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Asstr Stripper
I have no idea what happened last night, but things sure
have changed. I guess I should start off by telling you about myself. I
am 29 years old, I work for a large securities down town. Everyone knows
the market has been crazy lately and the big year end bonuses I had come
to expect have been getting smaller and smaller. When a guy at the firm
told me he knew how I could make $300 a night I was all ears.

His name is Rodney, everyone calls him Rod. He is about
an inch taller than me at 6�2", and a little bit heavier. But he and are
about the same size and shape. We both hits the gym located in the buildings
basement every day, a lot of times at the same time. We get pumped up together
a lot as we both are heavy in to body building. Not the freaky kind, but
the kind to lure chicks in. I am really proud of my nice thick neck, big
flat pecs, hard flat stomach, heavy muscled thighs and full round calves.
And my guns (my biceps) are huge, I love to be in a meeting and lean back
and pretend to stretch so that the boss�s sectary across form me can see
my arms flex. My white smile makes her wet I know.
Yeah, I�ve hit that, more than once. She is a minx in
bed, milked me dry. Yeah, I�m a straight boy, never any doubt. Until�

Rod told me that he had been going out with this stripper.
The bitch kept telling Rod he looked so good and that she could set him
up at a really good strip club, a sort of Chipendale�s type of place for
women only. Rod said he tried it out, found it to be legit and said he
made $300 the first night, mostly in tips.

He said I should come on down, that he would split the
$100 finder�s fee with me if the club picked me up. Like I said, money�s
been tight, and I figured making a cool $300 for dancing in my speedos
for some horny over weight housewives would be fun.
I cam down to the club and met the manager, Mark. He
asked me to take off my shirt and flex. He smiled and told Rod it would
be cool, so Rod took me back to the dressing area.

I felt kind of funny being back there with about a dozen
naked, and half naked guys, but Rid has assured me that everything was
on the up and up. He picked out a Fireman�s outfit, pants and suspenders
and a heavy coat.
"Rod, man, I can�t dance. This is weird."

"Shit dude, don�t worry. Just move around a little to
the music. You�ll get the hang of it. And remember to take stuff off slowly."
He smiled as I climbed into the gear, wearing only a very small posing
strap underneath everything.

"He bud, about the johnson, keep your bad boy inside okay?
If that thing even flashes you�re libel to get tossed out before you even
start. But hey, here�s a tip, if you can, get it half hard. Make sure there�s
a bulge in there so that gals can imagine what t looks like."

"Sure, okay."
"What�s wrong?"
"Nothing� well� I guess it doesn�t really matter. I think
I�m just too nervous to worry about that right now. Maybe later, after
I do it a couple of time."
"Oh man, of course. Hey, I got something that will help
with that if you want."
I laughed, "What? Got some Viagra?"

"Naw man, that shit gets you hard, ladies don�t want to
be scared, just teased. Here, take this, it will give you a little buzz
down there, make you half hard."
I guess I should have refused, but Rod seemed to know
what he was talking about, so I popped the pill.

I still don�t know what was in that pill, but about a
half an hour later, when I was due to go on, it was working. My dick felt
great, and was really half hard. The rest of me felt little pain as well.
It was like I was buzzing from smoking some great weed. I asked Rod about
it, he just smiled. "Yeah, it's a side effect. Great huh? No go out there
and strip for some easy money!"

And I did. It went really well. I go tout there and the
music started, I just sort of started moving. I couldn�t see much, but
the ladies sure did, if I could judge by their screams. I instantly felt
at home and relaxed.

I did the whole thing got down to my posing strap and
let the gals stuff it with cash. A couple of hands got a feel, but most
were too timid. By the time I got back stage I had a pouch full of bills.
Rod was there and gave me a great big smile. He was dressed in a ChiPs
motorcycle outfit. He looked very impressive.

"Good job bud. Here, hand Bill here your cash. He�s the
club Safe. He�ll hang on to your tips and give them back at night. You
can trust him with your life."

My head felt too light to argue, I was starting to trip
on how goo I felt. And my dick was starting to get hard and harder.

Rod steered me back to the dressing room.
"Wow man, you were great. And you still got another show
if you want. I bet you got $200 just that first time."

"Yeah man, it was easy. Felt good."
"Yeah bud, it definitely strokes the ego. Hey listen
bud, I got a way you can make $500 guaranteed, plus tips, just for doing
one show."
"Fuck Rod, I ain�t gonna hustle."

