Date: Mon, 2 Feb 2015 16:48:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: Dale Gutzman <dale10gut@yahoo.com>
Subject: Robby's Predicament Part Nine

              The cheers and the applause were derisive of course, causing
Robby to feel even more shame.  The cute young businessman was securely
bound to a wooden chair with arm rests. His legs were tied wide apart so
that his genital area was on full display.  Robby's fat dick hung limp and
chunky over his amply stretched nuts. A tiny silver plug had been inserted
into the urethra. Attached to the plug, a wire that went to a box on the
floor between his well arched naked feet.  Attached to one arm, a wire that
led to a lie detector placed on a small table next to him. A bright white
spotlight lit up the entire chair area. I sat in the dark just beyond the
circle of light. A second pin point spot lit up Robby's shame filled face,
and a third highlighted his dick and balls. There were forty-two men in the
room watching the event, each of them especially invited by me and my
friends. Robby looked around, his face twisted with fear and
humiliation. Sweat coursed it's way down his neck onto his well muscled
young chest. He chewed his lower lip,a habit he had when he was afraid.

             "Well Robby, are you ready to begin. You have lots of old
friends here tonight ready to cheer you on. Young guys you went to high
school with. Many of your old college fraternity brothers, even some guys
from your office. And for those buddies who could not make it tonight, we
have a special live video feed. To start things off, Robby, here is a
message from your very best friend all through high school, Brian Lotts."
Brian was in the front row of the audience, but the message had been
recorded earlier.

      The large screen behind us lit up. It would later be used to show
close-ups of Robby's ordeal, but for now it showed a handsome young man of
Robby's age.

        "You fucking mother-fucking cocksucker, Robby!" Brian did not look
pleased. His handsome young face was twisted with rage and disgust. "I
trusted you. You were my best buddy all through high school, and you never
told me you were a fucking faggot! Christ we did everything together,even
had sleepovers. You saw me naked lots of times, and all the time you were a
disgusting piece of shit homo faggot!"  The other guys in the room watching
the video became vocal. They shouted words like "Homo-bastard!," "Asswipe!"
"Fairy," and "Pervert."  Robby's beautiful eyes filled with tears.  Brian
went on. "I could kick your fucking cocksucking face in, you sick faggot
pervert!"

        The screen went dark. "Wasn't it wonderful, Robby to hear from your
oldest and best friend?  And Brian is here with us tonight. Now, let's get
started, shall we?  Robby, I am going to ask you a series of questions
designed to help us learn more about you and you hidden homosexuality. This
lie detector will let us know if you are telling the truth. If you are
honest, you have nothing to worry about, but if you lie to us, If the lie
detector catches you lying to us, then this box here will send a terrifying
shock into your penis. Believe me, you do not want that to happen. The
feeling, men and boys have told me is unbearable...something you never,
ever forget!"

         "Shock the Bitch!" someone in the audience yelled, and everyone
laughed riotously.  Robby's head snapped toward the sound, and his eyes
squinted as he tried to make out the forms of the men in the darkened
room. His lower lips was trembling now, and we had not even begun the game.

            "Let's see how this works.  Robby, answer yes or no. Did you
beautiful new bride just walk out on you because she discovered you were a
fucking faggot?" As I asked the question, I glanced down at the young man's
beautiful flaccid penis with the silver plug in the pisshole.

            "I...she...we are temporarily separated because....I discovered
bi-sexual feelings in me when I met you. I...I..."

            I pushed the manual button on the box and sent a minor jolt
through Robby's dick and up into his body. His entire body tightened and
stiffened and jerked. He screamed bloody murder and the room erupted in
applause and laughs.
            "Sorry, Robby, but you are going to have to do better than
that. This electricity business is not intended to torture or punish you in
any way. It is simply a tool to keep you honest and in line. Now, I
distinctly asked you to answer yes or no! If I want a longer answer, I will
tell you so. Now, let's try again. Did you wife walk out because she
discovered her new husband is a cocksucking faggot?"

             You should have seen his face. Totally defeated. Totally
degraded.  "Yes!" he said in a very quiet voice. I smiled.

            "You see how easy it is. Just tell the truth. Now...when you
were in high school and Brian was your best friend, did you every become
sexually stimulated by looking at his cock or his ass?"

               Robby really chews his lower lip on that one.  Wow.
Finally, glancing over at the lie detector, he responded with a ..." Yes!"

              "Dirty Motherfucker!" Brian yelled from the audience and
several other hunky dudes concurred.

               Robby turned his handsome head toward the sound and his
mouth moved as if he were about to say something to his best friend, but
then he thought better of it and remained silent.

               "Robby, did you look at Brian when he was in the shower or
changing? Did you look at his teenage dick and balls with sexual feelings?"

