Stage Debut

[Scout]

Author's Note:  While I usually write my own stories, sometimes I get turned on my someone else's and decide to insert myself as a main character. Then I revise the story. This one is based on the last part of a terrific story I read here, "Pozzed on Stage." I hope the author will appreciate that he inspired me to borrow and adapt his work.

 

Theatre Debut

It all started harmlessly enough.

My wife Beth and a few of her girlfriends decided to attend a live gay sex show downtown to celebrate her 35th birthday. I thought it was an odd choice but didn’t object.

Then things became uncomfortable. One of them learned they could only be admitted if they were with a man (presumably gay), so they decided to invite me. The friend, a cute blonde named Peggy, said, “Beth, you always told us you thought Andy might be gay. He’ll be perfect.” They all giggled as I blushed beet red.

When we arrived, the director stood at the door. As soon as he spotted me, he said, “Hey, wanna be in the show tonight? You’re really cute. Besides, it’s all simulated sex.”

That set Peggy off. “Oh, go ahead, Andy. You’ll fit right in.” The others joined her in encouraging me, even Beth, though she had a funny expression on her face. I wondered whether she had planned this in advance.

The next thing I knew the director led me, Beth, and Peggy into the dressing room while their other friends found front-row center seats. There were a half-dozen other men there, all shedding their clothes and donning leather gear and thongs, strapping on cock rings, and oiling their bodies. They were all gorgeous and well-built.

I began to strip, too. The director handed me a studded leather cock ring, a black leather dog collar with a silver buckle, and a black jock strap. I found myself getting turned on and felt my cock stiffening.

Peggy noticed and teased me. “Andy, look how excited you are. I guess you’re really in your element, aren’t you?” I didn’t say anything but my mouth was dry. What was happening to me? I had always thought of myself as straight.

Beth decided to pile on. “You know, honey, Peggy is right. These guys are all hunks. You’re so much skinnier and smaller. I think we should make you look more like a fag.” With that, she removed her wristwatch, which I had given her. It had a thin leather band and a small round face and was very feminine. “Put this on.” I obeyed.

I noticed the other men were watching me. Then she slipped off her diamond solitaire engagement ring and slid it onto my ring finger.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt a tingle run up my spine. I really looked like a sissy, especially with the jewelry, and it felt so erotic that I was surprised.

“Oh, that’s hot, man,” said a one of the guys, a handsome, hairy bear, wearing a leather harness, black jock strap, and black work boots. “I want you to perform with me tonight.”

The director nodded his approval. “Center stage, boys.”

Beth said, “Perfect! You’ll be right in front of us. I can’t wait for the show. See you soon.” She gave me a chaste peck on my cheek and left with Peggy to take their seats.

The director gathered us around for final directions. My bear put his arm around my shoulder and I held his waist. He smiled at me and I felt a strong arousal, which surprised me.

The director spoke to us. “The play starts with the two of you being attracted to each other and going right into bareback sex with the bear breeding his bottom. That’s you, Andy. And lose those jockstraps now. The show will be far more powerful if the audience doesn’t have to use their imaginations to get rid of the clothing. They need to see your cocks.”

“But what if we get hard out there?” I protested.

“You better fuckin’ get hard,” the director answered. “We want this to look believable.”

The bear looked at me, slipped out of his jock, and smiled. “The show must go on.” I did the same. Squeezed by the leather ring, my cock was already rock hard.

Just moments later the curtain opened and the other male couples went on stage to loud applause. My bear and I separated to enter from opposite sides when we were called. After a few moments, the director announced, “And now let’s welcome tonight’s audience volunteer performer, Andy!” I heard clapping and obscene calls. It made me feel like a pure sex object, which was a real turn-on.

There were already a half dozen other men on stage fondling, sucking, and fucking each other. I was too fixed on my co-lead’s huge erection standing at attention and pointing right at me to notice if the others were simulating the sex or really doing it.

My eyes met the bear’s from across the stage. We moved toward each other as if there were powerful magnets pulling us together. From the corner of my eye, I saw Beth, Peggy, and their friends seated front and center, applauding like the others.

When we met at center stage, the bear turned his hairy butt to the audience while I dropped to my knees in front of him, screened by his bulk from the audience’s view. I held his thick, stiff cock and looked up into his eyes. It was the first time I had ever held another man’s dick.

