Inspired by Maid2btied
Now, most men don’t like to admit that they enjoy perverted sex with their own gender. That is the reason I am writing this short story about what I and his closest friends did to my husband of five years, George. Actually, it was all George’s idea, although he is rather reluctant to admit he had a good time. Guys are like that! If I take a girl (I have you know) tie her helpless and sit on her face while eating her to wild orgasms, she generally acknowledges her enjoyment. However, men seem to be very emotionally upset by the act of sex in any form with another man, even friends.
George had told me for nearly two years his fantasy to be dressed to the nines as a woman, go out on the town, and be bound for sex. It wasn’t just some passing thing, he spoke of his fantasy till I knew it by heart describing every detail. He talked enthusiastically of the dress, heels, and undergarments he would wear. He gave details about how he would be bound helpless, stripped naked, and raped. He wanted to be violated, painfully and forcefully sodomized. I only know one way to do that!
Sunday was his fortieth birthday and I decided to give him the present he had always wanted and would always remember. I called at ten in the morning that Friday and asked if he could get away after lunch so we could do something special. I met him at the door naked as the day I was born giving him a hot long kiss, then asking him to shave and take a long shower. Twenty minutes later he came out wrapped in a towel, which he dropped when he saw my naked body. While shaving his face was important, I had other areas in mind. It took a little work, but I got him to shave not only his legs and pelvic, but under his arms. I had to do his back and ass for him. Men!
Walking him into our bedroom, I showed him the panties, slip, and pantyhose. At first I did not know if he would run for the bath and lock himself inside or simply faint. Finally, he turned toward me with a big grin on his face, sat down on the bed and started slowly to put on the panties and pantyhose. I presented a bra and padding in a manner that I believe seemed polite. The make up was the hard thing. It wasn’t that George did not want make up, far from it. He kept looking at his made up face in the mirror, rejecting what he saw. After a number of tries and wash offs, he finally accepted the image before him. He wanted to look like a woman and only found a man trying to look like a woman.
A pair of old clip on ear rings and a wig finished off everything, but the dress.
He said, of all things, it was too long. He wanted to show off more leg and nylon. It was four inches above the knee, for god’s sake! I did not want his thing showing! When I said it was all we had, he gave up. He complained about the heels as he walked about the house for a few minutes. Hell, every woman complains about heels! Then he asked what we would do tonight.
“We are going out to dinner. After we are finished, I will bring you back home where you will be tied up helpless, stripped naked, and raped over and over till at least noon tomorrow, happy birthday.”
He grinned from ear to ear as we started out the door. The first problem George encountered was the valet as we pulled into the restaurant. I am sure that either the valet paid no attention or that men dressed as women were a very common occurrence. George seemed shaken as though he had made a terrible mistake. I took him by the arm in a comforting gesture that he failed to recognize might be interrupted as a lesbian embrace. The waiter was polite and allowed me to order for both of us. We ate salads with pinot grigio followed by a desert for two that would destroy any diet. A big tip made everyone feel better.
“Place this blindfold over your eyes. You will not see anything till noon tomorrow. I want you to say the words. I want to hear you say please fuck the hell out of me. Say it!”
“Please fuck the hell out of me!”
“Good! Now, this seems more of a lover providing a fantasy then some brutal nonconsensual violation.”
From that moment on it was out of my hands, as four or so people grabbed George and strapped him to some sort of bondage bench. I believe one of the other couples had brought it from home while we were having dinner. I can not remember if the man ripped his hose and panties before the very sexy young woman stuck her strap-on in his mouth, but the two of them worked over George in front and back. An even younger and totally naked woman licked his cock in a teasing manner from underneath. The three attackers continued their violations until he shot his load into the younger woman’s mouth as the crowd gave out hoots and hollers.
While I enjoyed this activity very much George appear somewhat upset. Men are that way you know. They ask for something and are disappointed when they get it.
Watching the crowd of a dozen or so people violate my husband’s body, mind, and soul was amusing for me. I found the young ladies actions with his penis and scrotum interesting the way they would pinch and slam, then kiss and suck on it. They made use of his sex organs with complete disregard of his enjoyment, torment, or feelings. I will need to give that a try myself sometime!
The men were far worse in their own way. Many of them would be lovingly caress his face and lips as though they wanted George to enjoy their actions. Some however, slapped and pinched his body in brutal and painful ways. Oh, all the males sodomized and required oral sex from him. The difference I found interesting was the way one male would go about the perverted act versus another. George was totally out of any concept of individual treatment feeling that he had allowed himself to be the victim in this orgy.
On his birthday our family, most of which did not know about the previous days activities, had cake and ice cream. George told me later that the worst part was walking downing the street and seeing a person smile wondering if he or she had violated him only a few days before.
“Would you enjoy violating my body on my birthday next month?”
“You remember that idea about the four rings and the locks?”
“Oh, god, I have never had a piercing anywhere! Would you really do it to my pussy lips?”
“Well, of course, dear! Your pussy, your nipples, and your mouth, all pierced full of holes. A half dozen locks keyed alike with me holding the key would be exciting.”
God, and I am only 35!
Ever been raped?
Care to tell me about it!
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03.08.10