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Ring of Truth

by obohobo

Warnings

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF MM FF NC. Spanking WS

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.

Copyright 2005

Prologue

After finding the Ring of Truth and learning a little of its properties, I, Dr. Derek Meeks, decided to keep a sort of diary, a 'blog' of events surrounding its use in my life. At the same time I added excerpts from the leather book that came with the ring so they would be readily readable. For the time being I am keeping the information in a protected file on my computer and, for reasons that will become obvious to anyone privileged to view them, I do not intend to print them out until I, like the previous owner, decide to put the ring in some safe place. That may not be for many years hence.

Dr. Derek Meeks.

P.S. (Later). I have now decided to anonymously publish an edited version of the blog together with the excerpts from the book on a site I visit frequently and get much pleasure from reading the stories it contains. Names of people (including my own), and places have been changed but otherwise this is an honest account of my experiences with the ring. I have tried to write each blog as a readable narrative and have concentrated on the sexual aspects mainly because I know that it what readers visit this site for and because they brought me the greatest pleasure. I hope it will do the same for you.

Blog 16. A Gay experience

24th November 2004

I spanked Sarah on Sunday. It was only the second time that I had done so and she more or less provoked me into doing it. She was on her period and a bit grumpy to start with and when I tried to get her to name a date for her moving in with me she snapped at me and said tartly, "Perhaps I never will." As she turned away her thoughts came through, <<"I shouldn't have said that, I can see that it hurt him and I know I love him but is he man enough to put up with me?">> Hearing this I snatched her wrist as she started to walk away and I dragged her to one of the kitchen chairs. She struggled and said some rather nasty things about me but eventually I got her across my lap and bent one arm up her back. In between her verbal cussing, I heard her inner voice, <<"I think he is going to spank me. Perhaps he is going to show me that he's a man, a man that I've got to respect.">> Luckily that day she was in her 'cleaning outfit' which was an old tracksuit with an elasticated waistband so I was able to lower her pants with one hand quite easily. Her knickers were a little more awkward but I finally slid them and her pad down far enough to bare her bottom. Up until then her struggles had been difficult to control and she'd kept up a torrent of verbal abuse. Now she lay still as if waiting for the spanking. I didn't keep her waiting and spanked her as hard as I thought I dared until her bottom became very red and she started to cry and plead with me. I ignored the first round of begging and continued until my hand started to sting and her inner thoughts told me she'd had enough.

Remembering what Terry had done to her afterwards, I bent her over the kitchen table and put spittle in and around her bottom hole and pushed my prick in. I took it slowly because we'd only done it that way twice before but once I was in I fucked her properly and hard and at the same time diddled her clit, which I know she likes. She came some time before I did. Afterwards we cuddled and kissed and her mood returned to normal. "Derek," she whispered, "after we'd made up, "I know you're not Terry but I still have reservations about moving in with you for good. What I would like to do is to move much of my stuff before Christmas so I spend Christmas here with you and treat this as my home. I thought I would keep my place on until the end of February and keep a bed and cooking stuff there until then so that if anything goes wrong, I still have that as a bolt hole. I don't believe it will, but I would like it to be there just in case." I agreed with her and then she asked if I would put cream on her bottom, which of course I did.

My desire to spank Sarah was provoked to some extent by a voyeurism experience during the previous week. I'd gone to see the Bursar over a funding problem. "I'm sorry Dr. Meeks, Dr. Graham is in a meeting at the moment. I've no idea how long it will go on for, could be five minutes or it could be half an hour. These meetings don't usually go on longer than that. Would you like to wait or come back later? I could ring your lab when he'd free," his secretary informed me.

"I think I'll wait, if you don't mind Mrs. Forgill. It's pouring and it's a long trek back across the campus to the lab." I settled down in a comfortable chair, put my folder on the chair beside me and picked up a motoring magazine from the table. I wasn't interested but it was either that or one of the women's magazines. Mrs. Forgill's thoughts were entirely concerned with the letter to the students she was editing so I shut my mind out to her. I'd hardly settled down when a mature student that I knew slightly came in and received the same information concerning Dr. Graham's availability. He decided to wait too and gave me a standard greeting, "Morning Derek, how's it going?" and I gave the usual reply, "Not so bad, Rod, and you?"

