Date: Sat, 02 Oct 1999 10:21:19 -0700
From: TopLegal <toplegal@yahoo.com>
Subject: scott 3

Scott III
=========

  By TopLegal

  WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
  and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
  offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
  you are not of legal age, do not read it.  Any resemblance of
  characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.

  (c) 1999, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
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Last time
---------

  So, I should perhaps review where we left off. I spent Friday,
  July 3, 1998 in a strange hotel room with a man who turned out to
  be my Hollywood idol. He fucked me bareback and spanked me with an
  old fashioned wooden hairbrush. We met again and I agreed to be
  his wife and follow his family's most unusual rules.

Wedding
-------

  I woke up in Scott's arms and felt really good. The strength of
  his smaller muscular body holding me tight to him. The sense of
  arousal that knowing belonged to him gave me was intense.

  Scott opened his eyes and stared into mine, his eyes were
  compassionate yet firm. My cock stiffened, its hardness pressing
  against his body. He smiled and kissed me.

  "My dad will be over with ring in a few hours, so get dressed
  again like last night -- hair and all," he said. My cock
  stiffened. He kissed me, get moving and said, "Get moving, I like
  your hair with the highlights and that poofy pushed back style."

  As he withdrew his firm embraces, I rolled out of bed and hit the
  shower. Scott himself did not join me, but I quickly cleansed
  myself. I was tempted to masturbate from my intense arousal, but
  decided against it.

  Out of the shower, I stood and shaved myself in front of the
  mirror. Scott had gotten himself into a casual clothing while I
  was showering and he took some of the shaving cream with methanol
  and applied it to my nipples and cock head and told me to finish
  shaving. The methanol was causing my cock to stiffen further and
  my nipples felt aroused too. I finished shaving as Scott looked
  on.

  As I finished, he said, "Ok, now work the shaving cream up and
  down your cock like lube till you orgasm on the counter top." I
  felt embarrassed and hesitated for a moment and he had me by the
  ear in just that short moment. "Do you need to spend some time in
  the corner," he asked. I shook my head and began to stroke my
  shaving cream coated cockshaft.

  I positioned myself so that my cum would land on the countertop
  and kept stoking till the cool methanol and the tingly sensation
  covered my shaft fully and then my cock exploded. Cum flew onto
  the counter in a solid stream.

  "Keep going," he said as I kept stroking my shaft and little gobs
  of cum continued to trickle out and hang at the tip of my shaft.

  "Ok, leave that there for now and use this towel to clean your
  shaft and nipples," he said handing me a towel. I quickly dried
  myself off. His hand grabbed the back of my neck firmly and I
  relaxed letting him push my face towards the countertop. I opened
  my mouth thinking he wanted me to lick it up but he said, "Keep
  your mouth closed." I closed my mouth as my face came down to the
  countertop. My entire face including my nose, cheeks, forehead and
  lips were dipped into my own cum.

  "Rub it in," he said and I took my fingers and worked the cum into
  my face. The odor was noticeable and the feeling unusual.

  Once I had it worked in to a high degree, Scott said, "Great, now
  finish getting dressed.

  I prepared my hair as ordered, it felt weird poofing it up and
  pushing it back. The feel of my drying cum on my face was tingly
  and I felt so possessed. After fixing my hair, I got the suit from
  last night out and dressed myself.

  Scott watched my through all of this and when I finished he said,
  "Well done, you look great. Stay here, standing, my dad will be up
  for you within the hour." Then he kissed me and left the room.

Waiting
-------

  I stood as ordered, my arms at my side. In the mirror across the
  room, I could see myself. I felt different than I did just the day
  before, and much different than a week before. From being an
  independent business man, I was a house wife, wearing clothing
  designed to immasculate me with a hair style that screamed
  ``blond''.

  Standing became more and more interminable and Scott had covered
  the clocks in the room making it hard for me to judge the passage
  of time.

  Footsteps outside the door made me tense. Then the handle on the
  door seemed to turn. Finally the door opened in slowly. I could
  not see who was coming at first. I almost pissed my pants in a fit
  of nervousness.

