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Archive name: grievous.txt (MM, org, nc, s&m)
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 
my own sick mind.  It's pornographic and should not be 
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Grievous Mistake (MM, org, nc, s&m)
by Waldo ataboy (ataboy@ameritech.net)


***

"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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