Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2009 22:29:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Movies? - No, Thanks!, Part Two

THE MOVIES?  NO, THANKS!


By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part Two


"So, Steve, what's the first thing you think two men do when one of them is
naked?"

"How the fuck should I know, pervert?  The only time I'm ever naked with
other men is in the changing room!"

Chas smiled and moved around behind me.  Then, quietly, he said "so no one
has ever done this to you.....?"

His hands were on my bum, kind of rubbing all over my arse cheeks, and
sometimes grasping my big muscles.  Involuntarily I gave a gasp

"Ah, you like this, then?"

"NO, you fucker!  I'm just not used to it...."

His hands roamed up and down my back, resting lightly on my shoulder
blades, then reaching around to feel my ribs, before resting lightly on my
bum again, then gently moving down over my thighs.  His touch was at once
firm and yet gentle, utterly assured and confident, and if I was honest I
suppose I'd have to say that his warm hands were not so unpleasant - if I
hadn't been standing there trussed up like that, and if there hadn't been
other men watching, and if it had been my girlfriend feeling my muscles
like that..... Well.... It would have been kind of sensual.  But that's a
lot of "ifs"!  I shifted nervously from foot to foot, expecting him to
start to do something disgusting like probing my arse hole - I didn't even
let my girlfriend touch me down there, and I think there's some things that
ought to be utterly private.!

He was standing in front of me again then, so close that his clothes
brushed my naked skin, and somehow having him clothed when I was naked was
kind of arousing.  He moved his face closer to mine and lowered his voice
so he was almost whispering "You've got a lovely arse, Steve.  Has anyone
ever told you that?"

"Only my girlfriend, when she was drunk.  She said all her mates liked
seeing me in my rugger shorts when they came to matches, as they liked my
bum...."

"She and her girlfriends have good taste!  I can assure you that it's very,
very tempting.  So tempting that I almost want to hurry on and get to enjoy
it properly..."

"NO!", I protested.

"Now, Steve, just calm yourself.  By the time we get to exploring your
arse, you're going to have got over some of these silly inhibitions of
yours.  Some of the men here really start to enjoy it, you know..."

"Some perverts, you mean...."

He smiled.  "Suit yourself.  But it's inevitable, you know.  All our
audience expect it.  And me and Dave and Jon are really looking forward to
it.  But first.... What about the rest of you?"


Both of his hands went around my throat, and I tensed and began to get
really worried.  Tied up like that I was utterly helpless, and I'd read all
those stories when I was a kid about criminals capturing people and then
strangling them to death so they couldn't give any clue to their identity.
I took in a huge breath, terrified that it might be my last.  But instead
his strong fingers just seemed to be feeling my neck muscles, and his hands
soon dropped to my shoulders, and on, teasingly, down to my pecs.

The palm of his hand felt really moist and hot as he cupped my left nipple,
then casually reached with his other hand and took my right one between his
thumb and forefinger.  I kind of winced, and tried to step back, away from
him - uselessly, of course - as my nips are terribly sensitive.  Seeing
this he began to roll my nip between his fingers, and I moaned and groaned
at the remorseless pressure.

"You know what they say, Steve, don't you?  A man who likes his nips played
with is a real stud, someone who really appreciates sex...."

Through my laboured breathing I managed to splutter "Well I don't!  Leave
me alone...."

"But you are a stud, aren't you, Steve?  All this talk of girlfriends!  I
would have thought you'd have really liked sex. Don't you let them play
with your tits, or suck them?"

"NO!  That's what I do to them!"

I was going to go on and tell him he was a sick pervert, but I couldn't get
the words out as his tongue licked my tit, and then his sharp teeth sank
into the very delicate flesh of my nipple - I gasped again as the strange
sensations shot through me.  My body tried to back away, to get clear of
his bobbing head as he moved from side to side alternately "pleasuring" me
and then sending those incredible sensations through me - but I couldn't as
the two other men held my restraining bar firmly and Chas pushed forward as
I made a desperate attempt to go backwards.  I can clearly remember feeling
the odd sensation of his jeans and shirt against my naked body as he worked
away, and somehow this began to feel erotic - I mean, you don't normally
feel your own clothes, do you?  But perhaps being naked and helpless in
front of a clothed guy, with his clothes pressing into your thighs and cock
and belly, is different.

