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7.2 Brad Cahill - Wings of Freedom

(Extracts From the Recently Discovered Writings by Brad
Cahill – Pleasure Slave)

***

He comes in my dreams as an avenging angel, angry and
dangerous, demanding my unconditional loyalty and love.

I give it to him immediately, open myself to him, and
as I dream, I feel his wrathful arms wrap around me and
squeeze the breath out of me, crushing my lungs,
reducing my torso to a redy pulp.

But then my eyelids flutter and I wake up screaming. I
can feel myself being held down on my back, a soft
caring voice telling me everything is alright.

My eyes adjust to the dim light, but the face above me
is vague and blurred.

"It's alright Brad. You're safe now and lying in a
comfortable soft bed, covered with soft smooth sheets
to keep you nice and warm." It is Master Evan's voice
and he is speaking so tenderly. I can feel him wiping a
warm moist cloth across my forehead, and he continues
to talk to me.

"Don't worry Brad. Your eye sight has been affected a
little bit, but you'll soon be able to see clearly
before you know it. Just calm down, you're safe now and
no-one will hurt you." he says, his voice soothing me,
calming me.

I remember him clearly. I recall how he came and took
me away from the small suffocating room that Master
Noel and I were living in. But where is Master Noel? I
need him, oh God I need him, and as I think about him I
feel my cock stiffening instantly to its fully erect
state.

"Shhhh... That's it Brad. Calm down. No one will hurt
you or do anything to harm you ever again." Master Evan
says in a gentle voice that I find comforting, as he
again wipes my forehead with the same warm moist cloth.

Again I think of Master Noel, and I wonder where he is.
He cannot be far away, not if Master Evan is here
looking after me. Why can't I see him? In fact, why is
everything so blurred? Then I remember what Master Evan
has just told me, of the damage to my eyes.

I need to get up and search for Master Noel. Why can't
I move, or raise my arms or legs. I can't even lift my
head up without sudden pain shooting through every
nerve ending of my body. Maybe I've been refitted with
a micro-chip and Master Noel is punishing me for not
getting up off my lazy backside. Yes, that must be it!

"Listen to me Brad! Now just calm down and relax. Don't
squirm about like that! Just rest up here now, yes
that's it." Master Evan continues saying, his voice
soft as velvet silk.

"You've been ill for a while Brad, and now you getting
better. I want you to stay still and relax and rest up
for me Brad. Will you do that for me Brad?" Master Evan
says, insisting I stop moving about.

Suddenly I feel very, very tired, and before I know it,
I fall into a deep comforting relax.

That's when the visions come, a rambling kaleidoscope
of vivid pictures that flicker and merge into a single
moving image. I know what these are. They are my
memories playing out in my mind, reminding me of the
past.

There in my mind, as if it were only yesterday, are my
parents. They are looking a bit haggard but overjoyed
as they hug Sean, Justin and me close to them. And
there's Master Evan standing aside, smiling a lonely
smile, watching us as we laugh and cry, lost in our
family love for each other.

But I hear the knock on the door and without thinking I
walk over and open it. Suddenly someone grabs me by the
front of my shirt, dragging me out and silently closing
the door behind me. A huge ape of a man, unshaven and
nearly bald and much taller than me, slams me up
against the wall of the hallway and puts a finger up to
his lips, indicating I should keep quiet, just shut my
mouth as he hurriedly pushes me into an empty janitor's
room, flicks on the light and closes and locks the door
behind us.

At first I am furious. I want to strike back but the
way he looks down at me, a smirk across his weather-
beaten face suddenly sends shivers of fear down my
spine.

"I got a message for you, queer-boy! It's from your
real master down south, and I think you're going to
want to stay real quiet and not make a sound as I tell
what he's got to say!" he says in a terrifying voice
that makes me tremble in fear.

"Firstly, he commends you all on getting away from him
so easily. Didn't think his own little brother had the
balls to do what he did. But you, well, he's got a
message. Come back now, of your own free will, and
he'll leave the rest of your family alone." The large
man said, his voice sounding like gravel on sandpaper.
And then before I know it, he is cupping the front of
my crotch, feeling me up and then unzipping my fly.

"Of course, if you don't do what he wants, he's going
to be so pissed off, and I reckon you can kiss your
family goodbye forever. I'm quite sure he'd never harm
you, but I doubt he'll let any of your other family
members live if you were to disagree with him." He says
as he shoves his huge calloused hand inside the front
of my underwear to take my testicles in the palm of his
fist.

"So, what do you say, homo? Are you going to be a good
boy and come peacefully with me? Or are you going to
try and fight me and go running off to your new
boyfriend?" he says as he starts squeezing my balls as
hard as he can.

I know I am crying now, and I know it is senseless to
try and fight back. This man is humungous and will
knock me about before I know what's hit me. Also, I
know I have to follow this scary man and go back to
Master Noel.

I've already learnt how cruel Master Evan's brother can
be, and I know he'll never let me go. When it comes to
the long-term safety of my family, and doing the right
thing for them, there really isn't any choice.

"Ah that's good! I can see you made the right decision.
Now let's get real cozy here and get to know each other
a lot better. On your knees cunt!" he growls at me.

In the dim light of the small janitor's room, I fall to
my knees as he stands over me, and as I look up at him,
he moves even closer to me and quickly lowers his
pants. His penis is fully erect and it is huge,
standing out from his hairy groin about nine inches or
10".

"Time to show Papa how good a 'sword swallower' you
really are."

I take his throbbing organ in my mouth and I gag as he
tries to power it down my throat, not because of the
thickness and length of his massive penis, but because
he hasn't washed or showered in a very long time.

His stench and the putrid taste of his foreskin makes
me want to retch, to vomit, but I still my stomach and
do what he demands of me.

For quite a few minutes he makes me work my lips up and
down the shaft of his thickly veined cock, before he
decides he wants more. Quickly he pulls me back up to
my feet by my hair, and spins me around so my back is
to him. He yanks my pants and underwear down around my
ankles, pulls my shirt up my chest, and makes me bend
over and grab my ankles.

"Now that's real nice! I been hanging out to try me
some hot faggot cunt, so you just hold tightly onto
your ankles and don't make a sound as I corn hole you,
you fucking homo!" he grunts as he roughly pushes
himself all the way into me.

And then he reaches over me and grabbing a fistful of
my blond hair, he yanks my head up and back and starts
slamming into me, fucking me as hard as he can. I feel
the agony of what he is doing to me, but I also feel my
body responding to his vulgarity. My anus starts
gripping and milking his thrusting penis and I find I
am pushing back my butt to get as much of him into me.

I feel ashamed of myself. I no longer have the micro-
chip in my spine, but it's as if its still there, and
the pleasure level has been triggered at an extremely
high setting.

"Goddam you're good faggot! Oh yeah, I can see why he
wants you back!" the man gasps out loud as he increases
his fuck pace and slams into my anus over and over
again while still yanking my head up even further as I
stand bent over all the way, holding tightly onto my
ankles.

The images blur in my mind, suddenly speeding up like
the fast forward action on a movie. I see myself
kneeling before the man once more, licking and sucking
the slime of his recent ejaculation and my cuckolds brownie off his
semi-flaccid cock and large hairy balls before he
quickly makes me stand up again and pull my pants up
before dragging me out of the janitor's room and away
from my family and friends and the Le Grand Hotel.

Bundled into the back of a car, I see vaguely the many
street lamps lighting up the night, but I have no idea
where we are or where we are going. The small room we
enter is dusty and damp, and I sit on the side of the
bed as he instructs me and watch as he sets up a
digital video camera on a tripod stand facing me.

I speak the words he tells me to repeat and dutifully
stand up once more, lower my pants and underwear, step
out of them so he can video record me masturbating. And
as I smile, I watch as he steps forward and punches me
in the face.

The images speed up more as he places me in many
uncomfortable positions and fucks me repeatedly.
Absurdly, I watch as the images show me sucking his
monstrous dick before and after each fuck session, and
see myself gag as he urinates in my mouth. He continues
to beat me around my head, my body and genitals,
deriding me for not being a real man and not fighting
back.

Instantly the images slow down a fraction as I find
myself thrown down in the middle of another small room
and there stands Master Noel, his face red with anger
as he turns on the man, telling him to go back to his
motel and wait for him to call.

"I've got to get you help, Brad! I'm really scared I
might lose you if I don't. Maybe I'd better ring Evan
and have him come down here now?" he said in a whisper,
mainly to himself than to me. Immediately I wrapped my
arms weakly around his waist and tried to hug him close
to me, tried to reassure him all was well.

Finally the images speed up and I see myself on my
knees, trying to stay upright. I feel so weak, and I'm
having trouble not falling into a deep faint. I know I
have been unable to eat, that no food I take in stays
down.

I hear the knock on the door and the vague outline of
Master Evan stands before us. Master Noel is nearly
hysterical. I can hear it in his voice. He is trying to
protect me, but I know he is in bad shape too. As he
has seen me getting ill over the last month, he too has
stop eating.

I hear the scuffle and then the loud sound of a body
hitting the floor and I know deep down it is Master
Noel. Frantically I move forward, cursing my inability
to see, but my hands come across him and he lays there
before me unmoving.

Instantly I start howling in despair. He isn't moving,
and I know there's something wrong with him, but
suddenly I feel soft tender hands brush my shoulder and
gentle arms wrap around me.

"Shhhh, Brad. Its okay! Noel's okay too, and your safe
now. Shhhh there baby!" I hear Master Evan say softly
to me, hugging me ever so gently against his chest.

"Shhhh, you're safe now. We're going to look after you
and get you all better again." Master Evan continues
and I feel myself calming down and then the images
disappear and darkness descends all around me.

Noises and voices surround me, at first feint and
muffled. My avenging angel appears above me with the
face of Master Noel and the body of a glowing
iridescent Adonis. And on pure white wings he floats
down to me to cup my face gently and wipe away my
tears.

"It's time for you to move on, Brad. It's time for you
to let go of me and seek out your own destiny." The
angelic floating figure with Master Noel's face says to
me, a huge beatific smile stretched across a benign
face glowing with love.

Instantly I open my eyes to see the outline of Master
Evan hovering over me. I think he is smiling happily
down into my face and I feel his lips gently kiss my
forehead as he once again whispers to me to rest and to
relax. A rich comforting darkness swirls around me,
settling over me, protecting me.

And then my eyes flutter open as bright natural
sunlight awakens me. I can see better now, the figures
and objects around me coming into clearer focus. There
standing over me is Master Evan, just as he has always
been, and I can see the details of his whole face now.
He looks so handsome and tall, not like the memory I
had of him as a short skinny teenage bookworm who
always looked shy and timid.

Now he looks strong and vibrant, but in the back of his
eyes I see the gentle kind boy I use to know. And
before I know what I'm doing, my hand rises ever so
slowly until I can caress his cheek.

"Thank you, Evan. Thank you so very much for saving me,
my handsome young prince!" I whisper softly up to him,
and I see the tears of pure joy and love spill down his
cheeks as he moves his lips down onto mine and gently
kisses me.

8. Evan Morgan – A Reversal of Fortunes

(From the Private Diary of Evan Morgan)

***

He lies next to me relaxing peacefully. I look down on
his handsome face and I feel my heart fill with joy. To
me he is everything. He is my life, my love, my very
being.

Since I brought him home, I have had to do a lot of
soul searching. I nearly went insane when I realised
how hurt he was, how badly damaged his mind and body
were. But he was home with me now, and to a point, that
should have been all that mattered.

But as I surveyed the horrible wreckage Noel had
inflicted upon all these innocent people, on all my
friends, I turned my head away from compassion and sort
a vengeance that would nearly cost me my soul.

As Brad lay there seriously ill in hospital, and then
at home in my bed, I stood next to him every waking
moment of the day, not moving, just waiting patiently
for him to wake up. I watched his wounds and bruises
fade away and all the horrible scars covering his body
I had surgically removed as he slept in his deep coma.
In time, when he woke up, the skin on his body and face
would be as smooth as the day he was born.

But as I stood there waiting, my mind was in turmoil.
Instantly I resolved to have any permister who'd ever
raised a finger against Brad utterly destroyed.

As I've stated earlier, I'd already started the process
many months before. Upon viewing a number of private
DVD discs that had been hidden away in Noel's bedroom,
I came across footage of my brother's month long gang-
bang, just before he'd handed Brad over to me.

Also, I came across the footage of Sean's and Justin's
**** at the hands of the law enpowerment officers who'd
raided the Cahill residence that very first night
they'd all been enslaved. On top of that, I also came
across recorded footage of what they were subjected to
while incarcerated at the state-owned 'Regional Slave
Induction and Training Facility'.

It was enough for me to begin legal proceedings on
Brad's behalf against every one of them.

Steve Newby and Trevor Drummond were currently being
held in a primister awaiting sentencing, along with every
one of their family members.

Jessie Franklin had already been convicted and
sentenced to a lifetime of slavery, and was currently
serving out his time in a sleazy male slave brothel,
somewhere on the east coast. His friends Mitch Ryan,
Simon Dexter and Devon Willard had also been convicted
and were now waiting to be sentenced.

As for Richard Summers, Craig Jessop and Marcus
Fielding, their families were fighting for their very
existence against the formidable resources I'd thrown
against them.

Craig and Marcus were already in custody, along with
every one of their siblings, while Jessie and Richard
had done a runner to try and escape my wrath.

I must admit one of the happier times for me at the
time I was desperately searching for Noel and Brad was
when Daniel Maddox turned up on my doorstep
unannounced, frightened and begging me to leave his
family alone.

Of course I invited him in, got Monet to make him a
coffee, and sat there listening as he asked my
forgiveness for anything he might have done against me.
I was astounded. He went on to say everyone back home
were under the impression I was after anyone who'd done
me any permisteral harm.

I shook my head in wonder and letting him rattle on
pathetically, I inserted the DVD which showed what he'd
done to Brad in crystal clear high resolution color.

As I clicked the on button, I smiled as I heard his
voice taper off as he watched himself fucking Brad as
hard as he could, while slamming punches into Brad's
unprotected battered and redied face.

"You were his best friend, weren't you?" I asked as he
stared in horror at what he was doing. Then he started
stuttering, his eyes flickering back and forth between
my face and the large TV monitor screen, unable to say
a word.

"Well Daniel! What you see up there is exactly what's
going to happen to you, to your man and lady, and
to any brother or sister you might have, and then I'm
going to have you all castrated. You see, Brad's my
best friend, and what Noel did to him was illegal. And
just so you know, Brad happened to be 100% straight.
Noel told you a pack of lies and you and all your
friends ****d my friend in the most vicious way
possible, and then laughed it off as some sort of guy
thing. Well, I'm here to see that justice is done! You
can go now!" I said quietly, and the look on his face
one of pure terror.

I watched him stand up on quivering legs, his face
completely white. And then before I knew what he was
doing, he came back and knelt before me, his head
hanging down. I could see he was crying, and his chest
was heaving.

"Please don't do this, please Evan. I've got three
brothers younger than me! I'll do whatever you want,
but please leave my family alone, please Evan!" he
sobbed, the fear in his distraught face so palpable it
made me smile sadistically.

"Do you see that young slave up on the TV screen there
Daniel? Yes, that's the one! That's Brad youngest
brother Justin. And I can see you had a wonderful time
fucking the cuckolds brownie out of him. Oh well. Hopefully we'll
all learn from our mistakes, won't we Daniel?" I said,
all pious and glaring down at him as Daniel saw himself
sliding his cock in and out of young Justin's mouth.

"I didn't know. Honest! I thought he was a slave. I
wouldn't have done it otherwise. Please Evan I'll do
whatever you want if you leave my brothers and my
family alone! I'm begging you Evan!" he said staring up
at me.

And I believed him. Slowly I stood up and moved until I
was staring down at him.

"Okay Daniel. I'll leave your brothers and your family
alone, but on one condition. When you leave here and
get back home, I want you to go to the nearest Slave
Enpowerment office and voluntarily register yourself
for lifetime indentured service." I said as I glared
into his horrified face.

"On the day you do this, you will call me. When I
arrive, and I see that you're there, I will then
permisterally buy you and move you to a safe place. And
when I eventually find Brad, I'll leave it up to him to
decide your fate. He'll either let you go or sell you
to someone who I guarantee will not be very nice to
you. Now get out of here!" I shouted. I watched as he
scampered out the front door.

To my surprise, I got a call from the slave authorities
two days later, enquiring whether I was interested in
purchasing a new slave who used to go by the name of
Daniel Maddox. Instantly I bought him, and for the
first time since I'd smuggled Brad, Sean, Justin,
August and Monet out of the state, I went home for a
visit.

One thing for sure is I definitely didn't like being
inside a slave facility compound. This was my first
time and the whole place reeked of despair and
hopelessness. The slave enpowerment officers were
extremely vulgar, and the entire management of the
centre seemed to condone severe punishment of slaves as
an acceptable social necessity.

I saw the cells the slaves slept in, the horrible
grayish porridge-like muck that served as food and the
extreme exercise routines each slave was required to do
three times a day regardless of the fact they were all
micro-chipped.

Wherever I turned, there would always be a slave on his
knees sucking off a staff member, or in more isolated
areas of the compound, I could hear slaves being anally
penetrated by zealous officers who seem to take it on
themselves to treat the slaves as naturals.

Finally I was brought to a small cell which housed
Daniel. As soon as he saw me, he assumed the
traditional mandatory slave position, with his head
bowed low with his chin on his chest, his hands behind
his back and his legs wide apart as he thrust his groin
out to me for inspection. His penis was fully erect,
and he seemed to be trying not to cry in despair as he
stood there.

"So you did it. I'm actually rather proud of you
Daniel. As promised, I've purchased you so you are now
mine, and I've also halted all legal suits against your
family. Your brothers are all safe now, you don't have
to worry." I said softly, even kindly.

"Guards, I want him showered and made ready to leave
with me now!" I stated, and then made my way to the
visitor's waiting rooms.

Once he was delivered to me, I considered my next move,
which was really quite daunting when I thought about
it. We were now on our way to my parent's family
estate, and I steeled myself against what I expected
would be an explosive confrontation.

But I was in for a pleasant surprise. My man came
rushing out and hugged me close to him and stared down
into my face with pride beaming from his eyes. I was in
shock, but as I looked behind him, I could see my dear
lady smiling back at me, and she gave me one of those
cheeky winks she always did when she wanted to make me
laugh.

I couldn't believe it! Then I realised Daniel was
standing behind me in the slave position. This is why
I'd come here.

I hugged my parents once again and then excused myself,
promising to meet them in the family study in 15
minutes, and with Daniel following close behind me, I
made my way to my old bedroom.

It was strange to stand in my room and realised nothing
had been touched since I'd left. For some sentimental
reamister, my parents had banned all staff and slaves from
entering my room, maybe on the off-chance I might come
home one day.

And here I stood. Again I turned my attention to my new
slave and gesturing him forward, I indicated he should
stand directly in front of me. In his slave position, I
had to admit he was quite nice to look at.

"You've got a nice compact smooth hairless body Daniel!
I'm quite sure you'd be a sexual dynamo in the sack!" I
watched him shake uncontrollably as my words reached
him.

"Now why don't you turn around, bent over and pull your
arse cheeks apart. I want to take a look at your
vagina!" I said firmly, smiling to myself as I saw him
cringe at how I referred to his arsehole. Quickly
obeying me, I looked upon his red raw, very sore
looking anus before I told him to turn back around.

"How many times did they use you Daniel?" I asked him
quietly.

"Master, ever since I signed the papers and they led me
to be processed, Master!" he said sadly. As I looked
into his face I realised he was on the verge of crying.

"That's not what I ask you? How many times did they
fuck you Daniel?" I asked again. Quickly he answered
me, suddenly frightened by the tone in my voice.

"Master, about 30 times, Master!" he stated, keeping
his eyes lowered.

"And how many blow jobs have you given since you
registered yourself as a slave?" I asked slowly, my
voice level yet firm.

"Master, about 50, Master!" he replied.

"How long have you been there, I mean, what day did you
sign in and what time?" I asked him.

"Master, I've been there since 7am yesterday morning.
As soon as I signed the legal papers, I was immediately
taken to be micro-chipped and then straight through for
processing, Master!" he answered me in fear, wondering
why I was asking him all these questions.