Something came over me at that instant. Rather than just pretending to give him a blow job, I began to lick the head of his rod. I really liked it, which surprised me. Then I took his powerful erection deep into my throat, gagging immediately.

He muttered, “Game on,” grabbed my head, and started a relentless face fuck. By now the audience had caught on and they were cheering. The bear shifted his feet to half turn so the audience got a side-on view of my oral ministrations. They roared encouragement, especially Peggy and my wife’s friends. I didn’t hear Beth’s voice, but out of the corner of my eye I could see her staring intently at me. I heard Peggy say loudly, “See, see, I told you he was gay!”

My next move was to stand and passionately kiss the bear co-lead. I noticed Beth’s pretty watch, which looked so perfect on my slender wrist. The stage lights caught her diamond ring, sparkling on my delicate finger. I felt so feminine and sexy!

In that instant I realized there were only gay men on that stage.

Whistles and cheers; the audience was wild with animalistic passion. The bear broke our kiss but held me in his embrace. He licked and bit my neck. My eyes locked with Beth’s. Her gaze was ice cold. I could only imagine what she was thinking.

The bear leaned into my ear and whispered so only I could hear him. “You started this. Now we’re going to have to finish this with the same realism.” His words reverberated down my spine to the tip of my toes and made my exposed hard cock twitch. I knew what he meant.

Suddenly, he pushed me down onto an ottoman, on my back, with my legs apart in the air and my hairy ass exposed. He moved me and the ottoman sideways to give the audience a better view. His face soon met my hole and he gave me my first rim job. I moaned loudly with pleasure as his tongue probed my hole. The audience was whistling and cheering. I loved doing this in front of a crowd – my inner exhibitionist had taken over.

Except for one irksome detail. My brain was screaming “condom.”

I asked him in a stage whisper loud enough for only him to hear over the crowd, “Do you have a condom?”

“I'm stark naked here, man. Of course I don’t have a condom.”

“Then turn me back so we can fake it to get through this scene.”

He snarled, “No fuckin’ way, man,” spit on his hand, and lubed my hole. Then he spit again and lubed his massive cock. With his raw nob at my vulnerable hole, again in a stage whisper, he asked, “So are you going to stop this show, or must the show go on?”

His eyes melted from angry to an irresistible, warm lust. I knew deep inside that I had to please my top.

“Let’s do it,” I gasped. “The show must go on. Fuckin’ breed my ass.”

Slowly but steadily his massive cock started to penetrate my ass. At first the pain was intense and I felt a burning sensation. Then suddenly my ass opened on its own and seemed to swallow his dick willingly. I gasped loudly as the audience applauded.  I felt an incredible warmth and fullness that radiated throughout my body.

The crowd seemed ready to riot, they were making so much noise, standing and cheering. I turned my head and saw Beth, Peggy, and their other girlfriends joining in the uproar. I gripped my bear’s thick forearms and noticed again my pretty jewelry.

I was now totally into our performance. I said loudly, “Damn right, you know what I need, fuck me raw.”

“Only way I play.”

“Yeah, daddy bear, fill my ass with your big, bare cock!”

“Oh, yeah, you like my risky, daddy-bear pistol up your ass, don’t you slut?” The word “risky” didn’t register on me.

“Love your cock, daddy, need your cum.”

“You want daddy to breed you?”

“Fuck, yeah, breed my ass, daddy. Seed me!”

“Are you positive?” he said loudly, so the entire audience could hear.

“Yes, I’m positive, breed me now.”

“So you are positive, that’s HIV-positive?”

Suddenly the room became quiet as the crowd focused on what my bear and I were saying. The other male couples on stage stopped and moved toward us to watch.

“What? Fuck no, I’m not poz … wait ….what … are you?”

“A bit late now with my toxic dick and precum already deep inside you.”

I wasn’t in a play anymore, but in real life and overcome with fear.

The audience was silent now. You could have heard a pin drop.

“Fuck, no, then you better pull out!” I yelled. “Pull out now!”

Then Beth said in a cold voice that everyone could hear. “Don’t pull out. That’s my husband. Poz the little faggot.”

The entire audience cheered and started chanting, “Poz him! Poz him! Poz him!”

My bear looked at Beth and smiled. Then he leaned in and gave me the most passionate deep tongue kiss I had ever experienced. I melted and forgot what we had just been talking about, forgot that we were in front of an audience. It was just two men about to experience the ultimate intimacy.

