Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2001 11:16:14 -0400
From: budh@bcpl.net
Subject: Breaking in Charles, Part II

                        BREAKING IN CHARLES, PART II
                              A TRUE ROMANCE
         (And if you believe that, I've got a bridge to sell you.)


          This is the story of how a straight dominatrix/sadistic
          mistress (Lucy) seeks to dominate and degrade her straight
          submissive/masochistic partner (Charles) by forcing him
          to perform gay acts of love. Her one mistake is involving
          him in an act of anal intercourse, which he discovers he
          likes.  Through that, he almost escapes into a voluntary
          gay relationship with a coworker for one idyllic weekend -,
          only to be dragged back into the abyss when he returns to
          work. However, we can console ourselves with the thought
          that Charles will never lack for gentlemen admirers.  Now,
          if he were only gay....

                TABLE OF CONTENTS                         Line

                AN HUMANITARIAN ACT                         33

                DAYS WITH ROGER                            384

                A SOCIAL EVENING                           562

                SUNDAY                                     692

                LUCY DISCOVERS ALL                         748

                CHARLES IS PUT TO WORK                     937

                          AN HUMANITARIAN ACT

    After their misadventures at a local hotel, Charles and Lucy were
still dating, thanks to Lucy's unremitting efforts to cause Charles
pain.  This may seem strange to most people, but Charles and Lucy
were not most people.  They had a relationship which was at once
Dominant(Lucy)/Submissive(Charles) and Sadistic(Lucy)/Masochistic
(Charles). Appropriately enough this fit in with their working
relationship.  Lucy was Charles' boss in a big company, which
occupied a number of floors in a large office building.  Lucy was
in charge of the sixth floor and also in charge of Charles, who worked
on the same floor.

    Lucy was aware of the SM nature of their relationship, but chose
not to impose (much) physical pain on Charles.  Strange as it might
appear, she loved him and was protective of him in her own way.
However, she was aware that Charles needed pain and if he couldn't
get it, he might drift away.  The solution was to impose mental pain
(degredation), which she had been doing by requiring Charles, a
straight, to perform homosexual acts.  The situation was complicated
by the fact that Lucy was motivated not just by love and the desire
to keep them together, but also by the fact that she enjoyed the pain
she imposed.  (Why did it give her such satisfaction to impose such
degredation on this naked figure that she loved to hug, she wondered?)

    To this point Charles had done two blow jobs and had been fucked
once.  Since both blow jobs had started out with his forcible
deep-throating, his memories of them were not too good.  Both acts had
been performed at Lucy's direct command (She was right by him when he
had done them), Thus it seemed to him grossly unfair that immediately
after the first one she labeled him a `cocksucker' and required that
he use lipstick at work for then on.  It would make his lips, which
were a cocksucker's best point, more attractive, she said. Luckily
the color of the lipstick she selected was not too extreme, being a
faint blush.  His lips were red, however, and it was only a matter of
time before somebody figured out that there was an invitation there.
Lucy also required him to carry a lipstick of bright red.  It was for
romances (her description of a blow job) of great passion, she said.
What she really intended for this stick Charles did not know. Nothing
good, he feared.

    (Secretly, Charles feared that Lucy was right.  Maybe he was
really a cocksucker - Lucy was generally right about most things. If
she were wrong, then what was the meaning of the stirrings in his
bowels when Walter thrust his dick in his mouth? - If he surrendered
to her schemes he was lost.  But how could he get out of them and did
he really want to get out of them?)

    Precisely as Lucy had intended, Charles lived in terror that his
lipstick  would be discovered.  He already had had inquiries about
it, which he explained as a treatment for a lip problem.  He was also
was apprehensive that this discovery was precisely what Lucy intended.
Lucy wanted interested men to discover the fact that he wore lipstick
and draw the obvious conclusion that it was a come-on. The one lucky
thing for Charles was that Lucy's strategy was unlikely to work with
gays and was likely to work with only a limited number of straights,
but that's all she needed. Lucy had ordered him to report to her any
interest by a coworker.  Charles feared she might intend to assemble
a small stable of men from the sixth floor for Charles to service in
the men's room, a nightmare for him.  She had made vague references
to this.

    Lucy also required him to keep his lipstick fresh at all times.
It was agony for him just to find an opportunity to freshen it
without discovery.  He dreaded the day when, in an overly friendly
manner, a coworker, who had noticed the lipstick, placed Charles'
hand on the coworker's dick.

    Charles' one experience with being fucked was quite different
from the blow jobs.  He had been carefully prepared by Lucy and his
partner had been gentle.  Lucy had been horrified to see that Charles
ejaculated and that he and his partner had ended up in each other's
arms.  The fuck had been designed, like the two blow jobs, to be
humiliating, but Charles did not feel humiliated and had enjoyed it.
For this reason Lucy had not imposed more of this on him.

    Occasionally a part of the office force would go out for a drink
after work.  Charles would usually go, but he usually left after one
drink.  If the party got rowdy, the odds of his being discovered in
some manner would be greatly enhanced.  Not to mention the fact that
Lucy sometimes attended these and she could be a loose cannon.

    One night Lucy was there and was talking to a man, Roger, whose
wife was sick in the hospital.  Privately he complained to Lucy about
his lack of access.  It was not that he didn't love his wife, Roger
said, but he was sure horny.  This was the opening Lucy had been
waiting for.  She asked him if he had ever considered getting a blow
job.  He said yes, but he had no one available, and he was not about
to go to a prostitute.  He was likely to be mugged in the area, or to
catch some disease.

    Lucy said she knew someone who would do it for him.  He was a man
from her own floor, clean, and he might even know him.  There would
be no charge, of course, and the man would be glad to do him the
favor.  Was he willing to be done by a man?

