Scott III =========
By TopLegal
WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of
characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
(c) 1999, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
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Last time ---------
So, I should perhaps review where we left off. I spent Friday,
July 3, 1998 in a strange hotel room with a man who turned out to
be my Hollywood idol. He fucked me bareback and spanked me with an
old fashioned wooden hairbrush. We met again and I agreed to be
his wife and follow his family's most unusual rules.
Wedding -------
I woke up in Scott's arms and felt really good. The strength of
his smaller muscular body holding me tight to him. The sense of
arousal that knowing belonged to him gave me was intense.
Scott opened his eyes and stared into mine, his eyes were
compassionate yet firm. My cock stiffened, its hardness pressing
against his body. He smiled and kissed me.
"My dad will be over with ring in a few hours, so get dressed
again like last night -- hair and all," he said. My cock
stiffened. He kissed me, get moving and said, "Get moving, I like
your hair with the highlights and that poofy pushed back style."
As he withdrew his firm embraces, I rolled out of bed and hit the
shower. Scott himself did not join me, but I quickly cleansed
myself. I was tempted to masturbate from my intense arousal, but
decided against it.
Out of the shower, I stood and shaved myself in front of the
mirror. Scott had gotten himself into a casual clothing while I
was showering and he took some of the shaving cream with methanol
and applied it to my nipples and cock head and told me to finish
shaving. The methanol was causing my cock to stiffen further and
my nipples felt aroused too. I finished shaving as Scott looked
on.
As I finished, he said, "Ok, now work the shaving cream up and
down your cock like lube till you orgasm on the counter top." I
felt embarrassed and hesitated for a moment and he had me by the
ear in just that short moment. "Do you need to spend some time in
the corner," he asked. I shook my head and began to stroke my
shaving cream coated cockshaft.
I positioned myself so that my cum would land on the countertop
and kept stoking till the cool methanol and the tingly sensation
covered my shaft fully and then my cock exploded. Cum flew onto
the counter in a solid stream.
"Keep going," he said as I kept stroking my shaft and little gobs
of cum continued to trickle out and hang at the tip of my shaft.
"Ok, leave that there for now and use this towel to clean your
shaft and nipples," he said handing me a towel. I quickly dried
myself off. His hand grabbed the back of my neck firmly and I
relaxed letting him push my face towards the countertop. I opened
my mouth thinking he wanted me to lick it up but he said, "Keep
your mouth closed." I closed my mouth as my face came down to the
countertop. My entire face including my nose, cheeks, forehead and
lips were dipped into my own cum.
"Rub it in," he said and I took my fingers and worked the cum into
my face. The odor was noticeable and the feeling unusual.
Once I had it worked in to a high degree, Scott said, "Great, now
finish getting dressed.
I prepared my hair as ordered, it felt weird poofing it up and
pushing it back. The feel of my drying cum on my face was tingly
and I felt so possessed. After fixing my hair, I got the suit from
last night out and dressed myself.
Scott watched my through all of this and when I finished he said,
"Well done, you look great. Stay here, standing, my dad will be up
for you within the hour." Then he kissed me and left the room.
Waiting -------
I stood as ordered, my arms at my side. In the mirror across the
room, I could see myself. I felt different than I did just the day
before, and much different than a week before. From being an
independent business man, I was a house wife, wearing clothing
designed to immasculate me with a hair style that screamed
``blond''.
Standing became more and more interminable and Scott had covered
the clocks in the room making it hard for me to judge the passage
of time.
Footsteps outside the door made me tense. Then the handle on the
door seemed to turn. Finally the door opened in slowly. I could
not see who was coming at first. I almost pissed my pants in a fit
of nervousness.
Into the room came a man equal slightly taller stature and similar
in appearance to my husband, but older: Dad.
"Very nice," the man said without introducing himself. "Turn for
me in place." I turned in place allowing the unknown, man to
examine me like, like a Smith Family Wife. "Very nice, I can see
why Scott enjoys you so." I nodded slightly, pleased. "I'm your
father-in-law by the way," the man explained causally. I nodded.
"I want you to take off your clothing slowly and deliberately,
make sure that you take the time to fold or hang each item as you
remove it."
I paused again in shear terror. He sensed my fear and approached
closer to me and placed his hand on my cheek. He then whispered
into my ear, "Relax, this is going to be fine, trust me, I trust
you." That phrase again.
I removed my suit jacket slowly and I could notice my
father-in-law become slightly aroused in his pants. Then, I took
my shoes off and placed them on the floor. Next, my socks, rolled
and placed next to the shoes. My father-in-law's cock was clearly
visible against his pants.
