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I’m not a faggot; let’s get this straight right now. I’m not queer and never was. In fact in high school and in college we guys when approached by a fairy would make arrangement to meet him in the alley, presumably to let him give us a blow job, but in stead we would beat the shit out of him to teach him a lesson that we did not go for men with effeminate characteristics. I’m straight, was married, 32 years old, clean-cut, 5’10”, watch my weight, exercise regularly and have a new girl friend, Gail, an attorney.
But let’s start at the beginning. I’ve got a B.A. in economics. There are not many jobs for a B.A. in economics, you need a Doctor’s degree or at least a Master’s to get hired as an Economist or to be hired in college and a teacher’s degree to teach High School. But since I had good grades and was a good writer, my professors got me independent contracts to write studies, such as impact statements for developers and others needing approval from governmental agencies for their proposed improvements. My one-man operation was fairly successful as my reputation in this exclusive field grew, and this left me with plenty of free time; I could do the work on my own schedule with my computer at home, in the library or in the field.
It was through my job that I met my wife, on one of my early jobs, she was assisting her father on a big development, and I consulted with her for information I needed for my study, and one thing led to another, we fell in love, she got pregnant, we got married. She was independently wealthy since she was the beneficiary in her grandfather’s Trust and we had a second kid. We lived well, became members of a country club and I did not cheat, even though I was tempted on more then one occasion.
But I can’t say the same for my wife, I found out she was cheating on me for at least two years. I can accept her fooling around with a guy, but no way with my own half sister. She met her at Easter dinner at our home. My half sister became a regular guest at the country club and everyone knew that my half sister was the butch and my wife was her femme, except me. I only found out when I overheard gossip at the country club’s bar. If they kept it quiet, maybe, for the sake of the kids plus my well being I would not have insisted we call it quits; I had no recourse. It was a friendly divorce about a year ago. She got the house, the kids, her convertible, but she paid for my membership in the country club, which I needed for contacts to get jobs for economic studies by the members. Other then that I got what I came in with, nothing.
As a member I got use of the health facilities, the exercise room, tennis courts, the swimming pool, the steam room, and the ancillary showers and lockers, which I made extensive use of. It was at the swimming pool that I first saw him. He was swimming laps. It was an awesome sight; he, a big, muscled, powerful but graceful man, was slicing through the water like he was practicing for the Olympics. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He emerged wet, grabbed a towel to dry himself and I now could make out his face, strong, masculine features, an Adonis. I know what you are thinking, you think I’m a homo; well, I’m not but even you would marvel at his good looks. You can imagine the girls falling all over themselves for him.
When he left the pool I decided to follow him out. After taking off his tight swimsuit to take a shower he took the showerhead down the line from where I was taking my shower. When he turned around I glanced at his cock; it was long and fat with low hung heavy balls; I couldn’t help from admiring both him and his dick. When he saw me gawking at him, I immediately looked away somewhat flustered lathered up and hoped he didn’t notice my attention to him.
He left before me and when I left, dried myself off with a large towel that I wrapped around myself and walked to my locker. He startled me as he came behind me having dressed, his pants and shirt were on, and said, “It’s very rude of you to keep eyeing me. Are you a faggot, boy?”
My God, he knew I couldn’t take my eyes off him. “No, I’m no faggot; I’m straight,” I shot back. “I apologize; I didn’t mean to offend. I didn’t mean any harm. I’m really sorry,” I tried to explain.
“Bullshit, I know when a queer is trying to make out with me,” he declared, “I’m going to teach you to behave yourself, you fuck’n asshole,” and seized my hand and began yanking me away. I was intimidated and abjectly did not resist as he pulled me to a small office just off the locker room. When we entered the darken room, he switched on the light, locked the door, led me to a chair next to a desk in the center of the room and yanked off the towel around me so I was standing in front of him buck naked.
“What you need, boy, is a good spanking,” he said, as he sat down and pulled me over so that I was lying there bent over with my ass directly over his lap. I don’t know what was worse, my extreme embarrassment or my trepidation as to what was to follow.
“Wait a minute,” I said and objected by pointing out to him I did nothing wrong, I wasn’t a child for which this kind of punishment can be directed, I wasn’t a pervert who relished this type of treatment, and it is illegal and unethical to do this to one who does not consent. He laughed and responded by a smack with his open hand hard on my ass. “Yeoh, that hurts,” I screamed but wasn’t in a position to object further as he continued slapping away. My prick, without my consent, contradicted me with an erection.
