Date: Sun, 18 Nov 2007 22:11:42 -0500
From: Lance Dawson <lance.dawson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lance's Story 13

Some readers have been writing to me stating they have no problem
believing virtually everything I've written except the size of my cock:
12" x 7-1/2".  I don't blame them.  Except for one porn star, John
Holmes, I've not heard of any other man whose cocks measures more than
11" in length--even porn stars.  The coroner in John Holmes' autopsy
report noted that his flaccid penis was "approximately 8.75" in
length," and his balls were "the size of a pair of large hen eggs."
See Wikapedia entry for John Holmes.  Measurements of his cock throughout
his career generally ranged from 12-1/2" up to 16" in length, although a
few competing porn stars and a disgruntled wife claimed his cock was more
in the range of "only" 10" to 11".  The upper measurement of 16" was
almost certainly an exaggeration, but if one looks at John Holmes'
films, one can see that Holmes' cock certainly exceeded 12-1/2" in some
of them and was quite thick.

As for 11" cocks, this should not be difficult to believe.  Michael
Lucas just hired a gay porn actor whose cock is purported to be 11" x
9"(!).  I find the girth measurement to be almost incredulous.  I'd
love to meet the actor and measure his cock myself, but far be it from me
to question the measurements of anyone else's cock.  One of the gay
actors at the internet site "Men at Play" advertises his cock to be
11" in length.  Chad Hunt, another gay porn actor who does a lot of work
for Michael Lucas, also advertises his cock to be 11" in his Wikapedia
entry.  Ken Ryker, a gay porn actor who was my idol during my teenage
years and whom I resemble a lot, did a lot of work mainly for Falcon from
the mid-1990s through the early 2000's, and also advertises his cock to
be 11" in his Wikapedia entry.  However, it was also advertised as 10"
at other times during his career.  With just a small amount of effort, I
am sure I could find other porn actors with cocks of 11"--perhaps one or
two with cocks even longer.

It would therefore seem that cocks on porn stars up to 11" are not that
difficult to find, and God only knows how many other 11" or even bigger
cocks there are out there not on porn stars.  At least two things keep
men with cocks 11" or larger from going into the porn industry: 1)
having been raised with religious scruples; and/or 2) having a desire to
do something else with ones life--as was the case with me--for various
reasons, such as the belief that the porn industry does not provide
lasting stability or sufficient longevity, the style of life is
unattractive, or the belief that the style of life is too dangerous
because the risk of OD or suicide is too great in their individual
cases.  Thus, there must be thousands if not tens of thousands of men out
there with cocks 11" or larger, who for one of these or other reasons
don't make it into porn acting, despite having a huge cock.  It was my
decision to attend law school, rather than accept an offer from Falcon
Studios in the Spring of 2001, that kept me and my 12" cock out of gay
porn.

Dr. David Reuben, who wrote the book "Everything You Wanted to Know
About Sex" in the 1960's, claimed he measured a penis 14" in length.
This begs various questions:  If 14" penises exist, how many of them
are out there?  Furthermore, if there are 14" penises out there, there
must be more 13" penises out there than 14" penises, and even more 12"
penises than 13" penises.  Even more interesting, does the fact that Dr.
Reuben found a 14" penis mean that it's the largest penis out there?
Most probably not.  For that to be true, he would have had to measure
every cock in existence.


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The following morning, Monday, Matt ran up to me in the parking lot about
15 minutes before we entered the law school building for our 9 a.m.
classes.  As usual, we had each driven our own cars since we get done at
school at different times in the afternoon.

"Hey, Babe.  Wait up," he said.  "There's something I forgot to tell
you before we left the apartment this morning."

"Yeah?  What's up?"

"Well, first, I wanted to wish you luck on your phone call with Jim this
afternoon--not that you'll need it.  I'm sure you'll do fine.  You'll
have the job by the time I get back to the apartment later this
afternoon."

"Thanks, Babe."

"Which brings me to my second point."

"Yeah?  What's that?"

"Babe, you've changed since you went on that interview three days
ago--a lot.  You're not the same guy."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, ever since you went on that interview and you got to thinking
about being the `King of the Gym,' and then you learned from your
father about your Brazilian ancestor, you've turned into, well, someone
different.  You're a lot more aggressive, and your whole outlook on life
has changed, and the way you respond to me has changed too."

I had to admit, he was right.  It was inevitable if I were going to take
the job.  I'd have to change.  It was going to be hard to be the law
firm whore having the sweet, loving approach to life I had while in law
school.

