I paid off the taxi and let myself into the gallery, closing the door behind me and setting the alarms before going up to our bedroom.
How was Tracey?' he asked, casting the paper aside he had been reading. Did Diane tell her the truth?'
Yes,' I replied, and she was very good about it. She hasn't told Mark and will not, but she said she was glad that it was mine which meant that she couldn't marry him now. She seemed rather pleased at that, though I wasn't.'
`She wants you to marry her then?'
`Not in the slightest.'
`How were the children?'
`Good as gold. You wouldn't know they were there. I've also brought the rough copy of Diane's latest book for you to read for ideas as to the drawings it needs,' I said, putting the manuscript on the bedside table as I began to get undressed.
`And how was Diane?' he asked, and I knew by the way that he asked the question the answer he really wanted to know.
`She sends her love,' I said as I finished undressing and was now naked, my penis almost erect now at what was going to happen.
`She also has come to understand of our love, that what we have and share,' I continued as I opened the drawer and pulled out his leather belt.
`Put it back,' he said gruffly.
No,' I said, throwing it onto his lap and closing the drawer. I told her that it was a means of us showing our love for each other by accepting the punishment for straying. Hers was to have a child as did Tracey, mine is to have you punish me and then show that you love me by making love to me afterwards.'
I climbed on the bed and put the leather belt into his hand and presented my backside for him to punish and yet show his love for me. It's a strange way to show one's love, but who's right in these matters for I'm certain that I don't know.
I winced at the first slash across my bum and cried out at the second one. I also cried out at the other four and I also felt his tears splash onto my back as he punished me. I was still crying and flinched as the cold cream was touched to my sore bum and began to feel a warmth creep up inside me as his hand rubbed it into the weal's that I knew were there.
Now it was for the rough side of my punishment, his savage taking of me with him being as large as he could get, and I wasn't disappointed as his throbbing organ was pushed into me that made me gasp for it seemed even bigger than before and then to have him fuck me with it.
I drooled, the pain in my bum gone with his thrusting and the pleasure I got from him fucking me this way. His thighs thumping up to the cheeks of my sore bum, his balls banging away at every stroke. His seed getting annoyed at being woken up in this fashion, them getting more and more agitated at the rough treatment they were receiving. Fighting amongst themselves and then for them to become so angry that they began to vent themselves in the only outlet they knew. Up through the penis and out of the eye of his cock. Up they boiled in one seething mass to explode, not into the air like a volcano, but inside me, the cause of their original disturbance. I was the cause and therefore the recipient of their wrath as they flooded and tried to burn my insides with their own heat.
But little did they know that they were going to their death for they found themselves deep in the shit, if you'll pardon the expression, and there they died, after doing their best to fight the cause of their problem. If I'd been a female, one or two of them might have found a place in history and created life, but with me, I was death to them.
For me it was the opposite, for having him come inside of me without a condom on gave me life, life to fight to keep having him do this to me and after he had pulled out and washed himself, I showed him how much I loved this fucker of mine. I fucked and sucked until he was ready to have me again in spite of my sore backside. Then with him finished, tired and exhausted, I told him of how much I loved him and hoped that he would continue to love me as much as I did him.
Two months later, the club, Julian's was finished and notices had been sent out, handbills and posters were up giving out the date of opening. James' drawings had been framed and screwed to the walls, not hung for it was expected that they would have been stolen in a very short time they were that good.
The whole place had been carpeted, the bars stocked with not only the drinks, but glasses, beer mats and all the other paraphernalia that went with a drinking establishment.
The kitchens had been fired up and cooked upon to see that they were in good working order. Tables, chairs, linens, cutlery, glasses and everything else was now in place including the toilet paper in the cottages. All the inanimate items were in place.
Now we come to the animate, i.e., the staff. Julian had taken his time and had been meticulous as well as selective in his choice of persons to work in the kitchens and bars, even to the cleaners. I thought that the chef was being overpaid, but bowed down to the fact that Julian was to run the place as he wanted. He wanted the best and was prepared to pay for it, for, he argued, it would pay in the long run. The chef wasn't gay and didn't live in but his second in command was and had been allocated one of the rooms on the top floor.
The head barman and the second were both gay and had rooms in the building too. The fourth was left vacant for the time being. Julian had already moved in and saw that the others were established just over a week before opening.
