Inside Club Taurus: A Male Chastity Novel
Inside Club Taurus
An Erotic Male Chastity Novel
Elliot Silvestri
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Inside Club Taurus
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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Contents
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Chapter 1
Jo didn’t know the name of the man whose beautiful cock she was sucking. She didn’t care to know. When he started to offer his name—real or not—she told him to close his mouth. She just wanted to suck his cock and so she did.
He was handsome, almost pretty. He had the lean muscles of a young man who kept fit by running rather than lifting weights. A thrilling shiver ran down her spine. He was a young man. Probably twenty years her junior. That made this even better.
When she met him less than an hour before he was wearing a leather harness around his torso. It looked like fetish gear because that was exactly what it was. He was also wearing a pair of tight black shorts that, when she pulled them down, proved to be the only real garment he was wearing.
That was when she discovered his beautiful cock. Thick but not too long. Jo could just barely get her fingers around it. He must have trimmed his pubic hair because it positively felt fuzzy against her nose when she deep-throated him. True, he wasn’t fully erect yet, but that didn’t stop her. It had been too long since she had done that with a man.
His balls were velvety smooth. It was obvious he shaved them. She liked how they felt under her fingertips and how she could enjoy their weight in her palm. When it came time for her to suck on his balls, he shivered in delight giving her such a feeling of satisfaction that had all but disappeared in her life.
They had barely talked. That was the way she wanted it. A quick introduction. She offered her name—not her real name—and when he started to offer his, she put her fingers on his lips.
They talked a bit. She finished the fruity alcoholic drink in her glass while they chatted and she admired his body. He was polite. He wasn’t allowed to drink alcohol here. She wanted to touch and run her fingers all over his body. His chest was lightly tanned from the sun—she saw the touch of a tan line at his waist where his shorts rode a little too low—and was almost hairless. The harness hid nothing, that was the point. It marked him as a willing partner and could be used as a method of restraining him if that’s what Jo wanted.
When Jo kissed him he willingly parted his lips to accept her tongue in his mouth. She hoped he could taste her last few drops of alcohol. To kiss him she had to go up on her toes and he had to bend down his neck, but that was fine.
Jo was in charge and that thrilled her more than anything else in this encounter.
Judging that he was adequate for her needs, she brought him back to one of the private rooms. Her intent was to use him just because she could.
Maybe he was surprised that she immediately went down on her knees to strip him and suck his cock. He probably wasn’t. He claimed to have been working for the club for a year. Certainly other women had sucked his cock in that time.
It was empowering to give a younger man a blowjob while she was still fully dressed. Jo didn’t intend to stay dressed.
The first thing that went were her red heels. They were uncomfortable in general and wearing them while kneeling jabbed her in the butt. Her jacket she had tossed aside the moment they had entered the room. As she sucked his cock she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it so he could see her tits barely contained by the pink bra.
There was no way for her to remove her pants without flopping around on the floor like a fool or standing up.
Jo stood up, unzipped her pants, wiggling them over her hips which she still thought were too wide along with her ass which was a little too fat, before stepping out of the wadded up material, leaving her in a matching bra and panties.
She had carefully thought this through. She didn’t need to seduce him, but it was fun to pretend to do so.
“I want to kiss you again,” she said and went up on her toes again. His hard cock, standing up now and jutting outward, conspired to prevent them from embracing, but she pressed her body to his anyway, reveling in the way his hard muscles and smooth skin felt against her.
“Do you want to go to the bed?” he asked her.
“Uh-huh,” she said, not trusting herself to speak actual words.
“Let me help you,” he offered and then, instead of leading her by the hand to the luxury-quality hotel bed in the private room, he instead picked her up and carried her.
Jo wasn’t fat, but she felt like she had put on too many pounds to be doing that.
Obviously with her young lover she was wrong on that account.
Gently he put her down on the bed and climbed on top of her, kissing her neck and shoulders and lips, his body pinning her down.
