Once upon a time there was a young man named Peter, who had a problem. In all of his twenty four years of life, he felt that he was missing something, something important, but he didn't know what this was. Oh, he had a good job that paid well and gave him satisfaction, and he was handsome, his body that of an ancient Greek athletic god. He had a lovely Asian girlfriend with whom he had earth-shattering heterosex, but there was still that something missing.

One day as Peter was going out for the evening, he ran into an old roommate from community college. His friend's name was Mike, and they chatted a bit before going out to a local bar. Mike was fourteen years older than Peter, and Peter knew that Mike was gay, but also believed that Mike had lots more experience than he, so Peter listened to what Mike had to say. As they sipped their drinks at the bar, Peter mentioned to Mike that something was missing in his life.

"I don't know what it is, Mike," said Peter as he hunched over the bar, "it's not like I don't have a good job or a great girlfriend. For some reason, I feel like it's all for naught."

"When did you start feeling this way, Peter?"

"About the time we had lived together, probably three years ago, it started to get worse right after you moved out and I moved in with my girlfriend." He paused and drank a bit more, then said, "It's beginning to affect me everywhere, at work and during sex. Shiho has been getting more pissed at me lately because I haven't been fucking her as often. Shit, I haven't even been fucking anything but my hand for the last few weeks."

Mike studied Peter thoughtfully, and then said, "I know of a place where they handle problems of this nature. I noticed that you were dissatisfied with something when we lived together, but I thought it was school-related or that you and Shiho were having more troubles than you let on." He wrote out some information on a bar napkin and handed it to Peter. "Go to this place tonight, about midnight or later is fine, and present this token to the man at the door." Mike handed a small object in a little leather pouch to Peter. "Don't open it here, just put it in your front pocket and leave it there until you get to this address. I think your whole problem will be solved."

"Thanks, Mike, for the help, but I'm still puzzled, where am I going and what is my problem?"

Mike just patted Peter's beefy forearm and said, "Just trust me and be there tonight." He finished his drink, paid and left Peter at the bar, the note and the leather pouch still in his hand. Shrugging, since he DID trust Mike and decided that he'd think about it later, he folded the note and put both the note and the pouch in his front left pocket. A tingle started in his cock, and he noted with amusement that he had a hard on and, because he 'dressed left,' the bulge of his cock was almost touching the bulge of the pouch in his pocket. Peter paid his tab and left, the tingling almost pleasant as he wandered back home.

Peter arrived at the address on the napkin just a little after midnight. The only indication that he was even near an establishment of any kind was a small brass sign beside a door which gave the address, and a smaller sign below that said, "Insert Token to Enter." Puzzled, Peter knocked and waited, but no one came to open the door. As he reached to knock again, the tingling against his cock grew much stronger, and he fished out the small leather pouch. He opened the pouch and found a small token, but the light was too dim near the door to see anything else but the small brass signs. Peter put the token into his hand and felt his hand drawn towards a glowing slot (which wasn't there before) in the door. Depositing the token in the slot, he heard a short grinding noise and the door opened, letting him enter a darkened area. Before he could even make another move, the door slammed shut.

Peter's eyes, still adjusting to the dark area, slowly picked out the glowing arrows on the floor and he followed these arrows to a small door outlined in the same faint light. He opened this door and was assailed by bright light and the sounds of moaning and grunting. As his eyes adjusted now to the brilliant lighting, the sounds faded away and he saw a medium sized hallway, with various doors on either side.

Strange symbols were etched onto brass signs affixed to each door, and a small slot instead of a doorknob glowed invitingly. Peter reached into his pocket and pulled out the small pouch and found that another small token was inside. Inserting this token into the first door, he entered another dark room and after the door closed, the lights gradually brightened to show him some very different things beyond his experience.

Two men, both naked and well-built, were in the middle of the room, one on his hands and knees on top of a small heavy table and the other standing behind him. The standing one had on a rubber glove, smeared with some kind of white substance, and was slowly pushing various fingers into the first man's asshole. "Ohhhhh, God that feels good!" cried out the man on the table, his reddish body hair matted with sweat and that white lubricant. "Give me more!"