For the rest of the staff, Julian had stressed that it was to be a gay establishment and if they had any criticisms about that, they were out. The only female staff finished up either in the kitchen or were cleaners. The waiters and other bar staff were all homosexuals, but, and he had really emphasised the but, that they were not, and again he stressed this, they were not to solicit whilst on the premises. He'd also arranged with an agency for replacements if required and that they must be vetted before being sent to the bar. I forgot to mention that in the members only area, the private rooms had also been furnished with, not beds, as we had expected, but divans which still were big enough for two people to fuck about on in privacy. These rooms became a focal and much booked part of the club.
But for me, the most focal thing was the statue of me in bronze in its miniscule garden that was facing the toilets. Thank fuck that the photo of it produced in the local paper wasn't of a quality that it could be seen that it was me, a local bank manager being the model for it. I was quite proud of it and actually got to stroke my own prick, and found out later that nearly every person who later went to the cottages gave it a stroke. Just after six months, my cock was of a different colour to the rest of the statue because of so many people giving it a stroke or a rub.
We went, James and I, with Julian, the day before it opened to be introduced to the staff that we were the co-owners of the place and were to be shown the deference that was due to us. We didn't have to pay cash but only sign our bills for accounting purposes. One look at me and they all knew who had been the model for the statue which, with them all being gay, raised me much in their esteem having seen me in my full but un-erect glory.
We were given drinks down in the lower bar, Julian having got the licence to sell alcohol, which had been the first thing he got, for without it, what was the point in going ahead in trying to open a bar? With drinks in our hand, a toast was made that it was hoped that Julian's would be as successful as predicted. I said amen to this.
Then they embarrassed me by Julian coming to me with one of the miniature's of my statue.
Gentlemen,' he called out, no ladies being present, as I think you will all have guessed, Mr Black here is the model for our fine statue before the cottages. So I think it is only fitting that he receive the first of a numbered statuette, that being the one, one bearing that, what would, or I shall say, be, the prized, no, the most prized one, oh fuck! I'm sorry Timothy, I seemed to have fucked this little speech up,' and everyone laughed as did he.
This statuette,' he began again, bears the number one. It is the first of many and I'm proud to give you this first one, the one and only one bearing the number one. Shit! I've done it again,' at which everyone roared out with laughter. `Here! Take the bloody thing and let's have done with it,' he said to much clapping of the staff who seemed to have enjoyed his gaffe.
Thank you number one,' I said, knowing I was going to milk this one for all it was worth. I'm glad to be the one to receive the first one of this number of statuettes being numbered from one to I don't know how many. I hope I am not the only one who will be able to look at one so beautiful and handsome and one so endowed as to make one envious. So I thank you one and all for this one off gift.'
They were not that stupid as it first seemed for they really applauded my little, if not foolish attempt to get a laugh. But it passed and I wished I hadn't said what I had said, which was too late now. Anyway, we were now known and so with wishing them all well for the next day, James and I left for them to put the last finishing touches to be ready for the official opening.
As both James and I wished to be the silent partners in this enterprise, we stayed away from the opening, that went off like a rocket. The mayor was there, and learned later that he was a closet queen, and many others and it cost us a small fortune with the free drinks and food that were dispensed.
Many membership forms were handed out that night, though the whole shebang was confined to the ground floor, the success of the evening could only really be gleaned from the amount of forms that were eventually returned, showing who would like to become members.
Julian was a bit down in the mouth when we went there two days later.
`We haven't had many of the forms returned and have only issued out thirty memberships cards,' he said miserably. We were in the lower bar where we were having a drink as we talked.
Julian, Julian,' I said as I stroked his hand. Give it time. Believe me that there are many in the closet that will take time before they emerge. They are sitting on the fence to see which way the majority will jump. They will be the losers in the long run, just wait and see. It's early days yet. Look! It's about five o'clock and this bar is over half full,' which was true. A new bar always attracts until it becomes old hat, but this bar was different and I could count at how many people had gone to the toilets in our short space of time we'd been in there. I saw more than one woman stroke the statue and I seemed to shrink inside myself when I saw this happen.
Wait until they start declaring themselves,' I said, you'll find yourself oversubscribed.'
