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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. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 33