"But Matt," I said, "we had a long conversation last night at the
restaurant about the job.  You didn't have a problem with it then.  You
told me to go ahead with it."

"Babe, I'm not telling you not to go ahead with it.  I'm telling you
that you need to realize and accept the fact that you're a different
person now.  The job requires you to change your personality, and you've
already started.  It has already affected our relationship.  I can't do
anything about it, and I don't think I would even try because I honestly
believe taking the job is in your best interest.

"But the old Lance is gone, Babe.  I don't know whether I'm going to
like the new Lance.  I don't know how much or whether I'm going to miss
the old Lance.  I was in love with the old Lance.  Will I still be in
love with the new Lance?  I don't know.  I'm a little scared, Babe.
That's all.  Please don't let this mess anything up for you today.  I
just wanted you to know how I feel.  I just hope if you take the job that
you can keep it from screwing up the remainder of our time together,
that's all."

"I understand how you feel, Babe.  I do wish we could have discussed
this last night instead of this morning, though, because we've got no
more time to do it now."

"I know, Lance, but my mind was on something else that was a lot more
important to me, if you remember."

"Yeah, I remember.  But maybe it'll help if you look at it this way.
First, I honestly don't think you have anything to worry about.  It'll
all work out.  Really, Babe.  Second, you're going to get to see a whole
new side of me you would not otherwise have seen: the nasty, raunchy,
playful side of me from my last two years of undergrad school when I was
a stripper and an escort.  You'll have the advantage of having your own
private stripper and escort to play with at any time for the next two
months and at no charge.  And I was the best, Babe.  Won't that be
fun?"

Matt's eyes lit up.  "Yeah.  I suppose that could be interesting.  You
were really that good a stripper then, huh, Babe?"

"Like I said, the best.  The absolute best.  I had men all over me in
the Chicago strip bars."

"Well, I'm not sure I want to hear about that, Babe.  But I think I
could really get off on a few personal, private lap dances," he said,
with a huge grin on his face.

"Anytime you want, Babe.  Anytime!'

"And it might be fun to have my own whore to service me whenever I call
him.  I mean, if that's OK, too?"

"Whatever and whenever you want, Dude.  But you might want to tip me so
I'll come back," I said, winking at him seductively.  Fortunately, he
seemed to like it.

"I've got a 10-1/2" "tip" that ought to make you come back whenever I
want, Bitch!" he responded, playfully.

"Yeah, that ought to do fine.  I don't think any of my clients ever had
a tip like that to `give' me.  So, are we OK here now, Matt?"

"I think so" he said, a little slowly but nonetheless surely.  "I'd
better get in to class.  You coming?"

"In just a sec.  I've got to call Jim real quick."

"OK.  Good luck again.  See you later this afternoon.  By the way,
don't go anywhere after you talk to Jim.  I'm bringing home a
surprise."

"What kind of a surprise?"

"Now that's a stupid question," he said with a sly grin.  "What kind
of a surprise would it be if I answered that question?"

"OK, OK.  See you later."

I gave him a quick kiss, and he turned around and left.

I called Jim.  It was about 8:55 a.m.  I told him I wanted to call him at
2 p.m. later that day to iron out the final details about the offer.  I
told him the discussion might take up to 2 hours, so I'd like him to
clear his schedule for the afternoon.  He said that would be no problem.

At 2 p.m. sharp, I called Jim.

"Hey, Lance, how's it hanging, about 12" I hope?"

"Very funny, Jim, very funny.  Is sex all you ever think about--as if I
had to ask?"

"Just about, Babe.  You don't have a problem with that, do you?"  I
was getting a little more used to it when we called each other "Babe,"
but it still felt a little strange.

"No.  I suppose that's why you're paying me the big bucks to get me
there--to satisfy your huge and constant libido.  Speaking of which, how
much you're paying me is the first thing I wanted to discuss."

"OK, shoot, Babe," he said.

"First of all, all the following items are in addition to what you've
offered so far.  This should not be construed as a negotiation that
starts from scratch, and that anything I fail to discuss means that it's
no longer on the table.  In fact, it should be assumed that any item I
fail to discuss is left as you offered it on Saturday.  Agreed?"

"Agreed," Jim responded.

"OK.  Your $300K offer is nice to start with, but I have a
counterproposal.  You said you want me to stay there up to 7 years.
Without question, each year I stay there is going to be harder on me to
have to give up personal things in my life, such as personal
relationships, etc.  Therefore, I propose a $50K annual increase in
salary during the entire seven year period, over and above any
work-related bonuses, COLA, etc.  I think that's only fair."

