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Subject: {ASSM} Shooters II (Fm, FM, exh, voy, mast)
Date: Sun, 15 Jul 2001 18:10:02 -0400
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Shooters II (Fm, FM, exh, voy, mast)
by JackBro (JackBro_99@yahoo.com)

***

A young woman visits a new club on the strip called 
Shooters, the ultimate male strip joint where the men 
go all the way and then some.

***

Warning: The following is a sexually explicit story 
based on purely fictional events and intended for 
mature audiences only. If you are offended by such 
stories or too young to be reading them, get your 
lazy butt off this computer and move it outside where 
it can get some exercise. All characters are 
fictional and not intended to resemble real people. 
Comments welcomed, and always remember to practice 
safe sex.

Note: To give credit where credit is due, I would like
to point out that while this story was written by me
the concept originates with another. The following was
developed out of an earlier (around late April 00)
posting called "Shooters" to the alt.sex.stories
newsgroup. The original posting was more of a
collection of thoughts than a real story, but I used
it to develop this longer, more complex version with
something more resembling of a plot.


Men are messy, no doubt about that. But you can't 
believe how messy unless you have been to Shooters, 
the A1 class male strip joint in New York City. 
There, the men there do it all! And when I say all, I 
mean they really go all the way.
I am a young, 23 year old brunette that likes to 
party. Now don't get me wrong. 

That doesn't mean I'm easy; it just means I like to 
have a good time. I like to do new and unique things, 
and one of those things is going to male strip 
joints. I think every girl should experience a male 
strip joint at least once in her life. As for me, I 
try to make it as often as I can.

I found Shooters through a chance ad in one of those 
free weeklies that you find in the adult district of 
any major American city. This city happened to be the 
greatest city of all: New York, New York. The name 
stuck out when I read it, mostly because it rhymes 
with the name of that other popular restaurant-
nightclub. You know the one. It's where the men like 
to go to view big busted girls wearing tight cut-
offs. I naturally figured the similarity in the names 
wasn't a mere coincidence. I thought it was a cute 
little pun, but I was soon to find out otherwise. As 
I will explain, there is a very different reason why 
this male strip joint is called Shooters.

The first time was the best, and I've since been back 
three more times. I would go more often, but Shooters 
does have some drawbacks. More precisely, it has two 
of them. First, the cover charge to get into the 
place is astronomical. I won't say how much because 
it is too embarrassing to admit, but let me just say 
it is more than I get from a whole month's worth of 
tips at my job as a waitress. 

Second, they keep moving it. In order to keep from 
the law, Shooters relocates to a different 
establishment about once ever two weeks. That makes 
it hard to find the place once you saved up enough 
money to go back again, but once you do it's the 
greatest experience in the world. Let me explain why.

It starts with the warm-up dances. Anywhere from one 
to maybe three men will come out onto the stage at 
the same time. They will do their routine, and then 
another group of one to maybe four men will come out. 
Each group has a different theme and wears different 
outfits. The first group might be a lone guy dressed 
up as a policeman. The second group might be a pair 
of men dressed up as construction workers. Each group 
will be wearing something different when they come 
out, but by the time they leave they will all be 
wearing the exactly the same thing: their birthday 
suits. You see, at Shooters they go all the way. Each 
guy strips down to the absolute bare, and then he 
quickly runs backstage before you have a chance to 
take a really good look.

These men are to warm-up the crowd. Their purpose is 
to tease the women and then quick run away as though 
they are too shy to show themselves. They usually 
come in four groups, maybe six to eight men in all, 
one right after another. As soon as the first group 
strips naked, a Master of Ceremony announces the 
second and out they come.

Through all of this, the general noise and level of 
excitement in the room gradually goes up. Each group 
seems to make the women increasingly excited and more 
aroused. "Take it off," they will yell. "Let me see 
your meat," They will encourage the men. Of course, a 
big part of this increase in the excitement level has 
to do with the amount of alcohol being served too.

About twenty minutes into the show the main 
attraction begins. A whole group of men will come out 
at once, usually a dozen. And they will come out 
wearing all sorts of different outfits just like the 
first groups. It is the construction workers that I 
like the best, but others will be dressed as doctors, 
repair men, cat burglars, airline stewards, or 
whatever it takes to satisfy some woman's little 
fantasy. They all come out wearing something 
different, and then they begin to take it off.