She let him take the initiative just to see what younger folks were doing now when it came to first-time encounters for sex.
His kisses moved from her mouth to her chest. He fumbled with the bra. She sat up and helped him remove it and then she was again on her back and her nipple was sucked into his mouth and she felt her pussy start to flood. It wasn’t that he was a phenomenal lover; it was that she hadn’t done this with someone new in so long.
Jo was helpless to resist—and she didn’t want to resist—as he kissed his way down her tummy before pulling down her panties. For a second she demurely kept her knees together, hiding her pussy from him, but that opened them because that was the whole point.
She was glad she had been recently waxed, though he would have said nothing regardless, her pubic hair having been trimmed and shaped into an elegant triangle with her lips all but bare.
The wetness of his tongue met the wetness of her sex and she moaned. It wasn’t for show, she was enjoying his attention that much. His mouth found her clit and lightly sucked as he slipped a single finger in her tunnel.
Her entire body quivered.
“Yes,” Jo encouraged him. “More.”
He did exactly that. It didn’t take long before she came, her climax lasting a wonderfully long time, her moan of relief filling the room, her pussy all but gushing amrita on his face and the bed.
“I want your cock,” she told him when she came to her senses. “I need your cock.”
It would have been a shame for him to use a condom, so he didn’t. His cock glided into her pussy and she groaned as he filled her up and Jo knew this wouldn’t be the last time she did this.
It didn’t matter if she was married to a man who didn’t know where she was right now.
“I came into some money,” said Jobeth, a light smile playing on her lips.
“I can see that.” Her accountant on the other side of the desk was still scanning the printed spreadsheet in front of him. “This really changes everything for you.”
“I know.”
“I’ve gone over almost all of this, getting things in order. And you have my sympathies on the passing of your…grandmother?”
“Great-aunt, actually.”
“Great aunt. Do you mind me asking why your parents didn’t inherit this money?”
“Let’s just say my family’s relationship with Aunt Jo wasn’t the best. I was the only one who really talked to her.”
“Was it because you were named after her?”
Jobeth laughed. “That’s just a piece of it. Complicated family dynamics and all that.”
Her accountant adjusted his glasses and nodded. “Well, I’ve gone over just about everything, closing accounts where I could, moving money around, all that good stuff. I need your signature to take care of a few more things.” He started passing her documents to sign. Jobeth automatically put her signature on them all.
“This is going to be a switch for you, isn’t it?” he asked her. “For years your husband had control of the money with his job. Tech sales is very lucrative. I admire you for being a librarian for twenty years, but there’s no money in it, is there?”
She nodded. “Yes. A shift.” She paused at one last document. “What’s this?”
He glanced at what she showed him. “Club Taurus? I don’t have any real idea. A social club of some sort that your great aunt belonged to. There’s a yearly membership fee that’s very high, as you can see here, and I figured you’d want to cancel it. Seems like a semi-political organization. Very secretive. Nothing much online about them other than a business address and such.”
“I’m going to hold onto this,” said Jobeth. “I have some old papers of Aunt Jo’s I’d like to possibly donate to the club.”
He shrugged. “It’s your money. It’s your money now.”
“Jo Moore was one of our founding members.” The woman across the table was professionally dressed and looked like she had just emerged from a hair salon after sitting in a makeup artist’s chair for an hour. Her demeanor and poise wasn’t showy or gaudy, but understated. Jo tried not to let herself be intimidated. “I’m sorry to hear of her passing. She hasn’t been active in the club in years, according to our records. I’ll be happy to reimburse her annual dues now that—”
“I’d like to keep her membership and transfer it to me,” Jo interrupted.
The woman paused. Jo was almost certain her name was Claudia. She looked like a Claudia. Jo cursed herself for not being able to remember the name. “Are you fully aware of what Club Taurus does?” She turned her head a little, looking askance at Jo.
