The Investment Society

He was straight. This much he knew. But he also knew that in order to be a member of the Society and have access to the benefits thereof, he would have to do something that would challenge that. The rumours were all there, plain to hear. It was like joining some diabolical fraternity except instead of eighteen-year-olds, it was men much older. At least thirty. And he had never belonged to a fraternity. He had never had to go through an initiation. He had never done much that he considered interesting or edgy. So now was the time?

Thus he knew that he would have to endure something. The stakes were too high not to. This elite group of investors, stock brokers, financial analysts required prospective members endure something. Not just humiliating, but something that would stretch that person's boundaries far beyond what they could have imagined. That was the point. This group did things that stretched financial boundaries with epic results. So it made sense.

But what it was, he had no idea. He was told to go to an address in a very nice part of town, go in the front door of a house, find the basement and wait.

So he did this. The house was big and old. The front door intimidating. It creaked when he opened it and he briefly wondered if this would turn into a sequel to Scream. But the house was quiet and carpeted, richly furnished. There was large mirror in the hall and he had no choice but to see himself, see his blonde hair, see his slightly rumpled suit, see the tense look in his green eyes. He straightened his tie and tucked his shirt in, as if trying to batten down the hatches. Where do these expressions come from?

He found the door to the basement and went down to a large, carpeted room with a pool table and not much else. He stood in the centre, looking around. He wasn't sure what to do, but he knew enough to stand and wait.

A voice crackled over an intercom somewhere to the side of the room.

“Take off your clothes, Matt. Then kneel down.”

He gulped and shut his eyes as if he was praying silently to some gods he wasn't sure where there. But he removed his jacket, and shirt, and pulled his slacks off. His socks. His briefs. He was glad the room was warm. He looked around and saw a little table and he put his clothes on it and returned to the centre of the room and knelt. The carpet felt soft on his shins. His ass felt exposed and he glanced at his cock, all shrivelled and it looked as scared as he felt. He kept telling himself: this is worth it. This will change your life.

He heard footsteps. A door he hadn't noticed before opened, and seven men came in the room, naked. He suddenly remembered the two weeks he had spent in Venice with his then-girlfriend and the wonderful time they had. The amazing sex they had. He longed to back there right now.

And they weren't just naked. They each had a big fucking hard-on. Jesus. He began to get more scared. These cocks must be eight, nine inches. Cut and uncut. Hairy and smooth. White, black, brown. Big balls, not so big balls. More male genitalia than he had ever seen at one time except for the showers at the gym. And more hard cocks than he had ever seen, period. Even in porn. Except for his own.

He remembered his friend Dave's expression when he asked him what he needed to do in order to join. Dave had this smile that was also something else. Disgust? Fear? He couldn't be sure. But Dave had put his name forward to those in charge and he had received an email from an anonymous address with the instructions that he had just followed.

His mouth went dry as the seven men surrounded him. They were standing close to him. Really close. He could smell their bodies. He could feel their heat. And the smell and the warmth was familiar since he had smelt it on himself when he fucked a woman. The smell of a guy who was turned-the-fuck on.

He wondered – a little crazily – what guy sex had to do with investing and making money. But it was a little late for that question. The voice from earlier said through the intercom,

“Are you ready, Matt?”

He looked around, not sure if he should be answering. But he nodded. The voice said, “Good. You are going to do whatever these gentlemen want you to do. No complaints. No bargaining. Understand?”

He nodded again. He felt like he was going to be sick. One of the men stepped close to him. He was slim with curly brown hair and lost of curly chest hair. His dick was uncut and almost looked ready to blow it was so hard and red. It almost touched his mouth. He said, “Lick my cock, Matt.”

Matt felt dizzy and realized he was fighting more nausea, but he leaned forward and tentatively ran his tongue up the underside of the big piece of muscle. It tasted slightly salty and swampy and he realized his mind was blank, and all he could be aware of was the feel of the smooth surface of the dick on his tongue.

He heard the guy's voice above him. “More.”

He licked again, from base to the head. Then again. When his tongue reached the cleft of the cock, his tongue collected a drop of precum which was tart and sweet at the same time. He had tasted his own, so this was no surprise but he was still fighting the potential heaving of his stomach, and the urge to get the fuck out of there. There was too much at stake to run now.

