Michael Alan - From Virgin to He-Whore - The Butterfly Effect

I had long become adept at distancing myself from any self-modesty in regards to my body. Over the many decades that I had been a male entertainer I had recognized that my main asset was my comfort amongst women. I was a normal guy, but one with aptitude and experience to put most women at ease to enjoy my body and its sexual capabilities. Rather than standing out as different to them, I could integrate into their fun and at the same time openly share my sexuality without any inhibitions.

Robyn had a wicked sense of humour and an extremely erotic imagination. She was keen to exploit my assets to entertain her guests and at the same time improve my attractiveness to them. She suggested I wear some genital jewelry to increase my sensuality and had me ‘measured’ for a spectacular cock ring and ball rings.

As a circumcised male, the hood of my cock afforded me the opportunity to wear a cock ring. The ring she had designed was a gold band encrusted with small diamonds with a gold ball clasp, which was the size of my largest fingernail. The ball clasp allowed for adjustments in the tightness of the ring around my cock as it grew and swelled, so as to keep it securely in place and at the same time not ‘castrate’ my hood. Neither Robyn nor myself wanted such an expensive adornment to ‘disappear’ down any of her guests’ throats or cunts during my performances.

The two ball rings were of a similar design but with a wider band that fitted snuggly around each of my testes and clasped just firm enough to make both balls swell to an enriched and rounded shape. In this bejeweled state my two balls dangled separately and invitingly at a nice equal distance below my cock. When I was fully erect the jewels sparkled like two bouncing baubles adorning a ruby red Christmas tree.

We both cracked up laughing when Robyn first ‘installed’ all the jewelry in place. However, she was obviously impressed with the finished product!

Robyn was a perfectionist and left nothing to chance. She insisted on testing the effects of the gold ball clasp on a few cunts. The theory was that the ball on the tip of my cock should enticingly stimulate the g-spot of her guests, when I fucked them.

Robyn invited both Virginia and Veronica to join her in the fucking rehearsals. It was also theorized that if I fucked a guest ‘doggy-style’, then by simply rotating the gold ball to the underside of my hood would also achieve satisfactory stimulation to her g-spot.

To say the theory was successful, would be an understatement. Robyn naturally insisted on ‘hers’ being the first. She almost came immediately after just a few thrusts in the missionary position and she was left breathless by the effects my jewelry had accomplished. We then rotated the ball to the underside of my cock and performed the experiment ‘doggy style’ with equal effect. We then repeated the same process with a condom to ascertain whether the vaginal stimulation would be the same. It was!

To satisfy ourselves that this wasn’t just a remarkably sweet and unique genital alignment between myself and Robyn, both Ronnie and Ginni ‘graciously’ volunteered their cunts for the same ‘scientific’ experiments.

We knew from regular fucking and experimentation between us that each lady had obvious varying differences in labia. However, more importantly for this experiment they also varied considerably in vaginal capacities, such as the tightness and length of their vaginal cavity and more importantly positioning of their g-spots.

The effects were unanimous for all three in both alternative positions! We laughed ourselves silly and following exploratory ‘man-handling’ and admiration of my jewels, we all settled down to enjoy a few drinks before fully copulating in a mini orgy and multiple exhaustive orgasms for all three ladies.

From this point on I never performed, anywhere, without my jewelry. Due to the amazing immediate effects, both visually and vaginally, my bejeweled masculinity had on women I became known as ‘Mystic Mike’.

Most parties started the same way with a Friday evening meet and greet. I would move amongst Robyn’s guests attending to their alcoholic needs and offering ‘finger foods’, dressed only in a waiter’s apron, white collar and red bow tie. I’d engorge my cock prior to all these evening greetings with my usual vacuum pump preparation, so that I had plenty of meat to meet and greet each guest. Robyn had a special apron designed for me that was the right size to discretely cover my ‘bejeweled surprise’.

This was the veiled invitation for guests to have a friendly grope while I served them their drink and proved the usual ‘ice-breaker’ to the entertainment that followed. However, it always amused me when a woman thought she was the ‘first’ to be so ‘naughty’.

It never took long from the first ‘unveiling’ for a chain reaction of intrigue and excited exploration of my ‘jewels’ to spread around each group. By the time I had served the first few rounds of drinks my apron had disappeared and my jewels were dangling invitingly for the first ardent lady to test my meat and greet on her sweet spot.

Most of Robyn’s guests were staff from her hairdressing salons, whom she was rewarding for outstanding service to her clientele and her business. I asked her once whether she would like me to organize other male entertainers for her parties. She was adamant that these events were primarily meant as a ‘team building’ opportunity for her staff and business colleagues. My entertainment was intended to be a simple but pleasant distraction for those who desired some sexual pleasures to add to their weekend fun.

She emphasized that my abilities to both relax and entertain and my sensitivity to respect their rights to decide if, when and where they’d partake in such distractions was my unique talent. She didn’t want to introduce any other conflicting possibilities into this successful formula.

Robyn’s unwritten maxim, ‘what happens on the island, stays on the island’ was the feature for all these parties. This gave her guests, single or in relationships, the freedom to decide what sexual pleasures they’d enjoy and to what extent they’d enjoy them. They knew that any tempting peccadilloes would not follow them home.

A staple at every party was a full performance sex service for one lucky guest. Robyn always offered this opportunity to her best performing staff member from her salons. Not everyone took up her offer, but most did with relish.

However, as this was always someone different for each party, Robyn would tease me and never tell me who my ‘performance fuck buddy’ was for each party. As I moved around during my dance routines I was supposed to pick one lady to accompany me on the ‘stage’ to perform an intense session of sexual pleasuring.

There were always willing volunteers for this performance, but often my ‘stooge’ would be the woman I’d least expect who was quietly and expectantly awaiting her turn to play with my jewelry as I moved from one woman to the next. I rarely managed to pick the right lady and Robyn would subtly signal from the ‘wings’ to keep moving, until I located my performing partner.

There were always a few women who were keen to participate in some sexual gymnastics as a ‘show’ for her friends. I’d quickly slip on a condom and give them a few playful thrusts so as not to embarrass her in front of her friends.

The reactions of each woman as she felt the gold ball on the tip of my cock hit her g-spot never ceased to amaze me. To a woman, every one reacted the same! Her eyes would bulge and mouth fall open as she momentarily lost her breathe with the intense stimulation inside her cunt. The reactions were similar to the scene in ‘When Harry Met Sally’ as she simulates orgasm in the restaurant. Every woman in Robyn’s groups would silently whisper, “I’ll have what she’s having, please”, and I’d be in constant demand for more playful thrusts as I moved around the room.