(This gay fantasy does not imply endorsement of racism or of any political extremism. It is simply a gay fantasy about S&M humiliation and hero-worship.)
At election time in the UK activists and candidates from the various political parties go around knocking on doors trying to persuade people to vote for their party and their candidate.
I've had several very interesting knocks on my door, especially since they made it easier to apply for a postal vote. Conservative, Labour, Liberal, Green Party. As soon as they suspect I'm a gay man living on my own, if the canvasser's a young attractive man they start flirting with me, or trying to seduce me. I imagine women get the same treatment.
The aim is to try to get you to fill in your postal ballot paper then and there in favor of their candidate. Two handsome male Young Conservatives in white and red England football shirts almost persuaded me, but they didn't try quite hard enough. All I got from them was a knowing smile, some sly winks and a glimpse of two huge bulging erections inside their tracksuits as their hands wandered down to their crotch areas whilst on my doorstep. Although they looked deliciously sexy, with their short-sleeved shirts revealing smooth, muscular arms, they didn't try quite hard enough to entice me to vote for them. But if they'd accepted my invitation to come inside they might have persuaded me, despite my Socialist views. They said they were in a hurry, so they rushed off before they had seduced my vote.
But at the last local elections two more determined young men from the British National Party knocked on my door. Now I'm quite leftwing in my politics, and the BNP is an extreme rightwing, racist, homophobic Nationalist party. It is against almost everything I stand for.
However, the main point in favor of parties like the BNP and their forerunner, the National Front, is that they attract a lot of extremely handsome, butch, neat-looking young men to their ranks. All rightwing political movements do this; look at the blond Aryan image of the German Nazi Party and the Hitler Youth. Despite their homophobia, the image they project is most definitely homoerotic. You are invited to hero-worship at the altar of their masculine physical beauty and strength.
The BNP (and NF before it) include a lot of young, tough, tattooed skinheads, and in order to project a more respectable image, very handsome, clean-cut young men in suits and ties. I had both on my door; a very sexy-looking skinhead, aged about 19. I almost came in my pants just looking at his powerful tattooed biceps emerging from his check Ben Sherman shirt, and at the huge bulging cock I could see thru his tight faded denim jeans. And as he stood near me on the doorstep I got an overwhelming whiff of his ultra-clean soapy smell. It was as if he'd just jumped out of a bath, and put on clean fresh-smelling laundered clothes; he was butch, but immaculate.
The other guy was in his early 20s, had shortish blond hair, a smart dark gray suit, a white shirt and a blue tie. He moved right up close to me and said: 'We're from the British National Party and we'd like your vote.' He almost whispered this in my ear, and as I smelt his delicious, sexy Tommy Hilfiger after-shave, I was seduced. I invited them both in, and sat between them on the sofa. They obviously sussed I was gay by the pictures on the wall around my room. Indeed they seemed to know as soon as they knocked on my door, like those two Young Conservatives did.
The BNP canvassers asked if I had applied for a postal vote, which I had, and if I'd filled it in yet. I hadn't, so I went and got it. They moved up closer to me on the sofa, and the one in the suit put his hand on my leg above the knee and moved it slowly up towards my crotch. Meanwhile the skinhead placed his muscular, tattooed soapy-smelling arm around my neck, and with his other hand played with my nipples thru my shirt.
'If you fill in this voting form now for our candidate, I'm sure we can make sure you are well satisfied,' whispered the skinhead in my ear, winking and handing me a black marker pen. 'We don't like homos, but it's the immigrants we really have a problem with. We can overlook someone being a queer if they are English and vote for us.'
'That's right,' said the suited BNP member, now blatantly rubbing my cock thru my jeans. It quickly became rock hard. 'If you vote for us, we'll feed you our pure white English spunk and then jerk you off.'