He licked the cock a few more times, then the guy took his dick in his hand and massaged it from base to tip and precum gushed out and formed a big drop that was about to fall. “Lick that up, Matt.”

He was getting used to just going along with things, so he used his tongue to clean off the drop, tasting more sweet and salty precum. It wasn't so bad in the scheme of things. He heard the man's voice again. “Suck the end of my cock, Matt.”

His stomach still churning, he put his lips around the head of the cock and sucked, tasting more juice. The firm smooth flesh felt slippery in his mouth and he wondered what the hell he was doing. It was as if a part of him was on the ceiling watching him going down on a guy, surrounded by other guys who, he could tell, were all stroking their dicks, the smell of testosterone heavy in the air of the room.

He felt the guys hand on the back of his head pushing. He knew what he was meant to do and he tried to relax his mouth, open his throat. And sure enough, the guy pushed his cock deep, all the way in. He felt the head of it pressing against his throat and he gagged.

“Take it, Matt. Don't you dare spit me out. Fucking take my cock!”

The guy pushed and then pulled back, then thrust again. Matt felt a wave of panic and his eyes were watering and he could feel spit running out of the corners of his mouth. The cock went so deep his lips met the guys pubes and he could feel his balls resting on his chin. With all that flesh so close he could smell a spicy, animal scent that he recognized. The smell of sex, of being turned on, of wanting to fuck. He had smelled this way himself, but now it was in his face from another guy.

For a second it was strangely hypnotic, like the smell of all those pheromones was drugging him. His body relaxed and his throat opened, and the cock pushed right in. But then he couldn't breathe and panic returned.

The guy pulled his cock out, followed by a string of spit and pre-cum. “Clean it off, Matt.”

Matt licked up the liquid, licked more precum that was oozing from the tip. He heard a voice from beside him. “My turn.”

Another cock, another guy who, without asking or saying anything, jammed his cock into his mouth in one movement. His brown eyes were intense. Matt's body jolted and he wanted to yell or run, but before he could even think, the guy started to fuck his face with long deep thrusts. It was overwhelming and he gagged a few times, and he wanted to spit the cock out, but he couldn't move.

The guy pulled out and said, “Suck my balls, bitch.”

Matt was dizzy. The guy stepped closer and positioned his hairy sac right over his mouth. The hair on it prickled on his lips, then his tongue. He could taste sweat as he ran his mouth over the the soft but prickly surface of the guy's testicles.

Then a third guy pushed him out of the way. A tall, red-haired guy with a thinner, longer cock. He was getting used to his mouth being used. He was numb. He opened his mouth and took this one in. He even ran his tongue over the surface without thinking. The taste was less intense but the cock went right into his throat and he someone managed to take it.

This longer dick, like a piston, slid over his tongue to the back of his mouth. Each time the guy's hairy balls rubbed against his chin. The guy held his face in his hands. At one point he looked up into pale blue eyes. The guy smiled at him, almost tenderly, which was confusing. He had freckles everywhere: his face, on his chest and arms.

He pulled his cock out and tousled his hair. He leaned down to him and said really quietly in his ear, “I can't wait to see what happens next, Matt. How about you?” To his amazement, the guy kissed him. It was almost too much. For some reason, kissing a guy felt even more wrong than sucking his cock. More personal.

The fourth guy stepped in front of him. He was tall and his skin was burnished and dark, with dark curly hair. His cock was...he couldn't tell how big it was. The guy stepped closer and rubbed his dick on Matt's face, around his cheeks, on his chin, even his forehead. He felt disgusted, feeling streaks of precum drying on his skin. Then the head of this cock was sitting on his bottom lip. The guy just left it there. He finally said, “Can you take this, Matt?”

Not knowing what to say, he just nodded. The guy pushed in, and kept pushing, until the head pushed right into his throat. He managed to take it, but his stomach heaved a few times and he almost choked. The guy stopped moving and massaged Matt's neck almost affectionately. But then he pulled back and forced it back in. And again. And again. Matt's jaw was already sore, and now was sorer. He had a sudden thought of his ex-girlfriend complaining that her mouth was tired. Now he understood.

