enough to cover her breasts leaving her flat tummy bare. I noticed she hadn’t bothered to put on any panties under the microskirt. But I didn’t complain.
She would have won her bet if we had made one. As we wandered through the busy shopping streets of a Tokyo Sunday, the only sign she gave of what was happening under her clothes was to ask occasionally to borrow my handkerchief to wipe away the cunt-juice that was dripping down her bare thighs. But I knew her well enough to tell how much being naked under the tight microskirt, and the exquisite torture of the steel instruments biting into her pretty young breasts, were stimulating her. The shy, innocent look on her face told me she was holding herself back from the point of orgasm only by a great effort. When we got home she begged me to fuck her hard, and I needed no persuasion—I was almost as desperate for it as she was. I pushed the microskirt up round her waist, and took off her top—carefully, so as not to disarrange her nipple-clamps. She kept them screwed to her breasts as we made love. Natsuko enjoys mingling pain and pleasure. It’s one of the things I most enjoy about her.
“What shall we do first?” she asked.
“Sit on my face,” I ordered her. “All that lovely cunt-juice is going to waste.”
She wriggled quickly into position and squealed with pleasure as I thrust my tongue deep into her delicious cunt, trying to lick up all the nectar it contained—which of course only made it produce more. Then without warning she pissed into my mouth and I had the extra pleasure of the delicious fresh-tasting golden shower which only a young girl can give you. Of course I then pretended to be displeased with her which gave me an excuse to spank her; after which her pretty pink bottom aroused me so much that I took her from behind, finishing at last in her mouth.
Then it was time to deliver her to the friend’s house where she would change out of her sexy clothes into her school uniform before going home. Normally that would be my last sight of her until the following Friday evening. I hadn’t told her, but that evening would be devoted to a long, long session with the new whip: starting with gentle tickling and teasing, building up to a fierce climax as she screamed and begged for more. And on Saturday we were invited to a sex-party. But first there was Tuesday.
“Don’t forget,” she said as we got out of the car. “Tuesday, school gymnasium, after class.”
“How could I forget?”
“And remember: no sex till then. I want you rock-hard the moment you come through the gym door. You promised.”
She kissed me, and wriggled her naked body provocatively against me through her tight skirt. I thought of the thirty nude sex-crazed teens who would be waiting for me in two days.
“All right. I promise.”
***
I managed it somehow. Since coming to live in Japan I had almost forgotten what sexual frustration was like. The Western high-school cock-teasers who would keep a man desperate for weeks before—perhaps—consenting to give him a clumsy hand-job belonged in the past. If a Japanese girl fancies you she lets you know soon enough and then your only problem is deciding which hole to take her in. Of course my suffering was all in the good cause of making the most of what Natsuko had promised me—but thinking of that was no good. It just made me want to masturbate.
At last it was Tuesday afternoon and I was on the subway to Shibuya. Sitting opposite was a sweet girl in a dear little miniskirt, her gloved hands neatly folded over the handbag on her lap, her plump knees primly together as if they were guarding buried treasure—as of course they were. In my frustrated condition I soon began to fantasise about her … We left the train at the same station; she dropped something on the platform; I picked it up for her and she thanked me with pretty confusion; we went up the escalator together, I standing close to her and she not objecting; soon I was guiding her with gentle touches on her waist and bare arms down the street towards a love-hotel …
I came back to reality with an obvious erection. It was obvious to her too: she had guessed she was the cause of it, and was blushing prettily and trying not to giggle.
Fortunately the next station was my stop.
I knew the way to Natsuko’s school. There had been a time when I had come there to pick her up for weekend sex sessions, until we decided it was more discreet to meet at the “safe houses” set up by schoolfriends with less restrictive, or less observant, parents. From Natsuko’s description I soon found the side door to the gymnasium. I had been worried I might be stopped and asked what I was doing there, but no one noticed me or cared if they did.
Natsuko was waiting for me and ran to meet me as I came in. She was nude, and her firm breasts bounced delightfully as she ran. She was followed by two other girls, both wet dreams in their sweet young nudity. Natsuko jumped into my arms, and for a few moments I concentrated on kissing and stroking her. But the other two girls made it clear they expected a share of the action too, and soon my arms and hands were full.
“Take your clothes off and put them over there,” said Natsuko as soon as she could speak.
I went over to the bench in the corner and undressed. I sneaked a quick look round. The gymnasium was fairly small, but equipped with the usual ropes, square cushions for falling or lying on, and sets of parallel bars along the walls. More interesting, it was full of pretty teenaged girls, all nude. There seemed to be only two other men: one Japanese, the other a swarthy gaijin. Both were surrounded by clouds of nude femininity. Groups of girls who couldn’t get near the men were lying or sitting on the floor cushions, kissing and stroking each other. So far everything looked remarkably promising. All this visual stimulation, on top of two days of abstinence, gave me an erection of which I hoped Natsuko would approve.
She did. She stroked it gently with one hand while waving the other vaguely at her two friends.
