("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
`6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`)
(_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-'
_..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
(((' (((-((('' ((((
K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
_________________________________________
WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit
material. If you do not wish to read this
type of literature, or you are under age,
PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
_________________________________________
Scroll down to view text
Archive name: Adonis (F+/M, M+/M, s&m, reluc)
Authors name: Waldo Ataboy (ataboy@ameritech.net)
Story title : Adonis
------------------------------------------------------
-= This work is copyrighted to the author © 2000. =-
Please do not remove the author information or make
any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-
commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of
commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration.
------------------------------------------------------
Adonis (F+/M, M+/M, s&m, reluc)
by Waldo Ataboy (ataboy@ameritech.net)
This story is fictional. It has no relationship to anyone I
know, I ever met or anyone I may hope to meet. It came out
of my own sick mind. It's pornographic and should not be
read by anyone who doesn't like this kind of stuff. Also it
should not be read if you are 18 years of age or under.
It's probably not good for you and you are not permitted to
read this story. This story may be copied or saved, if you
want to. However, no charge is permitted. If anyone copies
it or transmit it to another, this statement must be
included.
Waldo Ataboy 7/21/2000
Adonis
I'm not a faggot; let's get this straight right now. I'm
not queer and never was. In fact in high school and in
college we guys when approached by a fairy would make
arrangement to meet him in the alley, presumably to let him
give us a blow job, but in stead we would beat the shit out
of him to teach him a lesson that we did not go for men
with effeminate characteristics. I'm straight, was married,
32 years old, clean-cut, 5'10", watch my weight, exercise
regularly and have a new girl friend, Gail, an attorney.
But let's start at the beginning. I've got a B.A. in
economics. There are not many jobs for a B.A. in economics,
you need a Doctor's degree or at least a Master's to get
hired as an Economist or to be hired in college and a
teacher's degree to teach High School. But since I had good
grades and was a good writer, my professors got me
independent contracts to write studies, such as impact
statements for developers and others needing approval from
governmental agencies for their proposed improvements. My
one-man operation was fairly successful as my reputation in
this exclusive field grew, and this left me with plenty of
free time; I could do the work on my own schedule with my
computer at home, in the library or in the field.
It was through my job that I met my wife, on one of my
early jobs, she was assisting her father on a big
development, and I consulted with her for information I
needed for my study, and one thing led to another, we fell
in love, she got pregnant, we got married. She was
independently wealthy since she was the beneficiary in her
grandfather's Trust and we had a second kid. We lived well,
became members of a country club and I did not cheat, even
though I was tempted on more then one occasion.
But I can't say the same for my wife, I found out she was
cheating on me for at least two years. I can accept her
fooling around with a guy, but no way with my own half
sister. She met her at Easter dinner at our home. My half
sister became a regular guest at the country club and
everyone knew that my half sister was the butch and my wife
was her femme, except me. I only found out when I overheard
gossip at the country club's bar. If they kept it quiet,
maybe, for the sake of the kids plus my well being I would
not have insisted we call it quits; I had no recourse. It
was a friendly divorce about a year ago. She got the house,
the kids, her convertible, but she paid for my membership
in the country club, which I needed for contacts to get
jobs for economic studies by the members. Other then that I
got what I came in with, nothing.
As a member I got use of the health facilities, the
exercise room, tennis courts, the swimming pool, the steam
room, and the ancillary showers and lockers, which I made
extensive use of. It was at the swimming pool that I first
saw him. He was swimming laps. It was an awesome sight; he,
a big, muscled, powerful but graceful man, was slicing
through the water like he was practicing for the Olympics.
I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He emerged wet, grabbed a
towel to dry himself and I now could make out his face,
strong, masculine features, an Adonis. I know what you are
thinking, you think I'm a homo; well, I'm not but even you
would marvel at his good looks. You can imagine the girls
falling all over themselves for him.
When he left the pool I decided to follow him out. After
taking off his tight swimsuit to take a shower he took the
showerhead down the line from where I was taking my shower.
When he turned around I glanced at his cock; it was long
and fat with low hung heavy balls; I couldn't help from
admiring both him and his dick. When he saw me gawking at
him, I immediately looked away somewhat flustered lathered
up and hoped he didn't notice my attention to him.