The audience of women really gets into it at this 
point. With a few drinks into their systems, they 
yell and scream for the men to "show me what you got" 
- and then they do! Each man does a slow, provocative 
striptease, much better than the warm-up dances, 
taking off one small piece of clothing at a time. 
Different men will use different techniques, which I 
always find to be really neat. With so many men up on 
stage at the same time, it's a fascinating experience 
to be able to shift your eyes back and forth to 
compare. 

It is also easy to compare other things too, like 
what each guy looks like with fewer and fewer cloths 
on his body. It's interesting to compare stature, 
physic, how good of shape they are in, and other 
things as well. All men are different. 

It's no different at Shooters, except at Shooters 
they all end up in the same condition. The men keep 
removing their clothing until there is nothing more 
to remove. The strip down to the bare - to absolutely 
nothing. They show the women everything they have to 
offer, but that is only the beginning.

Next, after the entire group is bare and all the men 
are naked, the music changes to some kind of rap song 
with a heavy beat. This will cause the men to dance 
harder and to put increased vigor into their moves, 
making them shake and gyrate their bodies all around. 
Let me assure you, you will never listened to rap 
music quite the same way again after watching to it 
at Shooters.

I am sure most of you have probably guessed this 
already. It is not hard to figure out. As the men put 
increased vigor in their dance, it puts increased 
motion into their cocks - which I really love! I 
guess I've always liked to watch a guy make his dick 
bounce up and down and sway back and forth. All the 
other women in the audience seem to like it too.

At the same time, the warm up dances will come out on 
stage too. They will be in the same condition that 
they left; namely, in the bare. They will all be 
naked, so there will now be almost twenty nude men 
out on stage strutting their stuff.

The music takes over at this point. The hoots and 
hollers of the women die down as they busy themselves 
watching. They look wild eyed and stair as they 
follow the various men up on stage, their eyes 
roaming from one gyrating cock to another. The men 
will take turns coming to the front of the stage to 
shake themselves more violently. Some will be more 
energetic about it than others. A few will shake 
their dicks around so much it will look as though 
they are about to shake it right off their bodies. It 
is these men that I like the best.

During the whole ordeal, you see different women have 
vastly different reactions. Some act shocked, as 
though it is the first time they have ever witnessed 
such a spectacle. Others sit silently with their 
mouths wide open, as though they are too surprised or 
embarrassed by all the male nudity to say anything. 
The more wild, outgoing women - which always hold the 
majority - begin to yell and scream and really get 
into the action. Different women will have different 
reactions, but they will all keep on looking at the 
same thing.

It is to the most outgoing women that the naked men 
attack first. Well, I maybe shouldn't use the word 
"attack." The men don't attack the women at all. It 
is more of a case where the women attack the men.

First, they come off the stage. The men jump down 
into the audience and start dancing between the 
tables. They shake their goodies in close proximity 
to the women, sometimes walking right up to a table 
and doing it within a mere inches from a girl's face.

Next comes one of the best things I like about 
Shooters. You see at Shooters, management does not 
mind if you touch, and I think you know what kind of 
touching I'm talking about. The more gregarious women 
quickly take advantage of this opportunity, and so 
reach out and grab the cocks of the male strippers. 
At first, they will make a quick lunge at a guy and 
touch him for only a second. 

This will cause the man to jump and the women to 
laugh and giggle. Next, the man will offer himself 
again or say something like "you hardly touched it" 
or "take a better feel." The woman will take him up 
on this offer and take another lounge at it, but this 
time hold on for a little longer. Then they will 
touch it again or someone else at the table will take 
a turn. It usually does not take very long before 
most of the women will grab on tight. They lift the 
guy's entire package up into the air as though 
gauging its weight, or give his soft dick a pull and 
try to bring it closer.

A few times every night - and it happens every time I 
have ever gone to Shooters - one of the women in the 
audience will grab hold a little too hard. She will 
grab hold of a guy by his entire package and give his 
nuts a squeeze. This will quite naturally send the 
poor man cringing to their floor in pain, which has 
the effect of only increasing the arousal in the 
women still more. I'm not sure why this is the case. 