“Aunt Jo was rich and kept to herself. She didn’t tell me everything, but she did give me this.” From her bag Jo produced a book emblazoned with Club Taurus’s logo. “She hinted, but after reading this, I know exactly what Club Taurus is all about.”
“I see.”
“I’d like a tour.”
“That’s not what we normally do.”
“I’d like to take over her membership,” Jo repeated. “The last thing you and the club want is for this sort of information to become public.”
They stared at each other for a long moment.
“I will need to consult on this first.”
“I can wait,” Jo said, sitting back in her chair, making it obvious she was going nowhere until she got what she wanted.
Claudia nodded and left the meeting room. They were in a nondescript office building filled with a variety of management companies. The sort of boring place where the dreary gears of industry turned slowly and steadily.
Jo looked out the window and wondered what the hell she was getting herself into.
Fifteen minutes later Claudia returned. “I can arrange for a tour of our primary facility when you want, but it will have to be during the day when we aren’t operating so that you can be…vetted.”
“Will that tour be today or tomorrow?” asked Jo.
She tried not to dress like a librarian, but she had been a school librarian for so many years it was part of her nature now. She had other clothes than what she wore to work, of course, but none of them seemed appropriate for a tour of Club Taurus. Instead she wore some newly purchased and much fancier than anything she had ever owned before lingerie. This was under her clothes, of course. Not wanting to seem wasteful or be someone she wasn’t, Jo wore a gray skirt that ended just above the knees, a white silk blouse that was taken out only for date nights with her husband, and black jacket to give the outfit a bit of class. Not wanting to go completely monochrome, she wore bright red heels also newly purchased instead of her high calf soft leather boots.
How does one dress for a tour of a place such as Club Taurus? Jo didn’t know as surely as she didn’t know exactly why she was doing this.
Jeremy was disappointed when Jo told him of her decision to retire from her librarian job. She was fully vested in her retirement plan and he was still working and after inheriting her great-aunt’s estate she wanted to do something new with her life.
Jo didn’t tell Jeremy that she was touring Club Taurus. He was busy with his job, which he claimed to love. He made excellent money at it. Keeping secrets from her husband didn’t make Jo feel good about herself. She had told him that Aunt Jo’s holdings were enough to sustain them for years if they wished. She didn’t tell him exactly how much money she had inherited.
The club itself was outside the city, not far and easily accessible from the tony neighborhoods on the north side, but also a short trip for those exclusive few who lived in the penthouses of the residential district in the city proper. The building was old, erected over a hundred years ago before the city started to sprawl, the center of a wealthy man’s horse farm. It was separated from the road by a stone wall and screening trees making it impossible for those driving by to see it. The driveway was long and winding, ending in a surprisingly large parking lot.
Jo felt embarrassed to park her ancient Civic next to a singular BMW and two Mercedes. Still, she had an appointment and wouldn’t be cowed.
She had expected to meet Claudia in the building’s entrance. She was not there. Another woman was.
“Ms. Patton,” she greeted Jo. “I’m Andrea.”
“It’s Mrs. Patton, actually.”
Andrea nodded. “Most of our members prefer to go by Ms.”
“I see. Why?”
“You don’t know already?”
“Why don’t you tell me,” Jo suggested.
Andrea’s eyes narrowed, but she answered anyway. “The women who comprise Club Taurus aren’t exactly submissive or subservient…unless they’re playing that game. Most go by their pre-marriage names, those that are married, that is.”
Jo noted Andrea avoided using the outdated term “maiden name” but didn’t comment on it.
“Why don’t you give me the tour now,” said Jo. “I need to determine if this membership is for me or not.”
“Yes. Claudia said as much.” Andrea took a step back and assumed the air of a professional tour guide. The sort of guide that knew the ins and outs of a foreign city and at the same time knew how to get behind the scenes at all the right landmarks.
