Stag Night 11

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'Hey, guys, look, that's a lap dance club. What d'ya say?'

The other guys stopped and squinted down the side street. Yes, Drew was right. There was a lap dance club down there. The Blue something. What was it? Yes, that was it, the Blue Moon lap dance club.

'Yeah, yeah, come on, let's go,' they chorused, all except Harry, the groom, who hung back.

John, the best man, put his arm round his shoulders.

'Come on, Harry, it's just a bit of fun.'

'No, John, it won't be, you know what these places are like, and I promised Cheryl there'd be no sex.'

John was pretty sure that Cheryl would be enjoying her last night of freedom, confident in fact, because had fixed to meet later.

'I know you promised,' he tried to sound reassuring, 'so did I, she made me, remember?'

Reluctantly, Harry allowed himself to be cajoled and jostled along towards the club.

John hung back and whispered in Drew's ear. 'Nicely done, mate.'

'You're sure he doesn't suspect. I thought it seemed a bit obvious.'

'No, he doesn't suspect a thing. He's a lamb to the slaughter. Make sure to get it all on your phone.'

They fell into step, laughing quietly.

 

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While the others on the stag distracted and teased the soon-to-be-married Harry, John spoke to the receptionist and the party was quickly escorted to a reserved booth facing the stage, where a slender dancer dressed only in a silver thong was gyrating around a middle-aged man sitting on a chair. She twisted occasionally toward the party at a table by the stage were cheering her on and occasionally throwing notes into a top hat on their table. As the notes piled up, she moved closer and her dance became more teasing and erotic. Soon the hat was brimming with notes and she was astride the man, her crotch within inches of his face.

John raised a hand and a woman approached. He whispered in her ear and an envelope was slipped into her hand. She glided away and John settled back to wait.

A loud chair drew the group's attention back to the stage, where the dancer was now naked and sitting in the man's lap grinding onto his crotch. The man's eyes were closed and his head was back, moaning in pleasure. It was obvious that he would not last long. His party had paid all they were going to pay and the woman brought proceedings swiftly to the inevitable conclusion.

The lights on the stage dimmed and girls glad in thongs moved among the tables dancing for the customers who slipped notes into their thongs. The stag party settled into their second round of drinks, but John was scanning the room as if looking for someone. Suddenly the lights dimmed and a spotlight lit the empty chair on the stage. Dark figures circulated through the tables, teasing customers who thought, or hoped, to be selected for special treatment. Suddenly, as if by chance, they converged on the booth and on Harry, pulling him by the arms and leading him to the stage.

In the darkness of the booth, a figure slid onto the bench beside John, a hand rested on his thigh and lips touched his ear. John parted his thighs and the hand slid between them.

The customers cheered as he was gently but firmly made to sit. The dark figures slowly formed into a circle and two more figures wearing white approached from either side. As they reached Harry, each produced a pair of handcuffs and, before he could notice or resist, his hands were cuffed to the chair.

More cheers and all the lights in the club went out

In the booth, the hand caressed John's crotch.

'Fuck,' he whispered in her ear as he stroked her thigh.

'Later,' she replied.

Now a light, a single light, came on. Above the chair. Revealing Harry, alone, and looking puzzled about what was going to happen.

 

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Dark clad figures were just discernible just outside the circle of light that lit Harry handcuffed to his chair in the centre of the stage. The audience was in almost total darkness apart from some dim light from the emergency exit signs. Gradually the figures moved in the light. All masked and dressed in black, they gyrated around the chair, never closing on it, never touching. Then one broke from the circle, approaching Harry from behind. The first Harry knew were the arms draped over his shoulders as fingers began to unbutton his shirt. Then another approached from the side. More fingers unfastened more buttons until a third figure joined in, and fingers pushed inside Harry's shirt, stroking his chest.

