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Archive name: mydis.txt (MM, s&m, nc, orgy)
Aythors name: Waldo Ataboy (ataboy@ameritech.net)
Story title : My Disposition

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My Disposition (MM, s&m, nc, orgy)
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 7/4/2000




My Disposition

Let's get it straight; I admit that I have a rapport with 
guys but I'm engaged to marry a young lady in my same 
social class, her family is almost as wealthy as mine. My 
grandfather was Secretary of Interior in the Truman's 
administration.  Her family was in shipping and was rumored 
to have been involved in smuggling during prohibition.  Our 
pending marriage is considered the social event of the 
season.

Although I have been involved in a certain amount of 
intimacy on occasion with some of my male friend I was 
always discrete, and I never went in for that heavy stuff.  

I was careful and prudent so as to maintain my reputation 
as required by my status in society.  However on Fridays 
after work I let my hair down and go to my favorite male 
bar, where I can relax and socialize with other guys with 
the same bent.  We never actually did anything overt in a 
homosexual way other then maybe a couple of us would go to 
the john together and kiss and fondle each other and 
masturbate.  Nothing really serious until two weeks ago our 
bar was invaded by three bikers, uncouth, loud and 
definitely not of the same class as the rest of us.  They 
took over, corralled two or three of us and forced their 
unwilling quarry into the back to subject them to their 
indecent pleasure.  Their leader and the worst of them was 
a big heavyset lout named Al.

When they came again I was asked to tell Al he was not 
welcomed.  I was to tell him we did not go for his 
unsophisticated behavior, we did not appreciate his bulling 
us; we did not go for that S and M stuff.  I was to explain 
to him that we were subtle, caring and delicate in our 
relationships and that there are other gay bars where his 
type would be welcomed.

Al did not take my discourse well.  His response was, 
"Bullshit."

His buddy grabbed each of my hands and held them to my 
sides.

"This fagot is cute," he said, "Dibs on his ass."

Al unbuckled my belt, zipped down my fly and pulled my 
trousers and shorts down to my hips.  "Let's see what 
equipment this fairy has," queried Al as he exposed my 
penis and ass.

"Not bad for a pansy." he declared.

"I don't want him to come until we have had our full use of 
him," and saying this he placed a leather ring around the 
base of my cock for that purpose.  My prick engorged and 
extended itself to give its consent, notwithstanding my 
wishes to the contrary.

"Stop immediately," I protested, "I don't consent, this is 
rape, and I'll have you prosecuted."

The three laughed, Al the loudest.  "That's the funniest 
thing I've heard all week.

Can you picture this sissy going to the cops and filing a 
complaint?  They'll probably give him an award for filing 
the silliest charge for the year," Al proclaimed as he 
pulled his two-inch wide belt out from the loops in his 
pants, spun me around, and continued, "Bend over asshole, 
I'm going to teach you some respect."

"Yeoh," I screamed as the belt landed across my ass. "Stop 
immediately," I demanded and in response he gave me two 
more.  "Yeoh, this hurts, I don't go for this shit," and 
two more landed on target.  "Yeoh, cease, I'm no pain 
slut," I begged and he continued administering his 
education with full force and effect.

When he thought I had enough and was fully compliant, he 
turned to his compadre and said, "Let's get him undressed, 
and have some real fun."  The two of them entered into 
their task of disrobing me and I of course gave no 
resistance as I learned my lesson well.

The third turned his attention to the other patrons of the 
bar and asked of my friends, "Are there any objections by 
any of you cocksuckers?"  None objected as they all stood 
around in rapt attention; they could easily have come to my 
assistance since there were six of us and only three of the 
tormentors and besides my friends may have secretly wished 
to participate as was apparent by the bulge at the crotch 
of their pants.

The bartender, smiling, also did not interfere as he 
probably felt it was not his place to stop his patrons from 
having honest entertainment but more important he must have 
contemplated the large gratuity that the patrons and I 
would bestow on him to buy his silence.

My long time friend, Walt, stepped forward and said, "Sir, 
can I get you a beer or anything else you may prefer?  It's 
on me."

The third thug walked over to Walt, looked him over, turned 
him around, patted him on the ass and said,  "Not bad, but 
later, sure get me a beer." Instead of coming to my aid, 
Walt, my buddy, who was going to stand up at my wedding, 
went and got the bastard a beer.

