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   Author's Note: The Gold Club is the first book of the Gold Club Series.
Book One deals with discovery of sex by two boys, Tom and Carl, who by the
time they reach high school, have been recruited into the bisexual,
anything goes, Gold Club.





   THE GOLD CLUB By Art Martin

   CHAPTER 7 WHAT THE HELL?  (Mm, oral, mm, anal)



   Next morning at 9, Tom woke with a start.  Mildred, the maid, was
coaxing them to get up and get ready for football practice.  Tom was
horrified at being discovered naked in bed with Carl, sprawled on top of
the sheets, cum still seeping from his aching rectum.  But Mildred didn't
seem to notice that anything was out of the ordinary as she calmly
announced that breakfast would be ready in fifteen minutes.  She then
turned and left.

   "Jesus, Carl!  What's going on here?"

   "Don't worry about Mildred, she's cool."

   "What about your dad?"

   "I told you that you were going to get a real ass fucking!  How'd you
like it?"

   "Jesus!"

   "I knew you would like it.  Bob was worried, but I told him all the
things we'd done and how much you enjoyed sucking dick and ass fucking.  I
convinced him that he could trust you and bring you into the Gold Club. 
You like your ankle bracelet?"

   "Yeah.  But."

   "I'll tell you all about it later.  Shit it's late!  Come on we've got
to get ready or we'll be late for practice.  You don't want Coach to be
pissed off at us do you?"

   "No."

   "Then come on!"



   After being issued his pads and practice uniform, Tom suited up and
joined the team on the practice field.  It didn't seem to bother Carl any,
but Tom was somewhat sluggish with a very sore butt.  His balls ached from
being completely drained.

   Coach quickly became verbally abusive toward him for his lackluster
efforts.  "Sidor!  Get your butt moving.  You run like you have a stick up
your ass!  Move it!  Move it!  What's the matter with you!  Are you weak
from only eating pussy all summer?  Drop and give me another twenty!"

   It was a practice from hell.  Not only was he suffering the effects of
the major butt fucking he'd received the night before, but after spending
the summer in the cool, crisp air of the Rockies, he wasn't used to the
heat and humidity of Rockford.  Finally the torture was over and Bob picked
them up.  They ran a few errands, ate a cheeseburger with fries and
returned to Carl's.

   Carl went straight to the cabana, stripped and dove into the pool.  Tom
was still hungry and he returned to the kitchen to find a bite to eat.  He
was munching a cold chicken leg when Bob walked in, stark naked, wearing
only a gold ankle bracelet.  Tom reflected back that Bob had always worn
the bracelet, but it was only apparent when he was barefoot or wearing
shorts and sandals.

   "Tom, from now on, whenever you are in this house, you are to be buck
naked.  The only times you are allowed to wear any clothes are when you
first arrive or when you are leaving, unless you are instructed otherwise.
Do you understand?"

   "Yes, sir."

   Mildred was preparing food on the other side of the kitchen.

   "Well?"

   Tom pointed to Mildred.

   "She's been with me since before Carl was born.  She's well paid to keep
her mouth shut.  Now strip!"

   Tom removed his clothing.  His face flushed red with embarrassment.  As
Bob bent him over the counter top, Tom thought he was going to be ass
fucked right then and there in the kitchen with Mildred watching.  Tom's
dick grew hard from anticipation.  Bob spread his ass cheeks.  Bob knelt.
After a minute or so he gently fingered Tom's anus, his index finger
sliding in without any resistance.  Bob pulled his finger out and stood Tom
up.

   "There are no tears or other signs of any injury from last night, but
your ass is still stretched out.  Do you feel any sharp pains?"

   "No, but my butt is really sore".

   "I'm not surprised.  It will pass in a day or two."

   "Yeah, I know.  My nuts are aching too."

   Bob gently massaged Tom's nuts and still erect penis.

   "You better not allow anyone to butt fuck you until Doc looks you over
or for a few days until your ass recovers.  You need to strengthen up your
ass muscles.  Here, pretend you are peeing and squeeze to stop the flow. 
Yeah that's right.  Now do it quickly twenty times and then hold the last
one for as long as you can.  Good.  Now I want you to do twenty-five sets a
day, every day.  You can do them anywhere, anytime, at school, at church,
at dinner with your mom and dad, anywhere.  This exercise will strengthen
your sphincter and you will recover quicker after I fuck you, so I can fuck
you again and again.  Understand?"

