Uncovering Repressed Desires Ch. 05

***This story is to run parallel to "Mel's Repressed Desires - Ch. 2" and a follow up to Uncovering Repressed Desires Ch. 1-4"

Donnie and Mel have been having unrepressed sex and as told in Uncovering Mel's Repressed Desires Ch. 1, had shared sex between Neighbors Ruthie and Jerry.

Donnie takes Jerry's cock in truth or dare after admission of prior bi experience.

Donnie got filmed taking groundskeeper Juan's cock, the video making the internet and golfs with Mr. Donovan, a couple friends, getting pimped out to one after the round.

Donnie satisfied Kurt who indicated they would have another date soon***

"Fast tracking Donnie"

Donnie and Mel worked out their emotions about their hot, bisexual, sexual experience playing truth or dare with Jerry and Ruthie around their fire pit in the back yard before bed.

He let Mel go to sleep to "check his schedule" for work the following week as James, Mr. Donovan's assistant, had promised it sometime that night. Donnie watched her go upstairs, as the last thing he needed was she seeing him chatting with James, which is what usually happened.

Donnie opened the email and noticed right away he had gone from two days to three and one that listed "over night" besides the date on Thursday. So instead of Tuesday, Thursday, he was listed for Monday, Thursday & Friday and at the end of the email he said he'd be in touch with the particulars of the change later. That's when the instant message box popped open and it was James.

"Did you see the new schedule?" James started and then followed up quickly with, "Kurt was so impressed we decided to move you're training up two weeks. You're losing money not being fast tracked. Kurt has never liked anyone we've set him up with and now we've got you on the books for a date in July and August with him."

"Shit. Well I guess so," Donnie hesitantly said, his body sucked of most sexual energy from the sexual day Thursday and then tonight with the neighbors. Oh and fucking his wife on video before that.

"What? Donnie, I thought you'd be pumped, I mean you're going to be making $2500 a week minimum," James said and then all capped. "THEN YOUR FUCKING VIDEO IS TURNING COMMISSION ALREADY! You'll be getting some of that at the end of the month and I have no idea how much that will bring."

James told him that the hispanic demo was loving their compadre jamming a preppy white man's mouth with his cock and then Donnie's going back to clean him up. "It was watched more than any part on the video!"

"They can track that data?" Donnie asked, always being the science teacher. "So let me guess I'm fucking Juan all day Monday?"

"No, no, no, nothing like that," James typed. "Well, at least not yet. We have to keep teasing them, just cock sucking or something else hot, and of course degrading to you. We'll keep our Thursday schedule for that, shit we have to wait for this one to cool down and that could be a month from now. We'll get four videos in the can at least by then, so by the end of summer we have almost a year's worth."

Donnie put his head in his hands sitting alone in the side room and wondered to himself if this was going to work. He was beat physically and mentally at this point so he just asked for some clarification on the schedule. "So what AM I doing on Monday, Thursday and overnight to Friday."

James reviewed that of Thursday morning he'll golf, in the afternoon shoot the video with Juan and then if one of the two guest golfers have the option to pay for Donnie's series that evening. Monday, they need to go over some survey information so as Donnie met new clients they'd know if they were a match or not. And get him HIV tested, something they did weekly.

"Shit, that sounds complicated," Donnie typed. "I need to get some sleep."

Donnie signed off and and went to bed, falling into a deep sleep alongside Mel who was somewhat restless after the evening's happenings. She kept waking with the guilt of her being with someone else in her gut, noticing Donnie fast asleep. Donnie did start to toss and turn as he slipped into REM sleep, the dreaming state.

In Donnie's dream he saw Mr. Donovan sitting on a judges chair with no bench, naked except for the white powdered wig I'm sure they don't use anymore. His cock was hard and sticking straight out. "James!" Mr. Donovan shouted," bring out the first witness to testify!" Out came Daniel Stoughman, the owner of the first cock Donnie had ever sucked.

The jury were 12 women, all who looked like his wife Mel, standing and watching. Donnie was sitting on a chair in front of the judges bench, naked and handcuffed behind the chair's back and between the back and the posts on the back. Daniel walked to Donnie, he was naked as well, his eight inch cock dangled.

"Witness, what say you?" Mr. Donovan said.

"Your honor, Donnie is one fine cock sucker," Daniel said and with that his cock sprang to attention and was in Donnie's mouth, it's head as big as he remembered the first time, he just pushed it in not even half way. Donnie felt himself suck down and slurp looking at the jury of his wife's clones as the stared with now emotion. Daniel blew his load in Donnie's face, the cum cascaded off his lips, nose, neck, chest and ran down his stomach

"James!" Mr. Donovan shouted, "Bring out the latest witness!"