He left before me and when I left, dried myself off with a
large towel that I wrapped around myself and walked to my
locker. He startled me as he came behind me having dressed,
his pants and shirt were on, and said, "It's very rude of
you to keep eyeing me. Are you a faggot, boy?"
My God, he knew I couldn't take my eyes off him. "No, I'm
no faggot;
I'm straight," I shot back. "I apologize; I didn't mean to
offend. I didn't mean any harm. I'm really sorry," I tried
to explain.
"Bullshit, I know when a queer is trying to make out with
me," he declared, "I'm going to teach you to behave
yourself, you fuck'n asshole," and seized my hand and began
yanking me away. I was intimidated and abjectly did not
resist as he pulled me to a small office just off the
locker room. When we entered the darken room, he switched
on the light, locked the door, led me to a chair next to a
desk in the center of the room and yanked off the towel
around me so I was standing in front of him buck naked.
"What you need, boy, is a good spanking," he said, as he
sat down and pulled me over so that I was lying there bent
over with my ass directly over his lap. I don't know what
was worse, my extreme embarrassment or my trepidation as to
what was to follow.
"Wait a minute," I said and objected by pointing out to him
I did nothing wrong, I wasn't a child for which this kind
of punishment can be directed, I wasn't a pervert who
relished this type of treatment, and it is illegal and
unethical to do this to one who does not consent. He
laughed and responded by a smack with his open hand hard on
my ass. "Yeoh, that hurts," I screamed but wasn't in a
position to object further as he continued slapping away.
My prick, without my consent, contradicted me with an
erection.
Eventually, he wearied of his labors and stopped to examine
his handiwork. "Spread your legs," he commanded me and as I
did he noted my hard on, "You liked it, boy; I knew you
would." I don't know which was more red, my ass from his
spanking, or my face, from my humiliation. "OK boy, you
took it so good, I'm going to give you a treat. Get on your
knees to receive your reward."
I was his and he knew it. No longer having a will to
resist, I obeyed and got on my knees and awaited with great
apprehension my fate and his pleasure. He stood up;
standing before me he extracted his long, fat cock from his
trousers; placed his cockhead to my lips and instructed me,
"Take it in, all the way and suck."
It was big maybe too big, but notwithstanding I complied
with his wishes, and opened my mouth to accommodate him. He
placed a hand on each side of my face to guide that monster
thing down my throat and keep my head at the proper angle
to push it all the way in. I concentrated and swallowed it.
He then drew it out; I took a breath and sucked, but before
it left my mouth he reversed direction and down it went
again. The rhythm increased as I got the hang of it. As he
pumped I knew he was enjoying it from the sounds he was
making. When he finally reached his point of no return he
emptied his balls into my mouth; I greedily consumed his
stuff, very tasty.
"Excellent, you're going to make an accomplished
cocksucker," he praised me as he released me, and put his
cock back in his trousers. As he went to the door he
continued, "I see you have a surging hard on; you can jack
off now," and he watched with a smile on his face as I put
my hand to my cock and pumped; I came on the floor.
Unlocking the door he said as he left, "Nice meeting you.
Maybe we can get together again soon and have a nice day."
After he left I waited until I was sure he was no longer in
the locker room, I got dressed and went home. Thoughts of
him ran through my mind for the next few days even though I
resumed my life as if nothing happened; worked on my
projects, socialized with my friends kept busy, but when I
was alone or trying to sleep I thought of him and
masturbated. I'm no homo; I've never lusted for a man
before and damn it he is a hell of a good-looking son of a
bitch; I have to admit he aroused feelings in me that I
never had before. I purposely stayed away from the country
club so that I wouldn't run into him.
Face up to it, this is not working I thought, I must
confront him and let him know that I'm not gay but want to
be his friend; I don't go for him to use me as his sex toy.
My only recourse is to reason with him and to explain how I
feel and to this end I went to meet him at the club. In the
cocktail lounge I didn't at first see him and went to the
bar; ordered a drink to wait for him to possibly show up.
He came in with a group of his friends, saw me and waived
for me to join them. I shock my head, no, as I wanted to
see him alone, to explain to him that which I rehearsed in
my mind to straighten him out as to my proposed
relationship with him.