"You got it, baby," said the second one, his long brown hair slicked back into a ponytail that nearly ran down to his asshole. The two men continued their assplay, completely ignoring Peter as if he didn't exist. After getting more and more of his fingers into the redhead's asshole, the other man removed his fingers and slapped the ass before him. "OK, roll over!"

The redhead complied, and the man reached under the table and pulled out a small latex dildo. This being the first dildo that Peter had ever seen, much less felt or used, he was surprised at how like a penis this plastic thing was. It looked to be about five inches in length, and maybe two or three inches in diameter, and had two small bumps near the end that Peter supposed were the balls. It was flesh colored, or was, until the ponytailed man began rubbing the white goop all over it, then pressed the head of the dildo into the redhead's asshole.

"Here it comes, baby," said the ponytail, as he slowly eased the dildo into the redhead's ass. Peter's cock began getting quite hard at the sight, even though he was 'straight' and didn't care for sex with men. His asshole twitched at the thought of the dildo going up his ass and he imagined that he was the redhead on the table and that the ponytail was fucking him with that dildo. With a cry, the redhead clutched at his cock and jets of creamy man juice shot all over his chest. The ponytail eased the dildo out of his ass and tossed it and his gloves into a bin, then rubbed the jism into the redhead's furry, muscular pecs. He kissed the redhead, and then helped him off the table, and then watched as the redhead left through a door at the opposite end of the room. "Next," the ponytailed man said as he stared at Peter.

Peter slowly began taking off his clothing, spellbound by the gaze of the ponytailed man and still reeling from the sex scene he'd just witnessed. As his clothing came off, he put them into a bag that had somehow materialized beside him. When he was completely naked, his feet moved slowly towards the muscled, ponytailed man and he was helped onto the table and positioned on his hands and knees.

"First time, huh?" said the ponytail, as he pulled on a fresh pair of gloves and got out a fresh can of the white goop, "I'll go slow and easy with you, then, and you just need to relax." Peter felt the first slight probing of a finger up his butt, and then the man stopped. "Well, I can see that you really are a virgin to this thing, you're still dirty." A small spotlight appeared over a toilet in the far corner of the room, and a nozzle dropped down into the man's hand. Putting a little of the white goop on the nozzle, the man inserted the tip into Peter's ass. "Try to relax, this is warm water, just a bit above your body temperature, that is going into you. We're going to clean you out so that not only will your asshole be ready for play, but also you'll really enjoy it more." He fiddled with some valves and other things, and Peter felt the water enter him. "Some guys even get off on this part, enjoying the feeling of weight in their guts by the water." A small bell rang softly and he instructed Peter to clamp down on his butt as if he wanted to hold in his shit, then removed the nozzle and then helped him off the table.

Peter was led to the toilet and told to let go of his water. The torrent and sounds embarrassed Peter, all the more intense because of the ponytailed man's presence and his massaging of Peter's lower abdomen and sides during the evacuation. "This is common, don't be worried or embarrassed, just relax and let the water out." Peter tried to comply, and when the last of the water trickled out, the toilet flushed and a small nozzle in the toilet moved out to spray Peter's asshole and buttocks so that he was clean again. He stood up and the toilet obediently flushed a second time. Peter was led back to the table and the nozzle was inserted again. Four or five times Peter was douched and emptied, and then the ponytailed man declared that he was ready.

The strangeness of the enema and the calming, sexy voice of the ponytailed man had canceled each other out, and Peter was more relaxed than when he started, but he tensed again as he felt the gloved finger enter his asshole. The man just clucked his tongue and reached underneath Peter and began stroking his cock and fondling his balls. This new sensation began calming Peter, and he didn't even flinch when the man found his prostate and began stroking it in time with the hand that was jacking Peter's cock.

One finger became two, and soon became three, and Peter was starting to enjoy the feeling, a small part of him knowing that there wasn't anything inherently gay about this activity, why, his girlfriend could do this same thing! As this realization hit, he smiled and the ponytailed man caught his grin.