The fifth guy was smaller but he took Matt's head in his hands and bent his legs so he could really fuck his face. Hard. Matt by this point was completely numb, but at the same time he was getting used to it. It was no different than learning a new baseball skill. One you know, it you just do it.

The sixth guy did much the same, but he was longer and his pale skin was a shock in comparison to the brown guy with the bent knees, and the aggressive thrusting. But this guy with the almost white pubes, the pale hair on his chest, was almost gentle. He caressed Matt's face while he slowly slid in and out, moaning softly. At least he's having a good time, Matt thought. At least someone is.

The seventh guy's cock was thick. It barely went into his mouth. It was the kind of cock, he remembered, that porn stories call a beer can cock. Fuck. He lips were stretched and it was actually painful to take it. The guy didn't seem to care, and jammed it as far he could into Matt's mouth with a grunt. He was a kind of anger in the guy's face. He wanted the pale guy again which was a strange thing to want at a time like this, he thought.

He had his mouth on all seven cocks, seven different lengths and tastes. He wasn't sure what would happen next. The guys looked down at him, stroking their dicks slowly, grinning. He realized they were stroking a little faster, and a couple of them threw their heads back. Another two started kissing. Things were getting a little crazy. Faster and faster, some of them – including the pale guy and they guy who with the curly brown hair– just looked at him, a little smile on their faces.

Matt looked down to the floor, at his knees on the carpet, his sore thighs. His dick was still soft but not as shrivelled up. It looked useless. What was the point of having a dick if you couldn't use it? He looked up again wondering what would happen, even though he knew exactly what would happen.

He had tasted his cum before, but the memory only made him feel more queasy. It had been sharp and sour and made his tongue almost fizz. He had never wanted to try it again. His buddy at the gym had told him that he liked to throw his legs over his head and shoot into his own mouth. Matt had looked at him as if he was crazy. But this is what surely he was meant to do. Why else would they stand there jacking their professional-sized pricks in his face? His stomach almost gave up and he had to breathe and swallow so as not to throw up.

He wondered how he was going to do this. Was it like having to take medicine when he was a kid? Squeeze his eyes shut and just swallow? And these seven guys meant that there were probably going to be seven different ways he had to take it. Real panic welled up and he almost got to his feet. He was almost ready to bail. He shut his eyes and breathed really deeply, almost hyperventilating. He felt dizzy, but his body calmed down. It was just skin. Bodily fluids. Nothing poisonous. He could do this.

He opened his eyes and the last guy who had shoved his dick in his mouth, the thick, veiny cock and the slightly angry face was standing in front of him, breathing really deeply. His eyes were locked on his and he was beating his meat really fast. Even his hand was thick and fleshy. There was long stream of precum running over his hands and drooling onto his wrist. The guy's eyes were half-closed, his dark lashes covering them almost daintily. But he was anything but.

His started to swear at him, at first softly, but soon he got louder. “You gonna take my fuckin' cum, bitch? Are you gonna swallow this fuckin' load...?” He went on and on and if Matt wasn't so anxious and he wasn't feeling so ill, he would have laughed at the guy. He had the thought that men were just idiots but that thought was cut short when the guy almost yelled, “Open your fucking mouth, bitch!”

Matt had no choice and he opened wide. The guy lunged forward and stuffed his spewing cock into his mouth. He felt it run down his chin and then the rest blasted over his tongue, then the back of his throat. The guy was spurting with supersonic force. He choked as a long rope hit his throat. It tasted sour and bitter, salty and slimy. He almost threw up and the guy must have noticed because he said, “Swallow, cocksucker!”

He shut his eyes and tried to imagine that it was just like eating an oyster, or going down on an especially spicy-smelling woman. Fuck, he couldn't believe it. He was swallowing his first load of cum. And there were six more to go. The last of the cum dribbled onto his tongue and the guy pulled his cock out which was shiny with his spit and his cock juices. He wiped the end of it on his face and walked away.

