Date: Wed, 15 Sep 1999 23:11:42 -0700
From: TopLegal <toplegal@yahoo.com>
Subject: Scott II

Scott II
========

  By TopLegal

  WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
  and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
  offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
  you are not of legal age, do not read it.  Any resemblance of
  characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.

  (c) 1999, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
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Last time
---------

  So, I should perhaps review where we left off. I spent Friday,
  July 3, 1998 in a strange hotel room with a man who turned out to
  be my Hollywood idol. He fucked me bareback and spanked me with an
  old fashioned wooden hairbrush. He showed up at my doorsteps the
  next night and repeated the spanking, leaving my but feeling quite
  sore. I would now have to wait until Friday to see him and I still
  had to read the odd book about his family traditions that he had
  succinctly summarized as follows:

  * If my husband breaks the rules he'll be dealt with by the
  family.

  * I have to obey my husband's wishes in all matters.

  * I must be sexually available to other husbands in the family to
  the same degree that other wives are available to my husband.

  These diary entries tell a bit more about the next few days and my
  next meeting with Scott.

Sunday, July 5, 1998
--------------------

  I woke up laying on my stomach. My buttocks were quite sore and as
  I stood I felt like my ass flesh was still on fire. Well, Scott had
  set off quite the fireworks parade back there. In the bathroom
  mirror I could see the two blisters he had opened and my skin was
  quite leathery and sore overall.

  I started the day by showering. The hot water soothed my tender
  ass slightly and I then laid down on my stomach to read the family
  notebook and learn more about the rules.

Rule 1
------

  So upon delving into the text of the notebook, it was as Scott
  promised a much more fanciful way of saying the things he told me,
  but in some cases their meanings were more apparent. The first
  discussion was on obedience:

  > At all times, the wife must obey her husband; therefore, she may
  > not speak against him or go contrary to his wishes. Her opinion
  > however shall be solicited in most matters domestic and most
  > matters that affect her.

  An example was provided:

  > Suppose the topic is the meal for the evening meal. The husband
  > may solicit his wife's suggestions, but ultimately the husband
  > should make his own decision about the evening meal. Whatever
  > the husband's decision, the wife should obediently begin
  > preparing the meal.

  My spine shivered slightly as I read on:

  > Failure of the wife to obey the husband should result in
  > immediate punishment.

  The punishment was not described. My cock throbbed, the idea of
  being treated like this was exciting me in some odd fashion. I
  read on.

Rule 2
------

  The next pages explained the sexual practices between family
  members and the sexual availability:

  > It is understood that sex between a husband and wife is both a
  > private affair and a matter of all concern for the family.
  > Therefore certain male members of the family should be able to
  > inspect the virility of the wives and their sexual performance.

  Again, an example was provided:

  > Suppose it is Thanksgiving dinner and you are present at the
  > dinner table with your husband John along with his father Tim,
  > his older brother Tim, his sister Jane's husband Mike, and his
  > younger unmarried brother Bud. You are required to be sexually
  > available to your father-in-law John, your husband's
  > brother-in-law Mike, and your brother-in-law Tim. It is not
  > acceptable for you to be available to the younger brother Bud
  > because he is unmarried.

  My head was spinning as I kept reading. My cock was still erect,
  but this still seemed weird and somewhat disgusting. Yet, my cock
  was throbbing and the idea of Scott's family being able to have
  sex with me was at once repugnant and arousing. My arousal got the
  better of me and I read on:

  > Typically the sexual acts will occur in front of other family
  > members; though, they may occur in private as well. Oral and
  > penetrative sexual contact is typical. Corporal punishment
  > arousal may also be administered at the male relative's
  > discretion.

  That pretty much laid it out for me, Scott's brother Mark would be
  able to fuck me and make me suck him -- assuming he was married.
  This thought was actually arousing. The flip side, that my husband
  would perhaps have sex with his sister Jane -- as in the example
  -- was discomforting. My state of arousal would wax and wane as I
  slugged through several additional pages describing the practices
  in greater detail.