    Roger said he had never been blown by anyone but a woman and he
felt a little intimidated by the idea.  Lucy told him that the man in
question was very nice and liked by all his coworkers.  "Take a
chance," she said.

    After more hesitation, Roger said he could at least talk to him.
Could Lucy introduce him?

    "Of course," Lucy said and leaned away from the bar.  "Is Charles
here?" she called down the bar.  "Yes," the answer came back.
"Tell him Lucy wants to talk to him," she called.  And an
unsuspecting Charles walked up the bar to her.

    "Charles, let me introduce you to Roger.  Roger, Charles.  Do you
two know each other?" Lucy asked.

    It seems they did.  They had worked a few desks down from each
other for several years.

    "Charles, do you have your lipstick?" Lucy asked.  Charles gave
an embarassed glance at Roger.  But it appeared that he did and Lucy
told him to freshen up.  Charles looked stricken.

    "Oh, don't be so modest.  No one is looking," Lucy said.  (That
could have been true if it were not for the room length mirror behind
the bar.)  Leaning forward to be protected by Lucy from the rest of
the bar patrons, Charles pulled out a compact and lipstick and
freshened up.

    "Isn't he cute?  I love his lipstick.  It's very subtle, but it
transforms his face, doesn't it?" Lucy said to Roger.  Roger was
speechless.  Why had he never noticed lipstick on Charles before?

    "You see, Roger," Lucy went on, "Charles is a cocksucker.  My
nickname for him is `Hot-lips'."  Lucy gave Charles a smile and a
little squeeze.

     (Charles felt like he was going to sink through the floor in
embarassment.)

    "He can do a wonderful job for you sucking dick and take a lot of
abuse, if you are into that.  He also fucks - that is: you can fuck
him.  I'm sure you can find plenty to do!  Are you interested?
You'll have to agree to return him in fit condition for work
tomorrow."  (Nobody asked Charles what he thought about this.)

    Roger was as devastated as Charles.  "I would be glad to go with
Charles, if he will go with me.  But would you take him somewhere
else and explain to him the situation.  I'm too embarrassed."

    "Oh. don't be embarrassed," Lucy said, "We're dealing with a
perfectly natural human need here.  Charles, Roger's wife is sick in
the hospital and he hasn't slept with her in months.  It's running
him down.  I told him you would be glad to help him out.  It's lucky
you two are friends."

    "Look at it as an humanitarian act, Charles," Lucy pointed out.

    "Now how are we going to handle this?" Lucy continued, "Since
Roger is so frustrated, I'm tempted to have you put on your passion
lipstick and take him directly back to the men's room hand in hand.
But that might cause too much scandal in the company."

    (Charles legs almost gave way beneath him with relief.)

    "The better way is for you both to go back to the office building
and go up to the sixth floor men's room.  If the cleaning people are
out of there, you're off to the races."

    "Charles, I won't be there to supervise so I want you to listen
carefully to what I say.  This is a moment of great passion (for
Roger, at least) so I want you to carefully put on your red lipstick
and give Roger a very careful and thorough blow job.  Then wait a
while to see if Roger can come back.  If he can, then freshen your
lipstick and do the whole thing over again.  Under no circumstances
will you allow Roger to clean his dick.  I want him to go home
tonight with red lipstick on it. And Roger, if you enjoyed it, I want
you to give Charles a big hug and a kiss on the mouth.  It may go
against your instincts, but the laborer is worthy of his hire."

    Roger was effusive in his thanks. He told Lucy she was the most
understanding woman he had ever met.  Charles was less enthusiastic.
They left the bar to return to the office building.

    Roger was a little uncomfortable.  "You know, I'm very grateful
to you too.  I never imagined a man would do this for me," Roger
said.

    "Don't be grateful to me," Charles said.  "Those were orders I
got tonight.  I have no choice in this.  However, there are a lot of
worse guys I could be doing this for."  They shook hands on it.

    "Are you gay?" Roger asked.  Charles said no.  He was just doing
this because Lucy ordered him to.

    "Then why do you do it?" Roger asked.  You could get another job
somewhere else."

    "It's too complicated to explain," Charles answered him, (as if
he could) "And I'm in this now so I think I'll stick it out for a
while longer."

    Roger looked at Charles under a street light.  Lucy had been
right.  He looked entirely different in his lipstick, attractive and,
not to put too fine a point on it, not unlike what he imagined a
cocksucker to look like.  He decided not to press the point and, with
his new view of Charles, found himself becoming eager for the
encounter.  Hot-Lips Charles!, he thought to himself.  Maybe he could
grab his ass, he thought to himself. Just to see what would happen,
he thought.  He tried it and Charles did not pull away.

    New vistas appeared before Roger's eyes. Maybe the long drought
might be over for him.

    They took the elevator to the sixth floor.  The cleaning people
were done.  But Charles led Roger to Lucy's office.  "We might as
well be comfortable and the whole thing is her idea," he said.  They
took off their coats and Charles told Roger to take off his pants.
He sat Roger on the edge of Lucy's chair and knelt down before him.
Taking Roger's dick in his hand, he kneaded it until Roger was hard.
He put a rubber on Roger and stopped.  A problem!  Lucy had failed to
realize that the rubber was so long.  With a conventional blow job
all the lipstick would end up on the rubber.  To get lipstick on
Roger's dick he was going to have to take that dick down deep.

    Well, he thought he had been deep-throated before with a man
shoving his dick down into him and Lucy, with her thumb up his ass,
shoving him up.  He wondered how much of that had been designed to
help him and how much for torture.  Well, he thought, if he tried a
deep-throat tonight, it would be purely voluntary.  Roger probably
wouldn't even know what was going on.  If he couldn't do it, he
could just stop.  On the other hand, he didn't dislike Roger and it
would please him to put the lipstick on his dick for his ride home.
I'll do it, if I can! he thought.

