Date: Sun, 8 Nov 2015 04:17:21 -0800
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Glory Hole Trap Part 2

Glory Hole Trap (part 2)

A bigoted homophobe thinks that he can harass gay people, until one day he
is at their mercy and finds his life completely changing.  I hope you enjoy
this work of fiction.

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I was really warming up to making faggots suck me off – I reflected on
the last guy.  He said he had never sucked before, and I made him do it the
first time – for a REAL MAN.  The sissy was crying afterward – maybe
he regretted actually doing it – no matter, once you suck a cock you are
a cocksucker and that can't be undone.  I wondered if I would see him
again.  Would he be ready for another?

I found myself looking forward to the book store – it was a lot easier
than putting up with the hassle of a girl – and they didn't suck all
that well anyway!  It made me feel especially manly to dominate those
faggots.

On my next visit there were only a few people in the store, and they were
all looking at the straight porn.  I supposed the faggots are all in the
back, so I went to the counter and bought some tokens for the machines.
"We just installed booth nine," the clerk said, "you might want to give it
a try."

I walked back to the booths and found booth nine at the end.  It was empty
so I went in and locked the door.  I dropped a couple of tokens into the
machine and took my cock out, waiting for a faggot.  Soon I heard someone
in the next booth and there was a mouth at the hole.  I put my cock through
the hole into the eagerly awaiting mouth.  As always it felt truly
wonderful – this faggot really understood his place in the world and how
to please a REAL MAN!

He reached his fingers through and pulled my balls through the hole and
massaged them – I had no idea that would feel so good, but the faggot
really knew how to please a man.

Then something strange happened.  I felt a tightening around me and
realized that somehow the hole was getting smaller.  It continued to
tighten around me until it had a firm grip on me.  I tried to pull back but
I felt a sharp pain as my balls would not come back through the hole.  The
faggot was stroking my cock, probably to keep me hard so I couldn't get
away.  The bastard had me trapped.

Suddenly the locked booth door opened and a woman and man entered.  "What
the fuck?!" I said.

She quickly silenced me by putting a piece of duct tape over my mouth.  I
tried to lash out but each of them caught one of my arms and pulled them
over my head.  I felt handcuffs placed on each wrist, with the other end
hooked on a pair of rings over my head.

"Well now, macho man," she said, "you aren't in charge any more, are you?"


"You can do this the hard way," she continued, "or the not-so-hard way –
it's up to you.  For you there won't be an easy way – your life will
never be the same after today."

I was clearly at their mercy and there was nothing I could do about it.  I
wanted to fight them with every ounce of my strength, but I knew they had
me completely under their control.  Whatever they had in mind for me I
would have to endure until I found a chance to escape.

The two of them unbuckled my belt and slipped my trousers off me.  She took
my wallet, looking at my driver's license and said, "Ok Mr. Jeff Michaels,
We'll have our private detective find out everything there is to know about
you."

They couldn't take my shorts off because my cock and balls were sticking
through them, but the guy took out a knife can cut them off me.  That was a
mean looking knife, and I hoped my shorts were all he intended to cut.

The woman said, "I know you aren't doing this willingly, but since you are
cooperating, I'll spare you some of the pain – for now you will mainly
experience humilation."

I felt her hand on my ass, spreading my cheeks.  She put something wet on
me – probably lube of some sort.  Next I felt a finger in me, then two,
then three.

"If you resist it will really hurt – if you just relax it will be much
easier – if you weren't such a macho man you could even learn to like
it," she explained.

The three fingers spread, opening me up.  I knew what was coming next –
they were going to fuck me like a faggot.  She pulled her fingers out and
wiped them on my shirt and stepped aside.  The guy stepped behind me and
put one hand on my shoulder and I felt his cock pressing against my hole.
I thought he would ram it into me but instead he slowly pressed and he
slipped inside me without pain.  I had never had anything up my ass before,
except my doctor's finger, and I never did like that.

The guy put his other hand on my shoulder and proceeded to fuck me.  This
had to be the very worst thing that had ever happened to me, and I was
helpless to do anything about it.

"You got a nice tight ass," he said, "I just LOVE fucking straight boys,
but soon you won't be straight anymore!"

