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Authors name: Waldo ataboy (ataboy@ameritech.net)
Story title : Grievous Mistake
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(c) Copyright 2000 - Waldo ataboy - This story is
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ever met or anyone I may hope to meet. It came out of
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Grievous Mistake (MM, org, nc, s&m)
by Waldo ataboy (ataboy@ameritech.net)
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"You're totally predicable; you never take a chance or
do anything unusual, no, I won't marry you. You're
boring and I want some spice in my life." With that
Sydney refused my proposal for the umpteenth time. I've
been going with Sydney for maybe two years and asked her
again to marry me. Even though she's an assistant
prosecutor working for the Feds, she's very attractive
with a lot of self-assurance, I love her and I wasn't
going to give up.
My name is Rick, for Richard P. ---------- III, my
family goes back to the revolution war, graduated in
electrical engineering and write programs in C+ and Java
and make a good living at it. But I admit it; I like a
set routine. I like things well organized. I didn't
know what Sydney was talking about.
It was my daily habit after work, to leave early since I
normally finish my part of the program before the other
members of the team have done theirs. I go to the gym
just around the corner from my job and workout. After
my shower I go to the bar near by and on the right, have
a beer and chat with patrons and the bar tender and then
take the subway home. Nothing exciting but it is fine
with me.
However, with Sydney's criticism I decided to do
something different. First I went to work with a flashy
blazer and a bright red tie. After gym I did not put my
tie back on but to be more comfortable I put it in my
top pocket of my jacket on the left, half in and half
out to give myself a debonair appearance. Instead of
turning right which I normally do, I went left to a bar
poorly lit up with a small sign. It was darker then the
normal bistro I go to and only had a few male patrons
sitting at the counter drinking and talking between
themselves. I sat down on a stool and tried to get the
attention of the bar tender. Finally he saw me and
obviously peeved since I was interrupting his
conversation with a customer and after I ordered he
pushed over a bottle of beer with a dirty glass for me
to pour into it myself. I started drinking direct from
the bottle and regretted my coming in here.
In came a large man dressed in a dark leather jacket,
biker's cap and blue jeans together with a woman,
dressed in dark men's clothing, a fedora, and to whom
everyone there seemed to know and acknowledge in quiet
obsequious. They sat down at the counter on both sides
of me. The bar tender gave them his immediate
attention; they ordered whiskey with a water chaser that
he immediately served them in clean glasses and left the
bottle of the most expensive brand for their
convenience.
"My name's Harry, what's yours?" He asked.
"Rick," I answered back.
"Let me order you a real drink," he said as he motioned
to the bar tender who knew what to do and brought me a
clean whiskey glass and a glass of water. Harry poured
me a shot. "You're new around here. Drink up and tell
me what you do," he instructed me. He was definitely
arrogant, but I was willing to overlook his bossy
manner, and gave him a short summary of my job. "Meet
my wife," he said in respect to the lady on the other
side of me.
"Hi," she said, "Aren't you a little warm in that fancy
blazer?' and nudged it off and placed it on the counter
for the bar tender to hang up and she further cuffed my
hands behind my back.
To say I was surprised at her presumptuous behavior
would be an understatement and complained, "Stop, what's
going on?" She pushed into my mouth a ball gag and
affixed the straps attached to it at the back of my head
preventing me from further objecting.
She turned to her husband and said, "Harry, let's get
the faggot in the car, we got company coming for supper
tonight."
He said to me, "I've never seen you here before at Al's
gay bar; is this your first time? I got your signal
with your red tie. Must bottoms use a red bandanna in
their left coat pocket? Just coming out of the closet?
I couldn't locate any of my regular bottoms for supper
tonight but you'll do," and he pulled my pants and
shorts down to my hips. "Very nice, I like my boys
cut," he said as he noticed I was circumcised. I got a
hard on as he placed around the base of my cock a
leather ring. "I don't want you to have a premature
ejaculation in the car," Around my neck his wife
fastened a collar with a ring, and attached a leash to
it. Handing her husband the leash he march in front and
she came behind and swiped me with a crop on my bare ass
to encourage me to move out. His wife took my blazer,
he left a hundred dollar bill on the counter for the tab
and the bar tender gave me a thumbs up and a smile as we
departed through the back door.
