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Hydra – Nude Secretaries’ Day

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This is a standalone story but the main characters have all been involved previously in the “Rediscovering their Love” series. As such there is some repetition as the characters relationships are explained for (hopefully) new readers.

Within that storyline the concept of “nude secretaries’ day” was explored (chapter 4) as it was part of the culture at Hydra, the firm which all now work at. Here, we join the time between the firms’ takeover by Hydra as NSD approaches and the day itself.

In keeping with my preferences for such a story, there are no explicit sex scenes, no exploitation of staff, more what I hope are teasing episodes in a story about enjoying experiences which benefit everyone. This allows the reader to use their own imagination to decide if they are an observer or a participant.

The Prelude covers the back story and introduces the concerns of the staff who will have to work nude. Nude Secretaries’ Day covers the events on the actual day. Nude Lady Dinner which concludes the day involves more sexual content as the workday has concluded and the sexual heat built up is released.

As it encompasses the day, this story is fairly long so I have constructed it in chapters with sections within so you can come and go as you wish.

No adultery, no abuse, no violence, no non-consensual activity.

Prelude

Stephen sat at his desk and surveyed the office. He still couldn’t believe that he was now responsible for all those working here. He had been a fairly mid-level manager but after Hydra took over the firm in September, he was promoted to be boss of the new Hydrogen technologies department and now had forty people working under him including his brother-in-law Phil and friend Neil.

Not only did they work together but they were very good friends. His wife Diane was Phil’s wife Kim’s elder sister. Both were beautiful, sensual goddesses. Neil’s wife Sam was not far behind, in his opinion. Neil disagreed.

Hydra’s work policies focussed on their wellbeing and their families which meant they finished on time and had a social life, a private life and what in his case, had become a great sex life. Life overall was terrific. They all earned far more than they could have dreamt off even a year ago, so were able to afford to enjoy their time together.

Neil and he had managed to get all the staff they wanted to work with them following the takeover. Phil had managed to get quite a few of the staff from his old place of work to join him at Hydra. Not that difficult given how badly they were treated there.

There had been one major sticking point for many, notably, the female members of staff, ‘nude secretaries’ day’.

Diane, Kim and Carole, one of the original secretaries involved had held an open meeting with all the women to explain the reason behind it, what it achieved, not only in terms of money raised for local charities but more importantly, what it conferred on the women involved in terms of self-confidence, self-awareness and more.

Most of their prospective staff were, to say the least, highly sceptical.

Carole began by explaining a bit about Hydra, “You may have noticed some people were not retained when you were taken over. I’m sure many are relieved those are not here. We go to great lengths not only to have bright people but ones who care about others. That really helps when ‘nude secretaries’ day’ comes around.

“Hydra want you, your families, to have a life, not stuck at a desk 70-80 hours a week. We know that destroys relationships, destroys families and ultimately is not good for the business.

“We want you being treated properly, paid well and if you need help, due to family illness, as an example, we’re there for you. You’re not someone to be exploited so the owner can have another private yacht or jet or shareholders another world cruise.

“Nude Secretaries day was first suggested, by us, the secretaries, not the men as some seem to think. The reason was the local hospice needed more funds and there was only so much cake you could bake and buy. Most of us had personal experience of the work of the hospice.

“Four of the eight original secretaries at Wright’s, the first office, reluctantly volunteered as we thought that by doing this we could raise more, perhaps £1000. I was one of them as I was George’s, the owner’s secretary and as the most senior, I felt it was my duty to do so. To say I was petrified at the thought, would be a gross understatement.

“When I suggested it on behalf of the secretaries, George surprised me when he said it had to be all of us or not at all. Seeing that the aim was to help the hospice, after discussing it further, we all agreed to participate, albeit very reluctantly, as we couldn’t see any other way of raising the funds.

“I made George aware of concerns about a couple of members of staff in particular. He was mad they hadn’t been arrested for previous transgressions before he bought Wright’s. bedava bahis Unbeknown to anyone, he arranged security to protect us.