The chanting grew louder, into a roar that filled my ears. “POZ HIM! POZ HIM! POZ HIM!”

I moaned deeply and my hands instinctively grabbed my top’s big hairy ass and pulled his cock in even deeper. For a moment I thought of my wife and realized she could see her dainty watch and pretty engagement ring.

She knew our marriage was over and so did I.

My top’s voice reverberated through me again like a spartan sword claiming, demanding me to give over my life, my all. “I’m very close. Where am I going to cum?”

“In me. Breed me! I need all your beautiful cum!” I shouted so everyone in the theatre could hear.

The bear bellowed and roared as his entire body tensed. I felt him buck and release as I held him deep inside my ass, my eyes locked on Beth’s. Inside me I felt a warm wetness. I never wanted it to end.

[cman54]

Wow nothing like having your wife watch while you get knocked up. Almost the same as watching her getting knocked up by another guy.

[plisken]

Uhm being bred passionately in front of an audience -

His wife startet this - wonder how she will end it ...

[JSCHIBB]

Damn!  That was a hot story.  The wife seeing her husband get fucked and pozzed.  Would love to see another chapter.  Whether the bear’s load took at the play and if he was invited back as a performer.  Plus what happened to his marriage. However, with Beth giving him her engagement ring, that pretty much was a way of ending their marriage, but would like to know the after.

[austin_submale]

Wow!  Nice adaptation!  I love it!  I hope there is more!

 

[SlampaBay]

Trying to find them original Pozzed on Stage. Not coming up through any search.

[Tanbbottom]

Fantastic story! Very fuckin hot! If it's based on the 'Pozed on Stage ' story I wrote and posted here on Breeding Zone I am honoured! 

[viking8x6]

1 hour ago, Tanbbottom said:

Fantastic story! Very fuckin hot! If it's based on the 'Pozed on Stage ' story I wrote and posted here on Breeding Zone I am honoured! 

It is, as @Scout noted in the introduction.

Here's a link to @Tanbbottom's excellent story, for those who asked:

 

[RiskyMarc]

Love this amazing story. Thank you.

[barebamabear]

Fucking right. Love this. Please continue it.

[austin_submale]

The search functions on here can be frustrating.  Sometimes you have to be very careful in order to find what you are looking for.

 

[PozBttm33]

Fuck I need more of this story.

[Scout]

On 3/28/2024 at 3:57 PM, Tanbbottom said:

Fantastic story! Very fuckin hot! If it's based on the 'Pozed on Stage ' story I wrote and posted here on Breeding Zone I am honoured! 

Yes, my friend, you inspired me!

[Scout]

Part II: Encore Performance

As I lay there in a daze, the lights dimmed. I vaguely heard the audience cheer. My bear slipped out of me; I felt his cum dribbling from my ass. He helped me up and held my hand as he led me off stage to more applause, the cheers led by Beth, Peggy, and their friends.

In the dressing room the other performers crowded around to tell us what an amazing show it had been. I dressed slowly, still trying to process what had just happened, knowing my entire life had changed in the past hour. I was still wearing my wife’s watch and her engagement ring.

I glanced at my cell phone and saw that my wife had texted me. I read the message:

“DON’T COME HOME.”

I sat there. Of course I couldn’t go home – we were done. But what was I supposed to do?

My bear came over and sat next to me. He wrapped his arm around me. I showed hm the message.

“You can come home with me. I’m Dave, by the way.”

“I’m Andy,” I said. And then we both laughed because the whole place knew my name after the performance.

Dave called us a ride and we held hands on the way back to his apartment. Once there he made us coffee. He told me that our coupling on stage was probably the hottest sex he had ever experienced. “Mine, too,” I said with a smile.

From there it was a short distance into his bed where he fucked me again, this time mounting me from behind, pushing me down, and laying atop me. Of course, it was bareback – it didn’t occur to me to ask him to wear a condom. I was still wearing Beth’s jewelry, which looked so pretty and natural on me as I clutched the pillow. I whispered to him, “This is what I’ve always wanted.”

Dave picked up the pace. I was stuffed full of his cock and felt an orgasm welling up deep inside me. I didn’t know whether it was from his thick tool hitting my prostrate or my cock rubbing the sheets, but it was an incredible sensation. I loved being a bottom! I exploded in an amazing climax, my cock pulsing as cum came out in waves. I turned my face to Dave and he thrust his tongue into my mouth. I felt his orgasm moments later as he groaned into our kiss.