"Uh . . . OK.  I think that can be arranged."

"Good," I responded.  There is another proposal I want to make.
Admittedly, this one would constitute a major change in what you've
proposed and a significant additional expenditure by the firm, but I feel
it's extremely necessary.  In order to be an effective "King of the
Gym," I have to be your "King of the Firm" as well."

"What are you getting at, Babe?"

"Everyone at the firm is going to be going around all day lusting after
me, hoping they'll get to be with me if I select them at the gym that
night at 9 p.m., that is, after I'm done with the two scheduled fucks,
right?"

"Yeah, I suppose that's natural and inevitable." Jim said.

"Don't you think everyone will be more productive if we can arrange for
me to be available more often to everyone?"

"I suppose, but how would you suggest we accomplish that?"

"I think we should provide additional opportunities at the office every
day for me to satisfy everyone's sexual needs."

"Hey, that's a GREAT idea!  I wish I'd thought of that myself.  How do
you propose we do that?"

"I thought you'd be lecherous enough to get on board with that, Babe."

"OK, enough with the compliments," he said tongue in cheek.  "Let's
try to stick to the point."

"OK.  This is going to have to be done MY way.  It's not going to be
done in some cheesy corner in the back of the supply room.  It's going
to be done in a very classy setting.  I'm going to be in total
control."

"All right.  What exactly did you have in mind?"

"You're going to give me the best corner office in the firm, the one
with the best view.  You'll have it vacated completely by the time I
arrive there.  You're also going to vacate the offices on either side of
that corner office completely before I arrive.  I'll use one of those
side offices as a bedroom and the other of the offices for other things,
such as a Jacuzzi, sauna, bathroom, closets, etc.

"I haven't worked out all the details yet.  I'll figure it out before
I get there.  When I arrive, we'll call in decorators to have the three
offices redecorated and refurnished however I want.  This set up will
provide me the most pleasing environment to service the guys, just like
you've provided the best environment possible to service them in the
special room at the gym."

"Geez, Lance, that's a lot to ask."

"I'm afraid this is not negotiable, Jim.  Take it or leave it.  I've
given this a lot of thought over the past 24 hours, and I've run it by a
few of my friends as well.  We all have concluded that I just can't do
my job effectively if I have only the room at the gym and can choose only
one more guy to take home every night at 9 p.m.  I must have this type of
facility at the firm, too."

There was a long pause on the other end of the phone.  This demand was
the big one.  I knew he was going to piss off at least three partners by
telling them they had to move out of their offices--one of them a very
important one, the one with the best office--as well as the partnership,
by telling them they had to invest more money into the redecoration and
refurnishing of those three offices.

This was the make or break item.  But the sluts wanted me, or should I
say my body, badly.  And most of them, especially Jim, had been dreaming
about my body and my servicing them for the past two days ever since
they'd seen me `up close,' so to speak.  I didn't think I had too
much fear.

Finally, Jim spoke.  "I think I'd better talk this over with a few
people, Lance."

I decided I had to get bold.  "Sorry, Jim.  I've got another great
offer, and I've got to let them know my decision about it right after I
get off the phone with you."  I was lying, but I wasn't going to mess
around.  I had to assert my authority NOW.  I didn't want to go through
this kind of petty bickering about anything once I got there.

"It's yes or no right now, Jim.  Besides, you haven't let me teach you
how to masturbate correctly yet . . ."

Here I was again.  I hadn't used sex to get what I wanted in three
years, but it was going to be my style of life again: being a whore.  I
might as well get used to it.

 ". . . that alone, I assure you, is worth ten times what I'm asking.
By the way, just how hard are you right now, Babe?"  I laughed loudly
and somewhat evilly into the receiver.

"You're a fucking bitch!" he said, laughing back at me.

"Yeah, but you love it.  We're two of a kind, Jim.  We both use sex to
get what we want, and you respect that.  I just have a BIG advantage, so
to speak, over you when it comes to using sex to get what I want, and you
respect me for having that advantage.  Two inches doesn't sound like
much, but when it comes to a penis, it can, and in this case, is does,
doesn't it, Jim?  In fact, you love to watch me operate and wish you
could do it as well as I do."

There was complete silence for a few seconds.  He was obviously too
embarrassed to say anything.