                 Tears filled Robby's eyes and then overflowed them and
rolled down his cheeks. " Yes." he said in a very small voice.

               "Louder, Robby, your friends can't hear you!"

                 "YES!" the young man snapped angrily at me.  I wagged a
finger at him as if to reprimand him.

                 "When Brian had sleepovers with you, did you ever
fantasize about sucking on his big fat teenage dick?"  Robby sat in silence
so long, I feared I would have to give him another jolt...but then he
answered.

                 "Yes!"  He said, swallowing and licking his lips.

                  "Let me bash his fucking face in..."  Brian yelled. Brian
was a muscular handsome dude whom I wouldn't mind getting in the sack
myself. "Let me bash his fucking face in! You betrayed me, Robby...I
trusted you!"

                    Robby was crying pretty hard now from humiliation, but
I noticed that his dick was now half hard. You see, Robby is a submissive
and inside, he actually gets off on this kind of abuse. He craves it. He
needs it. He needs it more than he needs friends or a wife. "I'm...I'm
sorry...."  Robby sobbed.  I forgave him for the outburst and didn't zap
him.

                   "Now Robby, tell us the truth. When Brian had those
sleepovers with his best buddy, did you ever fantasize about him shoving
his big fat teenage dick up your ass and fucking you like he fucked those
high school bitches?"

                   "PLEASE....." Robby begged, his hair and face slick with
sweat.

                   "Answer...Robby!" I said in the voice I used when I
ordered him about.

                   "Yes...yes I did!"

                    "You dreamed about him fucking his fat teenage dick up
your teenage high school asshole? You wanted your best friend to fuck you?
When you were out on double dates with him, each fucking your girlfriends,
you secretly thought about him fucking his cock up into your shithole?"

                   "Oh God, yes...yes I did. All the time. I had a huge
crush on him. I masturbated almost every day thinking about him! I even
took pictures of him fucking his girlfriend and I jerked off looking at
them."  The room exploded in "boos" and laughter and the stomping of
feet. I glanced at the live video feed. Former friends of Robby's were
texting in verbal abuse.

                   Robby made eye contact with me. His face implored mercy,
but his dick was now fully erect and bouncing, the silver plug looking like
an ornament. "I'll lose all my friends.  Please, Sir, I'll lose all my
friends..."  he whispered to me, snot running from his cute nose.

                  I smiled gently. "That's okay, Robby. You don't need
friends or a wife, you've got me."  He squeezed his eyes shut. "Tell me
Robby, when you were in the locker room at high school, did you ever get
excited looking at the bare asses and dicks and balls of the other jocks
there?"

                   He nodded his head, so I prompted him to give an oral
answer.  "Yes...sometimes I did. Yes!"

                   "Let me get this straight. You were quite active
sexually in high school. So while you were fucking girls in high school,
you were secretly wishing to suck the dicks and get ass fucked by your jock
buddies and teammates?"

                    He hung his handsome head in shame. "I guess so..."

                   "I guess so is not an acceptable answer, Robby. Yes or
No!"

                    "Yes...yes I thought about that!"

                     "You fantasized your good trusting buddies fucking
your ass like you were some cunt...isn't that true?"  Robby's leaking dick
told me all I needed to know, but still I waited for the answer.

                      "Yes. Yes, I dreamed about sex with them!"

                       "You would masturbate your teenage dick and think
about their hot, hard, muscular bodies and their big fat bouncing dicks and
their balls and their asses...right?"

                        "Oh God, please...yes...yes I would. All the time!"

                         "Even while you were fucking your
girlfriends. While you were slamming you teenage dick into those cunts, in
your head you would pretend that it was a dude you were with...you would
pretend it was Brian or one of your other high school jock buddies you were
having sex with!"

                           "Yes....yes it's true. I thought about Brian and
Mike and Jesse and all those guys..."  Robby's sobbing made it difficult to
understand some of the words...so I played his last response back
again. The room went wild.

                          "And at college, you had the same fantasies about
your fraternity brothers. Trusted male friends with whom you lived in the
fraternity house. Straight men who had girlfriends they fucked. You lived
with them and secretly lusted after them...right, Robby?"

                          "Yes...yes it's true. I wanted them!"  More deep
angry male voices filled the room with obscenities.

                            "You watched them coming out of the bathroom,
big college dicks swinging, muscular bodies smooth and handsome, and you
wanted to suck those dicks and eat those asses and lick those balls, didn't
you?"

                            "YES...yes I did. I almost went crazy with
desire, but I couldn't tell anyone. There was so much fucking dick
around...half the time the guys didn't wear clothes, and I would go nuts
watching them."