So they thought they would turn me into a faggot!  We'll see about that –
I couldn't stop the rape, but I was still completely straight, and nothing
would ever change that!

The guy in the next booth continued to suck me and I was fully hard while
my ass was being plowed.  In my aroused state the fucking almost felt good,
but I quickly shook off that feeling and concentrated on being a REAL MAN.

The guy fucking me grunted and said, "That was a good fuck – nice ass!"
He pulled out, and the guy sucking me stopped.  It felt like he was just
handling my cock to keep me hard, but didn't want me to cum yet.  I had
never before felt so helpless.  The guy who fucked me left and another guy
came in.  He didn't say anything, but just shoved his cock up my ass.
Thankfully he entered slowly also, but was clearly bigger – I could feel
the stretch.  It was uncomfortable, but not very painful – I could take
it like a man.

As he fucked me, the cocksucker resumed his work.  I was so damned aroused
I was actually starting to like the fucking, which really embarrassed me.
That must be part of their plan – but I was not going to let them make
me a fag!  The guy behind me finished and complimented my tight ass.  He
pulled out and left.  The cocksucker pulled off again and resumed handling
my cock.  A third guy came in.

His cock was much bigger than the other two.  Even though he entered slowly
it was quite a stretch and it really hurt this time.  If not for the duct
tape on my mouth I would have been screaming my head off, but all I could
get out were grunts.  He heard me and stopped once he was inside.  He
whispered in my ear, "I'll just hold still while you get used to me in you,
then you let me know when you want me to start."

Hell!  I never want him to start!  But if I didn't go along with them they
could make it really rough on me, so I just tried to relax and the pain
began to fade.  He asked me if I wanted him to continue and I nodded.  It
was just so damned humiliating for me to tell a guy I wanted him to
continue fucking me!  As he stroked in and out I realized that he must be
HUGE!  In addition to being thick he was long as well.  When he stroked
into me had seemed to "hit bottom" which hurt.  I was beginning to get
accustomed to his fucking when the cocksucker resumed sucking me.

The guy fucking me finished, but instead of pulling out, he trust in all
the way and stayed there.  He whispered to me, "your turn".

The cocksucker did his best work and soon I shot what felt like my biggest
load ever!  It was a wonderful orgasm -- until the guilt hit.  I was
overwhelmed with shame about cumming with this big cock up my ass!  Was I
starting to turn queer?  Hell no!  I'm completely straight and nothing will
ever change that!

The guy in my ass pulled out, the door opened and the woman returned.  I
felt something even larger entering me – it was harder than a cock.  She
pushed it in as far as I could take it.  It really hurt, feeling like it
was splitting me open.

She and the guy took my hands down from the rings over my head and
handcuffed them behind my back.  The glory hole opened up and released my
spent cock and drained balls.

The woman put some sort of leather harness on me that buckled around my
waist and had a wide strap that went between my legs.  It held whatever
they put up my ass in place.  The woman picked up my pants and took me out
the back door. I stood there, without pants with her and the three guys who
had just fucked me.

The woman held up a small cup about the size of a shot glass, filled with
white stuff, that I knew must be cum.  She held it near my mouth while one
of the guys took off the duct tape.  I kept my lips tightly closed, but one
of the other guys pinched my nose so I couldn't breath.  I continued to
resist until I finally had to open my mouth to breath, and she poured the
cum into my mouth.  Immediately the duct tape was slapped back on my mouth
and I was left with a really horrible taste.

"You can enjoy the taste as long as you wish," she said, or just swallow
and be done with it."

No matter what, I was NOT going to swallow cum!  The taste was really
terrible – it was a disgusting and vile thing to have cum in my mouth –
I felt a little nauseous, but I didn't dare puke with the duct tape in
place – I could choke and die on my own vomit.

They led me to a car and put me in the back seat. When my ass hit the seat
it pushed the object in my ass, hurting really badly.  I positioned myself
so I was sitting on one cheek, not pushing the object further.

My thoughts now returned to the cum in my mouth.  I didn't want to swallow
it, but didn't like the taste either.  They would probably make me swallow
it anyway, so I decided to get it over.  I swallowed, and there was a bad
aftertaste, but most of it was gone.

What a day it had been – and it wasn't yet over.  As we drove on, I
feared what might come next.

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To be continued ...

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.  –Bill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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