"Now let's get serious, Babe," I continued.  "You've done a lot of
research on me.  Well, during the last 24 hours, I've done some on you.
You've got one of the most lucrative law practices in the city.  Your
partners' average annual draw is over $500K, and a few of them draw
nearly $1M.  Yours approaches $1.5M.  Therefore, the $50K annual raise I
asked for, spread out over the partnership, is a pittance, even less
because it's tax deductible, and that's why you agreed to it so fast.

"As far as the redecorating and refurnishing I requested is concerned,
even if it cost as much as $500K--which is highly unlikely, half that is
more likely--that amount spread over about 10 partners is $34 each,
probably half that when tax effected.  That's nothing to people who are
making on average $500K a year, especially when spread out over the seven
years you expect I'll be there.  And, as I said, that's probably twice
what it's likely going to be.  Besides, based on all you've told me
about the room at the gym, you've probably already paid $500,000 for it
and not even flinched.

"The bottom line, Jim, is that you'd pay me a whole lot more if I asked
for it, because I'm worth it, and you know it.  The only reason I'm not
asking for what I'm worth is because I don't want to show up in two
months and have everyone pissed off at me because I held you up for as
much as I could get.  Then I'd just be a whore whose sole purpose would
be to satisfy everyone's sexual needs, and I'd otherwise be resented by
everyone.  I wouldn't be able to develop meaningful relationships with
the guys, both professionally and in bed.  That's not what I'm about.

"So stop stalling and tell me you'll do it.  You know you're going
to.  You know you'll do virtually anything I want you to do because you
have to.  You're all hungry as hell for me, not the least of which is
you.  Let's face it, Jim, you're a total slut.  What's more, you've
got a big crush on me, Jim.  You're so horny for me you can't wait to
get your hands in my pants.  No sense denying it, and don't be ashamed
of it.  Don't worry, though.  I intend to spend a whole lot of time with
my boss satisfying his every need.  In any case, just quit wasting time
and say yes.  We've got a lot more to discuss."

"OK, OK, you're right, of course.  I AM a slut, and I guarantee you ARE
going to spend a whole lot of time with me. Damn, Lance.  You're
shrewder than I thought and, frankly, had hoped.  On the other hand, I
guess we wouldn't want an attorney who wasn't on the ball.  But just
what makes you so conceited as to think I've got a crush on you?"

"HA HA.  Babe, there's not a conceited or egotistic bone in my body and
never was.  I don't need to be conceited or egotistical.  Conceit and
egotism are for people who are insecure.  They are a waste of time for
me.  I know who and what I am and what I have, and I've known since I
was 12 and had a heart-to-heart with my father.

"As for knowing about your crush, you well know how much experience I
have with men.  I only have to look in a man's eyes to see what he wants
and how he feels.  The first time I looked into your glazed-over eyes it
was completely obvious to me how big a crush you had on me.  I suspect
you got it as you watched me jerk off in the room with all the mirrors.
Now, do you want to admit it, or do you want to lie about it and deny
it?"

There was a short pause before he spoke somewhat lightly.  "No, you're
right.  It's starting to piss me off that you're always right, but . .
. "

"Listen, you wanted a man experienced in the ways of sex.  Looks like
you're getting exactly what you wanted."

"Yeah, but I thought your expertise was a little more limited to
technique than to psychology, Babe."

"They both work together, Babe.  Can't be a complete expert in one
without being an expert in both."

"I'm beginning to understand that.  No, you're right.  I have a
terrible crush on you, Lance.  I'm ashamed to admit it, really, but I
do."

"Don't be, Babe.  You're not the first.  I can handle it.  I think we
can take care of it between ourselves.  Trust me.  OK?"

"Thanks, Lance.  I appreciate it.  I hate to be so weak, though."

"You've got to be who you are, Jim.  Denying who you are never works in
the long run.  It'll be fine."

This was fucking great!  The PIC was now totally dependent on me.  He was
whipped, totally whipped!  And I wasn't even there yet!!  I wasn't
going to take advantage of it, not daily at least.  But I could get what
I wanted whatever I wanted or needed it if it was really important.

"Great.  I'm glad you understand," Jim said.  "Now what else do you
want?  I just hope it's not anything anymore costly.  This is going to
cause me all kind of shit with the other partners."

"HA HA!  You'll deal with it OK.  No, the rest should be a piece of
cake compared to this.  The next thing is this, although I intend to be
as open to various sexual activities as I can, there are certain things I
just don't go for."

"Listen, Babe, we know already all about what you're into and what
you're not into.  As I've told you so many times, we know just about
everything about you."