"Naw, listen. See, Mark, the go who owns this club, owns
the building. On the other side, facing the cross street, is another strip
club. Ever heard of Sweat�s?"
"Uh, no?"
"Look man, I�ll be honest. It�s a gay strip club."

I stood up. "Oh no way man. I ain�t about that at all."
I wanted to leave, but when Rod pushed me back down I almost collapsed
into my chair.

"Whoa, hold up bud. I ain�t queer either. That�s what
makes this so cool. You just get up in front of a bunch of fags and strip
down. The you disappear and come back here. See, the kitchen has an entrance
to the next club. Both clubs share the same kitchen. So you never have
to worry about some guy from Sweat�s waiting for you when you leave since
you leave from here."

I thought about it, trying to clear my mind.

"$500, just for stripping?"
"Yeah man, I�ll be up there too, just follow my lead."
"Well, � okay."
"Great. Here, climb into this bud. Oh, and don�t bother
with the posing strap, you�ll get bigger tips if you go commando."

Rod handed me a ChiP�s uniform like the one he had on.
I put it on and marveled at how tight it fit. The polyester fabric gave
slightly, letting my bulging arms and legs fill out, and letting my dick
make a nice outline down my thigh. I felt like a million bucks and was
rock hard now. Now that I think about it, I guess I was horny.

Then Rod gave me a belt, and it had what appeared to be
a real handgun in the holster. He had one too.
"They�re just for show bud. It�s against state law to
have guns on stage, so they are glued in. Here, see?" He gave a tug at
the gun in my belt. It stayed put.

"Come on man, let�s go give those fags a show!"
Rod led me through to the back stage of the other club.
The place sounded full from what I could hear. I should have been nervous,
but instead I felt strangely calm, clam and horny.

"Okay man, here we go. Follow my lead okay? Oh, and here
it�s okay to flash �em the worm!"

I stood there for a second dumbfounded. "What?" But Rod
had already go on stage and someone behind me gave me a shove on stage
too.

The stage was not huge and barely held us two muscle studs.
But the club was huge, a sea of half-naked male bodies in front of 
us. Rod turned to e a grinned.
"Here goes man."

The music started, a loud and steady beat. Rod started
to move and so did I. He ran his hands up and down his body, teasing the
men. He grabbed his ass and did a bumping dance to the edge and back. I
mirrored his moves exactly.

After a few minutes of that I saw that Rod suddenly had
a mic in his hand.
"Hey studs!!!" Rod�s voice was loud and commanding. A
huge cheer went up.

"Officer Smith here." Another cheer, did they know him?
"I would like to introduce the newest rookie at the precinct, Officer Jackson!"
I did a small bow and the crowd went nuts.

"Yes men, he is a real stud huh? Officer Jackson here
is the real deal men. He�s just been over next door getting jiggy with
the ladies. And later one he�s goin home with one of them!" A large boo
went up. "Unless you guys can change�his�mind!" A huge cheer.
Even through the fog I was getting nervous. Where was
this going?

The crowd began to chant "Dance, dance, dance!" so we
began to dance again. But this time Rod directed his dance towards me.
Almost like he was seducing me. He flexed his arms and his pecs, shoved
his ample package out in my direction. He had a shit-eating grin on his
face.

Me, I was flying, the music was so loud, my brain so high.
Everytime I showed off to Rod the crowd roared, it just encouraged me to
do more.

Suddenly Rod reached out and touched my chest, deftly
rubbing a nipple for a moment. Ripples of electricity went through my body.
I couldn�t help it, I let out a moan.
"Like that Officer Jackson?!" Rod�s booming voice brought
me back. What had I just done? Why was I getting off on another man�s touch?
But before I could respond he reached out and grabbed the other nipple,
this time working it hard between his gloved fingers. I moaned again.

"I think Officer Jackson is warming to this folks!" The
crowd roared again. Rod stepped closer. I looked at him and mouthed "no."
He just smiled and reach with both gloved hands and began kneading both
pecs. I tried to back away but the stage was too small, there was no where
to go. Plus it did feel good, and my dick was achingly hard.

Rod�s hands were all over, feeling my biceps, my chest
, my stomach, and then. Oh god, and then!
His hand cupped my hard dick.
"Weapon check Jackson!" he grabbed it and squeezed it
hard. I moaned again, throw my head back.

"Careful Jackson, don�t fire that thing too soon!"
The crowd was loving it. Cheering on Rod. He moved in
closer, his hand cupping my ass while the other hand grabbed the top of
my shirt. It was designed so it snapped rather than buttoned. With one
motion he pulled, unsnapping the shirt and exposing my chest. The cheer
was so loud I through the place would collapse.