“He also instigated a behavioural policy to ensure everyone was safe. These personal rules apply not only on nude secretaries’ day but to all days. If someone tries to accost, abuse verbally or physically anyone, they will be sacked immediately. Such behaviour is not tolerated. It has never been required since that first day.

“It was accepted that comments may come out which were inappropriate but as long as there was an apology that was regrettable but in the circumstances acceptable.

“To illustrate. If someone grabbed you and said they wanted to fuck you, they would be sacked. If the victim wished or the attack was so beyond acceptable the Police would be called. If they say as their jaw drops, “fucking hell, you’re beautiful!” then realise the comment is inappropriate and apologise then the incident was closed. It’s the context which is important.”

Some present nodded in that, ‘pull the other one’ way.

Carole continued, “All the secretaries approached that day with a lot of trepidation if not downright fear. Very quickly the two we suspected would, did breach the protocols and were sacked on the spot. Those concerned were very impressed with the security and their reactions to those two arses. They seemed to know where to hold for maximum pain with no effort.

“No one else behaved in a poor manner either on that day or any such day since.

“After a little while, all of us were very pleasantly surprised to find that we did not miss our clothes.

“If anything, we preferred it as our concerns were shown to be so wrong. People were in fact more respectful and appreciative of our efforts. The men recognised the bravery needed by us.

“As the morning wore on, we found that we were gaining so much more self-confidence. Yes, some comments were made but they mainly boosted our self-esteem or made us laugh.

“By mid-morning many of the men were more concerned their jaws would need surgery to stay in place or cum in their pants than ogle the women.

“Yes – they look! They stare! Especially those seeing it for the first time, they can’t believe it!

“Yes – their faces and other parts will tell you what they feel. Mostly, they’re overwhelmed.

“The power seemed to transfer from the men to us and to the other women, the many who supported us.

“As the day went on, many of the women, including myself, to be honest, as they relaxed, found they liked to tease the gentlemen. We’d bounce our breasts as we walked, lean over more closely or accidentally, as they passed, move our seats so that our pussies were on open display. It seems incongruous that the more exposed we were, the more control we had.

“It was great to see the reactions we managed to get from them. Many counted how many ran or rather limped to the toilets. That really boosted how we felt about ourselves.”

That had apparently raised a laugh.

“Some budding office romances were lit. Some have married since.

“The true after effect, more importantly, was that all involved felt their self-esteem and self-confidence was raised, we became more emboldened and more engaged in the workplace, speaking up when before we would have been reluctant as that wasn’t seen to be our place. The confidence from that day stayed with us. As a result, many have advanced beyond what they ever thought they would.

“What had really helped and what has been so great for all of us, was that so many of the other female members of staff supported us and joined in. That remains the case to this day.

“All the male staff and contractors working on the buildings that day paid 25% of their daily pay to the charity pot. Many made special efforts to be there. Instead of the hoped for £1000, the secretaries would have raised £18000 but altogether with those who joined us, we raised £65250 which George more than doubled to £140000. This year as Hydra has expanded we raised almost half a million pounds which again he doubled.

“We learned later that the reason George said all the secretaries had to be involved was that he wanted to promote many of us but didn’t want it to be suggested that the way to get on was to take off your clothes. If it was just the original four volunteers who did it and they were the ones promoted, you can see his point. All of the original secretaires have promoted posts, even very senior ones like mine. Rest assured those had nothing to do with being us being willing to work naked one day a year but the qualities we bring to the table. Qualities which our newfound confidence has helped nurture.

“And it certainly does help we are all well paid!”

Kim had explained her attire. She was only wearing her working clothes, suspenders, stockings and heels. Her appearance had shocked many.

“Carole inadvertently caused this. At the end of the casino siteleri day, she had asked George if he had had his fantasy fulfilled. He said “No, if it was my fantasy you would have worn suspenders, stockings and heels.”

“What is it with men, stockings and suspenders?

“He’s so lovely, the girls decided to dress like that themselves. He was flabbergasted but very pleased. Well, which male wouldn’t be!