Naked with a hard on with a leather ring around the base of 
my penis I was at their mercy.  "I'm going to give you a 
treat.  On your knees, boy," Al ordered me and he pressed 
down on my shoulders forcing me to kneel before him.  He 
zipped down his fly and extracted his monster cock.  He was 
circumcised and I was mesmerized by it as he pressed it 
against my lips.  It was much too big for me to accept and 
if it got hard it would be impossible.  "I know you want to 
suck on my pecker; OK boy I'm going to make your day, do 
it," and with this command, his buddy swiped my ass with 
his belt; I opened wide my mouth and his damn thing went 
in.

"You can take it all, just relax and enjoy," I was 
instructed.  Down it went as he navigated my head with both 
hand on the sides of my face.  It was all I could do not to 
choke but I managed it.  It must have been a marvel to 
behold to see that monster cock all the way down my gullet.  

When he reach bottom he slowly started to withdraw it 
permitting me to breath and in appreciation I sucked hard.  

No sooner then his cockhead reach its starting point then 
down it went again, the rhythm picked up and I could hear 
the ohs and ahs of the spectators as he pumped away.  
"Prepare for your reward, I'm coming," he alerted me and he 
shot globs down my throat, very tasty.

I don't know whether I hated it or loved it, but the 
audience seemed impressed from the comments that emanated 
from them.  But no question I was under Al and his friends' 
domination.  Al's accomplice demanded his turn and insisted 
that I stand up, bend over with my hands on my knees, and 
inserted a greasy lubricate in my ass.  Armed with a 
rubber, he pressed his bugger into me by way of my rear 
door against my will and pushed it all the way up.  At 
first it hurt but as he pumped it actually became somewhat 
pleasurable.  He obviously won the onlookers over since 
when he came I could hear their sounds of approval.

Al wasn't through with me, as he announced that he was 
setting up a menage a quatre, what's that?  I heard of a 
menage a trios but never of a quatre.  He asked for 
volunteers.  My close friends William and Walt were glad
to participate after Al's and his confederate's belts were 
administered persuasively on their bare rumps.  My cock 
ring was removed.  William was forced to kneel in front of 
me, Walt was placed at my rear and Al's cohort placed 
himself at the rear of Walt since he lusted for his ass. I 
held William's face in both my hands with my dick pressed 
to his lips, Walt held my ass cheeks apart and pressed his 
cock against my asshole, the bastard pushed his impressive 
prick into Walt's rear end and the action began.  It was a 
chain reaction.  When Walt received his intruder, Walt 
pushed forth into me in the rear and I passed it down 
William's throat and he began to masturbate.  Al insisted 
that we all must come together.

We all pumped in turn.  When the bastard at the last in 
line announced he was coming, we each in turn came and when 
William received my pent up passion in his mouth, he came 
on his trousers at his ankles.

To show his satisfaction with us, Al ordered a round of 
drinks for all, of course he instructed the bartender to 
put the charges on my tab.  Walt and the bastard went arm 
in arm to a separate table; they obviously bonded and were 
making arrangements for a date to meet later.  The others 
gathered around Al and his partner to ingratiate themselves 
each vying against the other to be picked to be their 
paramour for the night.

Exhausted, I settled up with the bartender and gave him in 
addition a $200 gratuity, bid everyone a good night and 
left for home to get a good night's sleep.  I slept like a 
log and Saturday at noon I awoke refreshed and called a 5 
star French restaurant to talk to the maitre d'.  I 
requested from him a reservation for dinner this night for 
Walt, his wife, my finance and I and informed him we had 
tickets for the theatre after dinner.  I explained to him 
the importance that it was necessary that we be through 
with dinner by 8:30 so that we wouldn't miss the first 
curtain call.  He assured me that he would accommodate us.

Walt and his wife, first having picked up my finance, 
picked me up on time for dinner.  When we arrived the 
maitre d' informed us that he made all arrangements for us.

He took the liberty to have the chef prepare his specialty, 
have the wine steward select for us the appropriate wine 
and arrange the best located table for us.  I was impressed 
by his efficiency, and gave him a 20-dollar gratuity.  He 
said it wasn't necessary, it was his pleasure, but I said, 
"I insist, Albert, I always reward good service."

He said, "Thank you sir," and led us to our table.

Before our first course, my finance whisper to me, "Is the 
maitre d' the same Al that you were with last Night?"
Bewildered I asked, "How did you know?"

She answered, "Walt's wife told me. And by the way I made 
him a generous offer to purchase his 2 inch wide belt."

I said to myself, "Oh my God, this did not forbear well for 
our future married life."

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This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.  Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story;  should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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