`Will you declare yourself?' Julian asked, and then it hit me. Right between the eyes! Here I was, a part owner of a gay club, a, what I would say was known as a pillar of the community, a Bank Manager. I was an active homosexual co-habiting with another and that I sometimes when out into public places dressed as a woman. Had pictures painted, drawn and sketched in all sorts of pornographic acts that had been sold and were probably displayed in many local abodes, hiding, if that's the right word, in a closet? The answer was yes!
`That's a question that will have to be given some thought,' James said, coming to my rescue.
`Well I...' but I was cut off by James again as I tried to speak.
`Julian. I will not have Timothy come out to the extent of being identified as Tammy! That is definitely a no-no. He's the manager of a bank for Christ's sake! Come out, yes, but low key, but that we will decide at home, tonight. For me, I don't care, but it is Timothy I'm now thinking of, his standing here in the community.'
`James,' I said tugging at his sleeve.
`No Timothy! We will not discuss it now. When we get home. Is that clear?'
Yes James,' I said, having been put firmly in my place, and gave a wan smile to Julian. He is my husband you know,' I said.
He gave me a similar smile back.
`I understand,' he said and gave me a pat on the arm.
Two days later I went into Julian's and when I saw him, demanded my membership card.
`Is that a bruise on your cheek?' he asked as he handed me a plastic card.
`Yes, but he's got a black eye,' I grinned.
`I take it you won the fight?' he grinned back at me.
`Well I don't really think so, you should see my backside. I only waited till he went down on me before I hit him. This bruise I got was his feeble retaliation at the time.'
`Do you want to collect his card too,' he asked.
`Most certainly. I can then ram it up his arse and see if I can get into the members part of the club.' he laughed and told me to follow him upstairs as, though he'd kept mine in his pocket, James' was still in his office. I followed him up to his quarters and he went to his desk and found and gave me the card that was for James.
`Is your backside really bad?' he asked, and I knew what he really wanted, and I wouldn't mind, if the truth be known.
`Let me show you,' I said, moving off towards and going through into his bedroom. When in there, I dropped my trousers and let him see the weal's on my backside.
`Oh you poor thing,' he said, going down onto his knees and kissing each mark on my bum.
`Would you like to while I'm like this?' I asked over my shoulder.
`Yes please Timothy,' he replied eagerly, so I cleared my feet from my trousers and got onto the bed while he pulled his off and found a condom to use. He was quickly up on the bed behind me and put himself up inside me and give me a lovely fucking, holding me firm in his hands, but not slamming himself hard up against my sore backside. It was a nice gentle fuck, soothing my inner turmoil and giving me an erection at the same time.
`Jerk me off while you stay where you are,' I asked of him, remembering how William had done so once before though he hadn't had his up inside me at the time.
So with me bent over, Julian's cock well up and embedded tight inside me, he held me round the waist with his left hand and jerked me off with his right.
I arched my back at the pleasure of being able to squeeze the hard flesh up back inside me whilst my own cock was being worked on by hand. I'm not quite sure how he managed to begin again to move inside me when I said I was about to spend my load, and at the same time keep up the rhythm with his right hand to make me come and at the same time come inside me.
I'm sorry,' I said after my whimper of him pulling out of me, but I'm afraid I've made a mess of your bed.'
`That's the least you could have done considering what you've just given me,' he said, pulling off the condom and giving me a kiss before going through to his bathroom to dispose of it.
We both put our trousers back on and he suggested we had a drink in the members bar to which I agreed, and we went down to the next floor and went and sat at the bar. He ordered two gin and tonics.
See what I mean?' he said, waving his hand round. Only two people here.'
`But it's early yet. Give it time,' I said patting his hand and taking a sip from my drink.
`It's worrying, but, maybe you're right. To change the subject, tell me what happened about...,' and he pointed at my cheek and at my seat.
Well my backside was my fault. It was my punishment for having sex with someone else without his consent. A girl I know.' I didn't elaborate on that. He always knows when I have and so I get the leather belt. Don't get me wrong! He's not violent and, and I don't mind for I get a certain amount of pleasure from it.'
`Horses for courses,' Julian murmured.