Now Rod�s gloved hand was working my naked pec directly,
pinching and kneading my nipple. All I cold do was moan as I felt wave
after wave of sexual energy coarse through me.

"Okay, enough fun Officer Jackson, Officer Smith needs
some attention now! Kneel!"
I looked at him, my mind struggling to clear. Kneel?
I knew that that meant and there was no way. The crowd began t chant "Kneel
Kneel Kneel!" With a steady hand Rod pushed me down and I felt myself going
to my knees despite my best efforts to resist. When I landed on my knees
Rod�s crotch was eye level, his rock hard huge dick was sheathed in the
tan stretchy fabric, pulsing, even leaking a little. I looked up
and saw pure lust in hi eyes.

"Get me wet boy!" His voice bellowed. The crowd cheered.
He pushed my head in until my mouth was on the tip of his dick. I don�t
know why but I licked the fabric. I think I was too horny at this point.
My mind lost in lust. I licked it again, feeling the hard flesh underneath
the pants. His gloved hand pushed my face away and went up to his zipper.
I tried to back away but his other hand held me. I knew, I knew�

He slowly unzipped the pants, and as he did his fat cock
shaft came into view. It was huge, fatter than mine, and longer than mine.
It was ugly, but powerful. With a grunt he fished it out, pre cum splattering
my face as the dick gained freedom.

It went quiet as the two of us were frozen in time. Rod,
standing above me, his rock hard dick out of his pants and pointed at me.
Me, kneeling, dressed as a cop, regretting that I ever came out here.

"You know what to do boy. Dontcha?" His grin was evil.
He was enjoying this on another level beyond just pure sex. I looked up,
my eyes pleaded with him to stop, knowing full well he would not.

"Suck boy." His command was quiet, almost a whisper. Suddenly
the crowd came back to life.

"Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck!" The
chant was endless as he pushed my head towards the larger than life cock.
As my lips met the soft/hard/hot flesh I let them open, my mind body and
soul surrendering to the moment.

I began to suck on the dick like is was some sort of lollipop.
My mind going on a trip to its outer reaches, barely aware of the what
was going on.
"Yeah, good Officer!" Rod moaned as I kept sucking. "Now
you know what they mean by corruption in the police force!" A loud roar
went up.

Then I sensed rather than felt a cold metal against my
temple. I looked with my ears and went wide. It was Rod�s run, out of his
holster! I looked up and he laughed.

"Come on punk, slip this gun in there with my other one.
Come on slut, suck gun metal!"

He pushed the barrel into my mouth. The metal was cold
against his hot cock, and tasted like blood.

"Sheeeeet boy, gonna make yer new daddy pop a load. Tell
you what, why don�t we take it to the next level." He roughly shoved my
head off, his dick and gun popping out of my mouth. The crowd began to
chant, but I could not hear what it was. Rod pulled me up. He had that
evil grin on his face again. Slowly what the crowd was saying became clear�

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!"
"Oh God no Rod, come on man, give it a rest. I gotta
go." I was scared now, my mind was clearing up.

"Awwwww, poor officer Jackson got his daddy all worked
up and now wants to go hooooooome."

The crowd�s chant became more intense. Suddenly I felt
someone grab my arms and my spirits crashed as I felt cuffs begging put
on my wrists. One of the club bouncers had cuffed me. He had lifted my
arms so they were above my head as he cuffed me. He secured the cuffs to
a hook above the stage. Now I was hung out on stage, my uniform shirt wide
open and my dick straining against my breeches despite my growing fear.
"Well,well" Rod said into the microphone. "Looks like
Officer Jackson gets off on this a little!" His hand grabbed my dick and
gave it a squeeze through the pants. Then he turned me around, unhooked
my pants and pulled them down with a fluid motion. It was happening way
too fast.

"Sorry Officer, sorry to rush things, but daddy�s got
a load he needs to get off fast." I felt his hand go up under my shirt
and slide down my back. When he got to my exposed buttocks his finger took
over, sliding in-between my cheeks into my ass crack. A shiver went up
my body.

"Listen up men, this is how you slut out astraight boy.
First you wiggle you finger a little on their rosebud."

He did and I moaned, my dick, which was hanging out the
front of my pants, pointing away from the front of the stage, jerked up.
"Wiggle, wiggle wiggle, oops! It slipped in a bit!"