“This is Tomoko, this is Shizue. Tomoko was sixteen months ago like me, Shizue has only just had her birthday but she’s very advanced.” Shizue smiled shyly and wriggled an almost hairless pussy at me. “We three are yours this afternoon—at least to begin with. But of course you’re free to have any girl you want. Now please come over here—we have a special area reserved just for us.”
I had to follow Natsuko: she was still holding my erect cock. The other two girls hung onto my arms and squirmed delightfully against me as we moved towards one of the sets of parallel bars. Almost as soon as we got there I found my arms were no longer free. With an almost simultaneous click my wrists were fixed into bondage cuffs already padlocked to the bars. In my anxiety I felt my erection start to droop despite Natsuko’s expert stroking.
“Now,” she said in a businesslike manner, “you remember I said there would be a little test. It’s very simple and you’ll enjoy it. We like our men to have rock-hard erections. All the time. Human dildos, you see. What you have to do is hold your erection for at least an hour. You’re not to come, whatever we do to you.”
The other two girls, now kneeling in front of me, giggled and began to stroke and lick the sensitive folds at the top of my thighs beside my balls. Whether from that, or from Natsuko’s fingers, my erection was now as strong as ever. My first reaction to imprisonment had of course been anger and an urge to escape. But since then something inside me had insidiously begun to whisper that there were erotic possibilities in my helplessness, and I made no protest when my ankles too were locked to the bars.
“An hour?” I said, incredulously.
“That’s right. We’ll do everything we can to make you come, and you must stop yourself coming. But it’s no use closing your eyes and thinking of something else: you have to hold your erection as hard as possible—just don’t come.”
I suddenly thought of something.
“But that’s not fair, Natsuko!” I said. “I’ve taught you all the things I like best! You know all the tricks that make me come!”
“Yes, I do, don’t I?” she said, and did something irresistible with the tip of her tongue to the underside of my balls.
“Hey!” I said, “What happens if I can’t manage it? Suppose I fail?”
“You can take the test again as often as you like. That man over there—” she stopped what she was doing and pointed at the gaijin “—had to try six times before he managed it. Now he’s one of our favourite human dildos. Right, are you ready to start?”
“Haven’t we started already?”
“No, that was just a warm-up. You’ll soon find out what we can do when we really want to tease you. Won’t he?” she added to the other girls.
They giggled and laughed. Obviously they were confident of their ability to break any will-power I might still have. Looking over their delicious naked bodies I rather agreed with them. But the insidious something inside me made me want to try at least to prove them wrong.
“Shall I start the clock?” asked Tomoko.
Natsuko nodded, and she pressed a button on a big timer on the wall. It was angled so that I couldn’t see the figures. Clearly I wasn’t to be allowed to know how much time I still had to endure their treatment.
Tomoko and Shizue knelt in front of me and began a skilful joint licking of my cock, one of them occasionally slipping the head into her mouth. Natsuko continued her expert tonguing of my balls. Well, this was going to be hard, but I thought I could resist their efforts for a while at least. Just take it a minute at a time, I told myself.
But of course that was only the beginning. The others gathered round to watch and do their best to stimulate me. Several lesbian couples stretched out on the mats where I couldn’t avoid watching them in their love-making. The gaijin man was brought over to me by his group of lovers, who spread him out on his back and showed me what was in store for me if I could only pass this test—some took it in turns to squat over his face while others competed for his cock.
Those were just the visual effects. Girls were now squirming up against me, rubbing their cunts and breasts delightfully against my hips and chest. It was unbelievably frustrating to feel all this willing pussy so close to me and not to have my hands free. One girl climbed up the bars and began to kiss me, her tongue pressing harder and harder into my mouth. Another was stroking any part of me she could get at, and began a running commentary:
“Wouldn’t you like to fuck me? Wouldn’t you like to feel how wet and ready my pussy is? My arsehole is so small and tight—all my lovers want to fuck me there. Are you dreaming of coming in my mouth? You can if you like! I love the taste of cum. I give the best head of any of us, even though I’m one of the youngest. All the boys say so. My name’s Sachi. Do you want to know how old I am? I’m not going to tell you, I’ll let you imagine me whatever age you like fucking best. But I want so much to be fucked. You want me, don’t you? You can’t stop thinking about how lovely it would be to fuck me. Perhaps I’ll let you fuck my tight little arse. You want to do that, don’t you? I want you to! Come inside me! Come in my mouth, just to begin with!”
She slipped down to the floor, pushed Tomoko and Shizue out of the way and began to suck me. It was easy to believe she gave the best head of any girl in the group.
Holding back from orgasm was becoming dreadfully difficult, but in a strange way I was enjoying it. I had never imagined I might get pleasure from this kind of extreme frustration, but while my whole body trembled with lust it somehow gave me satisfaction to hold my orgasm in abeyance, to sway between letting it rise almost to the point of no return and then pushing it back just far enough.