Seeing that I wasn't going to come to him and join his
group, he obviously excused himself and with a tall,
slender young lady and they came walking over to me. He,
impressive as ever, and she, strikingly beautiful, with a
miniskirt with slits on the sides and high healed boots to
just below the knees settled on each side of me at the bar.
"I'd introduce you to my finance, but I never did get your
name at the last time we met," he explained and patted me
on the ass.
"Alfred, but you can call me Al," I introduced myself.
"Dee is my girl friend's name and I'm Peter, but you can
call me master," he laughed. I didn't think this was funny
and wondered how much he told his finance about me. "Dee's
a sadist; she would like to work on your ass. I hope you
don't mind," and saying this he took each of my wrists in
each hand and held me firmly as Dee behind me slid each
hand around me in front and unbuckled my belt; she pulled
down my zipper and lowered my pants and shorts to my thighs
exposing my ass and penis.
"No don't, stop this immediately, this is not my thing," I
complained, but my objections didn't deter either of them
in the least.
"Let's take the faggot in the back room where I can work on
him," Dee suggested, "Otherwise the others will want to
join in on the fun; we can keep him to ourselves," and she
bound my hands to my sides with a nylon cord that she took
out of her purse. Pete pulled me by my tie, as Dee
positioned herself behind me to shield me from the view of
the others in the room and they led me to a side room from
the lounge. Dee locked the door behind her.
"Now wait, I don't go for these sex games, I don't consent
to this, I just want to talk," I insisted.
"I'm gone to shut the pervert up," Dee informed Pete and
forced her handkerchief in my mouth; pulled my tie off and
wound it around my head to hold her gag in place with a
knot in the back. " I want to see how this piece of shit
looks naked before I work him over," Dee declared. I
couldn't preventing them from completely disrobing me; Pete
untied my hands and held them while Dee removed my clothes
piece by piece until I was completely nude. Dee retied the
rope around my hands making me completely helpless.
Satisfied, Dee asked Pete, "Honey, can I borrow your belt
so that I can get my jollies?"
"Sure, you're welcome to it," Pete responded and proceeded
in pulling it out from the loops in his trousers and
handing it over to his beloved but degenerate finance. She
made good use of the belt, as she placed a well-directed
lash across my ass. It hurt, I nearly jumped out of my
skin. I didn't have time to recover before I got a second
and a third. It was too much the pain was excruciating and
she showed no mercy as she gave me the worse lashing that I
ever had. Wonder of wonders my stupid prick seem to relish
the ordeal and stood at attention to show its respect.
"Look at his dick," Dee pointed out to Pete, "the weirdo
certainly appreciates good work. Let's see if we can get
some good use from him," and she directed me to my knees,
removed my gag, turned around, lifted her miniskirt, pulled
off her panties and said, "Lick my asshole, boy and you
better do it right or I'll whip you so you never sit
again." No way was I not going to comply. As she held her
ass cheeks apart, I dug in and pressed my tongue into her
asshole and licked, smelled and tasted that location and
she seemed to enjoy it by humping me in my face.
Being adequately stimulated by my endeavors at her rear she
decided that it was time to change location and turned
around for me to continue by the front way and pushed my
face unto her pussy for me to satisfy her there. Lapping up
her juices she bumped and grinded in my face and she held
me in place by a firm hold on my ears. I caught a breath
whenever I could. The smell and taste of her was
overpowering but I did the best I could to both satisfy her
and myself. I finally hit pay dirt as she shuddered with a
yelp when she climaxed.
Exhausted, she generously turned me over to Pete for me to
minister to his lewd disposition. "I know he's a good
cocksucker, but let's see how good he takes it up his ass,"
Pete commented as he turned me around and bent me over.
Placing a dab of Vaseline on my asshole and rolling a
rubber on his long, thick member, he pressed it against my
rear orifice seeking entry. I couldn't deny him and relaxed
as it slowly pushed its way in. It hurt at first but became
pleasurable as he pumped in and out satisfying both him and
me. "He's doing so well we should let him come when I
come," he said to Dee. She agreed and held my dong so that
when he came so did I on the floor.
