Date: Wed, 28 Jun 2006 22:39:43 -0400
From: Blonde Mountaineer <blondeallover@hotmail.com>
Subject: The NPG Imperative  -  part V

The NPG Imperative - Part V:  Gray Weed's Gifted Adventure
                                By Blonde

This is part of a futuristic series and all readers
should read part I to acquaint themselves with
paradigmatic social and physical arrangements defined
in the future. All the usual disclaimers apply.

Arturio was so filled with the stress of mixed emotions he could hardly
swallow his sandwich at the picnic table. He was consumed with ambiguous
tension of near panic and the excitement of new experience, surpassing even
that of his wedding day. He mulled over the daring resolve that brought him
to this little clearing in a remote and expansive forested park on a warm
and breezy August afternoon.

He could not be sure whether they would come for him in 5 minutes or over an
hour, but he was quite sure that he was alone in the designated location. In
the three years or so that he had surfed porn websites on the available
Internets and wireless networks, he was struck at how plain-vanilla the str8
websites were by comparison to the rich fetishistic diversity and complexity
of the services and possibilities of the gifted websites. There were so many
more commercial variants and offers for gifted toys, clubs, and outright
prostitution. The laws that regulated str8 adult commercial activity were so
much more restrictive. He had thoroughly perused the personals of married
men who sought likewise to experiment with gifted sex. Instinctively, he
knew his wife would be completely intolerant to any pursuit of an MMF
encounter. As such, he was more drawn to the melodrama of the gifted
role-playing service.

They were going to come for him in his short pants denim overalls that were
favored in the second half of the 21st century. It would not take much for
them to reduce him to total naked vulnerability. That was part of the
agreement. His introduction to gifted sex would be caustic and extreme. He
seriously considered getting in his little bio-diesel vehicle to drive away,
forfeiting his fee. But an intense curiosity froze him on that weathered
bench. What would it be like to be apprehended and gang raped by lust-crazed
gifted aggressors? It seemed like most of his life, his wife had leaned on
him to make all the domestic decisions, discipline the kids, and be decisive
and insistent about the whole damn mess. At last, now he could submit to
others who would crudely subject him to physical intrusions to suit their
own gratifications.

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The sense of elation in his victimization ceased in a split second. He was
stark naked spread eagled face down on a smaller version of the rough hewn
picnic table he had been so unceremoniously rough-handled away from. Four
biker leather- clad men had him pinned down helplessly and one of them from
behind hovered over him and had just breeched his virgin manhole with his
thick spit-lubed purple mushroom headed cock. The inexperienced sphincter
had given way to strain and stretch in waves of hot stinging resistance. For
the first time, Arturio's pointless struggles were in earnest. He screamed
into the bandana gag, "please ddooooonn't! . . . stauuuuupp!"

When they had bodily tossed him into the back of a van, bound and gagged,
the threat of violence had been thrilling beyond measure. As they drove with
him to an unknown destination, his swelling dick jerked and jumped instantly
to its full straining hard 7" when the two tallest in the back with him cut
all his clothes off with their stilettos. His unconcealed measure of sexual
appreciation prompted the raunchiest banter from his foul-mouthed abductors.
"Oh, get a load of this. . . . The disgusting fairy is saluting. The slut is
actually happy about what we are to do to it. You fucking bitch, you're
going to just love what we got in store for you."

The sense of degrading humiliation and embarrassment exceeded his wildest
fantasies when they carried him into the cabin. Arturio blushed deeply when
he noticed two women were there to greet the arrival of the lascivious
party. They were both petite and pretty, beyond their youth but not yet
middle-aged. It was enormously stimulating that they would witness all the
carnal molestations visited upon him by fierce males. He relished all their
close up inspections of body parts that are normally covered in privation
among polite society. "You got yourself a nice Daddy here, Joe. I just love
the way that the only gray hair he's showing is a couple of streaks through
his dick weed."

One of the abductors guffawed with that remark. "I like that. You know how
some older dudes are called 'Gray Beard'. We can call our horny bitch here,
'Gray Weed'."

The other leather clad female had been staring at Arturio's midsection the
whole time. "Wow! I've never seen any man leak so much pre-cum. His piss
slit is flared so wide open, it looks like he could drain another gallon in
just a few minutes." His small bright purple mushroom now had its hood
stretched back for the woman's studied examination. The head of his
twitching cock and his hairy abs were drenched with the discharges of acute
physical excitement. For Arturio, this was delicious mortification. Even his
wife had never witnessed such intimate bodily functions of his so
unobtrusively.

"Hell yeah! These gifted guys are supposed to have a sixth sense about what
the dudes are packing who are going to fuck them." The biggest man, Joe was
playing tinkling sounds as he hurriedly unbuckled and unzipped to free his
bulge in everyone's presence. He had won first rights to their prize of this
contract in a poker game between them and the other three men were just
going to have to accept sloppy seconds.