  Into the room came a man equal slightly taller stature and similar
  in appearance to my husband, but older: Dad.

  "Very nice," the man said without introducing himself. "Turn for
  me in place." I turned in place allowing the unknown, man to
  examine me like, like a Smith Family Wife. "Very nice, I can see
  why Scott enjoys you so." I nodded slightly, pleased. "I'm your
  father-in-law by the way," the man explained causally. I nodded.

  "I want you to take off your clothing slowly and deliberately,
  make sure that you take the time to fold or hang each item as you
  remove it."

  I paused again in shear terror. He sensed my fear and approached
  closer to me and placed his hand on my cheek. He then whispered
  into my ear, "Relax, this is going to be fine, trust me, I trust
  you." That phrase again.

  I removed my suit jacket slowly and I could notice my
  father-in-law become slightly aroused in his pants. Then, I took
  my shoes off and placed them on the floor. Next, my socks, rolled
  and placed next to the shoes. My father-in-law's cock was clearly
  visible against his pants.

  He was a handsome man and his facial features were similar to
  Scott's in many ways, but perhaps it really was the other way
  around. Sensing his impatience, I moved somewhat more quickly,
  taking my shirt off and hanging it. My chest bared in front of the
  older man, I felt awkward again, but my cock was stiff and
  pressing out from my suit pants.

  The man smiled back at me, and said, "Now the pants Jack." I
  removed my pants and slowly hung them. Naked save for my
  underwear, I felt completely embarrassed. My cock was stiff and
  sticking forward in my underwear and my father-in-law continued to
  stare at me.

  Nervous as to what my happen, I froze again, by my father-in-law
  approached and pulled my underwear down to my ankles. His left
  hand grabbed my cock forcefully like a handle. Then his right hand
  wrapped around my neck and pulled my face to his for deep
  passionate kisses.

  My father-in-law was treating me like any other wife in the family
  and was about to fuck me I realized. Still holding me firmly I
  found myself on my back in bed and with only minimal lube applied
  to my fuckhole and his cock, his bare shaft, was plunging into me
  firmly.

  Scott's dad was endowed as well as his son, and he was quite
  virile. His thick shaft rammed through me and split me open. He
  kissed me as he fucked me violently. Pinned against the bed, I was
  his fuck toy. The resemblance between his style and Scott's was
  amazing, though to date Scott had been slightly more gentle. His
  cock throbbed inside me and then he finally shot his load deep
  into my fuck hole.

  Before I would have thought he could have caught his breathe, I
  was on his lap and a hairbrush was coming down onto my bare ass
  cheeks. Scott's Dad clearly did not believe in sparing the rod and
  with one hand pinning my back firmly onto his leg he was
  brutalizing me with the back of the hairbrush.

  I started to squirm and cry a bit, both in pain and ecstasy at the
  same time my throbbing, hard cock was crushed into his lap. But,
  he just struck me harder and harder with the hairbrush continuing
  the onslaught of the spanking.

  As my butt felt ready to blister, the intensity of the pain gave
  way to a new level of pleasure and I found my cock releasing a
  small bit of cum into my father-in-law's lap. The spanking then
  stopped and he pulled me into his arms, just like Scott did. In
  his embrace, I sobbed softly as he felt my tenderized ass.

  He nuzzled my face to his and said, "I'm Brian by the way, come
  down when you are ready for the ceremony - naked." Then he pushed
  me onto the floor gently and I lay there for a while before coming
  down, ass blazing red.

Ceremony
--------

  Mark, Scott and Brian were the only people present in the living
  room. Brian, my father-in-law held a well-worn copy of what looked
  like the family notebook in his hand. I felt awkward being the
  only one naked in the room, but took a place next to my husband
  with my bright red ass facing to Mark who stood behind us
  slightly.

  Brian opened the book and said, "She is worthy." Scott approached
  the book and took a pen from his father's hand. Into the book, he
  signed his name carefully and then wrote "m.". I approached and
  trembling slightly, signed my own name, "Jack Townsend". Brian
  took the pen from my trembling hand and dated the entry: July 11,
  1998.