Eventually, he wearied of his labors and stopped to examine his handiwork. “Spread your legs,” he commanded me and as I did he noted my hard on, “You liked it, boy; I knew you would.” I don’t know which was more red, my ass from his spanking, or my face, from my humiliation. “OK boy, you took it so good, I’m going to give you a treat. Get on your knees to receive your reward.” I was his and he knew it. No longer having a will to resist, I obeyed and got on my knees and awaited with great apprehension my fate and his pleasure. He stood up; standing before me he extracted his long, fat cock from his trousers; placed his cockhead to my lips and instructed me, “Take it in, all the way and suck.”
It was big maybe too big, but notwithstanding I complied with his wishes, and opened my mouth to accommodate him. He placed a hand on each side of my face to guide that monster thing down my throat and keep my head at the proper angle to push it all the way in. I concentrated and swallowed it. He then drew it out; I took a breath and sucked, but before it left my mouth he reversed direction and down it went again. The rhythm increased as I got the hang of it. As he pumped I knew he was enjoying it from the sounds he was making. When he finally reached his point of no return he emptied his balls into my mouth; I greedily consumed his stuff, very tasty.
“Excellent, you’re going to make an accomplished cocksucker,” he praised me as he released me, and put his cock back in his trousers. As he went to the door he continued, “I see you have a surging hard on; you can jack off now,” and he watched with a smile on his face as I put my hand to my cock and pumped; I came on the floor. Unlocking the door he said as he left, “Nice meeting you. Maybe we can get together again soon and have a nice day.”
After he left I waited until I was sure he was no longer in the locker room, I got dressed and went home. Thoughts of him ran through my mind for the next few days even though I resumed my life as if nothing happened; worked on my projects, socialized with my friends kept busy, but when I was alone or trying to sleep I thought of him and masturbated. I’m no homo; I’ve never lusted for a man before and damn it he is a hell of a good-looking son of a bitch; I have to admit he aroused feelings in me that I never had before. I purposely stayed away from the country club so that I wouldn’t run into him.
Face up to it, this is not working I thought, I must confront him and let him know that I’m not gay but want to be his friend; I don’t go for him to use me as his sex toy. My only recourse is to reason with him and to explain how I feel and to this end I went to meet him at the club. In the cocktail lounge I didn’t at first see him and went to the bar; ordered a drink to wait for him to possibly show up. He came in with a group of his friends, saw me and waived for me to join them. I shock my head, no, as I wanted to see him alone, to explain to him that which I rehearsed in my mind to straighten him out as to my proposed relationship with him.
Seeing that I wasn’t going to come to him and join his group, he obviously excused himself and with a tall, slender young lady and they came walking over to me. He, impressive as ever, and she, strikingly beautiful, with a miniskirt with slits on the sides and high healed boots to just below the knees settled on each side of me at the bar. “I’d introduce you to my finance, but I never did get your name at the last time we met,” he explained and patted me on the ass.
“Alfred, but you can call me Al,” I introduced myself.
“Dee is my girl friend’s name and I’m Peter, but you can call me master,” he laughed. I didn’t think this was funny and wondered how much he told his finance about me. “Dee’s a sadist; she would like to work on your ass. I hope you don’t mind,” and saying this he took each of my wrists in each hand and held me firmly as Dee behind me slid each hand around me in front and unbuckled my belt; she pulled down my zipper and lowered my pants and shorts to my thighs exposing my ass and penis.
“No don’t, stop this immediately, this is not my thing,” I complained, but my objections didn’t deter either of them in the least.
“Let’s take the faggot in the back room where I can work on him,” Dee suggested, “Otherwise the others will want to join in on the fun; we can keep him to ourselves,” and she bound my hands to my sides with a nylon cord that she took out of her purse. Pete pulled me by my tie, as Dee positioned herself behind me to shield me from the view of the others in the room and they led me to a side room from the lounge. Dee locked the door behind her.
“Now wait, I don’t go for these sex games, I don’t consent to this, I just want to talk,” I insisted.
“I’m gone to shut the pervert up,” Dee informed Pete and forced her handkerchief in my mouth; pulled my tie off and wound it around my head to hold her gag in place with a knot in the back. ” I want to see how this piece of shit looks naked before I work him over,” Dee declared. I couldn’t preventing them from completely disrobing me; Pete untied my hands and held them while Dee removed my clothes piece by piece until I was completely nude. Dee retied the rope around my hands making me completely helpless.
Satisfied, Dee asked Pete, “Honey, can I borrow your belt so that I can get my jollies?”
“Sure, you’re welcome to it,” Pete responded and proceeded in pulling it out from the loops in his trousers and handing it over to his beloved but degenerate finance. She made good use of the belt, as she placed a well-directed lash across my ass. It hurt, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I didn’t have time to recover before I got a second and a third. It was too much the pain was excruciating and she showed no mercy as she gave me the worse lashing that I ever had. Wonder of wonders my stupid prick seem to relish the ordeal and stood at attention to show its respect.
