Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2017 17:00:58 +0200
From: lionel@gaylook.com
Subject: The Cunt Cronicles, part 1

This is the first part of my story (gay>authoritarian). It is a work of
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The Cunt Chronicles (part 1)

Becoming a Cunt

Hendrik and I had been lovers for some time. Actually, for about a little
too long, because I had started to get a bit bored by him, although I loved
him and didn't want to leave him. He was a handsome guy, a little smaller
than me, but with a defined muscular chest, very smooth. He had this
ageless Asian look that I liked very much, and he was a tough business man,
even in bed. He demanded trust and was very much into a monogamous
relationship, but being faithful to him got more difficult for me over
time, but of course, I knew that he wouldn't allow being cheated upon.

One night he suggested that we would meet at a gay bar after work. It was
more of a gay SM place I had never been to before, so I was all the more
willing to see something new. It was rather busy and I spotted some of his
friends among the crowd. We sat at the counter just next to a big screen
where they showed erotic videos and pictures. The screen distracted me
somewhat, so I didn't realize that our conversation took a bad turn:
Hendrik inquired about a guy named Bastian and I denied to know somebody by
this name. Hendrik said that he could refresh my memory and pressed a
button on some remote control. A picture of a handsome blond appeared on
the screen. I was rather surprised, because that was a guy I knew and his
name was Bastian, but I kept on denying that I knew him. Then a video
started and everybody in the bar could see me having sex with Bastian. When
I stammered an excuse, Hendrik slapped me in the face and got angry. I
thought that it was a good idea to get out of this place, because he really
seemed enraged and I felt bad about the projection of a video involving
me. This was too humiliating. So I started to run to the entrance, when a
tall muscled guy held me back. Hendrik introduced the guy, his nick name
was "executioner" or "torturer" and Hendrik told me that I would appreciate
his art at some point in the evening. Before I even could get scared, my
hands were shackled and Hendrik tore off my shirt. I stood there
bare-chested in a bar with fully clothed man. Hendrik spat in my face and I
could now see me on the big screen with spit running down my face and
chest. Hendrik announced to the crowd that I had cheated on him and that I
was to be put on trial here at the bar. Everyone was invited to take
part. Then he told me that nothing had to be concealed before the court and
with that people cut down my trousers and underwear so that I was fully
naked and on display in the middle of the bar and on the big screen.

While my feet were shackled with a spreader bar, a defense counsel was
allotted to me. The guy didn't seem to be very happy to take over the
task. He came over to me in order to have a private conversation, as
private as it may get in a crowded bar. He told me that my cause was
doomed, because the evidence was quite clear. So he recommended me to
collaborate with the court in order to spare me a harsh sentence. He wanted
me to confess everything to him, but I was somewhat reluctant. So he
slapped me, telling me that it was no good to be secretive with one's legal
counsel, and that I had to suffer the consequences. He explained to me that
the people at the bar were the invited jury that would sentence me. When I
complained that there were Hendrik's friends among them, he laughed and
said that they were all his friends and that I had nothing to hope
for. When I said that this was not justice he laughed again and said that
for a cheater like me it was.

The torturer had changed. He was now bare-chested. A whip was attached to
his leather trousers. He put a collar around my neck and attached my cuffed
wrists behind my head to the collar. My armpits were exposed now. With the
spreader bar between my feet I could hardly walk, but the torture pushed me
forward and lifted me on a small platform in front of the jury. That was to
be my place during the trial. He positioned himself by my side with his
whip in his hand.

Hendrik then made me swear that I would only say the truth. Pointing to the
torturer, he explained that all lies would be punished. Then he asked me
whether I would plead guilty. Of course, I replied that I wasn't guilty. I
would have better pleaded guilty, because Hendrik nodded to the torturer
who began to apply his whip to my back. After some ten or so beatings I
began to be in agony. Since I began to flinch, my hands were attach to some
sort of handrail at the rear side of the platform and the spreader bar to a
ring on the floor. I couldn't move anymore and the flogging continued on my
breast and belly. I got red all over.

Then I was asked again, and I explained that I didn't really want to cheat
on my lover. Another flogging followed. Then Hendrik said that a witness
would be called and the court adjourned for half an hour. I was left on the
platform and some interested guys came over and touch my sore body all
over. Some of them spat on me.

After everybody had taken their places once again, the witness came in. It
was Bastian. He was sworn in and asked whether he knew me. He answered
affirmatively. He told the court that he had had sex with me (and how
often) and that I had cheated on Hendrik. Then my defense counsel asked
some questions, among them whether it was me who had approached him and
whether he had known that I was in a relationship. He confirmed that I had
been very keen on getting laid by him and had actually approached him, but
he also admitted that he had known about my relationship, because he and
Hendrik had been close friends. My counsel actually did his work quite
well, because it turned out that Hendrik and Bastian had set up my first
meeting with Bastian, in order to test my faithfulness. Hendrik had bet
that I wouldn't cheat on him and Bastian had wanted to prove the
opposite. Actually, I was easy prey.

I was somehow relieved, because even if it didn't prove my innocence,
Bastian's testimony should have an attenuating effect. But I was very
wrong. Bastian was dismissed by the court, he passed by me and spat on
me. Hendrik then asked the jury whether I was guilty and they all shouted
that I was. Hendrik then asked me whether I wanted to comment on the jury's
verdict. I stammered that I was the victim of a set-up and apologized for
my wrong-doings. The torturer took off the spreader bar and released me
from the handrail, he then put a leash on my collar and tore on it,
signaling to follow him. He guided me to a St.-Andrew's cross. I was fixed
to the cross with my face towards the crowd. This was obviously the place
where I should receive my punishment. Some people in the crowd shouted that
I should be castrated. A wicked-looking doctor came forward and examined my
body, especially my cock and balls which were very exposed. I began to feel
a certain uneasiness. Then Hendrik came to me, addressing the crowd:

"This rat has cheated upon me. And we will make sure that this won't happen
again." Once again, people shouted that I should be castrated. "But I will
be lenient. He is allowed to cum one last time by Bastian's hands." Loud
cheering from the crowd. Bastian came up to me and started to kiss me. I
immediately got a hard-on. Somebody commented that this proved once more
how guilty I was. Then Bastian took my dick and rubbed it with one hand,
playing with my nipples with the other and kissing me at the same time. It
didn't take him long to get me close. He was an expert lover. After another
couple of minutes I came in his hand. He made me lick off my cum. Some of
it ran down my chin. I must have looked like a slut. Then it was the
doctor's turn again. He put a bucket between my legs and a blindfold over
my eyes. Then I felt some metal at my crotch. Were these the instruments
used to castrate me? The cold metal on my dick and scrotum really felt
bad. I started to panic. He made me inhale something that calmed me, but
the panic didn't really subside. Was that a pair of scissors around my cock
and balls? I felt the doctor's grip on my balls and the metal between my
legs, then I passed out...

(to be continued)