Date: Mon, 20 Jul 2015 15:45:20 +0200
From: Don Major <donmajor122@mail.com>
Subject: Pit Club

The following story is a complete work of fiction: Pit Club does not
exist...or at least only in my mind.  I hope you enjoy the story...if you'd
like a particular scene enacting in one of the pits let me know and I'll
see what I can do.  And please donate to nifty to keep this amazing site
open...



After many months of slow, cautious contacts, and the exchange of a
frightening amount of money via BitCoin, I had received a message that I
could now attend Pit Club.  I was to be collected at 6.00pm on a Friday
evening, blindfolded, and driven to a secret location for the weekend.  It
was made clear to me that absolute and total discretion and confidentiality
was expected and offered: the location of the club changed from month to
month, and no member was allowed to swap contact details.  I arrived in the
dark at a windswept location - was that the sea I could hear in the
distance? - and was ushered into what seemed to be a huge, old barn.  Once
inside, my blindfold was removed and a young man handed me a drink, smiling
beautifully as he did so.  "Welcome, Jim" (how did he know my name?) -
"this is your first weekend at Pit Club.  Please take off all your clothes
and leave them in the locker-room.  Erections are mandatory (he grinned as
he said this) and DVDs of the weekend's pleasures will be available from
Sunday lunchtime.  Shows commence every 30 minutes - please respect others'
pleasures, and if you don't like what is happening in one pit, just wait
for the next show to start.  There are 4 pits in the club - and you will
see which one is active at any one time because it will be lit up.  Drinks
are included in your membership and you are free to use other drugs of your
own choice - and you can stay as long as you like: beds are available in
dorms out back if you need them.  Enjoy, Jim!" And with that he was gone...

In the locker-room, I did as instucted and removed all my clothes.  My cock
was already hard and wet with the expectation of what lay ahead, and
although I felt an instinct to hide it, I also realised that doing so was
futile, and pointless given why I was here and what I'd paid a shed-load of
money for.  I knew already that there would be other men just like me here
- men with desires and lusts that are not easily acknowledge and
explored. The screening process to join Pit Club had been exhaustive and
exhausting, involving any email exchanges, Skype exchanges, and umpteen
screening processes to make sure I was genuine.  Now - unbelieveably - I
was here.  Naked, hard and ready...

I emerged from the locker room, taking in the scene around me.  A vast
space - low lighting - men moving around, most hard and wanking.  Around
the walls, large screens, all blank at present, and set into the floor, a
series of pits: spaces dug into the floor and surrounded by railings and
seating.  A bar.  That was it.

In the first pit, as my eyes grew accustomed to the lighting, I saw a man,
about 25, large, shaven headed, naked apart from a pair of brilliantly
white briefs.  He was pure muscle - not in a gym-built kind of way: rather,
he looked like he could be a workman or someone used to outdoors work where
muscle was acquired in a natural way so that it became an integral part of
his frame.  He had some tattoos on one arm - not something I normally find
appealing, but in his case they just added to his general air of solid
masculinity and sexiness.  My cock spontaneously leaked a large drip of
precum onto the floor and I began to rub my own juiciness.  He was sat
sprawled in an old, gold-coloured velvet armchair which had seen better
days but which did the job of supporting his massive frame.  He feet were
turned inwards towards each other, soles touching, and he was smoking
something which - even from the distance I was stood at - smelt aromatic
and spacey.  One hand was shoved into his briefs and he was unashamedly
masturbating himself under their cover, totally indifferent to the crowd of
us who were watching - and who were naked and masturbating too.  His head
was thrown back over the armchair and he was slowly, sensually blowing
smoke into the air as he jacked himself...  His body was virtually
hairless, apart from his legs where fine black hair began to appear about
half-way down his thighs.  His abdomen was muscly and taut...the biceps in
his arms flexed lazily as he either lifted the joint to his lips, or slowly
continued stroking his cock.