"You would be one to know about that Joe. You are gifted" The cute brunette
who had just spoken of the captive's pre-cum whined a sarcastic tone.

Joe retorted with a note of irritation and a voice amplified an octave
higher. "Missy, there is no need to say anything like that. That is not part
of the game." He was clambering on the table just behind the captive and
pinned down naked man. He shuffled about with his cock in one hand and
trying to squeeze open well toned ass cheeks with the other. The two women
watched closely as Joe shifted about to line up his very thick 6" inch uncut
roll of man meat with a very wide and ample mushroomed head to its appointed
target. The redhead who had made the crack about gray dick weed even reached
to guide the grasping hand with its hungry hump rod to make contact with the
end of a puckering rose bud. It was then that Joe breeched the tiny opening
of their captive with such violence.

The brunette called Missy, was genuinely alarmed when she heard the helpless
naked man splayed before her screech his muffled entreaty and observe his
body stiffen into spastic struggles. She, like the others had always assumed
that all their clients under contract were experienced gifted men who wanted
to diversify their sexual experience into extreme role playing. The client
being serviced now seemed genuinely distressed. She stepped in front where
one of the other abductors clamped Arturio's shoulders to the table and her
concerns seemed to be confirmed. The client's face was contorted into a
quivering grimace and his red watering eyes did not seem to focus an
anything in particular. "Hold up, Joe! I think we have got a situation
here.'

"What situation?" Joe managed to lift himself and the captive client with
the head of his dick still in the ass. "Look, see how happy the bitch is to
be humped in this way? This awesome tail of man puss is too tight for me to
pull out now." Sure enough, the gray weeded naked man's dick was still
stretched hard and twitching as he was about to be skewered alive from the
inside out by another man's insistent penetration.

Missy had the presence of mind to step around and reach for the cock with
the gray dick weed. With nimble fingers and just the right therapeutic
pressure, she briskly stroked the flesh at the ridge where the small dick
head met the almost scalding shaft. She cooed whispery feminine
reassurances. "Doesn't that feel better, sweetie? Please relax, hon. I
promise you it will be really great if you just relax."

Joe reached and shoved her away with an offensive brusqueness that later
would be the catalyst for the severance of their business relationship.
"Step away lady. The bitch is already plenty relaxed enough. Where do you
come off beatin' off the sluts we are here to rape? If this sorry excuse for
a dude gets his slut hole tore up, so much the better." With that Joe thrust
his hips for another quick jerk forward. The impact drove a fat cock head
and rock hard shaft inches deeper into a tiny hole, tearing asunder and
stretching rectal linings to accommodate a deeper insertion. Arturio was
amazed at how easily he tolerated the intimate violence. The kind gesture of
auto eroticism from the savvy female seemed to actually relax his visceral
passage to welcome the invasion. The intense cramping was accompanied by an
even more intense glow of pleasure. His bowels even flexed of their own
accord to greet the impact of warm fat cockhead. Joe felt the telltale pulse
of needy man pussy and attacked his captive with a ferocious frenzy. "Do you
want me to stop, cock slut?", he growled.

Long forceful strokes awakened the client to urges he first encountered when
he observed gifted porn photos. His sense that his backside could acquire an
almost narcotic addiction for fucking was confirmed in spades. His gag was
removed. "Oh please no.", he squealed. The glow in his ass increased with a
steady pace of fucking strokes that prompted mixed sensations of both pain
and pleasure. But it was more than a matter of sensation. Deep in the pit of
his chest, nagging intuition surfaced. The whole situation seemed so
appropriate somehow. It seemed only right that his manhole should be desired
pussy for the horny men and their bursting cocks who need to scratch their
sexual itch that way. They say that a man's brain is his most powerful
erogenous zone. It was both the rhythmic contact of pummeling pulsing pillar
against a battered prostate, but also a brain that was registering a greater
sense of approval and excitement with the whole novelty of the situation
that increased the tightening spring in his groin and the root of his cock.
His breathing was shallow and he focused on all the obscenely rugged but
delicious things that were happening to him for all his naked powerlessness.

The glow of a cramping but simultaneously caressing virgin cavity in its
first grip of male intimacy strengthened in electric heat to tumultuous
climactic overdrive in Arturio's groin and the root of his cock. The
convulsions of ecstasy that swept throughout his whole nude frame surpassed
any that he had ever experienced up until now. The bullets of churning male
missive exploded through a sensual passageway and out a desperately gasping
piss slit on to the weathered boards underneath him, anointing both them and
his stiff abs with the slick warmth of freshly shooting cum.
"Hhhhhhhhoooooooeeeeee!!", whelped Joe. He thrust one more forward stroke
with great force into the captive client's bowels and released his own
sizable load into the very depths of a man's initiation into desired
debauchery.