  Brian kissed me with tongue in front of my husband and then patted
  his son on the back. Congratulations were exchanged and then we
  sat in the living room and talked. I was not invited to leave for
  clothing so I sat next to my husband and snuggled him.

  My father-in-law commented on how he hoped Mark would settle down
  soon. Scott chimed in that he thought he knew some guys that would
  be amenable. Mark commented that it wasn't easy to meet people.

  After a while the topics shifted to politics, religion, science,
  it turned out that Brian was a researcher for the government on
  new Cancer treatments. As the conversation continued, my nudity
  seemed more and more natural.

  Finally, as the day wore on, my father-in-law headed out
  mentioning that he wanted us to come out to the D.C. area for
  dinner in the next month. Scott nodded and Brian kissed me again,
  with tongue. It felt less odd, but still strange.

  After my father-in-law left, Scott asked me to get dressed so we
  could do some more shopping. I changed into casual clothing and
  came back downstairs. Scott grabbed car keys off the table and we
  headed in the convertible down to Rodeo drive. He dropped me off
  in front of the suit store from the other day with his AMEX card
  and said, "They have everything ready, I'll be back in a few
  hours."

  I went in and the manager from the other day was in again. "Ah,"
  he exclaimed, "it appears your host found the clothing nice." I
  nodded and smiled. "Excellent, I have got several more items for
  you to try on so, let's get started."

  I had only put on a brief underwear and blushed slightly, but
  headed to the trying room and stripped down to my briefs. Stepping
  into the suit, I felt the manager's glare and then heard him
  snicker. I turned about to say something, but he cut me off
  saying, "Ah, a kept man, don't be so embarrassed, we are quite
  discreet here."

  I tried the other outfits on. Each was like the first one in the
  sense that none were traditional men's suits. All had slightly
  unusual, almost feminine lines. Then came some pant singles and
  some jackets. I could sense the mounting bill.

  "Stop fidgeting," the manager said slightly irritated, "this is a
  common event here for the rich and famous and plenty of men and
  women who are hitched to the hoi polloi are treated to this so
  just relax and enjoy being a kept man." I recoiled at his
  admonition and then recognized the truth of it.

  I signed the AMEX charge slip in my own name: seventy-five
  thousand plus dollars. The manager smiled at me, and said, "We'll
  deliver all but this one tomorrow" as he handed me a carefully
  folded bag.

  As I was picking up the card, another customer entered, I thought
  I recognized the woman's face and the manager started with, "Come
  right in, I have everything ready." I shivered slightly and
  stepped out onto the Drive.

  I started walking to look into some of the shop windows and after
  a few minutes, a horn honked and I turned and saw Scott staring at
  me smiling. I hopped into the car and we headed off.

Party
-----

  The bag contained a tuxedo -- and accouterments -- that I dressed
  myself in. The cummerbund and bow ties were pale pink, somewhat
  feminine. The stud and cuff link set provided was stunning, but
  also unusual.  Each was shaped out of silver into a flower with a
  differently colored gem stone at the center. The tuxedo itself had
  somewhat unusual lines and seemed, well like most of the clothing
  Scott bought for me to pronounce my figure, or just more feminine,
  to emphasize my place as property to him.

  Scott himself wore a more traditional men's tuxedo with a black
  cummerbund and bow tie as well as solid gold cufflinks and studs.
  Very masculine. Mark was along too and dressed slightly more like
  me, but his tuxedo to me seemed to be more standard; however, his
  accouterments were fairly feminine, a pale orange cummerbund and
  bow tie was complimented by tiny diamond studs and cufflinks.

  The party itself was at a mansion in Beverly Hills. At the front
  gate, Scott announced himself by full name and the gate opened to
  admit us. His car seemed modest next to some of the limos and
  super-expensive sports cars. He pulled behind a classic
  Rolls-Royce and we headed to the door.

  Inside the room was packed with young, male Hollywood stars,
  models, partners, kept men -- like me -- and just about anything
  gorgeous. There was a full spectrum of races represented and the
  sexual energy in the room was intense. Most of the guests were
  wearing tuxedoes and their seemed to be a definite breakdown
  between people with dark, masculine accouterments and other
  colors.