                              "And you needed DICK, didn't you, Robby. All
the while you dated and fucked girls, you secretly needed men's big fat
leaking dicks!" Robby's body trembled and pre-fuck squirted out of his
pisshole, around the silver plug.

                             "God, yes, it's true. I lived a secret life. I
tried so hard to be straight. I tried so hard to be a man but....."

                              "But you are really a fucking cocksucking
faggot!"

                                "I AM A FUCKING COCKSUCKING FAGGOT!"  Tears
rand down Robby's handsome, smooth chest. His naked toes curled. His hands
clenched into tight fists.

                               "Whose cocksucking faggot are you, Robby?"
                               Now he looked up at me with wet, blurry eyes
begging me to take him away from all of this. "Yours...I am your
cocksucking faggot, Sir!" He said this in a loud clear voice, so there
would be no mistake about his words.  He wanted, he needed to belong
totally to me. He wanted nothing else in the entire world, but to serve me
in ever capacity...to be owned by me.

                               "Robby, the men in this room, straight men
mostly, now hate you for your deception. They hate you for secretly lusting
after them.  These men are cunt fuckers...not faggot feeders. You used them
to feed your faggot fantasies. You need to apologize to them. You need to
apologize for wanting to suck their big fat juicy dicks and for wanting to
eat out their hunky sweaty muscular asses."

                             Robby looked out into the darkened room which
had grown very quiet except for some heavy breathing. He blinked the tears
out of his eyes. "Please...please forgive me to deceiving you. I was so
fucked up. I was so messed up. Forgive me for wanting to suck your big fat
juicy dicks and wanting to lick your..your...sweaty muscular asses."

                            "Jesus Christ, he is pathetic!" One low
masculine voice rumbled. Robby's dick twitched and danced.

                            I turned to the crowd of men. "I want to thank
you for helping Robby learn the truth about himself. You have actually been
of great help to him in his therapy. I know this was difficult for some of
you. You trusted Robby. He was your pal, your buddy, your brother. Christ,
some of you fucked girls in the same room as Robby, with him fucking cunt
right next to you. And here, all the time he wanted your thick leaking dick
plowing his ass and mouth.  I know that this will not appeal to all of
you. And I understand. But Robby would like to make it up to you. He would
like to suck the dicks of any of you in the room who would care to sample
his faggot mouth. He would also be happy to lick and suck any of your
asses.  I know this idea disgusts some of you, and I totally
understand. But it would help Robby face his true self, and it might help
some of you get beyond this. Robby gives a superb rim job. He eats ass
better than most girls. And it might bring closure to those of you who feel
violated by him.  If you don't care to have your dick and ass sucked...I
understand, and thank you for coming tonight. But if you'd like to get a
little pay back on the faggot here...please stay have a drink or two, and
as soon as the room clears, we will commence with Robby the slut faggot
servicing you."
                    Now think this through. The dudes who were truly
disgusted by Robby didn't even show up for the event. So...the guys who
showed up were already somewhat interested in Robby's needs. They were
intrigued. Otherwise why even come to this perverse party?  So out of
fourty-two men present, thirty-five stayed to have their dicks sucked by
our boy.  And, you know what?  Every single one of them also wanted to have
his ass eaten and sucked! What dude will ever turn down a rim job?  Robby
was very busy that night. Frequently, I had to step in to stop one of
Robby's former friends from beating him. Some of them wanted to throw
punches at our boy while he serviced them. I had to control that. I told
them, they could fuck his skull as hard as they wanted to, but no punching
or hitting. I did let Brian kick and punch Robby a bit. After all, Brian
had been through a lot and had volunteered to let that video message be
shown.

                    Brian's eyes actually teared up as he face fucked
Robby. "How could you fucking betray me. You fucking queer! I thought I
could trust you!"  he kept saying.  Truth be told, most of the face fuckers
were a bit drunk by this time.  Robby kept telling me he couldn't duck any
more dick and ass. He said he just couldn't. His voice was hoarse and cum
and ass slime dripped from his swollen lips. But he had to service every
man present...INCLUDING THREE OF HIS FELLOW OFFICE WORKERS.  Things would
be different around the old office from now on if I had anything to say
about it. And I had plenty to say. Pete...was also there. You remember
Pete, the handsome dude who worked in the same building as Robby and whom I
pressured into receiving a daily blow job from our boy at lunchtime. Pete
had desperately tried to find a way out of this whole thing. But once you
are tangled in a web...it's damned hard to break free. I had enough
leverage on Pete to do pretty much whatever I wanted with him. After all,
he was an up and coming young executive.  And I had plans for Pete and
Robby.

                   Oh, you'll be pleased to know that twelve of Robby's
former friends stayed around for seconds!