In the alley stood a big black limo, as we approached a
muscular black chauffeur opened the back car door, but
there was no seats in the back; instead was a thick mat
with a bar in front. With the crop the wife convinced
me to crawl in and attached the leash to the bar so that
I was in the car on my knees face down. Being
handcuffed I was immobile, ass up in a bent position.
The limo had a central section where Harry and his wife
sat in comfort having a drink and off we went.
We arrived about a half an hour latter at the gate of a
large house in the suburbs, the chauffeur clicked the
gate open and down we went on a long drive to the front
door, Harry and his wife, got out and enter the house
through the front door. The chauffeur, however took me
around to the back to the garages, he clicked the garage
door open; he drove in clicked the door close and then
went and took me get out of the limo.
"I always sample the Judge's new faggots," he said. "On
your knees boy," and he let me have it hard across my
ass with a crop. I thought it well advised to get on my
knees.
He removed my gag and I protested, "There's been a
mistake made here, I'm no..." I got no further since he
shoved his impressive cock into my mouth. I was in no
position not to cooperate. Using my ears for leverage,
I accepted his black massive cock all the way down my
throat and concentrated not to gag; I sucked each
withdrawal with vigor and zest. He must have
appreciated my efforts since he came copiously in my
mouth and I swallowed his offering.
The chauffeur, whose name incidentally was Max, although
big and muscular, was gentle and talkative, explained to
me how lucky I was to have my captor select me to not
only use for himself and his wife but also to amuse his
guests. He told me that Harry, my captor, was a very
important man, a judge on the appellant bench, and was
well known to select only the best and accomplished
faggots for his pleasures. Max further warned me, he
was loyal to his employer and I better not screw up in
performing as required or I would wish I was never born
after he was through with me.
After Max was through with me, he brought me in by way
of the rear entrance into the kitchen, turned me over to
a cute, slender maid, who appeared to be 18 or 19 years
old, and dressed in a short maid's uniform. Naked with
a cock ring on my prick, my hands cuffed to my sides, in
a state of desperation and embarrassment, with leash in
hand I was led by her through the kitchen to a large
bathroom.
"There's been a terrible mistake, I'm not a faggot," I
told her.
"Don't play coy with me," she said, "I know all you
faggots feign resistance, to heighten your appeal, but I
know better. You're not going to play that game with
me."
"But it's true," I insisted.
"Bullshit," she said, "Max told me that you give great
head." With that she painfully applied the crop to my
ass to stress the point. On the fifth blow, I got it
and gave no further complaint. I became a willing
participant and offered no further resistance to her
persuasive efforts on my behalf.
After my cock ring was removed, I was administered with
three enemas, given a shower, shaved from my shoulders
down except for the hair above my penis and dusted with
talcum powder. During my cleanup, the butler, a middle
age man, entered and was looking me over.
"Max was raving about the prowess of the new faggot," he
said to the maid, "Do you mind if I try him out?"
"It's OK with me if you hurry it up, I want to rest him
up for the Judge and his guests' amusement after
supper," she answered him.
The maid reattached the cuffs with the belt so that my
hands were affixed to my sides making me defenseless.
She also reinstalled my collar with the leash attached
so that she could direct me in any way she chooses and
she choose to pull me forward so that I was bent so that
my ass was presented for the butler to make full use of
it. She smeared my asshole with a jelly like substance
and spread my ass cheeks for the butler and said to him,
"Enjoy." He pressed his cock clothed with a rubber
against my asshole and notwithstanding my attempt to
deny him entrance; he trespassed and pushed his damn
cock all the way in. It hurt at first but when he
rubbed my prostate I began to enjoy the novel
experience. He enjoyed it also as he pumped away to his
final climax.
