Betrayed!_(1) by Randy MacAnus

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Randy MacAnusAll rights reserved by the author.

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I’m straight. I’m sure of that. But you’d never know it, with all the stuff I’ve been through! My name is Maximillian Marx. Yeah, I know. Tell me about it. Everyone calls me Max, thank heavens, but even then, the name ‘Max Marx’ still causes snickers.

Anyway I grew up on a farm in Kansas way back in the day. No Internet. No sex education. No personal computers. No Playboys in our little farming community’s general store. At least not where a kid could get at them. So we learned sex by the braille method, so to speak.

My dad was first generation German and my mom was first generation Swedish. My older brother’s name is Karl. My father was a cruel man. Karl took after my father. He was 6’3” and 210 pounds of solid muscle. He had black hair and blue eyes and was broad shouldered and hairy chested at the age of twenty. He never lifted weights, but working on our farm, he didn’t have to! If my father (we never called him ‘dad’) hadn’t had some gray hair, they would have looked like brothers.

I was two years younger, and took after my mother. Small boned and slender, with shaggy blond hair and blue eyes. I didn’t even need to shave. As I also worked on the farm, I had good definition. What they call ‘cut’ these days.

But there was no way I was ever going to bulk up. At eighteen I was 5′ 7” and 140 pounds, and that’s as big as I would ever get. I had a 38” chest, which looked good on my small slender frame, and a 27” waist. I was a huge disappointment to my father, who felt that a real man would never look like that. He was actually embarrassed by me.

Needless to say, my brother was the favorite. It was made quite clear that he would inherit the farm and I would get nothing. My mother was too afraid of my father to stand up to him, but she was nice to me when he wasn’t around. If that makes me sound like a mama’s boy, well it didn’t work out that way.

I was always determined to prove my father wrong, and I would not allow my mother to make me soft. Not that she really tried. She was nice to me, but she was a classic taciturn Swede. Not much affection.

Anyway, I had girl friends because I was cute and had a ‘nice personality.’ Some of them wanted to mother me. Dumped them quick! As I got older, I was looking for one who would put out. The closest I got was a couple of months before Senior Prom, when I started dating Sharon Wilson.

Sharon was a dark-haired Amazon with piercing blue eyes, a toned body (she worked on a farm too) and a firm pair of c-cup tits. She was also six feet tall, and just the thought of climbing that mountain made my dick drip! The thing was, she was very dominant. As our relationship developed, I found being dominated and humiliated really turned me on. Go figure.

After we’d been making out for a while, she let me cop a feel of her tits. She said I stunk at feeling her up. If I wanted to get anywhere I was going have to do exactly as she instructed, and learn how to please a woman, or it was over.

Well, feeling up her boobs was as far as I’d ever gone! Hell, if it meant getting farther, and better yet, learning what turned a gal on, I’d do any damn thing she wanted!

At least that’s what I thought starting out. From that point on she took total control. The first thing that always happened was I had to strip naked. Over time she taught me how to kiss, feel up her boobs, touch and caress most of the rest of her, until the only thing left was her pussy.

I never got to touch that with my hands, only my mouth and tongue. And I loved it! It somehow felt right to be naked and on my knees, with her fully dressed except for no panties. Whenever she would expose anything I would be blindfolded, so when I said I learned by the Braille method…

To make sure I didn’t use my hands, she would tie my wrists behind my back. All of this made my dick so hard I could have poked it through a two by four! The problem was she never made any effort to get me off, so I had to jerk myself raw afterward.
After a few times eating her twat, she asked me if I jerked off afterward. I blushed bright red and she cracked up laughing. After that, she made me stand there naked and jack off while she watched. Gosh, I loved the humiliation—and the danger! We always did our thing outside in the woods. Good thing it was a warm spring!

Finally, I worked up the nerve to ask her if she could get me off. If I’d known what was coming, I never would have asked. She made me suck on her fingers, then she put two of them up my butt, while I was still blindfolded and with my hands tied. Surprise!