My theory is that after the women witness the power 
they have over the men they can't get enough. After 
this, the men have to be very careful, as others will 
start to squeeze harder and longer too. After it 
happens once, it almost always happens at least one 
or two times more in quick succession. 

On a few rare occasions I've witnessed a man sent 
squirming. Some especially energetic and usually 
drunk young lady gives a guy a squeeze and simply 
does not let go. He will be seen crying at a table in 
a desperate effort to try to get a woman to let go of 
his acing nuts. She won't, of course, and only holds 
tighter. 

What's interesting about this is that no one will 
come to his rescue; not even the other males. They 
just stand by and watch as she slowly squeezes his 
nuts into a tighter and tighter fist. I find this to 
be an incredibly erotic spectacle to watch.

The majority of the women, however, are much less 
energetic and don't try to hurt the men at all. They 
don't want to damage the male pricks because they are 
more interested in using them for other purposes. And 
soon, one of the women will.

It usually takes about five to ten minutes after the 
men jump down off the stage. Some woman will get 
tired of just feeling or maybe do it by mistake. It 
doesn't matter how it happens; only that it happens. 
Soon, some woman in the audience gets the bright idea 
of masturbating on her man. She takes him by his dick 
and starts pumping. Predictably, this starts to get 
him excited. This is when the real fun begins.

Somebody will announce it, and then you will hear 
another. One of the men will be seen to get 
noticeably longer. Then there will be another, and 
then there will be yet another. As soon as it starts, 
it seems to spread like a contagious disease amongst 
the men. Of course, the women in the audience have a 
lot to do with spreading it around. One girl will 
follow another's example. As soon as one of the men 
shows a slight increase in size, there will always be 
another abrasive young woman who will take a dick 
into her hand and start masturbating on the thing. 

This will cause the rest of the women to hoot and 
holler, and then they will begin masturbating on the 
cock nearest to them as well. It usually takes mere 
seconds for the room to fill with a dozen male organs 
being masturbated by a dozen young women. Or, more 
importantly, the room will be filled with a bunch of 
hardening male organs. It's an incredible sight to 
behold!

Some will harden faster than others. I'm not sure why 
this is. I suppose part of it is in the technique 
used by the woman. Another part may be from how horny 
the guy is or how long it's been since he last had 
sex. It may even be because some of the men have more 
to harden than others, but the results are always the 
same. Soon, the room will be filled with a dozen 
stiff cocks.

Some will be big, and some will be even bigger. The 
thing about Shooters, you see, is that they have 
minimum standards. And these minimum standards are 
quite long. And not only that, but they are usually 
rather thick and massive too. The establishment is 
careful about not hiring normal sized men. They only 
hired the big ones to strut their stuff. And when I 
mean big, I do mean big. Their absolute minimum 
standard must be six inches, and I think that's only 
to have someone up on stage of normal size for 
comparison purposes. 

Everyone else will be bigger, and there will always 
be one or two who are substantially bigger. Out of 
the dozen men stripping up on stage, most will have 
organs of about seven or eight inches in length. 
There will always be one or two, however, that are in 
the nine or ten inch category. It is these who I like 
the best, as do all the other girls.

Your first clue to the men's size is by how much they 
hang, although I've found this is not a complete 
predictor because some men will elongate a lot more 
than others. For example, a five inch dick sometimes 
elongates to only a six inch erection, but other 
times it may reach out to seven or eight inches long. 
It is only the really long men that you know are 
going to be long both in the hard and soft states. 
Each man is different, which I suppose is why I find 
the male organ so interesting. They come in all 
shapes and sizes.

With so many erect cocks to admire at the same time, 
I suppose it's like a form of comparison-shopping. 
It's sort-of like looking at clothing in the 
department store, but Shooters is a store that 
carries only the bigger sizes. I suppose, in a way, 
you could say it's like a store for big and tall men.

Now you would think the men would start running out 
of the room out of the embarrassment from having full 
hard-ons in front of so many women, but they don't. 
Instead, something truly amazing happens. They 
continue to tour among the tables. The stay naked, 
but now they are hard too, which gives the women a 
lot more to play with.