The butler assured me that I would be satisfactory for
the evening's entertainment and suggested we get
together again at some time in the future. The maid on
seeing my erection said, "I will not have anything to do
with that hard on," and with her thumb and finger
clicked the head of my cock causing it to return from
its rigidity. "You must maintain your vitality for
later," and placed my prick and balls in a leather poach
that was locked in place by straps and with a small lock
in the back. "You may not masturbate before they are
through with you," and saying this she led me to a small
bedroom where she gave me a sandwich and a glass of milk
and put me to bed to rest until called.
Being awakened from my fitful sleep, the maid shook me,
removed the leather pouch and said, "It's time, get up,
they're going to want you now before their bridge game."
I was led into the game room where the Judge, his wife
and two guests were having there after supper brandy.
The Judge stood there in all his magnificent glory, a
brandy in one hand and a mean looking strap in the
other. But that wasn't the shocker; it was Sydney, she
was one of the guests for bridge.
Being brought before them naked with a prominent
erection, the Judge introduced me to Sydney and the
other gentleman, "This is Rick, and he is my latest
bottom and has volunteered to donate his services for
our pleasure."
"Oh my," said Sydney, "He's a friend of mine and I never
knew. I wish I had known for I could have had lots of
fun with him."
"Well, if he is yours, should I continue to soften him
up?" the Judge asked Sydney.
"Sure, why not, if this is what he wants, go to it," was
Sydney's reply. With that the maid pulled me forward
with the leash so I was bent over with my ass demanding
attention, the judge let me have it across my ass with
that mean strap.
"Yeoh," I screamed, "Stop, there's a big mistake as to
me," and a second lash landed. "No, no, no," I
hollered, "Please stop," and a third and a fourth and a
fifth found their mark.
"You're doing great," said the judge and continued with
his beating. I was won over and was completely willing
to comply to do his bidding. The judge sensing I had no
longer a will of my own pushed me down to my knees
extracted his huge cock from his trousers and placed it
to my lips. "Suck," he commanded and I accepted it
having been convinced by superior logic that this was
for me. Sydney and the others must have been impressed
with my ability to take it all the way down for I could
hear their words of astonishment. He finished me off,
and I swallowed the product of his gonads.
Being finished with me the judge turned me over to his
gentleman guest who exercised his prerogative to follow
a different path for my submission. He pulled me up,
turned me around and bent me over and sent his dick
through the orifice before him to satisfy his pleasure.
Since the butler previously traveled that avenue, I was
familiar with such an intrusion and accepted the new
traveler, not that I had any say so in the matter.
When he was finally satisfied, I was presented to the
women to exercise their will on me. Sydney and the
judge's wife were in an embrace and Sydney decided to
use me as part of their lovemaking. Holding the judge's
wife with one hand Sydney pushed me down to my knees and
inserted my head into the crotch of the judge's wife who
was lost in reverie. I lapped up her juices to fulfill
my mission. The judge's wife had an uncontrolled wild
and verbal orgasm. Sydney demurred any further use of
me stating she had plans for me that she will implement
in the future.
I was now dismissed from any further use, and the judge
instructed the maid, to release me from the restraints,
jack me off, clean me up and get me dressed. After a
small repast to sate my hunger I was to be sent home so
that I could go to work the next day. The judge said to
me, "You did good boy and don't forget to leave your
address and phone number so that I can call upon you
again. Good night and we will get together again soon."
Sydney said, "I'll call, see yaw," and gave me a big
smile. The four of them sat down at a card table to
play bridge.
When the chauffeur drove me home he complemented me,
"You did great, you lucky dog, and the judge will
certainly want to make further use of your talents." I
had mixed feelings as to what transpired this day. I
have to admit it was unusual and different and concede
reluctantly, it did give me some satisfaction in knowing
that I satisfied others together with a little pleasure
on my part but unhappily I knew Sydney would never
consider marrying me now.
At work, although I got my work done, and wrote my
required lines of program satisfactorily, I could not
get out of my mind the ordeal that I was put through. I
knew I would never be able to face Sydney; how could I
explain to her I wasn't a faggot or didn't go for that
shit that the judge laid on me? Oh well, I thought,
probably we will never get together again or if we did
it would never be on the same intimate relationship.