I thought to myself, "My God!  They even know my bedroom habits."  Then
I remembered that they knew all about my days as an escort in college,
and everything else for that matter.

"Even so, Jim, I'd rather go on record with this."

"OK, Babe.  Shoot."

"OK.  Here goes.  First, and most important, I don't get fucked in the
ass, unless I decide who it is, and that's almost always a person with
whom I am having a lasting personal relationship.  It is an intensely
intimate thing I've chosen to save for only those special persons in my
life.  I also don't allow anything to go up my ass."

"We already know that, Lance.  No problem."


"Good.  In addition, I'm not into pain, that is, intense pain, either
giving or receiving.  Spanking for fun is OK--though I'm usually on the
giving end, not the receiving end.  But S&M type pain is out.  I'm also
not into S&M or obedience, or humiliation, or water sports, or other
nasty things that have nothing directly and immediately to do with sex.
I'm into sex, Jim, that is, fucking and sucking and jerking cock.  I'm
not there to satisfy other urges.

"I do, however, enjoy engaging in certain harmless sexual fantasies like
dressing up in uniforms, such as jocks, military, police, as well as in
leather, and in various other types of macho clothes, even some others
that I may consider if proposed to me.  In addition to all this, I
reserve the right to deny participation in any other activity I haven't
stated here, but I promise I'll be as open minded as possible to
participate in other activities I haven't stated I would be unwilling to
participate in that may heighten the enjoyment of the sexual experiences
of the members of the gym.

"Also, Jim, I only do bareback.  I haven't worn a condom ever in my
life.  I've never had to, and I don't intend to start.  I've only been
fucked by two different men in my life, and on both occasions, the men
who've fucked me had only been fucked by me, so there was never any risk
of HIV.  That OK with you and the others?"

"All that will be fine, Lance.  The main thing is that you get that 12"
monster here as soon as possible.  I'm sure the guys will adapt
themselves to your requirements just to be able to have you service
them.  Trust me.  Sexual hunger will force people to accept a lot of
things.

"As for bareback, we know all about that, as we do everything else, and
that's one of the reasons we want you.  The guys are enthusiastic to
have someone safe to participate in bareback.  The only thing we ask is
that you do what everyone else is required to do, which is get a blood
test every 3 months for SSTs including HIV."

"I don't have a problem with that, Jim.  Sounds like a good idea, even
if HIV won't be an issue with me."

"Good.  I appreciate your understanding about that.  The guys will
appreciate it as well," Jim said.

I couldn't help but feel incredibly egotistical for just a moment, even
though conceit and egotism are not my traits.  These people wanted my
cock more than they wanted me.  I had them all in the palm of my hand.
As long as I could stay hard and perform sexually, I could get anything I
wanted.

"Great, Jim.  That's what I wanted to hear!"

"You'll be hearing a lot of what you want to hear, Stud, I assure
you."

"Another thing, as much as I love the thought of having 80 or so men at
my disposal for the next five to seven years, the fact is, they will be
the SAME 80 or so men.  I won't be able to prowl at all.  That takes
away the element of the hunt in the hound in me.  Therefore, I'll need a
little something to spice things up to keep up my interest."

"I can understand that, Lance.  What did you have in mind?"

"It's really nothing that burdensome, Jim--at least I don't think so.
I suppose the guys might think it a little burdensome at first, but if
they just look at it from my point of view and let themselves get into
it, I think they can have fun with it."

"OK, Babe.  What is it?"

"I'd like the guys to humor me by wearing different things from time to
time at both the gym to, well, sort of tease me.  For example, white gym
socks are a big turn on for me."

"We know that, Lance."

"I'm not surprised.  I want all the guys who want to be fucked after
I'm done with my scheduled fucks, i.e., at about 9 p.m. Monday through
Friday and 4 p.m. Satruday, to be waiting for me in the gym's locker
room wearing nothing but white socks.  I want the socks as dirty and
smelly as they can get them by wearing them when they work out or play
sports--but not wet.  I don't like funky, moldy socks.  If they want to
turn me on even more, the socks can be over the calf, and even more, they
can wear cleats, too.  The two scheduled fucks for the day will also
always wear this so called `uniform of the day'."

"Hmmmmm.  Sounds sexy and horny as hell."

"Thanks.  I'll be changing the `uniform of the day' every so often.
It'll be posed on the bulleting board in the locker room."

"I like it, and I bet the other guys will also."