He was a handsome man and his facial features were similar to
Scott's in many ways, but perhaps it really was the other way
around. Sensing his impatience, I moved somewhat more quickly,
taking my shirt off and hanging it. My chest bared in front of the
older man, I felt awkward again, but my cock was stiff and
pressing out from my suit pants.
The man smiled back at me, and said, "Now the pants Jack." I
removed my pants and slowly hung them. Naked save for my
underwear, I felt completely embarrassed. My cock was stiff and
sticking forward in my underwear and my father-in-law continued to
stare at me.
Nervous as to what my happen, I froze again, by my father-in-law
approached and pulled my underwear down to my ankles. His left
hand grabbed my cock forcefully like a handle. Then his right hand
wrapped around my neck and pulled my face to his for deep
passionate kisses.
My father-in-law was treating me like any other wife in the family
and was about to fuck me I realized. Still holding me firmly I
found myself on my back in bed and with only minimal lube applied
to my fuckhole and his cock, his bare shaft, was plunging into me
firmly.
Scott's dad was endowed as well as his son, and he was quite
virile. His thick shaft rammed through me and split me open. He
kissed me as he fucked me violently. Pinned against the bed, I was
his fuck toy. The resemblance between his style and Scott's was
amazing, though to date Scott had been slightly more gentle. His
cock throbbed inside me and then he finally shot his load deep
into my fuck hole.
Before I would have thought he could have caught his breathe, I
was on his lap and a hairbrush was coming down onto my bare ass
cheeks. Scott's Dad clearly did not believe in sparing the rod and
with one hand pinning my back firmly onto his leg he was
brutalizing me with the back of the hairbrush.
I started to squirm and cry a bit, both in pain and ecstasy at the
same time my throbbing, hard cock was crushed into his lap. But,
he just struck me harder and harder with the hairbrush continuing
the onslaught of the spanking.
As my butt felt ready to blister, the intensity of the pain gave
way to a new level of pleasure and I found my cock releasing a
small bit of cum into my father-in-law's lap. The spanking then
stopped and he pulled me into his arms, just like Scott did. In
his embrace, I sobbed softly as he felt my tenderized ass.
He nuzzled my face to his and said, "I'm Brian by the way, come
down when you are ready for the ceremony - naked." Then he pushed
me onto the floor gently and I lay there for a while before coming
down, ass blazing red.
Ceremony --------
Mark, Scott and Brian were the only people present in the living
room. Brian, my father-in-law held a well-worn copy of what looked
like the family notebook in his hand. I felt awkward being the
only one naked in the room, but took a place next to my husband
with my bright red ass facing to Mark who stood behind us
slightly.
Brian opened the book and said, "She is worthy." Scott approached
the book and took a pen from his father's hand. Into the book, he
signed his name carefully and then wrote "m.". I approached and
trembling slightly, signed my own name, "Jack Townsend". Brian
took the pen from my trembling hand and dated the entry: July 11,
Brian kissed me with tongue in front of my husband and then patted
his son on the back. Congratulations were exchanged and then we
sat in the living room and talked. I was not invited to leave for
clothing so I sat next to my husband and snuggled him.
My father-in-law commented on how he hoped Mark would settle down
soon. Scott chimed in that he thought he knew some guys that would
be amenable. Mark commented that it wasn't easy to meet people.
After a while the topics shifted to politics, religion, science,
it turned out that Brian was a researcher for the government on
new Cancer treatments. As the conversation continued, my nudity
seemed more and more natural.
Finally, as the day wore on, my father-in-law headed out
mentioning that he wanted us to come out to the D.C. area for
dinner in the next month. Scott nodded and Brian kissed me again,
with tongue. It felt less odd, but still strange.
After my father-in-law left, Scott asked me to get dressed so we
could do some more shopping. I changed into casual clothing and
came back downstairs. Scott grabbed car keys off the table and we
headed in the convertible down to Rodeo drive. He dropped me off
in front of the suit store from the other day with his AMEX card
and said, "They have everything ready, I'll be back in a few
hours."
I went in and the manager from the other day was in again. "Ah,"
he exclaimed, "it appears your host found the clothing nice." I
nodded and smiled. "Excellent, I have got several more items for
you to try on so, let's get started."
I had only put on a brief underwear and blushed slightly, but
headed to the trying room and stripped down to my briefs. Stepping
into the suit, I felt the manager's glare and then heard him
snicker. I turned about to say something, but he cut me off
saying, "Ah, a kept man, don't be so embarrassed, we are quite
discreet here."
I tried the other outfits on. Each was like the first one in the
sense that none were traditional men's suits. All had slightly
unusual, almost feminine lines. Then came some pant singles and
some jackets. I could sense the mounting bill.