“This is, as you can see, our reception hall.” Andrea pointed out a well-marked entrance just to the side of the reception desk. “That’s the way to the spa. I’ll take you there first.” She then indicated two other doors off to the side that looked like employee entrances. “Those will take you to the special services area and the private spaces. All areas are accessible inside the club proper, but it’s sometimes better to have separate entrances. Please follow me.”
Inside the spa area Jo received a tour of what appeared to be, and what was, a very high-end spa. The employees were dressed like they were in a medical clinic. The two clients Jo glimpsed were in ridiculously luxurious bathrobes. Andrea pointed out the hair salon, mani and pedi area, massage rooms, skin treatment suites, saunas and mineral baths, among other services. Jo was impressed but tried not to look so. It all seemed very nice, but it was certainly not worth the asking price of the annual membership.
“But I can get this sort of treatment at any number of places,” Jo pointed out as they finished the loop, walking back into the main reception area.
“Of course,” said Andrea, pulling out a key card and holding it near the wall. There wasn’t a sensor pad that Jo could see, but an instant later she heard a faint click and the unmarked door to the special services area popped open.
“Special services covers just about everything that members want and pay for. There isn’t anyone here now, well, no clients. Staff is preparing for tomorrow’s party.”
“Party?”
“Yes. Please follow me.”
Jo was shown a decently sized dining room filled with at least twenty large tables. Along one wall was a full bar with more seating. Andrea pointed out the sizable kitchen.
“A private restaurant?”
“Exactly. That wall folds back for entertainment, live bands and speakers and such.”
“Fine.” Jo was getting bored. Andrea sensed that.
She led the way down a short corridor. “This is the main dungeon playroom,” she said, opening a heavy wooden door and pushing on it. When Jo stepped inside, she was properly impressed.
The room was painted a dark gray. In the middle were several heavy, padded tables with thick chains and leather restraints. Along one wall was every possible implement that could be used in a BDSM scene, neatly hung and carefully maintained. Whips, crops, and paddles figured prominently along with a variety of tools that Jo couldn’t name. There were more chains, more restraints, more everything, more than her eyes could take in. She started to pale when she saw some fierce-looking clamps and spiked tools. There were leather gloves and hoods.
A shelf ran along the wall and Jo saw vibrators and dildos and other sex toys that seemed to be designed to be inserted into the human body, but she couldn’t begin to imagine where.
The overhead lighting was stark and that made it more real and scarier.
“The lights can be dimmed, naturally,” said Andrea as she turned a knob on the wall, demonstrating the lighting effects.
On the far wall were more restraints—chains and metal collars and hasps and even more—all attached to the wall.
Jo wasn’t sure if she was scared or turned on or both.
“Naturally everything is monitored by cameras,” Andrea continued, “for our members’ safety…and for those wishing to have video mementos.”
“Cameras?” asked Jo.
Andrea pointed to a few discreet camera lenses hidden among the room's fixtures.
“It’s never been a problem, of course. Video is strictly for security observation. Everyone knows this. Those who enjoy watching after the fact are welcomed.”
“Who…who watches?” Jo asked, not knowing what else to say.
“Security. Please follow me.” She left the room. Jo was happy to follow.
The next room was exactly what Jo would expect in a video security room. Lots of monitors and computer equipment with three office chairs in front of them. Only a few of the monitors were on, showing rooms empty of people. Jo saw beds. Then Jo saw someone moving a broom, cleaning the room.
“I see.”
“Let me show you something even better.”
Andrea led her to what was essentially a small movie theater. Comfortable reclining chairs and a huge home-theater style screen that would be measured in feet not inches.
“Many of the cucks and husbands watch from here.”
“Watch what?” Jo asked, already knowing the answer.
“Their wives and significant others having sex with other men…and sometimes other women.”
“Yes. Of course.”
“I’ve shocked you.”
“No, I just…wasn’t expecting this exactly.”
Andrea had shocked her, but Jo couldn’t admit that.
“Maybe this isn’t the social club for you.”
“No. This is exactly what I want,” Jo blurted out. “It’s what I need.”