"One thing: if someone doesn't want to be fucked, he doesn't wear the
`uniform of the day.'  However, anyone who doesn't wear the `uniform
of the day' and is not ready to be fucked by me at 9 p.m. in the gym
locker room often enough had better speak to me about it and have a good
reason for it.  All 80 attorneys are the subjects of the King of the Gym
and the King of the Firm and are his, i.e., my, sexual toys.  If you're
going to limit me to the same 80 men for the next seven years, the basic
rule is that the subjects must be ready for me to `play with' at all
times.

"As for the firm, the strict dress code will be as follows: For the
attorneys, all of them, including you: black or grey fine Italian suits,
with no flap or vent, and not double-vested; crisp closely tailored
cotton shirts--I won't be picky about colors provided they are not loud
but are tasteful and flattering; silk ties--tasteful, no bow ties; black
Italian leather shoes (low rise, slipper type); either over-the-calf
sheer hose or socks with garters, colored black or blue but not nude; if
undershirts, relatively tight but comfortable, cotton, and
sleeveless--white or grey; if underwear, cotton boxers--white or grey;
black leather belt, not suspenders; if cufflinks, gold; if tie pin or
collar pin, gold.

"For the secretaries: Chippendales-like outfits: sleeveless white dress
cotton collared shirts with subdued cuffs; black Italian shoes (low rise
slipper type); sheer black hose over the calf; no undergarments of any
kind, period! (exception: secretaries may audition to wear such things as
thongs, etc.); tight black satin pants; small black bow ties; etc.  If
the secretaries don't have the bodies to carry it off by the time I
arrive in two months, they will be fired (at least arm and shoulder
muscles must be developed by the time I arrive); white cuffs tight enough
around wrist so do not slip, with black cufflinks.  Tight glutes, thigh,
and calf muscles expected if not when I arrive then soon thereafter.
Pants should be tailored tight around package so cock hangs prominently
down along one of legs."

"WOW!  I like it!!  Some won't, I know.  But I do, so fuck them."

"You need to get in a tailor to take the guys' measurements ASAP and
start making the suits.  Order everyone two or three suits of different
styles and colors as the guys want.  All clothes must be tailored to the
guys to make them as attractive to me as possible, as well as everyone
else on the street.  Also, order all the other items immediately also.  I
want everyone dressed accordingly the day I walk in the door."

"OK.  No problem."

"As for me, I'll be wearing the same thing, more or less, except that
everything I wear will be two to three times' the quality of everyone
else, including you, Jim.  No one is permitted to purchase their own
clothes other than the ones the firm purchases because they all have to
be the ones I decide on.  You have all my measurements, so order my suits
and other items.  I'll trust your taste, but make mine as
expensive-looking as possible.  Here are three differences between me and
the guys: first, suits will be double-breasted, suspenders--no belts for
me, satin underwear, nude hose, and satin dress shirts.  All my items
should cost two to three times what they cost the other guys.  In effect,
I need to look like a "king" compared to everyone else.

"I also want you to order me workout clothes, the absolute best money
can buy, two or three sets of subdued colors, including Speedos.  You'll
have to order a half dozen jocks.  They need to be specially made: medium
waste with an extra large pouch."

"OK."

"There are some other things I'll require as to personal appearance,
etc."

"Shoot," Jim replied.

"Regarding personal hygiene: everyone will have to be clean at all
times, everywhere.  When ready for sex, this means they will have to be
totally evacuated, of course.  How the hell could I get my 12" x 7-1/2"
cock up an unclean ass?"

"Good point," he said, chuckling.

"Also, everyone who wants to be picked up at the gym at 9 p.m. will have
taken a shower just before putting on the uniform of the day after having
worked out, and be ready and waiting for the selection process.  I want
all my fucks pumped up just before I service them.  They will apply no
scent.  I like the natural smell of men and the socks or uniform of the
day only.  The scheduled fucks will have arrived early enough at to gym
to have worked out, showered, and also put on the uniform of the day just
before their fucks start.

"As far as being fit is concerned: the guys must work out a minimum of 3
times per week to keep in shape.  I don't fuck guys who get out of
shape.  It's well known that until one reaches 33, everything is
regenerated, whereas starting at 33, everything starts to die.
Therefore, I'll be more understanding with guys over 33.  However, I
expect to see increased effort out of them to remain in shape.  There
must be trainers and dieticians available to help guys who get out of
shape, no matter how old they are.  Guys who don't take constructive
steps to get back into shape will be disciplined by me, and I know of
ways to discipline guys that are both embarrassing and severe without
being painful."

