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"Lets fuck the Americano. He'll love my dick," said the other. He proceeded to let me down, but tied my hands behind my back. He pulled me down to my knees and extracted from his pants his male organ that he took out and proudly pushed to my lips, "Open your fucking mouth and you can swallow your new lover." I had no recourse but to accept it. It hardened as he pushed it down my throat and I received more lessons in the art of cocksucking. When he came it didn't taste as good as Dave's but you can't have everything.
With this rude behavior I no longer had the will to resist their pleasures. The other had me bend over and after putting a rubber on his member and after having it well greased, fucked me in the ass. When it first entered in it hurt but when it reached my prostate my cock responded. He came in me with a loud cry, "Vivala Zapatta," and I came and shot my load into the ground. They congratulated me and said, "Bravo."
They released me from my bonds, they washed me, they cleaned me up, they got me dressed and they sent me back to the ranch house. Before I reached the ranch house Sarah met me. She told me she saw what the stable hands had done to me and apologized for their misconduct to me. "They are animals," she said, "but I can't fire them. Good help is hard to find." I told her I understood.
We went back to the ranch house for lunch and was told to relax with a short nap but then I would have certain chores to do to help, and after that I could rest again before supper. Today they had me wax some of the floors; the Mexican housekeeper was difficult to satisfy, she made liberal use of her crop to make a point. I finished and had a little time to catch up on my reading, mostly the newspapers, before supper was called.
At supper both ranch manager and the horse trainer were invited since they had ranch business to discuss with Dave. The supper was very good, there was plenty of great tasting food, the company was friendly and charming and they asked me many questions as to what I did and how I felt about things. They were interested in me and I enjoyed their attention.
After supper in the playroom, Sarah convinced me with Ole Faithful that my chores were not over. I was to satisfy the family and hired help by gratifying their perverted wants. Dave decided to do my ass, he liked a variety. Sarah and Linda in turn had me lick their ass and then their cunt with yelps of pleasure. The horse trainer and manager joined forces; one gave it to me in the mouth and the other in my ass, and in unison unloaded their cargo in me.
Sarah obviously felt that I executed my duties to her satisfaction, so she had the 17-year-old Mexican beauty play me as she had performed the previous night, and my instrument came to a crescendo to the loud applause of the audience. When I finished my young mistress took me back to my room, washed me up, had me put on my pajamas and kissed me goodnight.
The next day and the day after went basically the same. I have to admit the exercise was giving me more stamina but I could not make up my mind how I was adjusting to the demands on me. Did I resent the abuse inflicted on me or did I enjoy the sex and attention that I was getting? My hosts, however, were enjoying themselves immensely.
Wednesday was a break in the routine. I was informed that after lunch I was not to be permitted to ejaculate either by another having use of me or by masturbating.Thursday was the day set aside for collection of semen for sale and it was important that I maintain my virility and potency.
About an hour after breakfast I was asked to go to the barn. The stable hands immediately removed all my clothes and placed me naked in a stable with my body in a leather harness but no saddle; leather straps strategically placed so that I was effectively prevented from moving about or resisting. On the two stalls to my left were the two prized winning stallions similarly restrained. They started with the horse two stalls down, Sarah would keep him calm by rubbing his nose and whispering soothing sounds while the handler stimulated his penis and the manager would have ready the vials to collect his valuable semen. When he came they would fill a number of properly labeled vials and place them in a storage container packed with dry ice. When they were finished with that horse, he was released by the stable hands to graze in the pasture. They did the same to the horse next to me.
It now was my turn, Sarah stood in front of me rubbed my cheek and whispered encouragements for me to keep calm; the handler inserted his sheathed penis up my ass until it reached my prostate; the manager held my penis to the mouth of a vial while the handler rhythmically move in and out. I came. As each vial was filled, the manager had quickly replaced it with an empty vial without spilling any of the valuable contents. They extracted four vials from me, which was immediately placed in a different storage container with dry ice, to be sent by next day delivery by American Express.
Sarah was so happy with my production, she let me have the rest of the day off. On our walk back to the range house she explained to me that in view of my resume, she expected to get a good return for my manhood. She further explained they would not know how much they would get as it was sent on consignment to be paid only if the donees get pregnant. If we get good results I would get a gratuity, she of course keeps the much larger portion for after all she did all the work and took the risks while I was a passive partner. I agreed.