From in front of the chair where he was sitting, a door opened, and I saw a
young boy being gently pushed into the pit.  He looked very young and very
anxious as he emerged into the light - he was staring wide-eyed around him
and he obviously didn't realise immediately that he was being ogled by the
crowd of men standing at the edge of the pit.  The guy in the chair was sat
more or less opposite him and so the first thing the boy would have seen
was this massive, nearly naked man, smoking and masturbating.  The man
groaned with lust when he saw the boy - a blonde curly headed angel dressed
only in tight light blue underpants, his body hairless and skinny.  Around
me, I could sense the tension rise, and hear the sound of cocks being
wanked harder - a wet, slapping sound - and breath coming harder and faster
too.

Down in the pit, the man caught the eye of the boy and with an almost
imperceptible movement of his head beckoned him towards him.  The boy moved
unsteadily and uncertainly towards him - the man parted his feet and the
boy moved in between his thighs so that he was facing the man's crotch.
With a quick movement of his hand, and a fast lift of his hips, the man
pulled down his briefs, releasing what can only be described as a
monster-cock - literally a pole of meat about 12 inches long - massive, wet
and obscene.  The men watching from the edge of the pit groaned with lust -
there was a collective hiss of desire - and several murmurs of 'fucking
hell', 'oh my god' and other similar indications of depraved pleasure
ensued.  How on earth a boy of that age would be able to do anything with
that cock seemed unimaginable.  Even the man himself was obviously finding
it tough going to keep a hold of his own massive meat, wet and slimy as it
was...

Now the man reached down to the boy and as easily as if the boy had been a
doll, pushed him onto his knees so that his cock was directly in line with
the boy's face.  The man settled further down into the armchair so that he
could push his cock and balls more easily towards the boy's mouth...and
without any further prompting, as though he knew exactly what was expected
of him, the boy simply opened his mouth and with both tiny hands grasping
the thick monster that was bouncing in front of him, guided the man's
bellend into his mouth.  'Fucking hell' the man next to me said, turning to
smirk at me...'Look up at the screens now'....  I glanced away from the
living reality, to the high definition screens that surrounded us: someone
was obviously filming this from a hidden location in the pit's walls.
There on the screen was an intense close-up of the boy with his tongue
gently lapping at the man's cock-head: he was looking up, with his blue
eyes, directly into the man's face, quite clearly seeking approval for his
technique.  I shifted my gaze back to the pit: it was unbelievable to see
this massive, massive cock being held by a boy who could barely get both
his hands round it.  There was no way the boy would be able to take
anything at all into his mouth -his lips were already stretched tight and
he could barely get the tip of the bellend into it.

None of this seemed to bother the hunk in the chair.  As the boy licked, he
was now masturbating more strongly - pulling his foreskin back to reveal a
beautiful, slimy bellend.  I glanced at the screens again: 'Fuck me' I hear
myself gasp...the close-up shot of the boy's tongue on the cock was simply
amazing.  Beautiful - obscene - but beautiful....  This scene - a fit,
muscled man with a huge cock, being serviced by a beautiful, innocent boy -
was something I'd dreamed of seeing many times - could this be for real?

The man was really going for it now - groaning, moaning and starting to
buck with his hips.  With his free hand he continued to smoke his joint and
in between drags, reached down to pull the boys mouth as hard as he could
onto his meat. The boy was clearly struggling to breathe now - going red in
the face - and when I looked at the screens, I could clearly see precum all
over the boy's face - on his nose, forehead and - most arousingly of all -
on his eyes.  The man's cock was really so huge that the amount of precum
leaking from it was starting to dribble onto the boy's face...it looked
sticky, and the boy was trying his hardest to lick as much of it as
possible into his mouth, gulping wildly to try to take in everything the
man was producing.  Where had this boy learned to be so enthusiastic about
sex, and to be so damn good at it? The way the boy was kneeling made his
briefs stretch tight over his little bum, and on a screen, a cameraman was
obviously enjoying focusing in on the perfect bubble-bum encased in light
blue.