Like before, some of the women will be more hesitant 
to touch the men than others. They will quick take 
hold of the shaft and then let go, or maybe they will 
pull it down only to watch it bounce back up again. 
This is always most entertaining with the longer men. 
I've found that a nine-inch cock will gyrate up and 
down quite a lot after you start it going - like a 
long spring after you let it go.

Soon, women will start to do other things to the 
hardened members too. Some will slap theirs to the 
side. Others will give it a hard squeeze or maybe 
take a hard yank on it. I've seen some girls pull on 
a guy's rod so hard you would swear they are about to 
pull it right out of his body. They will become less 
and less intimidated by all the male cock standing 
before them. Soon, they will be slapping, pulling, 
squeezing, and doing whatever they happen to dream up 
to the cock standing at their table.

One thing that's fun about Shooters is that a woman 
can take a turn at several cocks in one night. She 
can do a form of comparison shopping, first feeling a 
few men in the limp condition and then taking a 
couple of full-length rods in her hand. It is even 
possible for a woman to take hold of two at a time. 
There will always be at least one case where two of 
the men will play out a little fantasy for a few 
women. They will choose someone in the audience and 
ask her to decide which one of them is the largest. 
Then they will get a second opinion and then a third. 
This will go on and on, with each woman taking an 
erection in each hand and then picking a winner.

When not in a woman's hand, the men will continue to 
dance too. I always find this especially exciting. 
There's always something especially erotic about a 
full-length male member bouncing up and down or 
swaying back and forth in beat to the music. The 
largest of the men naturally draw the most attention. 
I guess it maybe is because it makes the cocks look 
almost alive, as though they are big snakes getting 
ready to attack.

Also during this period, the men will naturally start 
to get wet. What I mean is, with all these different 
women handling their hard organs; it makes sense that 
they eventually start to get wet. They start to pre-
cum, which I think makes their organs look even 
better. There's nothing more exciting than the sight 
of a well lubricated young man, especially when he's 
endowed with an eight or nine incher.

Next, they put on little skits. The one I found to be 
most erotic of all was of this man - I think he was 
the thickest and the longest of them all - come 
walking out on stage holding a serving tray that is 
strategically placed at waist level. A large cloth 
napkin was over the top, covering what we all wanted 
to see. This naturally caused some of the women to 
start giving him boos and hisses.

With everyone's attention now upon him, he carried 
this serving tray amongst the tables as though he was 
a waiter bringing out an order to serve to the 
ladies. He seemed to be searching for someone 
special. Several of the women tried to reach out and 
rip the napkin away, but other men were there to 
protect him.

Finally, he walked up to one particular table, 
picking on one of the younger, shier girls. She was 
this little oriental girl, about the cutest thing you 
ever saw. He walked up to her and asked if she wanted 
to take a bite of what was under the napkin. At that 
point, one of the other men showed it to her.

It was a plate with food on it. There was potato 
salad, some chips, and a hot dog. The hot dog looked 
like any ordinary hot dog at first. It was a bun with 
a dog in the middle and lines of ketchup and mustard 
running down its length, but it wasn't a real dog. 
Instead, it was the man's stiff shaft. A real, live, 
male organ substituted as the hot dog. Best of all, 
it was from a well endowed young man, so the thing 
ran all the way down the length of the bun and came 
back out the other end. Somehow it was held down so 
it stayed inside the bun instead of poking up like an 
erect cock naturally does. I couldn't see how they 
did it, but then neither did I care. It was the most 
incredibly erotic sight I have ever witnessed. 
Several women let out a scream, including the shy 
oriental one who was the closest.

A small TV tray was then placed beside the little 
woman and her chair turned to face it. Positioning 
himself on the opposite side, the guy then knelt down 
on a small bench so his waist is at the same level as 
the tray. One of the other men placed the tray in 
front of her, giving her a plastic fork and knife at 
the same time. I distinctly remember him telling the 
young girl to "dig in."

"As you ordered," The man who removed the napkin 
announced. "Your prime A grade tube steak secreted in 
its own juices, cooked hot and raw to your liking."

This caused the oriental girl to let out another 
scream.