"So, Steve", he said finally after a few minutes, "Am I converting you? A
man's tits are just as sensitive as a woman's you know..... And I reckon
you liked that judging from all that moaning.... And the fact that you've
sprung a hard-on!"

To my shame, I realised that I had indeed gone erect - well, kind of
half-erect, I suppose: my cock was sticking out from my body but it wasn't
raging hard, and my foreskin hadn't retracted.

I think Chas saw my discomfort, as he went on "So the next things most
blokes do is sucking off.  Ever had a blow job, Steve?"

"Of course!  All the time...."

"No, a proper one - one from a man, someone who really understands cock.
Not some tart who hasn't got the first idea really about what makes a cock
work...."

"NO!  I've told you, I'm not some pervert...."

Chas smiled at me and dropped to his knees.  Again I tried to move
backwards, but one of his arms snaked around me and I could feel his skin
hot and sweaty against my bare bum as he held me there.  His head went
down, and I gasped again as his lips closed around my cock and he stroked
the shaft gently with his other hand.  It wasn't like anything that had
ever happened to me before - women usually just kind of bob up and down on
your cock, I find, but almost the first thing Chas did was in some way to
get his tongue down between my head and my foreskin. I moaned and tried to
thrash around as there were such amazing feeling going through me, and he
stopped for a few moments and looked up at me, a big grin on his face as if
to say "I told you so!"  Then he was off again, but now he teased my 'skin
back and his tongue was licking and lapping at my moist exposed cock head
and that little triangle at the bottom - I couldn't help myself, as I cried
out as the
 sensation was so intense.

I had that incredible sensation in my cock that you get when it's at
complete, rampant erection - a sort of continuous "straining" to get even
harder, if such a thing was possible.  And then Chas stopped again and his
fingers brushed over my piss slit - more moaning from me at the sensation.
He got to his feet, though, and stood right close to me, then brought his
hand up to my face.

"Here we are, Steve.... You're getting turned on.... Pre-cum!  See?"
Although I tried to turn my face to one side I couldn't prevent him from
rubbing his fingers over my upper lip, and the scent of my own masculinity
filled my nose.

"I think we'd better stop that for the time being though, don't you?  I
reckon you're about to shoot a load, and you've got a bit more learning to
do yet.  But you liked that, didn't you?"

"No!"

He slapped my face again, open palmed, and very hard. "Don't lie to me,
Steve!  Your body betrays you."

He smiled again, and went on "At this point, it's time for you to start
doing some of the work.  Some of the men we've had in here seem to like it.
Would you like to play with my tits, Steve, and blow me?"

"No fucking way!"

Chas gave a little shrug, and still smiling faintly, walked away behind me.
I heard something but couldn't turn enough to see, then he was right close
to my naked back.  "Are you sure, Steve?"

"I told you, pervert, no fucking way!"

No sooner were those words out of my mouth that Chas brought his arm around
with a cloth, and held it over my face.  I smelt that same smell as when
they had first brought me here, and kind of from a long way off I heard
Chas say to Dave and Jon "Lower him gently.... We don't want those ropes to
cut into him too much...."

________________________________________

When I came to I was kneeling.  As I became more and more aware of where I
was, I felt straps around my ankles and my knees, holding them down to a
wooden frame.  My legs were apart, as my efforts to break the restraints
caused my cock to swing between my thighs.  I was half lying on a
leather-covered platform stretching from my belly up to my chest, and my
arms were hanging down and, I soon found out, were cuffed to the legs of
the little platform.  As I wriggled and struggled I could almost see myself
in my mind's eye: The bottom of my legs horizontal, but the wooden frame
they were strapped to must have been off the ground as my feet were
pointing straight down.  Then my thighs vertical, and my body horizontal
again.

Chas came over and stood in front of me, and I had to make a real effort to
look up at him because my head wanted to look down.

"You can't get free, Steve, so why don't you stop thrashing around and save
your strength?  We've had enough blokes trussed up as you are now to know
that you can't break the bonds.  Now you ought to be feeling OK - that
anaesthetic doesn't leave a lot of unpleasant traces as we buy it from a
hard-up trainee doctor who's training to be an anaesthetist.  I'm sorry we
had to knock you out again, but even with three of us we didn't want to
take the risk of someone like you who's strong and fit somehow breaking
free. Are you all right?"

