Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2013 09:35:13 -0800 From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com> Subject: Downward Spiral of Jim: Chapter 4; Story Codes: M, MM, bd, sm, exhib Disclaimer: This story is erotic fiction meant for mature readers. By getting this far into nifty.org, the reader acknowledges his/her legal right to be here. The reader will hold nifty and/or the author harmless. Warning: This erotic fiction contains sexual experiences between fictional adult males. If this is not your thing, leave now. Furthermore, any similarity to any person, place or thing living or dead is merely coincidental. There is no safe sex in this story because it is fiction. Remember: In real life, play as safe as possible preferably no exchange of bodily fluids. My stories are copyrighted and are not available for use under any condition. Please forward all comments to douglas.marx.4@gmail.com. Support nifty.org. We have all shot our loads reading Nifty. Show appreciation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Thank you. Enjoy. Story codes: M, MM, bd, sm, exhib ----------------------------------- Author's Note: All the chapters of this story are short running at around 2,000 words. This is not some elaborate plot line because, frankly, I don't believe the protagonist Jim deserves it. I am writing this for the fun of seeing how badly Jim can mess up his perfect little life, admit who he is and become true to himself. ----------------------------------- The Downward Spiral of Jim - Chapter Four There before me was the most magnificent specimen of manhood I had ever encountered. The cop stood 5'10" easily weighing in at 220 lbs. of solid muscle. He wore a short-sleeved uniform shirt that was obviously tailored because the shirt tapered smoothly down from his massive shoulders and pectorals. His biceps were so big it looked like if he flexed them hard the sleeves would rip. The wide police belt carried a gun on his right and handcuff holster on his left. Below the belt was a significant bulge bookend by thick thighs with fitted uniform pants that went down to his 8-inch tall high-shine boots. Blubbering an explanation, "Sir, these bikers, they, they, pulled me over to the side of the road, forced me out of my car and raped me." The cop's head was shaven. He was not wearing sunglasses so his radiant blue eyes pierced into me with such strength that I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was standing in front of the most significant man I had ever met in my life. I also knew that he was a superior being and that, given the chance; I would do anything for him. "Listen faggot. You're the one naked in public; looks to me like you asked for it." I kept my mouth shut. I was in trouble. He was right. I was the one who was naked. I was the one with cum dripping out of my ass. I was the one soaked in biker beer piss. It was my word alone, which doesn't carry a lot of argument when the defendant looks like this. "Now, I can file a report with you coming down to the station in your birthday suit or we can settle this quickly. Which is it?" "Sir, I will do anything to not be arrested." "I thought so faggot. You stand right here and don't move." The cop walked over to his patrol car, leaned in through the driver's window and called in, "Yeah, Muriel, nothing going on here. The guy just had a flat. Those haughty people at BMW are so pushy making it sound like the guy was in real trouble. I'll watch him while he fixes it and call you back in a few." The cop stood back up, turned towards me, unzipped his fly and pulled out a huge 9' cock. "Get on your knees faggot and crawl over here." I got down on my knees. The gravel dug into my skin as I groveled towards the cop. I wanted to get out of here with as little hassle as possible. The other disturbing part, this turned me on. My cock was immediately hard flopping between my legs like an excited dog greeting his Master. I hadn't been able to get my cock hard that fast after coming since I was in my teens. Here I was naked in public, crawling towards this 9" fuck tube. This was an exhibitionist fantasy come true. I had never shown public displays of affection, let alone nude on the side of a road, but being naked outdoors was a thrill. When I reached the head of his beautiful instrument, I started to adoringly lick it. At which point the cop took his hands around my head forcing me quickly to take the whole thing. "I don't have time for you to make love to my fucking cock you worthless queer. We ain't fucking married. We're not on a date. This isn't about romance. Suck me off now!" I went to town the best I could. I was gagging, crying and choking, but I should get an "A" for effort. My dick was as hard as a rock and I did my best to rub it against his boot. This was a real man; someone that I would give up everything in my life for (at least in this moment of fantasy and insanity). I held onto his firm gluts forcing myself as close to him as I could get. I spread my ass cheeks as wide as possible feeling the jizz from the bikers leaking out of my pussy. Jesus, I called my asshole a pussy in my head. I was degrading myself, as much as the men who were doing the degrading were. While I was sucking the cop off, I visualized what it would be like to be his personal slave where he beat and whipped me on a regular basis, locked me in chains in his basement, pissed on me for my daily fluids, and took me collared around to his buddies to humiliate me. I was turning into a sick fuck and fast. Then I felt the familiar stiffening of a cock prior to firing. I was going to take this dream man's load. It burst to the back of my throat