The rest of the men will continue to move about the 
audience, as the selected girl seemed to loose her 
tepidness and started to enjoy her meal. This was 
almost as erotic to watch as the cock itself. She 
drew a great deal of attention when she started 
eating the potato salad and chips off the plate with 
the erect organ only inches away. A few times the 
girl even became brave enough to poke at the member 
with the fork, causing the man to flinch. Once she 
even pretended to slice off a piece with her knife 
and then put it in her mouth to eat it.

A second skit was that of a sacrifice. They did this 
skit every time I happened to go to shooters, and I 
think they do it every night. It must be a normal 
part of the show and probably an introduction into 
the most exciting phase of the night's activity. They 
call it the male sacrifice. Or more to the point, it 
was a skit where a woman was invited to sacrifice a 
virgin cock.

He came out onto the stage fighting. Two other men 
held him, one by each arm. All three were naked, of 
course, and they were also very erect. The "virgin's" 
stiff shaft bounced all around as he tried to fight 
against his captors. I think he had the biggest dick 
of them all. His pecker looked to be a good eight or 
maybe nine inches in length.

The Master of Ceremonies came out on stage next. "Who 
would like to take the pleasure of this virgin cock?" 
She announced, at which point the poor man fought 
against his captors even more.

This was always wildly erotic, even though we knew it 
was just a skit. I mean, we all knew the guy was only 
acting out a part given to him - or at least we 
thought we knew. I guess that was what made it so 
damn erotic. Although we knew, we never knew for 
certain. I find it interesting that on the three 
occasions I saw it, it was always a different guy 
that I never saw before. He was also young and good-
looking. If he was an actor, he was an excellent 
actor; and if he was a virgin...

...Well, that would have been even better. You 
couldn't help but think about the possibility. I 
often found it exciting to imagine one of my male 
friends or a shy co-worker in his place. It was 
exciting to think about any man being masturbated.

"This magnificent cock standing before us has never 
been shot," The Master of Ceremonies went on. "Who 
will be the first to masturbate him into an 
ejaculation? Who wants to be the first to empty his 
nuts?"

I think the hand of every woman in the place went up 
at once, including my own, but only one could be 
selected. The Master of Ceremonies went around the 
audience to tease the women and ask them questions.

"Are you a good masturbator?" She asked to one. "What 
is your technique?" She asked to another.

The last time I was at Shooters I almost got 
selected. She made it to the table next to mine, 
which had these three very horny young girls sitting 
on it. One of them gave the right answer.

"I would tease him first," A short, big-breasted 
Hispanic girl said. "I would be sure to tease his 
cock first so I could get maximum quantity later."

"Yes, you should do fine," The Master of Ceremonies 
took her by the hand. "Come and join us."

She bought the young woman up on stage to join the 
naked virgin. She asked her a few background 
questions, and we learned that her name was Martha 
and she was between boyfriends at the moment. That 
was why she had come to Shooters. It had been over 
three months since she saw a cock, and she heard 
Shooters had the best cocks in town.

We all agreed.

A few minutes later the show went on. With a single 
motion of her hand, the Master of Ceremonies then did 
something truly erotic. She ordered the virgin to be 
shackled.

Two other men wheeled this "X" shaped contraption out 
on stage. We all knew what it was for. It was 
obvious. The thing had leather bounds in each corner, 
in the perfect position for the wrists and ankles.

It took all four men up on stage to tie the young man 
down. The poor young virgin fought them all the way. 
He was strong, as we could all see, but he was 
outnumbered. It wasn't much of a contest when it was 
four against one.

In the end, he was tied. The poor young virgin stood 
facing us with both his wrists and ankles securely 
bound. There is something about a bound man that 
always turns me on, especially when he's naked. This 
one was especially erotic due to the firm stalk 
sticking out of the middle of his body. He had gone 
slightly flaccid in his struggle to prevent the other 
men from tying him down, but his organ still pointed 
straight out of his body.

"This virgin is now yours to enjoy for the evening," 
The Master of Ceremonies spoke to the shocked girl 
who still stood up on stage with her. "As you can 
plainly see, there is little he can do to prevent you 
from masturbating him into ejaculation. We only ask 
that you remain at the side so the rest of us can see 
too."