"Yes, apart from being held down here!"

"Now, when we left off, I was asking you if you wanted to try giving a blow
job...."

"No way!"

Chas pulled off his shirt, then undid his belt and pushed his jeans to the
floor to stand there naked - I always think it's odd when a man doesn't
wear underwear.  He hadn't got a bad body - he clearly worked out, but I
could tell he must be queer as his balls were shaved and his bush had been
trimmed almost away so his cock looked bigger than it was. Some of the lads
at the rugby club do this and we take the piss out of them in the showers,
but they say it's because their girlfriends prefer it.  So I suppose I
could be wrong on this - but then Chas started to stroke his cock and it
went hard, and you wouldn't do that in front of another man unless you were
gay, would you?

He came right up close to me and I could see the veins standing out on the
shaft.  He pushed the end of his cock towards me - the 'skin had partially
retracted, and I could see his piss slit glistening under the harsh lights.
"Come on, Steve - open up! There's nothing wrong with having a man's cock
in your mouth, and it's perfectly clean as I showered before we went to get
you...."

"Listen, fucker, put that thing anywhere near my mouth and I'll bite it
off...."

"You know, Steve, I thought you might say something like that."  He smiled
at me, ruffled my hair - which made me feel utterly demeaned as there was
nothing I could do to stop him, and it was the kind of thing that old
uncles used to do to me as a kid.  Then he stroked his cock as he walked
across the room naked (clearly unworried by the four other men and the
cameras), and came back holding a screwdriver and a metal thing.

"OK, Steve, this will only take a minute.  Open wide....."

He was holding the metal thing close to my mouth, and instead of swearing
at him, I shook my head vigorously on the basis that I was not going to do
anything to co-operate with him.  "Jon....", Chas said quietly.... "Steve
is being a bit uncooperative.... Will you do the usual, please?"

If I could have shot upwards I would have done so when I felt what must be
Jon's hand grasping my balls!  I've got low hangers, and swinging there
between my open thighs, I knew they were vulnerable.  I did my best to
escape but of course it was futile - the straps around my knees and
ankles., and the manacles holding my wrists, only allowed me limited
movement of the body.  And I couldn't even clamp my thighs together to try
to prevent him.

"Now, Steve, stop all that thrashing around - it's no use, you know!", Chas
told me in that irritatingly calm tone people adopt in those circumstances.
"Jon's got hold of your crown jewels as you can feel, and if you don't do
as you're told, he's going to hold them with one hand and punch them with
the other.  Ever been hit in the balls, Steve?"

Actually, I had.  It does happen in rugger sometimes.  And I'd spewed my
guts up with the pain.  I wasn't going to have that, so, slowly and
reluctantly, I opened my mouth.  Chas pushed the ring in - it was like a
pair of gum shields I wear for matches, except that they were hinged
together at both ends.  He fiddled, getting each one over my upper and
lower teeth, then, adding "Not long now, Steve....", he pushed the
screwdriver in and twisted a couple of times.

Try as I could, I couldn't prevent my jaws being forced apart, and once
they were reasonably tight, there was no way I could dislodge the shield
things.  After a minute or so Chas seemed happy, and I was left lying there
with my mouth open in a big wide "O".  He came and stood right in front of
me again, and carried on stroking his cock - it was rock hard now, and as I
watched, he moved his thumb to pull his 'skin back.  The head was a darker
red, and glistened in the light.

"Now, Steve, you're going to have my cock into your mouth....", Chas said,
and I did the only thing I could do in the circumstances - instead of
holding my head up, I tucked it down pressing my chin as close as I could
to my chest, so there was no way his cock could get in.

"Oh, playing hard to get, are you?  Well....."  He grabbed hold of my hair,
and pulled really hard, and there was nothing I could do - trying not to
shout out in anger and pain, I just had to raise my head, to find Chas
smiling as he looked down on me.  He moved forward, slowly, very slowly,
and as if was as if time had slowed down.  The head of his cock went into
my mouth, and I felt it rest on my tongue - warm, and faintly salty.