"You definitely made a mess," Dee said to me and continued
"Clean it up, get dressed and we'll see you around. It was
certainly nice to meet you. Bye." With these departing
words they left me to contemplate my future with them.
It took me a week to recover from this session. I wish to
reiterate I'm not a fag, I'm not a pain slut, and I don't
go for this stuff. However, I have to admit during the week
late at night in bed, I would go over the events that
occurred, I would think of Peter, that bastard, and
masturbate.
At the club I had a meeting with some club members,
developers on a project that needed approval from the
planning department of the local authority. When the
meeting broke up I went to the bar at the club for a drink.
Peter appeared along side of me, patted me on the ass, and
said, "Hi, how's thing going?"
"OK," I answered.
"I want to apologize for my fiance, admittedly she's a
bitch but I love her. She sometimes gets carried away, but
after all it's only clean fun. I hope you don't take her
seriously," Peter explained. This guy must be kidding I
thought; are we on the same planet? Clean fun, he sez, I
wonder what she's like when she gets serious. He continued,
"I like you; I wanted to let you know of a job that I heard
of that may be down your alley. It's a Fund; part of a 401K
and they're looking for an analyst who can determine the
viability of companies on the exchange to invest in. If
you're interested I can give you a letter of introduction."
Interested, hell yes I'm interested and I let him know.
"Come on over to my place tomorrow night around eight and
I'll give you the letter. Incidentally, I'll tell Dee to
cool it, after all you have feelings too," saying this he
handed me a card with his address.
Dee answered my ringing the doorbell when I showed up at
eight. She let me in and gave me the letter, which was on
the table in their vestibule. Putting it away in my jacket
pocket she invited me in for a drink. I couldn't refuse
considering his kindness and I followed her into the living
room where Peter and another couple were drinking and in
deep conversation. Upon seeing me they stood up to be
introduced. Since all were drinking Dry martinis that was
OK with me and Dee got one for me. David, that was his
name, asked what I did and before I could tell him Dee
piped up to my surprise, "He's a submissive; he gets a kick
out of being spanked, whipped and humiliated. He loves to
be forced to suck and fuck"
Dumbfounded, I was too shocked to say anything but just
stood there with my drink in my hand not knowing what to do
or say. Nancy, David's wife spoke up, "I've heard and read
about submissives but never met one. I wonder how they can
possibly enjoy it and submit. Is he really a true
submissive or are you kidding me?"
Peter got up sidled over to me, took my drink from my hand
and whispered in my ear, "Why don't you be a good sport and
give our guests a demonstration," and worked my jacket off.
Of course I objected but he ignored me. I wondered to
myself, did he plan this for his guests all along?
This was too much and said, "No way, I won't participate,"
but before I could object further, Peter holding my wrists,
Dee behind me forced a rubber ball in my mouth and pulled
the leather straps attached to it around my head and tied
the ends so I that I was effectively gagged. She then
reached around me in front, unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned
and unzipped my fly, and with her hands on both my sides
pulled my pants and short down. My treasonous prick made
its appearance, sticking out with an erection in its full
glory notwithstanding my wishes to the contrary.
"See what did I tell you, he's aroused already and we
haven't even started yet," Dee declared. She secured her
leather strap that she kept in her sewing basket and showed
it to Nancy no doubt for her approval. "He'll love this,"
she told Nancy and took it back and gave me a hard swipe
with it across my ass. Damn, it hurt, and showing no
compassion she gave me two more. "Do you want to try it?"
she asked Nancy.
"My goodness, may I?" Nancy questioned back, and Dee handed
her the strap. Nancy was a quick learner, and she applied
the strap with a number of painful strokes to my rear end.
"This is fun," she asserted and further remarked, "Why
don't we strip him naked, he'll probably like that being a
submissive." They wasted no time on her suggestion and Dee
and Nancy proceeded on removing my clothes as Peter held my
hands so that I couldn't resist. They completed their task
by securing my hands to my sides by cuffing them and
attaching each cuff to a ring on a belt that they placed
around my waist. I was now naked with a gag in my mouth, my
hands bound to my sides, defenseless and humiliated with my
prick straight out demanding attention.