Incredibly, the young girl kneeled down to his side 
and began to play with him. "No! No!" He fought her. 
"Not my cock! Oh please Martha, let go of my cock!"

Despite his objections, his stalk seemed to become 
even harder and longer. His prick had to be at least 
eight inches in length and looked plenty wide too. It 
was magnificent, one of the most magnificent pieces 
of male steak I have ever seen, and it got even 
better after Martha spread his pre-cum all around and 
it glistened off the overhead stage-lights. 

I couldn't help but fantasize what it would be like 
to experience this man in bed. He had to be an 
excellent fuck.

He tried to fight against her by pulling and pushing 
in his bonds, but there was nowhere he could go. Her 
hand founds its mark anyway, and soon his cock was 
pointed up at an angle for our enjoyment.

Needless to say, it remained erect, especially with 
the young Martha playing with it. In fact, it looked 
to get even harder as the very experienced young girl 
bounded, pulled, and eventually gave it quick little 
strokes. We all watched as he pre-cumed like crazy. 
It became clear he wasn't going to be able to hold 
out for much longer.

The whole time he continued crying out, which made it 
even better. "Oh my cock!" He would say. "Oh my poor, 
aching cock! Oh no, not that Martha! No Martha! Don't 
do that to my virgin cock!" He said as she made it 
spring up and down.

The guy was an excellent actor. I almost believed he 
really was a virgin, which made it even better. The 
thought of a male virgin being forced to shoot off in 
front of an audience of strangers gave me a very 
erotic sensation. I had been having erotic sensations 
all evening, and they were getting more and more 
erotic as the evening progressed.

The attention of more women was drawn to the man 
being masturbated up on stage, especially when he 
talked of releasing. A few of them from the further 
tables stood up to watch, as I did myself the first 
time I visited Shooters. The last time, however, I 
didn't have to stand. I had an excellent view.

Through all of this the other men slowly started to 
leave. They sneaked out as the attention of the women 
was diverted. Even the one with his cock in a bun 
left. He snuck off as soon as the young woman 
finished her plate and gave him a few strokes. 

True to her word, Martha cock-teased him. She did not 
allow him to shoot right away. Instead, we could all 
see the way she bought him to the edge and then let 
go.

"Not in front of all these women," He said at first. 
"Please Martha, I can feel it getting close. Don't 
make me shoot in front of all these women."

It was the ultimate in male subjugation. We all 
watched wide-eyed in silence as the poor, helpless 
man was, for all practical purposes, publicly raped. 
But he wasn't raped right away. Instead, she only 
brought him to the edge.

"Thank you! Oh thank you!" He said in ultimate 
gratitude, thinking she was going to stop. "Oh 
Martha, thank you for not embarrassing me."

Of course, Martha did not stop. Instead, she only 
paused. She paused to calm him down and keep from 
cumming too soon. She kissed him and maybe tease his 
nipples a little bit, and then she went right back at 
it. She stopped for only two or three minutes and 
then went right back on to his cock again.

The whole process was repeated, and then it was 
repeated again. She bought him to the brink of orgasm 
five times in all. The last time was the best because 
she teased the tip of his cock. Martha kneeled in 
front of him and teased the tip of his cock with her 
mouth. We were all worried at first because we were 
afraid she was going to blow him and then we wouldn't 
be able to witness the performance, but Martha was an 
expert cock-teaser. She only allowed her tongue and 
lips to touch his cock. She was careful not to blow 
him.

About 20 minutes after he was first tie down the best 
part came. It was time for Shooters to live up to its 
famous name. For you see, the place did not get its 
name by rhyming with some other popular nightclub. 
That was just a coincidence. 

The reason it was named "Shooters" is because the 
last act is for the male strippers to shoot. It is 
time to shoot their loads.

It started with the supposed virgin up on stage. I 
don't think it was true about what the Master of 
Ceremonies said about him being a virgin, but it had 
been a long time since his last ejaculation.

"Please don't make me cum," The shackled man pleaded 
one more time. "Please, not in public. Oh God! It's 
really close now, but please don't make me spurt in 
public."

