Date: Sat, 14 Sep 2002 13:56:25 +0000
From: Heywood Jameetme <suitandtieguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Discipline Encounter #11: Humiliation Therapy, Part Two

So, there I was, on my knees, naked, in a motel suite living room with a 
dozen silverfoxes in various stages of undress and erections with an hour of 
servitude on the clock. Old Gus was not satisfied with me just licking the 
head of his massive cock and began to push its mushroom head into my lips. 
His cock was enormous with a HUGE cap on top, almost 3 inches wide! Just my 
luck I thought, the first one today has to be the biggest. "Come on now 
sweet-thing, don't be shy. Open those lips for Daddy Gus. I KNOW you want to 
suck some cock today, you got the look, baby. I know a good cocksucker when 
I see one". With a solid thrust forward, he penetrated my mouth, my lips 
barely making it around the whole head and I began to suck. The cameras 
started flashing wildly and the remaining men hooting and howling with some 
jerking their cocks ferociously.
I strained at the effort of sucking Gus' tool and could only make it about 
halfway down the thick, long shaft when trying to deep throat it.
This was work! Some of the other old-timers knelt beside me and began to 
shoot their loads, some choosing to squirt onto my back or on my ass cheeks.
Master Billy was having a grand time videotaping it all while Master John 
was getting some good head from another old Army buddy named Pete.
When Gus pulled his monstrous cock out of my mouth to shoot his load on my 
face, it was incredible. He pumped and pumped and pumped out gobs and gobs 
of goo. I've never seen so much cum in one orgasm before! It seemed that the 
size of his load was directly proportional to the size of his dick! He 
moaned and groaned as the rest cheered and I fell to the floor, almost 
completely covered in cum. Gus was now out cold, sleeping in the chair, cum 
still dripping from the slit of his flaccid member.
Shortly, I was beset upon by three other sex-crazed seniors who lifted me up 
and walked me to the shower where they hosed me off with their piss and then 
joined me for a real shower. They soaped each other up and then me, the four 
of us groping and kissing and stroking each others cocks and balls. Master 
Billy continued to videotape everything, of course. He was on his 2nd 
videocassette by now.
One by one we all came and then washed off. Drying each other down, we 
continued to kiss and fondle one another. With their three sets of hands 
still feeling me all over, they walked me back to the living room where we 
saw that at least half of the guys had now left, including the infamous Gus 
(Thank God! My mouth was still sore from stretching around that knob!). 
Sitting on the couch between the last two gents began innocently enough with 
just kissing and hugging but led to eventually kneeling before them and 
alternately sucking each of their pricks and feeling them shoot their 
cum-wads into my captive mouth. Filming all of this action had left my 
Master Billy in a state of sexual frenzy. Throwing down his camera, he 
stripped himself nude, exposing his fully-stiff and beet-red erection, and 
ordered me to get on all fours for him. He mounted me from behind and 
proceeded to fuck me in the ass with his remaining pals all watching and 
cheering. This was humilation at its peak for me that day. I don't know if 
you can really call it therapeutic, but it was defintely an experience I'll 
never forget.
Until next time, love, Heywood