“You will see that when the top floor staff are working on your floors or walking between the buildings and on the streets, we are treated properly and shown the utmost respect.

“I was a very staid and private individual who wasn’t prepared for the shock of attending for an interview on the top floor. I’d never heard of it before then. Soon, I forgot the others were almost naked as I became so absorbed in the work I would be doing.

“When they asked if I could work there I had a choice to make. It is a great job but I had to strip off for the first time. I was greatly helped by my sister, Diane, also known as Miss Staid Universe. She was at a meeting there and had been responsible for me being offered an interview. What are big sister’s for if not to help their little sister. I asked her to strip with me, to support me. I didn’t think she would so I would have a get out. To both our surprises she started to strip and I followed.

“As a result, we both found a level of self-confidence we never knew we had. It has grown since that day enabling me to be far better at my job. Not only that, but it has also improved my marriage as I have that self-confidence.

“So, I can fully endorse Carole’s view on the feeling of empowerment and confidence which came from this dress mode. I can understand your scepticism but it’s true.

“If Diane and I could do it, you can!”

Diane concluded, “I can only concur with Carole and Kim about how empowering being nude is. I was on the top floor to go through our move with Pamela and her staff. I never knew until I walked in the dress code for the girls there. I wasn’t asked or required to join them. I soon didn’t notice their dress as we worked. It was only when Kim asked me to help her strip. I was shocked. I could see in her eyes she wanted the job but was extremely scared. I never had a conscious thought, I was so comfortable around them, I just started to strip.

“That day so rocked my boat, I became far more assertive in promoting my opinions. That could be you.

“As Kim said, it has helped our marriages greatly in addition to our work positions. It somehow shook us free of our self-constructed boundaries to become who we could be.

“It sounds fanciful and if I was sitting amongst you, hearing this as my staid self, I would be sceptical but it is true.

“As you are aware only the secretaries are obliged to participate as it is in their contracts. I hope you will all feel able to participate even if it seems terrifying at the moment.

“I also hope that like everyone who I’ve spoken to about it, you’ll enjoy it. The next one will be my first. I’m looking forward to it though I do have some anxiety which I think is natural when you haven’t experienced it before.

“Best of all, as it isn’t until February, you’ll have a chance to find out that Hydra is exactly what we have painted, a firm which puts you, your families and others at the forefront of what they do. No long hours, the chance to see your child’s school play, even if during the day, time for friends or more importantly those dearest to you.”

Most of the women had decided to give Hydra a try and still remained with the company. Everything they had been told had been proved right. They saw Kim and the other top floor staff coming and going, never being treated with anything other than perhaps pure reverence.

When they had moved into the new offices in November, he was surprised to see the number of people he never knew exercised, at the gym within the complex. It seemed quite busy every time he visited it. The female classes seemed especially busy.

Now it was the end of January, Nude Secretaries’ Day was just a few days away.

It must have started somewhere hot as who would have that day in February in Scotland he thought.

He noticed the nervousness in the air, the glances between the women. Even Moira, his secretary was avoiding looking at him.

It was about time for their normal Monday morning meeting. Today he would put ‘Nude Secretaries’ Day’ as the first unofficial item on the agenda. But he still had to decide what he needed to say.

As the staff gathered, he took a breath and began.

“Before we begin our business meeting, I want to address the elephant in the room, “Nude Secretaries’ Day.”

“I can sense the apprehension of many here today, of both sexes. When we were taken over and those of you from Butler’s joined us, we all had many questions, especially the ladies. We were told so many positive things about bahis siteleri working for Hydra we probably felt, ‘Oh Yeah!’

“Many of us decided to give Hydra a chance, whilst not really believing what they had told us. In truth, Hydra has exceeded those promises which is why we come to work happy and none of us have thought about leaving, until today I suspect.

“The three months since we moved here have passed quickly, probably too quickly for some but on Friday, it’s “Nude Secretaries Day.” Whilst only the secretaries are bound by their contracts to participate, in our case, five of us.”