In the booth, John's companion had her hand inside his shirt, her long nails pinching his nipples and twisting them. Her voice whispered in his ear. 'Imagine what these nails will do to your dick.' She pushed his shirt aside and ducked her head, biting hard on a tender nipple. 'Imagine what these teeth will do to your balls.' John didn't reply. He was enjoying the show, the one on stage and the one in the booth.

Harry's shirt was pushed back over this shoulders, exposing his bare chest and stomach. All the figures were in the circle of light now, hands stroking, caressing, scratching.

'Do you think he's hard yet?' the voice was in John's ear again.

'He should be,' John gasped as a hand checked his readiness with a swift stroke.

Back on the stage, the figures were working over Harry's body. Lips nibbled his neck and ears, tongues licked his chest, teeth snapped on his nipples.

'Let's take a cubicle,' the woman tugged John out of his seat and they fumbled their way to an exit and then up a flight of stairs. A bikini clad redhead pointed to a door and they fell inside, the woman throwing the bolt. The cubicle was plushly furnished and had a one way window that gave a clear view of the stage. Discreet lighting cast a soft glow.

'Will you last longer than Harry?' the woman teased.

The man knew what was in store for Harry.

'That depends what you have in mind,' he teased back.

'Come and sit next to me and we'll watch for a while.'

 

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On stage, the dance moves were hotting up. The dancers moving closer, taking turns to straddle Harry and gyrate their crotches in his face.

The sweat was running down his forehead, possibly from the heat of the spot light, possibly not.

When each dancer's groin was closest to his face, he would push his head forward, as if the bite.

In the cubicle, the woman was unbuttoning John's shirt and stroking his chest as they watched, while he fondled her tits.

'How do you think he will feel afterwards? When it's over?'

'It depends on how he reacts. Embarrassed, angry, humiliated, ashamed, defiled. Stuff like that, I guess. He definitely won't want anyone to find out about it.'

'And you've planned this. His best man and best friend. You want that to happen.' She was pushing his shirt off now. 'Tell me why you would do that to him.'

'You know why, Cheryl. He's got you, that's why.'

On the stage, the dancers had lowered their leggings to display their buttocks as they danced around Harry, thrusting them into his face as were thrusting their asses into his face as they moved closer.

In the cubicle, John was naked to the waist down and Cheryl's blouse had been discarded.

 

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On the stage, the dancers were moving in, clustering around Harry. Then, two took his knees and spread his thighs, allowing a third to crawl between them and unbuckled Harry's pants and began slowly to unzip them.

In the cubicle, Cheryl deftly released her bra catch with one hand while holding the cups in place with the other.

'This is what you're waiting for, isn't it, John.' John licked his lips. 'You couldn't take your eyes off them the first time we met. I thought you might actually dump your load in your pants.' John nodded, it had been a close thing.

The dancer peeled back Harry's pants and his cock flew out. Cheers went up from the audience as it waved in front of his belly. But the cheers did not distract John, whose eyes were fixed on Cheryl's huge tits as she gradually lowered her bra until the melons fell out, swinging in John's face. He immediately buried himself between them, kneading them and squeezing them. When he came up, he had a big grin on his face. 'God, damn,' was all he could say.

On the stage, the dancers were taking it in turn to stroke Harry's cock. The people at the tables closest to the stage could see cum developing and dribbling down. One dancer cleared it away with a flick of the tongue. Harry let out a long moan.

In the cubicle, Cheryl was teasing John as she swung her tits in front of them, dodging just out of reach as he tried to grab them. 'It takes a real man to handle melons like these,' she told him.

'I am, oh yes, I definitely am,' John gasped. 'What about Harry, is he a real man?'

Cheryl turned to look out of the window just in time to see one of the dancers licking Harry's shaft while other stroked his chest.

'Yes, John, Harry is definitely a real man.'

Cheryl settled onto John's lap as they paused to watch the show. John could feel the heat of her pussy through his pants. She could feel his cock throbbing through hers.

