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Miss Patty & Duke
by duke (duke9555@hotmail.com)
***
A man's phony persona is revealed by his wife's teenage
lover. (Fm, ped, v, voy)
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Sometime in the 80's in NYC...
I'm duke, a king of New York's nightlife... at 35 I was
owner of a large nightclub-disco and husband of the
beautiful Jane, a 32 year old heiress to a great
garment center fortune.
The club, 'The Black Cat' was home to all the disco
queens and denizens of New York's night scene.
Klub Kids they were called, they were all around 15 to
17 years old far too young to be legally clubbing - but
our door policy vis-a-vis these kids was loose, if they
were 'beautiful' they were allowed in - they added to
the aura of the club many thought. Many of the Klub
Kids gravitated to my garden apartment some afternoons,
to shower and partake of a little coke... the fuel that
drove New York's nightlife at that time.
I permitted this because I thought the kids attracted
many adult paying customers who doted on these
beautiful lost children of the night.
This particular afternoon only one Klub kid was in my
apartment with my wife Jane and I.
(A side note: Jane at this time was 5' 6" and 34B - 24-
38 with a beautiful head of thick blonde hair to go
along with her big blue eyes.)
Jane, I knew perfectly well was with me because I owned
"The Black Cat" and had easy access to coke. I didn't
fool myself on that score. I wasn't so foolish that I
thought I alone could attract such a prize as the
sexually alluring and tempting morsel known all over
New York as Jane.
I wasn't an unattractive sort-but nothing special in
the looks department to be sure... I was about 5' 9"
and 160 pounds with no noticeable musculature but no
flab either, just an average Joe, with an everyman's
face.
For the sake of the club and my ego I affected a loud
and blustery manner befitting a man all called 'duke'.
I had thought my actual timid personality wouldn't
command the respect my position as a club owner
required.
The Klub Kid prattling about my seven room garden
apartment today was named 'miss Patty' a 15 year old
queen, he was a runaway kid from somewhere in the
Midwest who I felt a bit sorry for - to be so young and
alone in a big city with no home and no parents... was
a sad tale.
He was an inch or two shorter than I and a few pounds
lighter, a lithe adolescent physique I thought at the
time. Not at all out of place with his feminine
demeanor and affectations... he sported eye makeup
which accented his blue eyes wonderfully. He was
strikingly effeminate in all matters, the way he held
his cigarette the way he minced about in a decidedly
girlish manner all bespoke the New York queen. He was
very much more the 'girl' than the boy he actually was.
Though Jane and I often engaged in three ways with
virile young lads Miss Patty didn't strike me as the
type who would be interested in females - other than to
chat with about makeup and clothing. - Or so I thought.
I came down from the upstairs den to fetch something in
the kitchen, when I spied Miss Patty in the kitchen
with Jane, in the hall mirror I could see them quite
clearly, Patty was standing very close to Jane and they
appeared to be in an animated conversation.
I hung back a little to observe, I saw Patty's hands go
to Jane's shoulders, as if for the first time I took
note of Patty's appearance, his form fitting jeans were
as tight as fashion of the day permitted his white T
shirt was loose by comparison, his firm young buttocks
was apparent as were his lean thighs and calves, I saw
why he was the cynosure of many of the adult gay males
in the club.
I sensed Jane was resisting some overture from Patty as
he dove towards her to kiss her she backed up slowly
placing her ample ass on the small kitchen counter. She
was wearing a light tank top and loose fitting shorts
on this warm summer's day. I inexplicably got a sudden
rush of jealousy and self righteous anger at this
surprising development.
Why the very nerve of this little street urchin! I
thought indignantly - here was a gay boy taking
advantage of my more than generous hospitality -
hitting on my wife while I was in the house to boot.
I thought this was a chance to put on my 'tough guy'
act for my wife and scare the shit out of a little gay
boy - two birds with one stone - I rushed in, with
anger and outrage "What the fuck is going on here" I
shouted in my gruffest toughest 'duke' voice. Jane
stood back quickly and gave me a guilty snicker and
blushed a bright red, I took this to mean she was not
without guilt in this matter. Patty turned towards me
and was all smiles which soon turned into a nasty
sneer.
I was incensed at this cheeky boy, his sneer soon
became a "what are you gonna do about it" look all men
know so well. His visage was contemptuous and arrogant
I thought I was confused. I fully expected both he and
Jane to exhibit some fear at the duke's anger. All of
this took place in mere seconds of course.
My rage now knew no bounds, I went to grab Patty's arm
in an attempt to gain some respect - as I did this I
was aware of a loud noise and flash of light to my left
and just as suddenly the left side of my head became
numb. It took me several seconds to realize it but
Patty had landed a resounding punch smack on my left
eye. I hadn't been hit like this since high school so
the sensation was startling - especially emanating from
such an unexpected source as this slightly built gay
boy.
