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“The Cure” A Dark Tail with a Hopeful Finish I hit the clicker to change channels, and then hit it again, and again, and again. It didn’t make any difference everything was almost the same except for the talking head in front of the camera. CNN, MSNBS, Fox, all the networks, the same story was being told over and over again. I settled on Katy Couric with her taunt tanned bare legs and the promise of a flash of pussy, a promise that she never kept, cracked open a can of “Old Style and slumped into my favorite leather chair”. “There are reports of small groups of wild boys roaming the streets” she said, “reports from all over the world from Leopoldville to E. Lansing. All we know so far is that they’re armed and presumed dangerous. As more concrete facts become available we will be broadcasting and breaking into the regularly scheduled programming”. Katy and her sexy legs disappeared and were replaced by a “Seinfeld” episode I’d seen ten or twenty times. It didn’t make any sense to me, but then few things do today in this crazy world we’ve created for ourselves. I chugged the beer and decided to walk down to the “Ramrod”, my local watering hole. In the old days, the days before the plague, it had been a wild leather bar with boys kneeling at every glory hole, today it was just a quiet neighborhood bar where old queens like me could commiserate and talk about what used to be. Halfway through Lincoln Park I was stopped by a quartet of hunky guys who appeared as black silhouettes against the bright August harvest moon. Each was dressed in a uniform consisting of spandex leggings, combat boots, and black t-shirts. They all had holsters on holding Taser guns, and the leader, a big blond guy was holding a long-handled wooden paddled with the letters W H O drilled into its broad blade; he slapped it against his hand with a loud splat. “Bare his ass, and bend him over men, we got a job to do”. I tried to fight them but they were too strong and too many and in seconds I was doubled over a park bench. The leader grabbed hold of my balls and pulled down and back till I yelped. “Easy boy” he ordered, “this is all for your own good. He tapped my ass with the paddle then whacked me good and hard, hard enough that I wailed. “Shut him up” the leader ordered, and one of the others peeled down his leggings and pushed a long hard cock into my mouth. He was completely shaven and my nose rested against his fragrant flesh while he pumped his narrow hips pushing his cock far enough down my throat that I gurgled and gagged like I did when I sucked my first cock. I could feel the leader’s eyes on my ass and when he ordered me to stick it out I obeyed with a deliberate grace arching my back teasingly, taunting him to wallop me really hard and that’s just what he did. Somehow for a submissive like me the pageantry of a spanking makes it all somehow bearable, even when the flesh on your ass is sizzling and you’re praying that the last swat will be the last. I found in that an odd freedom that only a Dominant or another true submissive might understand. He grinned as my buttocks danced and swelled then announced in a cool and casual voice, “time for some beef up your ass boy”. The big slippery head of his cock played at the entrance to my sex, “that’s it boy pucker up, pucker up for daddy, then he drove it in to the hilt with one hard shove of his hips. All I could do was relax and make the best of the situation, I’d been raped before and understood the drill, and besides after the burning hot pain of the first ten or twelve strokes those cocks felt good up inside me. My hips were twitching and I was moaning with pleasure while his hips kept grinding and I experienced that awesome fullness as the lips of my sex hugged him with a passion and lust long forgotten. Then it came all at once. The man in my mouth squirted first, then my ass was filled by juice from that beautiful vein-popping cock and I could feel my ring of muscles contracting and relaxing violently. In moments they were gone and I limped through the park and into the Ramrod where the bartender, a guy named Tommy, said hello and opened me an “Old Style”. I realized then for the first time that I’d been barebacked, my throat was still coated and I felt cum dripping out of my ass but sensed that everything was going to be okay, everything was fine. “Remember the old days in here Tommy, queers in here asshole to elbow as far as the eye could see. The backrooms that always smelled like sex and the slurps and moans”. He took down a bottle of Jack from the back shelf and two glasses, and then poured three fingers into each one. He raised his hand in a toast and we clinked them together, “to the old days”, and the amber colored liquid burned our throats all the way down. Just then the flat screen TV came alive; it was Katy again, in a shorter dress now, one short enough to show off her tanned muscled thighs. “We have confirmation from the World Health Organization in Switzerland that they are responsible for the attacks occurring tonight. They have discovered an H.I.V. vaccine that can both protect the unaffected and cure the ill, and it will be initiated in the same way that the virus spread. Their goal is to inoculate 100,000 boys tonight who can then start the geometric progression of healing. By the most conservative estimates we can eradicate the disease in less than a month. Katy re-crossed her legs with a momentary flash of lace panties then smiled a wicked grin and added a wink. “Boys I guess you can get your sexy little asses back on the street” she concluded! In five minutes the doors of the “Ramrod” flew open, and by midnight the bar was a sea of frivolous faeries shaking their asses and looking for love. I was still standing at the bar helping Tommy find the bottom of that bottle of “Jack”, only now one of my hands was making a party out of a plump rump in gold spandex hot pants. He poured three more fingers, and then raised his glass, “to the good old day” he said, “and here are the keys for the backroom. I saluted him back, poured the liquor down my throat, and squeezed that round little ass, “come on Spanky” I grinned, “the Doctor’s in, or he will be soon”!
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