On stage

The stage at Stalions was a raised circular platform in the center of the club, about 10 feet in diameter and ringed with pulsating pink and purple lights. As I stepped up onto it, trying to ignore the howls and whistles from the sea of drunk, horny soldiers all around me, I could feel a strange tingling sensation spreading through my body from the soles of my feet upwards. It was the stage itself, I realized - some kind of **** field or energy grid designed to keep us males constantly aroused and ready to perform for the baying crowds.

And perform we did. There were three of us up there at any given time, buck naked except for the glowing tattoos on our asses that marked us as Stalions property. We had to dance and gyrate and thrust our hips in time with the pounding music, our massive dicks wobbling and bouncing obscenely with every move. Every so often the DJ - a nine-foot Amazonian goddess with tits like inflatable rafts - would yell "COCK SHOCK!" into her mic and the floor beneath us would send a powerful jolt of electricity straight into our nutsacks, making us scream and convulse and spray torrents of semen all over the stage and the cheering audience.

It was absolute madness, a fever dream of strobing lights and pulsing dicks and flying spunk. I could feel my new mega-phallus throbbing painfully in time with the beat, the head flaring purple and angry as it strained towards the ceiling. Gallons of cum churned in my beach ball balls, the pressure building to agonizing levels every time another "COCK SHOCK!" shook the stage. It was like being trapped in the middle of some bacchanalian bukkake-nightmare, an unending orgy of artificial arousal and **** ejaculation.

And then, just when I thought I literally couldn't take another second of it... she stepped out of the crowd. A towering Valkyrie vision in thigh-high black boots and a transparent latex microdress that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her skin was a luminous cobalt blue, her eyes molten pools of gold that seemed to bore right through me, through skin and muscle and bone straight down to the quivering core of my manhood. She had a mane of writhing, electric-pink tentacles instead of hair, and as she strode towards the stage, they stretched out ahead of her like grasping fingers, already eager to sample the goods.

"Well hello there, handsome," she purred in a voice like smoked honey, her heavy breasts jiggling mesmerizingly as she mounted the steps. "Aren't you just the prettiest piece of fuckmeat I ever did see."

One of her thick, muscular thighs slid around my waist as she pressed the slick heat of her crotch against my abs, grinding on me like I was her own personal fuckpole. Two of her tentacles wrapped around the shaft of my mega-cock and started stroking it from the glans to the root, the tiny suckers dotting their length fluttering obscenely against my stretched, sensitive skin. Another two coiled sinuously around my balls, squeezing and tugging on the overstuffed orbs till I thought I would black out from the excruciating pleasure-pain of it.

"What's your name, maggot-dick?" she hissed in my ear, her serpentine tongue flicking out to taste the sweat and pre-cum oozing down my neck. "C137," I managed to gasp, my entire body shaking like a tweaked-out vibrator as I fought not to cum on the spot.

"Mmmm, C137," she moaned, licking her glossy black lips. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, little boy. Gonna suck your pretty cock and drain those fat balls of yours till they rattle like maracas. And then..."

She leaned in close, her needle-sharp fangs grazing my earlobe. "Then I'm gonna FIST that tight boycunt of yours till you scream for fucking mercy. And maybe, if you're a very good little whore... maybe I'll even let you sniff my fingers after."

My eyes rolled back in my head at her words, my cock pulsing and jerking in the grip of her tentacles like it was about to blast off into outer space. I could feel myself teetering on the brink of the most mind-shattering orgasm of my life, my bloated balls screaming for release, every cell in my body begging for the sweet mercy of ejaculation.

But just as I was about to blow... the blue bitch SQUEEZED. Hard. A high, hideous squeal escaped my throat as her tentacles clamped down on my cock and balls like a hydraulic press, trapping the cum inside me, **** off my orgasm at the root.

"Ah ah ah," she tutted, wagging a finger in my face. "Not yet, fuckmeat. Not until I SAY you can cum." She threw her head back and laughed, a dark, gurgling sound like lava bubbling up from the depths of a tar pit. "And we're going to have such FUN working up to that, aren't we, little maggot? Such messy, nasty, NUT-BUSTING fun!"