Date: Fri, 14 Aug 2015 01:17:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 10

Pervert Phil (part 10)

This story traces the life of Phil, now deceased.  His life was filled with
perversion, which he enjoyed tremendously and freely shared with me.  This
series contains content that some will find offensive, so you may wish to
skip some parts.  Phil took many risks, and was fortunate to survive his
many encounters.  I hope you enjoy the story, but caution you not to follow
his example!

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Mary and I made two more visits to the fag joint out on the west side of
town.  She kept upping the ante with each visit, not in terms of how many
guys I would blow but how outrageously submissive I would appear to be.
She enjoyed humiliating me in public and, frankly, I enjoyed being
humiliated even more.  On our last visit to that place she had me wear some
very thin white pants that didn't even have a zipper in the fly so it
couldn't possibly be closed but there was a zipper in the seat which could
be unzipped to provide access to my asshole.  I wore black panties under
the pants and the panty-line was visible from 3 states away!  I think we
had become identified as a "couple" by the bar's regulars.

On the way back to take her home from our third visit to the fag joint
(during which I had had to barf after the first twelve blowjobs and kept on
sucking cock at her command for at least four more guys) she said, "You
really need to be an `owned slave cocksucker', you know that?"

"Do you want to own your own fag?" I asked.

"Yes I do!" Mary exclaimed.

I told her that I was open to the idea and she asked me if I had ever been
under contract to anyone before.  I told her that I had not and she said
she would type something up and if it sounded good I could sign it and she
would become my owner.  She told me to come out to her place the following
night at 8 pm and she'd have a contract ready for me to read.  I thought
about it all night (and jacked off more than once at the idea!)

At 8 pm the next day I stood on her front steps and rang the bell.  When
the door opened it was not Mary who opened it.  It was a man I'd never met
before who told me to come in and that she was waiting for me in the living
room.  When I turned the corner, there sat Mary in the central seat with
her breasts bare.  There were four other men in the room, all fully clothed
and standing.  "Please come in Philip – these men all know you are queer
and what you are here for.  They will be witnesses if you decide to sign
the slave contract," Mary explained.

Well!  This was to be a fairly elaborate thing then.  I liked it!  In fact,
I was getting a hard-on as I walked over to stand in front of Mary.  She
motioned that I should get on my knees in front of her which I did; she
handed me the papers which were several pages long and neatly typed.  "Read
them very carefully, Philip.  I mean every word in them," Mary continued.

As I began to read the contract, I shortly discovered that she considered
homosexual men to be absolute filth that she enjoyed using.  I also
discovered that I would be expected to be naked at all times when at home
and that I would live there.  I had to agree to submit to any torment that
she wanted to try and that she would be free to invite her friends to use
me.  I would not be required to perform heterosexual acts except that I was
to submit to any woman's abuse of me that she wanted to occur.  By signing
the agreement I would be admitting to anyone that I was a submissive
homosexual slave and had no rights whatever.  Any assets that I possessed
became her property at that moment.  I was informed that no real man could
have sex with her without first using my mouth and that I was to be her
birth control method.  The contract also gave her the right to charge for
my use and to sell me to anybody if she wanted.  As I read it, I became
even more erect.  She had read me very well indeed.  I just reached for the
pen she held in her hand.

"Not wearing clothing, faggot!  You have to be absolutely naked for this,"
Mary demanded.

I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough!  I very quickly found myself on
my knees, stark staring naked (WITH a hard-on) and signing the contract
that gave her absolute control over me!

I was more than aware that I had just sold myself into slavery.  It was
something that I had immediately recognized as my proper role.  I wanted
it!  I wanted to not make decisions about what I was to do and for whom.
The three trips to the fag bar had been wonderful because I sucked every
cock she wanted me to without any hesitation – it was her decision and
hers alone.  I wanted to be used like that!

She asked the man who had met me at the door if he would like to remove her
clothes; he damn near was panting as he took off her skirt, panties and
shoes.  It was the first time I had ever seen her naked and while she
wasn't my cup of tea, she obviously was something that every man except her
newly-enslaved fag in the room wanted.  She invited him to take his clothes
off and fuck her but only after he emptied his nuts in my mouth.  The other
four men stood and watched as he took off his clothes and stuck his dick in
my mouth; I couldn't help but recall the first time I'd had an erection in
my mouth out in the woods back in Dearborn.  I'd come a long way since
then!  She assisted him in getting off in my face, even milking him dry
into my mouth.  Once she was satisfied that he was properly drained, she
laid down on the couch and invited him to screw her silly!  He was more
than happy to oblige.

As he mounted her she told me to kneel by the couch in case he got close to
an orgasm because if he shot a load it would be into my faggot/slave mouth
rather than her pussy.  He had to pull out once to blow a load in my mouth
but he really enjoyed fucking her!  He was a little older and, to him, she
was a teeny-bopper slut.  A teeny-bopper slut that owned her own cumpig
faggot!

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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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