"Ungh!"
"Well, let�s not yank it out just yet, let�s see if it
goes in further. Ohhhhh yeah,just like that folks. Like that officer?"
He held the mic up to my mouth.
"I, uh, ohhhh goooooood.Please Rod�" Before I could beg
him to take it out he took away the mic.

"Please what Jackson, please fuck your ass? Patience buddy!"
He jammed his finger all the way up.
"Now we see how many fingers this stud can take. Here
goes number two, ungh, oh, yeah, tight fit there officer. You must do a
lot of squat thrusts at the gym! Here comes number three. Hmmm, doesn�t
look like it will fit. I �m going to have to use some force. Sorry about
that Officer. What? You want me to stop? But officer, my dick is bigger
than three fingers. Just relax. There you go. Give in to it, let the feelings
guide you. Oh yeah man."

I was trying to relax, trying to get away, anything. My
whole body was trembling. Suddenly Rod withdrew his fingers, leaving my
asshole twitching in recovery. He grabbed the mic again.

"Alrighty then, before we get the main event I think you
all are still waiting on something, right? And I aim to please!"

The music got louder and from the corner of my eye I could
see Rod begin to strip, despite the fact that his hard dick hung out of
his motorcycle breeches. He was a showman to the last.

With the grace of a dancer the big muscled stud slowly
and teasingly removed his shirt,revealing the broad muscled chest. Rod
had carefully shaved it clean to show off his awesome pecs and washboard
stomach. Constant chants hurried him along to the next stage, sliding off
those tight breeches and flexing his massive thighs. His breeches unzipped
on the calves enough that he could slide them off and still keep on his
tall black boots.

Soon enough he was stark naked except for the boots and
a pair of short tight leather gloves. From a box on stage he took two arm
bands, silver metal, and slid them up to his bulging biceps. He then paraded
around, showing off his body, his stiff prick bouncing to the beat. One
of the bodyguards handed him a cigar and he puffed away at that. His dick
was dripping. He was ready to get off and I knew how he would do it.
He got the body guard to help him put more straps on
me until my body was suspended by a series of slings and chains. I was
spread eagle in mid air, my virgin ass crotch level with Rod.

"Thanks for waiting officer Jackson!" Rod smacked my
ass, a cheer went up. My face burned red.

"Get ready buddy to become a butt fag, no more mister
straight guy for you!"
His fingers were playing with my ass, and despite myself
my dick hung ramrod stiff down, dripping cum of its own. I was so horned
up.

Rod was agonizingly slow, I later learned not out of kindness,
but to milk the crowd. He took his sweet time sinking his fat prick into
my ass, enjoying my moans and begging screams to stop.

By the time he had reached the end, his cock all the way
up my ass, my mind was shot, wandering lost from a mixture of pain and
horniniess. The crowd began to chant again.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Rod obliged them and
began to pump his fat cock in and out of my abused ass. He reached around
and put a bottle under my nose.

"Breath deep fuckwad." I sniffed in the bottle and right
away my mind began to fly. I could feel my ass relax some and at the same
time Rod picked up the pace. Soon he was pounding his thick body against
my ass, his cock pile-driving into me, wrecking everything I knew about
myself.

With a mighty groan I felt him suddenly pull all the way
out. I turned my head to watch as he grabbed his dick and jerked it quickly
three times, hard. Jets of milky cum flew out and landed all over my back
as he screamed obscenities. The crowd�s roar was deafening.

It was only a minute but it seem like forever until
his cock stopped pumping out seed. He saw the look of shock on my face
and smiled. He was coming back down the earth. He leaned over and whispered
to me.

"Damn that was hot buddy. Let�s get you back stage and
I�ll work that crank for ya!" He unshackled me and helped me stand. The
crowd was cheering wildly. Rod motioned for me to bow so I did. Meanwhile
the bouncers had taken out our boots and let the crowd "tip" us. I was
handed my two boots stuffed full of cash.

Rod led me back to the dressing room in silence. I was
took shocked to say anything, and still naked (Rod had managed to slip
his breeches back on, but had not bothered to zip them up, letting his
fat soft dick hang out, dripping cum. I hung my head in shame as he paraded
us through the kitchen. The men there let out wolf whistles and cat calls.
Finally back in the dressing room he pushed me down onto
the couch. All the other strippers were out front for a big finale.

"Stay here bud, I gotta whiz but when I get back I�ll
get you off."

But no sooner had Rod ducked out than Mark, the club owner
came in the room. He smiled as he saw me, covered in sweat and cum, naked,
sitting on the couch. I smiled weakly at him, still in a daz
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