Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2013 11:40:03 -0700 From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com> Subject: Downward Spiral of Jim; Rick - Part 2; Story codes: M, MM, bd, sm 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, notes and criticisms 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. ----------------------------------- Please check out my other Nifty.org stories: Growing Up Naked http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/growing-up-naked/ Naked Whore http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/naked-whore Put Out to Pasture http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/put-out-to-pasture Santa's Slave Training http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/santas-slave-training Special Product Design http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/special-product-design The Trunk http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-trunk ------------------------------------ Author's note: The fork in the road of Jim's life at the end of chapter 12 fascinated me. What does happen based on a simple decision? Where does life lead going left or right at the fork? Are there parallels anyway? We all know now how it turned out for Jim when he stayed with the cop. Not pretty by most judgments, but certainly valid when a man releases himself to another becoming a slave. This completes the alternative ending where Jim leaves the cop for Rick, but not the end of "The Downward Spiral of Jim" saga. As the result of an email from one of my followers suggesting an idea, I am writing several more chapters. It is a wonderful example of how much hearing from others moves the story along. ------------------------------------ Downward Spiral of Jim – Rick – Part Two Rick and I didn't stay monogamous forever. We had a hell-of-a-lot of fun when we played alone or with extras. Really, you can't expect a whore to completely give that up. Can you? About ten years into our relationship, Rick brought home a man named Matthew. Matthew worked out at our gym. I didn't really like Matthew except for the fact that he was fun to play with. The problem I had with him was he was too much like me. We were identical in stature. Our hair color was the same except he had body hair, unlike what had happened to me with the cop. He was a bottom and I could tell he was enthralled with Rick. Matthew was also thirty, which meant Rick and I could have been his fathers. I take that back. Rick could have been his father and I would have been the one stretching out my pussy for the birth. One night after dinner I said to Rick, "Rick, I don't like Matthew. I feel threatened by him. He's trying to horn in on our relationship. He is totally infatuated with you." Rick smiled coming back with, "Jim, don't you get why you don't like him? He's you. He's close to the age when you went south during some prime years of your life. He reminds you of what might have been." "He is not like me!" I protested. Fuck, I hated the fact that Rick was always as right as the cop was. Couldn't, for once in my life, I be right about something? Why do I still have a man that knows me better than myself? I stomped out of the room and went to bed. Rick just smiled because he knew he had me. He turned on the television to watch of all things, baseball. About an hour later, I sheepishly came out of the bedroom. I curled up next to Rick putting my head on his big stomach; a stomach that was much bigger than when we met or even when we married. Rick still had muscles, but age was catching up with him faster because of his size. He still wanted to eat as a thirty-year-old, instead of a fifty-two-year-old. He worked out, but not like back in the day. Marriage, business, property all takes their toll on the body, especially a body like Rick's. He was still the sexiest man I had ever met. It was his total energy that made him sexy. We watched the game for a while. He held me stroking my shoulder, arms and head. During a commercial I said, "Babe, you are right. Matthew is me. Please don't leave me." Rick said, "Is that what you think? Jim, I ain't ever leaving you. You are my man, but I do think it would be nice to have Matthew around more. He's hot. He worships the ground I walk on." Rick said with a big laugh. "He's a good man. We've all had great sex together. What's the problem?" I responded, "Yes, I agree. He is hot. He is a nice guy and, yes, the sex the three of us have had is incredible. Alright. I will see if I can like him." "Besides, we are getting old. We are going to need a youngster to help us into the nursing home." Rick joked. I slapped him on the stomach crawling up to kiss him on the lips. How could I ever stay mad at this man? I started to unbutton his shirt. I want to get to those beautiful, hairy man nips that I could suck on forever. I was a total tit whore. The cop had used that against me so much that when Rick came along, I could not get enough of tit sucking. I finished unbuttoning his shirt while still mouth to nipple focused. I felt the large bulge in his pants and started to unbuckle them. He moved his hands to force his pants down to his ankles. I slid my head down his furry stomach landing my mouth onto that wide beer can cock. Rick had this amazing smell. It was the odor of a real man. It must have been something he eats in his diet because no other man ever smelled like that. Whatever it was, the rank of this man drove me