  "Let's go meet our hosts," Scott said to me and then taking my arm
  firmly began to walk towards the back of the main room. Mark
  followed one step behind and we soon reached a very famous young
  star who was all of twenty-two, if that. His multi-million dollar
  box office successes were legendary, who would have guessed that
  he would through this type of party.

  Scott and he shook hands and then he kissed me with tongue while
  another hand felt my basked. Then he whispered to me, I'd like to
  fuck you upstairs while Scott fucks my boy. I nodded and he said
  he would come get me when he was ready. Scott meanwhile kissed me
  on the cheek and took another boyish man up the stairs that were
  behind our host.

  Our host asked Mark if he needed anything to which my
  brother-in-law responded, someone like my brother. The host smiled
  and motioned to a strong, muscular man known from a few dramas,
  and even his own show at one point. John approached our host and
  leaned close and after a few words, he approached Mark and they
  headed off around the house.

  I stood next to our host with my arms at my side for quite a while
  as other guests thanked our host. It was an interesting party, not
  explicitly sexual and yet, the energy was high. Anyone who
  wandered upstairs would find bow ties on doors. A sign to stay
  out. A gander through the upstairs hallways looked like a trip
  through a hotel with "Privacy Please" signs. The doors admitted a
  few low moans and a couple louder noises.

  I was walking those hallways with our host and several manly
  guests till we reached a master bedroom suite. Our host removed
  his bow tie and attached it to the door. The other guests followed
  us in. Most of them I could recognize from one show or the other.

  He yanked my pants down to my ankles and had me get on all fours
  in the bed. Condoms and lube came out next as the other men
  surrounded the bed. One slid under me head towards my cock and
  began sucking me. I was being sucked by the star of [REDACTED].

  Our host slid the lube in and out of my fuckhole. His young skinny
  body was much slender than my own and I felt his hardness pushing
  against me. Another young man slid a condom over my hosts hard
  shaft and then it was gliding into me delicately, yet firmly. He
  was slenderer and shorter than my husband, but still firm and
  strong.

  The 30-something star kept sucking my cock vigorously as the young
  mega-star fucked me in front of his young male friends. My host
  was firm yet gentle with his cock, sliding it in and out of my
  fuckhole in complete thorough, yet gentle motions. His young
  hangers on watched as he worked me expertly, his hardness deep
  within me, then gliding out, then within me. Meanwhile, the
  blowjob from the movie star continued unabated and I finally
  climaxed and he took my cum full on into his throat and kept
  sucking me despite my hypersensitivity.

  The star pulled out in a few more minutes, removed the condom and
  shot a warm load of cum right at the base of my back and let it
  drip down my crack.

  He did not bother to kiss me, but instead left with his boy
  entourage. The movie star on my cock stirred and pulled away.
  "Fun, eh," he asked.

  "Yeah," I responded.

  "Leon's like that, the rumors are true, and the orgies him and
  those boys have while on the road filming, well they would make
  you blanch," he went on. "You get spanked this morning," he asked
  casually as if it was no big deal.

  "Yes," I answered.

  The star shrugged as if it was normal, "Scott's a good husband,
  you are lucky, he'll make sure you have a good time with nice
  people and will love you. Me on the other hand, I'm gonna fuck you
  now, so stay still." I heard a condom being slid over his cock,
  thicker than Leon's, yet still not as full as my husband's.

  No extra lube was applied. I was being fucked quickly and rapidly
  by the young smooth man. Leon walked back in while I was being
  fucked and laughed. "Still here," Leon said mockingly. My partner
  stopped and went to talk to Leon. I stayed on the bed, my tuxedo
  pants down, but otherwise dressed.

Bad Boys Get Spanked
--------------------

  Leon then instructed me to get dressed and stand up. I did,
  meanwhile my star was no longer in sight. He returned completely
  naked with a razor strap in hand. Leon pushed him over the chest
  of drawers and than began to brutalize his buttocks with the
  strap. After ten strokes, Leon paused and turned to me, "Ken knows
  better than to behave like he just did, why don't you head
  downstairs again, Scott is waiting for you." I paused for a moment
  and stared at Ken's bright red, striped butt and then left,
  shutting the door. Behind me, I could hear the strap cracking
  Ken's smooth ass.

