Poolside Pandemonium

Poolside Pandemonium

Most of my stories are about the undoing of arrogant women - particularly my characters Danielle Parnell and Katherine Wray (see the Humor and Satire section for some examples). That said, I've also penned some shorter tales of about the undoing of arrogant men. They've come about due to the express request of the actual Mrs. Katherine Wray (who is one of the women who knows the real Danielle and who has read and enjoyed the stories of her downfall).

Katherine thought it would serve me right to endure some of the same humiliation that I've foisted upon her and Danielle and thought it all the better for me to write the very stories in which I come undone. Unlike the Danielle stories these are somewhat less developed and quite brief. That said, below is a further developed version of one I sent to her a few years back (that I typed out while poolside in Las Vegas). At her request they are written from my point of view rather than that of a narrator.

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I'm sitting poolside at the Aria Sky Suites in Vegas thinking of what a great place this would be for me to endure a very well-deserved comeuppance.

I just finished an exhausting workout during which of course I flaunted my tan, taut body simultaneously bringing the women in the resort's high-end gym to a lather while making any other man feel inadequate in my presence. I took particular delight in asserting my physical dominance over these two pathetic, super nerds who seemed unable to peel their eyes off me at the gym. One of them was so thin and pasty he resembled an inmate on a starvation diet and the other, a complete fatty, appeared to have never missed a meal and then some. Unable to get out of their own collective way, these losers were monopolizing the gym's only bench press. While my instinct was to pants the fat one, I decided instead to give them both a helpful fitness tip so I could use the bench myself to brighten the day of the gorgeous hotties watching my put myself through my paces.

"I have an idea, fellas," I joked, doing my best to sound sincere while first addressing the skinny bag of bones, "why don't

you

take yourself to the all you can eat buffet while your fat friend there gets his ass on a treadmill. It's time for a

real

man to work out here."

The reaction of these dorks was priceless. As I glowered over them looking like a tan Adonis in full pump, they appeared like two undone deer in the headlights. Of course it helped that the women ogling me added to their humiliation by pointing and giggling. I swear I felt my cock twitch in triumph as they slinked away completely embarrassed - the losers.

After a long hot shower and admiring myself in my suite's giant mirrors while lathering on sunscreen I slip into a very snug black Speedo (specially redesigned by yours truly to make my already imposing package look even more fantastic) before - donning shorts and a t-shirt - I make my way out here to the pool. Of course, I can't resist peeling down to my tiny little Speedo and strutting around the pool deck in my mirrored shades. I'm clearly annoying people with my unbridled arrogance but I couldn't care less.

With a smug look on my face I slip into the pool to continue working on my tan - smirking at all of the out of shape jerks who wish they were me including - especially - those two twinks I had humiliated at the gym. Sensing the lust of every woman on the pool deck directed my way, I do a bit of a stretching routine to let them take on the full glory of my perfectly exercised body - God am I hot. Unfortunately, my hubris prevents me from realizing as I start to walk out of the pool - up the center steps in front of everyone - that my slight bump into the corner of the pool's edge causes my tiny Speedo to snag. Even more unfortunately - for me - the two losers who I made fun of do notice and steal the shorts, t-shirt and towel from my lounge chair just as - with an imperious sneer on my smug face - my tiny bathing suit gives up the ghost and snaps from my bare white ass back into the pool.

As my sunglasses slide down my nose revealing eyes the size of saucers, I try desperately with one hand to cover my bottom while with the other to shield my twitching cock. In the meantime, men and women alike are howling at my undoing.

As I try to sprint for cover a surprisingly strong hand the fat guy I smirked at earlier grabs my wrist and pulls me across his lap.

"Not so fast stud," he laughs before starting to smack my bare bottom.

What's worse, with each spank I keep getting harder which he of course shares laughing with the entire crowd. Why in God's name am I enjoying this?!?

"Look at Mr. Tough Guy's Speedo," I hear the skinny nerd shout to the crowd while somehow appearing taller and more tan than he had earlier, "looks like someone has a

little

secret."

"That's not true," I hear myself shout in a very high pitched voice much unlike my normal authoritative baritone, "I have a big..."

But before I can utter a next word, my chubby assailant, who is continuing to rain spanks down onto my bare ass as I lie kicking like a petulant child across his lap, manages to insert a sweaty, fat finger from his free hand into the entry way to my heretofore puckered asshole.

"Oh, yesssss..." is the only utterance to escape my lips as, against my will, I begin bucking against the deepening digit while simultaneously feeling my - admittedly undersized - cock begin to edge toward explosion.

"Almost there, big boy," I feel and smell the breathy whisper of my tormentor into my ear as I begin to lose all sense.

And then, just as I'm about to climax he rolls me onto the pool deck and admonishes me to "get lost loser" as I in turn explode all over myself.

"Yes sir," I whisper as, already getting hard again, I begin to crawl away on all fours nattering what I thought was under my breath that I've never been so humiliated in my life.

"Wanna' bet hot shot," comes the voice of the skinny nerd who, standing directly in my way as I practically crawl into his bony knees, begins to roll down his ratty board shorts to reveal the biggest cock I've ever seen, "who's the

real

man now."

Staring at awe at the massive anaconda looking me right in the eye, and feeling my undersized cock beginning to twitch uncontrollably yet again as I incomprehensibly imagined wrapping my lips around another man's shaft, I croaked the only answer I could, "you are, sir."