It did not come, as a surprise when she didn't respond
to my message I left on her answering machine that I
wanted to at least explain that it was all a mistake. A
week later it was a surprise when I got a message by E-
mail that I was invited over to her place on Thursday 7
PM for supper alone and after supper we can do a scene.
What's a scene, I thought. With trepidation, I accepted
by E-mail response.
We had spaghetti, a tossed salad, oil & vinegar, and
Chianti wine to drink; I don't know why, Sydney is not
Italian, supper was great, and around about eight
(pardon the rhyme) we went into the living room for the
scene, (what in the hell is a scene?) During supper and
in the living room I tried to explain the mistake. I
assured her I was no faggot and our session in the
judge's house was nonconsensual. She listened but just
gave me a half smile and a dubious look as if to say,
"Who do you think you're kidding?"
On the table she showed me a whip, cuffs, a ball gag,
the whole bit and said, "Let's get on with the scene.
Drop your pants and bend over and let's get started."
She took the whip to begin. But I wasn't going to let
her get away with this and grabbed the whip away from
her and threw it into the corner. She was dumbfounded
and I pulled her over to the couch, sat down on it and
forced her over my lap and with her dress up and ass
exposed I let her have it hard; I slapped her tush. .
"Hold on there, what are you doing? This is not the way
we are to do the scene," she cried.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time, now I'm going
to have fun," I explained and kept slapping her ass.
Her agitation on my lap caused my cock to come alive.
She lurched and jerked up and down with each slap but as
her ass developed a nice red glow her crouch got wetter
and wetter and she stopped resisting.
"My god, Rick what have you done to me. I can't take
any more of this. Please stop, master," Sydney begged.
By god, I have her I thought, I stopped slapping her but
pushed her down to her knees in front of me, and she
stared at my tented up trousers directly in front of her
eyes.
"You know what you have to do, now do it," I commanded
her. She knew. She unbuckled my pants wiggled my pants
down so that my enlarged prick sprung out; greedily took
it in her mouth and sucked. I helped her being very
accommodating and sunk it to the depths of her throat
and on the sixth lounge released my love juice for her
to digest.
Discarding my pants, which were already at my ankles
together with the balance of my clothes, I striped her
of all her clothes, and the two of us naked went to bed
to continue our lovemaking. I licked both her ear and
neck and simultaneously inserted my two fingers in her
cunt; she was lost in ecstasy as her orgasm swept
through her. Exhausted we both took sleep to recover
from our passion. In the middle of the night her
bringing my cock back to life by her licking it awakened
me. I pulled her up, got on top of her, and fucked her
in the old fashion way, minister style. When we were
through we fell back to sleep.
The next morning I work up by the smell of coffee and
bacon emanating from Sydney's kitchen, I stealthily
sneaked a look, and spied her cooking breakfast.
Washing and shaving quickly (she had shaving equipment
in the bathroom including a brand new toothbrush) I
joined her in the kitchen.
"Oh you're up. I was just coming in to wake you. I
took the liberty of preparing breakfast for the two of
us. I hope you like scrambled eggs and bacon," she said
with a smile. It hit the spot, and I ate and drank
coffee like a ravishing wolf. We made small talk as if
nothing happened in bed the previous night. Eventually
she got to the point and said, "I know you got carried
away last night and we can be good friends, but you
won't do what you did again."
"Oh contraire, we will never be friends again, no from
now on you will submit to me and I intend to continue to
spank you when I believe you need it. From now on we
are going to be lovers. You belong to me to enjoy and
play with whether you like it or not." She groaned but
did not contradict me. "Come here and give me a kiss, I
got to go to work, and I'll see you tonight," I told
her. She hesitantly came over and we kissed.
I kept my word and she got spanked and fucked for the
next two weeks. After one of our sessions I told her,
"I'm no longer going to ask you to marry me; we are
going to get married, it's just a question of when and
where." She said she would arrange for me to meet her
parents. The judge and his wife were invited to the
marriage ceremony and gave a very expensive wedding
gift.
All's well that ends well. Shakespear.
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