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The Downward Spiral of Jim – Chapter Five
David finally spoke by saying, "Jim, I love you very much. It is upsetting that all this has happened to you, as it does affect our relationship. I feel that if you didn't want what occurred to you on some level, it wouldn't have happened. Is there a part of you that wants to be some sort of subservient bottom pig?"
Through the tears again I said, "Yes, David, on some level it was very exciting and exhilarating."
"Even though this was very dangerous to yourself and our relationship."
"Even though, yes."
David continued, "Jim, I don't know what to do here. I don't see how we get back to the old normal. I've never believed we had to be completely monogamous. You know that, but this is not exactly what I would have thought having a side affair would look like. I could cope with your sub desires if it was away from the public view, but this exhibitionist humiliation aspect will get your reputation destroyed."
"I understand."
"I will need some time, Jim. Would you leave for a few days? Go check into a hotel and go to work. Let's meet in a week." David started to cry.
I didn't say a word. I didn't hug him or touch his shoulder as I got up from the table and walked to the bedroom. I pulled out a suitcase, put a weeks' worth of clothes in it, and rolled my suitcase down the hall to the garage. I got in the car and left. David didn't say goodbye. He moved to another part of the house so he didn't have to see me leave. What had I done? I knew then that we were going to break up and that we would be liquidating our assets. What I didn't know was how swiftly the dissolution would occur. It was sad to realize that our relationship was over.
I checked into an extended stay hotel where I could walk to work. Once in the room, I was very antsy. Staring at four walls and a stupid television was not going to cut it. What I needed to do was suck cock. My mind moved to a level of acceptance that cock was now a necessity. How fast I had gone from denial with the bodybuilder Thursday night to Saturday night knowing that I required dick up my ass and in my gullet. I wanted to drown my feelings with as much cum as I could find. I thought about getting online or one of the cruisy apps and look for sex, but I decided that I should just take a drive. Maybe if I got out of the hotel until I exhausted myself, I could sleep and the feelings for humiliation and submission would pass for the night.
I made the mistake of driving out towards the same area where I had the experience with the bikers and the cop earlier in the day. I know it was a stupid thing to do. The cop told me never to go in his district again. It was now late in the evening. I had to pee so I pulled into a rest area. This rest area was notorious for blowjobs and sex in the bushes. I had never been there but friends of mine told me about it.
I walked towards the restroom. Once again, that feeling of being unsafe as was the case at the bar this afternoon came over me. My head was so fucked at this point that I was ignoring my most base instincts of safety. I got up to the urinal pulled out my dick taking as fast as whiz as possible. Yet, within seconds, someone was in the bathroom. I turned to leave and the guy had blocked the door.
"Where you going fag? You don't get off that easily. My cock needs sucking and you are gonna suck it."
"Listen. Please leave me alone. I just came in to take a piss. Leave me alone."
My pleas went unanswered. He grabbed me and took me into a stall pushing me down on the seat. He pulled out his cock, grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth onto his cock.
"Put your hands behind you. I don't want you to touch me except for your hot mouth."
That was an imprudent thing to do because quickly he pulled out handcuffs and cuffed me to the pipes on the toilet.
"Suck my cock faggot. If you do a good job, maybe I'll let you go."
Now I was scared and annoyingly excited at the same time. I consoled myself by saying he would release me when I got him off. He probably is just into bondage to enhance his orgasm. No person would leave me there chained to a toilet.
The man was very rough. I was gagging and crying as he plunged his cock into me. He took my head forcing him on me. He was extremely strong. There were moments where I thought I would pass out from lack of air. The man shot a huge load down my throat although I didn't get to taste much of his cream because the head of his dick was way past my tongue. Once he pulled out, he looked down at me with an evil grin.
"Please let me go, Sir."
"No fucking chance asshole." He ripped my shirt off. Then he took my shoes and socks off and pulled my pants off; all the while, I was screaming no.
"Please Sir. Don't leave me here. Help! Help! Help!" My screams were to no avail.
Slap. "Shut the fuck up faggot." I got very quiet but tears were streaming down my face. My cheek stung he hit me so hard. The man walked out of the restroom with everything – my clothes, my car keys, my wallet... I heard the door slam. There I was naked with no ID, no car, no nothing, handcuffed to the back of a toilet.
From then on, I became the service bitch for the rest area. Man after man came in. They pissed on me. They shot loads on me. They made me suck them off. I took load after load until I lost count. I reeked of urine. As it dried, I itched like a motherfucker, but I couldn't touch myself. I decided to take my mind off the piss and the predicament; I would get into what was happening and enjoy it.
I did have some amazing cocks that night. There were tiny ones not more than two inches hard and some huge fuckers that I couldn't get in my mouth. Most were five to seven inches. Most were cut, but occasionally there was a delicious intact steak with cheese sauce. Some guys were fast. Some were slow. As the night worn on and I smelled worse and worse, guys only pissed on me. I was too disgusting for even a free mouth. I asked each to help me and nobody would. I was there for hours. Finally someone came to help, but it was not who I wanted. It was the cop.
"Well, well, well. Here's my little faggot again. I told you to never be in my district again and yet you disobeyed me."
"Please Sir. Please help me. I was forced here. This man took my clothes and my car. Please help."
"I'm gonna help you faggot, but now there are consequences. I can't ignore a shit like you. You are in too deep." He unlocked the cuffs with a key. He helped me to my feet. I was very unsteady. He locked the cuffs again and walked me out the door.
When the door opened, flashbulbs came off. There was a news crew there. Fuck, I bet that asshole cop had called them, probably to make a name for himself. This was going to make local headlines. Now I knew everything was over. David would leave me, my friends would dump me and I lost my job right then. None of those people needed to contact me. It was obvious, no matter my innocence. When that door opened, everything that I had, all the work that I did, disappeared.
The cop walked me slowly to his patrol car. I couldn't cover my face or my genitals from the photographers because my hands were secure behind my back. He pushed me in the back of the patrol car and buckled me in. Then, I could put my face down but it was too late. It would be seconds before the story was on the Internet and YouTube. We drove away to the station, which was a small place. They booked me and threw me in a cell after a shower and putting on a jumpsuit. I was too dirty to even be in jail.
I was in the drunk tank with several seedy characters. I found a spot on the floor, covered my face and attempted to sleep.
In the morning, the cop on duty flung the paper in my cell. There I was on the front page, "Naked John Doe Arrested – Released from Toilet Cuffs!"
"It's on the wires, the Internet and the front page of your city paper too, Mr. Doe." He knew my real name, but wanted to rub it in. "By the way, your husband called and said that he would be here Tuesday with a lawyer."
I thought, oh good. Someone was going to come for me. What a minute. That was two days from now. Why was he going to leave me here two more nights? What I didn't know was David and our attorney were not coming to rescue me.
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