"So you've figured it out, huh? You straight guys seem to always have the same hangups with your assholes, always worried that some guy will want to fuck you and make you women. If you'd just relax and let the right person do the right things, you can see that even straights can enjoy having their assholes worked." Peter just murmured happily as the fingers stroked and torqued inside him, his cock hard and nearly ready to shoot.

The man slowly removed one finger at a time, easing out the last finger and letting go of Peter's cock. As Peter watched, the man found another, clean dildo similar to that of the redhead's, and began greasing it up with the white goop. "Now, just relax and let this slip in. Remember, it's not a guy's cock, but just a bigger finger." Peter nodded and waited for his first dildo.

The head of the dildo slipped in, and the man waited for Peter to adjust to the new sensation, then slowly slipped the remainder of the dildo inside, all five inches or so. The dildo flared a bit towards the end, and Peter gasped a bit as his asshole was stretched a bit more each time the flared end moved into his pucker. Soon the man was rotating the dildo about, hitting different points inside Peter, which made his almost painfully hard cock drool with pleasure. This turned into a slow, leisurely fuck that the downstroke always punched against Peter's prostate, sending waves of pleasure up and down his spine. The man stopped and told Peter to get onto his back with his legs in the air, and without a word Peter flipped over, the dildo held in place by the man's strong arm.

"Stroke your cock with some of this lube," said the ponytail, while Peter felt the dildo pound his love button and stretch out his hole, "you'll be ready to cum in a few moments and you'll want to get the full feeling of it yourself." Peter grasped his cock and started pounding his meat in time to the pistoning dildo in his ass, and just as the man had said, Peter's orgasm ripped through him, his battered prostate happily providing enough juice for his aroused balls and shooting gobs of cum all over his face, chest and abs.

Laughing quietly, the ponytail pulled the dildo out of Peter's ass and patted his now limp cock. "See, that's pretty good sex. Anybody can do it, not just a stud like me." He rubbed the cum into Peter's pecs and abs, and then suddenly bent over and sucked Peter's cock into his mouth. Peter looked up, startled, yet still floating in the post-orgasm haze, and savored the warm, wet feeling before making a small cough. The ponytailed man let go of Peter's cock and helped him up off the table, another young man standing nervously at the door where Peter entered. "Go through that door. You'll really like the next station," said the man, as he waved Peter out. As the door closed behind Peter, he heard the man say, "Next," then he looked around this new room.

Three low couches were in this next room, each covered with a sheet and with a tub of the white goop beside it. The head of each couch was tipped up slightly, and the middle sunken in a bit, the reason made obvious by the two occupied couches. As Peter watched, the redhead from the previous room and a second young man, both of them handsome and well-built, began pressing fingerfuls of the white goop into their assholes. Their backs were supported by the raised ends of the couch, and the scooped out middles allowed their asses to rock inside when they lifted their legs up to access their buttholes. The men ignored Peter, their entire concentration on their assholes, fingers now slowly working inside themselves, and another digit being inserted until they moaned with delight.

Peter moved to the third couch and thought, why not? He lay down upon the couch and, taking up a fingerful of the goop beside him, lifted his legs and pressed his finger into his ass. This is almost better than when the other guy did it, he thought, as he got the sensations of doing it as well as receiving it at the same time. Soon all three young men had one or more fingers up their asses, and were grunting and moaning along with each thrust of their fingers.

The young man on the first couch seemed to be the leader, at least the redhead followed what he did, and Peter then followed the redhead. This young man, a cute blond, reached down to where a small box lay beside the couch, and pulled out a dildo, this one black and bigger than the one that had previously invaded Peter's and the redhead's ass. He greased it up and, in one stroke, had buried it deeply inside him. The redhead, only hesitating a second, greased up his dildo and pushed it inside himself, grunting only a bit as he adjusted to the larger dildo in his ass.