To me, the questions were all relevant to Brad and his
brothers. As I tried to calculate the use Daniel had
suffered in this short period of time, I could only
imagine what it was like for the Cahill brothers.

Standing up I went over to an old bureau I used to
store old clothes and digging around inside, I threw a
pair of underwear, long baggy shorts and an oversized
t-shirt at Daniel.

"Here, put these on. I'll not have you present yourself
to my parents with your dick standing to attention.
Besides, they know you and your family very well, and I
know it would be far too embarrassing for them to see
you all horned up all the time." I said, as I picked up
the micro-chip manual I been given and flicked through
its pages.

"Ah, here we go. 'Main Command Over-ride, disengage
power unit 2770-423'! Well, that should do it. Daniel,
look at me now." I said as I looked up at Daniel's
confused face.

"Punishment Level 1, proceed!" I said. Daniel squawked
and whimpered, cringing away from me, but nothing
happened.

"Pleasure Level 3, proceed!" I stated firmly. Again
nothing happened, and as Daniel looked at me in utter
confusion, I realised he no longer had an erection as
he quickly slid the underwear and baggy pants up over
his hips.

"Daniel, you'll be staying in here from now on, or at
least until I find Brad. You will consider this room as
your room and look after it like you would in your own
home. You can use anything in here, watch the LCD TV,
play any movies you want, any online games, but keep it
clean at all times!" I said.

"Most importantly, you will continue to go to school
and study, and you can go out and be with your friends
whenever you want, assuming you have any left that is.
You will abide by my parents house rules and be back in
this house when they tell you to be home."

"If they agree, you may be allowed to spend some nights
and weekends with your own brothers and parents, but
only if both our parents agree. And under no
circumstances are you to tell anyone you are a slave,
do you understand me?" I finished.

Daniel just stood there looking at me dumbfounded. He
looked around the room and then back at me.

"Master, I... I don't..." he stammered.

"Daniel, you will never call me Master ever again! My
name is Evan. So start using it as you used to!" I
added.

And to my surprise Daniel did something that made tears
well up in my eyes. Quickly he dropped down on his
knees directly in front of me, and then laid the side
of his face on my lap.

"Oh Evan, I'm so sorry for what I've done to Brad. I
know I deserve to be punished for how much I hurt him.
Please, I'd do anything you want to make up for it!"
Daniel cried in heart rending sobs that echoed through
my old bedroom.

"It's not me you should be asking forgiveness from. And
don't worry, you'll definitely get your chance to
apologise to Brad after I've found him. For the moment
though, you'll do what I say and enjoy my parents
company. But if you piss them off, I promise I'll reset
your micro-chip and you'll rue the day you were ever
born, understand?" I said sternly, even though I was
gently patting his hair.

"Yes Evan, I'll do as you say!" he said with conviction
and as I helped him back up onto his feet, he suddenly
grabbed me and gave me a big hug.

Needless to say my parents were absolutely fine with
this arrangement. Eventually they would be caring for
another 12 young teenage guys who had the courage to
front up to me and do the same thing Daniel did.

What I didn't tell anyone, was I'd actually bought them
in Brad's name, so when I found him, he could decide
their fate himself. I don't know why I did this but it
seemed Brad might one day need to face up to some of
those who'd caused him great pain and hardship.

Of course, the day finally came round to when I'd
finally tracked Noel down, and I knew he wouldn't
escape me this time.

Getting Brad home became my highest priority, and it
took four days to eventually get him back to New
Holland Mercy Hospital. As I always did, I paid for the
finest specialists and physicians to take care of him,
with 24 hour nursing care and security. There was no
way I was going to lose him again.

And this time I made a decision that I knew angered
Brad's brothers and his parents to such an extent I
actually thought they might have packed up, moved away
and taken Brad with them. At the time, I didn't care,
because it seemed the right decision to make then.

The decision was I didn't inform them when I brought
Brad back with me, and I kept his whereabouts secret.

Brad's condition was extremely critical, and I didn't
want them seeing how he was at that moment. By the time
I'd gotten him to the hospital, I needed to know if he
was going to die, and only then would I have notified
them that I'd found him and they should hurry to see
him straight away.

But I was informed he was going to make it, so it was
important he first got over his delirium, where he was
begging me to go get Noel for him, or pleading with me
to take him to Noel.

In fact, all he talked about as he ranted and raved in
his delirious state was his need to be with Noel at all
times, that Noel had to be there to look after him. I
just didn't want Sam and Joan Cahill to see their
eldest mister in such a terrible state, and definitely
didn't want his brothers to see him in this state
either.

And so I stayed with him all the time, speaking softly
to him, reassuring him he was now safe. By the end of
the second week, he'd finally drifted into a deep relax
that terrified me, but I was advised by the large
medical team this was normal, that Brad's body and mind
was working overtime to heal themselves.

But I'll never forget the morning he woke up finally,
his face looking refreshed and youthfully handsome as
usual, and he stared up into my eyes. Slowly he'd
lifted his hand so he could touch my face, and as tears
spilled down my cheeks, he smiled a smile that nearly
knocked me off my feet.

"Thank you, Evan. Thank you so very much for saving me,
my handsome young prince!" he said ever so softly as he
gazed into my weeping eyes. And before I know it, I was
ever so gently, tenderly kissing him on his lips. As I
raised my head, I watched as he closed his blue eyes,
lowered his hand and fell peacefully back into a deep
relax that lasted about 24 hours.

Again I stayed where I was, at times sitting down and
nodding off as I held his warm hand, or just standing
there as I kept vigil over him. Finally as the sun rose
that morning and I listened with joy to his steady
breathing, I picked up my mobile and rang Sam Cahill
and Sean.

I admit I was exhausted by the time they turned up, and
all I wanted to do was go back to my bed and relax. But
I had one more thing to do before I finally took a much
needed rest.

Noel had been kept in solitary confinement ever since
he'd been released from the primister hospital. For some
reamister I just needed to see him, to try and understand
why he had done all this. I also knew he probably
couldn't answer me, because I don't believe he really
knew himself.

And so I turned up at the primister's visitors' rooms, and
watched as they brought him in.

He looked nothing like my brother at all. He was so
skinny, and he was having trouble walking as they
pushed him roughly forward. All of a sudden I began
worrying he'd fall over dead before his trial. His hair
had been shaved down to a number one, and his face was
gaunt and dark hollows ringed both his eyes.

When he saw me, he stopped for a second, and then
dropped his eyes to the floor, unable to look me in the
face as he stumred and lowered his thin frame into a
plastic seat opposite me. All he could do was cast
casual glances up at me, looking me over.

"Jeez, I can't believe it... It's so good to see you
Evan. How have you been? How are man and lady? I
don't usually get any visitors you know. I mean, who
wants to meet the..." His voice trailed off as he
seemed to go deep into his own shattered mind. I could
see he was suffering immensely, that somehow what he'd
done just might finally be catching up with him.

"You're looking really good little bro. It really is so
good seeing you..." He looked up at me, his eyes full
of fear and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

And that's when I asked him.

"Why? Why did you do all this to Brad, Noel?" I asked
him, tears rolling down my cheeks as I stared across at
him.

I watched his lower lip trembling as he finally looked
up at me, and as I watched the tears spill from his
eyes he answered me, and I knew then he was telling me
the truth.

"Because I love him... Because he makes me feel like
I'm a real man!"

All I can do is stare back at Noel. It was
unbelievable! How would he know what love was, but I
could see in his eyes he really believed he loved Brad.

It is too much for me. I tell him he's warped, he's
concept of love is evil. But he looks at me, as if
pleading with me, and I know now he's hurting in a way
I don't think I'll ever understand.

"Do you hate me Evan? Will you ever be able to forgive
me?" The question shocks me, and I can see he is really
scared asking it. His eyes are looking at me, so sad
and deep.

And that's when I hurt him even more. I reject him then
and there, as I will never understand how he hurt the
one permister who went out of his way to treat me like a
friend.

But what I didn't expect was the sudden mournful howl
of pure sadness and despair that rushes from his lungs
as he drops his head and sobs there openly in front of
me. I am stunned and I suddenly want desperately to go
over and hug him and tell him everything will be
alright.

But I don't. I just sit there for a second as I watch
my big brother sob and then he starts apologising to
me. And again I know he is sincere.

I find myself standing at the exit door ready to leave
all too soon, unable to take any more. But I do the one
thing I hope will mean something to Noel, I tell him
Brad is fine and he will recover in time.

That's when I take my leave, but I don't go home, I go
straight back to the hospital to see Brad. My mind is
spinning and I know if I look upon his face, everything
will be okay.

Within a week, Brad was released from the hospital and
placed in my care. His parents were still pretty miffed
off with me and to a smaller degree so were his
brothers, but eventually Brad resolved the issue by
choosing to come home with me.

I was so ecstatic, unable to believe he was up and
around, and he was with me. My heart was overflowing
with a love I'd never experienced before, and all I
could do was get in the way of Brad no matter where he
went. I couldn't help myself. I needed to be there for
him, to make sure I was on hand no matter what.

Finally he took my hands in his and lifting them to his
lips and kissed them. I nearly fainted! We were the
living room of the executive apartment in the Le Grand
Hotel, and when he led me to my bedroom, I stumred
after him as if I were floating on air.

What can I say? It was absolutely beautiful the way he
made love to me, and how he opened himself up to me. I
was very conscious of needing to be very gentle and
tender when he opened his legs and allowed me to slide
my erect cock up into his tight anus, and he was very
careful and slow when he pushed his huge penis up my
tight opening.

That night I shared myself with him and instantly
declared my unconditional love for him. As he rode me
for the third time, staring me in the eyes as I wrapped
my legs around his waist and tightened them to keep him
locked to me, I told him I would love him for as long
as he would have me.

And as he reared up and ejaculated deep inside me, he
said the words that would live with me until my dying
days.

"Evan, I love you with all my heart, my wonderful brave
hero!" he gasped as he stared into my eyes and I felt
the last trickles of his sperm spurt deep up into me.

For the next few days all we did was stay in bed, and
then finally it was time to prepare ourselves for when
we attended Noel's trial.

I hadn't told Brad about my visit to see my brother. In
fact, I'd been trying very hard to forget about it all
together. And as it was, all I'd eventually ended up
telling him was Noel was being looked after and he was
in very good hands.

But the main issue for us now was for Brad to be ready
to testify on behalf of the federal prosecution. I
still wanted Noel either locked away or enslaved, and I
didn't care which. For me it was important that Brad
was able to finally put this horrible nightmare behind
him so he could get on and start really living his life
to the fullest.

It was strange to see how hesitant Brad became as the
big day drew closer. My lawyers were trying to get him
to be more relaxed, guaranteeing him that Noel would
never see freedom again, and if we were lucky, he'd
probably be sold to some unknown country and that would
be the end to it.

Brad didn't seem happy with those conversations and
would immediately get up and slam the door behind him
as he left us staring in his wake in complete and utter
confusion. That's when one of my lawyers said Brad
could be suffering a severe case of 'Stockholm
Syndrome', where a ******* victim starts to identify and
sympathise with his captor.

Again, it's funny when I think back to that time,
because I'd considered that as a serious issue we might
need to address prior to Noel's trial, but after I'd
gone and seen him, I knew deep down it wasn't that, or
more truthfully, it was just a small part of Brad's
problem.

That night, the evening before the trial, I waited for
Brad to come back from the gym where he spent a lot of
time when he needed to be alone. I now knew I needed to
know the true of how he really felt about Noel, as I'd
been putting it off for ages.

I watched him as he came through the front door and
then stripped off on his way to the shower. In a way, I
thanked him silently for making a mess, because Monet
loved cleaning up after us.

As soon as he'd showered and dried himself, he came
over to me and cuddled me close to his body. And that's
when I asked him.

"Brad? I need to ask you a question. Do you love Noel?"
as soon as I said it, I'd instantly wished I'd bitten
my tongue off and fetishd on it instead. I mean, what
did I expect him to answer?

"Of course I do, Evan. I thought you knew that." He
said so matter-of-fact.

"I don't understand. How can you love someone who did
all those terrible things to you and your family? I
just don't get it?" I said, and he could see I was
jealous, that I was upset.

"I don't understand it all myself Evan. And I know what
he did was terribly wrong. But I saw a part of him
where he showed his real 'self' to me, where even
though he was all mixed up, he really did love me in
his own way." Brad said to me gently.

"And in my own way, well, I love him. Oh, he tried to
look after me, and believe me when I tell you it nearly
got him *******ed a few times. Did you know he got stabbed
three times and shot twice trying to save me? And on
three occasions he nearly called you to come down and
get me, because he knew he was failing me. It broke his
heart when you finally came knocking on the door, but I
know he was so proud of you for having tracked him
down." He continued.

"You were the only permister he was prepared to lose to,
what with that huge stubborn ego of his. And you did
win Evan. You beat him and you won me." Brad said
kindly and suddenly I was in tears, burying my face
into his big smooth chest.

The next day we were all nervous. Brad because he was
expected to testify against Noel, and me because
suddenly I didn't seem to see my brother as the huge
monstrous ogre I thought he was. Also, I was starting
to think maybe I'd been terrible wrong in not being
there to support him, regardless of what he'd done. I
mean, he was still my brother and he was all alone now.

But when I saw him in court, I nearly screamed blue
***.

I was livid, angrier than I'd been in a long time. Noel
was in an even worse condition than the last time I'd
seen him. He was coughing up red and appeared to be
disorientated most times. And even though they'd
showered and shaved him, I could see he was terribly
ill.

I could see his mind was still functioning though,
because as the court proceedings commenced, he answered
the relevant questions regarding his guilt and his
understanding of the case against him. But he refused
to look back at us or even acknowledge our even being
there. But I watched him carefully when Brad got up in
the witness box and how Noel tentatively glanced up a
few times to look at him, before he buried his head in
his arms and sobbed silently to himself.

I was stunned. I sat there watching Noel, completely
broken and shattered and I realised I'd abandoned my
own brother. I know what he did was heinous, but I was
his own flesh and red and I'd shown him no compassion
whatsoever.

He'd been caught and would suffer the full weight of
the law thrown against him, and all I could do was hate
him even more.

That afternoon I walked out of that courthouse and went
for a walk by myself to try and collect my thoughts.

Brad was tired and restless. He tried to spend more
time down at his favourite gym, but his mind wasn't
with it. Finally he came back and confronted me.

"You told me he was okay, Evan! Well, he doesn't look
okay to me one bit. What's going on? You know his dying
don't you Evan? Is that what you really want?" he said
to me, his voice rising with anger.

"Of course I don't! I never planned for any of this.
It's not my fault. I mean, I didn't know he was that
sick! Oh God, I didn't know?" I answered softly, my
heart breaking as I watched Brad standing there so
hurt.

"Well you better think of something Evan, because
they're going to crucify him tomorrow, and then it'll
be all over except the funeral!" Brad said as he went
into our bedroom and closed the door behind him.

I stood there stunned. More importantly, I was thinking
how stupid I was that I hadn't considered this outcome
earlier. But then I knew what I had to do. For the
first time I think I smiled and went straight over to
make a phone call to one of my lawyers.

The next day in court was pretty much what we'd all
expected. Noel was convicted for the unlawful and
illegal practice of enslaving innocent permisters, and for
bribing state officials in public positions to assist
in enslaving innocent permisters.

He was to be taken straight back to his cell to await
his immediate sentencing before the judge, who would
now hear applications from slave merchants and traders
who might be interested in purchasing Noel.

As was most common, the meeting was held in the Judge's
chambers. As I entered, staying close to the door, I
noticed my lawyers were also present, as well as three
other permisters who appeared to be representatives of
anonymous buyers.

Immediately my lawyer put forward a huge bid, which the
Judge's adjudicator logged accordingly. From there a
flurry of bids were put forward. Immediately two of the
bidders dropped out as the amount rose beyond their
authorised amount. This left my lawyers and one single
anonymous bidder left to battle it out.

What was more amazing was the bidding climbed to a
figure unheard of in the history of slave auctions, and
now I was starting to get really pissed off with
whoever was bidding against me.

But the moment it topped $5 million, my lawyer raised
it to $5.250 million, the other bidder dropped off, and
the Judge immediately awarded Noel to my
representatives.

Was there ever a time that I thought I might have
lucked out? Never! Because I would have spent my entire
fortune to secure ownership of Noel, just to keep him
out of the hands of any other slave trader.

But I must admit to being absolutely exhausted. Quickly
I exited and hurried back to Brad who appeared
distraught and was on his mobile frantically phoning
around. When he saw me, I could see tears pouring down
his cheeks, and I found myself frightened for him, not
knowing what the problem could be.

"I lost him, Evan! Someone came in with more than me
and I lost him!" he said in the saddest tone I'd ever
heard in his voice.

And then it all fell into place. He was the mystery
bidder. Oh for fuck sake!

Suddenly I broke out laughing, unable to contain
myself, and as he looked at me as if I'd gone insane, I
took his hand and motioned for him to follow me.

Once again I stood there in the primister visitor's room,
but this time I had Brad with me. He was still confused
as to what we were doing here, asking me repeatedly if
I'd organised for him to see Noel for the last time
before he was trucked off to his new owner.

But whatever excitement I felt, or however smug I might
have been, it all vanished as Noel was escorted on
unsteady stumbling legs into the room.

There stood Noel before us, my big brother, completely
naked, trying to assume the traditional mandatory slave
position as he wobred there, his head bowed low with
his chin resting his chest, his hands behind his back
and his legs wide apart, and his groin thrust as far
forward as he move his hips.

But what shattered my composure was how thin he was.
His ribs showed through his chest, his arms and legs
were really just flesh hanging on bone, the sharp
outlines of his pelvic bones showed through the skin of
his hips.

The only thing that seemed to have any physical
strength and health about it was his uncircumcised
penis, which jutted out from his now hairless crotch in
the most obscene way.

Before I could react, Brad had rushed forward and
pushed the two laughing smirking primister officers away
from Noel and carefully wrapped his arms around Noel's
emaciated naked body, helping him to stay upright. I
had rushed forward too, taking off my long leather coat
and given it to Brad to wrap around Noel.

And Noel, as if in a daze, was looking at Brad as if he
were a figment of his imagination.

"Is that really you Brad? Am I dreaming? Have you come
to see me one last time? Thank you Brad, I really
appreciate it, you know?" Noel said, his chest
shuddering with pain as he tried to breathe, his
eyelids flickering as he tried to keep them open.

"And Evan, you're here too? Can you ever forgive me? I
really am so sorry bro! I'm so sorry I turned out to be
such a big disappointment to you!" he stammered, his
breathing laboured as he looked at each of our faces,
trying to smile.

"They tell me I'm to be taken from here to be castrated
and have my tongue removed. Apparently they don't use
anesthetic. Well, if this isn't just another
hallucination I'm having, I'm glad it's you two who
will hear my last words." Noel said, coughing violently
as he tried to laugh and make light of his predicament.

And then he looked up into Brad's face, he eyes
softened and he began to cry, a soft mewling sound that
wrenched our hearts as Brad held him tightly.

"Oh Brad, how much I love you! And I never saw it
coming. I hope one day you can forgive me for the way I
treated you!" Noel half whispered as he lost
consciousness and went limp in Brad's arms.

Immediately I felt for a pulse in his wrist and
detecting it, I looked up into Brad's horrified tear-
filled eyes.

"Listen to me Brad! His alive, but just barely, so we
have to get him to a hospital straight away. Also, the
permister you bid against today was me. As such we own him
now, so hurry the fuck up and carry him to our car. I
don't know how bad he is, so let's get a move on!" I
said as quickly as I could, pulling on his arm to
follow me.

Brad didn't care. He'd heard the part I'd said about
him still being alive, about us owning him and to hurry
up. The next thing he was tearing ahead of me, but he
didn't stop at our limo, he raced off in the direction
of the hospital two blocks away carrying Noel in his
big cradling arms with me racing after them, trying to
keep up.

And then I watched in astonishment as Brad lifted his
head and smiled at me.

"Welcome home stranger. Evan and I are your new
roomies, so we'll be caring for you from now on. And if
you ever pull another stupid stunt like you did in the
hospital, we'll have to take your pocket-money away
from you for at least two weeks." He said softly, a
wide grin on his handsome face.

"Why are you doing this for me? You should hate me? All
of you should? I don't understand?" I whimpered, still
unable to move and stammering out of the side of my
mouth. Again I was weeping, and I could hardly see him
as he drew his body closer to mine.