Rule 3
------

  The issue of the punishment of wives was still not discussed, but
  the third rule -- actually the first one Scott listed was laid out
  in frightening detail:

  > Any male member of the family who violates these rules shall be
  > punished in one of the following manners -- at a minimum:
  >
  > * bullwhip -- 100 lashes to back while tied to a post
  >
  > * prison strap -- 200 lashes to buttocks while restrained
  >
  > * birch -- 50 strokes to entire buttocks while restrained
  >
  > * cane -- 100 strokes to buttocks while restrained
  >
  > In each case, blood must be drawn. In the event that the above
  > implements are unavailable, other similar implements may be
  > substituted provided that the offending husband is restrained
  > and blood is drawn
  >
  > Prohibited Acts
  >
  > * hitting one's wife except for mutual sexual gratification
  >
  > * having sex with one's wife when she has indicated a preference
  > not to
  >
  > * leaving one's wife without her agreement

  I was shaking slightly, but my cock stayed aroused. However, it
  made me worry what they might use to punish a wife. But then I
  realized that Scott was not allowed to hit me except for mutual
  sexual gratification. So how would he punish me?

Punishing Wives
---------------

  The very last paragraph of the notebook provided the only hint at
  how wives are punished:

  > Wives should be punished by being confined to the bedroom
  > without the provision of sexual gratification or affection.

  My cock exploded as I finished the notebook and realized how I
  would be being treated from now on by Scott. My wood floor was
  covered with my warm cum. Still hyper-aroused by Scott, the
  notebook, and my sore ass, I slid down and licked my own cum from
  the floor.

  Finally, I stood up and looked at a clock... five o'clock, I had
  spent the better part of the day already.  I threw some loose
  fitting clothing on and headed out to Sam's house in my car.

Freeways
--------

  Sitting itself was an intense act, even with soft warm ups against
  the soft car seat. Driving down the freeway to see Sam for dinner,
  my head was spinning.

  Half of me wanted to forget about Scott and send back the bill
  clip with the money, the tapes, and most of all the notebook and
  forget the whole thing happened. But, the other half of me was
  like a wound up sex pistol that wanted to be feeling Scott's
  strong arms around me and his throbbing bare cock inside my ass.
  And, let's not forget his strong hands pinning me down as his
  hairbrush thrashed me violently to orgasm.

  I exited the freeways near Sam's house and followed the city
  streets to his driveway. A Porcshe Boxster sat in the driveway.
  Sam had company. He drove a twenty year old Civic hatch back, so
  the car in the driveway belonged to some rich college boy with
  whom Sam was having his way.

Scene
-----

  Not knowing much about this boy, I let myself into Sam's back door
  and sat down in the kitchen. From the bedroom I heard a steady low
  noise followed by loud ouches and low moans.

  I sat down on my still sore ass and waited, listening.

  After a while, Sam emerged smiling, he came over to me in the
  kitchen said hi and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "Dinner," he
  asked.

  I nodded. His young friend emerged, naked. Upon seeing me, he
  became embarrassed, but Sam said, "Don't Tim, he's been here as
  well and his ass is redder than yours right now." I smiled meekly.

  Tim came further into the kitchen, and Sam made the introductions,
  "Tim is in his first year of law school at UCLA, he's 25 and loves
  to get his butt blazed, turn around Tim." Tim turned around and
  deep lines were visible where the cane had criss-crossed his butt.

  Sam addressed me and asked, "Sushi ok for dinner?" I nodded. "Tim
  if you get dressed, my friend here is going to take us out for a
  wonderful Sushi dinner -- his treat." I nodded again.
  Tim seemed pleased at the suggestion and came over to Sam and
  kissed him. Sam whispered something to Tim and Tim left the room,
  presumably to get dressed.

Sushi
-----

  We were in my Camry a few minutes later heading towards Sam's
  favorite sushi bar in Beverly Hills. Tim sat up front with me and
  peppered me with questions about my consulting business and the
  tax structure I had established in the Grand Cayman Islands. But
  that's really another story. We arrived at the restaurant close to
  eight o'clock.