   "Yes, sir," answered Tom.

   "You better understand and do the exercise, otherwise your butt will be
so loose you won't be able to control your bowels, and you'll be wearing
diapers the rest of your life.  Understand?"

   "Yes, sir," said Tom alarmed.

   "Good.  Now give me a blowjob!"

   Bob forced Tom to his knees and Tom took Bob's soft prick into his
mouth. Tom was keenly aware that Mildred was just across the room.  As he
gently sucked the big soft dick, it began to grow larger and larger, until
it was all he could do to swallow half of it.  Bob pulled back, freeing his
organ from the boy's mouth.

   "Remember what I told you last night, never tell anyone about what goes
on in this house or tell anyone about the Gold Club.  Understand?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "I'm going to like having you around Tom, you're a nice fuck.  Now go
on, I've got to make a few phone calls.  I'll call for you when I want
you."

   Tom gathered his clothes.  As he left the kitchen and headed for the
pool he noticed that Mildred acted as if he wasn't even there, that nothing
unusual or out of the ordinary had happened.

   Mildred had indeed been aware of the obscene act played out in the
kitchen, but she learned long ago to pretend not to notice and as Mr. 
Franks had said, "She's well paid to keep her mouth shut".  She was totally
dependent on Mr.  Franks and she wasn't about to jeopardize her security,
not for anyone.

   Years ago, before Carl was born, Mrs.  Franks found her at the Women's
Night Shelter in Westbrook, about fifty miles east of Rockford.  She was
forty, unattractive, uneducated, destitute and lived with an abusive drunk
who beat her on a regular basis.  She had no family and no friends.  She
had been at the shelter for several weeks after being released from the
hospital after a particularly harsh beating.  She didn't have any options
other than stay at the shelter or go home and be beaten again.  Then Mrs.
Franks rescued her, offering her a new life.

   After moving her to Rockford, Mrs.  Franks explained the rules.  Mildred
was to take care of the house, sometimes prepare meals, and sometimes serve
food and drinks at parties.  She learned that Mr.  and Mrs.  Franks were
both sexually promiscuous and frequently entertained guests.  She would
regularly witness nudity and sexual acts of all types.  She was a servant
and wasn't to acknowledge what was going on.  She would never be touched
nor asked to participate in the sexual activities at the house.  Above all,
she was never to reveal to anyone what was going on in the house.

   The Franks moved Mildred into a completely furnished 3 bedroom, two-bath
house, much, much nicer than anything she had lived in before.  She lived
there rent-free with all utilities paid.  She drew a modest salary from Mr.
Franks' consulting firm, complete with medical benefits.  She was given a
Toyota, leased by the firm, with insurance and maintenance paid by the
firm. In addition, Mr.  Franks set aside money for her retirement, in an
account that he controlled, and which had now grown to a substantial amount
over the years.  She had it good and she knew if anything happened to Mr.
Franks, she would lose everything.  Whatever he or his friends did to each
other was all right with her.



   Tom dove into the pool.  The mild shock of the cool water quickly wore
off as he swam underwater to where Carl was standing in the shallows.

   "Where've you been?"

   "In the kitchen, talking to your dad."

   "Talking?  Bet he made you suck his dick!"

   "Yeah, that's right.  He did.  Right in front of Mildred!"

   "Don't worry about Mildred, she's cool."

   "Shit, Carl!  What the hell's going on around here?"

   "Come sit on the steps with me and I'll tell you."

   "About two weeks after you left for Colorado, Derek Johnson came over
the night before he was to move to Indiana.  Bob left to go party with
Harry and Gayle DuBois.  Derek was talking about fucking all these girls,
including Judy Woods.  I thought he was full of shit.  He went on and on
about it.  He asked me if I had ever fucked a girl and I said no.  He
started to tease me about it, so I decided to show him something that would
knock his eyes out.  We went upstairs and I played one of Bob's porno
videos.  Next thing I knew, he pulled off my swim suit and made me suck his
dick."

   "Yeah, I bet he had to force you."

   Carl chuckled, "Yeah.  Anyway, after he shot his wad in my mouth, he
then jacked me off, spread my cum on his dick, and fucked me in the ass."

   "Yeah, I bet he had to force you into that too."