"Noel, you were a cunt, a horrible permister who nearly
destroyed everything I love. But you also saved my life
down there in the south on a number of occasions." Brad
said calmly.

"Also, I really do love you. Not because of the
terrible things you did to me, or to my family, but
because I saw that side of you no-one else has ever
seen before. You nearly died for me, twice, and I know
you even *******ed for me as well. And then you went
without food for so long to make sure I was fed and got
some medication." He continued.

"To me, you will always be a part of my life now and
forever. Also, you're my slave too, and I need to make
sure you're well looked after. You might not know this,
but you cost Evan a small fortune, and then he gave you
to me straight away!" he chuckled in a tender kind of
way.

"But you're not well anymore, Noel, so I want to be
here to look after you until you get all better. Evan
and I are going to take shifts, so we can keep an eye
on you, 24 hours a day." he added, smiling down at my
exasperated confused expression.

"It doesn't matter why Noel! Just enjoy the pampering
and we'll all try to get you better again, okay?" he
finished, and as I watched him, he dragged his body up
even closer to mine and lay down with his head resting
lightly on my chest.

What could I say? I was shocked, stunned! Here he was,
being so kind and tender. I could hardly breathe
because it still made no sense. I remember finally
breathing in and smelling his blond hair, how clean it
was and seeing how it shone in the soft light of the
room I lay in.

"I'm so very sorry, Brad. Can you ever, ever forgive
me?" I said in a half whisper, and I readied myself for
his negative response.

"Noel, I forgave you ages ago. I forgave you when you
showed how much you really did love me. So no more
being sad at yourself anymore, please?" Brad said as he
lifted his head up and looked deeply into my eyes.

I fell arelax and woke up to the smell of real food
wafting through my room. Instantly my mouth began to
water as I felt my stomach rumble. As I looked over
towards the door, I watched as Brad and Evan walked in,
carrying three large dinner plates.

"We're eating in here from now on. Time we started
acting like a family once more." Evan said happily as
he sat down on the bed next to me and started to cut up
my food.

Again, all I could do was watch them in a daze as they
laughed and joked, ate and fed me, acting as if this
was a normal thing to be done every day.

Needless to say this became a daily routine for
breakfast, lunch and dinner, and as I got better and a
small amount of feeling came back into the left side of
my body, we began to make arrangements for when I could
finally get out of my bed.

In a way, I never was able to understand how Brad could
so easily forgive me, but that's maybe because he's
genuinely a lovely sincere guy, who is more a man than
I ever was, or ever will be.

The truth of my situation is I will never walk properly
again without crutches, and I only have partial muscle
control over a third of my body. When they told me
this, I took it for what it meant to me, and that was
this was all part of my punishment for all the terrible
things I'd done.

And then Brad and Evan came in one day and told me
about their relationship.

At first I just stared at them and then I was crying,
and before I knew what was happening to me, I found I
was howling inconsolably in despair. I know I had no
right to feel so distraught whatsoever, but I just
couldn't believe that I'd finally lost Brad, and to my
little brother.

I know that's what I'd originally planned all along,
but that was before I fell in love with Brad.

Also, now I would have to live under their roof and
know they were fucking each other every night. I just
couldn't believe I would have to lie here and there was
nothing I could do.

But what hurt even more was I knew I would only ever be
able to look at Brad from now on and never be able to
touch him ever again.

They were frantically trying to calm me down, as I'd
somehow managed to knock over my drip stand and torn
some of the butterfly needles from my arm. Blood was
spraying everywhere.

Evan was weeping and Brad was nearly hysterical as they
both held me close to them tightly, not allowing me to
move at all.

Somehow, I must have cried myself into an exhausted
relax. I awoke and knew it must have been late that
evening, and I found myself once more looking up into
Brad's concerned face.

Straight away I started crying again as I remembered
that he and Evan were now a couple, but in that
instance, I also knew once again I had no right to
demand anything from them at all. I knew they owed me
nothing, but I owed them everything.

As I sniffled back the tears, I tried to smile up at
Brad and tell him I was alright, that I was just
shocked, being stupid and youngish, that's all. I
wanted him to know I was actually really happy for them
both, and I wished them all the happiness in the world
for their future.

Brad just smiled down at me, and then he did something
that shook my very world.

He stood up and started taking his clothes off very
slowly in front of me. I watched him in stunned silence
as he dropped his trousers and then his underwear,
unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off.

Naked, he stood there before me in the traditional
mandatory slave position, his legs wide apart as he
stood there before me, his hands behind his back and
his groin thrust out as far as he could. His thick long
penis was rock-hard and quivering, and his smooth
hairless balls dangling low between his thick muscular
inner thighs.

There before me stood my beautiful naked Adonis just as
I remembered him from months before. When I looked into
his face he was smiling, and then he quickly moved
forward and crawled under the sheets to cuddle up next
to me.

"Oh Noel, you don't ever have to be jealous of Evan and
me. I told you I love you, and I wasn't just mouthing
off. I've never forgotten what you did to save me from
those terrible men down south, and I'll always be here
for you. I still find it hard to believe you got
stabbed three times and also took two bullets and were
still able to get me safely away each time." He said
softly as he planted soft tender kisses all over my
face.

"And don't worry about Evan either. He knows what the
score is, and that you are a vital part of my life. In
fact Noel, you're a very important part of his life
too. Believe it or not, he's very proud of you. When I
told him what you did to protect me, to save me, he
demanded we look after you from now on." Brad added as
he gently rubbed himself up against my limp unmoving
body.

"I was going to wait until you were a lot better before
jumping in the sack with you, but maybe now's as good a
time as any." he added mischievously.

I couldn't look away from his handsome face as he
gently touched me all over. Although my body was
damaged internally and I couldn't move a muscle, I
still found my dick was able to respond to his
caresses.

And that's when I asked him.

"Brad, I'm dying aren't I? That's why you're being so
kind to me?" I asked, knowing the truth before he
answered.

At first Brad just stared down at me as if I'd hit him
with a crowbar across the back of his head, but then he
smiled sadly, and tears came to his eyes.

"Yes Noel, you are. The doctors give you a few months
more. But it isn't why I'm being kind to you Noel. I
want to be here with you right now because I do love
you. I need to know my man is being looked after and
being cared for, so that's why I'm here, Noel." Brad
said so sincerely that my eyes began to fill with tears
once again.

And as he smiled down at me, Brad moved ever so
carefully, exploring my naked hairless body, making
sure not to squash me or hurt me in any way. And as he
took my throbbing cock all the way into his mouth,
sucking me off as gently as he could, I thanked him and
told him once again just how much I truly loved him.

Noel
___________________________________


As I'd carefully resealed the letter back in its
envelope, I remember the strange feeling that remisterated
through my body as I looked down on him.

I already knew what he had written was all true. And
indeed, he had freed that part of me that loved to be
dominated and used so severely.

I remember how in my own injured state as I tried to
look after him, I then listened to Noel admit in his
fevered stupor how he'd always yearned after me from
the first day he'd seen me at school.

What he'd written in the letter he now freely admitted
to me, that all his bravado to appear the vicious
depraved enslaver of innocent permisters had been a mask,
a terrible cruel façade he knew would release the
terrible secret buried deep down within me.

I could have escaped then, used his mobile to ring the
authorities or Evan. But I chose not to. I chose
instead to love him more and further enslave myself to
him. I chose to look after him until he got better.

And he did get better, before we were once more
confronted by the terrible realities of him being shot
twice as he tried to save my life again.

Yes, I knew he cared and loved me in a way no-one could
ever fully understand.

Now he lies on his back in our new luxurious home we
share with Evan, and I knew he was deathly ill. I know
Noel will not survive this one, as the doctors had
already said his body is slowly deteriorating, that his
lungs are too damaged, his kidneys have failed, and his
liver was now not functioning at all.

So all I can do is make what time he has left with me
as enjoyable and memorable as I can, and believe me, I
will do anything to make him happy.

Tears are streaming down my face as I again undress and
slide in next to him. My movements wake him and he
looks up at me with a smile of pure joy.

"Brad, what time is it? Where's Evan?" he asks
contently, curiously, yawning as he stares into my
eyes. Suddenly he is concerned for me as he sees I am
crying.

"What's wrong? Damned my useless body!" he says
angrily, unable to sit up or even move as he tries to
comfort me.

"It's alright Noel! They're tears of joy and I'm just
happy you're here with me." I say, trying to calm him.
Again his eyes soften, and he moans softly as I wrap my
body around his and start licking his smooth hairless
chest and stomach.

"Oh baby, I just wish I could hold you tightly. It
would be so nice to hug you back. Maybe soon when I'm
all better, hey?" he says, a wide smile stretched
across his trusting face.

All I can do is smile lovingly back at him as I squat
over his hips, lower my anus down onto his rigid
manhood and sit down gently so his erect penis slides
up all the way into my bowels as I lean forward and
start kissing him on his lips.

9. Evan Morgan – A New Beginning

(From the Private Diary of Evan Morgan)

***

Noel died on the 16th July, 18 months after we'd
brought him home. He went peacefully, and the doctors
tell us he felt no pain whatsoever.

Brad was inconsolable. He had been there with my
brother as he'd breathed his last breath.

I received the call telling me to come straight home.
With a lump in my throat, my heart breaking and tears
cascading down my face, I literally ran all the way
back to our apartments.

As I entered the bedroom, I watched as Brad wept and
howled, hugging Noel's limp body tightly to his chest.
And when he finally realised I was there, he gently
placed Noel down and rushed over to me, sobbing
uncontrollably as he hugged me close to him. Then he
led me over to where Noel lay.

At first I didn't want to look, but as I wiped the
tears from my eyes, I looked down on his face, and I
was utterly surprised at how at peace Noel looked. He
looked so incredibly young and handsome.

"I got Monet to contact my brothers and parents and
they're on their way. I hope you don't mind, but I got
him to also ring your parents as well. They should be
here any moment" Brad wept. All I could do was hug Brad
back again as tightly as I could, letting him know I
was here for him too, as I knew he was here for me.

But deep down in my heart, I felt as if a huge part of
me had been rent from my soul and cast adrift. I found
myself forlornly looking down at Noel and asking him
over and over again to forgive me.

If only I had tried harder at finding them, just maybe
I could have prevented Noel's eventual death. If I had
been more honourable and made sure he was being cared
for at that federal primister during his trial, maybe he
would still be with us healthy and alive.

I watched as Brad went and sat next to Noel's body, and
I felt the tears pouring down my cheeks once again as
he tenderly gathered Noel up in his arms and held him
against his chest.

It was Monet who took control of the situation as he
always did when things needed to be done. He came up to
me and put his arms around me and walked me out of the
room, whispering to me that we needed to talk now.

"Your parents have arrived. I think you should go out
and greet them while I look after Master Brad and
Master Noel. Then you can take them in to see your
brother." Monet said kindly, moving me towards the
lounge room where my parents waited.

We hugged and wept, and as I watched them both steady
themselves, preparing to go into the bedroom where Noel
was, Monet came out to let me know all was ready.

Finally they went in, wanting to see Noel by
themselves, and as I waited for them, Monet once again
came up to me.

"Master Evan, I am so sorry for your loss. But it is
time for you to consider what you want to do now.
Firstly, before I go on, I need to give this to you.
Master Noel made me keep it, making me promise I was
only to give this to you if anything were ever to
happen to him." Monet said as he handed over a letter
addressed to me.

I looked at it in a daze. With trembling hands I opened
it and read it.

Hi Evan,

If you're reading this, then it means I bit the big
one... And if that's the case, I hope all is still well
with you, and Brad and his family are safe and sound in
your care.

Of course, if Brad is with you now, which should be the
case, please look after and love him as much as you
can. If my guess is right he'll need you more than ever
now, because it means I have failed him and I am no
longer there to look after him.

Evan, I want you to know I love you and I'm so very
proud of you. I've always been very proud of you, even
though I never showed you or told you that before.

One last thing before I sign off. I hope that you can
one day forgive me for what I am about to do. I have
just this moment put into motion something so terrible
that you may never be able to forgive me, but it is
something I need to do. Not just for me, but for Brad
too.

I'm sorry to be so vague about details but it is
important you do understand that I actually do care and
love Brad deeply. All I can say to justify my actions
is if I can have him for just a short period time, then
it will all have been worthwhile.

Take care little bro...

Noel
___________________________________


I read it, reread it, and then looked up at Monet.

"When did he give this to you?" I asked.

"It was well over a year and a half ago Master Evan. A
month before he brought Sean and Justin home as your
new pleasure slaves." Monet said gently.

I was staggered. Suddenly it all made sense. It was
never about the destruction of Brad and his family, or
trying to steal my own family's wealth and fortune. It
had always been about Brad and Noel, and to a lesser
extent, me.

"Didn't you know Master Evan? I'm sorry to say, but it
was quite obvious to the rest of the house slaves what
Master Noel was doing. He truly did love Master Brad in
a way that could only have resulted in Master Brad
being enslaved. That way they could be together." Monet
said softly, his eyes sad as he realised I'd not known.

So now I understood. Noel had manipulated everyone into
thinking he was a cruel sadistic natural, someone who
had schemed and plotted to destroy Brad and his entire
family, all because of a supposed permisteral high school
feud.

He had let all his straight friends beat and **** Brad,
maintaining his heterosexual status and once he'd
broken Brad, made him love Noel back, then he'd made
sure Brad was then handed over to me. Noel knew I would
look after Brad and I would set him free, but I can see
how my brother hadn't realised how much in love with
Brad he was.

I was amazed at the complexity of it, but I was
overwhelmed by sadness that Noel knew it would
ultimately destroy him when he chose to go down this
route.

But what made me weep with a broken heart was Noel had
been gay all along, and that he'd seen his terrible
actions as being the only way he could be with Brad.

In a sense, I knew this was true as well. Our society
wouldn't have allowed him to openly confess his love
for Brad, and he would have been enslaved straight
away.

The funeral took place a week later. A small affair,
where those close to Noel came and paid their final
respects. August was there and so were Sean and Justin.
My lady and man were there of course, along with
Monet and myself, with Brad giving the eulogy.

A surprise was the number of high school friends who
knew Noel and had played on the high school football
team with him over the years. When they walked passed
the open coffin in the little chapel, they kept their
eyes low as they also passed by Brad.

I could see they were ashamed of what they'd done to
Brad, as well as deeply saddened by Noel's death.

Anyhow, over the next few weeks, Brad and I comforted
each other, trying to come to terms with the loss of
Noel from our lives.

For Brad, it was as if a true soul-mate had passed
away, leaving him bereft of a major part of his life.
For me, it was coming to terms with the fact that I
loved my brother with all my heart and the guilt I felt
for not having loved him more.

As for Brad's brothers and parents, I think they came
to understand there was much more to what had happened
between Brad and Noel, and they quickly learnt to
forgive my brother.

Also, my parents came to terms with the sad reality
that they had just lost their eldest boy, and for many
months, my lady was nearly inconsolable.

But with Noel's passing, life seemed to strangely
readjust itself around us, enabling us all to move
forward. Monet stayed with us and looked after us,
while August moved in permanently with us as well.

Both Sean and Justin decided they too wanted to live
with us and so we all reached a decision we needed to
get a bigger place.

We settled for a massive 4 storey 25 room house that
overlooked the main river that ran through the centre
of Morrisett City.

Now Brad attends college and will graduate with full
honours. I am still studying, along with Sean and
Justin, and we're all enjoying the peace and
tranquility as we spend our time with Brad.

One thing remained to be decided, and that was
something only Brad could do himself.

Down at my parent's estate remained the question of
what to do with the 14 young teenage guys who had
voluntarily signed up for lifetime indentured
servitude. Fourteen young male slaves Brad now owned
and needed to decide what to do with.

He asked me to go with him, and of course I agreed. He
hadn't told me what he was going to do, but it didn't
really matter as I would have supported him regardless.

Of course man and lady were waiting outside for us
when we arrived, and to our surprise, so were every one
of Brad's slaves. Not that you could tell they were
slaves. They all wore nice clothing and stood nervously
around as we stepped out of the family limousine that
had picked us up from the airport.

More to our surprise was how they sheepishly moved
forward to surround Brad, and to my surprise, they each
stepped forward with tears in their eyes, knelt down
before him and asked Brad to forgive them.

Daniel Maddox was the last to come up to Brad, and
falling to his knees, he wept uncontrollably as he
begged for Brad to forgive him.

Brad was the most surprised, but he immediately moved
forward and hugged them each, telling them they were
now all free. With Daniel, he lifted him up and hugged
him for ages and then kissed him on the forehead.

If there were ever a time I felt a deep love for Brad,
it was then. He didn't judge them or hate them, he
didn't choose to do anything other than let them know
he had forgiven them and they could now all go home as
free citizens to live with their families.

When we returned home, Daniel came with us. It wasn't a
decision Brad and I took lightly, but we knew we had
to. Daniel looked and sounded very fragile, and we were
so concerned he would do something to harm himself
because of his intense feelings of guilt that we knew
we needed to keep a close eye on him.

Of course Daniel jumped at the offer, and Brad knew
that given time, Daniel would be okay and would one day
be able to get on with his own life.

It's a funny thing to look back on everything that had
happened and to realise that nothing really was as it
appeared.

Brad recently had a huge portrait of Noel painted, and
he now spends many hours in front of the mantelpiece
where it hangs, quietly contemplating about life and
speaking to Noel's image whenever he feels the need or
gets down in the dumps.

And myself, I now love my older brother
unconditionally, regardless of what he may have done in
the past, and I still to this day hope he has forgiven
me for having turned my back on him in his darkest
hours.


The End

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Richard



A man discovers the joy of submitting to another man.
His wife eventually submits to his new master as well.

***

Last year my life changed completely. I am a 32 year old
white male who works as a police officer in a large east
coast department. I am in good shape and good sized so
people treat me with a fair amount of respect,
particularly when I am in uniform. It was a Saturday
night and I was working an evening shift.

I received a call for a theft from a vehicle in an upper
middle class neighborhood. The area I work has high crime
areas which surround pockets of nice expensive houses. I
was not too excited too respond for the report but its
part of the job.

I arrived at a nice house at the end of a cul-de-sac and
was admiring the house as I walked to the door. It had a
two car garage and looked like it was large enough for
four or five bedrooms. I backed up to a wooded area and
was shielded from view of the neighboring houses. The
seclusion is nice for privacy. Unfortunately it is also
appealing to burglars and car thieves. I saw some broken
in the driveway.

I rang the door bell and a 45 year old white male
answered. He was slightly shorter than I was and had a
trimmed beard. I introduced myself and asked him what the
problem was. He told me to come inside. I followed him
into a study.

The study was dark and had wood panel wall, a nice large
wood desk, comfortable chairs and pictures on the walls.
Impatient to get the report information and get back on
the road I sat in the chair with out really looking at
the pictures. He told me his name was Richard, that he
had left his bag in his vehicle which had been parked in
the driveway where I had seen the glass and I began to
collect the information required for the report.

One of the blocks on the report asks for occupation and
work address. I asked him who he worked for and he told
me that he was self employed. I got quite a shock when I
asked him his occupation. He told me that he was a
master. I didn't know quite what he meant and asked him
for clarification. Instead of answering he just looked me
in the eyes and told me to look at the pictures.

The first picture I looked at was of a man and a gorgeous
woman tied naked side by side. They were on their backs
with their legs spread and pulled up by straps. The next
picture was of the man I was talking to standing between
the same woman's legs fucking her and jacking off the
man.

I was dumfounded and extremely turned on. Images were
racing through my head. I have always been turned on by
dominance and presentation and have long fantasized about
finding a dominant woman. I am married but unfortunately
my wife does not share my interests. She will humor me
and tease me with my fantasy of her relaxing with another
man but that is as far as she goes.

While I was staring at the pictures he explained that he
was a professional dominant. He said the couple in the
picture were married and had come to him to be dominated
by him. He also told me that the married couple in the
picture had not been paying him when the picture was
taken and were seeing him on a non-professional basis (he
was talking to a uniformed police officer after all and
prostitution is illegal).

Several seconds after his explanation I still had not
said anything. He asked me what I thought about his
profession in kind of a challenging way. I, without
looking at him (I was looking at the second picture) told
him that I thought it was interesting. I don't usually
get excited at work and have never been sexually excited
around another man but at that moment I was as turned on
as I had ever been.