  Four hundred dollars later, we rolled out, bellies stuffed and Tim
  and Sam were quite wasted on sake. I had limited myself to one
  glass and we piled back into my car for the ride back to Sam's.

  As luck would have it, one of LA's finest pulled me over at a field
  sobriety checkpoint. The officer asked me to step out and performed
  some basic sobriety checks. He let me go and then reminded me
  not to let my friends drive anywhere for the night. I smiled
  and headed off.

  Back at Sam's house, I piled the Tim and Sam into bed and then
  decided to climb on in with them. In the night, Tim woke up and
  went to the bathroom when he came back, his young body lay right
  on top of my reddened ass and it felt nice having his hot
  groin pressing against my sore ass cheeks.

Monday
------

  Tim and I stumbled out of bed Monday sometime around noon. Tim ran
  his tongue across my sore ass licking it appreciatively and I
  returned the favor, though his butt was significantly less tender
  than mine.

  Sam was already gone -- work. So Tim and I hung out for a while
  and I shared a bit about my experiences with the star and asked
  him what he thought. Tim was jealous and asked if Sam ever spanked
  that hard, I shrugged, unsure. We went our separate ways, him in
  his expensive sports car and me in my family sedan.

  On arriving home, I sat down. My butt was only slightly less sore
  from Friday's and Saturday's thrashings with the hairbrush. Now I
  had to face some of the pressing issues at work.

  The contract stared back at me as if alive from its holding place
  on my desk. The deal would make me well off and I knew some of the
  people in my group were looking to move on. The notebook was
  further across the desk, my cock throbbed. The contract that had
  languished on my desk for a week and a half unsigned suddenly
  seemed more attractive.

  I pulled the contract towards me again, the key asset purchase
  from my business seemed to be well priced at over five million
  dollars and I could live with the one year non-compete agreement.
  I signed my name "Jack Townsend" on the blank line with perhaps the
  same attitude founding father John Hancock took in signing the
  Declaration of Independence.

  I slid the fully executed contract into the return envelope and
  mailed it to my attorney. Within a month, my company as it existed
  would be dissolved.

  I notified my consultants and instructed the payroll company to
  send out bonuses, $50K each, $2.5M total. The other half would
  stay in the Grand Caymans pending some transactions that my lawyer
  and accountant assured me were quite legal. I flipped off the
  light and "J.T. Computer Consulting, Grand Caymans" was done for
  all intents and purposes.

Phone Call
----------

  I went back and re-read the notebook a second time before calling
  Scott. I dialed his home number my finger trembling on the keypad
  as I pressed each digit.

  The pause between my finger depressing the last digit of the
  number and the first ring seemed to last an eternity. Then the
  first ring came, part of me wanted to hang up. I shook slightly,
  someone picked up in the middle of the second ring.

  "Mark here", a voice said. I was torn between hanging up and
  saying hi. My sexual arousal got the better of me and I responded,
  "Jack here, wondered if Scott was available."

  "He's in the shower, he'll be out in a jiffy, care to talk," Mark
  asked.

  "Sure, can I ask you a question then," I responded.

  "Shoot," Mark responded.

  So the pregnant question to me was whether I would be having sex
  with him so I asked, "Are you married?"

  Mark deflected slightly responding, "So you finished the notebook,
  think we are sick?"

  "Different, would be my response," I said. "Besides, I would
  hardly be calling right now if I was disgusted."

  Mark emitted a sound that sounded like assent and then answered my
  question, "No, I'm looking for a guy who can dominate me."

  The response intrigued me, but I supposed it made sense, if the
  Smith family accepted homosexuality they might have some male
  family members that were sexually submissive as well.

  Mark interrupted my reverie, "Look closely at the names, dates and
  places in the family notebook, you may be surprised what you
  find." On hand, I flipped the cover of the notebook open and saw
  names of black people next to names of women in the late 1700's,
  deep in the south. "So you see, we are liberal in our own twisted
  way," Mark finished.