Joe climbed off the table almost instantly, barely taking the time to
shuffle just active genitals under his pants, to replace his colleague who
was restraining a powerless client in sexual assault. Murray dropped his
pants and briefs to his ankles when positioning himself behind the client
and encouraged his mates to slide the captive down so his ass was nearly
hanging over the edge but legs still splayed open for a very easy and now
moist target thanks to Joe's oozing emission. Arturio was slid over his own
cum, rendering his hairy chest wet and sticky almost up to his chin.
"Ooooooooooo, mmmmm, nice!!" Murray penetrated his thinner but longer 9
incher beyond a swollen ring and up to the hilt by firmly grasping the
captive's bare waist. Despite the throttling incurred by zealous stroking,
the helpless man's now lubricated initiated passageway was still tight with
a twitching and grasping love grip. Arturio sighed as he felt the invasion
slip past an eager bowel and break through another deep boundary into what
seemed the pit of his stomach. The forceful strokes that plunged again and
again into his most primal gut were not pleasurable but psychologically
gratifying. The muscles deep in his ass adjusted to enable for maximum depth
of incursion without their owner even having to make a conscious effort.
"Mmph, mmph," grunted the new assailant in his greediness to feed the
desires in his man flesh. Arturio had broken into a furious sweat, gritting
his teeth, every muscle flexed and clenched to absorb each and every impact
of a powerful skewering human ram rod. He earnestly believed that the blows
to the very essence of his abdominal vitals might kill him, but, oh what a
rich and spicy way to die. He would come to his demise through the adventure
of living life to its greatest stimulations -- naked and defenseless,
dominated by the acerbic and earthy motives of completely uncivilized males.
Rather than dying, Arturio's lower torso exploded again in hot spasms of
another shattering ejaculation when his assailant squirted lovely shots of
warm male slithering seed into a pummeled colon.

An anal retentive disposition was beautifully transformed into a giving and
willing man puss that afternoon. His ring of loving e0mbrace opened many
more times that occasion to welcome the rustic intrusions of uninhibited and
insatiable man lust. When their demanding cocks were thrust into his mouth,
even slamming into his throat, his mind reeled with Proustian recollections.
In his teenage years, he and his closest friends had clandestinely wrapped
themselves in desperate 69s to relieve themselves of the nagging tensions
that chronically afflicted their loins. The primitive but velvety flavor of
the excited male organ and the discharge of its climactic nectar was a
joyful if nearly forgotten reacquaintance.

*********************************

The other colleagues, both male and female, watched carefully as two of them
lowered the client, bound at the wrists and ankles, reclining into the
bathtub. The client reeked of sex and sweat from an afternoon of sexual
assaults. All the males clenched their fists and glared at the client
menacingly. "Now if you are a good boy, we won't beat you. Stay just as you
are. We will give you a shower."

One of them audibly snickered. With a note of schadenfreude, another spoke
again. "It just won't be the type of shower you think." With that Missy and
two of the men helped the leather-clad redhead to stand over the client with
one foot each over the opposite tub ridges. Missy unzipped and pulled down
her occasional lover's jeans and panties below her knees. The mounted female
squatted, balanced well, revealing a brilliant untrimmed red bush and labia
spreading for a function that Arturio signaled his appreciation for with a
visibly stiffening man meat.

"Jeez, you filthy s-o-bs wouldn't let me pee all day and now I've got to
squirt buckets of piss all over this disgusting pervert." She let loose with
a gushing stream of stinking yellow liquid. As she soaked the captive from
his navel to his thighs, the standing audience in a cramped small bathroom
hooted, hollered, and applauded in appreciation.

After they had helped Missy dismount from the rim over the tub, all the
males unzipped for one last time of the client session. "Glad you liked that
cunt piss so much. But we boys can take aim so much better and you could see
for yourself we been drinkin' beer all day. For all your slut service you
deserve a good drink." One after another started peeing their foul waste
primarily on his head and mouth. Their client had to spit and close his
mouth to avoid ingesting any of the outflow. For all his best efforts, he
could not help but drink and choke on some of the hot fresh liquid
degradation.

*********************************

He nearly fell over as he was rudely ejected from the van in the dark of the
night. His car was still the only one in the little parking lot of the
clearing. They tossed his torn and ripped clothes at him before laying
rubber in the squealing screeches of a speedy take off.

The client session was over and Arturio was still naked except for his
sandals and he reeked of sweat and and a variety of genital effluence. He
knew he would have to speed in nude disgrace behind the wheel of his small
car to reach home before the rush hour and his family awoke to start a new
day of work and summer school. He would be lucky to sneak in and get to the
shower before the other residents stirred. Somehow the risk of indecent
exposure or familial calamity and disgrace paled by comparison to his sense
of rejuvenation about the almost violent turn in his life. Now he could
discreet liaisons with other married men. His introductions to delicious
debaucheries provided him with a new handle for identification: "Gray Weed".

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