The rest of the night we alternated between sleeping and fucking. In the morning, I woke him with a long blow job, tasting my ass on his cock. When he came, I did my best to swallow every bit, but some ended up on my beard. I loved the taste.

We showered together. At breakfast, Dave invited me to stay as long as I wanted. I texted Beth again to ask how she was. Maybe on some level I thought she would accept me as, well, her gay boyfriend and confidant.

She answered at once: “WE’RE DONE. YOU’LL HEAR FROM MY LAWYER.

I replied, “I need some things like clothes.”

“OK. BUT I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU. SEND YOUR BOYFRIEND. LOL.”

Dave agreed to go to our house and collect what I needed. I told him to return the watch and ring. But when he came back to the apartment with a couple of suitcases, he told me that she had refused to take back the jewelry. “She said they looked better on her faggot husband. Your wife seems to be a real homophobe.”

“I think she’s fine with gay men,” I replied. “She just doesn’t like having a gay husband.”

***

I moved in with Dave, and we were soon in love and making plans for a life together. We had lots of bareback sex; I always bottomed for him. On the weekends he went back to perform at the club. The stage sex was simulated, so when he came home he would wake me to discharge all his pent-up male sexual energy in my ass. We didn’t sleep much.

My wife and I texted occasionally. We both had lawyers to work out details of the divorce. One day, as we were texting about the spit, she messaged me, “BTW, I’M DATING SOMEONE.”

I guess I was a little surprised that she had moved on so quickly. But I had, too. Then she added, “WE’LL SEE YOU SOON.”

I didn’t know what she meant, but no more messages followed.

A couple of days later, the director of the Theatre called me. (Dave had given him my number.) “Hey, Andy, would you like to make an encore appearance. I have a special request from someone who saw you that night.”

I thought about it for a moment. “I’m not sure. Would this be a simulated show or the real thing?”

“Real,” he said. “Very real, but different. You would be gang-banged on stage.”

As what he said sunk in, I realized the idea was turning me on. Watching a lot of gay porn, I had started to fantasize about being fucked by a group of men.

“And you’ll get paid. $5000.”

At the moment, facing divorce and needing money, that was a lot. “I didn’t know you paid that much.”

“Oh, we don’t. We couldn’t afford it. But the person who requested you come back offered to pay.”

How could I say no? I would live out a sexual fantasy and earn as much in one night as I earned in a month at my job. I told him I would do it.

“Great. One more thing. The sponsor insists that you wear that woman’s wristwatch and the diamond ring again. Also, you need to paint your nails with bright red polish, real trampy.”

The requests seemed odd, but I agreed to all of it. I wanted the money and I wanted the sex. We were on for the next Saturday night. Dave got the bright idea that I should shave all my body hair for the performance. “You’ll look more effeminate when all those studs are having their way with you.” He helped me reach the spots I couldn’t.

***

Saturday arrived. I was so nervous it wasn’t easy to do my nails, but I managed it. I slipped on Beth’s watch and ring. As I gazed at myself in the mirror – smooth, slender body, the red nails, pretty jewelry – I reflected on how much I had changed in such a short time.

Dave came up behind me, rubbed his hands along my bare arms, and nibbled my neck. I could feel his erection through his pants. “Better save that for later, sweetie,” I murmured. “I have big plans first.”

We hopped into an uber for a ride to the club. This time we went in by the back entrance. In the dressing room were four men I hadn’t seen before. They were different, older, some not in good shape, but all physically much bigger and more masculine than me. All wore leather. I noticed that some had poison symbol tattoos above their dicks.

“This is Andy,” the director said. They eyed me like a piece of meat, which I suppose I was.

I started to undress, still conscious of their stares. The director approached me with a small backpack. “Tonight’s sponsor requires you to wear what’s in this.” I opened it and was shocked. Inside was a black dog collar and leash, a slinky black lace teddy, and black high-heeled shoes.

“Do I have to dress up like this?” I asked the director.

“If you want the $5K, yes. And Dave, you will walk Andy on stage, holding his leash.” Dave didn’t seem surprised about any of this. I began to wonder if maybe he knew more about the whole thing than I did. The director handed me a release which I signed quickly without reading.