Chapter 2
It wasn’t exactly a challenge to seduce Jeremy into fucking her that night. He had been gone on one of his many overnight sale trips. This one had lasted for three days. It was what kept their marriage going, the fact that they weren’t always around each other.
One of their few routines was for them to have sex on the night Jeremy returned from his trips. Jo had put on some lingerie under her rather drab and boring clothes, but didn’t tell him that.
She had plans.
“Was the drive long?” she asked him as they went to the bedroom and he started to undress.
“Just a couple of hours. No traffic, that was good.” He smiled and tossed his clothes carelessly to the floor, not even bothering to pretend he’d put them in the hamper.
Jo flopped to the bed and watched him. Usually he wanted a shower when he got home. That wasn’t going to happen tonight.
Jeremy kept eye contact with his wife as he removed all his clothes, hesitated for a moment, and then finally lowered his underwear, showing off his cock.
It was a nice cock, neither big nor small, but with a good thickness and a slight curve. She liked his cock. She had no reason to complain about his cock.
Jo was certain that Jeremy used his cock on other women during his sales trips.
His cock was soft right now.
“I’m going to shower and then we can—”
“No,” she interrupted him just as he started to walk toward the suite’s bathroom.
Jo popped open the button to her jeans and lowered the zipper, giving him just a hint of the panties she was wearing. She slid the tips of her right hand fingers into her panties. “I want you to fuck me before you shower.” She bit her bottom lip. “Would you like me to start with a blowjob?”
“Uh…”
He wasn’t sure how to process this. He didn’t run to the shower, but it was unusual for Jo to be this sexually aggressive.
Seeing his hesitation, Jo moved from the bed and knelt before him. Her jeans were tight enough that they didn’t fall down. Jeremy’s eyes went wide as she took his cock in her hand. He started to stiffen and rise. He started to protest when she leaned in and surrounded his hardening flesh with her mouth.
Jeremy groaned.
Jo was well-familiar with her husband’s cock. How it looked, hard and soft. How it felt in her hand and in her pussy. How it smelled and tasted. There were many variables to all of that, but his normally musky, masculine smell and taste were, for the moment, off.
Jo had tasted her pussy more than once. From her fingers. From Jeremy’s fingers. From his cock after he had used it on her pussy. She knew what pussy tasted like. His cock wasn’t exactly the flavor of pussy, but it was damn close.
He often tasted this way after a business trip.
She moaned a little in the back of her throat.
Jeremy grinned and his cock continued to rise.
When he was fully hard, Jo backed off but continued to pump him with her hand while looking up at him.
“Want to fuck me?” she asked.
“Always.”
“Want to fuck my face?” she asked him boldly. Jo rather liked sucking her husband’s cock and being face-fucked was part of the sexual repertoire.
“I’d prefer your pussy.”
“How about my ass?”
Anal sex wasn’t part of their sexual repertoire. They had tried it a few times, but it wasn’t to Jo’s liking and Jeremy didn’t make an issue of it.
“You want to try that again?”
“Maybe. Maybe I’m getting bored and I want to try new things.”
Grinning, Jeremy pulled her to her feet, kissed her, and then pushed her back on the bed. He then stripped her jeans off.
Seeing her panties, he frowned for a moment. “Are those new?”
“Yes. Special. I got them for you.”
Jeremy nodded and knelt on the floor, reaching for the panties’ waistband. She allowed him to pull them off.
“You shaved,” he said when he revealed her pussy.
“Waxed, actually. Just a little.”
Jo normally just did a bit of respectable edging. She now had a two-inch wide landing strip as the only cover for her mons. She had never gone completely bare in her life.
“Why?”
“I told you, I wanted to try something new.” She spread her legs wider and ran her index and middle fingers down either side of her slit, showing her wetness, showing her smooth skin.
“You’re plotting something.” Jeremy was no fool.
“Right now I want you to eat my pussy,” she told him.