In my early days at the university I'd met him at a few lectures and knew he was a graphic arts student who'd worked in industry for many years and now wanted to get qualifications in the newer computer technologies. We made a few remarks about the weather and the work we were doing but we had little in common so he picked another magazine and settled down to wait. He sat with the magazine open but not turning the pages. Thinking they would be more interesting than the magazine I had, I listened in to his thoughts. They certainly were more interesting and I was glad I still wore my lab coat to hide my erection. I hadn't realised he was gay and the dominant one in the relationship. The story that follows has been edited and put into a readable format. Like most people, Rodney's thoughts were disjointed and flitted from one idea to another but, having learned from my experience with Anna, I took a notepad from my folder and started making notes.

<<"I wonder if Stephen is able to sit comfortably yet? He shouldn't have two-timed me with that boy on holiday.">> The images that came through showed a boy younger and smaller than Rod and then of a badly striped arse. It almost made me sick to see it. I've put the events that occurred over the weekend into chronological order and am narrating them as though Rod was telling me the story.

'Mid-afternoon on Saturday, I met Stephen at the airport on his return from a two-week package holiday in Cyprus. We kissed each other fully and passionately, which caused some raised eyebrows from the people nearby but in the two years we've been together, we've got used to that and then I headed for the motorway and home. I questioned him a little about his what he'd done while he'd been on Cyprus but he only gave me short almost non-committal answers. At first I put it down to tiredness but as the journey progressed I realised there was more to it than that and there was something he was nervous about telling me. I resolved to find out as soon as we were home. Driving along busy main roads was not conducive to that sort of questioning.

Inside the house, I hugged and kissed him and then slid my hand down and gripped his prick through his trousers and I was surprised when he pushed me away. "Rodney, there is something I have to tell you. Can we sit down?" I began to fear the worst and I was sure he intended to tell me he'd found someone else but he started my reassuring me on that score. "Rodney dear, I want you to know that I do love you and always will and what I did on while away was no more than a holiday fling. It was just too tempting for me to resist."

He must have noticed the sad look on my face for he went on the reiterate his undying love for me and came over and gave me another kiss but I was angry and pushed him away. "You'd better tell me about it." The words came out with more venom than I intended and tears formed in Stephen's eyes.

"I know I did wrong but please forgive me. Punish if you wish. Punish me hard, but don't send me away. It was just so tempting and I couldn't resist," he pleaded.

"Tell me about it," I repeated.

"You know I ticked the 'Willing to share box' on the booking form to save paying the exorbitant single room fee, well my roommate was a boy, Terry, about a year younger than me. He was good looking and friendly and a virgin with both boys and girls although I didn't find that out until later. The hotel room was pretty standard with twin beds and en suite facilities but the shower room was pretty small so I after wiping the worst of the water off me I came into the bedroom to finish drying. I noticed Terry kept giving me little sideways looks but didn't look directly at me. I started to harden a bit but got dressed and he went into the shower but kept a towel around him when he came out. After eating in the restaurant we had a couple of beers and went to bed. He wore pyjamas but I went naked, same as we do here. I got glimpses of his body as he undressed but hardly saw his prick. What I did see attracted me and I lay in bed and wanked. He must have known what I was doing because quite a lot of light came through the thin curtains from the street lamps. Just before I erupted I reached out and took a tissue from the box on the dresser and I saw that he was surreptitiously watching me so I made a little show of raising the sheet and pushing the tissue down to my crotch. Neither of us spoke. I dozed for a bit and woke to see that he was very gently massaging his prick under the sheet. I wondered if he normally did it in bed or whether hearing and seeming me had made him horny.

I heard him get up and go to piss the next morning and as he was coming back I swung out of the bed. As usual I had a piss-hard on and I stood up so he could see it in all its glory. He stopped in his tracks. "Are you…are you one of…them?" he stuttered.

"Yep," I answered with a grin, "I live with my boyfriend and sleep in the same bed, but you don't have to worry. If it offends you, I won't try to force you." He stuttered something like, "No," and other words, which were unintelligible. "Look," I tried to sound soothing, "I know you wanked last night the same as I did. There's no need to be ashamed of it, every normal man wanks so now you know about me, you can do it more openly or we can do it together. I won't go any further than you want to go." His face went quite red but he sat on his bed opposite me and looked at my prick and I started to rub it a bit. "Can I see yours?" I asked. It was already tenting out his pyjamas. It seemed to take him ages to make up his mind but in the end he opened his pyjama jacket and lowered the pants to reveal a prick about the same size as mine. "Nice," I remarked and went and sat alongside him. I gently took hold of it and started to rub it. At first I thought he was going to pull away but he didn't and neither did he demure when I put his hand around my prick and we mutually wanked each other. We both shot our load in tissues and by then it was time to go to breakfast.