His eyes searched the five secretaries to see if he could determine their feelings. It did not appear promising.

“In the other Hydra offices, in every field, many of the other women join in to support them, to boost the money raised for charity.

“Now I wish to make it quite clear to the other female members of our staff, all six of you, that participating or not participating will have no impact upon how your career progresses. The choice is yours and yours alone.”

He saw the fear in their eyes as well.

“We have all witnessed the top floor staff working throughout the buildings and even on this floor. I have never seen any of them being treated with anything other than the utmost respect due to their abilities. Yes, jaws dropped the first few times and when we have a new member of staff, we laugh at their reaction. But it soon became normal, so we just got on with the job in hand. They blended in.

“Even if those days when they worked here it seemed brighter for all of us, not just the males. There is something so positive which seems to come from those interactions.

“I have complete faith that none of us will overstep the boundaries on Friday, though I suspect I may need to wire my jaw shut to stop it dislocating!

“I can’t begin to know how you feel about this day, whether absolutely petrified or excited or even both!

“I can only say that when Diane told me about her experience and I saw how much more self-confidence she had because of it; it does appear to be that positive experience they say.

“Diane will be supporting her staff by joining them. I’m proud of her decision to do so.”

This caught them by surprise and he saw some looking a bit more positive. A hopeful sign, he wished.

“As for the day itself, it won’t be just the people from this floor although I suspect that creates worry in itself, being naked in front of people you know. We will have strangers around as contractors schedule their annual inspections for this day. They donate their share to the charity pot. The computer wiring is checked by an all-female crew who participate so boosting the charity pot.

“Some of our clients are intending to be here that day as well.

“If you have any concerns please speak with me or the other managers.”

Stephen could see that some had never seriously thought about others being present before.

Phil spoke, “If you had asked me to place a bet on whether Kim would take her clothes off in front of anyone other than me and go on to work almost nude I would have bet my mortgage and lost.

“As you can probably understand, I was shocked, horrified, and yes even aroused, when she told me about her interview and being naked with Diane.

“I had serious misgivings about her working on the top floor including some unworthy thoughts but she was so keen on her job because of how much she could help others, I reluctantly agreed to it.

“I have found my misgivings misplaced.

“My concerns both work and private have been replaced with a pride in her. What I thought was bullshit, empowerment, confidence etc has been true. Kim is so much more self-confident her abilities have shone. She is achieving more than she ever though she would.

“I don’t know how it works but it does. You’ve seen her here on this floor though sometimes I suspect that is just to try and cook me. Those who knew her for some time prior to coming to Hydra know how shy she was and so reluctant to speak up unless it was on behalf of a client have seen that change in her. Now she does put her opinion forward.

“Whatever you decide, know that by doing this, you’ll not be thought any less off nor will you be treated differently though I suspect it will probably impress us all even more than you already have.

“I suspect the only change will be within you.”

After the meeting concluded, Moira came into his office. She looked far from at ease. Her voice was subdued.

“Stephen, I don’t think I can do it. I’ve told myself I could but as it comes closer I feel I can’t. I love my job and as you said Hydra has exceeded everything they promised but I just can’t do this.”

“Have you spoken to Matt? Is he unhappy about it?”

“Matt is conflicted. He sees how happy I am here but he’s not sure about others seeing me naked. I suspect he likes the idea in principle just not me being the principle!”

“I can understand that. I do feel justifiably proud when others see how beautiful Diane is. It buffs my ego in some strange way. Her being nude on Friday for all others to see has me both pleased and anxious. It’s totally irrational.

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The Wrestling was the Climax

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I’m Tony. Life is good. Life has more variety than I ever dreamt of, because of a special weekend that changed my life for ever. Like all these things it started in a bar! Late on a Tuesday evening. Attached to sports club.

Some guys on the next table boasting — civil servants were the best sportsmen! Okay, they had just won the local five-aside soccer league. Fifth division. Really!?! Eight of them celebrating. Soccer is for wimps — we knew, we guys who worked in the local university research library. We’d just been practising in the cricket nets, ready for a match on the Sunday. There were only seven of us — four had to go home to their wives.

