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Disclaimer:
All characters are consenting adults (over 18). This story is loosely based on
my actual experiences; however the names are fictional.
Story background:
Mike is a 45-year-old married (to a woman) man who has secret desires to explore his sexuality with other men. Mike is athletic and fit and generally alpha in his daily life. But for some reason, Mike has secret thoughts about being a bottom for other masculine men.
During the day, while is wife is at work, Mike sometimes visits gay cruising sights to explore his fantasy and consider potential hookups. Mike works from home and works for himself as a tech business consultant. Since he is self-employed, he can set his own schedule.
Earlier this week, Mike met a guy online named Gus. Gus is five feet five inches tall, he's from Nicaragua and he has a thick, six-and-a-half-inch uncut cock. Gus invited Mike over to engage in some role play. In the role play, Gus is a paying customer, and Mike is a cheap street whore that is willing to do things for Gus for a certain price.
Gus has been using his "For a dollar more..." fetish to take control of Mike's mind. Mike is now doing things that are slightly outside his comfort zone. Gus keeps taking him deeper and deeper into his perverted world.
Gus has convinced Mike to wear a wig, lipstick and let himself be called Mary. Mike does not think of himself as a crossdresser, but Gus has used his fetish to bend Mike into submitting. He used a photo he took of Mary to drum up "customers" using the same online service that Mike used to meet Gus.
We catch up with Mike as he leaves a gang bang hosted by Gus. Mike agreed to become Mary to satisfy the sexual needs of Gus and five strange men who found Mary on the same website that let Mike to Gus.
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The Walk of Shame
It was a little after 2 P.M. when I made my way back into Gus's garage on my way to my car parked in his driveway. I felt shocked by the gravity of what I had just done. I let six strange men fuck me repeatedly in all my orifices and swallowed more almost ten loads of semen. I was no longer horny. My libido was replaced with shame as I walked naked through Gus's garage.
"Why did I leave my clothes in the car?" I scolded myself, "You were thinking with your cock, that's why."
I slowly opened the access door on the side of the garage and peaked my head outside. I wanted to ensure that the coast was clear before I made the thirty-foot walk to my car. The last thing I needed was to be discovered, naked, in Gus's driveway. I dashed out the door, around the corner and into my worst nightmare.
Mary Meets the Long Arm of the Law
There was a squad car parked next to my car with an officer inside. Once he saw me, he jumped out of the squad car with his hand on his service revolver.
"Stop where you are!" he barked, in a terrifying tone, "Get on the ground, with your hands behind your back."
I dropped to my knees on the hot black top of Gus's driveway. Then I lowered myself into a prone position with my hands behind my back. The officer straddled me, and put me in handcuffs. Then, he pulled me up to my feet, turned me around to face him and pushed me against the squad car.
"Do you want to explain yourself to me, Sir?" He asked, glaring at me, his hands on his hips.
Just then, his radio squawked, and he clicked his mike, "This us unit 3, I'm 10-23 on Langdon Street investigating the reported activity."
"Copy unit 3," the dispatcher replied, "Do you need backup?"
"That's a negative," the officer replied, "I should have this wrapped up shortly."
I was wondering why the cop was forcing me to stand naked and handcuffed in public. It was humiliating and terrifying.
"So, what's your story, pervert?" the cop said with a scowl, "I got a report of on-line prostitution being organized at this address.
"It's not that, Sir," I pleaded, "It's just a fetish group that I got swept up in."
"You mean there are more of you perverts inside?" the cop grimaced.
"Yes, the entire group was started by a Nicaraguan guy named Gus," I blathered, "this is his place and there are six men inside."
"Take me to them," the cop demanded.
I led him to the side door, but I couldn't open it because my hands were behind my back. I waited to let him open it and then walked across the garage to the steel door that led into the house. Again, the cop opened the door and followed me into the house. He stormed through the kitchen and into the living room where my six customers were lounging. Most of them were still naked.
"Everyone keep your hands where I can see 'em," the cop bellowed, his hand on his pistol, "Which one of you is Gus."
"I am," Gus said, stepping forward, still naked, but his cock no longer erect.
"I found this guy naked in your front yard," the cop started, "I got a report that there was illegal prostitution going on at this address."
"It's not prostitution," I protested, "It's a fetish thing, we're role playing, I know it's weird, but we're consenting adults."
"Why is there a pile of ones on the table?" the cop asked, continuing his investigation.
"That is for Mary!" Gus blurted, "She needs the money, so I got her customers."
"Who's Mary?" the cop asked, confused.
"That's Mary," Gus answered, pointing at me.
"Is that why you're wearing lipstick?" the cop continued.
"And her wig," Gus interrupted, holding up my blonde wig, "Then she lets us fuck her, for a dollar more."
"Jezus," the cop shook his head, "You wear that wig and lipstick and let all of these men fuck you for a dollar?"
I didn't know how to respond. I just looked at the floor realizing that my former life was now ruined. I was going to be arrested, and all my lewd behavior was going to become public.
"Did all of you fuck him?" the cop addressed the men.
"Yes, and she sucked our cocks too," Eduardo volunteered, "She even swallows or no extra charge."
"Did you swallow for all of them?" the cop scowled at me, "Don't you feel sick?"
"He swallowed me twice," Gus said, totally throwing me under the bus.
