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Her name was Vicki and she had a profound impact on my life. I first met Vicki back at university during orientation and she very quickly put her mark on me. What followed was a two year, highly toxic relationship. At the time, Vicki was a free spirited buxom blonde with a dominant streak. She was tall, overwhelmingly so and spent plenty of time, sculpting her body to perfection through daily routines of aerobics and light weightlifting. In other words, she was a goddess and I couldn’t believe that she wanted me, of all people. I later realized that I was an easy mark, someone who would bend to her every whim with little resistance. I became her sub and I liked it.
Despite the fact this was well over twenty years ago, I still think about her. She put me through hell constantly and would always find was to push my boundaries, taking me out of my comfort zone, with the sole purpose of tormenting me. Our sex life was odd, mostly because we never had ‘sex’ in the traditional sense. In fact, we never had any sort of penetrative sex at all, ever. The first time she saw me naked, she howled with laughter, mocking my lack of endowment and declaring that I was not a man, nor was I a boy. After her giggle-fest, she hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties to the ground. I knew what I had to do. I fell to my knees and licked her privates.
She wrapped her thighs around my head and encouraged me to continue. Forty minutes later, I brought her to orgasm using nothing but my talented tongue. Looking up at her, I felt proud that I was able to make her feel so good. Unfortunately, she had no intention of returning the favor. In fact, she howled with laughter when I rose from the floor, with my proud little boner, ready to penetrate her. Gently, she put a hand on my chest, stopping me from going any further, “what do you think you’re doing little man?” she teased. All too suddenly, I felt foolish, my cheeks turned beet red and I felt myself turning into a stuttering blubbering moron. She of course found this wildly amusing. “You want to pretend to be a big boy, huh?” she teased some more. “Look, I like you…” she began, “but…. I don’t think you have the right tool to do a man’s job” she said with an amused grin.
Then she declared that my genitals would not be part of our lovemaking, in any way whatsoever. Being a smitten, young glassy eyed medical student, I didn’t really care, I just wanted to be near her. I wanted to make her happy. To see her smile. To please her as best I could in line with my abilities. So our sex life mostly consisted of me, eating her out whilst she continuously pointed out the fact that I lacked the proper equipment to ‘make love to her like a normal human male’. My penis was nonexistent to her. I may as well have not had any genitals whatsoever. She certainly never paid any sort of sexual attention to my little bits and pieces. Although she loved to tease me about the fact that I was too poorly endowed to have sex with her. She wasn’t private about it either.
On one occasion, she dragged me to a gay nightclub on the other side of town. She’d also invited over all of her friends to join us. There was Kaley, Helena, Carol and Virginia. They were her crew and seemed to be inseparable. Personally, I found them overbearing and neither one of them ever showed me any sort of respect. In fact, every time I entered the room, they’d always whisper and chuckle amongst themselves, almost as if I was constantly the butt of some kind of sick joke.
When we arrived at the club, Vicki announced, rather publicly that she’d signed me up to part-take in a competition. I soon realized that I’d be on stage, paraded around before a sizeable audience. I was mortified to learn that I’d be forced to undergo a series of tasks on stage with other more masculine more confident men. I was also horrified to learn that I’d be doing this all nude. Yes, Vicki had signed me up to part-take in a small penis competition.
I had no choice in the matter. I had to comply.
So, I disrobed and found myself on stage with four other men. Vicki and her group were particularly rowdy as we were forced to engage in a series of embarrassing tasks before a sea of amused patrons. There were exercise routines we had to complete, this included stacking crates full of alcohol, jumping jacks and performing a ‘dance routine’ with ‘flair’. In addition, there of course was a measuring component. We all stood side by side as the crowd took votes on who they thought was the smallest and who was the largest. Then a volunteer paraded up and down the stage with a small ruler, taking our measurements. From there, we were all placed in order of largest to smallest.
