The Waiver

[nanana]

We were sitting in the waiting area at the Court’s Office of Citizen Services when our number came up and pointed us to booth 3.  I was using my lunch hour and was dressed in one of my favorite silk 3-piece suits with a bright red silk bow tie.  Joey, my husband of two months, had been running and was in tight shiny green spandex running shorts and a nylon running singlet. He had been resting his hand on my thigh while we waited, and the introvert in me was happy I  had chosen trousers with a looser fit than usual, and a dark color.  I  in my own fashion had three of my fingers deep into his rectum, and the spandex was no concealer, but we both prefer me up in him, so we coped.  We both stood up and approached the booth, behind which sat a bulky man in his 50’s.

 

Good afternoon, he said.  Good afternoon, I  said.  My whore wife Joey smiled and folded his hands over his crotch and his useless joke-penis, still making a small bulge in his shorts.

 

My name is Mr. Coles.

 

My name is Andrew Thorne, and this is my husband Joseph Thorne-McArdle.

 

What can I  do for the two of you?

 

I  would like to sponsor Joey for the rape waiver.

 

Mr. Coles looked up with pointed curiosity and said, gravely, "Since the rape waiver was only passed into law this year, the court has asked me to ensure that it is clearly explained and that a blank form 7493 be filled out in my presence and with my assistance.  You do understand that if your application is approved, Joey’s legal right to report rape, accuse others of rape, and to testify in court against his alleged rapists will be terminated?"

 

Of course I  understood the law.  My law firm had drafted the legislation, and our lobbying subsidiary had "convinced" a majority of our state’s legislators to pass it.  While it was clear to the public that false allegations of rape by nymphomaniacs were clogging the courts and besmirching the reputations of men whose only crime was to enjoy planting their seed deep in willing holes, I  had my own perverse and joyous reasons for pouring my firm’s energy into the law.  As an alpha top, I  am wronged and offended every day by every jurisdiction that gives faggots equal rights in the face of my superiority.  I built my body to be twice the size of any faggot.  My fucker dick never gives me peace and was clearly god-made to inseminate, and Joey is clearly made to be a hole for my and other alphas’ pleasure.

 

As for the rape-waiver law, while the general public embraced the legislation as a chance to slut-shame, I  was equally sure that the nymphomaniac population would benefit from this 365-day open season on them that would definitely invite more men to see them as easy prey.  Our governor, who had an uncanny ability to keep his political profile and his profile as a submissive ganging bareback power bottom completely separated, ultimately saw the bill’s advantages and very little lubrication was required to get him to sign it into law.   

 

Joey looked up at me to get his cue, and after seeing me nod in confirmation, Joey unfolded his hands and put them on his ass and also nodded in confirmation that he was fully aware of what was happening.

 

After Mr. Coles had us fill out our names, addresses and other identification information, he asked us for our marriage license.

 

Now were the marriage vows mutual, or was there a vow of obedience?

 

Joey said, I  took a vow to obey my husband in all things. Good boy, I  said almost inaudibly to Joey, though Mr. Coles’ smirk made it clear that I  was louder than I  intended to be.

 

Then your signature will be sufficient as the primary spouse.  If you had taken mutual vows, then the testimony of at least ten men or ten positive SAEKs (Sexual Assault Evidence Kits) would have been required to confirm that the subject of the proposed rape waiver, in this case Joey, had voluntarily and indiscriminately opened itself up and in effect become in effect an ungovernable public space.  If you have such documentation with you, that would speed up the process.

 

In truth Mr Coles, before I  was Joey’s husband, I  was (and remain) his pimp.  I did assemble ten of his best clients and have brought their completed form 749157 as part of my package.  This morning at 5am, I  had Joey reach out to his 10 favorite clients (to demonstrate that he was not coerced) for a rapid mass insemination event, one of several situations specifically cited in the law as permissible evidence that a public hole no longer needed nor deserved legal protection from acting on its calling.

 

Mr Coles inspected the supplementary form 749157s and began to enter their ID numbers into the system.  I’m just doing a quick check, it’s possible that I could expedite this application if, ah yes, excellent! I  see that we have sperm for each of these men on file.  Each of them has been registered and confirmed as a witness with court standing.

 

Now Joey, are you willing to submit to a cavity inspection?

 

Joey rubbed his butt through his tight shiny shorts and paused.  I put my hand on his butt in encouragement and to see whether any of the sperm forced into his ass before breakfast had crusted. Joey, no need to be shy, I  am sure Mr Coles has worked here long enough to know his craft.

 

Actually, said Mr Coles, I only started here when the law went into effect this summer on a work release program from Pineville.  I had served 7 of my 10 year sentence for ejaculating in a supposedly unwilling slut.  No way that slut was unwilling, he had a very cummy hole before I  ever entered it let alone contributed.  I  have to say, I knew who you were when you walked in Mr Thorpe.  I wrote to you from prison when I  read about what you were doing, and I  am very appreciative that you added the work-release amendment to the law.