“Look at his dick,” Dee pointed out to Pete, “the weirdo certainly appreciates good work. Let’s see if we can get some good use from him,” and she directed me to my knees, removed my gag, turned around, lifted her miniskirt, pulled off her panties and said, “Lick my asshole, boy and you better do it right or I’ll whip you so you never sit again.” No way was I not going to comply. As she held her ass cheeks apart, I dug in and pressed my tongue into her asshole and licked, smelled and tasted that location and she seemed to enjoy it by humping me in my face.
Being adequately stimulated by my endeavors at her rear she decided that it was time to change location and turned around for me to continue by the front way and pushed my face unto her pussy for me to satisfy her there. Lapping up her juices she bumped and grinded in my face and she held me in place by a firm hold on my ears. I caught a breath whenever I could. The smell and taste of her was overpowering but I did the best I could to both satisfy her and myself. I finally hit pay dirt as she shuddered with a yelp when she climaxed.
Exhausted, she generously turned me over to Pete for me to minister to his lewd disposition. “I know he’s a good cocksucker, but let’s see how good he takes it up his ass,” Pete commented as he turned me around and bent me over. Placing a dab of Vaseline on my asshole and rolling a rubber on his long, thick member, he pressed it against my rear orifice seeking entry. I couldn’t deny him and relaxed as it slowly pushed its way in. It hurt at first but became pleasurable as he pumped in and out satisfying both him and me. “He’s doing so well we should let him come when I come,” he said to Dee. She agreed and held my dong so that when he came so did I on the floor.
“You definitely made a mess,” Dee said to me and continued “Clean it up, get dressed and we’ll see you around. It was certainly nice to meet you. Bye.” With these departing words they left me to contemplate my future with them.
It took me a week to recover from this session. I wish to reiterate I’m not a fag, I’m not a pain slut, and I don’t go for this stuff. However, I have to admit during the week late at night in bed, I would go over the events that occurred, I would think of Peter, that bastard, and masturbate.
At the club I had a meeting with some club members, developers on a project that needed approval from the planning department of the local authority. When the meeting broke up I went to the bar at the club for a drink. Peter appeared along side of me, patted me on the ass, and said, “Hi, how’s thing going?”
“OK,” I answered.
“I want to apologize for my fiance, admittedly she’s a bitch but I love her. She sometimes gets carried away, but after all it’s only clean fun. I hope you don’t take her seriously,” Peter explained. This guy must be kidding I thought; are we on the same planet? Clean fun, he sez, I wonder what she’s like when she gets serious. He continued, “I like you; I wanted to let you know of a job that I heard of that may be down your alley. It’s a Fund; part of a 401K and they’re looking for an analyst who can determine the viability of companies on the exchange to invest in. If you’re interested I can give you a letter of introduction.” Interested, hell yes I’m interested and I let him know. “Come on over to my place tomorrow night around eight and I’ll give you the letter. Incidentally, I’ll tell Dee to cool it, after all you have feelings too,” saying this he handed me a card with his address.
Dee answered my ringing the doorbell when I showed up at eight. She let me in and gave me the letter, which was on the table in their vestibule. Putting it away in my jacket pocket she invited me in for a drink. I couldn’t refuse considering his kindness and I followed her into the living room where Peter and another couple were drinking and in deep conversation. Upon seeing me they stood up to be introduced. Since all were drinking Dry martinis that was OK with me and Dee got one for me. David, that was his name, asked what I did and before I could tell him Dee piped up to my surprise, “He’s a submissive; he gets a kick out of being spanked, whipped and humiliated. He loves to be forced to suck and fuck” Dumbfounded, I was too shocked to say anything but just stood there with my drink in my hand not knowing what to do or say. Nancy, David’s wife spoke up, “I’ve heard and read about submissives but never met one. I wonder how they can possibly enjoy it and submit. Is he really a true submissive or are you kidding me?”
Peter got up sidled over to me, took my drink from my hand and whispered in my ear, “Why don’t you be a good sport and give our guests a demonstration,” and worked my jacket off. Of course I objected but he ignored me. I wondered to myself, did he plan this for his guests all along?
This was too much and said, “No way, I won’t participate,” but before I could object further, Peter holding my wrists, Dee behind me forced a rubber ball in my mouth and pulled the leather straps attached to it around my head and tied the ends so I that I was effectively gagged. She then reached around me in front, unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my fly, and with her hands on both my sides pulled my pants and short down. My treasonous prick made its appearance, sticking out with an erection in its full glory notwithstanding my wishes to the contrary.
“See what did I tell you, he’s aroused already and we haven’t even started yet,” Dee declared. She secured her leather strap that she kept in her sewing basket and showed it to Nancy no doubt for her approval. “He’ll love this,” she told Nancy and took it back and gave me a hard swipe with it across my ass. Damn, it hurt, and showing no compassion she gave me two more. “Do you want to try it?” she asked Nancy.
