Date: Thu, 11 Feb 2016 21:11:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ultimate Humiliation Part 3

Ultimate Humiliation (part 3)

I was on top of the world when my wife caught me in an affair and my life
became one humiliation after another.  I hope you enjoy this work of
fiction.

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The next morning Mary told me that I was to blow Brad any time he asked me
to.  I wasn't surprised, given all that had happened.  What surprised me
was that I was actually beginning to like blowing him, though I could never
admit it.  Mary making me blow him on demand was just another level of
humiliation.

On Wednesday morning I recieved a call from Brad.

"Do you have any time for me today?" asked Brad.

"I can see you at 1pm," I replied.

"Ok," Brad answered, "I'll come to your office."

I hung up and immediately realized I had invited Brad to my office for a
blowjob.  I couldn't blow him in my office because of all the windows.  I
wondered where I could blow him in privacy.  There was a small four person
conference room that had no windows.  I called my administrative assistant
and asked her to reserve it for me at 1, and that I was not to be
disturbed.  I sure couldn't have my employees know I was a cocksucker!

Brad arrived a little before 1 and I greeted him.  I led him to the small
conference room and closed the door behind us and locked it.  "I know this
is really difficult for you," he said, "no man should endure what Mary is
putting you through."

"I agree," I replied, "but I really fucked up, and brought it on myself."

I got to my knees and Brad unzipped.  As I sucked him I realized that I
really liked doing this, and wondered how many more guys I might end up
sucking.  The sucking would be ok if the humiliation could be avoided.  I
sucked him and soon my efforts were rewarded.  I found that I actually
liked him cumming in my mouth.  I was becoming a faggot.  I vowed to
pretend I was being forced to suck – I couldn't have anything think that
I liked it!

Brad left and I continued my work day.

Friday arrived and I was looking forward to cumming again, but apprehensive
about how Mary would escalate my humiliation.

After undressing, Mary led me into the living room.  Once again the drapes
were wide open.  She cuffed my hands removed the CBT.

"This week we begin something new," Mary explained.

Instead of blowing Brad," tonight you will blow ten men who know you.  They
will see you and know that you blew them, but you won't know who they are.
They are randomly chosen from the people you know – some from work, some
from the community, and perhaps some from church.  As you go through your
day you will never know who you interact with that knows your secret."

My heart lept as I realized the exposure I was facing.  "Please Mary," I
begged, "don't do this to me!"

"The arrangements have already been made and the men are waiting," she
responded, "even if I cancel they will know your secret just the same."

"Is there anything at all I can do to change your mind?" I pleaded.

"I understand how humiliating this is, and I really do feel sorry for you,"
she said, "but this cannot be aborted."

I took a few deep breaths to ready myself for my ordeal.  Mary opened the
door to the garage and brought in ten men, naked, but wearing identical
black ski masks.  I had no way of identifying the men, but they could
clearly see me kneeling there, naked and ready to blow them.

They approached and began to surround me.  Mary stopped them and arranged
them so they didn't block the view of the camera people outside the window.
She moved them into a suck line before me.  I sucked each of them,
swallowing their loads.  They were silent, probably not wanting to risk my
recognizing their voices.  As I finished sucking each guy, they stood off
to the side, watching me suck the others.  After finishing the last guy,
they stood and watched Mary jack me off and feed me my cum.

The men then left.  I stood and Mary put the CBT back on me and removed the
handcuffs.  "I didn't want them to see the CBT because I wanted the guys to
think you did this voluntarily."

She was cruel indeed in her humiliation of me.

"How was that?" Mary asked.

"I am so ashamed I cannot find the words for it," I responded.

"We will do this for another five weeks.  The men will be randomly selected
from all the men you know.  Some will be repeats, but most will not.  At
the end, you will have blown about half the people you know, without
knowing exactly who.

"How do you feel?" Mary asked, "ok, but my stomach feels a little uneasy."

"You've swallowed a lot of cum," she said, "but you didn't throw up, so ten
loads are not too many for you."

Mary dismissed me and I left. I didn't know how I would cope now, not
knowing if the people I was with knew my secret – and would they keep my
secret, or would everyone know soon?

I slept uneasily that night, and was glad that I had to weekend to adjust.

The next week I was extremely nervous on Monday.  Every time I saw someone
joking around I wondered if it was at my expense. I decided that I could
drive myself crazy by second-guessing all that was happening.  Brad stopped
by for blowjobs twice, which I enjoyed.

On Thursday I received an anonymous email from a guy who identified
themselves as "load4u".  It simply said:

"I really enjoyed your blowjob last Friday – you seemed to like it, and
I would love another, if you are willing.  I will be discrete and await
your reply."

Getting that email scared me.  I really didn't have anything to risk by
responding, since he already knew I was a cocksucker.  I sent a quick reply
and asked when he would like to meet, and sent it off.

I few hours later I received a reply from him – he identified himself
and I immediately recognized him as Brent, one of my senior math modelers.
He asked if he could stop by my office at 5pm, and I replied that it would
work.

At 5pm Brent stopped by my office and we went to the small conference room,
where I locked the door behind us.  "I feel really uneasy about approaching
you like this," Brent said.

"I'm uneasy about it also," I said, "so lets just get to it."

Brent unzipped and I dropped to my knees.  I sucked him for about five
minutes and he came.  He thanked me repeatedly and I asked him how often he
would want to come back for more."  He was a little tongue-tied, but
blurted out, "how about twice a week?"

I agreed and told him to schedule 5pm appointments with my administrative
assistant, for "Model updates".

He thanked me and left, and I went home.

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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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