"Stop fidgeting," the manager said slightly irritated, "this is a
common event here for the rich and famous and plenty of men and
women who are hitched to the hoi polloi are treated to this so
just relax and enjoy being a kept man." I recoiled at his
admonition and then recognized the truth of it.
I signed the AMEX charge slip in my own name: seventy-five
thousand plus dollars. The manager smiled at me, and said, "We'll
deliver all but this one tomorrow" as he handed me a carefully
folded bag.
As I was picking up the card, another customer entered, I thought
I recognized the woman's face and the manager started with, "Come
right in, I have everything ready." I shivered slightly and
stepped out onto the Drive.
I started walking to look into some of the shop windows and after
a few minutes, a horn honked and I turned and saw Scott staring at
me smiling. I hopped into the car and we headed off.
Party -----
The bag contained a tuxedo -- and accouterments -- that I dressed
myself in. The cummerbund and bow ties were pale pink, somewhat
feminine. The stud and cuff link set provided was stunning, but
also unusual. Each was shaped out of silver into a flower with a
differently colored gem stone at the center. The tuxedo itself had
somewhat unusual lines and seemed, well like most of the clothing
Scott bought for me to pronounce my figure, or just more feminine,
to emphasize my place as property to him.
Scott himself wore a more traditional men's tuxedo with a black
cummerbund and bow tie as well as solid gold cufflinks and studs.
Very masculine. Mark was along too and dressed slightly more like
me, but his tuxedo to me seemed to be more standard; however, his
accouterments were fairly feminine, a pale orange cummerbund and
bow tie was complimented by tiny diamond studs and cufflinks.
The party itself was at a mansion in Beverly Hills. At the front
gate, Scott announced himself by full name and the gate opened to
admit us. His car seemed modest next to some of the limos and
super-expensive sports cars. He pulled behind a classic
Rolls-Royce and we headed to the door.
Inside the room was packed with young, male Hollywood stars,
models, partners, kept men -- like me -- and just about anything
gorgeous. There was a full spectrum of races represented and the
sexual energy in the room was intense. Most of the guests were
wearing tuxedoes and their seemed to be a definite breakdown
between people with dark, masculine accouterments and other
colors.
"Let's go meet our hosts," Scott said to me and then taking my arm
firmly began to walk towards the back of the main room. Mark
followed one step behind and we soon reached a very famous young
star who was all of twenty-two, if that. His multi-million dollar
box office successes were legendary, who would have guessed that
he would through this type of party.
Scott and he shook hands and then he kissed me with tongue while
another hand felt my basked. Then he whispered to me, I'd like to
fuck you upstairs while Scott fucks my boy. I nodded and he said
he would come get me when he was ready. Scott meanwhile kissed me
on the cheek and took another boyish man up the stairs that were
behind our host.
Our host asked Mark if he needed anything to which my
brother-in-law responded, someone like my brother. The host smiled
and motioned to a strong, muscular man known from a few dramas,
and even his own show at one point. John approached our host and
leaned close and after a few words, he approached Mark and they
headed off around the house.
I stood next to our host with my arms at my side for quite a while
as other guests thanked our host. It was an interesting party, not
explicitly sexual and yet, the energy was high. Anyone who
wandered upstairs would find bow ties on doors. A sign to stay
out. A gander through the upstairs hallways looked like a trip
through a hotel with "Privacy Please" signs. The doors admitted a
few low moans and a couple louder noises.
I was walking those hallways with our host and several manly
guests till we reached a master bedroom suite. Our host removed
his bow tie and attached it to the door. The other guests followed
us in. Most of them I could recognize from one show or the other.
He yanked my pants down to my ankles and had me get on all fours
in the bed. Condoms and lube came out next as the other men
surrounded the bed. One slid under me head towards my cock and
began sucking me. I was being sucked by the star of [REDACTED].
Our host slid the lube in and out of my fuckhole. His young skinny
body was much slender than my own and I felt his hardness pushing
against me. Another young man slid a condom over my hosts hard
shaft and then it was gliding into me delicately, yet firmly. He
was slenderer and shorter than my husband, but still firm and
strong.
The 30-something star kept sucking my cock vigorously as the young
mega-star fucked me in front of his young male friends. My host
was firm yet gentle with his cock, sliding it in and out of my
fuckhole in complete thorough, yet gentle motions. His young
hangers on watched as he worked me expertly, his hardness deep
within me, then gliding out, then within me. Meanwhile, the
blowjob from the movie star continued unabated and I finally
climaxed and he took my cum full on into his throat and kept
sucking me despite my hypersensitivity.