"I can see you've thought this through quite well over the past 24
hours."

"I have.  I know what I like.  When the subjects please the King, he
will please his subjects. Therefore, the subjects should do everything
they can to please the King.  Simple."

"Sounds good.  I really like it.  I think all this will bring a certain
amount of camaraderie to us, too.  The thought of our dressing all alike
as your subjects, both at the firm and at the gym in bed, and going home
with you, really turns me on, Babe."

"Good.  I hoped it would.  To continue, regarding body hair: I don't
like it and won't have it.  Everyone must be shaved smooth at all times,
including around their assholes.  No facial hair.  Period.  I suggest
that you prepare a facility at the gym so the guys can assist each other
in shaving.  It can be very erotic and can lead to sex among them during
and after they shave."

"Sounds like an excellent idea!"

"Everyone must have a healthy glow also.  You'll have to install a few
tanning booths at the gym.  I'll have one installed for me either at my
room or at my office.  I haven't decided which yet.

"Everyone will tan for three to five minutes on a side, nude of course,
after every work out before showering.  I want everyone to acquire a slow
tan, slow enough that the risk of skin damage is negligible.  I will do
the same.  I want no tan lines.  I don't like to fuck anyone who is too
pale or with tan lines.  This will benefit everyone else as well.  All
the fucking will be a lot more enjoyable, I guarantee."

"I can see that your experience is already going to do us a lot of good,
Babe."

"Just leave everything to me, Jim," I said.  "You guys will all be
having such fun in bed, not just with me but with everyone else, that the
productivity of the firm will rise to a level that more than makes up
what you're paying me.

"Now as for hair cuts: I generally don't like bald heads, but I
certainly won't forbid them.  Some, of course, can't be avoided.  I had
fun while I was an escort rubbing the smooth heads of some of my clients
as I fucked the faces of those who had them.  I suggest those who may be
starting to go bald shave their heads.  Partial baldness is a real
turnoff, but I can deal with it if they don't want to shave their heads
completely bald.

"Crew cuts are OK, especially on former military men.  I love fucking
marines, especially, into complete submission.  They can be so fucking
cocky.  I used to do it when I was an escort.  Within five minutes, the
bitches were begging for it and had become so submissive you'd never
know they had been in the military.  It was so fucking hot!"

"I'll know what you mean," Jim said.  "We have a few guys in the firm
who were in the military, including a couple of marines.  Their tattoos
are hot as fuck!  But they really are horny, hot, cocky sluts.  None of
us can seem to tame them.  I really hope you can."

"Don't worry, Babe.  I definitely can and will.  No problem.  To
continue, any other hair cut is fine, even long hair, except pony tails
are not permitted.  However, guys should know that if their hair is long
enough that I can use it as reins as I fuck them on all fours, I will.  I
love acting like I'm riding a horse pulling long hair as I fuck.  If
having their long hair pulled back till it hurts turns them on, they
should keep their long hair.  Otherwise, they shouldn't.

"Tattoos and jewelry in some cases turn me on and in others don't.
Therefore, from this moment on--and you must announce this as soon as we
get off the phone if we reach an agreement and I accept the position
today--any and all future tattoos and piercings must be cleared through
me.  I'm certainly not going to insist on anyone's removing any tattoo,
but I thought I would tell you my taste in tattoos so you can pass it on
to the guys."

"Sure."

"Generally, tattoos with letters turn me off.  The one except are those
with initials of the services, e.g., USMC.  I also like most arm tattoos
such as tribal arm bands.  I also like tattoos that run the length of the
arm from the shoulder down to the elbow or wrist.  I also like tattoos
that take up a large part of the calf, but not those that are small on
the calf.  I generally don't like tattoos on the back, especially those
near the top of the back, though I do like some tattoos which are
centered in the very lower part of the back down to the top of the
crack.  I generally don't like tattoos on the chest, but there may be
exceptions.

"As for piercings, I have specific tastes as well, and these are even
more critical than tattoos because these I can control by ordering them
to be removed at the office and the gym.  I love tongue rings because a
person with a tongue ring who knows how to use it on my cock can drive me
fucking crazy!  If someone with a cock ring doesn't know how to use it,
I'll train him.

"Ear piercings are not my preference in general.  They make a man look
effeminate, no offense to anyone who has one intended.  Not many men can
pull off wearing them and look masculine and, frankly, I don't like
fucking men who don't look like men.  I'm sure it's the athlete in me,
but that's the way I am.  I doubt that's a problem because everyone in
the firm is a buff athletic type as well."