Nothing else happened during the day. The morning was spent on the beach and the afternoon going around the docks. Even in November, the sun there is pretty warm so we arrive back soaked with sweat. "We've time for a nice long shower before dinner," I said, "You care to join me?" Again he hesitated but finally said, "Yes." Of course being naked together got us both hard and I got to suck his prick for a short while and he tentatively sucked me too. We didn't do it for too long because I wanted to save myself for later.

There wasn't too much going on in the lounge that evening so we took a couple of beers to our room about nine-thirty and for a while just talked about our jobs and stuff. After a bit it went quiet and I picked up a magazine and flipped the pages. Terry sat and watched me and I knew he was trying pluck up the courage to say something about what we did before breakfast. Eventually he burst out, "What do you and your boyfriend actually do when, you know…you…do it? I've heard stories but have never met anyone who I knew was actually gay."

I told him, "We cuddle and kiss, fondle and suck each other off or fuck each other in the arse." After that there were more questions particularly concerning how much it hurt to be fucked in the arse. "The only way to find out," I said after we'd talked about it for some time, "Is for you to try it. We'll do it in easy stages so you can tell whether you'll like it or not." Eventually Terry allowed me to undress and kiss him until he was very aroused. "Would you like to try sixty-nining?" I enquired, "Rod and I always suck everything down and make sure the other's prick is nice and clean when we've finished but if you want to spit the spunk out, just keep a tissue close by." Once my prick was in his mouth he seemed very eager to suck and took down everything I produced and kept sucking until I was hard again and had shot a second load into his mouth. He certainly seemed to enjoy my ministrations to his weapon and didn't want me to leave and return to my own bed so we spent the night cuddled together. In the morning, when we both woke with hard-ons he asked to suck me again. This time I sat on the edge of the bed and made him kneel and suck my prick that way and when he got started I began fucking his mouth, gently at first and then much harder. He didn't make any objections and swallowed everything again. I returned the favour and then we went to the toilet and held each other's prick while we pissed. After that he told me he wanted to learn everything homosexuals did to each other and I promised to teach him.

Later that evening I put a condom on him and let him fuck my arse. He was over the moon with the sensation and pleaded with me to do it to him. I warned him the first few times might be painful but he insisted and I put some Vaseline in his hole and on my condom and gradually eased it in. He grunted a few times but didn't stop me so once I was really in and he became used to it I fucked him. Thereafter we fucked and sucked each other at least twice a day and by the end of our stay, we fucked as hard as we could.

There was one other little incident you might like to know of. It was the Tuesday evening of our second week and Terry was fucking my arse when in walks the maid. She stopped, watched for a few moments and then apologised and left. We'd forgotten to put the catch on the door. Next day just before dinner, there was a knock on the door and when we opened it, one of the men on the hotel staff came in. "Nina say you like men fuck-fuck, yes?" I nodded slowly wondering if he wanted to fuck us. "You like see man fuck-fuck show? Private show?" In halting english he told us that he knew of a place in town where we could see men with big pricks fuck each other. He would take us there if we paid for him to go in. The price seemed a bit steep but we could afford it so we went. We found his name to be Manuel and we went through to part of the old town to a little place on an industrial estate. We paid and when we went in we were given a pack of three condoms. A man dressed only in a toga kind of thing that showed his prick when it swayed, then showed us to seat in a room with a round central stage only about a foot high. All the seats were arranged around this. On the stage was a bed and one or two bedroom type bits of furniture. Manuel told us to open our trousers and put a condom on, "It's so there is no mess on the floor," he explained. When our eyes became used to the dim lights we could see all the other men had their pricks out and were sporting erections. You should have seen it Rod. About twenty-five hard pricks all on display and everyone looking at them or showing them off without any embarrassment.