The star pulled out in a few more minutes, removed the condom and
shot a warm load of cum right at the base of my back and let it
drip down my crack.
He did not bother to kiss me, but instead left with his boy
entourage. The movie star on my cock stirred and pulled away.
"Fun, eh," he asked.
"Yeah," I responded.
"Leon's like that, the rumors are true, and the orgies him and
those boys have while on the road filming, well they would make
you blanch," he went on. "You get spanked this morning," he asked
casually as if it was no big deal.
"Yes," I answered.
The star shrugged as if it was normal, "Scott's a good husband,
you are lucky, he'll make sure you have a good time with nice
people and will love you. Me on the other hand, I'm gonna fuck you
now, so stay still." I heard a condom being slid over his cock,
thicker than Leon's, yet still not as full as my husband's.
No extra lube was applied. I was being fucked quickly and rapidly
by the young smooth man. Leon walked back in while I was being
fucked and laughed. "Still here," Leon said mockingly. My partner
stopped and went to talk to Leon. I stayed on the bed, my tuxedo
pants down, but otherwise dressed.
Bad Boys Get Spanked --------------------
Leon then instructed me to get dressed and stand up. I did,
meanwhile my star was no longer in sight. He returned completely
naked with a razor strap in hand. Leon pushed him over the chest
of drawers and than began to brutalize his buttocks with the
strap. After ten strokes, Leon paused and turned to me, "Ken knows
better than to behave like he just did, why don't you head
downstairs again, Scott is waiting for you." I paused for a moment
and stared at Ken's bright red, striped butt and then left,
shutting the door. Behind me, I could hear the strap cracking
Ken's smooth ass.
Leon's boy toys were standing outside the master bedroom suite
talking and I headed back down. Scott met me at the bottom of the
stairs and guided me towards the bar area. We sat down across from
each other and I felt really wonderful looking at him, and
watching him stare into my eyes with love and affection.
One of Leon's boys approached me and said, "Ken would like to
apologize." The boy toy then headed towards the stairs. Scott
smiled and motioned for me to go. I followed the young black man
up the stairs, he was beautiful with a well defined muscular
chest. Inside the master bedroom suite again, Ken was standing in
the corner, naked. His butt was clearly welted and striped from
the strap. Leon was laying on the bed with three of his boys
attending to him.
I approached Ken in the corner and he said softly, "I'm really
sorry for fucking you, I knew better." I kissed him softly and
said, "Perhaps another night." He nodded slightly and then fell
silent.
Leon motioned for me to come closer and I approached him, "Sorry
about that, Ken has a tendency to step out of line."
"Did Scott enjoy Jacob here," Leon asked as he lifted a cute blond
boy toy off his cock by his short cropped hair. I nodded. "Good,"
Leon said as he pushed Jacob back onto his cock shaft. Then, as if
an afterthought, Leon added "tell Scott I had John take Mark
home."
Downstairs again, I returned to the bar, Scott handed me a
cocktail and said, "Drink." I did. It was a dry martini. The
alcohol hit my empty stomach like a rock and in just minutes I was
feeling very relaxed. Scott smiled at me, slightly drunk, and
clearly happy to be with him.
"I'll be right back, finish your drink though," Scott said as he
stood and then headed across the room. Finishing the drink left me
feeling plastered. After a small eternity, Scott returned with
some food and a handsome young executive type at his side.
Getting Ahead in Hollywood --------------------------
"Jack, this is the producer and writer Tim on my new series,"
Scott said by way of introduction. Tim introduced himself to me
and Scott handed me a condom. I stood up and took Tim by the hand,
we were in one of the guest rooms a few minutes later and his
condom sheathed cock was fucking me aggressively. He fucked me
face-to-face and was very amorous throughout the affair. Clearly
unaware that I was Scott's, he propositioned me to come home with
him.
He thought I was an escort. But, I didn't figure that Scott wanted
me to do much more than make him happy. Turned out that Scott
started being featured more on his show shortly after the party.
In fact in December, Scott took me to the holiday party for Tim,
but now I'm skipping ahead again.
Back at the party, Scott smiled at my return and guided me to the
car. "Thanks," he said, "that second one was beyond the call of
duty, but it probably will mean that my character will get more
screen time."
I kissed him softly on his cheek as we hit the streets for home.
On the freeway back to the house, I asked about Mark, Scott
shrugged and said, "John isn't bad and he is due to be in the next
Bond film among other things." My head spun a bit and I fell
asleep in the car.
When I woke up, it was in our bed at Scott's house -- our home --
and I had been undressed. Scott had carried me in without waking
me and undressed me. Scott was already on a plane for the shoot up
in Vancouver the next morning.
