Betrayed!_(1)

Betrayed!
By
Randy MacAnus

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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.