 

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All but one of the dancers moved away to form a line behind Harry and turned their backs on the audience. Slowly they disrobed. Off came their masks, off came their tops. No bra straps visible, so they were bare chested. As the remaining dancer sucked Harry's cock, faster and faster, the others slowly lowered their legging to reveal bare buttocks and the strap of a black thong.

Then everything seemed to happen at once, culminating in a roar of surprise and approval from the audience. The dancers turned in unison to face the audience, including the one between Harry's thighs, who stripped off top, mask and leggings. All were now wearing only black thongs, bulging thongs. They were all muscular men.

'No.' Harry's scream spoke of his surprise and torment at what had happened.

In the cubicle, Cheryl flushed and kissed John passionately, pulling at his belt as he unzipped her skirt. She stood up and back, pushed the skirt away and rolled down her pants to reveal a thick forest of black hair that covered her belly.

'Damn,' John gasped, 'Harry never mentioned that. Damn.'

'Like it?' Cheryl grinned. 'I hope so, it turns some guys off.'

John rose and pushed down his pants, revealing that it had not put him off.

He was breathing hard as he grabbed the box of condoms from the table.

'What do you fancy, Cheryl? Nude or black or red, ribbed maybe.'

But she put her hand out to stop him.

'You want to cuckhold your best friend, why not do it properly. Why not take his bitch barebacked, like he does. Let me feel your naked shaft, let you feel my hot pussy. Are you man enough for that? Raw sex, unprotected sex, dangerous sex? Are you up for that?'

John nodded, dropped the condoms and fell to his knees, burying his face in Cheryl's crotch.

On the stage, the dancers were now thrusting their crotches into Harry's face, while he called out to stop this, begging his friends to rescue him, but they stayed where they were. Those nearest the stage noticed that, despite his protestations, Harry was still hard as a rock.

Just as John was.

 

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Cheryl gasped as the dancer lowered his thong in Harry's face, to allow a thick prick unfurl. He lifted it to Harry's lips, but the groom pulled back as far as he could go before the cockhead brushed his cheek. The dancer began to stroke himself and his shaft stiffen and rose. Soon a thread of precum was hanging so low it landed on Harry's lip and became detached. Harry shook his head and spat, but the dancer carried out, pushing his erection into Harry's mouth.

John stood behind Cheryl, his own erection poking her between her cheeks as his arms circled her and his hands groped her tits. She pushed back against him and began to groan.

The dancer had forced his prick into Harry's mouth before she turned to face John. He tried to pull her towards him, but she held back.

'I want to tell you,' her face was serious, 'I'm not using any contraception, not taking any precautions. If you cum inside me, if you unload those heavy balls into my pussy, you may impregnate me. I don't care if you do, but I want you to know and to be sure that that is what you want. In nine months' time, if my baby forces its way out of my vagina and Harry sees that it is black, he is going to know that someone has accessed all areas that he thought were exclusive to him.'

John was stunned. Bareback was one thing, but now she was inviting him to get her pregnant.

'You're wondering why. I'll tell you. He's been shagging my sister. They think I don't know, but I do. You have your reasons for wanting to cuckhold your best friend and I have mine for wanting the same. So, make up your mind. There are condoms if you don't want to take the risk.'

They both turned to look at the stage as the audience roared their approval. The dancer had throated Harry and to all appearance Harry was giving him head like a cheap whore.

The couple in the cubicle turned to face each other again.

 

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The dancers were all naked now, all men, all erect, dancing around waving their pricks at the audience, some of whom were reaching out to touch them. Harry was still cuffed to the chair and had to endure their torments as, each in his turn, the guys turned to him and pushed their stiffs into his mouth, some barely parting his lips, others pushing deep, penetrating his throat. Whenever Harry tried to pull away, a guy from behind would push his face forward again and hold him still.