He was looking at me and I think he could tell I was
turned on. He asked me what part of I found interesting
the dominance or the presentation. I hesitated, afraid to
answer, and then said quietly "presentation" without
meeting his gaze. He then asked me if I would like to see
his dungeon. I said yes and looked at him. He was
smiling.

I followed him to the basement and walked into a room
that looked like it had come from a magazine. Every type
of bondage furniture and equipment imaginable was there.
More pictures of men, women and couples in bondage and
presentation to this man covered the wall. He stopped after
walking into the room and turned to face me. He stood
very close to me (much closer than I let people do when I
am working) and asked me if I had ever seen a dominant.

I could not look at him as I told him that I had seen
some professional dominant woman before and then added,
"But never a man." He stepped even closer and placed his
hand on my crotch. He could feel my erection. Then he
said, "Do you want to submit to me?" and squeezed my
crotch.

I still could not look at him as I said, "Yes."

He stood there for several seconds holding my hard cock
and balls through my uniform pants. He then released my
cock and balls and told me to kneel in front of him. I
did and he told me that if I wanted him to be my master
I would have to agree to his conditions. At that point I
was so excited I would have agreed to anything.

He told me that should he decide to take me I would be
his and that any relationships I had prior to him would
be secondary. His interests would be the only that
mattered. He asked if I was married and I told him I was.
He then asked me if I would put his interests in front of
hers. I said that I would.

After that he told me to put my head in his crotch and
press my cheek against his cock and balls. I did it
praying that he would let me take them from his pants. He
didn't. He then told me to remove my head and asked me
when I got off work. I told him when I was supposed to
get off but that I would get off whenever he wanted. He
told me to come back to his house after I got off. He
also told me to forget the theft report. He then sent me
on my way.

I was in sexual shock. I had 3 hours before I got off. I
didn't even consider not going back. Lucky for me my wife
was out of town for the weekend. I went to the station
told my sergeant that I had to go, turned in the cruiser,
took of my uniform and went home. I immediately stripped
and began to masturbate. I played with my self without
cumming until it was time to drive to his house.

I put on a pair of my wife's panties under my jeans and
drove back to his house. I rang the bell and he answered
the door. He looked me in the eye and said that there was
no going back after this. He then told me to get on my
knees on the doorstep and ask to be his slave. I did.

He then produced a plastic bag and told me to strip and
put everything I had in the bag. I complied and was soon
kneeling naked on his stoop. He then told me to follow
him on my knees into the house and he led me to the
dungeon. He told me to get on a bench on my back and he
then tied me as the man and woman had been in the
picture. He then began to question me about my sexual
experiences. He was very pleased to hear that I had never
had a homosexual encounter before.

My cock was throbbing as I lay there tied and spread
before this stranger. He began to put some sort of
lubricant on my anus and then to push his finger in and
out of my ass. He commented on how tight I was. He then
began using a small vibrating dildo it was tight but the
feeling was incredible.

He then switched to a larger dildo and then a still
larger one. He left the last on in my ass and took off
his pants. He walked around to my head and I saw his
large, still flaccid penis. He told me to beg to suck it.
I did. I had never tasted or touched another mans cock
before.

I slowly took its soft shape into my mouth and gently
began to suck. I was in ecstasy my own cock was as hard
as it had ever been and his soon followed suite. I badly
wanted him to come in my mouth. However he had another
idea. After several minutes of my sucking his cock he
withdrew and walked to my expose ass. He removed the
dildo and slowly slid his larger cock in. It hurt at
first but my ass stretched to fit my new master's cock.

Then he began to fuck me in earnest. I was moaning and
thrusting my hips to meet his thrusts. He then slowed and
leaned over me, pressing his stomach onto my throbbing
cock. He pulled my head up and kissed me on the mouth
sliding his tongue into my mouth. I came like I never
have before all over his stomach. He pulled out of my ass
and had me lick my come off of his stomach. He then put
his cock back into my mouth and came after I sucked it
for several seconds.

After I came I regretted being there for several moments
but being tied I was powerd to lie there and be used by
him. I usually loose interest immediately after
ejaculation. I was soon excited again. I stayed at his
house that entire night and sucked him to several more
orgasms. That was my only cum.

After that night I saw him at least once a week. I clean
his house, do chores and service him. He also sees other
submissives and I have served along side others. I met
the couple in the pictures. I have sucked her pussy
before and after he has cum in her and I have sucked his
dick.

My wife knew nothing of this for a most of the last year.
My master knew of my desire to see her fucked by another
man and decided to make it happen. The couple in the
picture Amy and Mike own an advertising business that
while small is fairly successful. My wife, Elizabeth, was
looking for another job as an office manager.

Amy and Mike happened to have an opening. I told
Elizabeth that I had heard of an opening and she went to
interview. They hit it off and she was hired. Richard
owns the building that they have their offices in.
Richard arranged to have contact with her in her capacity
as office manager.

Elizabeth and I get along great and both love each other.
My sexual desires had always been stronger that hers and
I had always maintained an active fantasy life. After I
met Richard sex with her was the best it had ever been.
It really excited me to know I was owned by another man
and she didn't know it. I still wanted to see another man
(Richard) screw her. Elizabeth is attractive 5'5" 130
pounds brunette. She dresses fairly conservatively. For
the past few years she has indulged my fantasy of seeing
her with another man by talking about it during sex.

The first time Elizabeth had a meeting with Richard I
knew he had an effect. Amy saw her after her meeting with
him and told me that she was flushed. Elizabeth also
mentioned him at dinner. That night I told her too think
about him during sex. She had several more meeting with
him over the next few weeks and each time she told me and
we had great sex. I continued to serve him.

On night during sex she asked me if I really would get
excited if she slept with another man not just fantasy. I
told her I really would and asked her why. She told me
that she was really attracted to Richard and thought that
he liked her from her contact with him.

We had the best sex we ever had after talking about it.
The next night she came home, tied me to the bed and sat
on my face. I could taste his sperm coming from her
pussy. She told me that she had fucked Richard and told
him about it being my fantasy. This eventually led to
Richard telling her to bring me to watch which she did.

Richard and I did not tell her of our relationship. He
acted as if he was meeting me for the first time the
night we went to his house. I had to struggle to ask
Elizabeth for directions to look as if I didn't know
where I was going. That night was as good as my first
night with Richard.

We had dinner and then Elizabeth got dominant and tied me
to a chair and told me she was going to fuck Richard and
I was going to watch. The she and Richard proceeded to do
just hat. I was shocked to see that she actually let him
slightly dominate her. She had never expressed the
slightest interest in being submissive to me.

I watched as me slid his big dick in and out of her and
made her beg for it. She actually came while he was
fucking her. With me she can only come when I lick her.
She was shocked when he made me suck his dick after he
fucked her. She recovered enough to make me clean her
pussy and lick his come from her.

Since that night my wife and I both serve Richard.

END

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Rock Concert


Back in the 70's my wife who was 22yrs, slim with firm
small breasts and long black hair and gorgeous sexy
legs, wanted to go and see her favourite rock star at a
local concert hall.

Outside the place was swarming with people. Fans,
ticket touts, just about everybody. A jumble of people
pushing and shoving. We eventually found our way to the
back of the queue that was right outside the stage
door. We where waiting patiently in line when the stage
door opened and out came a 'roadie' or 'stage hand'
anyway he was quite scruffy, hair unkempt and a beer
belly hanging over his belt.

"Hey! Have you got your tickets there my lovely?" He
inquired of my wife, Pat.

"Er, yes." then to me "We have, haven't we Darling."

"Yes there right here." I replied.

"Let's have a look then." said our gruesome friend.
Taking the tickets he rubbed his chin.

"just as I thought, forgeries, there's a lot of them
about. This tour's been plagued with 'em."

"Oh no!" cried Pat "Wont they let us in?"

"Not with these." he said as he handed them back.

"But I suppose that you can get us in?" I said rather
sarcastically, which was entirely wasted on this oaf. I
knew that the tickets where not forged as I had
purchased them myself from the box office 2 weeks
before as a surprise for Pat but I played along with
the gag just to see how much money he was going to try
and take us for.

"Well, yes I could get you in." he replied.

"How much?" I asked.

I was completely taken aback by his reply.

"Nothing." he said. "No. I couldn't take money of a
lovely lady, er couple of nice people like you."

Had I misjudged this permister, was he after all going
turn out to be a nice human being, despite the fact
that he didn't much look like a human being. But no, I
had been right. He was a complete sleaze ball.

"No, I couldn't take money but if the little lady would
be nice to me...."

"Now just a minute!" I cut in. I was just about to tell
him what I thought of him when Pat chirped up all
excited with.

"Then we could get in."

"Sure could little lady." said the oaf, grinning from
ear to ear.

"Now hold on a minute..." but I was cut off by Pat's
excited voice.

"But Darling, we could get in and you know how much I
have wanted to see this show."

I was absolutely gob smacked. My own sweet little
angelic wife, the woman who would not allow swearing in
the house was actually contemplating having sex with a
complete stranger and a rather disgusting one at that.
I was that annoyed at her that instead of telling her
that the tickets where OK and that the guy was just
fooling her so that he could fuck her, I just let her
get on with it. Also curiosity got the better of me and
I wondered just how far this little bitch would go.

"OK then, if you insist." I said in my best 'giving in
gracefully' tone of voice.

"Great, come in this way." said the oaf and held the
door open for us. He led us down passageways and
stairs. I was completely baffled as to where in the
theatre we where but realised that it was somewhere in
the basement. At last we came to a room, he opened the
door and ushered Pat inside and said to me.

"Wait here!"

"Are you OK Pat?" I asked.

"Yes, I'll be alright." The door closed and I stood
there for what seemed ages but on looking at my watch
saw that it had only been 5 minutes. But strange
feelings where churning up inside of me. I was pleased
that I was teaching Pat a lesmister. I was annoyed that
she was having sex with another man (even if he was
Neanderthal.) and the strangest part was that I was
getting turned on. I had the most solid 'hard on' I had
ever experienced. It felt like it was going to burst,
as did my face.

I felt as though my face was burning. The whole thing
was crazy, I was burning up with a mixture of anger,
passion, exhilaration and jealousy all rolled into one.
I was just about to burst into the room when another
guy came up from behind me and entered the room. As he
did, I could see Pat lying on her back on a table. She
was completely naked, her legs where wrapped around the
'roadie' as he, fully dressed, rammed his cock in and
out of her.

It was only a brief glimpse as the door shut behind the
guy but it stopped me in my tracks. I just couldn't
understand what was happening to me. I had just
witnessed my lovely wife being defiled by a loathsome
stranger and the only thing that I could think of was
how annoyed I was that I couldn't watch.

After a few minutes the 'roadie' came out and as he did
I could see that the new guy was in his place and was
fucking my lovely little Pat. The 'roadie' just walked
past me, completely ignoring me. I grabbed the door
before it shut and quietly went in. The guy fucking Pat
looked up at me then carried on with what he was doing.
I noticed a chair behind the door and sat down and
watched, watched as my wife was being shagged by a
second man.

From her moans of pleasure I could see that she was in
no distress and I do not remember doing it but I found
myself with my cock in my hand, slowly wanking in time
with Pats fucking.

The door opened and in walked 3 more guys, one in a
tuxedo, they gathered around Pat and played with her
tits and sucked them and the guy in the tux' shoved his
cock into her mouth. They then started taking turns
fucking her. Not coming, just fuck for a few minutes
then change around so that everyone had a turn of her
cunt and her mouth and sucking her tits.

Pat was enjoying herself enormously as cock after cock
entered her cunt and her mouth. Her own excitement
became more and more obvious, the noises that she made
became louder and louder until as her climax came a
scream of pure pleasure was escaping from her lips but
was muffled (or should I say gurgled) as her mouth was
filled with spunk. Tux' had fucked her mouth and
emptied all his spunk down her throat.

Then one after another the other guys came in her cunt.

The first one came and was shoved out of the way by the
next who, as his cock went into Pat's cunt made loud
slurping noises on the first guys spunk.

Then the third one fucked her slowly. The others grew
bored and left.

"Thanks for the use of your missus!" one of them
shouted to me.

As the door closed the guy who was still fucking Pat
called me over.

"Do you want to have a fuck of this lovely little
cunt?" he asked.

"She's my wife!" I said.

"Was your wife!" He answered quietly. "Was your wife,
she's now our groupie. Our little 'fuck-bag' that we
can shag whenever we want to use her."

Did he know what he was saying? Did he know that his
words where turning me on even more than I was already.

"Do you want to shag this horny little cunt?" he asked
again.

"Oh yes! Yes!" I blurted out.

"Then get down on your knees and beg me to let you."

As I hesitated for a moment he shouted out, "Kneel!"

I did, I knelt down by his feet with my head almost
touching Pat's arse. Can you just picture the scene, my
wife lying on the table with her legs up over this
strange mans shoulders and me kneeling with my face
practically opposite his cock going in and out of the
cunt that I had always thought of as 'all mine'.

Suddenly he grabbed me by the hair and as he swung
around his big dick, dripping with all the other men's
spunk, hit me in the face. He wiped his cock
deliberately over my face and then shoved into my
mouth, not just in my mouth but right down my throat.
It only took him a couple of thrusts and he came in my
mouth and made me swallow it down.

He then shoved my face into my wife's spunked up pussy
and turned around and left us alone. I pulled all my
clothes off and gave Pat the best fucking that I had
ever known.

We eventually cleaned ourselves up and took our seats,
we had only missed about 15 minutes of the show. As we
where leaving, the guy in the tux' handed me a card. It
was an invitation to a party at the groups hotel. We
had a wonderful time, Pat was fucked by all the same
guys as before plus what really blew her mind was that
this world famous group fucked her as well.

For myself, I got to fuck the wife of the lead singer
of the group and also the back up singer who is now a
household name.

That was the start of our swinging and we are still at
it today. Pat is still as lovely as ever. (And just as
horny.)

END

All four men were now completely naked. Each one
sported an erection no less than ten inches. Lindsey
was in awe. She had never seen a penis other than her
husbands and he was quite small compared to these. She
didn’t even know men could get that big. She had of
course heard the rumors that black men were bigger but
she had never put any stock into it. But the proof was
staring her in the face. Four black cocks, all at least
ten inches, and there was her white husband who wasn’t
even half as big as these gorillas.

"Stand up," Trunk bellowed at Ron.

Ron did as he was told and rose to his feet as he heard
Trunk order that Lindsey lower her husband’s boxers to
the ground. Now all six people in the room were totally
nude.

"He fucks you with that little pecker? No wonder you
want some black cock, I bet you can’t even feel that
thing," insulted Prince, causing more laughter from
every one in the room. Lindsey found the comment
especially funny and went into a fit of giggles. This
caused the four black men to laugh even more.

"Go get us some beer you pathetic little bitch," spat
Trunk as he untied the belt around Ron’s hands. More
laughter. "Do it on your hands and knees cracker." More
laughter. "We’ll be in your bedroom, but don’t worry,
we won’t start the show without you." More laughter.

Lindsey led the four black studs to her and her
husband’s bed voluntarily.

When Ron arrived with the six-pack he found his wife in
the middle of a heated kiss with Trunk who was pawing
at her tits.

The men all took a beer while Lindsey crawled onto the
bed and spread her legs exposing her glorious pink
pussy. The four black men were now beating off while
watching the gorgeous blonde bombshell lying naked on
her bed. The gang was now rock hard and ready for
action.

Trunk moved forward to the edge of the bed and placed
his penis inches from Lindsey’s face. Ron knew what was
coming but could not believe it. After years of begging
Lindsey to suck his dick, she was about to do it for
this black stranger.

Lindsey wrapped her mouth around the head and slowly
bobbed back and forth. She took her mouth off the giant
black cock and began licking all twelve inches. She
even lifted the monster up with her petite hands and
licked his plum size balls. Ron could not believe his
wife was actually sucking this guy’s dick voluntarily.

Trunk pulled away slightly from Lindsey. When she
leaned forward to continue licking his tool, he slapped
her cheek with the black snake. Trunk repeated this a
couple of times causing Lindsey’s frustration to mount.

"Why aren’t you letting me suck your cock?" pleaded
Lindsey.

"I want to do something a little more interactive
baby," Trunk responded.

With that, Lindsey lay back down, spread her legs wide,
and began rubbing her tender white thighs. Trunk
climbed up on the bed, got between Lindsey’s legs, and
lined up his giant black fuck stick with her tiny pink
twat.

"What do you want me to do with it?"

"Put it in," whispered Lindsey.

"What was that?"

"Put your big black cock in my tiny little pussy and
fuck me hard!" shouted Lindsey.

Ron couldn’t believe his ears. His shy and restrained
wife was begging to be fucked by black cock. Ron had
never heard her use language like that and she had
surely never begged him to fuck her.

Trunk pushed his cock in slowly. Lindsey had never
experienced anything close to the size of his meat
being shoved in her vagina. Lindsey rewarded Trunk with
a gushing of pussy juice as she came for the first time
of the night. Her entire body vibrated for about
fifteen seconds. After she came Trunk began to move
faster. Now with a good eight inches in her pussy,
Lindsey began to hump back against his black dick.
Lindsey was breathing hard and moaning louder and
louder with each thrust.

Trunk started to knead Lindsey’s tits and then began
pinching her pink nipples. Lindsey moaned even louder
than before. After ten minutes of fucking and another
of Lindsey’s massive orgasms, Trunk pulled out of
Lindsey with a loud pop. Lindsey knew what was coming,
turned to face Trunk, and wrapped her mouth around the
giant black snake.

Ron saw Lindsey swallowing and knew Trunk was pumping
his load into her mouth. Some spunk managed its way out
of Lindsey’s mouth and on to her chin and tits. At last
Trunk had run out of cum. Lindsey kept on sucking the
cock until she was sure she had drank every drop of his
juice. She even used her finger to scoop up the cum
from her chin and tits and shove it into her mouth.
"Your cum tastes sooooo good Trunk."

Lindsey lay back down on the bed as Trunk got off. The
three other members of the gang, still hard as rocks,
had turned their attention to Ron. They mocked him
about still being erect after seeing his wife fuck
their black friend. The three men then ordered him to
kneel at the foot of the bed so he could see better.
There was no need to tie him up. They knew he was too
scared of them to disobey.

"Isn’t anybody gonna fuck me?" Lindsey said with a
wicked smile on her face. Prince and Moose both crawled
onto the bed, Prince at Lindsey’s legs and Moose at her
head.

"I’m not sure I can take both those monsters," Lindsey
said.

Prince reassured Lindsey by flipping her over on her
hands and knees. Moose presented his ten-inch cock to
Lindsey and she gladly accepted it in her mouth. Prince
put his cock at Lindsey’s opening and shoved it in.
Lindsey was so wet from all the activity that his cock
slid all the way in.

Ron was still mesmerized by what he was seeing. His
white wife was fucking and sucking two of the biggest
blackest cocks on the face of the earth right in front
of him. Not only were their cocks much bigger than his,
but they themselves were bigger, more muscular, and
most women would agree much more handsome than himself.
Ron could not help but think what the black cock
fucking her pussy was doing to it.

Ron’s cock was smaller than average, how would he be
able to satisfy his wife when her cunt was being
stretched like that? But Ron could not suppress the
fact that he was half enjoying watching his wife act
like such a slut. After all of the years of nothing but
boring missionary sex it was great to see her come out
of her shell. He just wished it was with him and not
these black studs.

It was then that Ron noticed how much cock Lindsey had
managed to take into her mouth. She now had all but a
couple of inches of Moose’s cock buried in her throat.
With each stroke she would take more and more until
eventually Moose’s balls were slapping Lindsey’s chin.
She didn’t even look uncomfortable sucking his dick.
She looked like she had been doing it her whole life.

Moose busied himself by playing with Lindsey’s dangling
tits. He soon found she really enjoyed it when he
pinched her erect nipples. Every time he did it she
would moan even louder around his cock. Prince also
found something Lindsey enjoyed. He would spank her
firm white ass with his big paw and she would rock back
even harder against his member.

Moose was the first to cum. He let out a torrent of
sperm down Lindsey’s throat. As soon as he was
finished, Prince buried his cock to the hilt and pumped
his slime into Lindsey’s pussy. Lindsey then repeated
her cock cleaning performance on the two spent cocks.

