This is a sequel to Exclusive Club Chapters 1 (
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) and Chapter 2. To understand the full story I suggest that you read those two chapters first.
This story begins after Mr. and Mrs. Williams were lured to Las Vegas on a phony vacation contest. Melody has been the entertainment for an exclusive sex club for good part of the evening while Bill is being held captive in an electronic control room where he's been forced to watch his wife being ravished by a muscular young stud.
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I looked at the one TV screen still on my wife's face. A sheen of perspiration covered her skin and she looked like a rag doll. Fortunately Terrence continued to support Melody or I'm sure she would have collapsed against her restraints. While he held her one of the women came up, placed the blindfold over her eyes and tied it behind her head.
A voice that sounded like the body builder came softly through the speakers. "Melody are you doing okay?"
"You're joking right?" she answered weakly.
"Would you like a drink of water?" he asked soothingly.
"Yes please."
One of the attendants handed him a glass and he held it to my wife's lips. "Here take this too." He held up a small yellow capsule to her lips.
"What is it?" she asked.
"It's just something to give you more strength and it will make you feel better." He slid it between her lips and then gave her another drink of water. "There you will feel better in no time.
"Okay folks, it's time for another intermission," announced Bob through the speakers.
Announcing another intermission meant that they weren't done. I felt so helpless. How was she going to handle this? When they let us go do I let her know that I'd been watching the entire performance or do I pretend to be ignorant of what she's gone through?
Phillip interrupted my thoughts. "Mr. Henderson it's time you to go and join your wife."
Hearing this I let out a sigh of relief. Perhaps the show was over and they would let us go.
Then he continued, "You're going to be part of the show and I want you to cooperate with everything that is asked of you. If you don't cooperate, we will put a video on the internet and at the same time we will mail out copies to several people in your home town." He paused to let that sink in. "If you are you willing to cooperate, blink twice."
It only took me a second to decide and blink twice. "Good," he said. "First I'm going to give you a shot to counteract the muscle relaxant; then another to increase your libido and make sure that you have a good time." He walked over to a table and picked up two small syringes.
The door opened and one of the young women who had served drinks at the break walked in. She was a beautiful Eurasian with small breasts and dark areola surrounding her nipples. She moved in front of me and I saw that her pussy was clean shaven. She began unbuttoning my shirt without saying a word. When she finished unbuttoning my shirt, she unhooked my belt and pants before pulling the zipper down. Then she knelt at my feet and took off my shoes and socks.
Phillip, syringe in hand pulled my shirt down and inject something into the muscle of my arm. Switching syringes, he injected the second needle. "This one's sort of like a happy Viagra," he added. After he'd taken the syringes back to the table he released the handcuffs. I still couldn't move, but I already felt slightly euphoric.
They both helped pull off my shirt, pants and underwear. Phillip walked back to the table and returned with leather wrist straps just like Melody had around her wrists and ankles.
I felt him placing them on my wrists and linking them together.
I was now sitting there naked with my arms manacled behind me. The young woman stood looking at me dispassionately. It started to feel like I could move my arms and I flexed my shoulders.
After a moment I was able to move my arms slightly. "Now I'm going to put a gag on you, but if we should take it off I don't want you talking to anyone without permission. Not your wife, not anyone. If you disobey, we will release a video of the performance. Do you understand?"
I tried talking and my "Yes" came out clearly. He put a big gag in my mouth and tied it behind my neck. Then the young woman knelt at my feet and took my limp penis into her mouth and I immediately felt a stirring in my groin. In no time I was fully erect, all six plus inches.
Soon I was able to walk and they both supported me as we went through a couple of doors before stopping outside the room where I assume they were holding my wife. My cock was so hard that it was almost painful and I was embarrassed that Phillip could see me this way. Then he put a blindfold over my eyes before they opened the door.
Bob announced, "And now we'd like to introduce you to Mr. William Henderson, or Bill as he's known by his friends and coworkers." The audience applauded like I was some sort of celebrity and I could tell that I was now in the main room. However, after the applause died down I was pretty sure I heard some laughter too and I briefly hoped that it wasn't the comparatively small size of my erection that was the cause.
My two escorts moved me until my back was against the wall and after unhooking the restraints; they lifted my arms over my head and attached my wrist to some rings in the wall.
I sensed that people were all around me, not back in their seats and then I felt someone grab my cock and I recoiled a little. I smelled a heavy perfume nearby and heard a woman's voice say, "There, there sweetie, you've got nothing to be ashamed of. I wish my husband could get this hard." And then she squeezed my cock and laughed as she walked away.
As people moved about I had my erection casually stroked several time. I heard a female voice say, "He's not bad." Then a male voice said, "Only about average I'd say." I hoped that it was the woman stroking my erection and not the man.
"Your wife is very pretty," said the woman. "I'm sure that my husband is just being jealous. After all, you get to stick your average dick into her every night." She was still playfully stroking my cock as they stood in front of me, sizing me up, so to speak. "He's hoping to win the auction," she added.
"Auction? What auction?" I mumbled into my gag. I couldn't see anything with the blindfold on, but I thought that I could hear my wife sobbing. I hoped that the men weren't touching her as well.
"Honey, if you don't stop he's going to cum in your hand," said the husband.
"Oooh, wouldn't that be a waste," she snickered. "Do you think that I should stop Bill?" she teased. She took her hand away and I felt like groaning in frustration. I didn't want her to stop. My cock was throbbing it was so engorged. It must have been that shot Phillip gave me.
"Come on dear," said the husband. "I want to get a closer look at his wife."
"Ohhh Mel!" I groaned into my gag. "What auction?" I asked to no one.
"Well Betty, what do you think?" I heard a different female voice ask. I felt a feminine touch on my chest and then a fingernail ran down to my groin. She squeezed my balls a little too hard and I moved my hips away. "Oh sorry," she said, squeezing again.
"He has a nice ass," her friend, Betty, said. A different hand squeezed an ass cheek, her fingernails digging in painfully.