She also started tying my hands differently. Now, instead of taping my wrists together, she taped each wrist to the opposite arm above the elbow. This gave her full access to my butt. And I was helpless to stop her. She knew just where the prostate was. At the time I didn’t even know it existed! Holy Crap!!!

The trouble was she didn’t stop there. The next time it was three fingers. The time after that was four. The next time she worked my ass over with a small, greased up cucumber. Still blindfolded, so boy was that unexpected! When the pain subsided, it actually felt damn good.

Once she had established that routine, no more grease for the cucumber. She made me lick and suck on the cucumber to lube it before it went into my butt. And the cucumbers kept getting bigger. I really didn’t like that, but she didn’t care. If I wanted her to get me off, this was how it was going to be.

She even made me learn to deep throat the damn thing! When I did I left teeth marks on the cucumber, which pissed her off. The dad of one of her girlfriends was a dentist, and Sharon got one of those jaw opener things from her.

From then on, I got throat fucked before I got butt fucked by that cucumber. The helplessness and humiliation were a phenomenal turn-on for me, but I really did not like having that thing in me!

That said, because of what she had taught me, I learned to get myself off using my own fingers, which saved my dick from getting so raw. Why it never occurred to me to lube my dick, is beyond me. I guess that just shows how little I knew about sex stuff.

Once I learned how to finger my own prostate, I told her I’d had enough, because it was too much like taking a dick. She said fine, we could either break up, or we could go back to me just pleasing her, then me jacking off while she watched. I agreed, but only because she promised me that I would lose my virginity the night of senior prom. Boy was I looking forward to that!

Two things changed. From then on, when it was time for me to jack off, she still untied my hands of course, but I had to keep the blindfold on. Since we always did this in the woods, I never knew if anyone else might be watching. Another big turn-on! But also very scary.

Everything went fine for the next two weeks until prom night. There was no way I was getting either my father’s or brother’s truck, so she drove. That somehow seemed fitting, as she’d been in complete control from the beginning.

The drinking age in Kansas was 21 and I didn’t dare come home drunk, so I avoided the punch bowl which was always spiked at the prom. After the prom (boring) she drove up a dirt road into the woods, somewhere between our farms, which were about five miles apart.

Before we left the high school parking lot she made me strip naked and ride in the back of the truck, leaving my clothes with her, in the cab. Thank heavens we left early, and no one was near where we were parked!

I was afraid she was going to turn on the rear facing work lights, which would have lit up the truck bed. But she didn’t. I scrunched down whenever a car went past, but I don’t think anyone saw. Sharon giggled every time I did that.

When we stopped, she ordered me out of the truck and taped up my arms and blindfolded me. She locked up the truck so I knew I couldn’t get to my clothes unless she wanted me to.

Then she put a dog collar around my neck and snapped a leash on it. That was new and scary and exciting. She ordered me to my knees. I was apprehensive about having sex in the middle of the road, even if the road was almost never used. At least I hoped so! I wasn’t familiar with it. But I was too turned on about the approaching sex to object.

Then she did something I didn’t like. She made me open my mouth wide and quick stuck in the dental jaw opener thing before I knew what was happening. That’s the problem with blindfolds. You never know what’s coming. I tried to protest, but you really can’t be understood with one of those things in your mouth!

Then she made me get up and started walking me down the dirt road. Now I was really scared. When I’d been naked with her before, my clothes had always been right there. Now I was heading further and further away from them, while bound and blindfolded, and with my clothes locked up in the truck. She continued to walk and I continued to stumble along behind, as she guided me by tugging the leash.

Then she turned up a path into the woods that seemed to curve all over the place. I had no idea where I was or how to get back to my clothes. My dick was hard and dripping, but I was terrified. After what seemed like forever, Sharon led me into what I sensed might be a small hunter’s cabin.