"Looks like we got a job for you wimp," said Trunk
pointing his finger at Lindsey’s cum filled pussy.

"No fucking way you sick bastard," Ron spat back.

"Do it or I’ll make you suck it right from the source."
Ron froze. He couldn’t take this any more. But as that
thought was passing into his head he climbed onto the
bed and joined his wife.

"Lay down tiny," Trunk’s joke at the expense of Ron’s
endowment caused laughter to erupt from everyone.

Without even being told Lindsey sat on her husband’s
face and started grinding her slimy pussy all over his
mouth. "Suck his black cum out of me tiny." Ron began
to lap at his sultry wife’s cum filled cunt. Lindsey
really enjoyed this. She grabbed Ron by the hair and
powerd her pussy down on his mouth even harder.

"How’s that taste tiny?" Lindsey asked and then giggled
uncontrollably. Soon after, Lindsey came again causing
her to ejaculate male and female love juice all over
her husband’s face. She then shoved her husband off the
bed and onto the ground. "Your next Bull," she said
seductively.

"Come here and suck my dick you little white whore,"
snapped Bull.

Lindsey lunged to the edge of the bed and wrapped her
lips around Bull’s ten inches. She licked and kissed
and generally worshiped his black snake for a couple of
minutes before he said, " You really suck cock good
baby but I want a different hole."

Lindsey turned around and stuck her butt up in the air
for Bull to use as he pleased. Bull stuck his big black
cock all the way in to Lindsey’s loose vagina and
humped her a few times before pulling out.

"You’re a bad girl aren’t you baby," Bull asked.

"Oh yeah stud. I’m such a bad girl," Lindsey said now
smiling ear to ear. "Now please fuck me."

With that Bull put the head of his cock against
Lindsey’s virgin asshole and pushed in slowly. As he
powerd his way in, Lindsey could do nothing but moan
like a mad woman. After a couple of inches were in, the
rest went relatively easy. Bull got about eight inches
in before he bottomed out. He now picked up the pace
and began fucking the white housewife’s butt hole
harder. Soon Lindsey was rocking back on his cock and
playing with her clit.

"Fuck my ass harder!" Lindsey screamed. Not long after
that, Lindsey was having another hard orgasm. Girl cum
burst out of her twat and all over the bed in the most
powerful climax she had ever experienced.

"Oh God this feels soooooooo good. I love it. Oh God
how I love it," cried Lindsey.

"Do you like my cock better than tiny’s."

"Oh fuck ya. Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Your fat cock is
sooooo fucking better than his! This is the best I’ve
ever felt in my life."

All this talk was really getting Bull going. Lindsey
was also fucking harder than ever, causing her tits and
hair to fly around wildly. It was no surprise when Bull
started cumming. He jammed it all the way in her ass
and let his jizz loose. Bull came longer than any of
his buddies. Finally he pulled his cock out of
Lindsey’s obscenely stretched butt hole with an audible
pop.

Everyone in the room was shocked when Lindsey wrapped
her lips around Bull’s cock. She was cleaning a cock
that had seconds before been rammed up her ass. Lindsey
enjoyed the musky taste of the cock and cleaned every
inch.

"Time for another performance Ronny," Lindsey said with
the evilest little grin Ron had ever seen.

This was too much for Ron. He could not suck cum from
his wife’s ass. It was just disgusting and wrong. But
here he was again climbing onto the bed where the night
before he had wished his wife would be more
adventurous.

Lindsey got on all fours and put her asshole right in
Ron’s face. Ron stuck his tongue in and tasted the all
to familiar salty taste of black man cum. "Make sure
you get it all tiny. I want to be totally clean for my
men."

When Ron was done Lindsey’s ass was spotless. All the
black man cum was now in Ron’s belly. It disturbed Ron
that he was growing so accustomed to this situation.

Trunk, Prince, and Moose were now hard again. Trunk lay
down on the bed and Lindsey mounted him easily in her
stretched cunt. Moose then kneeled behind her and
easily slid his dick into her bum hole. They soon got
into a rhythm causing Lindsey to moan uncontrollably.
Moose would pull his black dick out of Lindsey’s white
anus just as Trunk rammed himself into pussy and vice
versa. Lindsey had a cock in one of her holes at all
times. This caused her to be in a state of constant
orgasm.

This continued for ten more minutes or so before Moose
pulled out of Lindsey’s ass and Trunk flipped her off
of his pole. The two black studs kneeled next to
Lindsey and started beating off furiously. Soon they
were both ejaculating buckets of sperm onto Lindsey’s
face, tits, belly, and even on her feet. Lindsey
cleaned the two used up cocks completely then ordered
Ron to clean her.

Ron licked the cum off his wife’s face, tits, and flat
stomach before moving to her cummy toes. He sucked the
man juice from her dainty feet, but before he was done
Prince and Bull were all over his wife. They maneuvered
her into the same position as Trunk and Moose had her,
Bull in her pussy and Prince in her ass. Ron kept on
sucking her toes through out the whole ordeal. Lindsey
ordered Moose and Trunk to kneel in front of her while
she sucked both of them in her mouth.

"Do you want us all to cum on tiny?" Trunk asked
Lindsey.

All she could do was let out a muffled moan. Every one
in the room knew what that meant. All four men pulled
out of their used up holes, moved off the bed and in
front of Ron who had stopped sucking his bride’s toes,
and let their cum fly. Ron could have sworn he was
standing under a shower spout.

The cum was relentless. It felt like gallons. When it
was finally done Ron could not even open his eyes
because of the sticky jizz. The rest of his face, along
with his hair and gut, were drenched. Ron went to wipe
the cum from his eyes, which covered his hands in jizz,
and Ron instinctively licked the cum from his fingers.
The room erupted in laughter.

Still giggling, Lindsey said, "I’ll clean two and you
clean two, okay tiny?"

Ron knew he had no choice and wrapped his lips around
Trunk’s black sausage just as Lindsey did the same to
Prince. Ron followed Lindsey’s lead and licked all the
cum from the black monster. They each finished and
moved onto the next cock.

The four black men were exhausted. They all started to
dress in preparation of leaving. The leader Trunk said,
"Don’t worry tiny. Your wife was so good, we’re not
gonna rob your ass. Honey bun, if you want us to fuck
you again just give me a call at this number," and he
threw a piece of paper on the bed.

The four black men walked out of the room and shut the
door. Lindsey climbed up onto the bed and said, "Happy
anniversary honey. I can’t wait to see our new friends
again," before falling arelax.

END

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Runaway Husband


CHAPTER 1


Ethan ran away eight months ago after he discovered his
wife of five years was sneaking around with a black
dude named Ernest. She wanted him to live with the
arrangement because she told him that Ernest sexed her
and made her feel like the woman of her dreams. In
other words, she went black and her husband would have
to live her decision.

The time away from his wife was hell for Ethan. He
thought of her almost daily. He recognized he was still
deeply in love with her despite her adultery and love
for a black man.

His lady-in-law, as well as his own lady begged him
not to run away from the problem but to stay and accept
the situation and come to some sort of an arrangement
with his adulterous wife and her black lover.

Ethan came back to town hoping to make contact with his
errant wife to see what they might work out. He went to
his parent's home. His parent's were glad to see him
return. He unpacked and moved into his old room. His
man greeted him, but kept quiet like he usually does
and lets his wife do most of the talking.

His lady was always protective of and pampered him.
He was a mama's boy at heart.

At dinner that night, his lady-in-law came over and
between her and his lady, he'd learned the two of
them had already arranged for him to meet with a
marriage counselor to get him on the road to reunite
with his estranged spouse.

Secretly, he'd hoped for something like this, but
pretended to abhor them doing what they'd done.

He went to the marriage counselor the next day. Her
name was Dr. Downmen.

"Ethan, I have to agree with your family, you should've
stayed and tried to work an arrangement such that you
could share your wife with her black lover. This is not
as uncommon as you might think."

Ethan listen as Dr. Downmen discussed his case based on
the facts she'd gotten from him as well as from
contacting his estranged wife.

"Ethan, your wife really didn't want you to leave, but
to accept the arrangement so that she could fulfill her
needs. She still had a special love for you. However,
she understood why you left. She and Ernest Richardmister
are living in the house. She indicated that Ernest
doesn't mind her working out an arrangement for sharing
her with you and even having you move back in, but
there has to be certain conditions. She didn't tell me
what those conditions were when we talked. The question
Ethan is, are you interested in talking to her?"

"Y-yes Doctor, I-I am."

"Well Ethan, I'll need to set it up, and it's best if
it's done in my offices. However, I must get you ready
for this meeting through a series of counseling
sessions. You'll be finding out a few things about your
wife over the next few days prior to the meeting. I
don't want you to get upset and not try to contact her
but wait until the meeting I'll set up which will be in
about two weeks."

"Why so long Dr. Downmen?"

"You need the time to understand your potentially new
role as well as how to accept and adjust to what you'll
be getting into in such an arrangement."

CHAPTER 2


Ethan reported to his second session with Dr. Downmen.
She gave him a battery of psychological tests and
discussed the results with him.

"Ethan, your test results all indicate you have a high
potential for adapting to the kind of arrangement
needed for the three of you to get along harmoniously.
You're not the pushy type. You like structure and
order. You're more of a follower than a leader, and
lets see, hmmm .. you like bright colors but tend to
shun them. Do you know why that is or were you aware of
that?"

Ethan blushed slightly and explained that bright
pastels were often associated with feminine attire, so
he tended to avoid them.

"Interesting ... however, Ethan, I don't want you to
have such hang-ups in the future. Feel free to wear or
decorate with any lively colors you might adore."

Ethan nodded affirmatively.

"Now Ethan, I must tell you that it will take being a
bit more submissive than you've had to be before in
your marriage, if this new arrangement is to take
place. You see, you'll probably even feel more
naturally submissive around your wife and Ernest. This
is goodness. Here, I asked them to take some pictures
and make a video of them having sex. Here, let's
watch."

Ethane's anxiety ran high as the counselor slipped the
video in the VCR. Ethan gasped loudly at the size of
Ernest's giant black erection and then repeated it as
he saw his wife suckle the head of the golf ball size
bloated shiny cockhead, and then take a few inches of
the eight-incher in her mouth. After a few moments of
that he watched as Ernest creamed between her lips with
some of the obviously abundant load running out of the
corners of her mouth, which she licked up with her
tongue and winked at the camera as she did so.

Ernest was still rigid. Aghast, Ethan next saw his
beautiful wife take the giant fuck tool in her lush
hairy gash with no resistance at all and virtually
swallowed it all in except for an inch or so.

"Do you have an erection Ethan?" Dr. Downmen's voice
broke Ethane's concentration.

"Uh, o-oh no." He said defensively, realizing for the
first time that he indeed did have an involuntary hard-
on at seeing his wife in bed with this hung black men.

"Are you sure? here let me see." Dr. Downmen reached
over and placed her hand on his crotch before he knew
it and found his much smaller four incher. She
continued to hold it through the fabric of his pants
and spoke to him sternly to be quiet and watch the rest
of the video. He'd never heard her speak in such a
tone. It subdued and cowed him.

He was embarrassed at having been caught in a lie, but
also that she knew that he was erect at seeing his wife
and another man.

Ethan couldn't help but be awed at the love making his
wife and her black lover demonstrated. he knew what he
saw was beyond his capabilities. The more he watched
the more he was worried about coming in his pants,
especially with the doctor's hands on his aching prick.
He begged her to stop the video. She did.

"Ethan, this video produced some excellent results.
It's good you got an erection. There's nothing to be
ashamed of. It's normal and natural. By the way, take
your penis out and masturbate? Here's some tissue. I
need to examine your genitals anyway as well see how
much ejaculate you output."

Shocked at such actions by the counselor, Ethan just
sat unbelieving what he was hearing. What happened next
surprised him even more.

Before he realized it, the counselor sprayed a mist in
his face. The effects were evident in seconds. He felt
more relaxed.

"Don't fret Ethan, this is just something to help you
be more compliant. Just sit there a moment. You'll be
fully conscious of what you're doing, but this will aid
you in doing what I desire of you to get all the
results to help you. Now stand up, unbuckled your pants
and let them drop to the floor. That's it. Now push
your shorts down to your ankles also."

Almost as in a dream, Ethan found himself doing as he
was told in a robotic fashion. He had no will to
resist.

"Very good." She said as she measured his very erect
prick. "Three and three quarters inches. Okay sit down.
Now take the tissues . that's it. Now I'm going to
restart the video and I want you to stroke yourself
when you normally jerk off and let your self reach an
orgasm when you wish to. I want you to catch all of
your cum with the tissue and let me see it.
Understand?"

He nodded mechanically, still with no will to do
otherwise.

Two minutes later he was in the throes of shooting his
load into the wad of tissues, and as ordered he
immediately held it out for Dr. Downmen to observe.

After writing down a description of the amount of his
ejaculate, she asked him several questions while he was
still in this twilight compliant state.

"Do you like jerking off?" he replied yes.

"Do you get more pleasure out of pleasing yourself with
your hands than trying to satisfy yourself and your
wife with your penis?" Again the answer was yes.

"If you had your preference, would you perform oral sex
on your wife or have normal intercourse most of the
time?" He weakly and softly replied that he liked
"sucking pussy" better.

She next put a box in front of him. There were four
pairs of differently colored panties, each heavily
trimmed in lace. She asked him to pick the color that
most matched his favorite secret color.

When he seemed like he couldn't make up his mind, she
asked him about his indecision.

"I-I can't decide between the lavender a-and the p-pink
ones. I-I like them both." He was trying to fight the
have, but it was no use. Tears swelled in his eyes.

She urged him to take both and told him he could have
them.

"You like women's clothes but are afraid to admit it,
aren't you." It took a little longer, but he again
answered yes.

Dr. Downmen knew the have was losing some effect, but
she wanted to try one last thing.

"Would you like to try on your new pink panties?"

Ethan slowly looked at them and nodded his head.

"Then do it Ethan dear, you're free to do that without
shame here." He slowly did. The doctor had him keep
them on and redress so that he could wear them from the
office.

"Well Ethan, this session has been extremely fruitful.
The have is almost wearing off. But remember this have
didn't make you do anything that you really didn't feel
comfortable in doing. So there's no use in denying what
you said and did was due to the have. And now this last
test is the final bit of information I need for you, as
well as a reward if you wish to participate.

After all, you've shown me your genitals, now it's only
natural you get a chance to see me." As she spoke she
hiked her skirt up and removed her panties to expose
her dense bushy cunt. She next sat at her desk chair
and spread both of her shapely legs on the arms of the
executive chair, presenting a sensuous expanse of white
fleshy thighs that led to her delectable looking pussy.

Even though the have had virtually worn off, Ethan had
no real will to decline the doctor's invitation. he
hadn't sucked a pussy in eight months. he was hungry.
The good doctor fed him well as she held his head to
her moist crotch for two very rousing orgasms.

After the session, Ethan was a different permister. He
felt closer to Dr. Downmen, yet it was hard to look her
in the face, especially since he was wearing pink
panties and with another lavender pair in his pocket.
She asked him to wear them to see if they reduced his
anxiety of meeting his wife. She directed him to wear
the lavender pair back to the next session and asked
him if he was interested in her getting him other
similar items to better relax him and aid him in having
sex with his self. Blushing a deep red, he nodded
affirmatively. Ethan was also very pleased when Dr.
Downmen rated him highly on his pussy sucking.

"Ethan, with you being a healthy adult with a hearty
appetite for sucking pussy, you shouldn't go for such a
long period time, as you have, without doing so. Since
you're trying to get back with your wife, it might be a
good idea to have someone feed you pussy in the interim
who understands your situation.

Hmmm, what about your mom or mom-in-law? I'm sure
they'd understand and be willing to help if you asked.
In fact, from their talking with your wife, they knew
how much you loved to suck. I bet you'd like to suck
your mommy's pussy anyway, wouldn't you?" Again Ethan
was excited and yet terrified at the thought of asking
either woman. The doctor encouraged him not to be
afraid to do so.

Before he left, she talked over a few things they would
be discussion at their next session.

"O-Oh no!" Ethan blurted out quickly and nervously as
her question and statement caught him off guard.

"I did him earlier as he was slurping on me. You're
only good for about one shot a day aren't you Ethan?"

As he was slow to respond, again being dumfounded by
the suddenness of the question, his lady spoke.

"Ethan, there's no reamister to be embarrassed. You have
to be realistic and not be embarrassed. Here let mommy
give you another hug. Feel better now?"

He shook his head acknowledging he did and told his
lady-in-law that she was correct.

"As your mom said, that's nothing to be embarrassed
about, you more than make up for it with your sweet
tongue."

Ethan smiled and liked the constant reassurance the
women poured on him about his talent for giving good
head as they talked about the experiences of the day
once again.

"Ethan, I almost forgot, why don't you show your mom
the pretty panties you're wearing."

"Ethan almost wanted to crawl under the sofa at his
lady-in-law's revelation.

"I-I t-thought, t-that was o-our secret." He stammered.

"I lied. I only did that to make you feel comfortable
so you could enjoy your dinner, besides you shouldn't
keep such a delightful thing from your lady."

"She's quite right sweetie. A lady should know if her
mister like to wears panties. Let me see them. Are they
like the pink ones I found in your secret hiding place
in your room at home?"

Hit with a double whammy of exposed secrets, Ethan was
in no condition to resist doing as the women wanted of
him. Soon he was standing before the two of them in the
beautifully lavishly lace adorned panties.

As he modeled them he slowly told of how and why Dr.
Downmen recommended he wear them, including that she
might be getting him more articles. The more he pranced
around at their insistence, the more comfortable he
felt before them in his pretty panties. Moments later,
Mary's lady brought out some of her feminine undies.
Soon Ethan was dressed in a white garter belts and pink
nylons with a matching pink lacy camisole. He was given
a lacy pink robe. He and the two women were all in
similar attire as they sat and talked.

Ethan told them everything about his latest session
with Dr. Downmen and was surprised at how at ease he
was in talking about all that occurred. The women
commended him for telling them everything and each
kissed him. The three finally got around to discussing
the meeting that was soon to take place with his
estranged wife.

"Ethan sweetie, based on all you've told me, I really
think you're in a much better state of mind to meet any
conditions upon which Mary, er, I mean Mary and Ernest,
might accept you back in their relationship." His
lady said in a sincere tone.

"I definitely agree with you. Especially after hearing
you say that you know you can't compete with Ernest on
a man-to-man basis after seeing the video. To admit
he's the better man and to face the reality of your
inadequacies shows maturity and wisdom."

Ethane's mom concurred with Mary's mom and placed
another kiss on her "Baby" for being so wise in
confronting and admitting his shortcomings.

"Ethan, I know Dr. Downmen indicated you all were going
to talk more about submissiveness next session, but
seeing you sit here so confidently, and having already
indicated that Ernest is no doubt the real man in
Mary's life, I don't see where you're going to have one
bit of a problem being subservient to them if they
permit you in their relationship." Spoke his mom.

"And with you willing to wear women's clothes in his
presence, I know you won't have any problems with him
thinking you're competing with him as man of the
house."

"Oh no, I-I wouldn't want him to think that, b-but you
t-think h-he'll want me to wear d-dresses a-and..." In
responding to his lady-in-law's comment, she cut him
off before he could stammer out his reply.

"And whatever else is necessary they think you should
wear."

"And do too sweetie." His lady said adding to Mary's
lady's comment. "You see baby, you've got to prove
yourself and show them, especially Ernest, that you
deserve to be a part of their relationship, even though
Mary has feelings for you and even though you're still
her husband."

After some more discussion on this aspect of getting
back together with his wife, Ethan assured the women he
was resolved to give it his best effort to convince his
wife and her black lover that he was deserving of
trying to fit in where he had turned them down eight
months ago.

Both women kissed and hugged him again and praised him
for his resolve.

"Ethan dear, you mentioned earlier that Dr. Downmen let
you know that it was remote that Mary or Earnest would
be interested in you having normal intercourse with her
again. Yet, you know Mary will require you to be
devoted and faithful to her still. You understand what
that means don't you?"

"Y-Yes. T-That I'll have to masturbate for relief." He
replied to his lady.

"That's right baby. And that shouldn't be a problem
since you like jacking off better than trying to sex
her anyway, right?"

