Date: Tue, 17 Nov 2015 00:53:36 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Glory Hole Trap Part 9 Glory Hole Trap (part 9) A bigoted homophobe thinks that he can harass gay people, until one day he is at their mercy and finds his life completely changing. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction. –––––––––––––––––––– I awoke on Sunday and remembered the ordeal I was to face. I really wanted to just roll over and sleep through the day, but Marsha urged me on. "I'm sorry you have to go through this, but the sooner it is behind you the better," she said. "How do you feel about going with me?" I asked. "I'm on your side, and I want to be there for you," Marsha said, "but I know that they want me there to add to your humiliation – and I wish that wasn't so." "I hope I can get it done the first time," I said, "but am not sure I can force myself to be aroused with a guy standing in front of me." "Do I arouse you?" Marsha asked. "Of course you do!" I said, "that should be clear to you." "Then try really hard to think only of me," Marsha instructed, "let your imagination protect you – I will be there wishing you to succeed." I kissed Marsha and thought about how much I was really drawn to her. I wondered if I was in love with her or just infatuated with her. Whatever it was, I felt really strongly about her. We didn't do much that day but enjoy each other's company, which was a wonderful way to spend the day. Marsha offered me encouragement the entire time, and told me she had witnessed what I was about to endure several times before, but never as a girlfriend, and she hoped that it would be the last she would watch. She confessed that she hoped that we could be together going forward, and hoped that I would want that too. "Ever since I was trapped by that glory hole my life has been turned upside down," I said, "but out of the chaos, I've found you, and do want you with me going forward." We continued to kiss as I realized that I was actually envisioning Marsha as a possible wife – something I would have found revolting not long ago. It was time to leave and we drove to the appointed address. We parked and went inside. There were over a dozen people there, some of whom I recognized, but some were new to me. There was special lighting and cameras set up. I knew that my humiliation was going to be recorded and probably posted to the web. Knowing this, I could not imagine how I would ever become aroused! I undressed as ordered and stood there naked while my tormentors looked on. They told Marsha to come stand with them, but before she did, she kissed me and said, "I love you Jeff!" I wished I could have said the same to her, but wasn't quite ready, simply replied with, "thank you." The woman in charge approached me and took my cock in her hand. She fondled me, but my cock barely responded. "You don't want to do this, do you?" she asked. "No," I responded, "but I know I have to." "Good!" she said, "I'm going to enjoy watching you submit while pretending that you like it." She ordered me to my knees and the lights and cameras started. I knelt there naked, my soft cock hanging between my legs. I could see Marsha watching and felt a little embarrassment. A naked black man approached, with his cock standing straight out. He was not Lee but was endowed just as well. He stopped with his cock inches from my face and I knew that I had to develop an erection soon. My hands were on my hips because I was not permitted to touch myself. That huge cock in my face was disgusting, but I tried to ignore it while I imagined Marsha's lovely clitty instead. It took a lot of concentration and I wasn't sure I could do it. After a minute I still was not hard, and played through my mind all the hot things Marsha and I had done. Soon my cock was responding, and I continued my Marsha fantasy. Soon I was fully hard and the man before me said, "I see you want my cock, faggot – now open your mouth and show me how much." I opened my mouth and began to suck him. I hated it, but tried to imagine I was sucking Marsha. It was not the same at all, but my imagination tried its best to trick me into staying aroused. I wasn't very experienced at sucking, but did my best – if I could stay hard for a few more minutes I hoped that he would cum. Soon he was pumping his hot load into my mouth. His load was much bigger and stronger than Marsha's, but I tried to convince myself it was her load. He pulled out and a camera drew close, and I opened my mouth as directed, showing his load in my mouth. I continued to think of Marsha as I closed my mouth and began stroking. Now that I was stroking it was easier to remain hard, and looked forward to being done soon. I stroked, and it took a few minutes, but I came and shot my load into my other hand. Now the horrible guilt feeling was flowing over me. I had to remain in control – I was ashamed and mad as hell, but I was determined to not have to repeat this. As ordered, I swallowed the load in my mouth and displayed my empty mouth to the camera, then licked my cum from my hand. The woman in charge shouted, "Cut", and my humiliating performance was done. "I don't know if you think you are still straight," she said to me, "but anyone who sees this will know you are a cocksucker, and love it!" "I've done what you ordered," I said, "now am I done?" "For now," she said, "you won't have to do more performances, but you will have to suck a lot more cock. We'll be in touch." Marsha brought my clothes to me and I could see that she had been crying. I got dressed and we left. Arriving home we cuddled on the couch as Marsha tried to sooth my badly damaged ego. After a time, she asked, "how do you feel?" "Like I've been violated," I said, "it was bad enough to pretend to be gay, but I wish they didn't video it all – I'm afraid they are going to be blackmailing me for the rest of my life." "As long as you cooperate for now, you don't have anything to worry about," Marsha assured me, "right now are entertaining them, but eventually they will lose interest in you." "I just hope that you won't lose interest in me," I said. "And I hope your interest in me will grow," Marsha said, "I really meant it when I said I loved you." "That helped sustain me through my ordeal," I said, "I know that it is customary to reply in the same way, dear – and I'm really fond of you and am heading for love, but am not quite there yet." "I don't want you to say it until you really mean it," Marsha said, "and I am realistic enough to realize that you might not get there with me." "Why do you say that?" I asked. "You are a straight guy," she explained, "and some straight guys never can truly warm up to girls like me." "I'm already warmed up to you dear," I said, "You don't threaten my straightness, but I may be losing it anyway." "Why do you think you may lose your straightness?" Marsha asked. "If I will be forced to suck guys off regularly," I said, "then I may grow to like it." "Do you think you kind of like it now?" she asked. "Not at all – though I do like sucking you," I replied, "but I realize that if I continue to do gay things, sooner or later I may become gay." "That's a pretty realistic way to look at it," said Marsha. "So if I do turn gay, will you still love me?" I inquired. "As long as I am the love of your life," said Marsha, "I don't mind if you become a recreational cocksucker." That was an odd way to put it, but I suppose there was some sense to it. I truly regret having been such a jerk, getting myself into this mess, but I sure was glad to meet Marsha. –––––––––––––––––––– To be continued ... Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com) Please support this website by donating to nifty.org