We told them what we thought of “uncivil serpents.” They weren’t that keen on nerds! It was the beginning of a great friendly rivalry. Truth was they were a great bunch of guys, and a great laugh — but the rivalry was serious. After that evening in the bar, we arranged to play them at five-aside — and got beat. They won the beer and bragging rights that evening. But they were no match for us at darts. Or table tennis. They were better at basketball. We won the golf tournament.

It started in our early twenties, and over the next three years we played each other at every conceivable sport and game we could imagine, some of them several times. And always ended up with the losers buying the beer in the bar. We even developed our own facebook page, and developed a surprising amount of followers, including family, friends, colleagues at work…

But we should perhaps have learnt a lesson. Yes, we won the golf, and darts, and table tennis. But they won the soccer, the seven aside rugby, the 10k race around the local park. We won the cricket — just. But they won the basketball and tennis. The signs were all there in the sports they were winning…

Then the big idea — not quite sure who had the big idea. Why not make a weekend of it? Have a great tournament weekend? Someone found a hotel with a sports complex, and access to the local sports centre. We could have a whole weekend of competing at different sports and games, and interlace it all with sun-bathing, laughter and beer. It sounded a great idea, and we all signed up. We convinced wives and girlfriends we would have a serious sporting weekend, we were set!

Typical of civil servants — they made a list and organised the events, timing, and passed it on to us. We read down the list one at a time: soccer, swimming tennis, running… Each had a description of how the competition would work. Then the last one — wrestling. Wrestling? They had put some notes. Each team would select one person to wrestle, and the fight would be to one fall. The sports centre had agreed to set out an area covered with soft mats for the fight. How come I was so stupid: I couldn’t think of an excuse for not doing it! Everyone else had trotted out an excuse! Some of them were pretty weak – “hurt my knee once fighting with my brother;” “I’m a pacifist…;” “My wife’s a pacifist!” “My grandmother was a pacifist!” There were eight of us, and seven apparently perfect excuses…and I couldn’t think of one!

In the end I decided that it was friendly, it was going to be a wrestle, but no-one would get hurt. I conned myself — I had a good wrestle with my girlfriend that night, and subdued her after a struggle — I think it was my crotch hold which did it…and she had a fall, and a submission as my cock plunged into her… it was a knockout.

The weekend was really good fun. We did play all sorts of sports and games. I was buoyant after winning the chess match. And coming suriyeli porno second in the ten kilometre run. And I did a lot of cheering of our other guys. And the beer wasn’t bad in the bar, and the food good. I knew I had to be ready — the wrestling match was the last event on Sunday afternoon. I had a lie in on the Sunday morning — the attraction of watching the volleyball match wasn’t high. I had a light lunch. There was only the wrestling, and suddenly realised my team didn’t have a lot of confidence in me. Anyway — even if I won, we had already lost the weekend. And they didn’t think I was going to win! Not surprised, I suppose — at Sunday lunch I found I was against Tom — Tom Hankinson. Tom was a great guy, friendly, warm. He was also captain of his Rugby club. And I had won the chess. I suppose it wasn’t a surprise most of my team simply found excuses to leave — excuses even more pathetic than the excuses that had landed me wrestling Tom Hankinson. Only Charlie who I got a lift with decided to stay — and he said he’d wait in the bar…

Well, even if there wasn’t a lot of team honour around, I had my honour.

At 3pm I appeared in the sports hall, in just my swimming trunks. Already there, similarly attired, was Tom Hankinson. Truth is, I’m pretty fit, but Tom was a bit taller, a bit more muscular, a bit more tough. Also there, sat on chairs were the rest of his team. Also there was the barman from the hotel, who had foolishly offered the referee at 11.30pm the previous evening.

