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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 7/4/2000

Let’s get it straight; I admit that I have a rapport with guys but I’m engaged to marry a young lady in my same social class, her family is almost as wealthy as mine. My grandfather was Secretary of Interior in the Truman’s administration. Her family was in shipping and was rumored to have been involved in smuggling during prohibition. Our pending marriage is considered the social event of the season.
Although I have been involved in a certain amount of intimacy on occasion with some of my male friend I was always discrete, and I never went in for that heavy stuff. I was careful and prudent so as to maintain my reputation as required by my status in society. However on Fridays after work I let my hair down and go to my favorite male bar, where I can relax and socialize with other guys with the same bent. We never actually did anything overt in a homosexual way other then maybe a couple of us would go to the john together and kiss and fondle each other and masturbate. Nothing really serious until two weeks ago our bar was invaded by three bikers, uncouth, loud and definitely not of the same class as the rest of us. They took over, corralled two or three of us and forced their unwilling quarry into the back to subject them to their indecent pleasure. Their leader and the worst of them was a big heavyset lout named Al.
When they came again I was asked to tell Al he was not welcomed. I was to tell him we did not go for his unsophisticated behavior, we did not appreciate his bulling us; we did not go for that S and M stuff. I was to explain to him that we were subtle, caring and delicate in our relationships and that there are other gay bars where his type would be welcomed.
Al did not take my discourse well. His response was, “Bullshit.”
His buddy grabbed each of my hands and held them to my sides. “This fagot is cute,” he said, “Dibs on his ass.”
Al unbuckled my belt, zipped down my fly and pulled my trousers and shorts down to my hips. “Let’s see what equipment this fairy has,” queried Al as he exposed my penis and ass.
“Not bad for a pansy.” he declared.
“I don’t want him to come until we have had our full use of him,” and saying this he placed a leather ring around the base of my cock for that purpose. My prick engorged and extended itself to give its consent, notwithstanding my wishes to the contrary.
“Stop immediately,” I protested, “I don’t consent, this is rape, and I’ll have you prosecuted.”
The three laughed, Al the loudest. “That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard all week. Can you picture this sissy going to the cops and filing a complaint? They’ll probably give him an award for filing the silliest charge for the year,” Al proclaimed as he pulled his two-inch wide belt out from the loops in his pants, spun me around, and continued, “Bend over asshole, I’m going to teach you some respect.”
“Yeoh,” I screamed as the belt landed across my ass. “Stop immediately,” I demanded and in response he gave me two more. “Yeoh, this hurts, I don’t go for this shit,” and two more landed on target. “Yeoh, cease, I’m no pain slut,” I begged and he continued administering his education with full force and effect.
When he thought I had enough and was fully compliant, he turned to his compadre and said, “Let’s get him undressed, and have some real fun.” The two of them entered into their task of disrobing me and I of course gave no resistance as I learned my lesson well.
The third turned his attention to the other patrons of the bar and asked of my friends, “Are there any objections by any of you cocksuckers?” None objected as they all stood around in rapt attention; they could easily have come to my assistance since there were six of us and only three of the tormentors and besides my friends may have secretly wished to participate as was apparent by the bulge at the crotch of their pants. The bartender, smiling, also did not interfere as he probably felt it was not his place to stop his patrons from having honest entertainment but more important he must have contemplated the large gratuity that the patrons and I would bestow on him to buy his silence.
My long time friend, Walt, stepped forward and said, “Sir, can I get you a beer or anything else you may prefer? It’s on me.”
The third thug walked over to Walt, looked him over, turned him around, patted him on the ass and said, “Not bad, but later, sure get me a beer.” Instead of coming to my aid, Walt, my buddy, who was going to stand up at my wedding, went and got the bastard a beer.