They were clearly going in reverse order, because the man with the light blonde hair, and almost white pubes, with pale skin that contrasted with his nicely toned chest, stepped in front of him. He smiled like he did the last time, slowly stroking his meat which was all shiny at the end. He took his finger and collected his precum and said, “Have a taste, Matt. I think you'll like it.”

Matt stuck his tongue out and licked his finger off, the taste mild and almost sweet. He thought that if all the guys were like this one, the whole evening would be easier. But he wasn't done. He said, “Open your mouth.”

Swallowing, still tasting the cum of the previous cock (he didn't even want to call him a guy) he complied and the guy took a step closer until his cock was sitting on his tongue. Matt looked up at the smiling face. His eyes were really blue, almost ice-blue. The guy said, “How do you want my cum, Matt?”

It was a question he didn't know how to answer. How the fuck was he supposed to know? Matt shrugged. “Whatever you want, dude.”

The blue eyes lit up and he took his cock in his hand and started to stroke it, like guys do, long and smooth except that the head was sitting on his tongue. He could taste a steady flow of juice. The guy moaned loudly and Matt looked up to see his eyes squeeze shut and then his dick started to pour rather than spurt as if he had cum after edging for a while. A little lake on his tongue that quickly began to stream down his throat. Matt was shocked at the quantity and could only swallow it. He could barely think about how it tasted, how the end of the cock on his tongue felt, he just swallowed.

With one last gasp, the guy stepped back, breathing heavily. “Thanks, Matt. That was awesome. I'll see you later.”

Matt wasn't sure what later meant, but he was starting to get some ideas which he decided he couldn't think about. And he had no time, because the next man moved in front of him. His mouth felt raw and he still felt a bit sick, but he realized he was getting used to the flavour, the feelings. All he could smell was cum and man-sweat. It made him dizzy.

Matt shut his eyes as if he hoped that when he opened them, all this would done, but then he felt – and smelled – a cock pressing against his lips. He opened his eyes. The eager guy who fucked his face so hard was there. He looked even more eager. He said, “I'm going to spurt down your throat so you better take it, Matt.”

He said it almost cruelly and without another word, shoved his cock in deep. His dick was a more reasonable size, and Matt could take it without wanting to gag too much, but this man's energy was another thing. He started to hammer the back of his throat, holding his head really tightly. He balls were slapping his chin and Matt thought he would faint. He closed his eyes again and just let it happen. There was nothing to be done. This guy was breathing loudly and Matt could tell he was close because his voice was going up and up until he actually sped up and his dick exploded, sending several shots into his throat. Matt had to cough and some cum spewed out around the cock in his mouth and dripped onto the carpet. He managed to swallow the rest, but when the guy pulled out, still drooling cum, he said, “Lick the fucking carpet, Matt. You missed some.”

He looked down and saw two big splashes of cum on the carpet. He decided he had no choice. He had to do whatever they said. He leaned down and sucked at the carpet, pulling in cum and carpet fibre. His stomach ached and he wanted to be sick again, but managed to get it all and he sat up again.

The dark-skinned dude with the enormous prick was standing in front of him. He looked down at Matt, his eyes intense. “Lie on your back, bitch.”

Scared, he got down on his back. He felt cold suddenly. He glanced at his prick which looked surprisingly loose given how scared he was. Before he could think about it, the guy got down and positioned his cock over his mouth, resting his body on his hands. He said, “Jerk me off, Matt. I want you to do the work.”

This he knew how to do. Of course he knew how to jerk a cock, he done to himself a billion time. But this one? It felt twice the size of his. Thicker and certainly longer. The guy sat back on his haunches as if he decided to get more comfortable, so his cock was pointing diagonally up and Matt had the hope that the cum would go somewhere other than his mouth.

But then he inched forward until his balls were on top of Matt's mouth. “Get to work on my jewels. They need some tongue action. But make sure you stroke me at the same time.”

Getting the co-ordination right, Matt started to slide his hand up and down the meaty fucking prick as if it was his own. For some reason he found it almost satisfying as if he was turning the tables on this asshole. He sucked in one ball and rolled it around in his mouth, the guy's hair making it hard not choke, but he seemed to manage it. Then he sucked the other in and did the same. Above him, the guy was making all kinds of noise, and at the same time, Matt was enjoying how angry he was getting. I'll show these fuckers, he thought.