The weeks flew by. I was getting adjusted to my treatment and was beginning to enjoy my stay. I noticed that Linda was disappearing in the afternoon. When I asked about her, Dave informed me she became aware that a young assistant professor from our university, an archeologist, had taken his sabbatical by wandering the hills near the ranch in search of Indian artifacts.Linda, always loyal to her alma mater had gone up with sandwiches to find him and give him some assistance.
Sarah took me aside after I had been here about a month and informed me that since I was now properly indoctrinated any further training on her part would be redundant and therefore she was going to let me go home earlier then originally planned. This did not upset me as I now came to the conclusion that Linda was going to reject my proposal of marriage. Sarah, being considerate of me, told me she had a friend, Mrs.Henderson, who maintained a boarding house in millionaires row (large formerly occupied homes by millionaires before they moved to the suburbs, just off campus and now occupied by fraternities, sororities and boarding houses), which Mrs. Henderson maintained to help students in need of room and board. Sarah realized that I would need this type of accommodation, as she knew I had given up my former lodging and I was now short of cash. She informed me she had worked out arrangements with Mrs. Henderson to give me credit until I could repay the rent.
Mrs. Henderson was expected presently and she suggested that I go back to my room and pack the duffle bag that I would find in my room. She generously gave me all the clothes there and I was welcome to them. She did say that she needed the space for the new guest who was moving in. When I went back to my room, I noticed from my window Dave showing a tall, young man the ranch, which I later learned was the archeologist that Linda had been assisting in finding Indian artifacts.
Sarah and a heavyset woman were arguing over some terms.Sarah wanted 25 and the woman insisted 20 was the highest she would go. When I came in, Sarah saw me and said, "OK 20." Sarah then introduced me to Emma Henderson and informed me that we must leave within the hour if we were to catch our flight. Mrs. Henderson indicated that it was necessary for me to sign a oneyear lease for my accommodations. We didn't have time for me to read it and she inadvertently only had one copy with her. After she assured me that when we got back home she would make a copy for me, I signed.
On the flight back home, Mrs. Henderson, became very friendly and talkative. She explained that I was not to be concerned about the rent since it would come out of my share. She told me that she ran an escort service in addition to her boarding house and she was confident that I could easily earn enough to pay my expenses. I was advised that from my services as an escort, I would get 40 percent out of which she would deduct my rent and other expenses, she would get 40 percent for running the business and supplying the clients, and Sarah would only get 20 percent to defray her costs in having me at the ranch and a reasonable profit.
Mrs. Henderson boarding house was a three-story mansion of the old style that had seen its day, with ample parking in the back for a number of cars, which could not be seen or identified from the front. The third floor, formerly a ballroom, was partioned into bedrooms, one of which I received. Although not as big as the one I had at the ranch, it was satisfactory. While I was getting settled and putting my clothes away, I heard load screams from the first floor and went down to investigate. The screams were coming from a room off the living room, which I later learned was Mrs. Henderson's office. In the living room were two students playing chess at a small table and another in an easy chair studying from a book. The noise from the other room was the unmistaken swish of a strap hitting flesh and the screams that followed. The students seemed to be unconcerned.
I turned to the student who was studying and said, "what's going on?"
"Oh that just Fred, he is being punished for being late to an appointment," was his response.
"You mean, Mrs. Henderson punishes you like that when you are late on an escort job?" I asked him.
He laughed, "Is that what she calls it. Don't you know that this is a male whore house and Emma don't take kindly to you being late to an appointment to service a client."
I was in shock; he knew what I really wanted to know without me asking. He continued, "You want to know why we do this and why we put up with this. Why not? It's good work, how else could I afford to go to college and have time to attend classes and do homework? And besides Emma ain't such a bad egg. She gets for us good clientele who pay good, she gives us a fair split and doesn't cheat us, gives us time off when sick or taking finals and knows who to grease to protect us. I know she is strict and gives us a whipping even when we don't deserve it, but you can't have everything, and I guess she has to keep us in line."
