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(c) Copyright 2000 Waldo ataboy 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.
By Waldo ataboy (ataboy@ameritech.net)

"You're totally predicable; you never take a chance or do anything unusual, no, I won't marry you. You're boring and I want some spice in my life." With that Sydney refused my proposal for the umpteenth time. I've been going with Sydney for maybe two years and asked her again to marry me. Even though she's an assistant prosecutor working for the Feds, she's very attractive with a lot of self-assurance, I love her and I wasn't going to give up.
My name is Rick, for Richard P. ---------III, my family goes back to the revolution war, graduated in electrical engineering and write programs in C+ and Java and make a good living at it. But I admit it; I like a set routine. I like things well organized. I didn't know what Sydney was talking about.
It was my daily habit after work, to leave early since I normally finish my part of the program before the other members of the team have done theirs. I go to the gym just around the corner from my job and workout. After my shower I go to the bar near by and on the right, have a beer and chat with patrons and the bar tender and then take the subway home. Nothing exciting but it is fine with me.
However, with Sydney's criticism I decided to do something different. First I went to work with a flashy blazer and a bright red tie. After gym I did not put my tie back on but to be more comfortable I put it in my top pocket of my jacket on the left, half in and half out to give myself a debonair appearance. Instead of turning right which I normally do, I went left to a bar poorly lit up with a small sign. It was darker then the normal bistro I go to and only had a few male patrons sitting at the counter drinking and talking between themselves. I sat down on a stool and tried to get the attention of the bar tender. Finally he saw me and obviously peeved since I was interrupting his conversation with a customer and after I ordered he pushed over a bottle of beer with a dirty glass for me to pour into it myself. I started drinking direct from the bottle and regretted my coming in here.
In came a large man dressed in a dark leather jacket, biker's cap and blue jeans together with a woman, dressed in dark men's clothing, a fedora, and to whom everyone there seemed to know and acknowledge in quiet obsequious. They sat down at the counter on both sides of me. The bar tender gave them his immediate attention; they ordered whiskey with a water chaser that he immediately served them in clean glasses and left the bottle of the most expensive brand for their convenience.
"My name's Harry, what's yours?" He asked.
"Rick," I answered back.
"Let me order you a real drink," he said as he motioned to the bar tender who knew what to do and brought me a clean whiskey glass and a glass of water. Harry poured me a shot. "You're new around here. Drink up and tell me what you do," he instructed me. He was definitely arrogant, but I was willing to overlook his bossy manner, and gave him a short summary of my job. "Meet my wife," he said in respect to the lady on the other side of me.
"Hi," she said, "Aren't you a little warm in that fancy blazer?' and nudged it off and placed it on the counter for the bar tender to hang up and she further cuffed my hands behind my back.
To say I was surprised at her presumptuous behavior would be an understatement and complained, "Stop, what's going on?" She pushed into my mouth a ball gag and affixed the straps attached to it at the back of my head preventing me from further objecting.
She turned to her husband and said, "Harry, let's get the faggot in the car, we got company coming for supper tonight."
He said to me, "I've never seen you here before at Al's gay bar; is this your first time?I got your signal with your red tie. Must bottoms use a red bandanna in their left coat pocket? Just coming out of the closet?I couldn't locate any of my regular bottoms for supper tonight but you'll do," and he pulled my pants and shorts down to my hips. "Very nice, I like my boys cut," he said as he noticed I was circumcised. I got a hard on as he placed around the base of my cock a leather ring. "I don't want you to have a premature ejaculation in the car," Around my neck his wife fastened a collar with a ring, and attached a leash to it. Handing her husband the leash he march in front and she came behind and swiped me with a crop on my bare ass to encourage me to move out. His wife took my blazer, he left a hundred dollar bill on the counter for the tab and the bar tender gave me a thumbs up and a smile as we departed through the back door.
In the alley stood a big black limo, as we approached a muscular black chauffeur opened the back car door, but there was no seats in the back; instead was a thick mat with a bar in front. With the crop the wife convinced me to crawl in and attached the leash to the bar so that I was in the car on my knees face down. Being handcuffed I was immobile, ass up in a bent position.The limo had a central section where Harry and his wife sat in comfort having a drink and off we went.
We arrived about a half an hour latter at the gate of a large house in the suburbs, the chauffeur clicked the gate open and down we went on a long drive to the front door, Harry and his wife, got out and enter the house through the front door. The chauffeur, however took me around to the back to the garages, he clicked the garage door open; he drove in clicked the door close and then went and took me get out of the limo.
"I always sample the Judge's new faggots," he said. "On your knees boy," and he let me have it hard across my ass with a crop. I thought it well advised to get on my knees.
He removed my gag and I protested, "There's been a mistake made here, I'm no..." I got no further since he shoved his impressive cock into my mouth. I was in no position not to cooperate. Using my ears for leverage, I accepted his black massive cock all the way down my throat and concentrated not to gag; I sucked each withdrawal with vigor and zest. He must have appreciated my efforts since he came copiously in my mouth and I swallowed his offering.