The girls were experts in tormenting men, and soon realised I had found a technique they would have to beat. They stopped sucking my cock, and for a few minutes limited themselves to petting and stroking me. Gentle hands and mouths travelled over my chest, and clever little fingers investigated the cleft in my arse. I got my breath back and began to feel I was on the way to winning—which was no doubt what they intended. I even allowed myself to daydream about Sachi, the little sweetheart who loved giving head, imagining fucking her at a sex-party until I was exhausted, and then lending her to my friends until I was ready for her again. But then there was movement below me. A girl—was it her? I hoped so, and dreamt dangerously that it was—was standing with her back to me. She leant forward while friends supported her and lifted her bottom to the level of my cock. Surely they weren’t going to …? Yes, they were! They held her tiny rosebud open while eager little hands eased my erection slowly into it. I was groaning helplessly now, and I could hear her squealing with that mingled pain and lust which a man loves best to hear from a girl.
Of course I adore fucking girls in the arse, especially young girls whose rosebuds are so fresh and tight. But I have never fucked an arse as hot and delicious as hers. How on earth had so young a girl learned to grip a man like that, to make the muscles of her anus ripple along his shaft so delightfully?
I called myself sharply to order. I would fuck this arsehole—and how I would fuck it!—later in the evening; but now my job was to resist her temptation and not let her succeed in what she was doing to me. Somehow I called up the technique I had developed and, just in time, choked back my orgasm. She could tell I was resisting her, and pressed her bottom even harder against me. I felt as if my cock was deeper inside her than it had ever been inside a girl before, the muscles of her tight anal passage rippling up and down its length. It was a battle of wills, she determined to squeeze every drop of cum from my balls, I equally determined to frustrate her while giving her delicious arse the best fucking it had ever had.
We rocked endlessly to and fro, I somehow managing to hold myself just on the right side of orgasm. I concentrated firmly on the passing time, and stopped my mind dwelling at all on the enchantment of the little darling who was fucking me. At last—
“Time!” cried a girl. “He’s done it! He’s won!”
There was clapping and cheering. But I had come to love the sensation of balancing on the very edge of an orgasm and wasn’t going to give it up so easily. Sachi’s friends were still holding her firmly in position for me. I allowed myself just a tiny bit of increased risk as I pressed even further forward into her delicious arsehole. Otherwise I saw no reason why we should not continue as before indefinitely.
I had reckoned without Natsuko. She was still squatting between my legs, occasionally trying to make me lose control by licking my balls and tickling my buttocks. Suddenly I felt a long finger enter my own arsehole, twisting and tickling and making any further restraint impossible. I heard myself groan loudly as the load of cum that had been gathering in my balls for the past hour forced its way down my cock and into Sachi’s sweet bottom. As she felt its progress she squealed and wriggled, begging me to cum, to torment her, to pleasure her …
My bonds were suddenly released. My orgasm was so intense there was no way I could continue standing. I collapsed onto the mats on the floor, still plugged into Sachi, cuddling her, my hands free at last to stroke her cunt, to tweak her firm young breasts.
“Congratulations!” said Natsuko. “I knew you could do it.”
“I want to take the test again,” I said firmly.
“But you don’t need to do that! You’ve passed—didn’t you understand?”
“It wasn’t long enough,” I said. “I want to see if I can last more. Perhaps an hour and a half next time?”
“Yes!” said Natsuko excitedly. “And we’ll make it much more difficult for you! Won’t we, girls?”
They giggled excitedly. A sweet smile passed over Sachi’s innocent face.
“I hardly tested him at all!” she said. “I was just playing with him a bit.” She looked up at me angelically. “Next time I take you in there I’ll hold you so you’ll never get out again.”
“I won’t want to,” I said.
She giggled delightfully. The others joined in excitedly. I tried to imagine what being really tested by these girls would feel like. Especially by Sachi. The idea was giving me a renewed erection. What on earth had I let myself in for? Whatever it was, I wanted it.
“I know!” Sachi was saying. “If he wants a proper test, why don’t you just leave him to me? If I really work on making him come, he won’t last ten minutes!”
“Yes, I’d like that,” I said.
The others protested that it wasn’t fair: they wanted to be part of the test too. They began to argue about the best ways of breaking my resistance.
“I’ll make him promise to go longer without sex next time,” said Natsuko firmly. “Then he’ll be really desperate to come, and can’t possibly resist!”
But my mind was elsewhere, making plans. I was free now to come to the gymnasium sessions any afternoon I liked. I intended to spend a lot of that time in Sachi’s mouth, cunt and arse. Weekends would continue to be taken up with Natsuko, of course; but perhaps Sachi’s family circumstances might allow her to come with me to special parties on weekday evenings. I was longing to show off this deliciously depraved teen to my friends. Meanwhile, I had unfinished business with Natsuko.
“You tricked me into this test, Natsuko-chan,” I said severely. “Don’t think you will escape without very severe punishment as soon as we meet on Friday.”
She looked at me excitedly, her lips parted. At last she swallowed, and said huskily,
“The new whip?”
“The new whip.”
“Oh, yes—please!”