The whipping in the other room stopped, and out the door came a young girl, obviously one of Mrs. Henderson's hired help, leading a sniveling young man, whose pants were down on his hips, sporting a large hard-on, to a corner of the living room. His ass was stripped with lash marks and tears in his eyes. Mrs. Henderson hollered from her office, "Take care of him, clean him up and get him ready for lunch."
The young girl led him into a corner of the room, with her latex gloved left hand, shoved two fingers well greased into his asshole, grabbed his cock with her right hand and he pumped away until he squirted. He said "Thank you Mary. I owe you one." She threw away the glove and goop which landed conveniently on a paper napkin well placed to catch his discharge, into a wastebasket. She helped him pull up his pants, gave him a handkerchief to blow his nose and led him away to get him ready for lunch. I returned in deep thought to my room to continue unpacking.
It didn't take long for Mrs. Henderson to get me adjusted to my new quarters. One good whipping and I knew what I had to do to pay the rent. Of course Sarah's training made her job a lot easier. I adapted to my new environment quite well and even enjoyed the challenge. Because I knew that my prime function was to satisfy the client before myself I was successful in getting large tips and repeat business, which made Mrs. Henderson less likely to beat me then the others. But I had no problem making friends with the other tenants since I was older then them and they looked up to me as a father figure. That is until about two months after my arrival the archeologist joined us as a tenant.
Since the archeologist and I shared a common experience at Sarah's ranch we became fast friends. He was a little angry with Sarah for when he inquired as to the gratuities he had coming she responded with Ole Faithful. Although he wasn't satisfied with her explanation he decided not to press the point. Of course I never got any of the gratuities promised to me, so I just wrote it off as a bad debt. We spent many long hours over a drink reminiscing are experiences there.
Notwithstanding my obligation to my clients, I had plenty of time to complete my PHD requirements. I took my orals and passed with flying colors. I spent much time on my thesis, and wrote a long, well researched study on William Faulkner, and how he influence American writers that came after him. It so impressed my mentors that they suggest I have it published. Even though they thought it worthy of publishing, the University did not have the funds to finance it. I went to Mrs. Henderson for a loan since I did not have enough of my earnings to cover all the costs. She generously advanced the additional amount at a usurious rate of interest, which resulted in my having to stay here a bit longer.
After the publishing of my thesis, I was offered a teaching post at the University as an assistant professor, and fortuitously my lease was running out. I decided not to renew it. Bidding Mrs. Henderson and the many friends I made here good-bye, I secured new lodging with an elderly couple, with a room to let. They did not want a student since being good Christians; they did not want to deal with hanky panky on their property.
It was at a staff meeting of the faculty that I first saw her. She was a petite woman, in her early 30s, everything in its proper place, a French assistant professor. Besides teaching beginning French she taught in the woman's department; she was a feminist. Her name was Lili deGrasse. She was pretty and I was enchanted with her.
This time I wasn't going to get caught, I was very careful not to be observed as I followed her around. "Pervert," she said that eventful night after she had eaten her supper and was walking home. "I'm going to turn you in and they are going to throw you out from your teaching job," she warned me.
I pleaded with her, told her I meant no harm; it was only my innocent admiration of her and promised not to follow her any more if it displeases her. She looked at me with contempt.
"OK, I'll think about it," she said and started to walk away. She then turn around and said, "be at my office at 5 o'clock after classes tomorrow for a good spanking, male shithead."
When I came in she was waiting for me. "Drop your pants, I want to see your bare ass as you're lying across my lap, asshole." I complied not want to make her angrier with me then was necessary. As I lay there my prick fell between her legs of her open skirt. She proceeded to let me have it with a slipper that she conveniently produced for this occasion. It hurt, I screamed in pain, she would not let up. With the friction of her legs that held my prick captured, I could not hold back no matter how hard I tried. I came and my emission trickled down her legs.
"Pig," she screamed. I dropped to my knees and proceeded to lick it up, starting at her ankles and worked my way up. By the time I was getting to her hole, she was in heat. I dug in her slit with my tongue and in short order she screeched with her organism.
"Not bad," she said, "you're almost as good as some of my female students. I'm not through with you. I will let you know when you get your next spanking." With that she dismissed me and pushed me out the door so that she could prepare for her next day's work.
I left and wondered whether when she gets to know me better she would consider marriage.