Date: Fri, 27 Aug 2004 23:13:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Four Friends Chapter 1

This story in not completely fictional. Nor is it the
truth and nothing but the truth. The names have
definitely been changed to protect the guilty. We are
all disease free and stay that way by protecting
ourselves whenever we play with anyone but each other.
Descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional because
I'm imaginative and not stupid.

You know the rules... Don't read this if you're a
minor or are offended by gay or BDSM expression. Don't
even think about reproducing or publishing it without
my permission. Remember, I have sadistic friends who
like to punish people! <<evil grin>>


Chapter one:
The four of us have been friends since we were kids.
Scott, Dennis, Dan, and me. I'm Eric. We've all hung
out together since elementary school and now we're all
in our thirties. We're friends, buddies, pals. We know
and understand each other. We trust each other, watch
out for one another, and accept each other without
judgment. We all get along great!

Scott's the athlete, the construction worker. He owns
his own remodeling company. 5'9", 155lbs of solid
muscle. Blond hair, blue eyes, smooth. A great sense
of humor and a killer smile. A black belt in three
disciplines. He volunteers teaching martial arts at
the local youth center.

Dennis is the banker, the corporate brat. Serious,
focused, disciplined. 5'9", 170lbs that he has to work
out and diet to maintain. He has brown hair, and dark
eyes that are always serious. He's hairy in all the
right places. He shaves twice a day and still has a
five o'clock shadow. He carries a briefcase and wears
a suit and tie better than anyone else I know.

Then there's Dan. He owns three hair salons. He's
6'1", 190 lbs. A body most people would be willing to
die for. He changes his look, his style, and his hair
color so often I have to be looking at him to be able
to describe him to you. He's flighty and
unpredictable. Moody and temperamental. We never know
what to expect from him.

Then there's me. I'm a psychologist in private
practice and a college professor. I'm a published
writer of both fiction and nonfiction. I worked my way
through college modeling and doing a few other things,
if you know what I mean. I'm 5'9" 175lbs. I'm no
muscle man but definitely in good shape. My eyes and
hair are coal black and my teeth are snow white. My
chest and stomach are moderately hairy but the rest of
me isn't. They hate me because I don't have to shave
and it never grows longer than a Don Johnson look. I
can turn heads wearing a suit or doing the preppy look
or wearing jeans and a tee shirt or even just wearing
a pair of board shorts. I'm the type that people
gravitate to. I make them feel comfortable and good
about themselves.

The group definitely agrees that I'm the best looking
overall. The smartest, best educated and most
successful.  I'm generally very upbeat, optimistic and
funny as hell! It gets me in trouble all the time...

Scott and Dennis have shared a house for years.
They're not lovers. They don't have sex with each
other but they very often share the same guy at the
same time. They both do him, but never each other.
They're both tops. They're both dominants. They like
to play rough, sometimes very rough. They love to
watch a guy squirming and writhing in pain or being
totally humiliated and degraded. Especially if that
guy is me, and it is very often me.

Dan does his own thing most of the time. He swears
he's straight and is always dating different women,
but often ends his dates by coming over and abusing me
and fucking my face or my ass. I sometimes think Scott
and Dennis tolerate him just because they love to
watch him do that to me. He swears I'm the only guy he
ever touches and he thinks it's my fault that even
wants to do it to me.

Why do I let them? I don't know. It's like asking me
why I'm gay. It just is what it is. It's been this way
since we were kids. It started with Scott. He was
always making me hurt or making me do things that were
humiliating to me. Dennis always liked to order me
around and tell me what to do. If I didn't obey him,
he'd either punish me or have Scott do it while he
watched. Dan always liked to watch but as time went on
he participated more and more. It just kept evolving.

I could never explain it. It's not that I like being
in pain. I can say in complete honesty that I hate
pain. I also hate being humiliated and I hate having
to be respectful and obedient to them. It just really
turns me on. I think what turns me on most is that
they enjoy it so much. I get off on pleasing them. The
more they enjoy it the more I get off on it. It just
feels right, like it's supposed to be this way. They
say the same thing. It's just right that they get to
have fun with me and do what they want. They simply
deserve it. It's their right and privilege as men to
experience pleasure and it is my place and
responsibility to suffer pain, discipline, punishment,
humiliation and bondage while showing them respect,
obedience, and even gratitude for allowing me to give
them this pleasure. It may not seem to make sense, but
it works for us. Oh yeah... I love them!! I mean I
really, really love them!! They love me too. I know
that with every fiber of my being.

Scott and Dennis have an awesome dungeon. It's well
equipped with a wide diversity of restraints, racks,
paddles, floggers, clamps, torture devices, and just
about anything else you can imagine. They have a small
fortune invested in electrical equipment alone
including winches, electro shock, milking machines and
even a fucking machine.

I don't live with them. None of us are exactly sure
why. We talk about it all the time. I think it has to
do with the dynamics of our relationship. We socialize
a lot together. We have a lot of shared interests and
hobbies. We spend a lot of time at my house, we go out
together, we travel together, spend time on my boat.
There's a lot of equal time when we're just friends.
They can certainly put me in my place any time they
choose to and sometimes do, but there is a lot more to
our relationship than just the sex or the BDSM thing.

When I'm at their house, and I spend a lot of time
there, I'm always in my place. I'm always the boy. I
strip naked and drop to all fours before I even enter.
I crawl in naked, kneel before them, and kiss their
feet as my greeting to them. They sometimes say hello
by paddling or spanking me, or even flogging me to
remind me of where I am and what my place is. I
wouldn't even think of wearing any clothes or sitting
on the furniture. I wouldn't even think about eating,
drinking or even pissing without their permission.
It's their house and they have their rules. None of us
is sure we could or would even want to live like that
all the time but we know that that's the way it has to
be when I'm there.

Sometimes they call me and tell me to come over.
Sometimes, I call them and beg them to let me come
over. Either way, I know I'm going to pay for it one
way or another. Don't get me wrong, there's pleasure,
but there's always pain and suffering. There's never
pleasure without pain. Not for me. It's the price i
pay for being a boy and the privilege they enjoy by
being Doms.