It was agreed. We’d keep going until there was a fall. We’d all seen WWF wrestling and knew what a fall was! Whenever it looked like one of us needed a rest Dave the barman would call a pause to let us get our breath back. Don’t think he expected to lose a lot of work time on what he expected to be a short fight! He probably hoped he wouldn’t have to get an ambulance for me…

Actually, I did better than some expected. I had watched a lot of WWF wrestling. And when a teenage had done Judo for a few years. And while he looked a muscled hulk, I was a bit more nimble. We began to wrestle. I grabbed his arm and threw him! Then held him down in a headlock. Then grabbed his arm in a wrist lock while he was still on the ground. Then we rolled off the mats, and Dave the barman told us to stop and get back on the mats.

We started again. This time he got me first in a full Nelson. I tried to escape, failed for a few moments, struggled hard, but was beginning to sweat, and breathe heavily — as was Tom. I remembered something I’d seen on utube. I simply slumped to the ground, falling out of the full Nelson. I was free! No… It had a been a bad move — he simple fell on top of me and got one of my legs in a hold. I squirmed, we rolled off the mat again, and Dave the barman broke us up. I was doing better than I thought, than anyone thought, and I was really enjoying it! I think Tom was as well, particularly as it was more of a tussle than he expected.

Tom smiled, then dropped to the ground, grabbing my leg, toppling me over, and twisted the leg. It didn’t particularly hurt, but it was difficult to get out of. Then he grabbed my other leg, and was trying to turn me. I knew he was going for the Boston Crab — serious if you got in one of those…

I struggled and squirmed, kept sliding until he realised it wasn’t going to work yet. He let go, we both sat on the mats trying to catch our breath. Dave the barman declared it was the end of the round!

We continued for a second round, but it was clear Tom was beginning to get qiqitv.info the upper hand. He had me in a body scissors. He tried to hold my shoulders down. He had me in a headlock. Another full Nelson. I wasn’t getting him in anything despite struggling hard. At last Dave the Barman called a break. This time Tom leapt to his feet, while I lay on the ground panting hard. Dave’s mates also seemed to be getting more confident, cheering, applauding, telling him to finish me off.

At last a I got to my feet, and Dave the barman declared round three. It was more of the same. Head lock. Thrown, leg holds on the ground. I wondered why Tom didn’t just finish me off — I was well beaten.

He got me in this hold. I was lying on my back, he was lying on my arm, stretching an arm under my neck to hold my other arm. With his other arm he had grabbed my legs and pulled them up towards my head, grabbing them with his legs. Obviously going for a fall, which he couldn’t get because his own arm was under my shoulders. He couldn’t get the fall, but I was pretty well stuck. It was then I felt it. He had a free hand. He smacked my ass. Once on each cheek. Then he was running his hand around me ass, then pushing his hand on my trunks onto the crack of my ass: his hand was resting on, and pushing against my asshole through the trunks. His mates were cheering. I was stuck, couldn’t move, and felt his hand rubbing, then pushed against my balls. I struggled but there was no escape. His hand moved away for a moment, then I felt his hand going into the waistband of my trunks. He was fingering me. We had got so sweaty that I felt his finger pushing into my sweat lubricated ass, slipping through the ring.

I’d never done anything with a guy, but here I was being assaulted. I heard Tom whispering in my ear: “I’m going to fuck this little mancunt in a bit, because I can feel how much you are enjoying it.”I struggled a bit more to no avail.

At last he released my legs from his legs, and I let my legs fall back to the ground so I was lying on my back, held firmly by Tom. However, as he allowed my legs to fall to the ground he had held on to my trunks, and pulled them down my thighs. As I lay there my trunks were around my knees, showing everything. One one level it was okay — I knew I had seven inches of potential. On another level there were eight guys staring at my cock, some lustfully…

Tom simply held me there and grasped my balls in his free hand and squeezed gently. He was making me hard. I heard him him giggle. “My, sexy little Tony is enjoying this, the kinky little bugger. And buggered you will be, babe…” And all these guys watching, and hearing.