    Looking at Roger he said, "I've got to get your dick way down
inside me for my lips to reach past your rubber and put lipstick on
your skin.  I'll do the whole thing. Don't touch me while I'm doing
it.  I'll take care of everything."

    He took Roger's dick into his mouth, being careful to keep his
mouth open wide, and with his hand guided it to the back of his
mouth.  I bet this really looks strange with my open mouth, he
thought.  Well, here goes!  Pressing his throat against Roger's dick,
he controlled an impulse to gag and made sure he could breathe.
Don't panic, he told himself and carefully began to swallow in small
increments.  It worked!  But Roger's dick went in slowly.  Well, he
had all night!

    Suddenly his lips touched flesh!  He was in!  He closed his lips
on the flesh, giving it a dose of lipstick.  Can I go farther back on
his dick he wondered, flush with success.  He could and he continued
to print lipstick farther and farther back until he reached Roger's
belly and his balls beneath. Now slowly out of here, he thought to
himself, and slowly withdrew.

    He came up for a breather and looked at Roger's dick, which had
lipstick liberally imprinted on the inner portion!  He'd done it!  It
felt good to please Roger, not to mention himself.

    "I didn't know such a thing was possible, "Roger said, "You got a
lot of lipstick down there."

    Suddenly, a stray thought hit Charles, "Is my lipstick smeared?"
he asked.  Why would he care about that? he asked himself.  Because
I am pleasing Roger and I don't want to spoil it by looking like a
mess, the answer came back.

    "You look great," Roger answered, patting Charles on the head.
A flush of pleasure swept over Charles.  He took Roger's dick and put
it back into his mouth.  He began to suck methodically on the head of
the dick, also making liberal use of his tongue.  Looking up, he saw
he definitely had Roger's attention.  He lowered his lips on the dick
and holding the dick tightly with them, he began to pump up and down
on it.  After a few minutes, Roger began to breathe heavily and
suddenly came.  He sat back in Lucy's chair, relaxed.

    Charles felt the pleasure of satisfying someone he wanted to.  He
took the rubber off Roger's dick and threw it in the wastebasket.
Taking his handkerchief, he wiped the end of Roger's dick clean.  He
liked doing for Roger.  With Roger he was operating on his own and
with no authority figures giving harsh orders.  He needed some of
that, of course, just to feel secure, but he could also enjoy the
alternative.  Turning his back on Roger, he rested his head between
Roger's legs against the seat of the chair.

    For a while they chattered aimlessly, exchanging surprised,
pleasant smiles between themselves.  Finally, "What do you think,"
Charles asked, "Do you think you're ready for another?"

    To Charles' surprise Roger rose out of his seat, pulling Charles
up with him.  "At Lucy's orders you get your hug and kiss," Roger
said, closing his arms around Charles and giving him a kiss.

    Charles was disappointed that Roger didn't want his second blow
job, but he felt the evening had been a great success.  Then he felt
Roger's hands gripping his ass.

    "It's not that I want the evening to be over, it's that I want
you to fix your lipstick and come home with me.  We'll come back to
work together Friday.  It's been a long time since I've had a date
and I want to enjoy it with you.  Both his hands kept a firm grasp
on Charles' ass and Charles was in no doubt as to what Roger had in
mind.  Well, why not?  Being fucked last time definitely didn't hurt
and he liked Roger. Roger hadn't pulled any rough stuff and they were
having fun together.

    "I'd like that," said Charles, "but I will have to stop at an
all-night drug store on the way."

     When they stopped at the drug store, Charles bought more
lubricated rubbers.  He had this feeling that Lucy was soon going to
 put him in play and what he definitely didn't want was to run out of
them.  But the most immediate thing he was after was a lubricant.  He
had this feeling his ass was going to get a workout and he didn't
want to run out of that.

    He smiled at Roger when he got back in the car and they took off.
When they got out of the car Charles and Roger took their packages to
the kitchen table, put them down and turned to each other.

    "Would you like a drink?" Roger asked.

     "I'd love a drink," Charles said.  Roger mixed him one and one
for himself,  They got rid of their coats, and settled down on the
couch.  Charles had just taken a sip of his drink when Roger pulled
him to him for a protracted kiss.  He then began to take Charles'
clothes off with Charles helping as he could.  He then took his own
clothes off.  Roger led Charles to his bed, but Charles asked him to
wait a minute.  They were going to need rubbers, lubricant and, as
Roger suggested, Charles' passionate red lipstick.

    "I want you passionate," he told Charles, "so put it on."

    Charles did and Roger declared him a knock-out.  Roger told him
that that was not enough though, and demanded the tube.  When he got
it, he lay Charles face down on the bed.  Charles then felt Roger
marking something on his ass around his asshole.  Charles demanded to
know what was going on and Roger with a laugh got a mirror and showed
him what he had done.  Roger had drawn a pair of passionate red lips
and centered right in the middle of them was Charles' asshole.  "I've
been in the other end, so I need an invitation to the other," Roger
said.

    Charles placed some lubricant right in the center of the new
lips.

    "There, you've got it," he said.

    Roger had been by no means worn out by Charles' first blow-job,
but he was conscientious and with repeated efforts he was able to
remove all traces of horniness.  This was fine with Charles.  He
lliked satisfying Roger.  He had plenty of lubricant, he liked the
feel of Roger's dick up his ass, and he was able to come.

                              DAYS WITH ROGER

    The next morning Roger and Charles woke up on time for work, but
Roger, affectionate, but intense, told Charles, "Today is Friday.
Call in sick to work, and I'd better call Lucy and thank her for
introducing us.  I'll tell her we both had a good time, but give her
no details.  I'm also saying that I won't be in to work.  I'm not
letting you out of my sight until I can get you outfitted."