`Yes, and the sex afterwards is great. Well we'd just fucked one another and he was about to down on me after I'd pulled off the condom. I began to ask about us collecting our membership cards and he said that he didn't want me to actually be a member, mixing with other men. It might turn me into a bit of a slut. I only meant to slap his face for that remark, but somehow it was my fist and I caught him right in the eye. So he upped and hit me back. That was all. I was crying then and apologised for hitting instead of slapping him and he apologised for hitting me back and for what he had said. But I told him I was now even more determined to get my card and he gave in.'
You're a sly one Timothy,' Julian chuckled. You led me to believe that he'd marked your backside for fighting. You wanted me to see it and fuck you in sympathy, didn't you?'
I grinned back at him and nodded and he laughed and ordered two more drinks. He gave over his own membership card and the barman swiped it before handing it back.
`I thought you said that we had to sign chits?'
`Not really. The till records the transaction from the card. There's no cash used up here. It all goes onto the computer and a bill is issued at the end of the month unless the member has signed a direct debit form and we get it straight from his bank account.'
`That's great. What about downstairs?' I asked.
`There it's either cash or card. Maybe a member only wants to pop in for a quick drink and not come upstairs. The card is also used to open the door downstairs that lets you up here. Also, I don't know if you noticed but there isn't a key lock to my quarters. It can only be opened by one of three cards. Mine, yours and that of James. Have you looked at your card yet?'
`No,' I said as I pulled both out of my pocket. It looked like an ordinary debit card with the club's logo on it with my name, date of validity and my number. I looked at the number again and then looked at Julian.
`That's right. Three zeros and a one. Yours is the very first card. James is the second and mine is the third. If it hadn't been for you this place would never had happened so I thought it only fitting that you should be number one.'
Well, er, thank you Julian,' I stammered, I'm honoured. Doubly so considering the statue downstairs. I see that you have some miniature ones on the bar. How much are they?'
`Fifty pounds each.' I didn't get to ask if any had gone yet for Julian was distracted because two other people had come into the bar and Julian shook their hands and introduced me. I can't remember their names just now.
Well I'd better get off home or I might finish up with a black eye,' I laughed. Oh, by the way, do you have any membership forms to hand. I know of a few people I could send them to.'
`Yes, we keep some behind the bar,' and he went round and brought back a handful. I put them in my pocket and a couple of days later, sent them off from the bank to all the clients that I knew were gay and that I'd had sex with. I'd also included my card so they knew exactly who had sent them. It was, I think, a very subtle form of blackmail which worked. For I found out later that all the forms that I had sent, the persons had all became members. We laughed about it later when I got to meet them all again at various times in the club.
But I've digressed a bit, I went home and did my usual thing of after kissing James and asking how his eye was, had my bath, dressed up as Tammy and cooked a lovely meal for the two of us. It was during the meal that I passed his card across the table and he picked it up and put it in his pocket without saying a word.
`We are going out for dinner on Saturday and we are going to eat in the club. I want to find out if the chef is as good as we've been led to believe,' I said.
On Saturday, I had my bath and had just finished when James came into the bathroom for his shower, I goosed him and made him jump as I left to get dressed. I'd put on my underwear and was sitting at the dressing table just finishing putting on my make-up when he came out of the bathroom.
`You're not going as Tammy?' he asked in a slightly shocked voice.
I am,' I said as I dabbed at the pale shade of lipstick I was using. Turning my head from side to side to see that the rest of my face looked good, I continued. When I was raped. The first man to ever have me, I was terrified of letting other people know the fact. Now I don't care. Half the people who will be there know me and what I am, now let them see the real me. A true homosexual so queer that I like to dress up and behave like a woman and just like a woman, I like having a cock either up inside me or in my mouth. So I am now coming out of the closet as they say.'
`What about the bank people?' he asked, getting his clothes out from his dresser.
`Half of the clients know me for what I am. I fucked with most of them before I met you so it's of no consequence, besides I want them see what they have missed. You'll be the envy of all of them my sweet,' and I smiled at his reflection in the mirror. I got up and put on one of my best dresses before selecting the wig that went best with that and my make-up. By the time I was ready, so was he. I slipped my feet into my high heeled shoes which I was able to wear without tottering or stumbling. I checked my handbag to make sure my card was inside and went downstairs with him to wait for the taxi he'd ordered.