"Y-Yes ma'am, y-you're right." He replied meekly as he
thought of Ernest knowing he had to jerk off while
Ernest pleasured his big cock in his wife. Then he
remembered what Dr. Downmen told him about negative
thoughts of comparing himself with Ernest, instead of
accepting the fact that Ernest is the superior man.
She'd told him it was far more constructive use of his
time to think of ways to pay homage and build a rapport
as a servant would to a master. He congratulated
himself on pushing the negative thought out of his mind
and concentrated on what his lady was saying.

"Now sweetie, you do know, as her husband, she'll be
expecting you to eat her pussy, even though you won't
be putting your little thing in her."

"Y-Yes."

"Now that takes care of your needs and her needs.
You'll jack off and suck her cunt. Now you have to
think about Ernest in this equation. He might feel
slighted as the real man of the house. He might think
sucking her cunt is too much of a privilege for you,
especially since it's like a primary way of you having
sex anyway with women."

"Y-You think h-he might r-really object to me..."

"A good possibility Ethan, unless you can enhance his
pride versus possibly bruising it." Mary's lady
interjected.

"B-but what can I-I do to boost his pride?"

"Sweetie you mentioned when you saw the video how much
cum he shot off ... and how he flooded her mouth and
cunt and how she had cum dripping down on her tits."

"Y-Yes I-I did."

"Then what better way to boost a man like Ernest's
pride than to offer to tongue clean his semen off and
out of Mary. At the same time you could kiss her cum
flooded lips, suck her lovely tits, and of course feast
on her lush pussy, the real object of your desire." His
lady said smiling broadly.

"And Mary would have nothing but the greatest respect
and a higher esteem for you." Mary's lady added.

"I-I don't k-know... I-I've never ate a-another man's
s-stuff."

"Guess what you ate earlier dear? That is, out of my
pussy? That's why I had to ******* you sense of smell."

Ethan couldn't believe that spent cum could taste that
good. Finding it hard to believe that he'd already
eaten a man's jism and liked it. He asked if it was his
dad's cum.

His lady quickly explained.

"Oh no dear. Since you'll be facing a much more virile
man, your man and I got a black friend of ours to
screw me this evening just so I could break you in. I
don't think you'd found a white man's cum as tasty
dear."

Ethan still expressed disbelief at his lady's story.
This is what Mary's lady had been waiting on. An
opportunity to have her mister-in-law feast on the load
she still had warmly trapped in her cunt.

She explained what'd happened while he and his mom were
in the bedroom earlier in the evening. As she spoke she
laid back, spread her legs, and dared him to taste the
contents held back the tampon she'd put in.

His lady urged him on.

Finding the entire situation strange, bizarre, and even
a bit disgusting, nevertheless, Ethan proceeded to do
as his lady urged. She cautioned him about the strong
gamy smell of a fucked pussy combined with the odor of
spent semen.

He found she was right about the reek of the smell,
especially since his lady-in-law had kept it the
man's stuff in her for almost an hour. Ethan found the
emanating odor strong and strange, but yet not
unpleasant. To get on with the test, he quickly pulled
the tampon away immediately saw the same milky colored
sauce he'd lapped up earlier in the evening.

As the frothy goo oozed out her hairy heated gash, he
stuck the tip of his tongue in the in the oozing
stream. In a split second, he recognized the same
general taste. He lapped up more the second time and
knew that there was no doubt. As he looked up at his
smiling lady-in-law, she could read his face.

"No need to worry about humble pie now dear, you've got
a creampie to eat." She said as she pulled his head
forward closer to her hairy gash as she scooted her
crotch up closer to his face. Smell or no smell, Ethan
was sucking noisily as he vacuumed his lady-in-law of
all the aged gloppy pussy fuck goo.

Ethane's lady sat back with a very satisfied broad
smile on her face. She loved being an active
participant in the subjugation of timid weak willed
males, irrespective of whether the subject was her mister
or not. To some extent, that made the experience more
special, especially since she was convinced this was
best for him.

CHAPTER 4


"Father, mom told me what you two did for me... a-and
I-I am grateful. Y-You'll have to forgive me for being
nervous... b-but s-so much has happened in such a few
days."

"I understand mister... and there's no need to thank us.
We both want your happiness and the re-establishment of
your marriage."

"Dad I-I'm still embarrassed that everyone knows I like
eating, er, I mean the taste of another m-man's..."

"You don't have to be nervous or embarrassed to talk
about this with me mister. To relieve your apprehension,
as your lady told you, it's not uncommon for some
white males to have a fondness for the taste of black
men's spent lusty leavings. Don't think of your taste
for it as unusual, but rather a gift. In this
situation, where you're attempting to get your marriage
back together, it indeed is a gift as well as a
blessing. And by the way mister, if it helps, your lady
introduced me to that wonderful fuck goo about fifteen
years ago. So I fully understand better than you
think."

As Ethan learned of this new revelation, he was
shocked, but felt better about his own situation. Ethan
had many questions of his man who gave him candid
answers and advice.

"So mister, the counselor and others may call it
negotiations with your wife and her black lover, but
you should be prepared to capitulate to whatever terms
she and/or he may impose if you truly wish to stay in
her life. Just as your lady and lady-in-law were
trying to tell you, pleasing your wife's black stud is
as important as pleasing her, because she will do
virtually anything he asks of her."

Ethan listened intently as his man continued to
provide him counsel. Ethan was pleased to learn that
his man too was fond of feminine attire and even had
wore it from time to time. He was also thrilled to
learn that his man had been made to dress in drag by
Ethane's mom and watch her have sex with one of her
black men friends.

"It was a birthday gift to the man from your lady.
The man loved it, because it greatly appeased his ego.
I had to keep her clean between bouts of sex she had
with him. So mister, the bottom line is, be prepared to do
what is necessary to keep the woman you love and hold
your marriage together. As you know we can't compete
with those black dicks, so we have to do the best we
can in other ways. It'll be easy to do if you consider
yourself as the one married and not the other way
around." His man said as he looked Ethan in the eyes
and spoke seriously.

"T-Thanks man, I'll remember."

"Another thing mister, you may not have to do this anytime
soon, but you must be prepared to do it when asked or
the opportunity presents itself. You must do it to
demonstrate your devotion to your wife and her real man
or men."

When Ethane's man told him what it was he was
referring too, Ethan thought for a moment and calmly
asked his man had he done it before.

"Yes mister, I've sucked the dicks of all your lady's
black men friends over the years. The men will let you
know when they want you to do this. In a way, it's
their way of letting you know you've gained their
trust. Think of it as their way of bonding with you.
This is important and a significant point in your
marital arrangement. And just as with sucking loaded
cunts, you'll like fresh hot jism. Also, just as with
eating cum out of pussies, you must not think of this
as humiliating or perverted, but as a necessary part of
your marital conjugal duties."

CHAPTER 5


"Well Ethan, in a half hour you meet your wife for the
meeting for which you've been undergoing preparation
these last few weeks, how do you feel?"

"A-A little nervous." He replied to Dr. Downmen.

"That's understandable, but I know you're going to do
fine, especially since you've come to this meeting with
no pre-conditions and basically have indicated you'll
accept almost any conditions or terms she and Ernest
wish to impose.

"My family and I have talked it over, and decided that
it was best to do it this way."

"I tell you Ethan, you are blessed to have such
wonderful family support. It has made my job so much
easier as well as helped you see thing more clearly
than you did eight months ago."

Ethan acknowledged that it had.

"Let me again compliment on your attire for this
meeting. It's excellent. It definitely shows you're
unpretentious about your masculinity. This will make an
excellent first impression on your wife. It will let
her know that you are serious about not wanting anyone
to think you are competing with Ernest. Rather, you
accept him as the man of the house and that you hope to
fit in where they want you to."

Ethan was wearing a pink woman's pant's suit, a lacy
sheer pink blouse with a ruffled front. The bright pink
pants he wore didn't have the tell tale fly in front.
The white open toe feminine sandals showed his painted
toenail, which sported a bright pink shade of nail
polish, which matched the nail shade on his hands and
the lip-gloss he wore. The sheer pink stockings he
wore, only visible on his feet, nevertheless
complimented the contrast of the whiteness of the
sandals and the brightness of the nail polish as well
as gave his feet a smooth wonderfully feminine
appearance.

It was his lady's idea for him to come to the meeting
in drag. She called it a good faith indication on his
part to let his wife and her black lover visibly know
that he was a changed permister.

The time had arrived. Dr. Downmen's assistant buzzed
her to indicate that Ethane's wife Mary was in the
meeting room down the hall.

Nervously Ethan followed Dr. Downmen to the room.
Before the doctor could introduce them to each other,
Ethan and his wife were embracing. Dr. Downmen said a
few words and left them to their discussion.

"Mary, y-you look beautiful."

"So do you Ethan honey. You look good in pink. Dr.
Downmen has kept me informed of your visits and assures
me you don't have the same hang-ups as you did eight
months ago. You sure you aren't fooling her?"

Ethan assured his wife that he indeed seen the light
and was ready to be a part of she and Ernest's life and
relationship arrangement. "Now honey, I do have a
special love for you, but you have to know up front,
Ernest comes first. Whatever time I have left over from
when he needs me, or doing what he wants me to do, then
I'll share with you... of course depending on how I'm
feeling. Understand."

"Y-Yes Mary, I-I understand darling."

"Have you heard Ernest pimps me out sometimes?"

"Yes darling, I-I've heard you relax with other men
occasionally for money, but..."

"I'm a whore. A street whore Ethan, you think you can
handle that?" His wife said looking him point blank in
the face.

"Y-Yes I can Mary. T-This time away from you and what
I-I've been through the last few weeks have made me
realize that my love for you is special too. I-I'm no
longer under the mythical disillusion I was under
before. I realize now that I wasn't man enough to give
you what you needed. Now, I-I just want to be near you
... a-and fit in, o-or accept w-whatever terms you and
Ernest give me."

"You sound convincing, but here are some questions that
Ernest wanted me to ask you. Ready?"

"Yes darling, I-I am." Ethan spoke nervously as he took
a deep breath and exhaled to calm his nerves.

"First question... Do you consider yourself a man in
your wife's eyes?"

"N-No." Ethan replied softly.

"Well you passed that one. Next question... would you
object to being called any of the following: wimp,
fairy, pansy, sissy, faggot?"

"N-No, I-I wouldn't object." He spoke softly hanging
his head.

"Good. Last question... do you have any problems
obeying Ernest, no matter what tasks he directs you to
do?"

"Oh no, I-I'll do as I'm told."

"Very good Ethan dear. Since you got all the answers
right, Ernest sent you a little piece offering to
welcome you back in our lives." Mary stood up as she
spoke and hiked up the short mini skirt she was
wearing. She wore a tie on thong, which came off
quickly to reveal her thick furry bush. Ethane's heart
and prick jumped at the sight of her pussy.

"Ernest sent you a load of his jism. Just pull the
pussy plug to get your gift sweetie." She said
gleefully as she scooted her cunt to the edge of the
big conference room chair she was in.

Ethan dived headfirst, pulled the plug, and was nosily
slurping her pussy. It amazed even her how fast he was
devouring her pussy fuck scum. As she closed her eyes,
the reality of having an enslaved husband dawned on her
and it sent more thrills up her spine as she closed her
eyes and enjoyed the sensations and noise of her
sissified husband slurping out her real man's cum.

CHAPTER 6



It had been two months since Ethan, now going by his
sissy alias of Ethel, had been home for a visit.

Ernest and Mary were going on a week's cruise, so they
sent him home so his lady could watch over him while
they were gone.

"Deary, you look so radiant and cute. I can tell your
new lifestyle has been good for you. Now do you see why
your wife wanted a real man around the house for you
and her?" Spoke Ethel's lady as she greeted her
sissified mister in full drag.

"Yes I do. It's better than I ever imagined lady. The
more I'm around him, I see why Mary loves and adores
him so."

"Does it bother you mister that you and Mary don't see
each often, that is since she's on the streets at night
and you're working during the day?"

"I'd like to see her more often, but you know we both
have our jobs, which are necessary to be sure Mr.
Ernest gets his money. However, when she does come in,
usually late at night, he or she wakes me up to clean
his cum from her. So what time we spend together is
very quality time."

"Dear, do you always address him as mister?"

"Oh yes lady. That's one of their rules. I also have
to say sir to him also. It doesn't bother me. Anyway,
it just seems right to show him such respect. After all
he is the man of the house."

"How do you like your new part time job Ernest got you
as a public toilet cleaning maid?"

"I was a little disappointed at first, even though I
get to dress as a woman when I work there in the
evenings. However, after I saw the pride and pleasure
Mr. Ernest got from telling his buddies how he had me
working in drag cleaning public toilets, I felt better.
It was strange, but I really like seeing him happy, as
he boasts about things like that. Mary expressed the
same thing to me about her whoring for him. She gets
thrilled at him telling people she's his " White Ho"."

"Does it bother you dear?" His lady asked.

"Oh no, in fact, I find it exciting that she's a whore
for black men. I'm proud to be her husband. It's like
being married to a celebrity. It really makes me feel
good to hear men say what a good piece of ass she is
and that just about every black dick in town has been
in her."

"If more husbands were as proud of their wives as you
are mister, the divorce rate would be so much lower." His
man mused.

"You're so right dear." Ethel's mom replied to her
husband Sid.

"I'm proud of both you and Mary, and the changes you
both made in your lives. Isn't your marriage much
better than that staid relationship you had before?"

"Oh yes lady, much better. It seems now that
everything is orderly and structured. Ernest and Mary
make the rules and I follow them. In addition, I don't
have to worry about trying to be the man I'm not. My
wife respects me for what I am, and I feel so
comfortable, competent and confident in doing it.
Whenever I suck her pussy, she can count on me to
deliver. That really makes me feel good."

"You forgot to mention you pleasing yourself without
feeling guilty or ashamed too."

"Yes man, you're so right. Jacking off is so
peaceful when you do it without feeling shame or guilt.
Knowing that Mary knows I jack off has made my life so
much more contented."

"By the way Ethel my dear, I want to get a picture of
you and your man jerking each other off tonight."
Spoke his lady cheerfully.

Both men readily agreed and just like the two pansies
they'd been made into by the women in their lives, the
two began a serious discussion on what they were going
to wear while being photographed beating each others
meat.

Ethel's lady just listened at them and happily hummed
as she went about what she was doing. It pleased her
exceedingly that she had both her husband and mister
thoroughly and irrevocably subjugated in servitude to
dominant women and black dicks.

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I’m 39, 6’1", 220lbs, white, have a good sized member
and from what my girl friend tells me, big balls: that
should be enough of a description. Well it finally
happened. I had been a lurker on squirt for a long time
and just getting off on the stories and the sexual
comments I’d receive from members in regards to my cock
pictures.

I was driving down I-5 and stopped for a piss break at
the Buttonwillow rest stop. It was very early in the
morning, as I’ll do anything to avoid traffic, and I
really needed to go bad. The rest stop was sparsely
populated, judging by the few cars in the lot, but did
have quite few truckers holding up for the night and
not yet back on the road.

As I unzipped and began to pee, I got that feeling that
I really needed to take cuckolds brownie as well. So, I made my way
over to the farthest stall in the rest stop.

Now when I walked in to the bathroom, I had not seen
anyone nor had I heard anything beyond my piss hitting
the porcelain. But when I opened the door to the
pisser, there was an elderly man who resemred St. Nick
sitting on the can jacking his enormous fat cock, maybe
eight or nine inches. I was stunned. I took a good look
at his cock but said, "Sorry," and began to walk away.
He quickly got up off the can, actually quite
surprising considering his girth, grabbed my shoulder,
and pleaded for me to stay. I was shocked that he
touched me but don’t know why I stopped, but I did.

"Man, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you I just
wanted to use the toilet," I apologized.

"Use the toilet, huh? I heard you taking a piss at the
urinal. You wanted to jack-off." He said accusingly.

"No really, just needed the john." I then noticed he
still had his gigantic dick out and was still slowly
stroking it as he spoke to me. I guess I stared a
little bit too long cause he was smiling.

"Let me suck you off partner. You don’t have to do
anything."

"No thanks, I’m not gay…"

He interrupted me, "Awww come on, I’ll give you fifty
bucks."

"Are you cuckolds brownietin’ me? Do I look like a whore? Fuck
you!" And I again attempted to leave. This time Santa
was even more physical; and even though I’m not a small
guy, he pushed me against the wall and quickly shoved
his right hand in my pants and began to massage my
dick, which was growing harder by the second. Stunned
at his aggressiveness and slightly apprehensive that he
might become even more violent or had some sort of
weapon, I didn’t resist.

This guy knew how to pleasure a cock and with just his
one hand he had me fully erect and flushed in less than
thirty seconds. "See I knew you’d like it. Don’t you
want me to suck you? I’d love to put my lips around
your cock," he whispered to me in a strange tone that
sounded like a parent talking to a young. I admit, I
didn’t care as my red pressure was through the roof
and my cock had started to leak pre-come. "You want me
to suck your cock, don’t you?" As I let out a moan, I
could only nod my head.

He continued to massage my cock with his hand and lead
me outside the rest room; now walking side-by-side with
me leading me with his hand masturbating me as we
walked. I was a slave to my cock and, at least for now,
he controlled my cock. As I stumred through the
parking lot, I was on the lookout for anyone who might
see us.

There was no one outside this time in the morning but
as we approached his rig, I knew that if someone was
looking they would see me flushed red, being lead by
cock, clutched by Kris Kringle, takes on pleasure. He
finally let go of my cock to open the cab door and
practically pushed me in ahead of him.

Once inside he started to take off my pants and pull
down on my shorts. I told him "hey, if you just want to
suck me you can do it through my fly."

He waved the fifty bucks in front of me and told me I
owed him and "the least you could do is to take your
pants off." I hesitated for a second and he took that
opportunity to start undressing me. I grabbed the money
he had laid on the dash and put it in a pants pocket. I
had not finished stuffing the money in a pocket when I
felt his soft beard rubbing my nether regions and his
wet lips and tongue on my cock. I knew that I was
bending to his will and there wasn’t much I could do
about it.

I was in a dream world. Here I was, a straight guy with
a steady girl friend, lying on my back, a whore, on the
front bench seat of a semi (no, it wasn’t a relaxer
cab), spread eagle with a fifty maybe even sixty year
old guy giving me a blow job. Calling what this guy did
a "blow-job" is a disservice; he was fucking amazing.
He was all over my cock and balls. His mouth felt like
it was coated with Vaseline, cleaning, massaging, and
sucking every inch of my seven-inch cock.

He brought me to the edge of orgasm twice, before I
started to really moan and plead for him to finish me
off. That’s when he stopped. I though maybe he was
catching his breath but he told me he was "done" and
that I could go. He was fully clothed and was preparing
to leave.

I again pleaded with him to "suck me off."

With not even a look, he said, "the deal was that I
would suck you for fifty bucks. I never said anything
about letting you cum."

What a sight I must have been. Harder than a rock,
panting and begging a fat old man to suck me off. He
said he would finish me off, but that it would cost me
$100. I told him I didn’t have $100 but I’d give him
his money and the twenty I did have. He agreed and I
gave him my money.

Instead of concentrating directly on my dick, he
manipulated my balls and began to lick lower every now
and then touching my asshole. I didn’t like the idea of
a man sucking on my asshole but my body had other
thoughts and I began to squirm even more. He began to
finger my hole and within ten minutes was spreading and
massaging my now extremely wet hole. I decided that I
couldn’t take it anymore and wanted to jack myself off.

His violent temper reappeared and he scolded me for
touching myself. He instructed me to turn over on my
stomach so he could better "service" me. When I
questioned him on his intentions, he said it was up to
him "how he got me off." He promised not to do anything
I did not want him to do. "Don’t you like how it feels
when I suck and touch your pussy?" He was speaking in
that parental tone again. When I jumped at the word
"pussy," he told me to "shut-up and relax."

I knew what was coming, but I didn’t care anymore. I
wanted to get off so badly I would have agreed to
anything. As he came up my body, and started to nuzzle
and kiss my neck, I realized that he was now naked from
the waist down. I felt his giant cock rubbing between
my butt cheeks. I’d never felt another man’s cock
before and was surprised by the amount of heat his
member gave off. "Please fuck me," I begged.

He just kept nuzzling me and saying, "You are my bitch.
Your pussy belongs to me."

I did nothing but moan and confirm his statements. "I’m
your whore. Please stuff your cock in my pussy.
Please!"