  "Oh, here is Scott," Mark said as he handed the phone off.

  "Hey Jack," Scott said enthusiastically, "sounds like you finished
  the family notebook, you cool with it?"

  My voice trembled and I managed a meek "yes."

  "It really is fairer than it sounds in the notebook and you will
  be quite sexually gratified, cared for, loved, and protected from
  divorce," he explained.

  "YES," I said more firmly, "I am cool with it and aroused by it
  and I want to be yours." My cock was at full attention.

  "Great," Scott responded heartily, "its taken so long for me to
  find someone, I'll be over in a bit so we can talk through a
  time line."

  "Ok," I responded.

Time Line
---------

  I must have pissed twenty times in the thirty minutes it took
  Scott to reach my apartment. Like the previous night, he called
  from the sidewalk and I went down to open the door. He pushed me
  into the apartment gently, one hand on my shirt's collar. Once
  inside the door, he pushed the front door of the apartment closed.

  Then, he kissed me forcefully, grabbing me close and then locking
  me into his embrace with his other hand pushing my head towards
  him forcefully. His tongue probed my mouth firmly as we kissed
  intensely.

  His firm lips were pressed to mine and we stayed lip locked for a
  short eternity. Then gently, Scott withdrew and released me. But,
  I wanted to be locked against him again.

  "Let's talk this over," Scott said and pushed me gently into the
  couch. He sat down next to me and started talking, "I am really
  excited that you are ready for this so let's start this according
  to the rules." My cock stiffened noticeably. "I want you to tell
  me how easily you can move in with me and what sorts of work or
  other commitments are coming up that may affect your ability to
  move in," he finished.

  I nodded and then spoke, "I sold my business today, by the middle
  of August I'll be fully unemployed, but till then I have some
  wrapping up work to do, probably four to six hours a day. As for
  moving, I do not think there are really half way measures here, I
  would like to keep my apartment for a few months longer."

  Scott nodded and spoke, "Ok, lets set the timetable as follows,
  you will spend every weekend starting Friday at 2 pm until Monday
  at 10 am from this weekend till Monday the 17th of August. I will
  hire movers to take your pack and move your belongings on the
  19th. You'll notify your landlord that you will vacate on August
  31, that gives you two weeks."

  My cock was rock hard, but my mind was racing, he had just
  disregarded my opinion and feelings about the schedule and set his
  own. I started to open my mouth remembering plans I had on the
  22nd and wanting to protest. He put one finger against my lips and
  said, "Shhh. Now go stand in the corner."

  I shook visibly. "Now," he said firmly. I stood slowly and went to
  the corner and stood there, face to the wall. Scott did not speak
  to me and seemed to be rustling through the room and finally
  turned on the TV. He let me stand there through the better part of
  a half hour of Headline News before turning off the TV and asking
  me to come sit down on the couch.

  He kissed me warmly and tenderly when I sat down and said,
  "Whatever it was, it would not have changed my mind, and it would
  have been out of place." He put a hand under my chin and looked in
  my eyes, I murmured agreement and he kissed me again.

Fucked
------

  "Let's have sex," Scott said dropping my misbehavior as a topic
  and completely foreclosing any further conversation about the time
  line. I nodded and he lifted my shirt off my and caressed my chest
  tenderly but firmly. We were walking to the bedroom before I knew
  it. Then, I was naked and so was Scott.

  His short hairless frame seemed to glisten in the darkened
  bedroom. I was his, I realized as I was pressed onto the bed by his
  strong arms. Lubricant in my dresser drawer was sliding up my ass
  with his neatly manicured fingers probing my fuckhole. The condoms
  in the drawer were not moving.

  First one finger probed me as he kissed me deeply.

  Then a second finger was working my ass.

  Then three. I was relaxed and readied to receive my new husband
  inside me.

  Scott lifted my legs into the air and slid his rock solid cock
  into me like a pro. My fuckhole split open around it and he glided
  into me. I could feel my tight fuckhole lock around it and his
  throbbing cock was in me.