Jeremy might have been cheating on his wife, but he knew when she—or any woman—asked for their pussy to be eaten, there was only one correct response.
He put his face to her crotch and fulfilled her request.
Jo flopped her head back and struggled out of her shirt and bra. Jeremy knew how to eat pussy. She suspected that he was so good at it because he had honed his skills with other women.
Was she in her rights to complain if she was the beneficiary of his cheating?
Once she managed to strip herself while Jeremy’s tongue and lips were teasing and thrilling her clit, Jo held her breasts, rolled her nipples between her fingers, and then pinched.
The pain thrilled her. She wanted more. She was going to get more.
“Fuck me,” she panted. “I need you to fuck me.”
“Coming right up,” said Jeremy, getting to his feet to climb on top of her and the bed.
“No,” she said, flopping over before he had the chance to mount her. “Fuck me doggy.”
It wasn’t something they always did, but Jeremy knew what his wife’s asshole looked like. He wasn’t going to say no.
She got on all fours and he knelt behind her, cock in hand, running the head up and down her slit, getting it wet.
“Just fucking put it in me,” she begged him.
He shoved it in and started fucking her as hard as he could to prove his masculinity to her…and himself.
Jo went along with the ride. She still liked being fucked and she loved his cock. He knew what she liked and he did all of those things now: the pace, the force, the speed, holding her ass and then her waist and keeping going until she reached her inevitable peak so that he could cum.
Just as Jo was about to climax, she stifled her own orgasm and pushed back at him. “I want to ride your cock,” she told him.
Jeremy paused. “Sure.” He wasn’t that close yet and why not let his wife do some of the work? It took a moment to change positions and reinsert him into her, but in short order Jo was happily perched on his body, impaled on his cock, rocking her hips happily.
Reaching up, Jeremy took her tits in hand and played with her nipples. That distracted Jo, but it was also just enough impetus for her to continue her plan.
“I want to do something new,” she said.
Jeremy just looked at her. He was more focused on his cock and the building orgasm than engaging in dirty talk.
“What do you want to do that’s new?” he asked, barely realizing what he was saying.
“I want to fuck other people,” she blurted. Her timing was perfect. It took Jeremy a second, but then the words struck him and his eyes popped open.
“Other people?” His cock was throbbing inside her. He was so close.
He hated the idea.
He loved the idea.
“I want to fuck other men,” she told him, staring directly into his eyes. “And maybe other women.”
There was no way for him to hold off any longer. He came. Jeremy came harder than he had in a long time. He was surprised at how hard he came considering how he had spent the last few nights. He didn’t think he had it in him. Obviously, he did.
Jo’s orgasm was much milder. She braced her hands on his chest and trembled as the wave passed through her. She was nervous. She was scared. But she wanted this and if she had to leave Jeremy behind, then so be it.
With a long, drawn-out groan, she slid down on top of him, his cock still inside her, throbbing, but slowly subsiding.
They breathed heavily for a minute, enjoying the sensation of each other’s skin against their bodies, all in silence.
“What do you think?” she asked as she rolled off his body and closed her legs. She’d have to go to the bathroom soon enough, but for the moment she wanted his cum in her.
“That was great,” he said.
She wasn’t going to let him weasel out of her proposition. “What do you think about fucking other people?” she asked him bluntly.
“Are you asking me permission or is this dirty talk to get you off?” Jeremy wanted to avoid this conversation. He was, rather foolishly, certain that she had no ideas about his extracurricular activities. His cheating. His infidelity.
Jo glared at him. “Our sex life is getting boring. I want to expand it.”
“You want to cheat on me.”
She refrained from bringing up what she knew about him. Jo couldn’t injure Jeremy’s fragile ego.
“No. If I was going to cheat on you, I’d just fuck another guy and not tell you about it.” Jo took in a deep breath. “You can fuck other women, too, if you want.”
“Why are you asking for this?”
Jo ignored ...