"So, Steve, that's not so bad, is it? Do you like the feeling of a man's
cock in you?"  I tried to say something, but all I could do was make a
spluttering noise, as his cock was quite thick and was blocking most of my
mouth.  "It's a pity, though, Steve... With your mouth wedged open like
that, you can't use your lips to suck me.  So we're going to have to bypass
that step and go straight on to advanced cock sucking - or throat fucking,
depending on your point of view."

He moved forward and of course as the tip of his cock touched the back of
my throat, my gag reflexes triggered.  My whole body spasmed, and I tried
everything to get away.  It felt as if my hair was being pulled out by the
roots as Chas lung on to my hair, but, thank Christ, after a couple of
seconds he pulled right out, and I lay there panting and gasping, my whole
body heaving.

"Hmmm. That's the trouble with you tough types.  Nothing to hold on to!",
Chas told me. "Your hair's too fucking short!  Still, we've got a way with
dealing with that, haven't we, lads?"

I heard Dave call out "I'll get the hook, Chas....", and Chas smiled at me
again.

"You know, Steve, you have no-one to blame for what happens next except
yourself - a little co-operation might have made life a whole lot better
for you.  As it is......"

Dave had handed him a metal implement as he was talking, and he showed it
to me.  I raised my head so that I could see, and Chas said "See?  It's
like a big hook, isn't it?  We put the short end up your arse, then the
long bit lies up your bum crack.... And from this little hole at the end we
can tie a rope up to your head."

I tried to say something, to swear and curse at him, but with my mouth open
it only emerged as an inarticulate gurgling.  "Dave..... Do the necessary,
will you?"

Dave took the hook off Chas, and I watched as he gobbed on the short end
couple of times, and smeared his spit over it.  "Don't worry,
Steve.... I'll make sure it slides in easily", he told me.  "We don't want
to damage that virgin arse of yours, do we?"

He moved away, and the next thing I felt was his hands on my bum as he
prised my buttocks apart.  Then a strange sensation shot through me - not
all that unpleasant - as I realised that he must have gobbed a big load
directly onto my pucker.  "Now......", I heard him say, and then I was
trying to cry out in anger and disgust as what must have been his finger
started to push at me, and work and wriggle its way in.  "He's really
tight, Chas!  So many of the guys we get here claim to be straight, but
must have had something up their arses, bur I reckon Steve here is the
genuine, one hundred percent anal virgin.  It's going to be fun later on."

"Cut the cackle", Chas ordered him, "...and get on with it.  My cock's
waiting to get started."

If Dave's finger up my arse had been vile, when he pushed the hook thing in
it was utterly disgusting.  I couldn't help myself - my whole body thrashed
around - utterly futilely as there was almost no movement allowed by the
straps holding me - as I felt my whole being invaded by the thick metal
thing.  I mean, I'd read porn stuff about using a dildo up the arse and I'd
thought it was some sort of joke - who'd want to push something cold, hard
and big up themselves?  And now it was happening to me - and it was big, it
felt monstrous as my arse hole was forced open and Dave pushed it in.

I suppose it didn't take all that long, and Dave evidently finished the job
b prising my bum apart and laying the longer end up my crack - I could
imagine it emerging a the base of my spine.

"Right, Steve, now for the cap....."

As I lay there helpless, Chas fitted something that wasn't unlike the scrum
cap I sometimes wore to protect my ears in a match: it fitted over the top
of my head and around my forehead, and fastened under my chin to hold it in
place.  I tried to stop him, particularly when he wanted to do the
fastening under my chin, by holding my head down again.  All I got for my
trouble was another stinging slap across the face, that convinced me that
it was pointless to resist.

They strung a thick cord between the end of the hook at the top of my bum
and the cap-thing they'd fitted me with, and of course when they pulled it
tight my head was raised up - and there was a new, more intense sensation
from my arse as the end of the hook buried in me pressed against my
delicate membranes.

Chas was standing in front of me again now and all I could do was stare at
his cock as it hovered in front of my mouth, long and thick.  "OK,
Steve.... So here we go - your first throat fuck!"

He slid his cock through the ring holding my mouth open, and rested it for
a few moments on my tongue, as he smiled down at me.  Then, suddenly, he
just thrust forward and his cock rammed into the back of my throat as my
nose smashed in to his wiry pubic bush.  The automatic part of my body was
in total control of me - I couldn't do anything, nothing at all, to prevent
my stomach heaving, my eyes to start streaming, and snot beginning to pour
down my nose as he triggered my gag reflex.  Then I began to panic as I
realised I couldn't breathe as his cock was blocking my throat - I thrashed
uselessly against the bonds holding me down.

