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Let Me Call You Sweetheart (MM, bond)
by Kurt Hoffman (c) 1995


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Mr. Hemming stooped low. The Mayor cleared his throat. 

"Lower still, please." 

Mr. Hemming pressed his chest against his knees. The gray trousers of
his suit limply wreathed his ankles. The Mayor grunted and paced forward,
lifting the white shirttail that covered Mr. Hemming's pale buttocks. 

"Lower! Butt in the air," said the Mayor. He drew hard, illuminating the
tip of his deteriorating cigar nub. He cocked his head thoughtfully. The
Mayor held the lit end very near to Mr. Hemming's anal opening. 

"What do you think?" inquired the Mayor. 

Mr. Hemming shut his eyes hard and barely allowed a whimper to escape. 

The Mayor considered whether contemplated act would spoil the flavor of
his smoke. He returned the cigar to his mouth. Mr. Hemming's rectum had
captured his imagination. Still. 

The Mayor took Mr. Hemming's balls in his hand, pulling them far. After
taking another puff, he jabbed the lit end into Mr. Hemming's left ball.
He held it there for a few moments before returning the cigar to his
mouth and releasing hold of Mr. Hemming's balls. An angry burn reddened
and blistered his scrotum. 

Mr. Hemming had been unable to keep his silence. His face, usually soft
and genial, contorted askew and he began to heave sobs. Yet, he under-
stood his circumstances and managed to preserve his bent position. 

"Security." 

Two guards entered the oaken office and busied themselves with Mr. Hemming. 

The Mayor was pleased to find no difference in the taste of his cigar.
He peered through the Venetian blinds. At the edge of the City Hall's 
concrete plaza, schoolchildren in blue uniforms filed into a tour bus. 

The guards departed, and the mayor turned to survey their handiwork. Mr.
Hemming would no longer need to trouble himself about his posture as he
was now securely bound, hands cuffed behind his back, ankles each cuffed
to a leg of the desk. He had been allowed the dignity of his jacket and
tie, still, but his trousers has been disposed of. 

"Here, enjoy this," said the Mayor, sticking the cigar in Mr. Hemming's
mouth. His face had suffered the worst blows from the guards, and his
blue swollen lips seemed reluctant to receive the cigar. It was fairly
slick with the Mayor's spittle, and there was little he could do to
resist the smoldering stub. 

The Mayor looked at him tenderly and jammed his thumb up Mr. Hemming's
asshole. A dry thumb. Mr. Hemming bit into the cigar until the wave of
pain was past. The Mayor amused himself for a time, fucking Mr. Hemming
with his thumb, then two fingers, and so on, until, before fifteen
minutes had elapsed, he was shoving his entire hand in and out of
Mr. Hemming's bleeding hole. Mr. Hemming squirmed and wept, tugging
at the cigar intermittently. 



The Mayor paused to remove his jacket and roll up his sleeve. He
climbed atop the desk andbegan chewing on Mr. Hemming's ear, screwing
his tongue deep into Mr. Hemming's ear canal. The Mayor's erection
flopped out the blue silk panties he wore. He was intoxicated by the
magic of the moment. In a single gesture, he twisted his hand into
Mr. Hemmings behind until it was in past the wrist. Blood and mucus
collected on the Mayor's forearm as he became enraged with erotic
passion. 

The Mayor put his remaining hand to use jerking himself off. His
gasping whimpers built to pulsing rhythmic cries. He was shrieking
obscenities at the top of his lungs as he shot long strands of ecru
come onto Mr. Hemmings' suit jacket. 

Hemmings regained consciousness in the ambulance home. He had a nice
conversation with a stunningly handsome young medic. They made a date
to get Chinese food later that week. 

His wife was delighted to hear that he had gotten the big contract with
the city. She hugged him and had him tell her all about his meeting with
the Mayor. The next day, he got a big promotion from the Boss, he was
now the Number Two man in the company. 

He lived out the rest of his days happily in a big compound with
his wife, children and handsome medic lover. One of the children
thought their father's bisexuality was wrong, but then there was a
TV show that dealt sympathetically with the topic, and the child turned
to the father with a new respect. 



The End. 

(c)1995 Kurt Hoffman