"So you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes! God, please fuck me!"

"Is this what you want?" he whispered in my ear between
licks…slapping his thick meat against my cheeks.

"Yes! I want your cock so bad, "I moaned.

"Then you need to suck me first." I greedily took his
cock in my mouth. It was my first cock and he knew it.
"Come on honey, take it deeper. Suck it harder you
fuck." It was starting to get light outside and for a
split second, I worried if others might pass by and see
the old man and his new fuck toy. "Mmmmm, nothing
better than turning a straight guy into my bitch. Suck
me fag."

I gagged on his cock as he began to ram vigorously into
my mouth. I was spitting up and drool began flowing out
of my mouth. "What a good girl," he praised me.

After worshipping his cock, he finally withdrew from my
mouth, whipped me over, and began to enter my ass. I
never had anything in my ass before but my hole opened
up for him fairly easily. He commented that he knew how
to prepare pussy for fucking and all his tonguing,
finger play, and massaging must have worked. As he
began to fuck me.

I felt discomfort when he plowed in but also a deep
tingling, as if he was masturbating my dick from the
inside out. I now realize that he was hitting my
prostrate but he had me believing in my lust-filled
daze that my ass was turning into a pussy. "You like it
when guys fuck your pussy, don’t you?"

"O yes! Fuck my pussy!"

"Whore."

"Oh god, I’m Cumming!" I jerked and spasmed, my whole
body having an orgasm. He just kept pumping away and
laughing at his little bitch.

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A Bad African Experience


June and Ray had been married for a year. Ray couldn't
believe his good fortune to have found a woman as
gorgeous as June. He didn't consider himself very
appealing to women and as a result lacked confidence
when he was around them.

He wasn't a particularly good looking man, and by the
time he reached 25 he still hadn't dated much. He stood
5' 8" tall, was slim, and not too well endowed. As a
result, he all but worshipped June and tried his best
to give her everything she asked for.

Often, he marveled about how beautiful his 22 year old
Irish bride was, with her pale white skin, flashing
green eyes and long, red hair. She was slender and
tall, standing about 5'7" with long, shapely legs, flat
stomach and an incredibly tight ass. Though of medium
size, her boobs were cone shaped, almost pointed, with
a slight up tilt. Her large pink nipples, surrounded by
pale, puffy areolas, stood out prominently when
aroused.

Because her breasts were so firm, she often chose not
to wear a bra, even when she went out in public. She
knew she was attractive and loved to embarrass her
rather straight laced husband by sometimes wearing
tight, see-through cotton tops so that her nipples
could be easily seen by everyone as they jutted against
the thin material of her top.

The only problem with going to Nigeria, where Ray had
accepted a two year contract, was that June just didn't
care for black men, even though her encounters with
them had been quite limited. In her brief experience,
she had found them sweaty, smelly and poorly spoken.
Worst of all, they had seemed overconfident in the way
they spoke to her, almost to the point of being
overbearing and intrusive. She felt uneasy around them
in other ways she couldn't explain.

Still, they had jumped at the chance to go to Nigeria
when Ray's company asked for volunteers. It had been
explained that Ray's wages would be tripled (in
American money), that they would have servants and a
live on a large property secured by a tall fence and
heavy gates. And all for the equivalent of about $20 a
month.

It had seemed too good an opportunity to pass up and
Ray told her excitedly that it was a change to have the
honeymoon they could not afford a year earlier. In
truth, June would have preferred almost any other
destination, but she had kept her fears and misgivings
to herself.

In Nigeria -----

In the beginning, everything went well. As promised,
they lived on a lovely property and had three
domestics, two women and a male gardener. The grounds
were large and full of greenery which June enjoyed
looking after. To their surprise and delight, the
property even had a small swimming pool.

To help pass the time, June decided that she would
attempt to write a book. It also provided her with a
handy excuse for not associating with the wives of the
other white workers, most of whom she found boring and
not her sort. Since their arrival, June had received
many invitations to join various women's groups, go to
morning coffees and other such, but she had declined
most of them, as she felt vaguely uncomfortable around
many of the other wives.

After a few months, June had found it almost impossible
to go shopping. Whenever she went to the village she
would be followed closely by a small group of black men
who would stare at her and make comments amongst
themselves, speaking in a language June couldn't
understand. The situation so unnerved her that she
finally began sending her domestic to do the food
shopping.

As time went on she did establish a friendship with the
gardener, a young man named George whose English was
surprisingly good. He seemed to June to be a proper
permister and was always polite to her and Ray. He often
suggested that she go with him to the weekly market
where they could buy more exotic plants for the yard.
For a long time she resisted, remembering her troubles
while food shopping, but eventually he convinced her
there was nothing to fear and she went with him.

That day she wore a pair of baggy slacks and a very
loose top. Putting her hair in a large bun on top of
her head, she covered it all with a large straw hat.
She had discovered early on that her very pale skin was
extremely vulnerable to the stung African sun and
therefore she always covered herself as much as
possible when outside.

In truth, she knew there was another reamister. Though she
was proud of her body and was by nature a bit of a
showoff and a tease, she realized quickly that, in this
place at least, modesty and caution should be her main
considerations when dressing for any 'public'
appearance.

After a long drive over rutted roads in George's truck,
they arrived at the market and June was pleased to
notice several security guards. Most of the people
there were black and men. George told her he would stay
near the truck and June went off looking, stopping at
the various stalls, amazed at the seemingly endless
variety of plants available.

She was absorbed in studying a group of plants when she
felt hands brushing against her arms, legs and bottom.
When she turned, she saw a wall of black, smiling
faces. She told them by voice and gesture to go away,
but they kept moving forward, their faces grinning,
repeating, "Missy ok, missy ok."

At first she felt their hands lightly touching, but
soon they began to grab at her. Screaming "no" as
loudly as she could, she swung her handbag. She managed
to hit a few of them, but then others moved in from
another direction.

She found herself pushed back hard against a wall. Her
straw hat had come off and she was sweating heavily.
Her hair had come almost completely undone, the copper
colored strands plastered in wet clumps against her
cheeks and forehead. She began to panic as she felt a
hand move under her loose top and grab her left breast.

She pushed back hard, if uselessly, against the man's
strong arm, silently cursing herself for not putting on
a bra before she went out. She was pinned, unable to
free herself from his grasp and he was roughly twisting
her sensitive nipple, which sent a charge through her
entire body. Meanwhile, other hands were working
between her legs, squeezing and rubbing against her
crotch through the material of her slacks.

She screamed out loud again, shouting for George. She
was beginning to think there was no way she could stop
this shameful assault. One of the men had gotten behind
her and lifted her top up so that the men standing in
front could easily fondle her bared breasts.

The men were laughing as they handled both of her tits
expertly and despite herself she was feeling more
aroused when suddenly she heard loud voices and
whistles in the distance. The men a***ing her looked
up, then dispersed quickly when they saw several
security guards led by George moving towards her in a
hurry.

She was shaking badly as she covered herself and tried
to regain her composure. Her large nipples hurt and
were still stiff enough to protrude through her top.
She felt a warm stickiness between her legs and
realized to her utter dismay that she had actually
leaked a bit of juice from her pussy.

When they got back to the truck George lifted her in
and even he took advantage of the situation,
momentarily resting his large right hand full on her
still aching breast. She thought to protest, but
quickly realized George was her only passage to safety
and kept quiet. After the terrible experience she was
just glad to get in the truck and be driven home.

Alone in the safety of her home, she quickly stripped
off her clothing and stepped into the shower. As she
was washing herself under the warm water, she looked
down and noticed that her nipples were still aching and
sensitive to her touch and that gently rubbing the
swollen buds sent a rush of pleasure straight to her
pussy.

Despite feeling extremely confused and conflicted by
everything that had happened that afternoon, she rather
ashamedly began to feel a another type of need, one she
could only relieve by sliding a finger between her
slippery labia until she found her hypersensitive bud.
Replaying the events of that afternoon, she needed very
little friction before those lovely, exhilarating
feelings were flowing through her body.

Her pussy lips were swollen and open and she
desperately wished Ray was there as she pushed first
one finger and then another deep into her slick vagina
and began to pump them in and out. When her orgasm hit
minutes latter it was so violent she almost collapsed
on the shower floor.

When Ray came home that night she told him what had
happened. He was very upset and said he would contact
security, report the event and arrange to have a guard
with her at all times when she went into the village.
She was therefore somewhat surprised and not a little
aroused when he asked her to tell him every detail of
what had happened to her, leaving nothing out.

Sensing that she might be arousing him in some way, she
did as he asked, explaining how she felt when she got
home and how those feelings of intense horniness had
led her to masturbate in the shower. As she hoped, this
turned her husband on powerfully and within moments he
had stripped her naked and was sucking noisily on her
still-sensitive nipples while she held his head gently
in her hands. She reached into his pants, fished out
his smallish cock and began sucking it while he reached
between her legs and massaged he clitoris.

He looked down at her perfect white body, full breasts
and bald cunt and blessed the day he had found her. She
was extremely aroused now, moaning around his cock, and
Ray knew from experience it was time to fuck her. He
kissed her hard as she arched her back, spread her legs
and pleaded, "Fuck me! Fuck me Ray, please hurry, I
need it... now!"

He pounded his cock into her for only a few minutes
when he saw her face blush pink and then felt her body
stiffen and spasm under him as she climaxed. At almost
the same time he bucked his hips forward, burying his
entire cock into her with room to spare. After a few
more strokes, he groaned and spurted a small trickle of
cum inside her. They both lay side by side on the floor
afterward, deeply winded and very relaxed, until they
both fell arelax.

June didn't go too far in the next few weeks and
although Ray did continue to chase up security, nothing
out of the ordinary happened.

One morning, with about nine months left on Ray's tour,
Jane heard a buzz from the front gate. When she
answered, she found it was a security man from the
village. She let in a fat, very short, sweating little
man who introduced himself as Magarshi, the head of
local security.

The first thing she noticed about the poor little man
was his size, he barely came up to her chest. She also
noticed that, like most of the local men, his eyes
seemed to be on every part of her at once. She was
getting so used to this treatment that it hardly
bothered her anymore; indeed, she had almost come to
expect it. And she had been caught a bit off guard that
morning, wearing only a tight pair of short shorts and
a very flimsy, see-through top minus her bra.

When he asked her to go over her assault in the
village, June told him as much as she could without
going into too much detail. He was nothing but polite
as he listened to her story, making notes on a flip pad
while asking the occasional question. He kept taking a
handkerchief out to wipe the perspiration from his
rounded face, which June thought was rather
unattractive.

She finally asked him if he would like a take of
water. He thanked her, saying, "Yes, please, madam."

June felt his eyes on her she walked across the room to
the kitchen, so on her way back with the water she 'put
on the walk,' an ultra feminine movement that
accentuated the sway of her hips and the bounce of her
naked breasts. She smiled sweetly as she bent forward
to hand him the glass. She felt a slight warmth between
her legs, a vague sense of arousal from teasing him his
way. It had been such a long time since she had done
that to any man, she thought.

After making a final notation, he closed his pad and
put his pen in a shirt pocket. When he asked her how
long she and her husband had been there, he was most
surprised to find that they had only about nine months
remaining. He smiled slightly at that, then asked why
she hadn't joined any of the various white women's
circles. She told him, quite bluntly, that she found
most of the women boring.

After a little more small talk he excused himself,
walked back outside to his jeep and drove off. As he
had gotten up to leave June had stolen a quick glance
and was sure she'd spotted a not so small bulge in the
crotch of his shorts. She laughed as she thought about
how she must have really wound the poor little guy up.
Maybe she would have something she could tell her
husband about tonight...in detail.

And she might have, except that Ray came home from work
that day with some rather bad news. For the next six
months, he explained, he was being transferred further
inland. He wasn't allowed to say specifically where,
other than that it was not a safe place for white
women. June was first angry over the new, then began to
argue and sulk, asking him repeatedly if there weren't
some way he could get out of it. And Ray, as always
patient to a fault, answered her repeatedly that, no,
there was no way he could avoid it, the decision had
already been made and it was beyond his power to do
anything about it.

Once Ray was gone, June wondered how she would ever get
through all the months on her own. She tried to work on
her book, but found she was unable to concentrate
enough to make any progress. Only two weeks had gone by
before she became so lonely and depressed that she went
to see the higher ups in the company, complaining
rather loudly about her plight.

Several days afterward she received an angry phone call
from her husband, who warned her to go easy. Word had
already gotten back to him that she was making noises,
he told her, adding that things were touchy enough and
he damn sure didn't need her causing him any trouble
with his bosses. June was near tears when she hung up
the phone; seldom had her husband been so short with
her. After she thought it through, she started to
appreciate the pressure he must be under. There were
probably many things going on that he was not at
liberty to discuss with her. She promised herself that
she would keep a low profile for the remainder of his
absence.

She made one small exception to this rule when she
received and accepted an invitation to a party being
given by the British Consulate. She had been house
bound for three weeks and the loneliness was starting
to wear on her. She thought briefly about bring up
Ray's situation with the British Consulate, but quickly
decided against it.

The evening of the party she was picked up by a black
stretch limo. She had gone to great lengths with her
appearance and she looked stunning in her full length,
strapless red dress, no bra, and four inch spike high
heel shoes - which made her nearly six feet tall,
adding man to her allure. She let her long red hair
hang down loose around her shoulders. She looked at
herself in the full length mirror and smiled happily;
the combination of the red dress and copper colored
hair against all the white skin she was showing made
her look very sexy.

After making small talk at the party for almost an
hour, June was becoming bored. Finally she spotted the
British Consulate and took the opportunity to introduce
herself and speak to him, although she was careful to
leave out any references to her husband's situation.

Several minutes later there was a stir, followed by a
hushed silence, as someone came in. June saw a rush of
people move toward him, everyone wanting to welcome him
at once. June recognized the short man but knew nothing
about him. When she asked the woman standing next to
her who had arrived, she stared at June for a moment,
as if not understanding her question.

Her eye's fixed on June's. "Oh, that is Magarshi," she
said, her voice barely above a whisper. "He's the head
of security for this area, and a very powerful man.
Everyone is extremely wary of him. I suggest you be
likewise." June sensed genuine fear in the woman's
reply and it unnerved her.

Despite the warning, June still had difficulty
accepting that this ugly little man really had so much
power. 'Talk about little and large,' she thought as
she watched him hold forth from across the room. Her
mind thought back to the visit the small security man
had paid her several weeks ago, trying to remember
details. Now she wondered what he had really wanted. A
shiver ran through her and suddenly she wished she had
worn something less enticing.

It wasn't long before he noticed her and came across
the room to greet her. As they exchanged a polite
handshake, she noticed for the first time how large his
hands and fingers were. At least he wasn't perspiring,
she thought. After they had talked for awhile, told her
he had some good news and asked if she would pay him a
visit the next day. Though she felt a bit unsettled by
his offer, she knew rejecting it was out of the
question. He explained that he would send his driver
for her at 11 AM.

After her morning shower, June donned a light yellow
coloured summer dress that buttoned up the front. It
clung to her figure well, pushing her breasts together
to create a nice cleavage. It was short, but not too
short, stopping about six inches about the knees.

Upon arriving at Magarshi's house, June was amazed at
how large it was. It seemed to her almost palatial, at
least in this part of the world. As the car made its
way up the long, semi-circular driveway, June counted
at least three security guards with dogs patrolling the
grounds. Her anxiety began to increase.

Upon her entrance, Magarshi greeted her politely, led
her to a comfortable chair and offered her a cup of
tea. Though she appreciated his civilized manner, it
did nothing to help calm her nerves. After they
finished their tea, he looked directly at her.

"Look June, I'll come straight to the point," he began.
"I am, as I think you understand by now, a very
powerful man. I can get almost anything, how should I
say it, taken care of."

June looked away from him and nodded her head.

He smiled at her, his white teeth standing out against
his black skin. "Since you have been with us for over a
year now I was wondering if you've learned anything
about our African way of life?"

June stared at the remains in the bottom of her tea cup
for a moment. "I-I don't think so. What do you mean by
that?" she asked weakly.

"I mean to ask, have you ever spoken with the other
white women - or girls - about our... sexual habits?"

June looked up at Magarshi. "Yes, I've heard that, ah,
a few of the white wives have black men as their
lovers," she said, trying not to betray the
apprehension she was beginning to feel.

Magarshi's laugh was deep and guttural, filling the
small room. He brought his big hands together slowly in
front of him, the fingertips just touching. "Well, let
me tell you something," he said. "Over eighty per cent
of white females age 12 years and above have had at
least one if not several black lovers."

June tried to stay calm, but her anxiety level was
climbing ever higher. Why was he telling her these
things? "No, I wasn't aware it was that high," she
said.

His chair creaked slightly as he moved forward,
focusing his gaze directly on her. "June, do you love
your husband?" he asked bluntly. June stiffened
slightly, moving her body back. The cat and mouse game
they had been playing was over, she knew. Wherever this
was heading, she didn't like it.

She stared back at the security man. "Yes, of course.
Why would you doubt it," she said evenly.

"He's a lucky man, you know, having a woman like you."
He studied her intently for a moment, as if trying to
measure her in some fashion. Then he said: "Now, I have
to ask, what would you do to save his life, June?"

When the reality of her situation hit, her composure
finally cracked and she began to tremble and cry.
"What? That's not a fair question. I mean, he's OK,
isn't he, he's safe. You wouldn't hurt him?"

"Yes," Magarshi replied calmly, "of course he is, at
least for now. But, how can I say it, things could
always change."

"Let me put this directly, June," he said, his tone
becoming sterner. "I want you to be my lover. If you
agree, Ray will be safe and you'll have nothing to
worry about. If you don't, things might get, shall we
say, very difficult for Ray. We might even find out
that he has suffered a terrible accident. Do I make
myself clear?"

His tone and demeanor left no room for argument. June
felt like she going into shock as Magarshi's message
began to sink in. He had seemed like such a polite
little man; now he was threatening her husband's life!

Presuming her response, Magarshi pulled a business card
from an inner pocket, jotted a phone number on the back
and handed it to her. "That's a private number where
you can reach me," he said. "I'll expect a reply no
later than tomorrow by noon. Please remember what I've
said."

That night a tearful, near hysterical June spoke to her
husband, explaining everything that had happened.

He said he knew because he had already been told. After
assuring her that she was in no way at fault, Ray told
her he loved her more than anything in the world, but
he was also sure Magarshi would make good on his threat
to have him ***ed.

All his earlier anger had been drained away and he
sounded subdued and defeated when he finally told her
that accepting the little man's offer was their only
option. She had never heard her husband sound so
dejected and she cried bitterly after hanging up the
phone.

She called the next morning and told Magarshi that she
had agreed to his proposition. She begged him to not to
do this to her, though she knew her pleas were useless.
He told her she would be picked up that evening and to
make sure she closed up her house as she would be
staying with him for awhile.

She put the phone down and burst into tears once again.
She hated him. He had a reputation as a cruel and
callus man. And he was so physically repulsive. My god,
she wondered, how had she gotten herself into this?

After the limo dropped her off, she rang the bell and a
domestic showed her into a very large, lounge-like
room. After standing there for what seemed like forever
but was only several minutes, she became aware of her
strange reactions.

She had been waiting for this since her call to him
yesterday, dreading it, yet she was acutely aware of
her own arousal, that her juices were flowing. She
tried to dismiss this as Magarshi walked into the room
wearing a purple dressing gown.

He greeted her differently this time, bending his head
and kissing her hand. He told her not to worry, he
would not hurt her; in fact, he assured her, she would
enjoy it. In a wimpy voice, she once again asked him
not to do this, but he paid her no attention.

"June, if you will please come with me," he said and
they walked through several rooms, finally entering one
that had a Jacuzzi. He told her he would be back
shortly and instructed her to disrobe and get into the
Jacuzzi. June did so and found the warm, bubbly water
indeed made her feel relaxed. At that point a domestic
entered the pool room and handed her a crystal goblet.
It contained a potent, wine-like take with a fruity
taste.

Magarshi encouraged her to take it and she quickly
took several large swallows, hoping it would ease her
anxiety. The warm, swirling water and delicious take
began to have the desired effect and June felt deeply
relaxed. About 15 minutes later, Magarshi returned with
a dressing gown similar to his own and told her to put
it on and follow him.