Mercifully he pulled back, and I lay there choking and gasping.  His cock
was covered in thick, clear slime, and he continued to smile down at me.
"See, Steve.... This is the mucus from your throat.... Nice, isn't it?"  He
was stroking his cock as he said this, showing me how it was covered in
slime which stuck to his fingers as he pulled them away, leaving those
little "trails" hanging down.  I reckon he knew exactly what he was doing,
as one of the cameras had come right in and was focussed on his cock as he
did this - some sick perverts were presumably going to enjoy seeing me like
that.

Before I could think all that much about it, though, he thrust back in
again as presumably they'd got enough video, and the terrible retching,
choking and involuntary struggling started all over again.  He then didn't
pull out of me completely at this point, just enough to leave his cock on
my tongue and give me a chance to suck in air, before he once more plunged
fully in.

To me the whole thing seemed to go on for hours as I desperately thrashed
around, gasping for air, and knowing that tears and snot were spraying out
of me.  I suppose I was dimly aware of the cameras around me - one seemed
to be taking a long shot of my writhing body and Chas standing in front of
me fucking away, and the other staying really close-in on Chas's cock and
my face as he pumped away.

"OK, lads, I'm going to cum....", Chas called out to warn the two camera
men, and he pulled right out of me.  His hand slid once or twice along the
slimy shaft of his cock, and I knew what was going to happen.... He
deliberately pointed himself at me, and as his ejaculation started, I felt
it warm and wet, spraying all over my face.  Fortunately, some reflex cut
in and I closed my eyes.  But I could hear Chas calling out "Oh sweet
Jesus..... Oh yes.... Oh yes.....", as his eruptions continued and further
bits of cum hit me.

In spite of the snot still dribbling from my nose I caught a whiff of that
unmistakable smell of cum.  And, as I watched, Chas ran his fingers down my
cheek sort of "collecting" it - then to my horror directed it into my
mouth.  Look, like most men I've tasted cum - what lad doesn't at least
have a trial lick at it when he first gets mature?  But there's a world of
difference between just touching your tongue to a bit of your own cum and
having someone shovel a whole load - and I reckon Chas shot a large one -
into your mouth.  I guess I would have retched again had my reflexes not
been totally exhausted, and all I could do was let the slippery mass rest
on my tongue, and then gradually trickle away.  Actually, once you've got
over the revulsion of having cum in you mouth, it's not all that bad, is
it?  I mean, kind of sweet and sour at the same time, and not really
tasting of anything in particular.  I must ask someone one day why cum
smells so
 differently from how it tastes.

I lay there watching as Dave and Jon now came and stood in front of me.
Completely without shame they too stripped off and begin to stroke their
cocks, and Chas asked casually, as if it was the most natural thing in the
world "So which of you is next for Steve's throat?"

"Actually, can we skip to the good bit?", Jon asked.  "I've got a job
tomorrow, and it's going to be late enough as it is before we're out of
here.  If we both fuck his throat, it will take time - then we've got to
recover a bit..... I'd rather go straight on to the arse."

"Sounds good to me", Dave added.  "I'd like out of here as early as
possible."

Chas looked at the two cameramen.  "Have you got enough, do you reckon, or
do we just make Steve choke a bit more?"

"No, I'm fine", the one who had been doing the close-ups told him, and Chas
nodded to them all as if to say "Let's move on then".

It was a real relief as the hard metal slid out of my arse and my head
could flop down.  Chas took the cap off me, too, then fitted a board to the
front of the one on which my body was partially lying, so that I could at
least rest my head - I turned sideways, and felt the smooth leather against
my ear.

"I guess we won't need this again....", Chas muttered as he poked into my
mouth with the screwdriver, and I was at last able to close my jaws.  "I'm
going to take the ring out now, Steve - but don't do anything foolish like
trying to bite my fingers, will you?  It might seem satisfying to have a go
at me, but remember your position: those balls of yours are still
vulnerable, and I can assure you that any pain or damage you cause me I'll
pay back at least tenfold!"