"Let's clean out his tush so that the boys can ream him
out," Dee said and she and Nancy pulled me into the
bathroom. Taking out of a drawer an enema bag Dee proceeded
to fill it with lukewarm water. They forced me to bend over
and Nancy held the enema bag up high while Dee inserted the
greased nozzle up my ass and released the water into me. I
was required to hold it in for five minutes and then they
let me sit down to empty my bowels. They repeated the
process two more times to make certain my anal canal was
perfectly clean. Dee placed a dab of Vaseline on her two
fore fingers and pushed the stuff up my ass to make entry
easier for an intruder and led me back into the living
room.
Back in the living room I was presented to Peter and Dave
who missed me. "Hi lover boy, are you ready for some
action," Peter greeted me. Having a gag in my mouth I could
not respond but my raging hard on spoke for me. Peter
patted me on my ass and said to Dave, "He likes it up the
rear, be my guest and enjoy." He bent me over so that
Dave's cock was in back and I was facing Peter's crotch in
front. Peter extracted his impressive lance, removed my
gag, and placed his cockhead to my lips, David, at the
other end and with a rubber on put his spear on my asshole
for they evidently were going to launch their attack
together.
Peter grabbing my face with both hands to secure the proper
angle and said, "Gung Ho," and they both pushed in unison.
Both were going all the way in and withdrawing together and
their moans and groans disclosed their pleasure. I was
taking it both ways and have to reluctantly admit that it
felt rather good and was proud of the fact that I was
pleasing both of them simultaneously. They fucked me
together and came together and I swallowed Peter's tasteful
contribution to my ordeal.
The guys being through with me turned me over to the gals,
who thought it a good idea to also make joint use of me.
Dee with her strap encouraged me to drop to my knees to
service Nancy who lifted up her dress and discarded her
panties and my face was brought into contact with her
pussy. Simultaneously, Dee also lifted her dress and
discarded her panties, and affixed a double dildo strap-on
to her pussy half in and half out which she pressed to my
asshole. As Dee buggered me Nancy pushed my face in her
pussy so that I had to lick it and their moans and groans
was even noisier then their husbands. As to which pair I
enjoyed more, it would be hard to say, each had its strong
point and after all, none of this was in my control. The
climaxes of the girls were definitely louder and had more
gusto.
I was a mess. My face besmirch with Nancy's love juices, my
ass striped by the whip, and stretched by their use of it,
but worse of all my cock with a raging hard-on was
demanding to participate. Dee observing my condition felt
some compassion for me. "He served us well and earned a
reward," she said and had me stand up between her and Nancy
and instructed her, "You take him in the front and I'll do
the rear." Dee inserted two fingers in my asshole and
wiggled them and Nancy held my prick firmly and I pumped
and with great relief ejaculated into a napkin that Nancy
held with the other hand.
"Good show," Peter said. "Why don't you wash up, get
dressed and join us for a midnight snack at the Howard
Johnson, not far from here. We'll wait for you so that we
can all go together."
It was at the Howard Johnson that I learned that his
employer was transferring Peter to San Francisco and this
was the last I would see him and Dee. I never had the
opportunity to thank him for his Letter of Introduction
since with it I did secure the new job, which permitted me
to wind up my contracts for economic studies, but the new
job afforded me a larger income and I did not have to
concern myself in scrounging up new work. I did miss them.
I know what you are thinking. Well it ain't true. I'm no
pervert. I don't go for that stuff. I hereby certify I'm no
faggot, I affirm that I'm no pain slut. I deny that I now
or ever consented to what they did to me. Their abuse and
humiliation of me violated my desires and wishes. When I
think back when in high school and college my friends and
I beat the shit out of homos I am proud and do not regret
what we did.
As I was reclining on the veranda of the country club
reading the paper, drinking an iced tea and relaxing I
looked up at the tennis courts near by. I saw him; he
was a large muscular man with a powerful backhand.
Notwithstanding his huge size he moved across the court
with the speed and grace of a gazelle returning the ball
to his adversary; he was good looking. He was an Adonis.
I couldn't help but watch him and when he was through with
his game and went in to the locker room to shower and get
dressed, I decided to follow after him and check him out
naked in the shower.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Kristen's collection - Directory 6