To say it was embarrassing, would be an extreme understatement. Particularly because I won the competition. Even before measurements were taken, the crowd concluded, rather enthusiastically that I was very poorly endowed. Vicki would never, ever let me live this down and, for the remainder of our relationship, would always figure out a way to bring this up on a regular basis, quite often in public. It amused her and more than anything, she really seemed to get off on teasing and humiliating me. To be honest, I enjoyed it too, to an extent.
I was awarded a trophy and had to pose for photos. Of course, Vicki framed said photo and had the trophy put up on display in our old apartment. It was always a conversation piece whenever we had guests over and on occasions, I was ordered to drop my pants to prove that: yes, I won a small penis contest.
As awful as that was, it by far wasn’t the worst thing she ever did to me.
Towards the end of our relationship, her game changed from light teasing, to downright cruelty.
Our ‘sex’ was becoming less frequent and before too long, we completely stopped altogether. I later found out that she was being unfaithful. In fact, she had a series of different ‘lovers’ whom she’d often entertain in our apartment, in our bed. On one occasion, after a long day I hoped into bed and found an odd, crusty substance on my pillow. It didn’t compute at the time but it was quite clear that she’d had one of her ‘man friends’ over and after they’d fucked in our bed, she encouraged him to cum on my pillow.
This would happen on more than one occasion. As awful as this was, it doesn’t compare to the time she brought home a burger for me.
I had been studying all day and had done a double shift at the hospital. She barged in, looking as incredible as ever, dressed in a tight pink and blue jumpsuit, having just come from the gym. On her way home, she stopped by McDonalds and picked me up a Big Mac. “I brought you some lunch!” she announced with an amused impish grin plastered on her face. Without a second thought, I took the burger and quickly inhaled it. It had an odd musty flavor to it and was unusually salty. “They went overboard with the sauce this time” I declared, to which she erupted in laughter. I sat there dumbfounded and confused as to why she was laughing. Again, I felt a pang in my chest. I was once again the butt of some kind of joke, but had no idea just what the hell was so damned funny.
A half hour later, I was nauseous.
There was something in the burger that made me sick. Overwhelmingly so. Diarrhea and vomiting soon followed which led to me eventually dragging myself off to bed where I passed out, my stomach swirling and grumbling all the while. Roughly twenty minutes later I awoke to laughter…. Laughter coming from the living room: Vicki was on the phone, going over in great detail what she’d done to my burger. I forced myself up out of bed to listen in on her call. She was talking to both Kaley and Virginia on speakerphone.
“So what? He didn’t realize? He just ate it all?” Kaley said in between fits of laughter.
“He’s a clueless moron! He just ate it all up! He had no idea at all!” Vicki declared.
More laughter followed.
“But….” Virginia struggled to compose herself, “how? With who? Was it Greg?” She asked, prodding even further.
“Kind of….” Vicki said, “Look, I was on my way home and I thought… What the hell, I’ll grab the loser some lunch and maybe get my rocks off in the process” she said before chuckling some more. “Anyway, Greg dragged me off to the break room and fucked me senseless and just as he was about to come, I got a pretty nasty idea. So, I grabbed the idiots lunch and said to Greg ‘come in the burger’…. It was so hot, he came and came in buckets” more laughter ensued.
“Oh that’s so bad!” Virginia said in shock.
“No, that’s not the bad part” Vicki said, “We then took the burger into the men’s room and told everyone that the idiot has been cheating on me. So…..” she paused for effect, “to make a long story short, one by one, five guys took turns cumming on the idiots lunch!” more laughter followed, ruckus laughter.
In that instant, I realized that I’d been tricked into eating six loads of cum. All too suddenly, I felt queasy once more. I ran to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet bowl again. This was more than I could handle and was perhaps the worst possible thing that anyone could do to another human being.
When I got better, I lost more of my backbone and never confessed to her that I’d listened in on her call. A few months later, she left me for Greg. I was emotionally devastated when it all ended and it took me completely by surprise although, thinking back, I’m not sure I would’ve been able to handle much more torment.
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