Now it was Peter's turn, and he greased up the dildo and pushed the head into his ass. The pain stopped him a bit, but the two men's obvious pleasure with the dildo caused him to continue pressing, and soon the pain turned to exquisite pleasure as he slipped the entire dildo inside him. All three men began shoving and rotating their dildoes, attempting to replicate the ponytailed man's technique, and Peter's found that his cock, which had only just shot perhaps an hour ago, was now rock hard and ready for another round. The other men had their hands on their cocks, so Peter followed suit, his hand fitting around his cock like a known friend. As if choreographed, the blond shot his load, then the redhead, and right after that, Peter shot his load, all three jets of white spume arcing over their bellies to land in the tight valley between their pecs. The redhead, after he removed his dildo and dropped it into a bin in front of the couches, left through another door, and Peter followed him.

The next two rooms were more of the same, Peter either doing himself with a bigger dildo or bent over and having somebody else push the dildo up his butt. Each room's dildo was bigger than the last, and as Peter left the fourth room, he realized that he'd just taken a dildo that was very similar in size to his own cock. Smiling at the thought of having fucked himself, he entered the fifth and last room.

This time, no other young man was there, just a small stool with something glittering upon it. As Peter walked forward, he saw that the stool had a dildo attached to it, a bright golden one, that was easily a good ten inches long and three or four inches in diameter. Large balls hung from a flesh-like sack below this monster, resting upon the seat of the curved stool as if a man was reclining upon his back, his hardon standing proudly at attention. The tub of lube was right there, and an insane desire to sit on this dildo grasped Peter's reason. He greased up the golden monster and then, straddling the stool, slowly sank downward, the monster entering his body and sending little jabs of pain/pleasure through his body. He rose up, then down, fucking himself on the golden dildo as all around him, young men from the other rooms came to watch. Peter was so into the sensations from his battered asshole that he didn't notice the others, he just twisted and pushed against the dildo, trying to find another spot that felt as good as the last one. He started lifting up and dropping down upon the monster, his body weight driving the dildo deep into him, his abused love button groaning for relief and his cock bobbing in front of him like a conductor's baton. One by one the young men moved forward, each stroking a part of Peter's body as they jacked off or pushed smaller dildoes into their asses. Two young men came over and, as Peter thrust downward, added their own strength and pushed down on Peter's shoulders, the extra pressure causing him to groan in delight. Others got the idea, and soon Peter's body was being lifted and pressed downward on the dildo, some men holding his arms, torso and legs and others pressing down hard on his middle. Two men took turns jacking Peter's hard cock and stroking his chest and abs, while another slipped his fingers into Peter's mouth as he moaned in pleasure. One by one, the men started cumming, their jets landing across Peter's body and being rubbed into him by the two men manipulating his body, and they moved off, until only Peter and the two men were left. Both men came at the same time, their juices colliding in the middle of Peter's belly, and then with a might thrust, Peter's own cock started spewing. The feeling was so intense, Peter blacked out.

When Peter came to, he was dressed and sitting outside in his car, the keys in the ignition and the doors locked. He looked around and saw that he was in front of an establishment, but couldn't make out what it was, and decided that he didn't know where he was in the city. Looking down, he saw a black bag with his initials on it as well as a small brass object hanging from a chain. He recalled some kind of token given to him by Mike, and looked closely at the object.

Embossed upon the brass coin was a glittering dildo, rising majestically from a pair of heavy balls, and preparing to enter what looked like an open asshole. Just feeling the coin in his hand caused Peter's asshole to itch with anticipation, and he dropped the coin and opened the black bag. Inside the bag were a few cans of the lubricant and an assortment of dildoes, small to large, with one in particular inside a velvet pouch.

Peter opened the pouch and dropped the object into his lap. A massive golden dildo lay against his own hard cock, the same cock that he'd pounded his asshole with in the last room in the building. He'd thought that the whole thing was a dream, but here was the proof in his lap. He noted that something was different about the dildo, and noticed that something rough was underneath the balls at the base. He turned the dildo upside down so that he could see the message engraved into the latex.

"Welcome to the club, Peter! Use this in good health and fulfill yourself. Love, Mike."