I knew it was useless - there's always a satisfaction in hitting back,
isn't there?  But when it's hopeless, what's the point?  So I let him pull
the things off my teeth, and then relaxed my aching jaws and started to run
my tongue around inside my mouth to try to get rid of the last bits of
Chas's cum.

"Five minute break", Chas called out, and then as the four other guys
opened a can of lager and stood there chatting amongst themselves (Jon and
Dave seemingly completely unembarrassed by their half-hard erections in
front of the others), he came and crouched down by me so that our faces
were on the level.

"Sorry about that, Steve.  But someone has to suffer for art, you know!
Anyway, it will be a lot easier from now on: it's pretty terrifying when
you first take cock down your throat, isn't it?  And you're lucky it was
only me. Normally all of us take a turn..."

"Lucky? Lucky?  Lucky to be lying here trussed up, whilst a load of fucking
perverts...."

"Now, Steve, calm yourself!  It won't do you any good, you know.  There's
nothing you can do, and nothing you can say, that is going to change things
one iota... The best thing you can do is lie there and enjoy it: After all
a whole lot of men do really enjoy taking a cock up their arse, so why
should you be any different?  Now, here..... Let me help you...."

As he said this he produced a big paper hanky.  I braced myself, expecting
the anaesthetic smell again, but instead he held it loosely over my nose.
"Come on, big blow!  You'll feel a lot better with your nose clear.... It
will help you to breathe more easily, and you might like that when we start
again...."

I blew my nose, and it was just like being a very tiny kid again and having
my mom doing it for me.  Then Chas was surprisingly tender, given what he'd
just done to me, as he used another hanky to wipe away the remains of my
tears.  He spat on it to make a corner damp, too, and rubbed it over my
face to clear the remnants of his cum - and I was surprisingly grateful.
Who could have thought that I'd have welcomed another man's spit-soaked
hanky all over my face - but then, who would have thought that my face
would be covered in another bloke's cum anyway?  And, the more I thought
about it, the more I thought it was odd that a man who had raped me could
be so gentle and considerate - I mean, that's not how it normally is, is
it?  But perhaps perverts behave differently from normal men, and blokes
into sex with other men probably behave differently, I thought.

"Time up!  Let's get back to work....", Chas called, and then Jon and Dave
came and stood looking at me.  All three men were casually stroking their
cocks, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do - I mean, in
the changing rooms a bloke might give his cock a little flick to free it
from his sweaty balls, but you don't stand there almost wanking yourself in
front of others, do you?

"He's so tight", Dave told the others.  "Even after the hook, I reckon it's
going to be really tough getting in unless we stretch him a lot and really
lube him."

Chas nodded.  "OK.... Jon..... You milk him."

Chas and Dave carried on standing there, stroking their cocks and keeping
them sort of erect - they seemed to be totally unashamed of it.  But Jon
moved off, and a couple of moments later I felt his hand probing between my
thighs.  He ignored my balls, but grasped my cock, and began to stroke it.

I tried everything I could think of to stop myself going erect.  But Jon's
other hand started to gently scratch a that bit between the base of my
balls and my arse hole.... And there was nothing I could do.  My body
betrayed me. I felt my cock get thicker and harder, and soon he was wanking
me properly.... And, as far as I could tell, doing it rather well, too as
he was really varying things, sometimes doing the whole shaft, sometimes
just teasing my head, and properly sliding my 'skin on and off, adding to
the sensation.  It wasn't long before I felt the tension building inside
me, and then it was impossible to stop: I cried out as my balls fired and
cum shot out of me.... And carried on shouting as Jon didn't stop: my cock
is incredibly sensitive once I've begun to shoot and I always have to stop
and just let the aftershocks happen.  But Jon carried on wanking me, and
the utter helplessness I felt as I knew I couldn't stop him causing me this
exquisite sensation was at once dreadful and yet somehow thrilling.

Eventually he came back to where the other two were standing, holding a
small glass with my cum in it.  He held it up for them to see, and a camera
zoomed in on it.  "I reckon our Steve hasn't had sex recently.... Look at
how much there is....."

"Yes I did", I blurted out.  "Last night!  I always shoot a lot."

"Oh Steve, that is good to hear", Chas added, laughing.  "We all like to
fuck men who think of themselves as real studs."


End Of Part Two