From there they moved down a long corridor and entered
a large room. Magarshi sat on the large, low bed and
told her to remove her gown and turn herself around. He
spent several minutes quietly appraising her body,
murmuring to himself as he admiring her supple curves
and flawless white skin, knowing they were his to do
with as he pleased.

Under normal circumstances, June would have felt sick
and revolted by this act, but instead she was feeling
an increased warmth and relaxation, a sweet lethargy,
as if everything around her was slowing down and she
was focused on the moment. For just a moment, she
wondered if something had been put into her take.

He began by stroking her arms and gently brushing his
large fingers through her long, red hair. He kissed her
neck and ears and slid his hands over her body, causing
her to shudder sorry. She was already sexually
charged from knowing what was going to happen - and
perhaps by her inability to prevent it.

She could feel the familiar signs, her pussy lips
moistening and opening, gently stretching her labia so
that the tip of her clitoris was exposed, longing for
the first delicious contact. She was vaguely aware that
she shouldn't be reacting this way, at least not under
these conditions, but she seemed to have no control
over her body's responses.

He began kissing her, gently at first, then powering his
tongue inside her mouth searching for hers. He found it
and sucked it into his mouth. His hands continued their
slow, steady caress of her body.

Her need had been building steadily, and finally
reached a point that she began removing removed his
dressing gown. She tried to avoid looking at his fat
stomach or anything further below as she undressed him.
Her mind was whirling; she had wondered all night about
this very moment, how it would come about and what she
would find. Ray was of moderate size at best, and she
knew there were men with larger cocks, though her
experience had been rather limited.

Finally she moved her hand below his belly and grasped
his member. It was incredibly warm to her touch, hard
and swollen and so very thick. Instinctively she moved
her head lower, wanting to see it. She'd not seen that
many cocks, and certainly never a black one, or one of
this size. Magarshi must have sensed it.

"Is this your first black cock, June?" he asked gently.
He voice seemed even deeper than usual.

She tilted her head upward. "Yes... yes it is," she
said haltingly. Even as she spoke she kept running her
slim fingers up and down the length of his shaft, her
hand moving in a slow, steady, stroking motion. It was
certainly longer than Ray's, she thought, and it felt
nearly twice as thick. Her body seemed on autopilot as
she slid off the bed onto the floor. Magarshi moved to
the edge of the bed in front of her and spread his
short legs into a V shape.

June continued to stroke and fondled his large organ,
which was now level with her face. She gently powerd
the thick foreskin back down the shaft, exposing the
bulbous, pinkish purple head. This was another first
for her as Ray was circumcised, and she found she
enjoyed watching the dark skin slide back as she
exposed the mushroomed shaped glans. Her rapidly
increasing sexual tension had banished any guilt
feeling to the back of her consciousness. She seemed in
a trace-like state as she brought her head forward,
kissing and licking his throbbing cock head.

After several minutes of this slow, sweet torment her
urge to suck on his big cock was overwhelming. She
opened her mouth and attempted to engulf the swollen
tip, but she found it a struggle. After several tries
she finally managed to fit the head and upper shaft
into her mouth. Still, it was a tight fit and her small
mouth was stretched to its maximum, forming a tight
seal around his organ. As she moved her head slowly up
and down she made wet, noisy slobbering sounds as
trickles of saliva oozed from the corners of her mouth.

Magarshi was in his element, near rapture almost; there
was nothing he loved more than watching a frightening,
defeated white woman like June, a virgin to black cock,
kneeling subserviently before him, obligation and gagging
as she tried to suck his enormous erection into her
sweet little mouth. He leaned forward a bit, reached
down and began rubbing June's breasts, pulling and
squeezing roughly on the ends until her tender nipples
were so inflamed that they stood out like beacons.

He pulled her body up a bit then and spread her legs
until he could reach one of his big hands between them.
His thick forefinger quickly found her distended clit,
rubbing it so hard she wanted to scream out for him to
stop. But her mouth was filled to capacity, filled with
his huge cock, and he just kept rubbing her bud, up,
down and sideways, until her pussy was soaking wet and
hyper sensitive to any touch.

Even in her somewhat altered state, June was surprised
how powerful he was compared to Ray, who was almost
always tender and loving. Magarshi pushed and pulled
her this way and that at his whim; he was always in
charge, doing exactly what he wanted, when he wanted. A
distant part of her consciousness still couldn't
believe she was allowing him to explore her so
shamelessly, but the rest of her seemed to be on sexual
auto-pilot and her arousal kept building. Giving in to
her feelings, she began to enjoy this roughness and
loss of control, reveling in the feeling of being
powerfully used.

She was almost limp when he pulled her onto the bed and
rolled her onto her back. As he pushed he thighs apart
she tried to resist, but it was a token response, a
foolish gesture neither took seriously. Moving between
her spread legs, he grasped his rigid cock by the base
and placed its bloated head against her vaginal
opening. powering the folds of wet flesh apart.

She panted and gasped, fingers frantically rubbing her
clit, as she felt the inside of her pussy being slowly
pulled apart as it grasped the huge mass being powerd
into it. She screamed in pleasure-pain as she felt her
womanhood being ***d, stretched and opened in a way
she had never imagined as he continued to slide himself
ever deeper into her.

Her long legs were wrapped around him and she was
sweating heavily under him, grinding her hips and
grunting shamelessly as she worked to accommodate him.
She felt stuffed, her body impaled, as his cock moved
further into her tight, grasping channel. He was slowly
opening her, reaching places deep inside her, places
she had never known existed, creating an intense
sensation of pleasurable fullness.

By the time his cock finally bottomed out, June was
overwhelmed, gasping and squealing, clawing at his
back, screaming at him to please fuck her faster. But
he kept moving slowly, tormenting her until she
couldn't bear it. She knew, on some far away level,
that she was behaving like a total slut, but that
didn't stop her as she took control, thrusting her hips
forward so fast she almost lifted him off the bed.

When her orgasm hit the feeling was like nothing she
had had ever experienced. From its epicenter deep
inside her it quickly blossomed out in such intensely
pleasurable waves that she feared she might be having a
seizure. She gave herself over to her climax
completely, remaining in its throes, making no attempt
whatever to control her writhing body or stifle the
curses and natural-like shrieks that poured from some
primitive place inside her.

Magarshi was pleased with himself as he looked down at
her disheveled, sweat drenched form. Then he rocked
back on his heels and pulled his still hard cock out of
her spent pussy, which now gaped open. He pulled her
upward against some pillows and straddled her upper
body, putting his slime covered cock into her open
mouth.

He leaned forward, driving himself into her so deeply
that he hit the back of her throat. June, sill only
semi-consciences from her orgasm, began to gag and
fetish pitifully, clawing at the air with her fingers
and making terrible retching noises as a heavy stream
of spittle and bile escaped her lips and ran down her
quivering chin.

At the last moment he eased himself out of her mouth
and she was able to get her breath. She wanked his cock
for awhile, he small hand moving easily up and down its
slippery length. Magarshi grunted, told her he was
going to come and ordered her to put his cock back into
her mouth and start sucking him again. Out of habit,
June started to resist, but quickly thought better of
it.

This is something Ray had never asked her to do, but of
course she had no choice. She had no sooner complied
with his order than she heard him howl and felt his
cockhead begin to pulse. She stared up at him, eyes
wide, as his balls released a huge torrent of vile
tasting black seed. So great was the quantity of cum
that suddenly filled her mouth that June couldn't
swallow it all and began to fetish and cough violently.

"Swallow it bitch, swallow it all," he bellowed.

She had never heard his voice so low or demanding and
it scared her so badly she began swallowing faster,
licking at her scum-coated lips, gulping down the
sticky, awful tasting semen as fast as his cock pumped
it out. She wanted desperately to vomit, but managed to
fight back the impulse until finally his monster
ejaculation ended. Smiling down at her, he squeezed her
face with his hand pushing his middle and index fingers
into her mouth until it popped open wide.

"Open for me, please. That's it, a little wider," he
cajoled. "Now, stick out your tongue. Eh, good girl,
you did swallow all of it." He laughed long and deeply
and the sound of his voice made her shiver. Despite
everything, she felt wonderfully happy, proud of
herself, pleased that she had been able to service him
exactly as he had instructed. Even being called his
bitch made her feel warm inside, because suddenly...
she understood.

June smiled. With Ray, she knew, that would have been
that, and they would have gone to relax. But Magarshi
began to work her clitoris and nipples again, though a
bit more gently this time. When she looked, June
noticed he was erect again, his cock as large and stiff
as if he had never come. June felt hyper aroused and
began to mewl and squirm at the same time she reached
for his cock and began to stroke it.

Grabbing the young white woman, Magarshi, flipped her
over onto her hands and knees. She responded
immediately, spreading her legs, arching her back and
canting her pelvis, exposing her moist, open slit. He
knee walked forward until he was close enough to slide
the huge purple head of his penis up and down in the
furrow of her soaking labia. At this light contact, she
makes a noise between a pant and a groan. He grabbed a
fistful of her beautiful red hair, now matted with
sweat, and jerked her head back.

"What do you want, bitch?" he asked gruffly.

"Please, oh, please...." she whimpered, hoping he will
stop her offense, but knowing otherwise.

He tightened his grip, pulling her head back more
sharply. He found her clit with his thumb and began a
gentle massage, causing her body to shudder. "It's
easy, bitch. Just tell me what you want, what you need,
what all bitches need."

She was beaten and knew it. "Goddamn you, fuck
me...just put your cock in me and fuck me," she panted
in a rasping voice, her tone betraying true
desperation.

Unable to take anymore himself, Magarshi slipped the
head of his swollen cock inside her cunt and began to
push. June grunted loudly as once again she felt the
heft of his massive cock burrowing inside her,
spreading her pussy walls gently apart as it once again
opened her tight channel. For just a moment she felt
the familiar pain-pleasure from before, although it was
quickly replaced by pure pleasure as he grabbed her
hips and increased his motion, pumping his thick shaft
into her more quickly.

June was coming completely unraveled, shaking her head
from side to side and beating her fists against the
mattress, all the while delivering an unbroken babble
of screams, groans and curses. She wouldn't have
thought it possible, but it felt even better this time.
He seemed to have wedged his cock in even deeper, or
maybe he had just hit some new, more sensitive spots
inside her.

Suddenly, there was a new sensation as Magarshi pushed
one of his thick fingers deep into her anus. Earlier,
she might have panicked, but now she just groaned in
pleasure as she felt both his cock and his finger
working inside her, separated by only a thin membrane
of skin. This seemed to take her to another level of
arousal, sending another charge through her already
overheated body. She was dripping sweat and panting
crazily as she looked at him over her shoulder, telling
him in a ragged, gasping voice that she was so close
and please to fuck her faster.

After several more minutes of hard pounding, Magarshi
knew she was close, for he could feel the twitching,
tightening contractions of her internal muscles around
his finger. When June finally went over the edge she
lost all control; her pale, sultry body began to shake
and convulse crazily and she let out a series of high
pitched screams and squeals that echoed off the barren
walls of the room.

Even as she continued to orgasm, Margashi drove his
cock in deep, finally hitting some internal part of
her, then held himself still as he erupted with an
orgasm almost as violent as hers. His heavy balls
contracted and he began to shoot hot, sending thick
streams of potent black seed deep into June's fertile
womb.

Moments later, they both collapsed on the bed, utterly
spent. After awakening from a brief relax, June
snuggled against Magarshi. Her inner thighs were
trembling and a stream of semen trickled from her
vagina, forming a damp circle on the sheet. She looked
at him lovingly and said she'd never been fucked like
that. He smiled and cuddled her close, feeling her
wonderful softness and warmth of her lush body.

"You white women need to have a black lover to teach
you what real sex is like," he laughed. "And now, you
are my lover."

END

"Crawl under the table bitch and eat my cunt or I'll
continue this longer." Dora demanded.

Lucy dropped down from Dora lap on all fours and
crawled underneath. She could see Dora large hairy cunt
underneath her nightgown and pushed her head between
her large thighs. The smell was not as bad as she
suspected as she started running her tongue up and down
her cunt lips.

"A natural cunt just like her lady," Dora said.
"Bitch, bring my bag from the bedroom," she yelled at
Jean.

Lucy continued licking up and down on Dora cunt. Her
own cunt was soaking wet and she needed relief herself.
Dora large thighs were pressing her ears so she barely
heard what Dora had told her lady. She started
working her tongue inside till she found her opening
and started using her tongue as a dildo. She could hear
Dora moaning from above and knew she must be doing a
pretty good job for her first time. Dora was now
grabbing her hair and pushing her face deeper and
deeper in her cunt.

"That's it pet." Dora said patting her head like a dog.
"Fuck my cunt with your tongue. You're almost as good
as your mom."

Lucy heard footsteps and knew Jean must have come back
with the thump of something on the table. She continued
licking till she felt Dora come on her face and started
lapping her lips to get all her cunt juices. She felt
Dora pull her hair till her head was up to her waist.

"I want you to watch this," Dora warned her. "Your turn
will be coming soon."

"Bitch," she yelled at Jean. "Prepare yourself for your
plugging."

Lucy watched as Jean took a black butt plug from the
bag and started pushing it in and out her mouth. When
it was wet, she handed it to Dora and then turned
around and bent over presenting her with a large view
of her ass which she spread wide.

"Shove my plug up my big ass mistress," Jean yelled
from in front. "Fuck my big butt."

Lucy watched in awe as Dora started working the plug up
her lady's asshole. Her lady was moaning as the
intruder made it's way slowly inside with only the end
sticking out. Her lady stood up releasing her large
ass globes.

"Thank you mistress for plugging my large white ass,"
she said.

Dora slapped her right ass cheek.

"Get your butt back in the living room bitch and finish
cleaning what you didn't get to last night," she
demanded.

Her lady immediately dropped to all fours and began
crawling towards the cabin living room area with her
ass swaying to each side. Lucy watched her proceed
around the end of the table.

"Your turn my little cunt. Get your butt up here now,"
Dora commanded.

Lucy immediately crawled out and assumed the position
her lady had earlier.

"Please plug my big ass mistress," she started saying
expecting the same treatment her lady got earlier.

"I only have one plug and your lady has that one,"
Dora laughed. She heard Dora ruffling through the bag
and pulling out a large black rubber dong.

"Spread your cunt lips bitch," she demanded.

Lucy released her ass cheeks and reached down pulling
her cunt lips to the side. She felt something cold at
the entrance and looked to see a black rubber dong
between her legs. The thing was huge as she watched
Dora slowly start working it in her cunt. She was so
wet and loose it had little resistance even though it
was so large it felt as if her whole cunt was filled to
the limit. She had experimented for years putting
carrots and other things in it but never something this
large. If she hadn't been so wet it probably would have
torn her apart.

She felt a hard slap to her ass.

"Get your butt in the bathroom and clean it," Dora
commanded. "It better be clean by the time I come in to
check it out. And don't lose that plug if you know what
is good for you."

Lucy slowly stood up releasing her cunt lips, which
gripped the dildo tightly. She tried to walk but found
she had to get her legs apart like she was walking
sideways as much as forward. She saw some cleaning
tools on the counter and bent over only to feel the
dildo push deeper in her cunt making her struggle to
grab the supplies.

"Hurry up bitch. What's wrong? Can't walk. Maybe I have
to beat that ass of yours again to show you how," Dora
laughed.

Lucy grabbed as much as she could, fearing another
spanking and started moving as fast as she could to the
bathroom. She was horny as hell and wanted nothing
better than to reach down and massage her clit but not
at the cost of her ass. Dora laughter was humiliating
as she proceeded but at the same time was driving her
wild with excitement.

When she arrived in the bathroom, she noticed the place
was a mess and knew she had her work cut out for her.
She started on the shower area scrubbing the walls and
drains and then proceeded to the sink. Her mind
couldn't think about anything but the strange feeling
between her legs and knew she couldn't go back to a
normal life now. She was daydreaming about licking Dora
while cleaning the john when she heard the door open
behind her.

"What! You're not done yet," Dora exclaimed.

Lucy felt a sharp strike on her ass globes pointing
back towards the door and then another one. The pain
was unbearable as she yelled out in pain. Dora had hit
her ass with her own belt.

"Get busy slut and you better hurry up. If I have to
come back in here, I'll use this on those tiny white
tits of yours." She yelled at her.

Lucy heard the door shut and immediately started
cleaning as fast as she could.

Damn her ass hurt but she was leaking uncontrollably
between her legs.

She started dreaming of what Dora would do next...

END

les éboueurs



bonjour,je m'appelle mat,j'ai 20 ans,je suis brun,1m75 70kgs plutôt mignon,je suis hétéro mais j'ai toujours eu envie de me sentir femme.un jour j'étais seul chez moi,mes parents étaient en voyage,j'en profite pour essayer les dessous de ma mère quand on misterna a la porte!
-c'est qui?
-les eboueurs,on vient pour les calendriers.
j'avais enfile une robe a ma mère avec une culotte de satin noir,des bas et un petit bustier,je ne savais plus quoi faire.
-entrez et asseyez vous sur le canapé je suis a vous dans 2 minutes.je me déshabillé vite fait et enfilant un peignoir et je les rejoignis dans la salon.ils étaient deux,un gros moustachu d'une cinquantaine d'année et un magrébin d'une quarantaine d'année,grand parlant avec un fort accent.ils me proposaient leurs calendriers et me raconter leur métier ,je cherchais de l'argent dans un tiroir quand le gros me dit:
-tu es tout seul?
-oui,mes parents mistert en vacances.
-et tu as une soeur?
-non pourquoi?
-parce que tout a l'heure avant de misterner on a vu une belle gonzesse par la fenêtre.
-vous devez faire erreur. J’étais demasqué,je ne savais plus quoi faire quand le gros me pris par le bras et me dit:
-tu sais dans un petit village tout ce sait,alors tu vas te rhabiller en salope et tu va nous montrer tout ca.
j'étais excite mais apeuré aussi.une fois habillé je rentrai dans le salon.
-le gros me regarda salement et m'ordonna d'aller vers lui,
- embrasse-moi
-mais je ne suis pas homo!
-embrasse moi péde ou tout le village va savoir comment tu t'habilles.il pris ma tête entre ses mains et me mit sa langue dans la bouche, je lui rendait mister baisé et il prit ma main et la posa sur sa braguette
-tu sens comme tu m'excites, tu vas me sucer moi et mon pote
mister collègue alla s'assoir a cote de lui sans un mot et ils ouvrirent leurs braguettes tous les deux,je pris le gros en bouche en premier,sa bite était longue mais pas très grosse,je le sentais grossir dans ma bouche et il donnait des coups de reins pour me baiser la bouche,pendant que je le suçais je branlai ali mister collègue ,lui avez une grosse et longue queue.
-allez suce ali pendant que je m'occupe de ton cul.je suçai ali,il avait une bite odorante,j'avais du mal a la suçais ,elle était trop grosse,et il me dit ses premiers mots:-suce bien salope,t'aime ca la bite d'arabe.
pendant se temps la le gros me lécher le cul,j'avais la jupe remontée sur mes fesses et il me doigter le cul.une fois bien préparer il se mit derrière moi et me força l'anus:
-qu est ce que l'on est bien dans ton cul.il me baisé comme un vulgaire tas de viande.je criai de plus en plus et ali me forçait a le sucer.
-ali ca te dirai de baiser le cul d'un petit blanc?
-ah enfin je vais te défoncer pédé
-non s'il vous plait pas ca.ils échangèrent leur place et pendant que je suçai le gros ali rentra d''un coup
-tu la sens bien?
-oui mais doucement je vous en prie.mais plus je me plaignais plus ca les excitait.il me baisait, les seuls mots qui sortait de ma bouche étaient:
-hein,hein....aie.le gros disait a ali:
-vas y défonce le,baise le.je sentais mister ventre claquait contre mes fesse quand le gros se vida sans prévenir dans ma bouche
-haaaa.. avale tout salope.je sentais qu'ali allait bientôt jouir lui aussi parce qu'il augmentait mister rythme et me faisait gueuler de plus en plus quand il sorta de mon cul et me balança tout mister sperme sur le visage.
j'étais par terre le cul béant et le visage plein de sperme qaund il se rhabille ,en me disant:
-on n'avait jamais joui comme ca avant.merci
pour la premier fois je me suis sentis femme et j'ai rendu deux hommes heureux.j'espère que ce n'est que le début.