Indiscretion

Harry, an insurance salesman for a shady company, found himself in a perilous situation. Caught red-handed by one of his clients, he was now at the mercy of his own indiscretions. With a desperate demeanor and a weakness for temptation, Harry had succumbed to the allure of a married nymphomaniac who happened to be associated with the local nail salon and check cashing service. As he walked down the dimly lit street in his small town, a sudden darkness enveloped him as a hood was forcefully placed over his head. Pushed into the backseat of a waiting car, Harry's voice trembled with confusion, "What is this?" he protested, his sight stolen from him. A chilling voice responded, accompanied by the ominous click of a revolver, "Shut the fuck up. You'll find out soon enough." 

Harry's congested heart raced as the car abruptly came to a halt, jolting him forward. The suddenness of the stop was accompanied by a chilling command to exit the vehicle. A cold, metallic object pressed against his stomach, unmistakably a gun. The hood that had concealed his surroundings was yanked off, revealing a dimly lit spare room.

A voice, emanating from a hidden speaker, filled the room with an eerie presence. "So glad for you to join us, Harry. I have a feeling you know why you are here," the voice announced, sending shivers down Harry's spine. It was the unmistakable voice of Mr. Gidiette, a man of power and influence, and the husband of the woman Harry had been schutpping .

Fear gripped Harry's trembling body as he stammered, "What are you doing to me... I couldn't help myself." But before he could finish his sentence, Gidiette's voice cut him off sharply. "Shut up, Harry," he commanded, his tone dripping with malice. "My associates and I are going to have a little fun with you for the next couple of days."

A wave of panic washed over Harry as he stammered, "Are you going to hurt me?" His voice quivered with fear, desperate for reassurance. Gidiette's response was chillingly sinister. "Only if you don't cooperate... You may feel some pain, but if all goes to plan, you might start to enjoy it," he said, his words laced with sadistic pleasure.

Harry's voice trembled as he asked, "Wh-What does that mean?" The uncertainty in his voice was palpable, his mind racing with horrifying possibilities. Gidiette's response was filled with cruel amusement. "We are going to start in a couple of minutes... Stay there," he said, his laughter echoing through the room, leaving Harry in a state of agonizing suspense.

After what felt like an excruciating half-hour, Harry found himself caught between the clutches of fear and exhaustion. Just as he was about to succumb to the weight of his weariness, Gidiette's voice pierced through the speakers in the Room, jolting Harry back to attention. The sound reverberated in his ears, sending shivers down his spine.

"H-Harry! Don't you dare fall asleep!" Gidiette's words were laced with a sense of urgency, as if time itself was running out. Harry strained his eyes, focusing on the source of the voice. The anticipation in the air was palpable, leaving him on edge.

"Harry, you must be wondering what fate has in store for you... well, my dear, you are about to become our newest sensation," Gidiette explained, him voice dripping with a mix of excitement and menace. The words hung in the air, causing Harry's nerves to intensify.

"Newest sensation?" Harry's voice quivered with nervousness. The implications of Gidiette's words began to sink in, filling him with a sense of dread. His mind raced, desperately searching for a way out of this nightmarish situation.

"Well, you see, I've set up cameras in my bedroom, capturing every intimate moment between you and Gloria. And guess what? I've uploaded the footage to OnlyFans, with all the profits flowing directly into my pockets," Gidiette revealed, him tone laced with a sinister satisfaction. Harry's heart sank, realizing the magnitude of the trap he had fallen into.

"You... you did what? I'm the leader of the local Republican Party! I can't be associated with such scandalous acts!" Harry's voice erupted with a rare display of bravery, his desperation fueling his defiance. He refused to let himself be dragged down by this cruel twist of fate.

Gidiette's voice remained unwavering, him determination unyielding. "That may have been the initial plan, but it seems your ample figure has garnered quite the following among a particular group of gay men. They're clamoring for more content, Harry," she revealed, him words dripping with a chilling mix of amusement and malice.

Fear gripped Harry's heart as he pleaded, "What are you going to do to me? I'll give you money, I'll leave town... anything!" Desperation laced every word, his mind racing for any possible escape.  The words escaped Harry's trembling lips, his voice laced with fear and desperation, "What are you intending to do to me? I'm willing to offer you money, I'll disappear from this town... I'll do anything!" The air grew heavy with uncertainty as his plea hung in the silence.