The chauffeur, whose name incidentally was Max, although big and muscular, was gentle and talkative, explained to me how lucky I was to have my captor select me to not only use for himself and his wife but also to amuse his guests. He told me that Harry, my captor, was a very important man, a judge on the appellant bench, and was well known to select only the best and accomplished faggots for his pleasures. Max further warned me, he was loyal to his employer and I better not screw up in performing as required or I would wish I was never born after he was through with me.
After Max was through with me, he brought me in by way of the rear entrance into the kitchen, turned me over to a cute, slender maid, who appeared to be 18 or 19 years old, and dressed in a short maid's uniform. Naked with a cock ring on my prick, my hands cuffed to my sides, in a state of desperation and embarrassment, with leash in hand I was led by her through the kitchen to a large bathroom.
"There's been a terrible mistake, I'm not a faggot," I told her.
"Don't play coy with me," she said, "I know all you faggots feign resistance, to heighten your appeal, but I know better. You're not going to play that game with me."
"But it's true," I insisted.
"Bullshit," she said, "Max told me that you give great head." With that she painfully applied the crop to my ass to stress the point. On the fifth blow, I got it and gave no further complaint. I became a willing participant and offered no further resistance to her persuasive efforts on my behalf.
After my cock ring was removed, I was administered with three enemas, given a shower, shaved from my shoulders down except for the hair above my penis and dusted with talcum powder. During my cleanup, the butler, a middle age man, entered and was looking me over.
"Max was raving about the prowess of the new faggot," he said to the maid, "Do you mind if I try him out?"
"It's OK with me if you hurry it up, I want to rest him up for the Judge and his guests' amusement after supper," she answered him.
The maid reattached the cuffs with the belt so that my hands were affixed to my sides making me defenseless. She also reinstalled my collar with the leash attached so that she could direct me in any way she chooses and she choose to pull me forward so that I was bent so that my ass was presented for the butler to make full use of it. She smeared my asshole with a jelly like substance and spread my ass cheeks for the butler and said to him, "Enjoy." He pressed his cock clothed with a rubber against my asshole and notwithstanding my attempt to deny him entrance; he trespassed and pushed his damn cock all the way in. It hurt at first but when he rubbed my prostate I began to enjoy the novel experience. He enjoyed it also as he pumped away to his final climax.
The butler assured me that I would be satisfactory for the evening's entertainment and suggested we get together again at some time in the future. The maid on seeing my erection said, "I will not have anything to do with that hard on," and with her thumb and finger clicked the head of my cock causing it to return from its rigidity. "You must maintain your vitality for later," and placed my prick and balls in a leather poach that was locked in place by straps and with a small lock in the back. "You may not masturbate before they are through with you," and saying this she led me to a small bedroom where she gave me a sandwich and a glass of milk and put me to bed to rest until called.
Being awakened from my fitful sleep, the maid shook me, removed the leather pouch and said, "It's time, get up, they're going to want you now before their bridge game."I was led into the game room where the Judge, his wife and two guests were having there after supper brandy.The Judge stood there in all his magnificent glory, a brandy in one hand and a mean looking strap in the other. But that wasn't the shocker; it was Sydney, she was one of the guests for bridge.
Being brought before them naked with a prominent erection, the Judge introduced me to Sydney and the other gentleman, "This is Rick, and he is my latest bottom and has volunteered to donate his services for our pleasure."
"Oh my," said Sydney, "He's a friend of mine and I never knew. I wish I had known for I could have had lots of fun with him."
"Well, if he is yours, should I continue to soften him up?" the Judge asked Sydney.
"Sure, why not, if this is what he wants, go to it," was Sydney's reply. With that the maid pulled me forward with the leash so I was bent over with my ass demanding attention, the judge let me have it across my ass with that mean strap.
"Yeoh," I screamed, "Stop, there's a big mistake as to me," and a second lash landed. "No, no, no," I hollered, "Please stop," and a third and a fourth and a fifth found their mark.
"You're doing great," said the judge and continued with his beating. I was won over and was completely willing to comply to do his bidding. The judge sensing I had no longer a will of my own pushed me down to my knees extracted his huge cock from his trousers and placed it to my lips. "Suck," he commanded and I accepted it having been convinced by superior logic that this was for me. Sydney and the others must have been impressed with my ability to take it all the way down for I could hear their words of astonishment. He finished me off, and I swallowed the product of his gonads.
Being finished with me the judge turned me over to his gentleman guest who exercised his prerogative to follow a different path for my submission. He pulled me up, turned me around and bent me over and sent his dick through the orifice before him to satisfy his pleasure.Since the butler previously traveled that avenue, I was familiar with such an intrusion and accepted the new traveler, not that I had any say so in the matter.
When he was finally satisfied, I was presented to the women to exercise their will on me. Sydney and the judge's wife were in an embrace and Sydney decided to use me as part of their lovemaking. Holding the judge's wife with one hand Sydney pushed me down to my knees and inserted my head into the crotch of the judge's wife who was lost in reverie. I lapped up her juices to fulfill my mission. The judge's wife had an uncontrolled wild and verbal orgasm. Sydney demurred any further use of me stating she had plans for me that she will implement in the future.