I followed the director’s instruction about what to wear. I didn’t really want to look at myself, but there were too many mirrors in the dressing room. Everywhere I turned, I saw myself, a feminized sissy. Quite cute. The sort of faggot a top would enjoy using for a mindless fuck. I could only imagine what my wife would have said. The other men made rude comments about what they were going to do to me. I found myself both embarrassed and excited.

“One more thing,” the director said, “As the release says, we’re filming tonight’s show.”

“Wait. No. I don’t want to be in a porn film all over the internet.”

“No worries, Andy,” he said. “The sponsor wants it for private viewing only. You’re protected.” I was relieved. So much was happening so fast I couldn’t think clearly. Fortunately, Dave was by my side, reassuring me that everything would be fine and I was in for the time of my life.

“Show time,” the director announced. “Tops on stage first.” I could hear the crowd applauding and cheering.

The director went on stage and spoke into a hand microphone: “Good evening. Let’s welcome back by popular demand our special guest star…Andy!”

With that, Dave led me on stage by the leash. I walked carefully in the high heels, one foot in front of the other the way my wife did, and it gave me a rather feminine wiggle. I kept my eyes down. I could feel myself blushing. The stage lights made my diamond ring sparkle and my red nails seemed more vivid. I saw the other men, clad in leather, pumping their cocks.

Loud applause showered down on us. Dave led me to a long ottoman at center stage pointed at the crowd and told me to kneel on it on all fours. “Face the audience, Andy, and look up.”

I did and my eyes widened. Directly in front of me, no more than six feet away, sat Beth, holding hands with a man I recognized as her former lover Phil. Next to her sat Peggy and her husband. They were giggling and whispering to each other, pointing at me. As I looked to either side, I saw a number of her other girlfriends, some who had been at the last show and others who hadn’t. I felt totally humiliated. I closed my eyes, wishing I could be any place else at that moment.

And then it hit me: Beth was the sponsor! She was paying to see me fucked on stage by a group of HIV-positive men. And she would have the video.

The audience went quiet. The room was tense with anticipation.

As I was processing the whole thing, I realized that Dave had started lubing my ass. The first stud, a handsome older bear with a thick grey beard and a beer belly mounted the ottoman behind and pressed the tip of his cock against my hole.

My sphincter, well-trained by Dave’s cock the past few weeks, welcomed the intruder. I shut my eyes and gasped. This cock was thicker than Dave’s. I felt the familiar burning sensation for a moment and then the warmth and fullness overwhelmed all other sensation and all thought. I was now simply a fuck toy for other men to use, and I loved it.

I opened my eyes to see Beth staring at me. I could see contempt in her cold eyes. She was enjoying my humiliation – and I was excited in turn by her disdain.

My first top grabbed my hips and began plunging in and out at a faster pace. I heard high-pitched “ah!” vocalizations and realized they came from me. His balls slapped loudly against mine. It took just a few minutes until I heard the deep grunt of a man about to release his seed and then felt him erupt inside me.

Beth, Phil, Peggy, and everyone in the audience cheered loudly. Peggy led the cries, “More! More!”

Top number two approached. Dave called out, “Let’s give them a side view.” Together they swung the ottoman 90 degrees. Dave came around in front of me and waved his cock a few inches from my mouth. I grasped his dick and began to suck it. As I did so, the second top mounted me from behind and shoved his rod into me in one forceful motion. I grunted a loud “ummph!” as he did, the only sound I could make with Dave’s cock in my mouth.

The audience could see me taking cock at both ends and roared approval. I heard Peggy’s voice above the noise as she shouted to Beth, “Your husband is such a slut!”

I sensed that Dave was getting close. He gripped my head in both hands and fucked my mouth rapidly, then pulled out to shoot a huge load across my face. He leaned down to wipe his cum into my mouth, and I eagerly sucked his fingers clean. More applause.

Meanwhile, top number two was reaching his peak, thrusting in and out rapidly until he erupted deep inside me. More delicious wetness! More audience cheers! I was really getting into it, being a wanton cum dump in front of a hundred people, including my wife and her friends.

I turned to another leather-clad stud with a thick gray beard and signaled with my finger that I wanted him. “Ready for another cock in your cunt, boy?” he said loudly. He ordered me to turn over. I lay there on my back and pulled my legs up and apart.

I turned my head to look at Beth. I wondered what she must be thinking. Was she embarrassed to have been married to such a pussy boy and not have realized sooner that he was gay?