It was in the taxi that he'd remembered about doing the drawing for the driver that had taken us to the hospital the morning that Peter had been born. He chuckled as he told me of the look on the driver's face when he had given him the drawing of me with a big erection fucking the man on his knees whose face was that of the driver. He had been stunned and saw the joke when James had told it was for free for he was sure that the driver wouldn't be showing it around. I laughed with him and by the time he'd finished the story, we'd arrived outside of Julian's
The outside of the bar looked very discreet and not pretentious in the least. We went inside and I was surprised at how many people there were in there for it was over half full and there were two people behind the bar serving.
We walked through, me not recognising anybody there as we went to the closed door that led upstairs to the members only part. As James fumbled with his card to run it through the slot of the doors opening mechanism, I looked at the bronze statue of myself and got a lovely tingle run up and down my spine. Already, the penis was beginning to show signs of it being frequently stroked.
The door clicked open and he held it for me to proceed him up the thickly carpeted stairs. He couldn't help but stop every few feet to look at his own erotic drawings that were softly lit, adorning the walls leading up to the dining room and bar.
`They look very good, don't they?' I asked as I had to pause, waiting for him to carry on up.
`Yes, I must say they do look good. I'm even getting an erection and I'm the one that drew them,' he chuckled as he carried on up and we entered the bar with me on his arm.
Again I was surprised for there were at least twenty or more couples in the bar. Mostly men but I saw at once two sets of females sitting in darkened booths with their drinks. Up here, I saw faces of people that I knew and I wondered how many of them would recognise me under my make-up.
Julian spotted us and broke away from a couple he had been talking to and came over to greet us.
Welcome to Julian's,' he said and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I saw James give a slight shake of the head to Julian who took the hint and shook his hand, though I think he would rather had kissed him too. My, Tammy, you look absolutely ravishing. I doubt that even a woman would be able to tell the difference. Come, let me get both of you a drink.' He led us to a table near the bar where I sat down while he and James went to the bar for the drinks.
I looked round, sitting quite primly, and saw quite a few people I knew and I could see that not one of them knew that it was Timothy sitting there, quite frankly pleased at the stares I was getting.
Yes, I'm very impressed,' James was speaking to Julian as they sat down, James giving me my gin and tonic. The décor and lighting are just right. Not too plush nor too sombre, it's...it's...'
`Perfect,' I supplied.
`Yes. I would say perfect, not being able to think of a better adjective. You must feel quite proud Julian and pleased with the turn out.'
`Thank you James. Yes I am proud and so should you be too. You too Tim... er, Tammy,' he said as he corrected himself.
`I am and very delighted for you. We've also come to have dinner and see if the chef is as good as you said he would be.'
`Of that I have no doubt. Look, when you are ready to order, move to a more discreet table away from the bar and I'll have the chef introduce himself to you both. I must circulate a bit to try and get these members to bring in a few more. See you later,' he said as he got up and went off to speak to another couple of men who had come in.
`Hasn't he done a marvellous job?' I gushed at James.
`He certainly has and I think you look marvellous too. I've seen some of the men look at you with hungry looks in their eyes for I'm sure they know what's under the dress with us being in here.'
`I don't care anymore. Let them look and be hungry for it's you that has me. Let the cats look at the queen, or queer, whichever,' I said.
`Don't use that word. I don't like it,' he said.
`Queen or queer?' I asked with a smile for I knew which one.
`Queer,' he said shortly.
There's nowt so queer as folk,' I said in a Northern accent. And I do feel rather queer sitting here with the men getting erections and wondering if it's me or you they want. I'm even getting one myself under this dress just thinking about it.'
`Well let's move over to a more discreet table as Julian suggested and have our dinner,' he said.
`Good idea. I just about ready to eat. Though what I would like to eat is what you wouldn't let me do in public,' I laughed as I finished my drink and waited for him to pull my chair back for me to stand up.
I gave my bum a little sway to it as we walked to a candle lit table set for dinner for two. I saw Julian indicate to the barman who picked up a phone and say a few words before putting the receiver down. A minute later, the chef appeared at our table and introduced himself and shook our hands and asked us what we would like for our meal. James, being the perfect gentleman, said that we would leave it up to him to decide what he would like for us to eat. Also what wine should be served up as a compliment.
The chef went back to the kitchen, which was downstairs, with a big smile on his face and I reached over and gave James' hand a squeeze.
