FOREWORD

I don't know if there will ever be Vignette # 2 or sketch # 3, but if such should arise in my mind I'll have ready made rubric for them.

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At five in the afternoon on this early spring day the sun was already casting vestige. As Connor climbed the steps to the stoop of the red brick row home his whole consistence was sensitized in anticipation of what would be required of him this day. He had a sense for it because he'd been ordered to take a purgative the day before and restrict himself to clear liquidity. He didn't ring the chime or belt because he was expected at just this time.

He entered the front hallway and turned to the right. Through an arch he saw the familiar drafting room. It was elegantly, though sparely furnished. But today there was a new part of furniture. A wide leather diwan was placed in the very center field of the room, and on it, lying on his side, his head propped on one hand, was a defenseless man. He watched Connor expectantly.

"Connor, this is Eric,"said Rachel. She was youthful middle age, her whisker drawn into a chignon, and wearing a plain entire skirted, burgundy taffeta garb with rival hound. Her bearing was stately.

"Would you remove all your clothes here, where Eric can catch you ?"

Connor moved to the indicated place and hung his suit coat on the back of a nearby chair. He sat down to slip off his skid and socks and began unbuttoning his shirt. When he stood to fetch up with his shirt, baring his chest, it became obvious where Eric's predilection lay. By the sentence Connor had removed the rest of his clothes, Eric's erecting was complete.

Connor's own privates quickened as he basked in the abasement of being displayed to this man as a sex object.

"Alright, Connor, now I want you to spike yourself on Eric and bring him to climax."

A seeable wave of muscle contraction traversed Connor's venter. He had never been with a man. The scene was daunting and tantalizing, especially knowing Rachel would be watching. He approached and Eric obligingly turned on his back and raised his branch to savvy the decorative Emily Post placed crosswise at the end of the lounge. He was about Connor's size of it and age and beautifully muscled. Connor placed one knee on the near face of the lounge and swung his other across Eric so that he was kneeling at the right place. He was vividly aware of his legs enclosing the suave skin of Eric's face and hip joint. When the tip of his still mostly flabby penis trailed across the pilus on Eric's belly it stiffened a bit more.

He reached keister and took Eric's erecting in his hand and guided the tip to his anus. He leaned back, against Eric. It took some maneuvering to channelise the other man into himself. And it was painful, but a receive pain. Finally the mind of the phallus passed the anatomical sphincter, causing more painfulness for Connor and much pleasance for Eric. He grinned up at Connor and arched his hips.

Now that the erection could slide into him fully, Connor was overcome by a good sense that he had, indeed, been impaled, that he was a forfeit for Rachel. He arched his back, to better experience the invasion. But then his painful sensation began to be mixed with pleasure. As he moved forward and back it was as if he were pumping more and more than blood into his own penis. His breathing time quickened.

"time lag,"said Rachel."Can you hesitate a bit ?"She raised a camera to her eye and tripped a flashbulb."I'll have this enlarged and hang it over the fireplace."Connor experienced an titillating tingle at the prospect of his humiliation being displayed at Rachel's whim to who knew how many people.

"Now, Connor, don't come before Eric is done. OK. Resume."

They did, with Eric taking over the calendar method. Connor's erection was as potent and hard as it had ever been. His demand left no elbow room for any early thought process. He tried to slacken his breathing until Eric came with a cry. At that Rachel gripped Connor and stroked him up and down. He panted loudly until his semen sprayed over Eric's chest and he collapsed on the early man. At that Eric slipped out of him and Rachel laid her paw affectionately on the topographic point where he had been. The two men's orgasms gradually subsided and Rachel told them to take a exhibitioner together.

The shower was boastfully enough for two, with nozzles above and on three sides. Because he was still within Rachel's sphere, Connor remained inactive when Eric stroked him lightly. Rubbed a mammilla with his forefinger. Cupped his orb. It was not unpleasant. Connor accepted the salvific pressure when Eric washed his sore anus with his soapy hand.

After toweling off the men re-entered the drawing off room where Rachel was sitting relaxed in an easy chairman. Connor kneeled before her. Eric dressed in denim and a tee shirt and quietly exited the house. Alone now they watched Connor 's phallus grow. He offered the erection to Rachel for her further amusement.

AFTERWORD

lots thanks to visioneer at LushStories.com for helping to fine tune this little piece of writing .