My train of thought was interrupted by the sensation of another thick cock entering me. I was pretty loose now so there was no pain or burning. Top number three simply slid deep into my ass without resistance. My eyes rolled back in my head as I delighted in the sensation of being so well lubed by cum that a top could enter me as easily as I used to slip into Beth’s cunt when she was aroused.

The third guy pulled my legs into his shoulders and bent them back into my chest as he fucked me. Now I could see my black shoes, the stiletto heels pointing at the overhead lights. I gripped my top’s thick arms and held on as he pummeled my butthole. Once he slipped out and I reached between us to guide his cock back to the puckered point of entry. In one thrust he was in me so deep I could feel his wiry cock hairs scratching my smooth butt. He roared loudly as he orgasmed, then stayed inside me as his cock pulsated for several minutes. When he finally pulled out, I felt warm cum dribbling from my ass and pooling beneath me.

There was one stud left – a tall, heavyset black man with a long, thick dick. I guess I had saved the best for last. By now I was trembling, both exhausted and excited. Top number four approached as I lay there on my back, breathing hard. I pulled my legs up and apart. He entered my ass smoothly and without meeting any resistance and in seconds was buried deep inside my cum-filled ass.

“Wrap your arms and legs around me,” he ordered. I did as I was told and suddenly found myself lifted off the ottoman, impaled on his cock as he supported me with his powerful arms and legs. He began to fuck me standing up. I heard people say “Oooo!” and “Look at that!”

He stood up and pivoted easily so my back was to the audience. They could all see my top’s black cock inside my hole as he began to thrust slowly. When he slid out, his cock was covered with cum and lube for all to see. It was even better as he poured back into me because the crowd could see him penetrate me inch-by-inch. Most of the audience was watching with rapt attention and applauding.

Then my top turned around so I was facing the audience with my arms and legs wrapped around him. I saw my dainty hands as I gripped his thick arms. In the lights my diamond ring glistened. I remembered the moment I had slipped it on Beth’s finger, thinking she would wear it forever and how sexy it was. I glanced at my girlie watch and saw that I had been performing (if you could call it that!) for more than an hour.

My top looked at me and kissed me deeply. His breath tasted of cigarettes and beer. So raunchy, and I loved it. When our lips parted I found myself looking directly at the front row. There was Peggy and her husband clapping and Phil cheering.

Beth just sat there, her arms folded across her waist, giving me an icy stare, the corners of her mouth turned up in a smirk. She was enjoying my humiliation.

But so was I. I was so aroused that the pressure of my cock on the fourth top’s big gut propelled me to another orgasm. As I felt it building in my cock, I kept my eyes locked on Beth’s until I went over the edge. The clenching of my ass on my top’s cock brought him to a peak, too, pistoning rapidly in and out as the crowd roared their approval.

For the next few minutes, I was in a daze. I felt my top lay me down on the ottoman and pull his cock from my ass, and more cum ooze out. I could feel that my ass hadn’t closed.  I vaguely heard the director thank the crowd and the stage lights dimmed. I was shivering with spent passion. I felt Dave come up next to me and wrap his arm around me as I leaned into his embrace.

Then I became aware of someone standing in front of me and looked up.

It was Beth. She looked at us and said, “Thanks for your help, Dave.”

“No worries,” he answered. “I know Andy needs the money after the divorce.”

"Take care of the little faggot,” she sneered. “He’s where he belongs now.” She turned her back to us, walked down the steps, and left with her new boyfriend, Peggy, and the rest.

Dave looked at them and muttered simply, “What a bitch.”

I just said, “I guess she really does hate gay men.”

***

A couple of days later I became very sick with flu symptoms. Dave took me to get tested and of course the results were positive. I was happy because the timing meant he was the gifter.

As soon as I recovered, he proposed to me and we started planning our wedding. After all, I already had the engagement ring. So the story has a happy ending.

Well, almost. A couple of months later, Beth and I finalized our divorce. Of course, knowing about the video, I really couldn’t contest anything, so she took me to the cleaner, as they say.

When the papers were signed, I texted her to ask that she return the video.

“WON’T DO YOU ANY GOOD, SISSY-BOI.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’VE ALREADY POSTED THEM ON EVERY GAY PORN SITE I COULD FIND!”

[plisken]

oh - so hot