And then he did it. And he really did it! I think 
they must have starved him of sex for at least a 
week. The man shot off further and in greater 
quantity than any man I had ever seen squirting 
before. He was incredible, giving at least a half-
dozen good-sized explosions. I have always enjoyed 
watching men ejaculate, and I really enjoy it when 
they do it in public. 

Through all of this, no tips are given out by any of 
the women to any of the men. That's another thing 
different about Shooters. It is not like an ordinary 
male strip joint where the women put dollar bills in 
the g-strings of the men. They want to, I know, but 
there is no place to put the bills. By the time the 
men come down off the stage and are close enough to 
pass a dollar, they are completely naked.

There is a reason for this, for tips are given only 
at the end. They are given in the form of a bid. For 
you see, in the end, the men are auctioned off. Well, 
I really should say their cocks are auctioned off. 
The women bid for the right to stroke the men into 
ejaculation.

The Master of Ceremonies acts as the auctioneer. The 
men come out on stage one at a time to be sold. 
Starting with the smallest and working their way up 
in length, each man walks back out onto the stage 
naked and very hard. He models himself, showing 
several different poses in order to show off his now 
well engorged erection, and then he is sold. Well, 
the man himself isn't actually sold. More accurately, 
his cock is sold into ejaculation.

The first guy usually goes for about twenty bucks. 
Then he walks over to the table of the highest bidder 
where he is masturbated until he cums. Sometimes it 
is quick. Other times it takes many strokes. For most 
of the men, the highest bidder will follow the lead 
of the first girl, and she will choose to cock tease 
them. They will bring their purchase to the brink and 
then stop. The next male might then be auctioned off 
as the previous one is forced to stand naked and 
bare, standing along side his owner with a raging 
hard-on begging for attention. Sometimes this goes on 
through several cycles until the man is nearly begs 
to be jerked off, which of course he eventually is.

Normally, only one man is allowed to ejaculate at a 
time. This is one of those little details about 
Shooters that I really like. They only let one man 
explode at a time to make sure the attention of all 
the women in the room are upon him. In that way, you 
can make sure to never miss a single squirt.

One guy after another, again and again, we get to 
watch them ejaculate. It is fun to watch so many men 
ejaculate. I have always enjoyed watching men squirt 
off. Each is a little bit different. Most of them do 
not last for very long because they have all been 
plenty well felt up and teased already, so the 
eruptions are rather frequent. It is like an assembly 
line of spurting cocks.

On one particular occasion they did something a 
little different that I really liked. They had this 
little contest, a contest between ejecting cocks. 
There were two categories where the men were put up 
against each other. The first was called distance 
shooting and the second was quantity. I expect you 
already know what these contests were all about. The 
first winner was the woman who got her man to shoot 
his load the furthest, while the second was the one 
who got her man to shoot out the greatest quantity of 
sperm. This was very exciting to watch as we cheered 
on one guy after another. It was the most exciting 
sports event I have ever witnessed.

Now in order to win in either category the woman had 
to be smart about it. She couldn't just start 
stroking and make him cum. As we all knew, the secret 
is to cock-tease them for a while and only make the 
guy shoot at the peak of his ecstasy. Not 
surprisingly, I've noticed the men with the longest 
cocks tend to end up the winner. I think this is 
simply because the longest cocks had the greatest 
length to accelerate their sperm. You know, it's sort 
of like shooting with a longer barrel shotgun.

By the end of the evening, you probably get to see 
about twenty erupting cocks over about a two-hour 
period. It's an incredible sight to behold. They 
spray and spurt like maniacs. It's simply incredible! 
Just think about it. The women not only get to watch 
the men strip to the bare and get erections, but they 
also get to witness the men ejaculating. They squirt 
right onto the tables, floor, and onto the stage. A 
few squirt onto the women, spraying their jizz over 
clothing and hair. Others may even squirt into drinks 
and even onto plates full of food! 

It is the most incredible sight you will ever 
witness. You haven't seen sex until you have gone to 
Shooters! This exclusive male strip joint will leave 
you wondering why on earth you ever thought men 
should be doing anything other than walking around 
hard all the time and strutting their stuff for your 
viewing enjoyment.

It is my firm belief that men should be jacked off as 
often as possible - or at least twice every day.

The End



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