insane. I relished his scent. When I first married him, I would smell his clothes and jack off. He had me good and he knew it. I am a great cocksucker. I took my mouth around his thick piece of man working it until my husband's love splattered on the back of my mouth. I crawled back up to the surface exchanging his semen with his spit as we kissed again. By this point, I had kicked my pants off. I went back to his nips while touching my cock. I knew I wasn't going to last long so I stood up, dropped my cock onto his stomach, grabbed his man nips with my hands and started frottaging my cock on his hairy belly. I looked deep into his eyes for a minute or so then I knew I was going to orgasm. I arched my back still holding his tits and spurted rope after rope of my warm jizz onto his gut. I decided I needed to befriend Matthew because Rick liked him. I am still a subservient male. Rick and I are not in an SMBD relationship, but there is no question I serve Rick. Being a sub never went away, but I was much more comfortable in how it manifested itself with Rick, than with either the cop or David. The difference being that we talk about everything and then I did what Rick wants. I am convinced that if I could just have had that one conversation with the cop the day I asked for the divorce, I would still be with him. The cop could have persuaded me. However, I now understand how totally correct the cop was in letting me go. If we had had that conversation, the cop and I would never fully realize our SM love. As with all my men, the cop was right. He had to let me go. With Rick I was devoted to him as a good manwife. In our relationship, I still did many of the things I did while married to the cop. I did most of the cooking, cleaning, laundry and shopping. However, Rick helped. I never had to do 100% of anything as with the cop. Rick also was my live in personal trainer, so he kept me in fine physical shape. We were quite the pair at the gym. I believe there were a lot of guys that were envious of us. We were always having a good time. We chatted up everyone. Rick pushed me hard making me lift more than I ever thought I could. There was never this "look, but don't touch" attitude that the cop and I projected in our workouts. I invited Matthew out to lunch. He was a little cautious. Anybody can pick up on the energy of dislike from another person and I certainly had given Matthew plenty of that energy. The most annoying thing occurred from that luncheon. I liked Matthew. There was one big reason why. Matthew told me that he had such respect for me for following my desires and getting into all those nasty experiences including becoming the cop's husband and slave. He told me that it took guts. I had never really thought about it that way. Matthew said that he had similar feelings and tendencies, but would never let himself go to the degree that I did. I told him that that was a smart move. I explained how I almost didn't get out of the last situation. I said that if I hadn't left the cop, I would have eventually gone insane and would have been locked up in a mental hospital potentially for the rest of my life. When I left the cop, I thought I had made the worst mistake ever, but now I understand that the worst mistake would have been to stay. Knowing Rick made me realize that I never needed to be treated so poorly again. It also forced me to become my own man, which I was never able to previously. Matthew eventually moved in with Rick and me. On some level, I don't think that Rick was joking when he said that Matthew could take care of us in our old age. Since Rick and I were a married couple, we couldn't also marry Matthew. We arranged with the good old attorney that had seen me through it all to draw up documents that included right of survivorship for each of us. I suspected that Rick would pass sooner than Matthew or I so it was best to make sure all was kosher. Rick, Matthew and I became the best of friends. We traveled together. We made love together, just us and with a supporting cast. We had a fabulous life. My downward spiral of seven or so years righted itself simply because after my fortieth birthday lunch with Rick, I could not take my clothes off and sat on the sofa. Interesting how that one act changed my life. I have no doubt now that staying with the cop would have destroyed me. The full impact of that came when I read the newspaper one day and saw a headline, "Former Cop Missing from his Slave Ranch." The article was horrifying. Apparently one of the reasons the cop was so good at his job was he was a brute. He forced confessions. He was on the take from the city fathers to keep the streets clean. No wonder he afforded that house and I never had to work. The article continued to say that the cop had a slave that called the police one morning when he discovered the house was broken into and the cop was missing. The article said the slave was bald, naked with a heavy slave collar on sitting on the ground in front of the house when the police arrived. He had been seriously abused with whip marks on his back. He had an extremely dark tan probably because he worked outdoors constantly. The slave was barely functional and could hardly speak according to the 911 dispatch woman and the arriving officers. He had to be taken away to a mental hospital. The scandal left many of the most honorable people in the city in jail. Some of these men already had public buildings titled after them that had to