In the cubicle, John was absorbing what Cheryl had asked him to do. What had begun as a bit of fun, had become more risky when she suggested bareback, and had now become serious with her asking him to make her pregnant. Things had moved fast, in a direction he had never expected, but he found himself attracted to everything she suggested. Where would it end? He fancied Cheryl, always had, from the moment he first set eyes on her, and she knew it. But was she just using him, as a means of getting back at her future husband? No, she had to feel something more than that. She wouldn't want his child just to spite Harry. Surely not.

A roar from the audience distracted John and he joined Cheryl watching through the one way window. One of the dancers was straddling Harry but facing the audience and had begun lowering his ass over his prick, teasing him with the possibility of being mounted.

'No, stop, hey, guys, come on, get this guy off me,' Harry pleaded but to no avail.

The audience drowned out his protests with shouts of encouragement. The dancers tormented Harry again and again, until he took hold of Harry's rock hard prick and lowered his ass slowly onto to it.

'Fuck,' exclaimed Cheryl, 'did you know that was going to happen?'

John shrugged and tried to pull Cheryl onto a couch, but she held back.

'Wait, lover boy, wait, I don't want to miss this.'

'You won't,' John assured you, 'it's all being filmed. I'll send you a copy.'

On the stage, the dancer was riding Harry's prick, faster and faster, as the others circled, wanking themselves vigorously.

John was frantically pulling Cheryl down, eager to mount her.

'Steady, lover, steady, take your time. I'm not a cow to be inseminated. Make this last, make me cum or I'll rip your balls off.'

 

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John was trembling with excitement. Not only was he going to get to fuck Cheryl, she was inviting him to make her pregnant to get her own back on her future husband.

But things did not go as he imagined.

'Remember,' Cheryl told him, her face serious, 'make this memorable. I'm not just some casual fuck and I'm used to a guy who gives me the full treatment. I expect to be satisfied before you cum. So keep yourself in control and focused on my pleasure. That is what this is about. If you're hoping for another chance with me, don't let yourself down.'

Not very romantic. But then this wasn't about romance.

John was getting an insight into what life with Cheryl would be like for Harry and what it had been like so far.

He eased her onto a couch, where she fell onto her back, her huge tits flopping to the side. She raised her knees and opened a pathway to her pussy with her fingers to give him an easy entry. He sank onto her, expecting to glide into a sodden pussy, but to his surprise found that it was almost dry and tight. It took some time, rubbing his prick over her clit and along her labia, before he was able to lub her enough to slide into her without resistance.

'Hmmm,' she murmured. Hardly an expression of pleasure.

He had imagined Cheryl as a lover who would engage actively, even taking the lead, riding him hard. That was the impression he had had from Harry. But that was not Cheryl's style. She lay back, arms over her head, waiting. John had not had sex for over a week, not even a wank, and normally would have cum quite quickly. But faced with a limp Cheryl, he found no difficulty in keeping control.

'Come on,' she urged him, 'come on, come on.'

John set too, thrusting powerfully, thrusting deep, trying to elicit some response. After a while, it came, but it was more of an appraisal than a compliment.

'Yeah, you're about the same length as Harry and maybe just a touch thicker. Not what I had expected, but you'll do.'

Was she deliberately belittling him or making it difficult for him or was this just her normal style?

He was determined now to show her what he was capable of, using force rather than skill, energy rather than technique. The noise of the crowd outside the cubicle told him that Harry's torment was coming to a conclusion. Faster and faster John worked, watching Cheryl's huge tits and flabby thighs bouncing and wobbling. His back was straining and his thighs aching, he was so exhausted he doubted he would be able to cum, when suddenly Cheryl great body began to quiver and moan. He summoned his remaining energy and thrust deep. Deep thrust, hard, resting between each, which seemed to trigger for Cheryl to moan louder and finally to jolt upright, drag her nails down his chest, drawing blood, before flopping back on the couch.

'Now,' it was an order.

John forced himself to cum, lumping his load deep inside her before slumping on top of her.

