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This story is fictional. It has no relationship to anyone I know, I ever met or anyone I may hope to meet. It came out of my own sick mind. It’s pornographic and should not be read by anyone who doesn’t like this kind of stuff. Also it should not be read if you are 18 years of age or under. It’s probably not good for you and you are not permitted to read this story. This story may be copied or saved, if you want to. However, no charge is permitted. If anyone copies it or transmit it to another, this statement must be included. Waldo Ataboy 7/21/2000

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.