"No, that's no problem," Jim replied.  "There aren't too many guys
with piercings here, and I don't think any of them are earrings."

"Good.  As for middle-aged men and older men, they can almost never pull
off wearing earrings, so I don't want to see anyone over 35 try it.  I
suggest no one try to wear a ring in the ear.  A post is much better, and
the smaller the better, and in only one ear, of course.  Certainly
nowhere else on the face or head would a piercing be acceptable.

"Nipple piercings are generally not desired.  If worn, I warn the wearer
that I will pull it/them till they hurt.  I will assume they want me to
pull them in order for them to get used to it, and I'll accommodate
them.  I do get turned on by small rings in the perineum.  Frankly, I
don't know why, but I do.  I'll give those who have them a long
perineum tongue bath.

"As far as PA's are concerned, I detest them.  They constitute genital
mutilation, just like circumcision.  Those with circumcision, however,
had no choice, the poor things.  Any guy with a PA should be warned to
remove it and NEVER let me see him with it.  It I do, I will make him
very, very sorry he did.  The humiliation he will experience in front of
all the other guys will be severe.

"Now about jewelry: first of all, it must all be gold.  Silver makes the
wearer look cheap, and I want all my men/subjects to look expensive,
i.e., like they can afford me.  I wear a gold serpentine necklace.  This
necklace turns me on when worn by others, but it is not obligatory.
However, more than one necklace is totally unacceptable.

"Rings and bracelets are OK, too, but not more than one of each per
person.  It goes without saying that all these items must be tasteful
according to my standards, and I reserve the right at all times to tell
anyone that any jewelry that anyone is wearing is inappropriate, and that
they may not wear it--at all--while at the firm or in the gym."

"Sounds like you've thought of just about everything, Babe."

"I hope so, but if I haven't, and if I think of anything further, I
reserve the right to implement it also at anytime after I arrive.  As
your King, I have full authority to require my subjects to do anything I
desire when it has anything to do with my functions as your King, no
matter how loosely constructed.  That is something you must agree to
completely and without reservation."

"It's a little more than we expected, I must admit," Jim responded,
"but I understand your reasons for making all of the demands, and I
don't think they are burdensome or overreaching.  Therefore, I'll agree
to them on behalf of the partnership in my capacity as PIC," Jim
replied.

I suspected the bitch would say yes without any problem.  Now that he'd
admitted his crush on me, and I'd told him I'd accommodate him without
disclosing it to anyone, though I highly suspected everyone already knew,
he'd do anything I wanted him to do and accept all the shit the
partnership gave him for it.

"That's good, Jim.  I'm glad to hear that.  Very glad.  I honestly
believe going this way and this far is in all of our best interests.
I'm sure that many if not most of all the other partners will find it
difficult at first to accept that all these items are necessary and the
proper way to proceed.  I also admit that they are much more than what
they expected your firm's relationship with me would be.

"I want you to ensure them, however, that I honestly believe I am not
trying to take advantage of them.  I am merely trying to ensure that the
arrangement is one that I can live with for as long as you are requesting
and will also serve the partnership the best way possible.  Five to seven
years is a very long time, and I take discharging my duties seriously.  I
want more than anything to give all 80 of the guys as much pleasure as
possible.  If your research on me is anywhere near complete, you know
that the most important thing to me has always been to make sure the men
I've been with have received the maximum pleasure and satisfaction I can
provide them when we have been together, whether or not I have.

"I also believe that to maximize the pleasure and satisfaction I will
provide to the guys, I need to exercise more control over them.  They, of
course, do not understand or believe that yet, but I have a lot more
experience and expertise in these things.  They'll just have to trust me
at this point.  I promise and commit to them that after a few months
they'll love the arrangement, and it'll be more fun and will satisfy
them much more than they ever expected."

"I'll tell them just that, Lance.  I believe it'll help them accept
everything.  I guess those that have a major problem with it can just
leave the partnership after trying it for awhile if they want to."

The bitch was actually going to fire anyone that didn't go along with it
rather than lose me.  He had it BAD for me.  I was sooooo in control of
him.

"I would hate to see that happen, Jim, and I doubt very much that it
will.  As you well know, I've had many years of experience on how to
please men, and as a result, I know how to service each man specifically
according to what he wants and needs."

"What's next?  Anything?"

"Yeah.  I did want to discuss something specific about the gym."

"OK.  Shoot."



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