I was quite forcefully knocked into the brick wall two
feet behind me. I was stunned into silence - my bravado
had been muted. Patty adroitly followed up his first
right cross with an equally powerful left hand punch to
the other side of my face. Now I was what boxers call
'on queer street' rubbery legged and confused as to
what had happened to me.
My affected persona as 'duke' the tough guy didn't
count on this turn of events, a one-two combination
delivered by a gay teen boy. At this point my plans A
and B were as dead as my chances of winning this fight.
Any chance of scaring the fag and impressing my wife
went out the window as I slumped and crumbled like a
sack of potatoes against the brick wall and landed on
my skinny butt. All the nerve and fight in me were
extinguished by Patty's well executed punches.
I had at some point an idea of making a fist and
retaliating with a punch of my own - but my 'duke'
patina and faux toughness had deserted me after the
first punch landed upon my face. And after the second
punch landed the timid cowardly 'Ronnie' (my given
name) appeared in its place. As I lie on the floor
semi-conscious I saw the blood dripping from my mouth
and nose to my white silk shirt. The sight of my own
blood and recent assault had made my stomach queasy.
In all my years of this 'duke' imposture with its
'ostensible' toughness I had never been challenged with
the severity Patty had just meted out. The truth was
out now in a dramatic tableau before everyone's eyes as
I lie there in eerie silence I was aware that now my
wife and Patty knew 'duke' was no tough guy - but only
a loudmouth poseur - who couldn't take a punch even
from a 15 year old boy smaller than myself, and
obviously couldn't throw one either.
I attempted to rise from my embarrassing position on
the floor but as I did Patty's snarling voice
interrupted my fitful efforts at regaining some
semblance of dignity with a vicious nasty ominous
warning "Stay down there asshole or I'll really hurt
you" his warning caused me to become enraged and my
adrenaline allowed me to rise, albeit in a maladroit
manner, as I stood upright before Jane and Patty my
blood flowed freely onto the floor.
My mouth was now filled with blood, a sharp bolt of
unmitigated fear shot through me as I saw Patty raise
his open right hand high in the air, his full hand made
contact with my bloodied and bruised face, he rapidly
slapped me with both of his hands, he was now beating
the shit out of me with abandon as if he hated my very
being, I had no idea what I had done to deserve such a
fusillade of slaps from this enraged 15 year old boy,
his bitch slapping me continued till I twirled
backwards in a vain attempt to remain upright and on my
feet.
Jane shrieked, "Don't hurt him!!" In a matter of a few
seconds my years of work on a 'tough guy' image and
veneer had been utterly torn away and exposed for the
bullshit it was.
I could see Jane's expression, a mixture of amusement
and annoyance. Patty's expression was pure contempt and
detestation directed at me.
I was still standing and stunned not daring to even
consider throwing a punch now for fear of angering my
tormentor further and suffering even more crushing
blows from his fists this time. The slaps rang out
loudly in our kitchen so my moans of pain were not
heard.
Fear of physical pain had replaced any concerns I had
had about my vaunted image as a rough customer.
I stumbled back in a swoon and put up both of my arms
and hands on my face and head to protect myself from
further damage and humiliation, though in retrospect I
can't imagine anything more humiliating than this
posture.
Tears welled up in my eyes and were soon followed by
full blown crying, from fear and shame, I cried.
Patty took no pity on the hapless defenseless cringing
figure before him, as his hard fist crashed into my
soft belly, at this latest assault I literally saw
stars and darkness as I struggled to breathe all
thoughts were erased from my mind I landed on the floor
in a heap for the last time that day. Jane's
imprecation to Patty of "Don't hurt him" was at last
heeded by Miss Patty.
Patty turned away from me as I was no longer any threat
to him, not that I ever was.
I lie quietly on the floor with my back on the wall and
my legs stretched out before me, I took stock of my
injuries - two black eyes a bloodied mouth and nose and
a sore stomach all from three punches and a few slaps
from a frail looking faggot!
Totally stunned into submission doesn't come close to
describing my predicament at this moment... total shock
was all I could register in my dazed mind.
Through clouded vision I saw Patty resume his play on
my wife, now with a bigger smile on his evil face. Did
I ever hate him now!
I had just gotten my ass royally kicked by this
harmless looking 15 year old queen. My tears flowed
freely and with no shame as my dignity was now but a
memory. My lachrymal murmurs must have annoyed Patty as
he suddenly turned and told me to, "Shut the fuck up
faggot!" As his right leg struck out in a kick to my
balls, my reaction was instantaneous and dramatic. I
winced in extreme pain and let out a loud cry of sheer
agony. I instinctively put my hand on my now painful
testicles and rubbed them hoping to gain some small
measure of relief.