I was now dismissed from any further use, and the judge instructed the maid, to release me from the restraints, jack me off, clean me up and get me dressed. After a small repast to sate my hunger I was to be sent home so that I could go to work the next day. The judge said to me, "You did good boy and don't forget to leave your address and phone number so that I can call upon you again. Good night and we will get together again soon."
Sydney said, "I'll call, see yaw," and gave me a big smile. The four of them sat down at a card table to play bridge.
When the chauffeur drove me home he complemented me, "You did great, you lucky dog, and the judge will certainly want to make further use of your talents." I had mixed feelings as to what transpired this day. I have to admit it was unusual and different and concede reluctantly, it did give me some satisfaction in knowing that I satisfied others together with a little pleasure on my part but unhappily I knew Sydney would never consider marrying me now.
At work, although I got my work done, and wrote my required lines of program satisfactorily, I could not get out of my mind the ordeal that I was put through. I knew I would never be able to face Sydney; how could I explain to her I wasn't a faggot or didn't go for that shit that the judge laid on me? Oh well, I thought, probably we will never get together again or if we did it would never be on the same intimate relationship.
It did not come, as a surprise when she didn't respond to my message I left on her answering machine that I wanted to at least explain that it was all a mistake. A week later it was a surprise when I got a message by Email that I was invited over to her place on Thursday 7 PM for supper alone and after supper we can do a scene.What's a scene, I thought. With trepidation, I accepted by E-mail response.
We had spaghetti, a tossed salad, oil & vinegar, and Chianti wine to drink; I don't know why, Sydney is not Italian, supper was great, and around about eight (pardon the rhyme) we went into the living room for the scene, (what in the hell is a scene?) During supper and in the living room I tried to explain the mistake. I assured her I was no faggot and our session in the judge's house was nonconsensual. She listened but just gave me a half smile and a dubious look as if to say, "Who do you think you're kidding?"
On the table she showed me a whip, cuffs, a ball gag, the whole bit and said, "Let's get on with the scene.Drop your pants and bend over and let's get started." She took the whip to begin. But I wasn't going to let her get away with this and grabbed the whip away from her and threw it into the corner. She was dumbfounded and I pulled her over to the couch, sat down on it and forced her over my lap and with her dress up and ass exposed I let her have it hard; I slapped her tush. ."Hold on there, what are you doing? This is not the way we are to do the scene," she cried.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time, now I'm going to have fun," I explained and kept slapping her ass.Her agitation on my lap caused my cock to come alive.She lurched and jerked up and down with each slap but as her ass developed a nice red glow her crouch got wetter and wetter and she stopped resisting.
"My god, Rick what have you done to me. I can't take any more of this. Please stop, master," Sydney begged.By god, I have her I thought, I stopped slapping her but pushed her down to her knees in front of me, and she stared at my tented up trousers directly in front of her eyes.
"You know what you have to do, now do it," I commanded her. She knew. She unbuckled my pants wiggled my pants down so that my enlarged prick sprung out; greedily took it in her mouth and sucked. I helped her being very accommodating and sunk it to the depths of her throat and on the sixth lounge released my love juice for her to digest.
Discarding my pants, which were already at my ankles together with the balance of my clothes, I striped her of all her clothes, and the two of us naked went to bed to continue our lovemaking. I licked both her ear and neck and simultaneously inserted my two fingers in her cunt; she was lost in ecstasy as her orgasm swept through her. Exhausted we both took sleep to recover from our passion. In the middle of the night her bringing my cock back to life by her licking it awakened me. I pulled her up, got on top of her, and fucked her in the old fashion way, minister style. When we were through we fell back to sleep.
The next morning I work up by the smell of coffee and bacon emanating from Sydney's kitchen, I stealthily sneaked a look, and spied her cooking breakfast.Washing and shaving quickly (she had shaving equipment in the bathroom including a brand new toothbrush) I joined her in the kitchen.
"Oh you're up. I was just coming in to wake you. I took the liberty of preparing breakfast for the two of us. I hope you like scrambled eggs and bacon," she said with a smile. It hit the spot, and I ate and drank coffee like a ravishing wolf. We made small talk as if nothing happened in bed the previous night. Eventually she got to the point and said, "I know you got carried away last night and we can be good friends, but you won't do what you did again."
"Oh contraire, we will never be friends again, no from now on you will submit to me and I intend to continue to spank you when I believe you need it. From now on we are going to be lovers.You belong to me to enjoy and play with whether you like it or not." She groaned but did not contradict me. "Come here and give me a kiss, I got to go to work, and I'll see you tonight," I told her. She hesitantly came over and we kissed.
I kept my word and she got spanked and fucked for the next two weeks. After one of our sessions I told her, "I'm no longer going to ask you to marry me; we are going to get married, it's just a question of when and where." She said she would arrange for me to meet her parents. The judge and his wife were invited to the marriage ceremony and gave a very expensive wedding gift.
All's well that ends well. Shakespear.