  Leon's boy toys were standing outside the master bedroom suite
  talking and I headed back down. Scott met me at the bottom of the
  stairs and guided me towards the bar area. We sat down across from
  each other and I felt really wonderful looking at him, and
  watching him stare into my eyes with love and affection.

  One of Leon's boys approached me and said, "Ken would like to
  apologize." The boy toy then headed towards the stairs. Scott
  smiled and motioned for me to go. I followed the young black man
  up the stairs, he was beautiful with a well defined muscular
  chest. Inside the master bedroom suite again, Ken was standing in
  the corner, naked. His butt was clearly welted and striped from
  the strap. Leon was laying on the bed with three of his boys
  attending to him.

  I approached Ken in the corner and he said softly, "I'm really
  sorry for fucking you, I knew better." I kissed him softly and
  said, "Perhaps another night." He nodded slightly and then fell
  silent.

  Leon motioned for me to come closer and I approached him, "Sorry
  about that, Ken has a tendency to step out of line."

  "Did Scott enjoy Jacob here," Leon asked as he lifted a cute blond
  boy toy off his cock by his short cropped hair. I nodded. "Good,"
  Leon said as he pushed Jacob back onto his cock shaft. Then, as if
  an afterthought, Leon added "tell Scott I had John take Mark
  home."

  Downstairs again, I returned to the bar, Scott handed me a
  cocktail and said, "Drink." I did. It was a dry martini. The
  alcohol hit my empty stomach like a rock and in just minutes I was
  feeling very relaxed. Scott smiled at me, slightly drunk, and
  clearly happy to be with him.

  "I'll be right back, finish your drink though," Scott said as he
  stood and then headed across the room. Finishing the drink left me
  feeling plastered. After a small eternity, Scott returned with
  some food and a handsome young executive type at his side.

Getting Ahead in Hollywood
--------------------------

  "Jack, this is the producer and writer Tim on my new series,"
  Scott said by way of introduction. Tim introduced himself to me
  and Scott handed me a condom. I stood up and took Tim by the hand,
  we were in one of the guest rooms a few minutes later and his
  condom sheathed cock was fucking me aggressively. He fucked me
  face-to-face and was very amorous throughout the affair. Clearly
  unaware that I was Scott's, he propositioned me to come home with
  him.

  He thought I was an escort. But, I didn't figure that Scott wanted
  me to do much more than make him happy. Turned out that Scott
  started being featured more on his show shortly after the party.
  In fact in December, Scott took me to the holiday party for Tim,
  but now I'm skipping ahead again.

  Back at the party, Scott smiled at my return and guided me to the
  car. "Thanks," he said, "that second one was beyond the call of
  duty, but it probably will mean that my character will get more
  screen time."

  I kissed him softly on his cheek as we hit the streets for home.
  On the freeway back to the house, I asked about Mark, Scott
  shrugged and said, "John isn't bad and he is due to be in the next
  Bond film among other things." My head spun a bit and I fell
  asleep in the car.

  When I woke up, it was in our bed at Scott's house -- our home --
  and I had been undressed. Scott had carried me in without waking
  me and undressed me. Scott was already on a plane for the shoot up
  in Vancouver the next morning.


Mark's Tale
-----------

  Around noon, Mark showed up and seemed somewhat sad. He then
  shared the tale of his evening to me. I was sad that my husband
  wouldn't be there that night to hold me, kiss me, spank me, fuck
  me, anything. I would of course stay at the house as instructed
  till Monday at ten. But, it was just us "girls" so to speak, Mark
  and I.

  Mark explained that John was not interested in a relation and that
  it was a shame as John was wonderful at dominating his partners
  completely.

  They had arrived at John's mansion in just a few minutes. Once
  inside the door, John practically ripped Mark's clothing off then
  wrist restraints were applied. Bound, John forcibly took Mark to
  an upstairs bathroom.