Mark's Tale -----------
Around noon, Mark showed up and seemed somewhat sad. He then
shared the tale of his evening to me. I was sad that my husband
wouldn't be there that night to hold me, kiss me, spank me, fuck
me, anything. I would of course stay at the house as instructed
till Monday at ten. But, it was just us "girls" so to speak, Mark
and I.
Mark explained that John was not interested in a relation and that
it was a shame as John was wonderful at dominating his partners
completely.
They had arrived at John's mansion in just a few minutes. Once
inside the door, John practically ripped Mark's clothing off then
wrist restraints were applied. Bound, John forcibly took Mark to
an upstairs bathroom.
Sealed plastic bags contained two Fleet enema kits. When Mark
started to speak John slapped him firmly on the buttocks and said,
"No talking." Cuffed to the railing of the shower, Mark was
helpless as Mark started the bath water going and began filling
the two enema bags.
John left the water running hot even after the bags were filled so
the room began to steam up. The bags were hung to the railing next
to Mark's cuffed hands and the white tubes were attaches to their
base. Mark explained that when he whimpered slightly John slapped
his buttocks again more strongly and said, "One more whimper or
word and I'll take a cane to your bare ass."
Mark explained that he felt terrified and started to piss in the
shower to which John laughed at him mockingly. As he was pissing,
John started to slide] the two separate probes from the bags into
his ass. As Mark finished pissing, John let both bags loose, water
was gushing into Mark's body at a fast pace. The cool water was
intense inside him and he tried to move as if to escape the flood
of water and John laughed. The steam in the bathroom was rising
and the contrast between the cold water of the enema and the hot
environs exacerbated the sensations.
After the bags drained, John quickly removed the tubes as placed a
fairly large butt plug in Mark's ass and then a leather holder
around his waist to keep it in place. John then left the bathroom
with Mark chained. Mark explained that after just a few minutes
the sensation that he was going to explode was intense and he was
terrified of just being left there.
By the time Mark returned, after what seemed like an eternity,
Mark was sobbing. John smiled and said, "Good, now you are ready."
The butt plug came out and he took over to the toilet and let him
expel the enema.
Once done, Mark's hands were restrained behind his back again and
John led him to a bedroom, still sweating from the stream in the
bathroom.
A blindfold game around his eyes and then a gag into his mouth
quickly. Then he was restrained to something in the middle of the
room, a post of some sort. Something was slid over his cock,
possibly a vacuum pump as he felt his cock become engorged and
intense. Then the first sting, and another, and another. He was
being caned -- intensely.
At this point Mark dropped his pants and turned around to show me
his brutalized butt. John had caned him thoroughly I could tell
and a few spots where he had bled a bit were visible as well. He
pulled his pants up again and explained that because of the vacuum
pump and the fear the whole thing had just been an intense turn
on. Further, when the caning stopped, John fucked him still
standing.
"Then John held my sore, shivering body," Mark explained. I
nodded, I could see why Mark was happy John would make a good
dominant husband to Mark under the Smith family type rules.
"Did you spend the night," I asked.
Mark nodded, "In his arms, he even helped me orgasm right after I
stopped crying."
I smiled, "Want to go get lunch?"
"Sure," Mark responded. "Did Scott leave you instructions?" I
shrugged. "Go look on the dresser," Mark suggested.
I headed upstairs and sure enough there was a folded piece of
stationary with "Jack" written on it.
Instructions ------------
Here's what the instructions said:
Jack,
Sorry I had to go, stay here till Monday at ten as you were
instructed. Your credit card is in the dresser and some paper work
from the family attorney.
Love, Scott
I opened the dresser, there was a platinum American Express card
with my name, my married name, on it "Jack Smith". The papers were
next. The first was a simple name change form filled out for me
along with an assortment of secondary papers, e.g. new Social
Security card, voter registration, DMV, etc.
The second set of documents was more interesting. There was a
contract consenting to corporal punishment as determined by my
husband in return for a monthly stipend of $10,000 for life, the
stipend to continue irrespective of our marital state.
I brought the documents downstairs and signed them with Mark as a
witness where appropriate and then stuck them in the provided
envelope to mail.
Mark added, "You will also have to place your assets into a trust
while you are married soon." My body shook slightly and Mark
continued, "Nobody will get to use them, but you can't be making
decisions about your money while you are married, Scott will make
them for you." It made sense, but it scared me, my money was my
exit, but I supposed $10,000 a month was not bad either.
"Well, we'll deal with that when those papers come," I said trying
to hide my fears.
To be continued...
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