    He tossed Charles a long-sleeved pull-over and told him to take a
shower and put that on.  Charles needed that shower.  He put the
pull-over on and went through Roger's bureau looking for undershorts.
Finding a pair he went out to Roger.  Roger frowned at him. "Take off
those shorts.  Those shapeless things do nothing for you," he said.
You'll have to excuse me, but I'm all enthusiastic about you.  It was
like this for me when my wife first moved in with me."

    Charles sighed.  He hoped Roger wasn't going to be another Lucy.
Why do I attract these types? he asked himself.  But his night with
Roger had been as good as any with Lucy and, he hoped, the days might
be a great deal easier.

    Roger left Charles after breakfast, telling him he would be right
back.  He wasn't gone long and returned with a jar of hair
dilapidating cream. The next thing Charles knew he was in the bath
tub, while Roger was removing every bit of his hair from his neck
down.  Roger was careful to get every strand around Charles' asshole,
but left a small amount around his genital area untouched.  "Tell
Lucy I saved that for her," he said.

     Charles didn't particularly object since he knew his clothes
would hide this during the day.  Roger gave him a pair of slacks to
wear, (but still no undershorts) and they took off for a bikers'
tatoo shop in not a particularly nice section of town.  When they
entered the shop, Charles' nervousness changed to acute embarassment
when Roger announced to the proprietor, "I need a rose for my
boyfriend's asshole."  The proprietor didn't turn a hair.  Apparently
there were other roses around town.

    All three of them went in the back, where Charles' pants came off
and his rose went on.  Charles looked at it in a mirror stand with
the help of a hand mirror.  The rose was not too large, about two
inches across (one inch in every direction around his asshole).
Charles still could hide it in his clothes, but a feeling of dread
filled him.  What was going to happen when Lucy discovered this?

    Their shopping continued, mostly in gay sections of town.  The
next thing was something Charles had dreaded for sometime - a makeup
kit - followed by careful instructions on how to use it, especially
in a non-obvious manner.  Also purchased were silk panties with lace
(sheer so that Roger's rose was not obscured), red stockings, garter
belt and pantyhose. Surprise purchases were a ballerina skirt
(without pants), a riding crop and a jock strap.

    On the way back Charles was depressed.  What was happening to his
masculinity?  He had seen this coming ever since he started dating
Lucy.  "Don't you worry about that," Roger grinned.  "Anytime you
start to think about it, just stick your ass up and I'll make you
forget all about it."

    What could he do?, Charles thought, Roger was in charge.  It was
sort of comforting, even if a little scary.

    When they got home and took the packages in, Roger immediately
started dressing him, garter belt, red stockings, black pullover and
black evening slippers and the jock strap.  "Ballerinas have little
use for a dick so we'll just keep it tucked away," Roger explained,
"Your main claim to fame will be your rose."  Since Charles' still
had nothing on between his pullover and his stockings (except for the
jockstrap), Roger used the ballerina skirt to fill in the difference.
It flared out nicely, but very little could be said for its length.

    "Don't worry about it," Roger said, "Any time you're feeling
modest about it, push it down in front."

    "But," Charles objected, "If I do that, it rises up in the rear
and exposes my ass."

    "Wonderful," said Roger, "Now make your face up."

    Charles groaned.

    When Charles came out again, he really did look quite attractive,
even for a man.

    "I want you to pose for me," said Roger, "Turn your back to me,
put your feet about two feet apart, put your hands on your hips and
push your skirt down in front with your fingers,"  (Charles' skirt
obediently rose in back, completely exposing his ass.) "Now up on
your tiptoes (Charles had no high heels.)  Now look around at me and
smile."  Charles did so and he really did look cute:  His ass was
given definition by his standing on tiptoes and was framed by his
stockings and his ballerina skirt.  It was set off perfectly by his
rose.  Then he noticed that Roger had a camera aimed at him.  Click!
went the camera and Charles almost died.

    "What are you doing?" he screamed at Roger.

    "Building a scapbook for you and me," Roger said.  "Since I'm
going to be in some of these pictures myself, I wouldn't let them be
published any more than you.  But one day I'm going to enjoy these
pictures and so will you."

     The polaroid gave forth its picture and they studied it.  It was
good, Charles thought, not that he would ever want it published.
"Now assume the pose again," said Roger, this one will be for you!"

     Next Roger posed him in the same position, but partially bent
over with his hands on his knees and saucily peeking around his
skirt, which was dutifully up in back.

     Roger gave him a rubber and they repeated the series with him
holding out the rubber to the camera.

    Roger went into the bedroom and returned with the new riding
crop.

    "Bend over that chair, he said.

    "No," wailed Charles, "I've never had this done to me before."

    "Lucy says you like abuse," replied Roger. "Now bend over." He
swished the crop in the air.

    "Roger," wailed Charles, "You've never hurt me before."  But he
was already bent over.  Roger gave him two sharp whacks with the
crop.  Square on his ass, but not too near his rose.  He didn't want
to spoil the pictures.

    Did I hit him too hard?, Roger asked himself.  Surprisingly,
Charles was smiling at him.  I thought it was harder, he told
himself, but Charles is all right.  Charles must have sensitive skin,
he thought, those welts look bad.  But Charles was still smiling at
him.

    Then they repeated the whole series with the red welts on
Charles' ass and then again with him offering the riding crop to the
camera.

    It was by now Friday night, time to quit for the night.  Roger
grabbed Charles' ass (conveniently displayed by his costume) and
asked, "What happens when the photographer does this to the model?"
Charles threw his arms about his neck.