  Sealed plastic bags contained two Fleet enema kits. When Mark
  started to speak John slapped him firmly on the buttocks and said,
  "No talking." Cuffed to the railing of the shower, Mark was
  helpless as Mark started the bath water going and began filling
  the two enema bags.

  John left the water running hot even after the bags were filled so
  the room began to steam up. The bags were hung to the railing next
  to Mark's cuffed hands and the white tubes were attaches to their
  base. Mark explained that when he whimpered slightly John slapped
  his buttocks again more strongly and said, "One more whimper or
  word and I'll take a cane to your bare ass."

  Mark explained that he felt terrified and started to piss in the
  shower to which John laughed at him mockingly. As he was pissing,
  John started to slide] the two separate probes from the bags into
  his ass. As Mark finished pissing, John let both bags loose, water
  was gushing into Mark's body at a fast pace. The cool water was
  intense inside him and he tried to move as if to escape the flood
  of water and John laughed. The steam in the bathroom was rising
  and the contrast between the cold water of the enema and the hot
  environs exacerbated the sensations.

  After the bags drained, John quickly removed the tubes as placed a
  fairly large butt plug in Mark's ass and then a leather holder
  around his waist to keep it in place. John then left the bathroom
  with Mark chained. Mark explained that after just a few minutes
  the sensation that he was going to explode was intense and he was
  terrified of just being left there.

  By the time Mark returned, after what seemed like an eternity,
  Mark was sobbing. John smiled and said, "Good, now you are ready."
  The butt plug came out and he took over to the toilet and let him
  expel the enema.

  Once done, Mark's hands were restrained behind his back again and
  John led him to a bedroom, still sweating from the stream in the
  bathroom.

  A blindfold game around his eyes and then a gag into his mouth
  quickly. Then he was restrained to something in the middle of the
  room, a post of some sort. Something was slid over his cock,
  possibly a vacuum pump as he felt his cock become engorged and
  intense. Then the first sting, and another, and another. He was
  being caned -- intensely.

  At this point Mark dropped his pants and turned around to show me
  his brutalized butt. John had caned him thoroughly I could tell
  and a few spots where he had bled a bit were visible as well. He
  pulled his pants up again and explained that because of the vacuum
  pump and the fear the whole thing had just been an intense turn
  on. Further, when the caning stopped, John fucked him still
  standing.

  "Then John held my sore, shivering body," Mark explained. I
  nodded, I could see why Mark was happy John would make a good
  dominant husband to Mark under the Smith family type rules.

  "Did you spend the night," I asked.

  Mark nodded, "In his arms, he even helped me orgasm right after I
  stopped crying."

  I smiled, "Want to go get lunch?"

  "Sure," Mark responded. "Did Scott leave you instructions?" I
  shrugged. "Go look on the dresser," Mark suggested.

  I headed upstairs and sure enough there was a folded piece of
  stationary with "Jack" written on it.

Instructions
------------

  Here's what the instructions said:

  >Jack,
  >
  >Sorry I had to go, stay here till Monday at ten as you were
  >instructed. Your credit card is in the dresser and some paper work
  >from the family attorney.
  >
  >Love, Scott

  I opened the dresser, there was a platinum American Express card
  with my name, my married name, on it "Jack Smith". The papers were
  next. The first was a simple name change form filled out for me
  along with an assortment of secondary papers, e.g. new Social
  Security card, voter registration, DMV, etc.

  The second set of documents was more interesting. There was a
  contract consenting to corporal punishment as determined by my
  husband in return for a monthly stipend of $10,000 for life, the
  stipend to continue irrespective of our marital state.

  I brought the documents downstairs and signed them with Mark as a
  witness where appropriate and then stuck them in the provided
  envelope to mail.

  Mark added, "You will also have to place your assets into a trust
  while you are married soon." My body shook slightly and Mark
  continued, "Nobody will get to use them, but you can't be making
  decisions about your money while you are married, Scott will make
  them for you." It made sense, but it scared me, my money was my
  exit, but I supposed $10,000 a month was not bad either.

  "Well, we'll deal with that when those papers come," I said trying
  to hide my fears.

  To be continued...

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