He grabbed my cock and was squeezing. My mind said for a moment that he knew what he was doing, that he was skillful. He was wanking me. He knew how to do it perfectly. Suddenly I felt that his sweaty body was the sexiest thing ever. And as much as I tried to squirm and struggle there was no escape. He was going to make me shoot… And all those guys were watching. Somehow it all made it feel even hotter…

His hand was stroking up and down my cock. He knew what he was doing — he was so good… I was twitching, my balls were clenching. Then. He stopped. His hand was gone.

It was instinctive to cry out. “Please don’t stop, please wank me, please make me cum…” I begged — it was so hot, I so needed it.

“I finish you off if you agree to let me and my mates fuck you.” Tom was enjoying his dominant position. He had started running his fingers gently up and down the front of my cock — it felt travesti porno amazing. I just wanted to cum. Never thought my hormones — lust – could take over so much.

I couldn’t resist. “Yes — please, please make me cum.”

“Beg for it.” Tom was waiting.

I would do anything. “Yes, please, I want you all to fuck me, please fuck me, fuck my asshole, fuck my mouth, please anything if you’ll make me cum.”

Tom grabbed my cock again. He was wanking me. I was moaning in pleasure. He was skilled — he kept me on the edge for what seemed ages as I begged. Suddenly his hand sped up, my balls were aching and squeezing, suddenly I was squirming, and shooting cum all up my front, as the guys there all cheered. It just felt amazing. I didn’t know I could come that much.

At last I felt like I was coming down from the most amazing orgasm ever, but Tom still had me in his grip. With his spare hand he was scooping up my cum and forcing it into my mouth. I’d never done it before. So humiliating in front of all these men. It tasted funny, but okay.

At last Tom seemed finished, and began to let my arms go. “Hand’s and knees babe. Remember what you promised.” I felt several hands helping me, turning me over, pulling me onto all fours.

I was too tired and weak to do anything but obey and let them. And my psyche said I had promised and begged.

It was so tight as Tom knelt behind me and put the tip of his cock to my ass hole. After rubbing it gently for a moment he had grasped my hips and thrust into my ass. I screamed — it was so tight. He waited until I relaxed, then I felt him sliding his cock deeper and deeper in to me, into my stomach. I had never done anything like this. Not had a gay thought. Yet I was being fucked. And it was the most amazing thing ever. Within seconds he was pumping his cum deep into my guts.

Before he withdrew Tom leant forward and whispered in me ear. “You’re the hottest slut I have ever fucked. You are such a sexy whore.” I loved the compliment. “And I think you have had a real fall so I’m the winner. And I’m the winner because I know whenever I need a boy slut I can give you a ring.”

For the next hour, or half hour — I didn’t know – things were a blur. I wasn’t allowed to move. Had to stay on hands and knees. And my asshole was fucked. Over and over. My mouth was fucked, and I loved that, and loved being made to swallow. By the time it had stopped my asshole was sore. Really sore. I felt completely exhausted.

It all felt odd. I was taken to the showers and washed down. I was helped to get dressed, and returned to Charlie in the bar who simply drove me home, though he only knew I had put up a good fight before I got beaten. We chatted — a bit.

Next morning at work I got an E.mail. “Look at the facebook page.” I did. There was a lot of pictures from the weekend. And then a link to a “special folder — the wrestling match” on some cloud storage space. I followed the link. There were a lot of videos. Of me being fucked, and wanked, and begging, and screaming in pleasure. And they had been clever with the video cam — the only face that ever appeared was mine. Videos that everyone who was in the facebook group could see — all 400 members.

Was it a bad thing? Maybe. Certainly changed things with my family — one day I might write about that! But it did show I have a good cock. And lots of women wanted to know if I was really gay. My response — I can show you if you want. And lot were happy for me to show them. Over the coming months I had fucked a dozen single women, and a few married, most of whom were more than happy to return for seconds and thirds and… Sometimes Tom and I got together. Loved that. And sometimes men tried it on thinking I was gay, and if they were nice about it, I would as well… It was the beginning of a pretty wild sex life…

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