“My goodness, may I?” Nancy questioned back, and Dee handed her the strap. Nancy was a quick learner, and she applied the strap with a number of painful strokes to my rear end. “This is fun,” she asserted and further remarked, “Why don’t we strip him naked, he’ll probably like that being a submissive.” They wasted no time on her suggestion and Dee and Nancy proceeded on removing my clothes as Peter held my hands so that I couldn’t resist. They completed their task by securing my hands to my sides by cuffing them and attaching each cuff to a ring on a belt that they placed around my waist. I was now naked with a gag in my mouth, my hands bound to my sides, defenseless and humiliated with my prick straight out demanding attention.
“Let’s clean out his tush so that the boys can ream him out,” Dee said and she and Nancy pulled me into the bathroom. Taking out of a drawer an enema bag Dee proceeded to fill it with lukewarm water. They forced me to bend over and Nancy held the enema bag up high while Dee inserted the greased nozzle up my ass and released the water into me. I was required to hold it in for five minutes and then they let me sit down to empty my bowels. They repeated the process two more times to make certain my anal canal was perfectly clean. Dee placed a dab of Vaseline on her two fore fingers and pushed the stuff up my ass to make entry easier for an intruder and led me back into the living room.
Back in the living room I was presented to Peter and Dave who missed me. “Hi lover boy, are you ready for some action,” Peter greeted me. Having a gag in my mouth I could not respond but my raging hard on spoke for me. Peter patted me on my ass and said to Dave, “He likes it up the rear, be my guest and enjoy.” He bent me over so that Dave’s cock was in back and I was facing Peter’s crotch in front. Peter extracted his impressive lance, removed my gag, and placed his cockhead to my lips, David, at the other end and with a rubber on put his spear on my asshole for they evidently were going to launch their attack together.
Peter grabbing my face with both hands to secure the proper angle and said, “Gung Ho,” and they both pushed in unison. Both were going all the way in and withdrawing together and their moans and groans disclosed their pleasure. I was taking it both ways and have to reluctantly admit that it felt rather good and was proud of the fact that I was pleasing both of them simultaneously. They fucked me together and came together and I swallowed Peter’s tasteful contribution to my ordeal.
The guys being through with me turned me over to the gals, who thought it a good idea to also make joint use of me. Dee with her strap encouraged me to drop to my knees to service Nancy who lifted up her dress and discarded her panties and my face was brought into contact with her pussy. Simultaneously, Dee also lifted her dress and discarded her panties, and affixed a double dildo strap-on to her pussy half in and half out which she pressed to my asshole. As Dee buggered me Nancy pushed my face in her pussy so that I had to lick it and their moans and groans was even noisier then their husbands. As to which pair I enjoyed more, it would be hard to say, each had its strong point and after all, none of this was in my control. The climaxes of the girls were definitely louder and had more gusto.
I was a mess. My face besmirch with Nancy’s love juices, my ass striped by the whip, and stretched by their use of it, but worse of all my cock with a raging hard-on was demanding to participate. Dee observing my condition felt some compassion for me. “He served us well and earned a reward,” she said and had me stand up between her and Nancy and instructed her, “You take him in the front and I’ll do the rear.” Dee inserted two fingers in my asshole and wiggled them and Nancy held my prick firmly and I pumped and with great relief ejaculated into a napkin that Nancy held with the other hand.
“Good show,” Peter said. “Why don’t you wash up, get dressed and join us for a midnight snack at the Howard Johnson, not far from here. We’ll wait for you so that we can all go together.”
It was at the Howard Johnson that I learned that his employer was transferring Peter to San Francisco and this was the last I would see him and Dee. I never had the opportunity to thank him for his Letter of Introduction since with it I did secure the new job, which permitted me to wind up my contracts for economic studies, but the new job afforded me a larger income and I did not have to concern myself in scrounging up new work. I did miss them.
I know what you are thinking. Well it ain’t true. I’m no pervert. I don’t go for that stuff. I hereby certify I’m no faggot, I affirm that I’m no pain slut. I deny that I now or ever consented to what they did to me. Their abuse and humiliation of me violated my desires and wishes. When I think back when in high school and college my friends and I beat the shit out of homos I am proud and do not regret what we did.
As I was reclining on the veranda of the country club reading the paper, drinking an iced tea and relaxing I looked up at the tennis courts near by. I saw him; he was a large muscular man with a powerful backhand.
Notwithstanding his huge size he moved across the court with the speed and grace of a gazelle returning the ball to his adversary; he was good looking. He was an Adonis.
I couldn’t help but watch him and when he was through with his game and went in to the locker room to shower and get dressed, I decided to follow after him and check him out naked in the shower.
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