Gidiette's response was chilling, his voice devoid of empathy as he retorted, "You underestimate me, Harry. Your claims of wealth hold no weight, and I assure you, the satisfaction I derive from this process will exceed your wildest imagination." Him words dripped with a sinister delight, leaving Harry paralyzed with a sense of impending doom 

"But I'm not Gay" screamed Harry.  "Don't knock it until you try it" snickered Gidiette.

A sudden burst of light flooded the room, revealing Harry standing in the center. Gideon's voice echoed through the room, informing Harry that he was being filmed and that his first performance was about to begin.

"This is going to be a solo show, Harry," Gideon's voice commanded. "Start by slowly taking off your clothes, rubbing your body as you go."

Harry stood firm, refusing to comply with such a degrading request. But before he could protest any further, one of Gidiette's henchmen spoke up on the loudspeaker, threatening to harm Harry if he didn't comply.

Caving under the pressure, Harry begrudgingly began removing his shoes and socks. Gideon watched from his private office, a twisted smile spreading across his face as he saw Harry reluctantly strip down.

Next came the trousers, which Harry hesitantly unbuckled and peeled off his body. Gidiette couldn't help but snicker at the sight of Harry's large, pale bottom in nothing but underwear. It was almost comical, but also undeniably arousing.

As the underwear came off, revealing Harry's short and stout member, Gideon ordered him to unbutton his shirt at a snail's pace. With each button undone, more of Harry's chubby chest was revealed - nipples standing at attention and a patch of chest hair tauntingly peeking out.

Finally naked before the camera, Harry looked around the room with a mixture of fear and embarrassment. Gidiette coldly ordered him to sit in a nearby chair and begin touching himself.

Harry's eyes widened in realization of the situation he was in. With no other choice, he reluctantly brought his hand to his limp penis, trying to force some arousal as he performed for an audience he never wanted in the first place.

As Harry's limp and lifeless cock lay in his hand, Gidiette felt a surge of power wash over him. He relished in the control he had over Harry, forcing him to do his bidding with each stroke.

The feeling was intoxicating, and Gidiette knew that he would never tire of this dominating sensation. As Harry continued to stroke his cock at Gidiette's command, Gidiette sneered and ordered him to reach down and rub his own balls.

The sight of Harry's chubby hands clumsily groping his own genitals was almost comical, but the look of shame and humiliation on his face made it clear that he was enjoying the degradation. Gidiette reveled in this knowledge, continuing to taunt and order Harry to perform even more lewd acts.

He commanded Harry to spread his legs wide and play with his ass, watching as Harry's fingers spread his cheeks apart obscenely. The sight sent a surge of pleasure through Gidiette, and he could feel his own arousal growing with each passing moment.

In a desperate need for release, Gidiette urged Harry to insert a finger into his anus, just as he had been told to do. With a sense of satisfaction, Gidiette watched as Harry obediently followed his commands.

But it wasn't enough. Gidiette wanted more. He continued to order Harry to perform degrading acts, like placing his fingers into his mouth and sucking on them before bringing them back down to his ass and inserting them once again.

With each obscene act performed by Harry, Gidiette's arousal grew stronger until he could no longer resist the urge. Quickly unzipping his pants, he freed his own erect member from its confines and began stroking himself as he watched Harry finger fuck himself at Gidiette's command.

In this moment of complete dominance, Gidiette reveled in the sight before him and savored every moment of this degrading spectacle.

Harry's moans reverberated throughout the room, a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment as his own fingers worked him into a frenzy. His cock was now erect and leaking pre-cum, a sure sign of his arousal.

As he continued to stroke himself, Gidiette felt a surge of ecstasy rush through his body. He could feel that he was on the brink of orgasm, and he commanded Harry to move faster. The sounds of their combined moans filled the room, increasing in volume as their pleasure intensified.

With a guttural cry, Gidiette released into the air, feeling the release and satisfaction that came with it. As he focused the camera on Harry's short penis, he watched as cum spurted out of it, coating his belly in a sticky mess before panning away to show the aftermath.

Harry stood in shock, his mouth twitching with disbelief at what had just transpired. He struggled to compose himself but the reality of the situation was overwhelming. With a defeated expression, he made his way towards the nearest chair.

As he sat there, Gidiette's voice boomed over the intercom once again congratulating him on his first performance. Harry blushed with embarrassment at his own enjoyment of the experience, unable to believe what had just happened but knowing it was undeniable.

"We'll be filming again tomorrow-You'll stay here tonight," Gidiette's voice echoed in the room. "I'm never doing anything like that again," Harry declared defiantly. But Gidiette simply chuckled and replied, "Oh I think you will-I have a feeling you enjoyed it more than you're willing to admit."