   Carl grinned, "Yeah, you know.  Anyway, my ass was tight, and he just
rammed his dick in and started fucking me hard.  It hurt!  I was yelling
and screaming it hurt so much, but then it stopped hurting.  I was really
enjoying it when who should walk in?"

   "Your dad?"

   "Yeah.  Bob."

   Bob had gone to the DuBois' for a night of three-way sex.  When he got
there, Harry and Gayle were once again fighting about something.  Bob
stayed for a while and tried to broker a peace.  When Harry and Gayle both
turned on him, he decided, "Fuck this shit!  I'll see you two later.  Call
me later if you want fuck!" Bob left and the fight escalated, each blaming
the other for ruining the evening.

   He made half dozen calls on his cell phone to other friends, but only
got their voice mail or answering machine.  He went over to Donk's gym, but
no one he knew was there.  He was horny as hell anticipating having sex
with his two old friends, and now the best he'll probably do tonight is
jack off.  Bob arrived home in a foul mood.  His balls were aching, wanting
release, needing release.  When he entered the great room, he could hear
sounds of raw sex coming from the upstairs.  Carl's groans of pleasure and
pain, mixed with the guttural grunts of the video.  He went upstairs and
through the open bedroom door.

   There was Carl being sodomized doggy style on the bed.  The other kid,
Derek was pounding the hell out Carl's ass and Carl was obviously enjoying
it.

   "Ahhhhhh!  Oh, god!!  Ahhhh!  Ohhhh!!!  Oh, yesss!  Oh, yesss!  Oh, that
feels soooo good!  Ahhhh!  Don't stop!  Please don't stop!  Ohhhhh!!! 
Ohhhh, god!  Don't stop!  Ohhhhhh!!!!  Oh, yes!  Ahhh!  Oh, yessss!!!!"

   Carl opened his eyes and saw that Bob was in the room!  "Oh, shit!!! 
Oh, shit!!!" Carl struggled to get up.

   "Be still ya God damned faggot!  I'm not through fucking ya yet!"
snarled Derek.

   Bob watched breathlessly with a raging hard on as Derek forced Carl's
head down on the bed and fucked him even harder.  Derek then saw Bob behind
him.  "Oh, shit!  Oh, shit!" he cried.  Derek scrambled off the bed, ran
for the door and down the stairs.

   "Oh, shit!" whimpered Carl.  "Oh shit!" His gut was wrenched in fear. 
He cowered expecting the blows to fall.

   "You little butt fucking son of a bitch!" Bob was unsure as what to do
or say next.  "Stay right where you are!  God damn it, don't you move until
I get back!" Bob turned and hurried off.  Carl thought he was going after
Derek.

   Bob wanted to fuck the boy, but he knew he had to think it through.  He
couldn't just force himself upon him.  He went downstairs, poured a double
scotch, chugged it, and fixed another.  Carl sure seemed willing, but then
he might have been raped.  Carl!  The memories flooded in, of Sally getting
pregnant soon after they moved into the house.

   She was on the pill, but as Doc Marin explained it, 99.999% effective
isn't 100%, there's always that pesky 0.001% to possibly spoil the party.
Sally had been regularly fucking all the men in the Gold Club and Bob
wasn't the father.  Before Doc Marin could definitively establish who the
father was, Doug Patterson was killed in a plane crash down in South Texas,
and by the process of elimination it was Doug who was apparently the
father. Sally had a difficult delivery and when it was over she had a
healthy baby but he would be her last child.  Her recovery was slow.  Like
all good mothers, Sally gave her baby all the love and attention he needed.
As usual, when babies arrive, things change.  No longer did they attend the
bimonthly orgies.  Bob's resentment of this unwelcome child grew.  He had
all the headaches of a father, but it wasn't even his fucking kid, and he
felt he was being punished.

   After six months, when Bob decided she had finally recovered enough, Bob
invited a group of men from the Gold Club over to gang fuck her and milk
her tits.  It took her by surprise but she loved it.  That night before the
men left, she put back on her gold ankle bracelet, never to remove it
again. Carl had to be bottle-fed after that as there wasn't enough milk for
him and Bob's friends too.  She continued to lactate afterward for over a
year, stimulated by the daily milking she received from not only the Gold
Club men, but the women too.  Sally was back to her old promiscuous self to
the delight of the Gold Clubbers, but the kid was always around and in
Bob's way.





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