This is what at that moment I wanted more than anything; just to drink their masterful Aryan orgasms, and be jerked off by them. But I knew I had to resist this blatant seduction. However, it was useless. The suited guy now had my fly open and had my cock out, gently massaging it, whilst the skinhead had taken his cock out and was starting to jerk himself off whilst whispering in my ear: 'I'm thinking about my girlfriend, and I'm about to shoot my big thick sweet wad of sperm. D'ya wanna taste my lust for her? It's up to you, I can shoot it into a tissue and flush it down the loo, or I can feed it to you. Think of it, a BNP skinhead's spunky heterosexual orgasm in your mouth! All you have to do is put a cross there!' He indicated the blank square on the ballot form next to the BNP candidate.
Still I resisted, but the suited guy moved in for the kill. He put his lips a hair's breath away from mine, so his Tommy after-shave was overwhelming, and I could also smell his mint-fresh breath from his mouth. 'Do it, and I'll give you a deep, French kiss before we both feed you a delicious sperm cocktail. His heterosexual hot cum and mine, which our girlfriends go crazy for, mixed in your queer mouth, filling it to overflowing. Think about it!' Oh God, how much longer could I resist this ultimate temptation?
He was still jerking my cock, but still I resisted. He kissed me anyway, and I felt all my resistance and strength draining away as his tongue went deep down my throat. I was overwhelmed by his gorgeous minty/Tommy smells. It made me feel dizzy, and then he actually spat a big wad of minty chewing gum from his mouth into mine! I chewed on it eagerly. If his mouth juices tasted so good, and the two of them smelt so delicious, think what a mind-blowing sensation the taste of their combined orgasms would be on my tongue! I'd be crazy to try to resist any longer, I had to submit to their white power!
Next thing the skinhead had stood up, and was wanking his cock an inch from my mouth. The suited guy stood up next to him, took his cock out and both of them were jerking off into my face.
'Open your mouth, you queer cunt. You know you want to drink our loads,' sneered the skinhead. I couldn't resist any longer, so I opened my mouth wide and both of them shot simultaneously, load after load of delicious, thick, sweet BNP spunk filling my mouth to overflowing. The suited guy's saliva-soaked chewing gum in my mouth now became drenched in their combined spunk, and I chewed it, savoring the minty/spunky flavor. Spunk-flavored chewing gum; it could be a big-seller!
'Who's spunk tastes best, his or mine?' asked the skinhead. I carefully took the chewing gum out and then swallowed their loads, stammering thru spunk-covered lips: 'You both taste delicious. The best cum loads I've ever tasted. His is more tangy,' indicating the suited guy.'Your's is so thick and sweet, like double cream'.
'Of course,' sneered the skinhead. 'Pure, unadulterated white man's spunk is what produced the master race. That's why it tastes so delicious, and why we look and smell so good! Smell and lick that!' He pulled up his shirtsleeve to reveal a BNP tattoo incorporating the Union Jack in red, white and blue on his bulging bicep. I loved the soapy smell and taste as I obediently licked my new master's upper arm. I was now crazed with lust!
'That's right,' agreed his suited colleague. 'You will learn to worship the BNP, and us. You will beg for the spunk of any young male BNP member who knocks on your door. You will pay hard cash for it. You're now our slave; a BNP spunk junkie, hooked on the stuff. You will do anything for it!'
I knew they were right. Gay men are putty in the hands of handsome masters like them. They then both grabbed my cock and started playing with it again. They spat on the head, and rubbed their spit slowly in. They even rubbed some of the spunk from their cocks on to the tip of mine till it was a spunky, slimey mess. I was groaning in ecstasy. I was going to cum at any moment. But suddenly they stopped.
'Put your cross on the ballot paper where we tell you, or we walk out now and leave you frustrated. We'll only let you cum if you vote for the BNP. But if you do vote for us, we'll come back every election, and every month if you become a member and donate to our party funds.'
I was utterly seduced. I had to cum now; I had the taste of their delicious spunk, chewing-gum and biceps in my mouth, their orgasms in my belly, and I was filled with crazed lust for them. From hating them for being BNP members, I was now growing very fond of them, in fact having tasted their sperm I now smitten. I was actually was falling in love with my new masters and wanted to serve their every whim. I wanted to be their slave.