He moved his hand faster and tongued the balls for all he was worth and then without warning, the guy threw his head back and bellowed. Cum shot straight out of his cock, landing on Matt's forehead, his nose, his lips, it dribbled down the shaft and into Matt's mouth as he ran his tongue over the guy's balls. The cum was thick and salty. He kept jacking the guy's dick until there was no more goo oozing out. The guy laughed, and said, “Clean my fucking dick off!”

Matt, still angry, still wanting to prove something, let the guy shove his prick deep and he choked, but let him fuck his face for a moment. When he pulled out, he slapped Matt's face with his cock, then stood up and left.

The other blonde came up and said, “We're going to do something different, Matt.” His face seemed almost friendly, his eyes were a little darker blue than the pale guy, but he seemed almost nice. He got down on the floor and knelt down at Matt's head so he was looking up at his cock and his low-hanging balls. They guy leaned forward and suddenly Matt knew what was going on. He had sixy-nined with girl's but this was fucking confusing. His own cock, though a bit loose, was not in any way hard and he didn't think it was supposed to be. Was it?

The good-sized instrument of this guy slid into his mouth from above and then he felt it. A warm wet mouth on his own cock. Holy fuck. A dude was going down on him. He decided to concentrate on the mouthful he had and the guy soon started to thrust down into his mouth. His own cock stayed soft and Matt could barely pay attention to it anyway since his face was full of flesh, but after a minute or so, he was horrified that his dick actually started to puff up a bit, that what the guy was doing with his mouth kind of felt ok, even good. But the rest of his brain was freaking out. He was getting off on a guy going down on him?

He squirmed a little, almost trying get his mouth of his cock. The guy spat him out and said, “What's wrong, Matt? A little oral stimulation too much for you?” The guy laughed, but then concentrated on getting his nut into Matt's mouth, which he did by pulling out and fisting himself until a few long streams of cum went right in, all the way back. Matt swallowed almost reflexively at this point, getting used to the cum in his mouth and throat, trying not to taste it.

The guy with the tan skin and the big dig moved in front of him, as well as the one with the brown curly hair all over the place. They stood really close together, their dicks at an angle. The curly-haired one said, “Get up Matt. You've got work to do.”

Matt struggled to his knees again, which were sore. He swallowed the rest of the cum in his mouth and wiped his face of all the liquid that had been spewed all over it. There was cum dripping from his chin, and on his chest in big globs, there was cum on his forehead, on the cheeks and, he realized, in his hair. And somehow, his cock was still half hard which confused him completely.

The darker-skinned one said, “Now you get to get us off on your own. No help from us. Do whatever you need to do but get us the fuck off, Matt.”

He was beginning to hate how they used his name. Like he was a cheap whore or something. He moved closer to the guys feeling like the ordeal was almost over. He could smell their bodies, their man smell, rank and swampy. It fed his anger. Fuck this, he thought. I'm going to make this worth their while.

He leaned forward and took hold of the lighter-skinned guy's dick and pulled the other one into his mouth. He knew from experience, when girls had taken a load from him, that in order for that to happen, the one sucking has to do some work. He put his hand around the base and swallowed the rest in his mouth and started to jack and suck at the same time. It had always worked on him. His last girlfriend had bene a master at it. She had taken a bunch of his cum and she seemed to love it.

So with that in mind, he went for it. If he was going to have to have his mouth full of spooge, then he was going to make it worthwhile. After a minute or so he switched cocks and took the other in his fist. The white guy with all the curls had a cock that tasted like soap and something almost spicy which Matt didn't mind. He pumped his dick, and ran his tongue over the head. They were both making noise, moans, gasps, you name it. At one point he looked up and the two of them were totally making out, tongues and spit and everything. Matt began to realize he was glad they were having a good time. And then that thought fucked him up for a moment. Glad? What does it mean that I'm glad?