Harry did not say a word 

The following day, Harry was commanded by the henchmen to step back into the room. Stripped of his clothes, he was left with nothing but a ill-fitting robe. Suddenly, Gidiette's voice echoed through the room via the loudspeaker, sending shivers down Harry's spine. "Have you ever laid eyes on the film 'Emmanuelle', Harry?" she asked, him words dripping with anticipation. Weary and worn, Harry responded, "Yeah, vaguely remember it from the 70's." Gidiette's voice continued, him tone sinister, "Well, tonight we shall recreate a scene from it." Instructing Harry to approach the table, he discovered a grand sequined woman's dress, complete with a zipper at the back. It dawned on him that this was to be his costume for the upcoming film. Overwhelmed, Harry cried out, "No, no... you're attempting to annihilate me!" Just then, two men entered the room, positioning themselves by the door, further restricting Harry's options. Gidiette leaned in, him voice dripping with malice, "Listen closely, Harry. Tonight, we shall attend a party, and you shall be my guest of honor. Put on the dress and wig in the corner. There's makeup on the table... do your best to appear radiant and lively for your grand unveiling. Put on the dress now, for we shall be departing in an hour."

A sense of overwhelming emotion washed over Harry as he reluctantly faced his fate. He prided himself on being open-minded and accepting towards trans individuals, yet there was a nagging feeling that this was all an orchestrated plot to humiliate him in the most public manner possible. His every move was scrutinized by the sharp gaze of the guards as he began to shed his robe and embark on his transformation. As he stood exposed, he couldn't help but run his fingers absentmindedly through his chest hair, reflecting on the events of the previous day's filming. Slipping into the delicate fabric of the dress, he couldn't deny that it accentuated his features in ways he never could have imagined - hugging his breasts and molding tightly around his behind. Surprisingly, he found himself becoming fully engrossed in the process, skillfully applying lipstick and eyeshadow with ease. And when he finally completed his metamorphosis, he couldn't tear his gaze away from the striking reflection staring back at him in the mirror, seeing himself from a completely new and unexpected perspective.

As the Henchmen commanded, Harry, dressed in feminine attire, was forcefully ushered into the car. Gidiette, waiting inside, greeted him. “Fucking your wife was not worth this…you know I was not the first…she said you were a fruit” Harry snorted Harry scoffed. Annoyed, Gidiette snapped, "“Shut the fuck up!" After calming down, Gidiette glanced at Harry and remarked, "I adore how your chest hair peeks out from the top."

Upon arriving at the party, the room was dimly lit, filled with unfamiliar faces. Gidiette placed a hand on Harry's lower back, parading him around to impress the other guests. Harry felt utterly humiliated, the dress constricting and the shoes agonizing. As they reached the center of the room, the lights brightened, casting a spotlight on the peculiar duo of Gidiette and Harry in a dress. Gradually, Harry realized the party was being filmed, and the darkness shrouding everyone else was intentional, concealing their identities. Gidiette turned to Harry and whispered, "I chose this dress for you mainly because the zipper will make it easier to remove."

Before this thought fully registered with Harry he felt  Gidiette pull down the zipper and attempt to slide the dress off.  The tightness of the dress caused it to get stuck around Harry's belly to which the party guests began pulling at the garment until it tore off.  Harry was soon fully naked among the crowed of men.  He felt hands from behind him squeeze his upper chest like they were a woman's breasts. Then felt someone pull on his testicles from below him. A hand went to Harry's crotch, rubbing his manhood. The men around him began to disrobe. Soon the crowd was a sea of men in various states of undress. Some with shirts opened, some fully nude. Some were hard, some were not. There was a variety of penises in all shapes and sizes. As the hands groped and stroked, a unfamiliar sensation arose in Harry. To his own surprise, he was not resisting.  The minute Harry opened his mouth, a dick was shoved in it, which began moving back and forth until Harry began to suck it.  At the same time, Harry felt himself getting lubed up from behind, soon to become host to a strangers hard penis, the initial pain caused Harry to yelp. But the man kept pushing and the pain soon subsided. Soon the crowd had surrounded him in a circle, stroking their cocks, ready for their turn with the newly discovered Harry. Somewhere along the way, the dress had been lost, leaving Harry nude and fully accessible. The crowd of men, having formed a queue, eagerly awaited their turn, their lust apparent. Harry, who was not gay, nor had any previous sexual relations with another man, had now become a slut for the male crowd. As the next cock approached, Harry, no longer a Republican, welcomed the stranger's advances. The man grabbed his head, directing him to take the full length into his mouth. The thrusting and gagging caused the cock to slip out and a wave of semen splattered across Harry's face. The crowd, seeing their comrade's climax, erupted, shooting their loads onto Harry, covering his fleshy body in a thick, white fluid. The smell was intense, invading his senses, driving him wild. The sensation was overwhelming, sending him into a frenzy. His body, glistening with sweat, writhed, craving more. The men, sensing his hunger, obliged, each taking a turn to ravage his mouth and anus.  His body had been transformed, becoming a vessel for the carnal pleasures of the male population. His mind, however, had yet to be fully corrupted. As the night drew to a close, the men, having fully expended themselves, slowly filed out, leaving Harry alone, covered in their residue. His body ached, his anus, sore and tender, a reminder of the events that transpired.  Harry realized he recognized one person in the sea of men, the town's minister who had  a worried look on his face and did not participate in Harry's defiling.