After a bit the lights dimmed further and the stage lights came on. A minute later the door of the room flew open and two men dragged a young lad in. They jabbered in Greek but we gathered they had supposedly dragged the lad in off the street. He struggled but they managed to pull or tear all his clothes off and then they tied his hands behind his back. They paraded the lad around the edge of the stage so we could all see his small, erect hairless prick. He looked about twelve but I guessed he was actually much older and it was his make up that made him look young. All the time he kept appealing to us in the audience to help him but of course no one did. The two men undressed and showed us their huge pricks, ten inches or more, they were and thick with it. During their undressing the boy tried to escape but was held by members of the audience who grabbed him by his balls. The men sounded very angry and one held the boy over the end of the bed while the other took a leather strap and thrashed the poor lad's arse. It was a real thrashing too. You heard the crack of the leather, saw the flesh flatten and then redden. When I looked around I noticed many of the pricks had already spurted and you could see the teat end of the condom was full. A local man took my hand and put it on his softening prick and then proceeded to wank me until I came. Meanwhile on stage the thrashing had stopped and one man was forcing his mammoth prick down the lad's throat and the other up his arse. No condoms so I guess they'd been checked out medically. Both pulled out just before ejaculation and sprayed the poor lad's body with their spunk. Afterwards we were allowed on stage to look and touch the men and the boy's pricks.

There was an interval for about half an hour but the interval was more for audience participation. Most of the men there knew what was going on but we worked it out later. Those who'd shot their load and hadn't revived grabbed those who still had an erection. Some fat old Greek grabbed me, dropped his trousers and indicated that I should fuck him. I didn't really want to but thought there might have been an ugly scene if I didn't. It wasn't the most pleasurable fuck I've had. I looked to see where Terry was and saw he was on stage sucking the big prick that had been up the lad's arse. He was gagging a bit but couldn't do much about it. At first I couldn't see the other man but shortly he came around from the other side of the stage and straight towards me. "Englishman, you come," he beckoned and then grabbed my arm. "I'd just shot my load into the fat Greek Cypriot and was dragged on to the stage. There were chants that sounded like 'fuck his arse' and I found myself being pulled over the edge of the bed, just as the boy had been. I wasn't going to allow this but there were too many hands holding me to do anything more than yell at them. The man put some lubrication in my hole and then raped me. It was nothing but rape. I was held down and he fucked me without any thought for my pleasure or the thought that he was hurting me. And it certainly did hurt at first but gradually I became used to the length and girth and the way it hammered at my prostate soon had me hard again. It took a while for him to come in me even though the whole time the others there encouraged him.

The final show was two naked black men fighting. The winner was the one who forced his prick up his opponent's arse. It seemed like a no holds barred thing with kicking and punching allowed, even kicking in the balls and that's how the winner got control. He got first one hard kick and then a second to his opponent's balls and while he lay writhing in agony, rolled him on to his face and shoved his prick up the man's arsehole.

Well Rodney, that's the gist of what happened. I'm sorry I was unfaithful to you but it all means nothing to me. It was sex pleasure and yes I did enjoy myself. I know you'll want to punish me, probably severely so please can we get it over with and get back to where we were before I went on holiday."

"You bloody whoring slut. You certainly deserve a damn good thrashing but if I punish you now while I'm angry Stephen, I may really hurt you," Rodney stated with venom in his voice, "Best wait till tomorrow. I may have calmed down a bit by then."

"No, do it now. Get it over with. Your anger may just as well have increased by then." Stephen slipped out of his trousers and laid himself over the back of the armchair and held his wrists out to be tied.

"If that's the way you want it, but don't say I didn't warn you. Cheating bastard. You deserve all I'm going to give you. That cane I bought in Hamburg is going to get some use at last."

"I'm really going to thrash you this time Stephen. You'll wish you never went to sodding Cyprus.

Rodney replayed the next scene in his mind over and over. The images that came into my mind were so terrible that I turned the ring into my hand after the second replay. Rodney lashed the cane down across Stephen's naked buttocks producing such a tremendous vocal response from the lad that Rodney gagged him. He continued with the vicious thrashing until the boy's buttocks showed two dozen deep welts and Stephen ceased moving. Suddenly Rodney realised what he had done and threw the cane down and released his lover and helped him to the bathroom.

"Dr. Meeks… Dr. Meeks, Dr. Graham will see you now."

"Sorry Mrs. Forgill, I was miles away. Thank you." I went through to see the Bursar a little shaken at what I had seen and heard so the interview didn't go as well as it should have done. I don't know if Rodney and Stephen are still in a relationship or not and I don't get to see him often to find out so we'll just have to leave that episode there.