while I ejaculated on his boot. I was in heaven. Having this superior being's potion deposited in my gullet was the highest honor of my life. "Hey faggot. You messed up my boot. Get your queer tongue down there and clean that up fast. I don't have time for shit like this from some pussy whore." I licked my jizz up fast. I wanted to worship his boots and just as I started to get into it, I felt a warm stream of piss pouring down over my head. He pissed all over my body. "Now clean up that urine splashes off my boots too." "Yes Sir." "Oh Jesus" The cop complained. "Yes Sir?" He mocked me. "What a fucking piece of shit you are? You loved it, didn't you? You are exactly what I said you were a fucking fag whore. I bet you got some fancy job in the city and a nice house with a boyfriend. But what you really are is a down and dirty bottom queer." "Yes Sir." "I oughta run you in anyways. Shit like you should be put away. But I got better things to do than work with scum. Get the fuck out of my face and don't ever come around here again." With that, he took his boot and shoved me hard to the ground. He walked back to his squad car and drove away. There I was naked on the side of the road by myself. I picked myself up the best I could. Fortunately, my car keys were still in the ignition. I opened the trunk to get a towel to put it on the leather seat. I put the top and windows up as I was driving home with no clothes on. This sick thing about it was that I played with my cock the whole way back even as tears streamed down my face. I looked at myself in the rearview mirror. I was a disgrace. I was now the antithesis of everything I had worked for in my life. I thought about how when I was very young beginning my daily masturbation how I fantasized about domineering men. I found magazines with pictures of little hairless 18-year-olds being tied and abused by big, burly men. I remember the day when it almost happened to me. I was in the grocery store and this man started to talk to me. He was so large and powerful as I looked up to him. I knew he wanted me, but I ran out of the store. It scared me so bad that when I got home, I burned all my SM porn in the fireplace. I forced myself to block that part of myself completely from that day. I was quite strong willed. I never wanted to have those feelings again. I became the best little boy in the world. I went to college with outstanding grades. I met a fabulous partner. I made a list of accomplishments. With discipline, I stuck to them. Willpower alone will not be able to hide who a person really is. It may for a time. It may for years, but here was the evidence that my willpower had collapsed of its own weight. Now I was at the top of my game. The societal-defined successful life was mine. Yet, in the mirror was a naked, filthy, piss-soaked bottom slut driving towards my societal-defined home and societal-defined lover. This naked queer was so turned on by what had happened today. I was hard as a rock and had to pull over to the side of the road. I stopped on the shoulder, threw the car in park, grabbed my cock and started abusing myself. "Yeah faggot. You worthless shit. Jack your cock. Oh fuck you smell bad. Makes you hard, doesn't if fucker? Fucking faggot. Cream that pour excuse for a man dick. Shoot that load all over your belly. Think about who you really are. Think about how degraded and humiliated your life has become in just a few days. You are something. Naked, hard, shooting a load on the side of the highway for anyone to see. Fucking pathetic." I shot a big load on my stomach. I hadn't shot three loads in a day in years. I looked at myself again in the rearview mirror before I pulled back onto the highway. `Yup Jim. You are everything those men said you were. Admit it.' David heard the garage door open and greeted me. I got out of the car. I wanted to run over and hug him but I was such a mess that I didn't want him to touch me. I just stood by the car crying uncontrollably. David was completely in shock by what he saw. His lover of ten years naked, smelling of piss and cum, knees bleeding from the gravel, sobbing and unable to speak. He took me upstairs and sent me directly to the shower. He washed me off, as I was incapable of basic movements to clean myself. He dried me off, then put some alcohol on my wounds and put my bathrobe on me. I cried the entire time. He laid me down on our bed holding me in a spooning position and we both fell asleep for a little while. I woke up and I could smell food cooking. I walked gingerly down the hall to the kitchen. David was fixing dinner. I said, "Hi." He said, "Hi, sit down. We will have some food and talk." I did as instructed. I was dreading the upcoming conversation. David placed some warm soup and crackers in front of me. I took a few sips. It was so comforting. Then he said, "Why don't you tell me what's going on, Jim? I have been worried sick all day and you come home in such a horrible state." I started to cry again, but I managed to tell him the whole story. I didn't leave out any of it. I told him about the bodybuilder at the gym. I told him the reason that I fucked him so hard yesterday morning was because I thought I could fix my thoughts. I told him about the straight man who fucked me at the Marriott. I told him about the bikers and the cop. I even included expressing how much I enjoyed the degradation. Admitting this was more humiliating than even being naked on the side of the road sucking a cop or the bikers fucking me. I couldn't tell what David's reaction was. He just sat there. ----------------------------------- I hope you enjoyed this chapter. 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