Patty stood over me in the time honored stance of the
victor over the vanquished. His legs straddled mine as
he looked down on my defeated humbled form. He barked
out, "You had enough?!"
I mumbled a soft, "Yes."
He replied, "I didn't hear you!"
I spoke more loudly "YES!"
He smiled the smile of a winner.
I looked away in abject shame.
Patty nudged my leg with his as if to see if I would
respond, I did, but only with a soft murmur of pain.
From fear of more injury I croaked out a plea to Patty,
"Please don't hurt me any more I've had enough." He
said, "no problem faggot" I resigned myself to my
complete and utter defeat, my only concern now was that
I avoid getting beaten to a bloody pulp by this
astounding teen hellion. I could see he enjoyed my
begging him to not hurt me as his smile broadened as I
uttered that heartfelt request for mercy.
I satisfied myself now by watching him slowly and
rather expertly seduce my hot wife:
As my blood dried on my shirt, they engaged in a series
of long passionate deep kisses - very erotically I
thought.
Patty's hands mauled Jane's breasts as they embraced
tightly. My modestly sized cock surprisingly responded
to this obscene picture. My breathing was labored not
from Patty's most recent punch but by his mastery over
my now aroused wife. She wasn't the least bit shy about
making out with her teen lover in front of her pathetic
husband I saw.
She gave as good as she got in this hot make-out
session. Patty pulled up Jane's tank top exposing her
braless breasts to the bright light of day. Turning to
leave they both gingerly stepped over me as if I were a
bag of groceries.
I saw Jane's small feminine hand on Patty's
considerable hard-on which was now straining at his
tight jeans. Mine was not so considerable but was
evident, if only to me.
There was no doubt I hated Patty with all my fiber but
incongruously found the whole thing most arousing and
freeing.
The fog was clearing from my brain as I heard the
familiar sounds of two people fucking in my bedroom.
Patty the teen 'fag' was fucking my beautiful sexy 32
year old wife as I lie on the kitchen floor, a victim
of his fearsome fighting skills. I rubbed my wounds
gently and struggled to get up one bit at a time. I
strained to lift my beaten and battered body off the
floor which I had been knocked to by the ferocious
Patty so recently.
Doors from our bedroom open onto our garden, if I was
lucky I could watch as Patty fucked Jane on the bed and
in the room we shared as husband and wife. Why this
became so important to me I do not know, but it was.
My 5" dick was firmly in my trembling hand as I watched
in parts horror jealousy envy fear and no small amount
of admiration as Patty the victor in our fight, or
should I say beating as the word fight implies blows
were struck by both participants wherein this one only
Patty had landed any blows.
plowed my wife's cunt with his incredibly large and
stiff cock, no doubt about it 'Miss' Patty was all man,
I knew this from the beating he gave me and now Jane
knew it from the furious fucking he was giving her on
our marriage bed.
There was a new 'duke' in the house and the old one was
exposed for the fraud and phony I was as I was rendered
into a duchess or 'miss' duke as Jane was to call me
frequently from this day on.
Though thoroughly emasculated a new freedom was found
by me as I pumped my little prick and watched Patty
pound his massive cock into my now ecstatic wife. as I
watched Patty fuck my wife with the power only an
enraged teenager could muster.
I took special note of my tormentor's naked body, he
was on top fucking Jane, my wife's legs wrapped tightly
around the back of his upper torso... his muscles were
now obvious to me they flexed at every plunge into my
wife's very wet opened cunt. Now I could see why 'duke'
stood no chance in the 'fight' with 'Miss' Patty for
Patty's naked body revealed a lean tightly well muscled
anatomy of a teenage boy.
He was nicely cut and looked like a naturally strong
male, a thoroughbred specimen of the breed, his long
lean muscles indicated great strength and stamina
heretofore hidden by his feminine façade, this boy was
very very strong.
I took further note of his hands as they grabbed my now
mewling wife, they were immense, the hands of a big
man, compared to my delicate smallish ones. I now
realized why his punches packed such amazing power and
knocked me into a lump of submissive shit, he had the
hands of a professional prizefighter!
His bicep muscles now engorged with blood like his man
sized cock told of great male power and punching
ability, this I found out the hard way.
I was so envious and jealous and not a little bit
intimidated by this teen master of fisticuffs and
fucking.
they continued to fuck like animals when he finished he
dropped his load of semen in my wife's willing cunt and
collapsed upon her exhausted but satisfied body, they
both had cum precisely at the same time as I did.
this would not be the last time Patty fucked Jane or
the last time we would meet. Next time I would know
better than to interfere with Patty as he fucked my
wife.
My orgasm was as powerful as any I ever had if not more
powerful watching Patty ram it home to my hot wife,
Jane.
Patty and I now shared a secret bond as did Jane and
Patty. Patty knew I had enjoyed the beating he had
handed me as he also knew Jane enjoyed the fucking he
gave her.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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