    The next day the two lovers went to a nearby shopping mall and,
when they came out, Charles was wearing trim, almost form fitting,
slacks with about a 28" inseam.  This length stopped the slacks' legs
at about two inches above his slippers.  Womens' slacks stopped at
about twice that height above their shoes, but Charles' length was
sufficient to display a trim ankle clad in pantyhose.  What was not
shown were the silk panties Roger had given him.

    It was not that Charles, like a woman, was interested in
attracting men.  Charles was interested in attracting one man only,
his lover, Roger.

    The men had gathered enough `cutie' photographs of Charles so
they turned to pornographic ones.  Roger had little interest in them,
but he knew if he didn't get some, he might regret it later.

    They started with a classic one with Charles kneeling at the foot
of Roger sitting in a chair.  Charles had Roger's dick in his mouth.
"I'll pose for these pictures for you," said Charles, "but I don't
like to do it.  The only blow job I ever enjoyed was the one I gave
you.  The rest of them were done at Lucy's orders, with her watching
me like a vulture.  I never wanted to do them then and I never had,
until I met Lucy."

    Roger said, "Any blow job you give me will be on your own hook,
OK?"

    "Any blow job you want will be on my own hook," Charles said.

    They took one picture of Roger deep throating Charles, but that
was the end of it.

    When it came to anal intercourse, Roger's favorite picture was of
Charles lying on his side on a sofa facing the camera.  His legs were
widely spread, one foot resting on the top of the sofa's back and the
other foot resting on the floor.  Behind Charles was Roger, whose
dick was rammed about halfway up Charles' ass.  Charles did not look
too distressed about this (his own dick was as hard as a board) and
he was smiling and reaching behind himself to hold Roger.

    Another passionate one was a closeup, not involving faces, of
Charles, who had been sitting on the sofa but who now had had his
legs raised high in the air.  From between his partner's legs
Charles' rose appeared, deeply penetrated by his partner's dick.

                          A SOCIAL EVENING

    That afternoon Roger walked down the hall to the apartment of a
neighboring couple, Pam and Bill.  The couple had shared some
passionate evenings with Roger and his wife (including some wife
swapping).  It did not take long for Roger's wife to tire of this and
to want to return to a more conventional life.  Relations between
Roger's wife and Pam and Bill became quite strained after that.

    Roger knocked on their door, was invited in, and had a long
conversation with them.  They knew that Roger's wife had been in the
hospital for a long time and they were glad that Roger had found an
interim companion.  Not having been too friendly with the wife, they
had no objection to what had happened and were glad to accept Roger's
invitation to dinner that evening.

    Roger returned to his apartment to inform Charles that he was
about to have his first social evening.  At first flustered, Charles
realized that from his bachelor days he had plenty of experience to
draw upon.  Roger would be helping also.

    When the couple rang Roger's bell and the door opened, they were
confronted by a beautiful Charles.  He was fully made up and wore red
lipstick.  He wore form fitting slacks of his 28" length over
pantyhose.  His shirt was a yellow silk, open for several buttons
down at the neck, and he wore a tight necklace of pearls.

    "Why, you're beautiful!" exclaimed Pam.  But you are a man,
aren't you?"

    "Yes," Charles replied.  "I'm not trying to be something I'm not,
but Roger likes me to dress this way.  Actually, even if I am a man,
I bet we have a lot in common."

    "I'm glad to meet you Charles," Bill said.  He was a larger, more
definite man than Roger.  "I think this is going to be a wild
evening.  I bet you are going to be an interesting dinner companion."

    "Easy boy," said Pam, "Don't forget I'm here too!"

    "Well, if he does," Roger said, "I won't.  Hey, haven't we been
through this before?

    "Yes," said Pam, "Too bad your wife broke it up!

    Seeing Charles was uncomfortable, they switched the conversation
to more neutral topics.  Roger served drinks and the dinner
progressed.  When they found out that Charles had fixed it, both Bill
and Pam were effusive in their praise.  Then they retired to the
living room for after dinner drinks.

    They began to talk about the old days and the fun they had.  They
had often swapped wives in the old days until Roger's wife broke it
up.  And their resentment was still clear, although Bill and Pam said
that she was probably right.  That was dangerous stuff.  Pam said
that if someone suggested it today she would probably turn it down,
but she wasn't sure.  She still missed the adventure that the sexual
exploration had had.

    Charles said he didn't want to go into details, but he had had
enough sexual exploration to last a lifetime and he hoped he could
stick with Roger for a long time.  Roger hugged him.

    "Still and all, Bill," Roger said, "Haven't you wondered what
fucking a man would be like?  At Charles' frightened glance he said
"Nobody's fucking you but me."

    "How about you, Pam," Roger said, "Haven't you wondered about a
man being fucked."

    Having noticed that neither Pam nor Bill had denied curiosity, he
said, "We don't have to switch partners for you to find out.  You
could watch while I fucked Charles."  At Charles' outcry, he said,
"To make Charles comfortable you could fuck right next to us.  That
would be tame compared to what we used to do."

    Still no objection from Bill and Pam.  He turned to Charles, "Do
this for me, Charles.  It will still be you and me, but I'll get to
show off what an attractive and hot number I have taken up with."

    Charles' native submissiveness took over and he was also grateful
that he didn't have to fuck Bill.  He kissed Roger, indicating his
submission.

    "Charles consents," Roger said, "But we've still got to consider
his feelings so let's all strip first and then we can watch Charles."
Everyone, excited at the new adventure, quickly stripped.