  He bent forward and began kissing me deeply to match the thrusts
  with his powerful dick. He kept pulling out and sliding it back in
  as if to torment me.

  His bare cock teasing my hole, then splitting it open, then gliding
  down my fuck shaft, then thrusting, then out. And over. And over.

  Scott maintained an unbelievable erection thrusting in and out of
  me like his property. His cock filling me and making me whole.
  Marking me as his.

  Then, he started to tremble. Still inside me, I felt his cock
  start to pulsate. Next he came, his juices filling me on the
  inside.  He slid out somewhat quicker than before and trickled his
  cum around the outside of my hole.

  Then with his hand he began to work his cum into my skin, marking
  me. It was quite erotic. My cock was still rock solid as he placed
  his lips at the tip of my cock and kissed it softly.

  Then his firm, still slightly cum soaked hand came up from my
  crotch and to my cock shaft. Another squeeze of lube and he was
  stroking my shaft slowly, yet firmly. After a few minutes he
  asked, "Feel up for a spanking?"

  My whole head was spinning and my ass still felt blisteringly
  sore, but I nodded anyhow. Scott smiled and kissed me, then said,
  "Ok, over my lap."

  I repositioned myself for a firm spanking and he started to slap
  my butt vigorously with his bare hands. Slapping down on both sore
  cheeks in succession, he was brutalizing me, yet I was rock hard.
  My cock was throbbing on the verge of an explosion as he worked
  his hands rhythmically across my sore butt.

  Cupped slightly, his strong, firm hands would come down. *SLAP*
  then a pause and then the other hand slapped the other cheek.
  *SLAP* Another pause and they would lift from my tender buttocks
  in succession. And then the process repeated. *SLAP* -pause-
  *SLAP* -pause- *lift* *lift* -pause- *SLAP*

  Over and over Scott repeated the process. Then, aroused past the
  point of control I shot a huge load of cum across Scott's leg. He
  kept the spanking going for a bit longer and then stopped. My face
  was pushed towards my own cum and I took the hint and licked my
  own cum up from my husband's leg and then swallowed it.

  Then he pulled me up into his strong embrace and held me nuzzled
  against his chest. As I sobbed softly, Scott cupped my butt cheeks
  gently caressing the sore ass flesh with affection. I lifted my
  head and he pulled my mouth to his and kissed me deeply.

  Then he fell back and we fell asleep together for the first time
  in the same bed.

Morning
-------

  When I opened my eyes, Scott's light, grey-blue eyes stared into
  mine. I was wrapped against him and I was very happy. My butt was
  still tender, but I was very happily hitched. Scott held me to him
  and said, "let's rest here together a while longer."

  I nodded and continued to stare into his eyes. He kissed me
  forcefully, yet tenderly as we lay together in bed. After a while,
  he loosened his embrace and said, "ok, let's get a move on and by
  the way no more spankings for you till Saturday." I nodded and
  kissed him and then stood allowing him to get up as well.

  I followed him to the bathroom and watched his mighty cock unleash
  a powerful stream of urine into the toilet. The sight aroused me.
  When he finished, I followed.

  Then I found myself kneeling on the bathroom floor with his cock
  in my mouth. A hint of his just unleashed urine was still present
  and I found it surprisingly erotic to taste. After a few minutes
  of gentle thrusts into my receptive mouth, Scott's cock firmed
  considerably and he pulled me up and bent me over the bathroom
  vanity. Vaseline served as lube and I found myself being fucked by
  Scott's hard, bare fuck tool again. The feeling of his strong body
  slamming into my sore backside re-ignited the tenderness in my ass
  as his throbbing cock thrust into me and split me like a powerful
  steel rod.

  He then placed his hands on my shoulders for more leverage and
  increased the intensity, ferocity, and depth of his massive
  thrusts. I found myself intensely aroused as he continued to ply
  me open sexually with his steel-like fuck tool. When he finally
  orgasmed inside me again, he collapsed onto me, his smooth,
  muscular chest slightly sweaty resting on my back. It was hot and
  I was rock solid myself.