"You have risen from star to legend" Gidiette sneered sarcastically as he stepped from behind the camera "Fortunately or Unfortunately for you..we still have more filming.

After being granted permission to shower, Harry wearily returned to the spare room to receive his latest set of filming instructions. This time, a flat screen TV in the room showcased Harry's OnlyFans page, streaming last night's explicit footage. Despite feeling a wave of disgust at the person he had become, Harry couldn't resist watching. Gidiette announced that Harry would be paired w for today's filming, and he was promptly escorted to another room where he found the town's minister trembling in the corner. Gidiette's voice boomed through the loudspeaker once again, introducing Dr. Davenport as Harry's co-star, who had also engaged in an affair with Gidiette's wife. Harry, growing bolder, retorted, "Gidiette, maybe if you had fucked your wife once in a while, none of us would be in this mess." Suddenly, a henchman barged in and delivered a punch to Harry's stomach, causing him to collapse onto the floor. "We can't harm the talent, but you'll pay for that comment, Harry," Gidiette mockingly remarked. Gidiette's attention was diverted when he received an urgent phone call, instructing Harry and Dr. Davenport to introduce themselves. 

Harry approached the minister, a stranger to him, and initiated a conversation. "I'm Harry," he introduced himself. "I'm Dr. Davenport, the local church minister," replied Dr. Davenport. In an attempt to lighten the mood, Harry made a joke, "Looks like we'll have to attend church tomorrow morning to seek forgiveness for our sins." Dr. Davenport smiled. Harry and Dr. Davenport sat there, uncertain of what would unfold. Both men shared their stories and reflected on how they ended up in this situation. Harry found himself strangely drawn to Dr. Davenport. They discovered a common weakness for indulging in sweets and fatty foods, which had taken a toll on their waistlines. As time went by, they gradually opened up to each other. Dr. Davenport's loveless marriage seemed destined to end once the news of the affair and the potential tape of him and Harry were exposed, possibly forcing him to seek a new position. Harry, having been divorced twice, acknowledged his shortcomings as a husband and had recently fallen into a mild depression, causing setbacks in his professional life and leading him towards conservative politics. Despite grappling with their own personal challenges, the men formed an innate connection that brought some solace to Dr. Davenport's anxious state. "I can't believe this is unfolding before my eyes," muttered Dr. Davenport. Harry concurred, saying, "I never anticipated my life taking such a drastic turn either." When Dr. Davenport revealed that he had observed Harry the previous night, Harry felt a mixture of shame and exhilaration at having been caught in such an intense moment with another man. "Something came over me," Harry confessed, "and I couldn't resist its pull." In that moment, he was consumed by conflicting emotions - guilt and longing - as he struggled to make sense of his actions and feelings towards Dr. Davenport.

With that admission, Gidiette's voice resounded once more through the loudspeaker. "Alright, enough wasting time... Harry, your task is to initiate our esteemed minister today, for everyone to witness... In a few moments, I want you to engage in sodomy with Dr. Davenport, so we can prepare him for his public debut, just like yours last night... In a moment, I will give the signal." Harry softly murmured to Dr. Davenport, "I will attempt to be gentle," to which the minister grasped his hand. In that fleeting instant, something shifted within Harry, whether it was Dr. Davenport's scent or tenderness, something clicked, and he could perceive it in the minister's eyes that a similar transformation had occurred.