`Well said James. Did you see how pleased he was?'
`Yes, and let's hope the meal does him justice.'
We'd eaten in most of the town's restaurants and James had to admit, like me, that this was the best we'd ever had and made a point later, before we left to go into the kitchen to say as much to the chef.
It was so perfect to sit at the table eating by candle light and to see his adoring eyes looking into mine and I hoped that mine looked to same to him. Our hands touched frequently as if to reassure ourselves that we were not having a dream, being that much in love with each other and having such a wonderful meal.
`They dined on mince and slices of quince that they ate with a runcible spoon,' I quoted.
`What's that?' he queried.
A nonsense rhyme by Edward Lear that I learnt at school, though by using a runcible spoon, you are supposed to be supping with the devil. But I'm not,' I said, touching his hand. I'm eating with my Lord and Master and who wants to be taken home and made love to.'
`I think it's me that's supping with the devil. A little devil with an impish smile on the lips that makes me want to lean over and kiss this very moment,' he said.
`Then why don't you?' I asked.
`Here?' he looked shocked.
`Why not? It's a gay club and I feel very gay tonight. As gay as a gay could be,' I said with a laugh and it made him laugh too as he got up and came round to my side and kissed me.
God! I wanted there and then to pull his cock out and go down on him I was so excited at him giving me that kiss right there at the table where the other people could see us.
Christ!' I said when he broke off the kiss. That almost made me come under my dress,' I said breathlessly. `Take me home James, take me home and fuck me silly. I need you so bad.'
He beckoned the waiter over and asked for the bill.
`No bill for you sir. Mr Julian's orders,' he smiled. He had seen the kiss and he knew exactly who I was, but I didn't care. Who cares about anyone else when you're in love.
James still left a fiver on the table when we said our goodnights to Julian and showered him with praises of both the establishment and the fine meal. I had to keep my handbag in front of me to hide the erection I still had from that kiss at the table.
I still had it by the time we got home and couldn't wait to get upstairs, for I sat down on the stairs and lifted up the front of my dress for him to see it throb and pulsate. The head was thick and swollen and it was hurting me and he knelt on a lower stair and took me into his mouth and quickly released the pressure that was inside it. I fairly exploded in his mouth and nearly choked him by rearing up to get the maximum length of it in for him to suck as he swallowed my come.
He had sucked me dry and still he kept on licking and nibbling on my hard shaft that was still up and fully erect, hurting me by being so hard.
I dragged him up the rest of the way, pulling my dress off which took the wig off too and quickly knelt on the edge of the bed for him to fuck me. He only dropped his trousers and standing on the floor behind me. Pushed himself up into me as he pulled me back onto him at the same time. What a glorious feeling it was for his cock was as large as if he'd just taken the belt to me. It was a rough ride as he kept ramming his thighs up to my bum, his cock rasping and reaming my insides until he began to shudder and moved even faster till he came to a quivering stop and only jerked himself in me, coming in a veritable flood that I felt. Creaming and coating my inner walls with his hot fluid like an exploding volcano. My God had just come down to earth to take me to heaven it was that great a fuck.
We must go out to the club more often if it always ends like tonight,' I said when we had finally got to bed to snuggle down with each other. You were magnificent and I love you so much it hurts.'
`I love you too and get madly jealous when other men look at you and know what they are thinking. They want you as much as I do and I don't think I could now live without you. Especially now, when you're here in my arms like this,' he said in a voice choked with emotion.
`I love you and only you,' I said back to him while a wicked little voice inside my head said, also maybe Julian or any other man with a big rampant cock, for it's this cock that you love more than anything else. A big, throbbing, pulsating, hard piece of flesh and muscle that just beats with strength and power and has the juice inside that flows and tastes like nectar when it comes surging out the top. Stop it, I mentally cried, stop it, for it's true, every word, but it's better to have the cock in the hand but then, maybe two in the bush would be better. Stop it I said! You have your man, be satisfied with that. He loves you so that should be the end of it, you're his wife for god's sake. It was true but it was also nice to dream, to go to sleep dreaming of erections all waving over your body, the semen spurting out to coat your flesh and then have a thousand tongues licking you, licking you all over. To have a hot mouth on the end of your cock sucking out your own sperm.