  We showered together and I performed a ritual that I would repeat
  on many future occasions of bathing him, washing his hair, his
  face, his body, tenderly, affectionately and thoroughly, I served
  him. Then I could cleanse myself while he stood and watched.

  To this day, I find it a very erotic part of our relationship.

Mid-Week
--------

  The remainder of the week passed slowly. Scott did not call me at
  all since he plainly expected me to arrive at two o'clock Friday
  and I was too confused and aroused by it all to say or do
  anything.

  Friday morning, I found myself packing. Into my overnight bag went
  dress clothing, casual clothing, several varieties of underwear,
  and my cosmetics bag. I also threw in a bottle of lubricant. The
  condoms stayed in my bedside table, Scott clearly did not intend
  to use them with me and I was in no position given the rules to do
  anything about it.

  I collected the family notebook and the tapes from our first night
  as well. Those really belonged to Scott. I placed the money clip
  he gave me in my shirt pocket.

  I headed off from my apartment with two hours to spare. First, I
  was nervous and second with Los Angeles traffic, I did not want to
  be late for my first full weekend.

  I arrived a half-hour early and waited down the street till closer
  to two before I pulled up and rang the doorbell. Mark answered and
  beckoned me inside. I stepped in and Mark told me Scott wouldn't
  be home from a shoot till seven, but that then we would go out to
  dinner.

  Mark then obliquely suggested that Scott had a particular outfit
  selected for me to wear at dinner on hold at a shop on Rodeo
  Drive.

Suited Up
---------

  Mark drove Scott's convertible to the store and led me inside. The
  manager immediately recognized Mark and asked, "is he the one who
  needs the suit fitted?" Mark answered yes, dropped a platinum
  American Express card down at the register and headed out.

  The suit was definitely not my style, corporate-ish, but rather
  modern and Hollywood. I kept the opinion to myself as the
  manager finished adjusting the suit slightly to fit me.
  Cut in an odd fashion, the suit hardly seemed appropriate for
  a man, but perhaps that was the point.

  After trying the whole outfit on, the manager suggested shoes. I
  started to ask, "I'm not sure." But, the manager interrupted, "I am
  certain of your friend's desires." A pair of Italian leather shoes
  was placed in front of me and I stepped into them. "Ah, perfect
  fit, your friend sized you up pretty well, just a half inch off on
  the pants," the manager commented. I smiled vaguely.

  I felt thoroughly humiliated wearing the suit, it was definitely
  designed to be unmasculine, though it made me look thin and
  sexually available.

  As the manager finished running up the charge card, Mark returned
  and signed the receipt and I was whisked to a hair salon further
  down the Drive. Mark consulted with the stylist as I sat in the
  waiting area. When the young blond stylist summoned me, Mark
  stayed on hand to watch him work and ensure that Scott's hairstyle
  for me was applied without intervention on my part.

  The stylist, Gary, took his time washing my hair personally and
  conditioning it. Then the scissors came out. While for years I had
  a corporate preppy type haircut, Gary quickly transformed my hair.
  My new hairstyle included dirty blonde highlights for my light
  brown hair, as well as a childish, and perhaps feminine, pushed
  back and poofed up look. As I stood after Gary finished, I looked
  in the mirror.

  I felt different, I was wearing clothing to please my husband
  irrespective of my desires and my hair had been done to suit his
  whims without my opinion mattering. Oddly, it felt good. I felt an
  enormous sense of release and relaxation suddenly. He was caring
  for me entirely, worrying that I had nice clothing, a nice
  haircut, enough money, everything. And he was sexually pleasing me
  at every chance he got. It suddenly felt really good and really
  hot and a lot less strange.

  On the drive home, Mark asked me how I was feeling, and I
  responded eagerly, "Really good."

  To which he responded, "I'm jealous, I just hope I can be as lucky
  as you someday."

