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1SaM’s Place
Chapter Nine - Breaking Up
By The Technician
BDSM, Anal, Rape, Torture. F/M
Another juryman stood. “For your fifth story, Evelyn, tell us of an experience within the past five years where you showed dominance over a man and caused him a great deal of not only physical but also emotional pain.”
Evelyn paused for several minutes then began, I think that would be David. He dumped me because he said that I was too controlling. Then he started up with a little blonde bimbo. What was really annoying is that I knew that he liked me to be dominant in our love making. The problem was that he started reading some stuff in a woman’s magazine of all places that said that men who let women control their lovemaking are secretly homosexual.
Maybe David did have some gender issues. He was violently homophobic, and that always made me wonder, but I think he was at most bi. He was sort of a geeky type who grew up, but he was really bumbling and awkward when it came to sex. I think he liked a woman to take charge so he didn’t have to worry if he was screwing things up. That’s probably also why he went for the bimbo. She was so cock hungry she wouldn’t know if he did anything wrong.
I would have let him go if he hadn’t dumped me publicly. He didn’t know how to make love and he didn’t know how to politely end a relationship. You just don’t embarrass me in public. We were in my office when he told me we were through. Maybe I should have gone out for coffee with him like he asked, but having the secretaries at my office whisper about how David had announced that we were through just wouldn’t do. I had to give them something else to whisper about.
I decided to work on his weak spot. I called him and told him that I missed him terribly and that even if it was just for an afternoon, I had to have him back. I think the thought of a woman “throwing herself at him” was too much to resist. We met at a motel and had wild sex all afternoon. I even let him think he was in control. By the time we left the motel, I knew I had him hooked.
We met like that a couple more times, then I suggested a different motel. He wasn’t street smart enough to know that it was a gay hookup place and agreed to meet me. Once we were there, I told him that I wanted to give him an afternoon of total pleasure and that he should just relax and let me handle everything. The fact that he had an immediate erection told me everything that I needed to know. We did actually have sex. I was on top and as I ground into him I slowly lifted his arm above his head and handcuffed him to the bed. There aren’t too many motels where you can find beds with bondage anchors at the corners, but like I said, this was a gay hookup zone. By the time he realized what was happening, his arms were handcuffed to the bed. I did let him finish before I got off of him and began to secure his feet.
He wondered what was happening when I pulled his leg across the bed and attached it to the other side and then grabbed the free leg and pulled it back to its opposite side. By the time I was done, he was twisted at the waist. I then straddled his chest and released one arm and quickly pulled it to the other side of the bed. I think he knew what I was doing then because he started to struggle really hard. I kneed him in the groin and before he could recover, he was face down on the bed.
I walked over to the dresser and got out some lube that I had placed there earlier in the afternoon. I slowly lubed up his rosebud all the while talking to him about how much he was going to enjoy this. He kept saying, “No, please no,” but I just kept rubbing the lube into him. I slipped one finger and then two into him and started pumping slightly.
“I think you are ready,” I said and knocked twice on the wall above the bed. A few moments later four very athletic looking young men came into the room. One was carrying two cameras and a tripod. I met them at the door and spoke to the cameraman. “Guaranteed disease free?” I asked.
“Without a doubt,” he replied. “At what your paying I can be sure. That and the fact that you promised to put a hit out on me and the guys if anyone catches anything from this.”
“Let’s do it,” I replied.
Three of the men began to strip. One walked over to the bed and began to stroke David’s back. He added more lube and began working it into David’s ass. “You need to relax,” he said, “or this will hurt like hell.” Then he stood where David could see him and slipped on a condom.
David began to yell and the second man shoved a wash cloth into David’s mouth. The first climbed over David and slowly penetrated him. “I said relax,” he said and then he began to slowly thrust. He lasted an amazingly short time before slumping onto David’s back.
The second man slowly slipped on a condom. “I think you will feel a difference is size and stamina,” he said before climbing into the bed. There may have been a difference in size, but there didn’t seem to be much of a difference in stamina. I found out later that the “director” had told them to make it quick since there would be no “cum shots” on the face or back and just watching someone pump is poor cinema.
Evidently the third man didn’t take direction as easily. He went on for quiet a while before finally climaxing.
I bent down near the bed and looked David directly in the eyes. “Now here is the deal, David. You have a choice. You can beg these gentlemen to be allowed to suck their cocks or you can enjoy a repeat of what just occurred only “bareback.” In case you don’t know what bareback means, David, that means no condoms. If you give two of them blowjobs, then the third will use a condom as he fucks you again. If you don’t beg for the two blowjobs, then all three of them go at you again bareback.
I knew that David didn’t know that the chance of getting disease was almost as great in a blowjob as in a regular fuck, so I was pretty sure that he would go for the blowjobs. Besides, I knew that he had a great fear of someone cumming in his ass because he had told me so one night when he was too drunk to care or remember what he had said.
“The words I want to hear,” I continued, “are ‘Please let me suck your cock.’”
The cameraman zoomed in for a closeup of his face as he replied, “OK, OK. Please allow me to suck your cock.”
“Not exact, but it will do.”
The first man stepped up to the edge of the bed so that David could reach him with his mouth. For a homophobic little bastard, he did quite a good job of sucking dick. Just as before the man didn’t last very long and soon spurted into David’s mouth.
“Swallow,” I said sternly, and David did. The cameraman nodded that he had a good take.
The second man stepped forward. David hesitated and looked at me, but then relented and said, “Please let me suck your cock.” He finally had learned his lines.
As the man moved farther forward, the third man climbed onto the bed and straddled David’s ass. I looked David in the eyes and said icily, “I didn’t say that it would be one after the other, did I?”
David began sucking and the third man began thrusting. The two men finished almost simultaneous. It is nice to work with real professionals. Then to my surprise David also gasped and groaned. He buried his face in the bed, but it was obvious that he was ejaculating.
The director leaned over to me and whispered, “Doesn’t mean anything. You rub the prostate long enough and even a eunuch will spurt.” He then made a motion with his head and the three “actors” left the room. “Give me about ten minutes,” he said. “My crew has been working on the live feed and should have something ready by then.”
He left the room.
I went over to where David was still bound face down on the bed. “Did you enjoy yourself, David?” I laughed and continued, “Do you now know not to screw with someone more powerful than yourself? Do you know not to embarrass me.... EVER!”
David just cried and buried his face in the bed. In a few moments the cameraman came back in carrying a DVD case. It had the title, “Afternoon Fun.” And showed the three actors plus David on the cover. They had merged in a shot of David I had from the beach so that it looked like all four had posed for the picture. David even looked like he was oiled up like the other three.
As the cameraman handed me the DVD he said, “It’s not as clean and smooth and I normally do, but it is mid-range for this type of work. I keep an uncut master just to keep everybody honest. You get all the uncut footage plus finished master. If you ever want it published, let me know. I have all the signed permissions from all of the actors.”
“Did you hear that David. You could be a star. And if you tell anyone about what happened here today, you will be a star. Who knows, if something slips, you might be a star anyway. I am going to leave you your personal copy to remind you of this day forever.”
With that, I put the DVD into the player in the motel room and turned on the TV. Then I called the bimbo and said that David needed to see her right away and gave her the address. The DVD was playing on loop mode when I left.
I never did find out what happened to David. I do hope he learned his lesson.
END OF CHAPTER NINE
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