be renamed. I kept saying to myself, `That would have been me'. I would have been the one naked with the slave collar on. I knew that the path I was on would have led to insanity, but to see that it happened to another former slave drove the point home. When I finished the article, I got down on my knees and prayed to God in such appreciation and gratitude for getting me out of there. But, I also thanked him for letting me become a slave. My life would feel incredibly unfulfilled if I hadn't followed that path at least for a while. I sought out the slave. It took months before the slave was coherent enough to speak. Every time I went to see him at the mental hospital, I reminded him of our commonality because I, too, was the cop's former husband and slave. Eventually Tom started to speak. In time he trusted me enough to tell me what happened. Tom said it was all fine for a long time, but once the cop retired and they moved to the country, the cop became insane. The cop's sadistic play had always been mind-torture. I told him I was quite familiar with the cop's ability to mind-fuck. After the cop moved them to the country, the cop started to physically abuse. The cop whipped him constantly giving him deep, permanent scars on his back. He said his butt was so stretched he had to keep it plugged up. He said his nipples were huge from the constant suction. The slave told me about how the cop destroyed his hair on his head and that he could no longer grow hair. He said that when they arrived at the ranch, he had a nice body like mine, but the cop worked him to death shoveling rock, painting, cleaning, and cooking. He said each night was one more type of torture followed by sleep in an iron cage in the barn. Tom said the worst thing was he had to shut himself down mentally to survive. The cop wanted to reduce Tom's status from slave to object. He explained to me that an object becomes nothing more than a mound of flesh who's conscious is only to provide sexual fulfillment, eat, sleep and eliminate. Tom said he was doing chores and cooking still, but he felt that much more of the nightly sexual torture would have rendered him incapable of even those acts. Tom said that at some point, the cop would have had to take over Tom's chores and cooking duties. Tom felt he was close to only living in the barn having to be fed and watered like livestock sitting around as a dog waits for love from its owner. Tom got to where he couldn't wait for each night. He lived for those moments when his Master would come to sexually and physically abuse him. Tom was grateful to whomever had it out for the cop taking him away. If the abductors had waited much longer, Tom may not have had the wherewithal to call the police. Someone would have found him starved to death in the barn like a wounded feral animal. I didn't know what to say or do. I talked to Rick and he suggested that we take him in if he gets released. I took Matthew to visit him as well so he could see what happened. Matthew was on board with Rick's idea and about a year later, Tom, the former slave came to live with us. At first, I was a little jealous, because Tom took over doing the domestic stuff. But I finally got over it. It allowed me to concentrate more on my voluntary duties and my work. Besides, that was all Tom knew how to do. He would never be able to work in the outside world. He was too fragile. The city tried to fuck Tom out of the cop's pension and property claiming since the cop was never found, Tom didn't deserve the pension and the city wanted the money from the sale of the slave ranch to go in its coffers. Our attorney straightened their ass out on that topic pointing out it was small price to pay for Tom's silence on how bad the honored cop was. Our attorney also brought Tom into all our legal manners so if for some strange reason he survived us all, Tom would be taken care of. We tried to have sex with Tom, but he couldn't do it. The cop had taken all of that energy out of him. The three of us settled for holding him and making him feel comfortable. He didn't mind us having sex. He would watch, he just didn't want or couldn't participate. One day maybe a year into Tom being a part of our family, Rick took him in the bedroom after dinner. Matthew and I retired to the living room to watch television. All of a sudden, we heard Tom have an orgasm. We knew it was Tom because Rick's orgasms were deeper voiced. This was followed by a long tirade of crying. Matthew and I smiled at each other. Rick was the most incredible and caring man on the planet. He was our husband and we were both so grateful for him. Rick and Tom spent the night together. Matthew and I went to the guest room to sleep that night. We didn't want to disturb the situation. The snotty-nosed faggot slut I was for so many years gave way to an actually human man. Marrying Rick was the best thing I ever did. Rick forced me to understand that my perceptions about who I should be with and what mattered in life were far off. In the end, I became a very happy man and maybe, just maybe it was because of what Matthew said to me; that I had enough guts to follow my feelings and become a slave. ----------------------------------- I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I appreciate hearing from you guys. I attempt to respond to each email within two days. Many times our conversations shape the upcoming storyline. Thank you. Please send any comments to: douglas.marx.4@gmail.com