I put my cross where they indicated, and true to their word they jerked me off with their spit and cum, both of them massaging my cock and balls at the same time. I shot pints. I was in ecstasy, shooting for my new white masters. 'That's right, shoot for the BNP. The BNP will milk you dry whenever we like,' sneered the skinhead, and I knew he was right. I was their milkcow. They would milk me for cash, my votes and my spunk whenever they wanted.
They then went over to my sideboard and took a big glass jug out, and the skinhead said: 'I hope you're thirsty, cos we need a piss now. You look as if you could do with a nice hot drink to remember us by after we've gone.'
They then filled the big jug with their piss, a disgusting steaming cocktail of urine for me to drink later. But they stood up and made for the loo.
'This goes down your toilet to be flushed away, unless you sign this BNP membership form and write out a standing order for 50 a month,' said the suited guy.
Needless to say I joined the BNP then and there and made out the standing order. To make sure I didn't cancel it, they, or some other handsome young men from the Party, come around once a month and give me a good servicing. The jug of BNP piss was delicious, by the way. I drank it cold, hot, and made tea and coffee with it. I now get a regular supply of hot, fresh piss and spunk from all the young BNP guys who knock on my door.
But the strange thing is, when I talked to a young black guy a few doors away, I found the same thing happened to him, only being black and gay they gave him the double-whammy. He was humiliated for being a gay member of an ethnic minority, the son of Jamaican immigrants. He too was persuaded by a gay S&M scenario to submit to the will of the two handsome BNP thugs, and ended up also voting for their candidate, signing up to their anti-immigration charter, and donating money by monthly banker's order. He told me he could not resist after the two canvassers phoned up for reinforcements, and 20 BNP skinheads came over and gang-raped him into submission. Now he looks forward to his white masters coming to gang-rape him every month. He just enjoys white cock so much, and being their black slave bitch.
When I heard his story, I was so excited I rang Jason, the skinhead who first knocked on my door with his suited friend Rich. Jason said if I increased my monthly BNP standing order to £100 a monthly gang-rape would also be arranged for me. I'm to go to my black neighbor's flat the last Saturday of every month where they will humiliate and gang-rape both of us, so long as we keep our donations flowing into BNP funds.
But it is not just political canvassers who knock on our doors and seduce us. A month later two young American Mormon missionaries turned up on my doorstep. I've always had a thing about these devilishly handsome, clean-cut young men with their smart suits, white shirts, ties, shiny black shoes, short blond hair, black and white name badges (Gary Q. Screwer and Jay A. Cummer) and their sexy American accents. I invited these two in immediately, because they looked and smelt like sexy All-American boys, and I wanted them both. I didn't have to wait long. As soon as they saw the homoerotic pictures on the walls of my flat, they got the message. Instead of turning on their heels and fleeing, as I feared, within 30 minutes I was sucking the hot thick spunk out of the cock of one of them, whilst the other was giving me a good fucking. They never even took their suits off, but this was a turn on for me as I love young guys in suits. They too now come back once a month for a long sex session, and sometimes they send other handsome young Mormon men in twos. So long as I keep donating to the Church of Latter Day Saints, they keep coming; literally. This particular Mormon sect believes in bisexual polygamy, so they all have many partners, both male and female. I enjoy servicing my many Morman 'husbands' regularly. A wife's duties are never done!
Word gets around, because now all sorts of young men knock on my door, knowing they can get a blow-job or a quick shag and money as well. Young postmen, milkmen, even policemen, male paramedics and firemen knock on my door regularly to shag me, fuck my mouth and walk off with cash in hand. I have to keep plenty of ready cash handy as I never know when there'll be another knock on my door.
My address is written up everywhere randy men work around here. The local police station, fire station, even the Territorial Army barracks, as well as the Mormon Church and the local BNP HQ. Even the local all-boys college has my address all over their toilet walls: 'if you want a good shag or blow-job, and to earn some cash at the same time, visit this queer cunt' followed by my address. Handsome and horny 18-22 year old students are knocking on my door several times daily, they can't shoot enough hot college-boy spunk down my throat. One strapping blond student came 10 times in one day, and gave me a good feed of his semen each time.
In fact I've taken in so much young spunk at both ends during the last 6 months, I smell of the stuff. Even my friends now call me Spunky because I reek of the stuff.