 

I  laughed, not having made the connection before now, but vividly remembered his letter.  That letter had been critical to my ability to convince many of the legislators.  It was one of my best illustrations of the principle that while rape law is critical for helping protect the honor of chaste and honorable vulnerable women and passive men in our society, that there truly is a type of whore who is so sexually driven to crave dicks, that the rape law is only a weapon against men who give them exactly what they crave.

 

Now, Joey, since you have agreed to a cavity search, the last thing for me to ask you before I  conduct the procedure is to get a verbal confirmation that the cavity search would provide forensic support for your husband’s application.

 

Joey, torn between a desire to appear modest and a greater desire to be freed from expectations of honor that were impossible for him to meet, blushed and said, I can confirm that I goaded 10 men into releasing their sperm into my anus this morning and that I  used a butt plug to ensure minimal leakage.  I could feel this batter bounce around inside of me on my run this morning.  I  am prepared to remove the butt plug and squirt out the necessary evidence.

 

Mr Coles said, do you consent to being filmed during the procedure? The more I  can substantiate the evidence, the more quickly I  can add you to the rape waiver database, perhaps even before you leave.

 

He will obey your request.  Any objection to me filming the test with my cell phone? I’d like to live broadcast it to my clientele and also have a personal memo of today.

 

That is PERFECTLY fine with me, laughed Mr Coles.

 

After the cameras were in place, I  pulled over a seat, pulled Joeys butt up over my lap, and removed his shorts and butt plug.  Mr Coles picked up the testing instrument, inserted it slowly into Joey’s anus, stirred it around, and then placed it in the reader.

 

Mr Thorne, we have about five minutes before the test is complete.  Do you mind if I show Joey my office?  I  don’t expect to take long.

 

I  smiled and said Not at all.  I  need to make a few phone calls.

 

As I saw Joey and Mr Coles turn the corner, I  could tell that Joey was already stroking Mr Coles and Mr Coles was guiding Joey via his hand on Joey’s cum-logged shorts.

 

I  had commissioned a bespoke present for Joey as a celebration for his new status as unrapable - Code UR.  A tanner I knew had taken measurements for a new device that was half harness/half sling.  While it was perfectly fitted to Joey, Joey could be harnessed to the front of any man such that Joey’s body would be against the man’s chest and his ass would be positioned perfectly to contain the man’s cock.  I  was very happy when the tanner said it was ready for pickup.

 

I  then called the Pineville warden and asked him whether the rape unit was ready for their special visitor.  I knew in my dick that my little bitch was going to successfully complete the process.  Warden Jezz confirmed that he had effected our plans, discussed while my little Joey was running the baby batter into a lather.

 

As I  finished my call, I  could see Mr. Coles popping Joey’s shorts back up over his butt as they rounded the corner, wet stains on Mr Coles’ crotch and Joey’s already soaked shorts.  The timer went off on the testing device.  Mr Coles loaded the results to the computer, and the computer screen showed the pictures of the ten men who had banged loads into him in our garden this morning before breakfast.  An additional three men, all policemen, were also pictured.  Joey blushed and said that he had stopped in the men’s bathroom at the park during his run.

 

The evidence substantiated, and Mr Coles having not only tested but gotten a live demonstration of Joey’s hopeless degeneration in Mr Coles office, Mr Coles asked how I  would like to have Joey registered.  I  selected the publicly searchable database on the agency website, and I  also selected a chip inserted right under UR QR code tattoo right over his coccyx.  That would come later.

 

Mr Coles stamped the application as being approved, and Joey was ushered to the court, where the judge promptly removed his rights to be a party to any court actions concerning allegations of rape.

[leakyhole]

Amazing story!

[RawSubDad]

I hope you’re planning more for Joey. I haven’t cum yet from this story, although I was close when first reading about the waiver law

[drew4fun]

This is a very hot story line!!  Thanks.

[nanana]

If Joey were a gozpel song, "He has the whole world / in his butt..." Perhaps Andrew Thorne, the fucker-top lawyer, should charter his whore-wife Joey's anus as an LLC sperm bank?  Or lay the legal groundwork for blockchain sperm? Or turn Joey's hole into a timeshare conominimum? Or revisit his wedding, where he gave his favorite top clients a 4% discount on Joey's hole (except for the orgasms that occurred at the moment of vassalage?  Or should the gangbang bottom governor be filled with "votes" and competed against Lindsay Graham for cheapest whore politician?  What of the visit to the penitentiary, where Joey may be the first beneficiary of the new law to authorize gang conjugal visits? Or maybe fuck the mind games and just get Andrew and Joey in a romantic moment where Joey becomes a human condom stretched over his pimp-husband Andrew's massive alpha cokkk?  A repeat of Joey's vow of obedience, where Andrew removes all of his rights and gives him a long list of slut responsibilities, "witnessed" by a horny set of groomsmen? Maybe a recounting of their sperm-moon?  I'd like to write the next chapter, but still playing the permutations out in my head.  Does the next chapter need to push this story into the backroom?  Commingle your thoughts with my inspiration my sweet unsafe lads.  

[Scorpion]

What a wild fantasy....

Very nice. Very nice indeed.

[HunkeBBBotm]

I hope there’s more. Hot fucking idea.