    "Take off your shoes, Charles," Roger directed.  He then raised
Charles and took off his shirt (His string of pearls remained). Then
Roger unloosened his belt and dropped his slacks.  "He's not dressed
so differently from you, Pam," Roger said, helping Charles take his
pantyhose off.  He turned Charles' back to them.  "I gave him those
 panties, sheer so they wouldn't hide an invitation back there.  See
it, a rose?

    Taking Charles panties off, he showed the rose in the clear.  "He
certainly makes it clear where he wants the dick to go, doesn't he?"
Charles gripped his arm.  "I'm embarrassing him.  Let's go back into
the bedroom.

    They did and Bill placed Pam on one side (on her back) and Roger
placed Charles on the other (on his stomach).  Roger got on his knees
above Charles and addressing Charles and Pam, he said "Why don't you
two lovebirds hold hands while you are being fucked  Maybe you can
feel some electric tension from each other.  And face each other!

    Roger and Bill lowered themselves on their partners and began to
pump,  Their partners, holding hands, stared in each other's eyes,
watching their heads being gently jolted over and over again.  Soon
Pam saw Charles lose focus and start to stare into space as if he
were more concerned with what was happening to him in his lower
regions.  Roger's got him, Pam thought, that's the last he'll think
about me.  Suddenly her attention was also distracted and that was
the last she thought about him.

    When it was over, Pam, coming up for air, said, "That was
wonderful.  It was only Bill, but I don't know when I've enjoyed it
more.  That was a great idea, Roger."

    Charles felt a part of the group and, having enjoyed it too,
grinned.

    "Look at Charles," Pam said, "He enjoyed it too!  Well, welcome
to the group, Charles."

    "Let's do it again, soon."

    Sunday afternoon, they agreed.

                              SUNDAY

    Sunday afternoon seemed never to come for the four friends, eager
to try the mutual lovemaking soon again.  When they gathered in
Roger's apartment, Roger brought out an envelope of photographs.

    "Oh, no!" screamed Charles.

    "Oh, yes," smiled Roger, hugging him.

    "I've got a set of photographs," Roger said, "which are a real
turn on - at least to me - and you may find them interesting too.
Charles is dying because they are of him, mostly.  I took them
myself."

    "Pam, tell him it's all in the family and after last night he has
nothing we haven't seen", Roger said

    "That's right, Charles, I had to suffer through a set of those of
me once too.

    Charles subsided.  Why did he trust Pam?   He really did feel
they had something in common.

    Roger shared the photographs with the others.  Charles was
reassured by their comments.  They liked him and thought he was sexy.
They did serve as a turn-on.  Bill said he never knew a man could be
sexy, to another man, that is.  After the photographs the friends
quickly stripped, but Bill brought them all to a halt.

    "Roger's wife is in the hospital.  Why can't we go back to wife
swapping, at least once.  I bet Pam wouldn't object to one last time
with Roger and I want Charles so bad I can taste it.  I'm after his
rose!"

    There being no objection from Pam, Roger turned to Charles whose
face had gone white.  "No one's making you do anything, Charles. This
is just a suggestion which you can refuse.  There's no Lucy here.  We
are just a group of friends.  Won't you help out your friends?  You
don't have to, but we used to do this all the time once upon a time."

    Pam put in the deciding word.  "I'm getting fucked too and not by
my husband either.  Why don't you get back on that bed with me, hold
hands, and watch our heads bob back and forth.  We had a good time
last night."

    Charles realized he would be with Pam, holding her hand, and
Roger would be very close.  "OK," he said

    Bill immediately took charge of Charles and put Charles' hand on
his dick.  "Why don't you two give us a few minutes in the bedroom
alone.  We won't be long," he said.  To Charles he said, "Don't let
go, Charles." As he led Charles into the bedroom.

    Roger and Pam went into a long clinch and Roger seized a breast.
It had been a long time for them.

    Bill and Charles sat down on the bed.  "We haven't known each
other very long and what we need is a get-acquainted session." Bill
said.  Charles said nothing.  He waited to see where this was going.
Bill slid Charles off the bed and onto his knees.  He pulled Charles
to him.  "Wait," Charles exclaimed, "I need a rubber!"  He had
learned where this was going in a hurry.  Bill reached in a drawer in
the nightstand and took one out.  He handed it to Charles, who put it
on Bill's dick.  His dick was larger than Roger's, he noted, but not
too large for him.  Bill was large, assertive, and definite, but he
wasn't a bully or a slave master.  Definitely not a Lucy type.  He
put Bill's dick in his mouth without protest.  Bill settled himself
comfortably in Charles' mouth and Charles began to suck.  It didn't
take long before Charles dipped his mouth lower, gripping Bill's dick
firmly with his lips and began to pump.  Bill came soon after.
"Swallow it, " Bill said.  Charles dutifully did so.  I've got an
instinct for following orders, he noted to himself.  Still Bill had
done nothing to offend him.

    Bill and Charles came out to find Roger on his knees before Pam.
Pam definitely was making no objection, but when she saw them come
in, she stopped Roger right away.  "They're ready, let's go into the
bedroom."  She was a little breathless as they hurried into the
bedroom, but she asked Charles, "Did you do a good job on my
husband?"  "Did Roger on you?" Charles replied.

    They got back on the bed as they had last night.  Charles held
Pam's hand tightly and looked into her eyes.  She smiled at him.

    Roger instructed Bill.  "Fucking Charles is a little more trouble
than you're used to, Bill.  You're used to relying on the lubrication
from your rubber, but that's not enough for Charles.  Get him to put
a gob on.  He knows the right amount."

    Charles put a gob on and the men lowered themselves into
position.  Charles felt pressure at his asshole - he was getting used
to it now - and then took a sharp intake of breath as Bill's large
dick went far up in him and began to move.  Big, deep and forceful,
Charles thought approvingly. Their men working hard above them,
Charles and Pam, holding hands, staring into each other's eyes,
almost a pair of lovebirds themselves, watched their heads bob
forward and back together.  It wasn't long before they found
something else to be interested in.