  Then I did something, I figured was ok based on the notebook, and
  kissed him on the cheek tenderly. He smiled back at me and said,
  "Why do you think there are no lesbians in the family? All the
  wives have all the sex and affection with each other that they
  want, I'm glad you feel comfortable with me." Then he kissed me
  back.

Appetizer
---------

  When we got back to the house, Mark pulled open my pants and
  started sucking me off. His mouth worked my cock expertly and I
  relaxed and enjoyed it. Scott wandered downstairs and stood
  silently watching the whole encounter without comment.

  Then, he sat down next to me kissed me and held me while his
  younger brother sucked me to orgasm. Scott kept Mark's mouth
  tightly around my cock while I shot my load forcing Mark to
  swallow it all.

  Spent, I rested my head against my husband as Mark stood up. Scott
  broke the silence saying, "I like your new suit, stand up in it
  please."

  I got up and turned around in it slowly allowing my husband to
  enjoy me in the suit. "Pretty feminine," Scott commented while
  smirking slightly.

  I nodded in assent. "Humiliating," he continued asking a
  rhetorical question. I nodded again. He finished saying, "Good, I
  like the hair as well, the highlights bring out your eye color
  nicely."

  I smiled and Scott and I headed out to dinner with Mark.

Eating Out
----------

  In the car, Mark whispered into my ear from the backseat to
  remember to be on best behavior for a Smith Family wife at the
  restaurant. We arrived at a hoi polloi restaurant I had used just
  weeks ago to cinch the sale of my consulting company.

  Scott instantly commanded the host's attention and we were seated
  in a semi-secluded section of the dining room.

  No menus were brought and a few minutes later, food started
  arriving. Scott asked politely, "any allergies to lobster or
  shellfish?" I said no and Scott nodded. The dinner conversation
  covered a range of political and social topics and was quite
  dynamic. Despite my public humiliation from wearing the suit, our
  gay waiter and bus boy seemed jealous of me, hair teased, dressed
  for another, possessed and marked.

  The lobster was delicious and by the time it had come, I had
  forgotten my embarrassment and was thoroughly enjoying myself.

  Once home from the restaurant, I found myself naked in bed within
  minutes and shortly, Scott joined me naked as well, his
  strong, muscular body embracing me tightly.

  "So let me ask you for the last time, can you live like this,"
  Scott said. I said nothing at first. "I'm serious Jack, I need to
  know that you are emotionally and sexually satisfied by this
  relationship because the further we go down this road, there
  really is no backing out."

  "Let's go over some things one at a time," he continued.

  "Clothing," Scott said, a statement, but also a question.

  I paused and started to answer, "I found it humiliating, but in a
  way pleasurable because others could tell I was yours and taken."

  "Good; hair style," Scott asked, more a question this time than a
  statement.

  "Same," I responded.

  "And the whole thing, my family, its traditions, the spankings,
  the bare back sex," Scott rattled off just about everything else
  that was weird and erotic.

  "I want you Scott Smith as my husband every day for the rest of my
  life I responded, family rules, spankings, hair styles, clothing,
  and all, I have never been this sexually and emotionally in love
  with anyone and I want this," I responded rambling as my heart
  fluttered.

  Scott kissed me and said nothing, but I knew that the silence
  conveyed a lot of information: I was his and this was the last
  discussion of this nature that would occur.

  Without taking the gaze of his light gray blue eyes from my darker
  brown eyes, he began to slide his stiffened cock between my legs.
  "Fuck me Scott," I responded softly. He kissed me firmly and
  rolled me onto my stomach and began to lubricate my ass for his
  hard cock.

  After working my hole only slightly with a single finger and lube,
  he penetrated me forcefully and while the initial pain made me
  want to pull away, his strong arms kept me still while he rammed
  his hard tool into me. Slicing into me like a throbbing rod of man
  flesh, he fucked me intensely sliding his thick man tool in and
  out.

  When he finally came inside me, I was ready to orgasm myself and
  with his cum filling me, I achieved orgasm as well.

  We spent the night sleeping blissfully in each other's arms.

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