As the boy continued to lick the man's cock, the man sat forward in the
armchair and reached down over his back.  Slowly, he slid his hand down
into the boy's briefs - which were barely big enough to conceal the man's
huge hand. More groans of lust from around me as we watched on the screen
as the man clearly began to finger the boy's crack. The boy's body
stiffened as one of the man's fingers found his hole and began to circle
around it...  Oh god..what a sight.  The boy kneeling, licking away still
at the cock which was the size of a cattle-prod, face dribbled with precum,
and the man, leaning forward and starting to feel around his bum...

The man roughly pushed the boy away from his cock, leaving a long, sticky
string of precum between the bellend and the boys mouth.  He stood.  And
then, moving behind the boy, lifted him, face down and on all fours, onto
the seat of the armchair.  The man's cock was bouncing as he moved - I felt
my own mouth open with desire at the sight of it... I wanted to be down
there, licking the man's cock - and the boy's cunt...

Now the man put both hands on the boy's ass and, feeling under the soft
blue material, gently pulled the boy's briefs down to his knees, revealing
a hairless, pink crack and a beautiful bubble-butt.  The camera was quick
to zoom in on the naked, kneeling boy..more wanking around me, and some men
were unable to hold on any longer, simply releasing themselves with loud,
lustful cries and intense cumloads shot onto the floor.

Now the man was wanking himself hard over the boy's bum and back, and he
was starting to rub his cock against the boy's hole, pushing the sticky
head against the smooth, tite rosebud.  The boy was looking back over his
shoulder at the man; he looked scared, and as the bellend slid up and down
his crack, the boy was trying to move his hips away from the massive
instrument.  But the man held onto the boy's hips and pulled him - not that
gently - back towards his cock.  Clearly, there was no way that cock would
ever get inside the boy, but that wasn't going to stop the man rubbing it
against the cunt, and bringing himself off over it.  The man's head was
back now...his legs were tight, muscles bunching in his thighs...as he
brought himself close to climax.  His right hand was pumping his meat
relentlessly, a blur of movement, and his left hand pulled the boy roughly
back onto himself.  The screen showed that the bellend of the cock had
managed to penetrate the boy's cunt a bit - nowhere near enough to get
inside, but definitely enough for the boy to now be crying out what was
clearly 'No, please, no' but in a language I didn't understand.



Now it was eruption time.  The man spun the boy over onto his back, and
staggered forwards so that his cock was spurting straight into and onto the
boy's face: reaching down, he forced the boy's jaw open so that most of the
cum was delivered right into his mouth.  But there was a huge amount of
cum, far more than the boy could swallow: a lot of it gushed out of his
mouth, but as the man forced his cock into the boy's mouth, the boy snorted
cum out of his nostrils too.  Cum dripped from his hair and blinded his
beautiful blue eyes...and the camera was catching all of this in the most
amazing detail for us all to watch again as often as we liked.  Around me,
man after man was shooting now, reaching orgasm after orgasm.  I could
smell the combined loads of at least 15 men of all ages being spurted out.
Watching the boy's face on the screen, covered in man-jizz, I knew I could
hold back no longer, my hand on my cock moving faster and faster, my
bellend exquisitely sensitised and when I shot, it felt like an electric
jolt through my entire body: there is simply nothing as intense as cumming
to the sight of a boy being used by a man who knows exactly what he wants
and won't hold back until he has had it.

All around, moans of spent lust and murmurs of 'fuck me', 'so damn
hot'... and the lights in the pit began to dim.  I saw the man pick the boy
up, quite gently now, and lift him into his arms.  They walked out of the
pit, naked together, to a round of applause and cries of 'Hell YES!'

Although I felt that I had shot every drop of cum in my body, and I knew I
definitely needed some time out before I'd be ready again, I noticed that
the lights were coming up in another pit, about 10 yards away.  Already,
other men were drifting towards it and I followed.  Now what was going go
happen..?


Hope you have enjoyed the story so far. Donmajor122@mail.com for
comments/suggestions for further pit scenes.