And more to the point, why is my cock getting hard again. What the actual fuck? But he kept on working, not wanting to think about it, not wanting to do anything but get this shit over with. And it didn't take long. The dark-haired guy was first. His moans turned into gasps and as Matt continued to pump his cock like a fucking champ, his mouth was suddenly full of cum. He choked and swallowed and kept working until the last few drops his tongue.

The curly haired dude said, “When I blow in your mouth, don't swallow. Understand?”

Matt, beyond caring, just nodded. He felt defeated and weirdly satisfied that he had services seven guys. What a fucked-up thing to be proud of, was the next thought. He worked hard and the guys was there in a second, blowing a healthy few jets of cum all over his tongue. Some ran into his throat, but he managed to hold the rest in his mouth. It was intense and sharp and made his tongue feel really strange. The guy said, “Stand up.” He stood up, afraid of what was next. “Feed it to me.”

At first Matt had no idea what he was asking, but then realized he was about to experience his first snowball fight. Fuck. He thought it was only in porn where he had watched girls feeding their guy a mouthful. It was strange to watch, but this? He told himself that this was the last thing he would have to do this, so he leaned in and kissed the guy, spitting his cum into his mouth. The guy moaned and started to get his tongue involved and Matt had to French the guy for what seemed like an hour. He was surprised it didn't make him feel sick. His cock was still at least half mast.

The dark-haired guy had disappeared, and this last guy slapped him on the ass, hard. “See you soon, Matt.”

As he watched the guy leave, he thought, soon? There was a voice on the speaker. “Nicely done Matt. You have completely the first task. You will see a door at the end of the room. You will find a bed and some dinner. Eat and get in bed. Someone will get you in the morning.

Does that mean there were more tasks? In the morning? He hadn't expected to be there all night. At least it was Friday.

He ate the plate of pasta that he found. He was starving. There was a little bathroom that he had used to rinse out his mouth before eating and wipe his face. So much cum. And the taste was so intense. He got in the bed and pulled the blanket over him, feeling cold. As he was almost dozing off, there was a knock at the door.

He sat up, alert. What the fuck now? “Yeah?”

The door opened and the pale guy with the almost white hair everywhere came in. He was naked. Matt thought, oh no. More?

As if he read his mind, the guy said with a nice smile. “Chill, Matt. You get to rest. And I was chosen to hang out with you. No one likes to sleep alone.”

Matt said to himself, I like to sleep alone, for fuck's sake. But at least it was this guy. The nice one. Taking a deep breath, Matt shrugged. The guy came to the bed and slid in with him. He had never slept with a dude, if you didn't count his brother when they were like six. The guy turned and looked at him. His face was way too close. “I'm Rory by the way.”

Matt sighed. “Cool. Rory. It's weird to exchange names after taking your load, don't you think?”

Rory laughed softly. “Yeah. It is. So I'm going to return the favour.”

Before Matt could stop him, he had ducked under the covers and got himself between his legs. Holy shit, this guy was going to suck him off. What next?

Rory took hold of his now soft cock and began to lick it, getting it all wet, and then sucked the end and sure enough, just like the last time, his dick decided to respond. It got hard. Really hard. And Matt, torn between terror and really nice feelings, froze for a second. But then he thought, well I do deserve it after all that. I get to have something nice now. So he relaxed and realized he was horny as hell. Within minutes, his body was on fire. He put his hands on Rory's head and held him while he fucked his mouth. Then Rory, who seemed to be as hot as he was, started to really jack him. The kind of pumping that can only lead one direction and in no time Matt threw his head back and spewed what felt like a litre of cum into his mouth.

He was still gasping when Rory appeared out from under the covers, grinning. “You let a dude suck you off. Nice.” Then – and he should have seen this coming – Rory kissed him, feeding him a little of his cum. At least it was his own this time.

Then Matt had to laugh. “Yeah. I totally did.”

Then, to his amazement, Rory pulled him close and spooned him, his back against Rory's pale, muscular chest. What a fucking trip. But it actually felt kind of nice, so he relaxed and shut his eyes, suddenly exhausted. He could still taste cum in his mouth, the memory of Rory's mouth on his dick still vivid and just before he drifted into sleep, the feel of Rory's hard cock tucked into the crack of his ass almost, but not quite, passed through his mind without him noticing.