Naked with a hard on with a leather ring around the base of my penis I was at their mercy. “I’m going to give you a treat. On your knees, boy,” Al ordered me and he pressed down on my shoulders forcing me to kneel before him. He zipped down his fly and extracted his monster cock. He was circumcised and I was mesmerized by it as he pressed it against my lips. It was much too big for me to accept and if it got hard it would be impossible. “I know you want to suck on my pecker; OK boy I’m going to make your day, do it,” and with this command, his buddy swiped my ass with his belt; I opened wide my mouth and his damn thing went in.
“You can take it all, just relax and enjoy,” I was instructed. Down it went as he navigated my head with both hand on the sides of my face. It was all I could do not to choke but I managed it. It must have been a marvel to behold to see that monster cock all the way down my gullet. When he reach bottom he slowly started to withdraw it permitting me to breath and in appreciation I sucked hard. No sooner then his cockhead reach its starting point then down it went again, the rhythm picked up and I could hear the ohs and ahs of the spectators as he pumped away. “Prepare for your reward, I’m coming,” he alerted me and he shot globs down my throat, very tasty.
I don’t know whether I hated it or loved it, but the audience seemed impressed from the comments that emanated from them. But no question I was under Al and his friends’ domination. Al’s accomplice demanded his turn and insisted that I stand up, bend over with my hands on my knees, and inserted a greasy lubricate in my ass. Armed with a rubber, he pressed his bugger into me by way of my rear door against my will and pushed it all the way up. At first it hurt but as he pumped it actually became somewhat pleasurable. He obviously won the onlookers over since when he came I could hear their sounds of approval.
Al wasn’t through with me, as he announced that he was setting up a ménage a quatre, what’s that? I heard of a ménage a trios but never of a quatre. He asked for volunteers. My close friends William and Walt were glad to participate after Al’s and his confederate’s belts were administered persuasively on their bare rumps. My cock ring was removed. William was forced to kneel in front of me, Walt was placed at my rear and Al’s cohort placed himself at the rear of Walt since he lusted for his ass. I held William’s face in both my hands with my dick pressed to his lips, Walt held my ass cheeks apart and pressed his cock against my asshole, the bastard pushed his impressive prick into Walt’s rear end and the action began. It was a chain reaction. When Walt received his intruder, Walt pushed forth into me in the rear and I passed it down William’s throat and he began to masturbate. Al insisted that we all must come together. We all pumped in turn. When the bastard at the last in line announced he was coming, we each in turn came and when William received my pent up passion in his mouth, he came on his trousers at his ankles.
To show his satisfaction with us, Al ordered a round of drinks for all, of course he instructed the bartender to put the charges on my tab. Walt and the bastard went arm in arm to a separate table; they obviously bonded and were making arrangements for a date to meet later. The others gathered around Al and his partner to ingratiate themselves each vying against the other to be picked to be their paramour for the night.
Exhausted, I settled up with the bartender and gave him in addition a $200 gratuity, bid everyone a good night and left for home to get a good night’s sleep. I slept like a log and Saturday at noon I awoke refreshed and called a 5 star French restaurant to talk to the maitre d’. I requested from him a reservation for dinner this night for Walt, his wife, my finance and I and informed him we had tickets for the theatre after dinner. I explained to him the importance that it was necessary that we be through with dinner by 8:30 so that we wouldn’t miss the first curtain call. He assured me that he would accommodate us.
Walt and his wife, first having picked up my finance, picked me up on time for dinner. When we arrived the maitre d’ informed us that he made all arrangements for us. He took the liberty to have the chef prepare his specialty, have the wine steward select for us the appropriate wine and arrange the best located table for us. I was impressed by his efficiency, and gave him a 20-dollar gratuity. He said it wasn’t necessary, it was his pleasure, but I said, “I insist, Albert, I always reward good service.” He said, “Thank you sir,” and led us to our table.
Before our first course, my finance whisper to me, “Is the maitre d’ the same Al that you were with last Night?”
Bewildered I asked, “How did you know?”
She answered, “Walt’s wife told me. And by the way I made him a generous offer to purchase his 2 inch wide belt.”
I said to myself, “Oh my God, this did not forbear well for our future married life.”