    Afterward, Charles said, "Pam, I know this sounds funny, but I
love being fucked with you."

                          LUCY DISCOVERS ALL

    Monday, the day Charles had been dreading, arrived.  Perhaps he
should have dressed more cautiously, but he loved Roger and he was
going to dress as Roger wanted, being as careful as he could be, of
course.

    No sooner had he arrived at work than he was summoned to Lucy's
office.  To a casual glance he had dressed normally.  Perhaps his
pants were tighter than they used to be and his pants legs a little
shorter, but nothing that stood out.  He wore loafers.  Lucy
noticed nothing.  "Sit down and tell me about your date with Roger,"
she said, "I'm all ears."

    Charles sat down and demurely crossed his legs, knees together.

    "Well," said Charles, "I blew him, as you said.  He enjoyed it.
Also I had to deep-throat him to get lipstick behind his rubber on
his dick."

    "I didn't think of that," said Lucy, "but you get points for
initiative. I'll have to think of a suitable reward, a switch?  I'm
not sure how I feel about your using my office, however.  I found
your rubber in my wastebasket. I had the devil of a time trying to
get rid of it."

    "He took me home," said Charles, "and I spent the weekend with
him."

    "Were you blowing him all that time?" asked Lucy.  "No," said
Charles, "he was fucking me."

    "I bet you were having the time of your life," said Lucy, "I
remember you and Walter."

    "I was," said Charles.

    Suddenly, Lucy sat up.  "Charles, Where are your socks?" She
almost shouted. "Is that pantyhose on your legs?"  Charles'
concealment had not lasted long.  His heart sank.

    "You can't go home tonight after work," Lucy said, "You've got a
date with me.  I want to look into this further.  Work at that desk
by my door today and don't leave without telling me."

    Charles heart sank even further.  She wasn't going to let him out
of her sight.  He would have no chance to change any of his clothes.

    That night, as soon as they were in the hotel room Lucy ordered
him to strip.  As he did so, she was hilarious.  "Womens' slacks,"
she laughed. (They really weren't.  They were Charles' own design.)
"Pantyhose" she gasped. (She had him there.)  "Silk panties", Lucy
almost died.  Finally Charles had to take off his shirt and Lucy
noticed.  "Charles, what happened to all your hair?  He has turned
you into a woman."

    Charles pointed to the small amount of pubic hair around his
genitalia.  "He said to tell you that he saved that for you."

    "Only a small amount.  I bet he wasn't interested in that side,"
she said, "Turn around so I can see if he left you with any ass at
all.  I should never have put you in the hands of a frustrated man
like him."

    Charles turned around.  His rose appeared.  "A rose on your ass,"
she hooted, "and just at the strategic place too.  I can't wait to
tell some of my friends about this, but they'll want to see pictures.
I bet he took pictures, didn't he."  Charles had to admit that he
had.  "Do you have a set?" she asked.  Charles had to admit that he
did.  "Well, bring them in with you in the morning and give them to
me," she ordered.  "And be sure they're a complete set or you'll
regret it." Charles knew he was sunk.

    "Now it's my turn with you," she smiled, "I hope Roger left a
little bit of you for me."
                            *  *  *  *

    The next morning, with sinking heart, Charles turned over the
envelope of photographs to Lucy.

    Why am I so obedient?  Why do I feel like I never have any
choice, he wondered.  He was turning his very life over to Lucy and
the power to make his life hell, yet he even had pleasure in his
surrender.

    "I'm not going to look at these now," she said, "You've got
another date with me tonight and we'll look at these together."
 Charles wondered when it happened that they had stopped agreeing on
dates and she began announcing them.

    That night, as soon as they entered the hotel room, Lucy opened
the envelope.

    "You be taking off your clothes while I glance at these," she
said.

    When Charles was naked, Lucy asked him to turn around so she
could get another look at his rose and then told him to sit beside
her.  She had all his `cutie' photographs spread out on a table.

    "You know," she said, "Roger has an eye.  He really makes you
look tempting.  I can use these, privately, of course, to drum up
some business for you; perhaps lend a few out.  And it isn't even
illegal because you never charge.  It's what you really want? -
or, perhaps, a suggestion from me.  All in all, they're very nice.

    "I don't know if you should have let Roger take them, however.
Now every time you talk to someone, you'll wonder whether he's seen
them and what he thinks of you.  Men you never expect to will be
grabbing your ass.  Things could become uncomfortable for you.

    "The worst of the lot are these pornographic shots.  I will be
showing them around also.  I don't think Roger will mind.  Sticking
your dick into the mouth or the ass of a consenting man is something
most men have been tempted to do, if not actually done.  They will
understand,  But Charles, your situation is quite different.  Taking
the dick of a consenting man in your mouth or your ass may be legal,
but not quite as well understood.

    "Unfortunately, Roger's very skill has made things more difficult
for you.  That shot, without any faces, of a rose on an ass being
deeply penetrated by a dick is striking.  However, the other
photographs make it clear just whose ass bears the rose.  Perhaps the
worst is that photograph of you on the couch with a wanton smile and
Roger's dick deeply up your ass.  That will be hard to forget."

    Charles wondered how he could survive another day.

    "Well, that's enough of photographs tonight.  I have something
else for you to do." said Lucy.

                    CHARLES IS PUT TO WORK

    The next morning Lucy called Charles in to tell him, "Guess what?
You already have an admirer!  And he's important!  He's my boss from
the seventh floor!  Your fame spreads!  He wants to get together with
you tonight.  He's seen the photographs of you.  Wear your costume if
you can." (He couldn't, it was at Roger's)  He can't have anything to
do with you at work, but I will give you his address.  Be there at
seven."

