Alex then said that he wasn’t going to have any part of this with a fag … ‘or fags’ ; where Paul then angrily shoved him over the desk chair.
‘’You’d better be careful of that mouth or it’ll be missing some teeth.’’ Paul said with leveled intensity.
Alex scrambled to his feet and left the room. Paul and Edmond talked of that betrayal, till Bruce came back in with the cameras, tripods, a bag with a flash, extra film, and other equipment. The equipment took the others aback in its obvious professional array.
‘’OK boys, lets all get that boy fucked, and we’ll all be done, and eat a Big Boy on me, in just a few minutes.’’ He said as he went to work setting up the camera and lights.
They just stood looking at one another.
’’Pat, you get on the bed, ass up, over there, with your legs spread at 45 degrees.’’
Bruce, or Master to me, continued, sounding as a director doing a scene from a major Hollywood movie, barking out orders, and busying himself with the equipment.
Again, there was a loud rap upon the door, and Paul said that, ‘’ if it’s Alex tell him to get lost or I’ll punch him in the face.’’
Edmond opened it to Rhonda. She stood there frowning and said; ‘’ Alex told me ya’ll are going to rape Pat. Ya'll better not…’’ She then turned and saw me on the bed, ass up in her direction; and she squealed in her high pitched voice, not horror, but a laugh.
‘’You really are a homo, Pat. Look at you all naked, and waiting, I guess, for dick.’’
To which Arfy said everything was cool and that he’s wanting the banging.
I wasn’t wanting anything at that moment but to curl up and die. This was the final nail in my coffin.
‘’Who is he?’’ Rhonda asked; as, she watched the big man, Bruce Greyson, a murderer, going about stringing wires from his clamp on lights.
‘’Ya’ll making a movie?’ as she craned her head around the door to take in the whole room.
The man, Bruce, or my Master then barked, ‘’Come in or go, honey, but we need that door closed.’’
She twisted her way into the room.
‘’I need to call my sister, Susan, to pick me up here; since, I was afraid to ride with Liz, since she was so drunk; and ya’ll know how she drives, So I need to wait here for her’’
I covered myself, as she walked to me looking me over and said.
‘’You’d be cute in make up, Pat. You should let me make you up sometime.
She turned to the others as she played with my hair.
‘’Which of you is going to do Pat’’ she teasingly asked.
I jumped from the bed and said, to my shame, that they were making me, and not to get the wrong idea.
Paul put me in a head lock and turned my naked body to her frontally and said, ‘’ You can fuck him too, if you want to fuck a fag, but he is getting fucked.’’
Some heated exchange took place as I wrestled myself free; and then Arfy walked to her and said.
‘’This is a guy thing here; where a fag has to service his betters, real men, and you should go wait at the office, as you are too young to see such things.’’
‘’ I’m taller than Pat and Edmond, and being 70 can do what i want, and I resent what you mean, she squeaked. ‘’I wanna watch.’’
Bruce said; ’’You can do more than that young lady. I’ll pay you 50 dollars to get naked with Pat and help me get some good pictures with these other guys; that’s all we are really doing — and I’ll make sure all behave as gentlemen, and it’ll be fun. Someone fix her drink.’’
The others all chimed in with immediate agreement, and Paul handed her another rum Coke.
‘’He’s not shooting anyone’s face, and, Pat here, just agreed to this for the pictures.’’ Argued Edmond.
‘’That’s not totally accurate’' chuckled Paul, in an obviously drunken slur; as he stepped out of his pants.
‘’Pat’s a fag’’ His dick was already hard.
‘’Yea, You should have seen him on Arfy’s dick. Pat was clearly into it, and his dick was plenty hard for it too.’’ Said Edmond.
‘’Yea, I saw his hard on for Arfy.’’ She lamented.
‘’OK, lights camera action. Places everyone. Paul, you get behind Pat’s butt.’’ Broke in Bruce.
I did as was ordered while my eyes stared at Paul’s big throbbing cock; and, I returned obediently to my ass up position feeling my own dick harden, figuring the rum must be making me do this.
‘’It'd be great with a picture of Pat licking Rhonda’s pussy’’ chimed in Edmond.
‘’She’s just here to watch’’ scolded Paul.
‘’No, that’s a good idea.’’ said Bruce; as he stood and awaited her reaction. ‘’Fifty dollars?’’ and he held up the bills.
‘’OK, but no face picture.’’ she said, acting a little bothered, and grabbed the money. Everyone turned and watched her as she peeled off her clothes. She was indeed a slender, sculpted, thing of beauty.
She was in my face with her red bush in what seemed like a second. It was my first experience with a girl, and not at all as I had imagined.
Arfy said, ‘’remember Pat; you need to get back on mine after this.’’
An unnecessary reminder of my fag position, I thought.
The smell was so different and it made me pause, but I licked her clit with enthusiasm in my still obstinate delusion that I liked the opposite sex better. Unlike me, she responded with enthusiasm that was obvious pleasure. ‘Damn that rum works wonders’ I thought.
Paul slapped my ass hard till I responded with cries and protests, I guess, to prove to Rhonda that he was wasn’t a fag.
Then Paul plowed in my ass, seemingly trying to reach her pussy right through me. It hurt even with the lube, and Rhonda paused her gyrations to watch, clearly aroused by it.
Paul reached over my back and grabbed Rhonda’s breasts, kneading them as he pounded viciously. She in turn pushed her wet pussy back into my face and hunched it as if my tongue were Paul’s dick. I was just in the way I concluded.
I heard the camera rapid fire the shutter as Master worked about the bed standing and stooping; quickly snapping off different angles of us.
I bet, with plenty of face pictures of all distracted parties.
