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The Cunt Chronicles (part 1)
Becoming a Cunt
Hendrik and I had been lovers for some time. Actually, for about a little too long, because I had started to get a bit bored by him, although I loved him and didn't want to leave him. He was a handsome guy, a little smaller than me, but with a defined muscular chest, very smooth. He had this ageless Asian look that I liked very much, and he was a tough business man, even in bed. He demanded trust and was very much into a monogamous relationship, but being faithful to him got more difficult for me over time, but of course, I knew that he wouldn't allow being cheated upon.
One night he suggested that we would meet at a gay bar after work. It was more of a gay SM place I had never been to before, so I was all the more willing to see something new. It was rather busy and I spotted some of his friends among the crowd. We sat at the counter just next to a big screen where they showed erotic videos and pictures. The screen distracted me somewhat, so I didn't realize that our conversation took a bad turn: Hendrik inquired about a guy named Bastian and I denied to know somebody by this name. Hendrik said that he could refresh my memory and pressed a button on some remote control. A picture of a handsome blond appeared on the screen. I was rather surprised, because that was a guy I knew and his name was Bastian, but I kept on denying that I knew him. Then a video started and everybody in the bar could see me having sex with Bastian. When I stammered an excuse, Hendrik slapped me in the face and got angry. I thought that it was a good idea to get out of this place, because he really seemed enraged and I felt bad about the projection of a video involving me. This was too humiliating. So I started to run to the entrance, when a tall muscled guy held me back. Hendrik introduced the guy, his nick name was "executioner" or "torturer" and Hendrik told me that I would appreciate his art at some point in the evening. Before I even could get scared, my hands were shackled and Hendrik tore off my shirt. I stood there bare-chested in a bar with fully clothed man. Hendrik spat in my face and I could now see me on the big screen with spit running down my face and chest. Hendrik announced to the crowd that I had cheated on him and that I was to be put on trial here at the bar. Everyone was invited to take part. Then he told me that nothing had to be concealed before the court and with that people cut down my trousers and underwear so that I was fully naked and on display in the middle of the bar and on the big screen.
While my feet were shackled with a spreader bar, a defense counsel was allotted to me. The guy didn't seem to be very happy to take over the task. He came over to me in order to have a private conversation, as private as it may get in a crowded bar. He told me that my cause was doomed, because the evidence was quite clear. So he recommended me to collaborate with the court in order to spare me a harsh sentence. He wanted me to confess everything to him, but I was somewhat reluctant. So he slapped me, telling me that it was no good to be secretive with one's legal counsel, and that I had to suffer the consequences. He explained to me that the people at the bar were the invited jury that would sentence me. When I complained that there were Hendrik's friends among them, he laughed and said that they were all his friends and that I had nothing to hope for. When I said that this was not justice he laughed again and said that for a cheater like me it was.
The torturer had changed. He was now bare-chested. A whip was attached to his leather trousers. He put a collar around my neck and attached my cuffed wrists behind my head to the collar. My armpits were exposed now. With the spreader bar between my feet I could hardly walk, but the torture pushed me forward and lifted me on a small platform in front of the jury. That was to be my place during the trial. He positioned himself by my side with his whip in his hand.
Hendrik then made me swear that I would only say the truth. Pointing to the torturer, he explained that all lies would be punished. Then he asked me whether I would plead guilty. Of course, I replied that I wasn't guilty. I would have better pleaded guilty, because Hendrik nodded to the torturer who began to apply his whip to my back. After some ten or so beatings I began to be in agony. Since I began to flinch, my hands were attach to some sort of handrail at the rear side of the platform and the spreader bar to a ring on the floor. I couldn't move anymore and the flogging continued on my breast and belly. I got red all over.
Then I was asked again, and I explained that I didn't really want to cheat on my lover. Another flogging followed. Then Hendrik said that a witness would be called and the court adjourned for half an hour. I was left on the platform and some interested guys came over and touch my sore body all over. Some of them spat on me.
After everybody had taken their places once again, the witness came in. It was Bastian. He was sworn in and asked whether he knew me. He answered affirmatively. He told the court that he had had sex with me (and how often) and that I had cheated on Hendrik. Then my defense counsel asked some questions, among them whether it was me who had approached him and whether he had known that I was in a relationship. He confirmed that I had been very keen on getting laid by him and had actually approached him, but he also admitted that he had known about my relationship, because he and Hendrik had been close friends. My counsel actually did his work quite well, because it turned out that Hendrik and Bastian had set up my first meeting with Bastian, in order to test my faithfulness. Hendrik had bet that I wouldn't cheat on him and Bastian had wanted to prove the opposite. Actually, I was easy prey.
I was somehow relieved, because even if it didn't prove my innocence, Bastian's testimony should have an attenuating effect. But I was very wrong. Bastian was dismissed by the court, he passed by me and spat on me. Hendrik then asked the jury whether I was guilty and they all shouted that I was. Hendrik then asked me whether I wanted to comment on the jury's verdict. I stammered that I was the victim of a set-up and apologized for my wrong-doings. The torturer took off the spreader bar and released me from the handrail, he then put a leash on my collar and tore on it, signaling to follow him. He guided me to a St.-Andrew's cross. I was fixed to the cross with my face towards the crowd. This was obviously the place where I should receive my punishment. Some people in the crowd shouted that I should be castrated. A wicked-looking doctor came forward and examined my body, especially my cock and balls which were very exposed. I began to feel a certain uneasiness. Then Hendrik came to me, addressing the crowd:
"This rat has cheated upon me. And we will make sure that this won't happen again." Once again, people shouted that I should be castrated. "But I will be lenient. He is allowed to cum one last time by Bastian's hands." Loud cheering from the crowd. Bastian came up to me and started to kiss me. I immediately got a hard-on. Somebody commented that this proved once more how guilty I was. Then Bastian took my dick and rubbed it with one hand, playing with my nipples with the other and kissing me at the same time. It didn't take him long to get me close. He was an expert lover. After another couple of minutes I came in his hand. He made me lick off my cum. Some of it ran down my chin. I must have looked like a slut. Then it was the doctor's turn again. He put a bucket between my legs and a blindfold over my eyes. Then I felt some metal at my crotch. Were these the instruments used to castrate me? The cold metal on my dick and scrotum really felt bad. I started to panic. He made me inhale something that calmed me, but the panic didn't really subside. Was that a pair of scissors around my cock and balls? I felt the doctor's grip on my balls and the metal between my legs, then I passed out...
(to be continued)