Gidiette's melodic voice chimed in over the intercom, interrupting the tender moment between Harry and Dr. Davenport. "Harry, it's time to focus on the task at hand," she said. With a slow nod, Harry rose from his seat and Gidiette ordered him to undress. The soft fabric of his robe slipped off his body, leaving a crumpled pile on the floor. Standing before the camera, naked and exposed, he approached Dr. Davenport with a gentle and reassuring demeanor. As Dr. Davenport began to undress, the tension in the room grew palpable, the prospect of penetration looming. A silent understanding passed between Harry and Dr. Davenport as they met each other's gaze.

Slowly, Harry helped Dr. Davenport out of his shirt, reveling in the sight of his ample chest and nipples. He began to gently rub and caress them, eliciting soft moans from the minister. With a gentle push, Harry guided Dr. Davenport onto the bed, their bodies now fully exposed and vulnerable.

As if drawn by an invisible force, their lips met in a deep and passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together in perfect harmony. Breaking away from the kiss, Harry moved down Dr. Davenport's body with purpose, skillfully removing his pants and underwear to reveal a delicate cock.

Both men were now completely naked, their bodies glistening with sweat as they eagerly explored each other's desires. The heat between them was undeniable, anticipation building with each passing moment.

With expert precision, Harry continued to kiss around Dr. Davenport's pelvic region before taking his member into his mouth. As he began to suck with increasing intensity, he inserted his fingers inside Dr. Davenport's tight ass, causing him to moan and buck his hips in pleasure.

With one hand stroking Dr. Davenport's cock and the other working inside him, Harry brought the minister to a state of ecstasy. As Dr. Davenport begged for more, Harry lifted his head and asked if he wanted to taste him as well.

Without hesitation, Dr. Davenport stared intently at Harry's penis, contemplating the fact that this was the first time he had ever had a man in his mouth. With a sense of curiosity and excitement, he engulfed Harry's manhood in the moist warmth of his mouth, making both men moan in pleasure.

 

Years had passed since Harry had last experienced the pleasure of a blowjob. But as the minister's lips and tongue worked magic on his throbbing member, he was reminded of just how quickly his body could respond to such exquisite attention. The steaminess of the act sent a surge of desire through Gidiette's loins, adding to the already intense sensations coursing through him.

"Boys, suck his big cock," came the commanding voice of Gidiette, urging them on. "Make him cum all over you." With a look of pure bliss on his face, Harry continued thrusting into the minister's mouth, relishing in the unparalleled ecstasy it brought forth.

But soon, it was time to move on to the next level of pleasure. Dr. Davenport was turned around on all fours, presenting himself to Harry. Taking a cue from the night before, Harry wasted no time in placing his face against the minister's backside, plunging his eager tongue into his anus. The minister moaned and shook under this new sensation.

Satisfied with his work, Harry stood up and pressed the head of his penis against Dr. Davenport's tight opening. It took some effort, but eventually he managed to break through and enter him fully. "How are you feeling?" Harry asked breathlessly. "Like the luckiest minister in the world," came the reply.

With each thrust, both men cried out in pleasure, their bodies moving in perfect synchronization. Harry reached around and began stroking the minister's erect member as they continued their passionate dance. The room echoed with their moans and grunts as they pushed each other closer to the brink of ecstasy.

Feeling like he was about to burst, Harry quickened his pace until finally he could hold back no longer. He exploded inside the minister in a wave of overwhelming pleasure, sending them both into a state of euphoria. 

 

The weight of Harry's body pressed down on the minister, their chests rising and falling in unison as they caught their breath. With a mischievous grin, Harry flipped onto his back and took Dr Davenport's penis into his mouth. The taste was salty and musky, but he couldn't get enough, hungrily swallowing every drop of hot liquid that flooded into his mouth. It was like indulging in a sweet treat, one that both he and Dr Davenport enjoyed with equal pleasure. As they lay there, tangled in each other's limbs, the scent of arousal hung heavy in the air, filling them with a sense of satisfaction and contentment.

Unbeknownst to Harry and Dr Davenport, a swarm of police officers stormed into the control room, their weapons drawn and ready. They quickly apprehended Gidiette and his henchmen, who were caught red-handed with stolen goods and evidence of their criminal activities. As they were being escorted out of the studio in handcuffs, the lead police officer glanced over at Harry and Dr Davenport, who were locked in an intimate embrace. He raised an eyebrow in confusion and asked, "Is this part of the crime?"

The police chief shook his head and replied with a small chuckle, "No, I don't think so. Looks like they're just happy to see each other."