    "Lucy," said Charles timidly, "I don't want to go.  I love Roger
and he treats me very well.  I want to stay true to him.  As a matter
of fact, I would like to stop our dates too."

    "Charles," Lucy replied, "You don't know what you're saying.  If
you broke up with me, you would be very unhappy.  Don't you realize
how passionate you are with me in spite of how I make you suffer?
Actually, it's not in spite of, it's because of.  You might think you
want to be faithful to Roger, but you need to do my little exercises.
You might not think it, but you enjoy them even though you suffer.
Why do you think we have stayed together so long? And, of course, I
do enjoy what I put you through.  I wish I could still watch.  But
you're on to bigger and better things now.  People like you.  You
blow, but you have found your forte in your ass.  But maybe we can
work it out so that Roger never learns about what you have to do.  I
can help with alibis.  In the meantime, you will make that date
tonight.  He's your boss too and he needs his dick sucked.  OK?

    "OK," said Charles.

                               *  *  *  *

    Promptly at seven Charles knocked on the door of the boss's
apartment.  The door opened and a very distinguished man of about
fifty stood there.

    "Are you Charles?" he asked.  When Charles said yes, he ushered
him in.  Charles was still in business clothes (Roger style, of
course).

    "I am Mr. Hamilton.  You probably have heard of me from work.  I
hope you will tell Lucy how grateful I am that she sent you over. I'm
separated from my wife, you know, and until the separation agreement
is settled I can't appear to date other women." he explained.  "I
understand you couldn't bring your costume tonight.  That's too bad.
I was looking forward to seeing you in it.  I think it will be very
inspirational for me," he grinned.

    Now I've got to turn him on too, Charles groaned to himself.

    "Well, we might as well get started," the boss said.  Take off
your clothes and I think I might start off with a blow job.

    Romantic, Charles thought.  He did take off his clothes,
uncomfortable under his boss's clinical gaze.

    A man used to command, thought Charles resentfully.  When Charles
had his clothes off, his boss turned him around so he could see
examine his rose.  Feeling utterly degraded, he stood still for his
boss's feeling him up.  He even had to bend over while his boss,
enjoying himself immensely, stuck a finger up his ass "to examine the
promise of the rose."  But  he didn't know what else he could do.

    "Next, kneeling naked before his boss, he explained to him about
rubbers.  "I'm clean," his boss said.  "Yes," Charles replied, "but
how do you know I am?" He never had any trouble about that again.

    Placing his boss's dick in his mouth, Charles blew him.  The boss
came.

    "Let me see that rose again, the boss said.  Charles stood up and
turned his back on him.  He wiggled his ass.  "Inspirational," the
boss said and seizing Charles by the rose, he led him back to the
bedroom.  "Now what do we do?" the boss asked.  Charles explained the
details of fucking him and put a gob of cream on his rose.  Then the
boss had at it.  It wasn't very inspirational for Charles.  It was
painful even.  Charles didn't come, but the boss did, and that's what
mattered.

    The boss felt much better. "I've never done that before and it
was better than I thought.  I bet my friends don't know about this
either."

    He patted Charles on the ass and offered him a few bills, which
Charles refused.  Then Charles left, promising to return tomorrow
night with his costume.  I'm no better than a common prostitute,
thought Charles, bitter and humiliated.

    Then a stray thought passed through his mind.  If he had been
forced to undergo and do degrading things and his boss handled him
brusquely, if not roughly - more as a toy than anything else - why
was his dick hard all night?

                              *  *  *  *

    In the morning Charles reported to Lucy that he thought the boss
was pleased.  He had come orally and anally.  "He was pleased," said
Lucy, "but the costume is going to knock him out.  Keep up the good
work."  Charles complained about the boss feeling him up and sticking
his finger up his ass.  "That's all part of the game," she said, "but
I don't like his sticking a finger up your ass."  She paused.  "I
always prefer a thumb, you know."  Charles knew.

    That night Charles returned with his costume, went into the
bathroom and put it on - his garter belt and red stockings, his
pullover and his jock strap, which incidentally covered his small
amount of remaining pubic hair.  Finally, he put on his ballerina
skirt and made a dramatic entrance.  His boss smiled.  This is what
he had been waiting for.  Charles began a dance, wiggling his ass,
flipping his skirt up and down in back.  Charles had never felt so
degraded.  Luckily, it didn't last long because in a fit of passion
his boss threw him on the bed with his costume still on (skirt up in
back, luckily) and then fucked him hard.  Strangely enough, Charles
reacted very positively to this treatment, gave his enthusiastic
cooperation, and came.  Afterward, he thought his boss wasn't so bad,
and with reasonable treatment he could be his friend.  His boss made
Charles promise to return the next night with his costume.  He was
pleased.  "You're a hot number, Charles," he said.

                              *  *  *  *

    When he reported to Lucy the next day, she told him he had
knocked the socks off his boss.  "He could hardly keep it to
himself," she said, "another few nights like this and I am going to
get a promotion.  That means you will too, Charles.  You've got the
ass and I control it!  There is a divine design in your internal
plumbing that enables you to get a great deal out of fucking and
transmit it to your partner."

    The next night when Charles returned to his boss's, he saw to his
shock two men of about his boss's age in the apartment with his boss.
All three had drinks in their hands.  Charles didn't think these were
their first, either.  A bolt of fear shot through him.  They were all
smiling, but not in a reassuring way.  It was more in a predatory
way.  Charles was afraid that he was in for a very long, very rough
evening.  His dick rose.  "Good evening, Charles," said his boss,
patting his ass, "I want you to meet two very close friends of mine.
 They want to see you dance."

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