Ultimate Humiliation (part 3)
I was on top of the world when my wife caught me in an affair and my life became one humiliation after another. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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The next morning Mary told me that I was to blow Brad any time he asked me to. I wasn't surprised, given all that had happened. What surprised me was that I was actually beginning to like blowing him, though I could never admit it. Mary making me blow him on demand was just another level of humiliation.
On Wednesday morning I recieved a call from Brad.
"Do you have any time for me today?" asked Brad.
"I can see you at 1pm," I replied.
"Ok," Brad answered, "I'll come to your office."
I hung up and immediately realized I had invited Brad to my office for a blowjob. I couldn't blow him in my office because of all the windows. I wondered where I could blow him in privacy. There was a small four person conference room that had no windows. I called my administrative assistant and asked her to reserve it for me at 1, and that I was not to be disturbed. I sure couldn't have my employees know I was a cocksucker!
Brad arrived a little before 1 and I greeted him. I led him to the small conference room and closed the door behind us and locked it. "I know this is really difficult for you," he said, "no man should endure what Mary is putting you through."
"I agree," I replied, "but I really fucked up, and brought it on myself."
I got to my knees and Brad unzipped. As I sucked him I realized that I really liked doing this, and wondered how many more guys I might end up sucking. The sucking would be ok if the humiliation could be avoided. I sucked him and soon my efforts were rewarded. I found that I actually liked him cumming in my mouth. I was becoming a faggot. I vowed to pretend I was being forced to suck – I couldn't have anything think that I liked it!
Brad left and I continued my work day.
Friday arrived and I was looking forward to cumming again, but apprehensive about how Mary would escalate my humiliation.
After undressing, Mary led me into the living room. Once again the drapes were wide open. She cuffed my hands removed the CBT.
"This week we begin something new," Mary explained.
Instead of blowing Brad," tonight you will blow ten men who know you. They will see you and know that you blew them, but you won't know who they are. They are randomly chosen from the people you know – some from work, some from the community, and perhaps some from church. As you go through your day you will never know who you interact with that knows your secret."
My heart lept as I realized the exposure I was facing. "Please Mary," I begged, "don't do this to me!"
"The arrangements have already been made and the men are waiting," she responded, "even if I cancel they will know your secret just the same."
"Is there anything at all I can do to change your mind?" I pleaded.
"I understand how humiliating this is, and I really do feel sorry for you," she said, "but this cannot be aborted."
I took a few deep breaths to ready myself for my ordeal. Mary opened the door to the garage and brought in ten men, naked, but wearing identical black ski masks. I had no way of identifying the men, but they could clearly see me kneeling there, naked and ready to blow them.
They approached and began to surround me. Mary stopped them and arranged them so they didn't block the view of the camera people outside the window. She moved them into a suck line before me. I sucked each of them, swallowing their loads. They were silent, probably not wanting to risk my recognizing their voices. As I finished sucking each guy, they stood off to the side, watching me suck the others. After finishing the last guy, they stood and watched Mary jack me off and feed me my cum.
The men then left. I stood and Mary put the CBT back on me and removed the handcuffs. "I didn't want them to see the CBT because I wanted the guys to think you did this voluntarily."
She was cruel indeed in her humiliation of me.
"How was that?" Mary asked.
"I am so ashamed I cannot find the words for it," I responded.
"We will do this for another five weeks. The men will be randomly selected from all the men you know. Some will be repeats, but most will not. At the end, you will have blown about half the people you know, without knowing exactly who.
"How do you feel?" Mary asked, "ok, but my stomach feels a little uneasy."
"You've swallowed a lot of cum," she said, "but you didn't throw up, so ten loads are not too many for you."
Mary dismissed me and I left. I didn't know how I would cope now, not knowing if the people I was with knew my secret – and would they keep my secret, or would everyone know soon?
I slept uneasily that night, and was glad that I had to weekend to adjust.
The next week I was extremely nervous on Monday. Every time I saw someone joking around I wondered if it was at my expense. I decided that I could drive myself crazy by second-guessing all that was happening. Brad stopped by for blowjobs twice, which I enjoyed.
On Thursday I received an anonymous email from a guy who identified themselves as "load4u". It simply said:
"I really enjoyed your blowjob last Friday – you seemed to like it, and I would love another, if you are willing. I will be discrete and await your reply."
Getting that email scared me. I really didn't have anything to risk by responding, since he already knew I was a cocksucker. I sent a quick reply and asked when he would like to meet, and sent it off.
I few hours later I received a reply from him – he identified himself and I immediately recognized him as Brent, one of my senior math modelers. He asked if he could stop by my office at 5pm, and I replied that it would work.
At 5pm Brent stopped by my office and we went to the small conference room, where I locked the door behind us. "I feel really uneasy about approaching you like this," Brent said.
"I'm uneasy about it also," I said, "so lets just get to it."
Brent unzipped and I dropped to my knees. I sucked him for about five minutes and he came. He thanked me repeatedly and I asked him how often he would want to come back for more." He was a little tongue-tied, but blurted out, "how about twice a week?"
I agreed and told him to schedule 5pm appointments with my administrative assistant, for "Model updates".
He thanked me and left, and I went home.
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