'When you will you be ready to go again,' she asked after a while.

'I'm blown,' John gasped, 'you've drained my balls and I'm totally blown.'

Cheryl laughed as she pushed him off.

'Harry always manages twice, sometimes three. He's promised to try for four on our wedding night.'

Was she teasing him? He had no idea.

 

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John should have seen it coming, but he didn't.

He slit back into his seat just before the lights when up and Harry was released from the cuffs and made his way back to the stag party's table.

'Let's get out of here,' he hissed.

The guys gulped down their drinks and followed him into the alley.

They were all quiet as they walked away from the club. They had almost reached the High Street when Harry turned towards John.

The first John knew was when Harry's right fist caught him a glancing blow on his chin, sending him staggering back. Harry advanced and his left fist pistoned into John's solar plexus, doubling him over. Then Harry stood back and delivered a fast kick high into John nuts.

John went down, retching. The others held back.

'Fuck and damn,' John cursed as a spasm of pain caught him deep in his belly.

Harry stood over him.

'Why,' he almost screamed, 'why, what made you do that to me? I thought we were friends. Well, we not, not now, not any more. After the wedding, I don't ever want to see you again.'

John was still doubled over on the ground. Harry took a fistful of hair and pulled his head up.

'If you breath a word of this to anyone, I'll fucking kill you. And,' he hissed, 'if Cheryl ever finds out, I rip your balls off first.'

He stormed away, leaving John trembling on the ground.

The other, undecided at first, finally scattered, all except Drew who squatted by John.

'He doesn't mean it,' he tried to sound reassuring. 'He'll see the funny side of it by tomorrow.'

John wasn't so sure but he was certain of one thing, when this pain finally subsided, he wouldn't forget what Harry had just done to him, never.

 

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The guests at the wedding noticed nothing about John and Harry. There were plenty of clues for anyone who was watching for them, but no one was. Why should they? All eyes were on the bride and groom. As they should be. The two put on a decent show in order not to spoil the occasion, but never exchanged a word, barely even a glance.

John's eyes were on the bride, but Cheryl made no sign of noticing him. It was half way through the evening before John felt a hand in his, pulling him out of a side door.

'So,' Cheryl was close to him, so close, 'tell me what happened after I left.'

John told her.

'Fuck,' she gasped, 'wow, are you OK, I mean,' her hand cradled John's balls, 'are you still sore?'

John winced in reply.

'But you're OK, I mean really OK, like you can, I mean it still, everything still works, right?'

'I don't know,' he admitted, 'I haven't felt like trying.'

Cheryl's fingers were loosening his pants.

John looked around nervously.

'Don't worry about Harry, the bridesmaid are keeping him occupied.' She pushed his pants down and his cock fell out, flopped out, soft.

It took a while for her to work him hard, hand, then mouth, then hand again, but finally he was erect.

So far so good.

'Will you be able to cum, I mean after what Harry did to your nuts.' Her face was flushed at the image in her mind of what her husband had done to John the night before. 'Do you want to try?'

She waited, it was essential for her plan. She could hardly get one of the one guests to stand in for John at this stage.

John nodded and Cheryl turned her back, bent forward and hoisted her dress over her hips.

'Quick,' she hissed, 'we don't have long. Just cum inside me.'

John knew he was being used. Knew it when he felt the heat of her cunt on his cock. Knew it when she pushed back, grinding and wiggling to help him cum. Knew it when he felt his balls contracting. Knew it when the pain increased in his sore balls as they began to pump.

'AAAAAAAAAArrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh; Huh, uh, aahh.'

The pain intensified and eased. Within seconds, Cheryl had restored her dress. 'Thanks, lover, she blew him a kiss from the doorway, 'take care.'

She had made sure her pussy was full of his sperm before the wedding night and her first marital coupling with Harry. Made sure that Harry would be tasting sloppy seconds that night.

And that, for John, was revenge worth savouring, at least for now.