Out came Jerry Hankins, the neighbor he just sucked cock on, naked of course and stood between Donnie and Mr. Donovan. "Witness, what say you?" Mr. Donovan said.

"Your honor, my fine neighbor sucks a cock just fine..." Jerry said and with that he rammed his hard shaft into Donnie's mouth, again it climaxing and adding to the wetness and warmth all of Donnie's body as cum streams ran down his chest. The jury was nearly motionless, observing the performances and outcome of cum, their faces interested at this point.

"James!" Mr. Donovan shouted, "Bring out the best witness!"

Kurt arrive with his hog dangling, instead of waiting he looked up to Mr. Donovan and said, "Your honor, let me demonstrate so you can see for yourself."

Kurt flipped the chair and Donnie was on his back. He fed Donnie his python of a cock inch by inch, he was on his knees. Donnie could see the jury of Mel's mouths agape as he took all of it in and Kurt began to fuck his mouth, throat, hell it was almost tickling his stomach as the dream cock was probably two feet long and growing. Kurt pumped his face and body, and like in real life Donnie started losing awareness in the dream. He died a dream death where all the images fade and there is no sound in the dream.

Donnie floated in his dream until suddenly there was James, naked as he was but not aroused nor moving to him as so many dreams ended with James fucking him hard. "Donnie, you're a good cock sucker, everyone knows that, don't hide it, be proud, the jury of Mels found you guilty of it."

Donnie saw Jame's cock swell, and swell, and swell. It was bigger than Kurts, it was longer than long. James motioned to him to come forward it shot at him and for the second time, he was killed, impaired on the long member though the back of his throat, he slumped over in his dream.

Donnie woke up, sweating and panting this time. It was more than being suffocated by cock, he had to be impaled. He then noticed Mel was up already with the boy, Miles, and downstairs feeding him at a fairly early time.

Donnie headed down to be jolted as he stepped on the landing of the first set of stairs by his wife's comment. "Say, good morning ya' ol' cock sucker you," and she giggled. "I'm over it, if you're over it, all of it..."

Having just died from blunt force cock sucking, Donnie didn't find this very funny and was shaking a bit. He noticed she didn't linger in the joke nor pay much attention to him.

Humming, she vibes that she was just going to move on from their kinky experience and for Donnie that was fine with him. He was more worried about the Hankins, but they were heading out of town and they wouldn't be seen again until Sunday and they would have to deal with it right away.

"Hey, I'm going for a run," Mel said to him. "Watch Miles, I'll give you a little time in there."

"Fine," Donnie reacted, "Sounds great."

Mel left and Donnie raced to the computer, his appetite for the week began to swell, and while the dream had him dying by cock it also aroused him a little and the money, $2500!

He logged in, went out to play with boy as the AOL binged and tinged the modem to life and he was on. There were two unread messages after he signed off last night from James, they read -

"Monday, be downtown at Mr. D's office by 8 a.m. and it will be a FULL day."

"Be on tonight at 9 p.m.. Please"

After she returned from her run and the both cleaned up, Saturday turned into a family day, going into Des Moines, hitting the Blank Park Zoo and then the mall playground as they shopped for some things. Mel went into Victoria's Secret, to get some new lingerie stating, "You never know what we're going to need". Donnie rolled his eyes, wanting to forgot about what's next there, not needing the complication of balancing Mr. Donovan's needs and now his neighbors.

The day proved to be quite refreshing, and both he and Mel had no desire for sex as dinner, putting Miles down and Mel was in bed by 8:30 p.m.

Donnie was impressed he was truthful telling her James was going to message him about the work week during dinner that night. Mel was all good with it, especially after he hinted that if things went well he was possibly going to be getting some additional "commission" work. He liked to infuse statements that were true, just not 100% on for context.

"They really like the initiate I take and how quickly I've adapted to all of their assignments," Donnie said hinting at gold course work, while in his head seeing the men he'd serviced.

Mel went to bed and Donnie logged on again. He sat back, amazed at his quick recovery, having had some guilt and dread after the prior evening's activities. Now he was ready and eager, "who are you?" he mouthed into the bathroom mirror before sitting down.

James had a message waiting for him - "Donnie, Mr. Donovan is going to be involved in Monday's training quite personally. He wants you to arrive at his house at 9 a.m.. I won't get into all the details, he'll bring those up on Monday, just understand that we've merged with another "company" who's clientele is upscale or famous, or both, and have particular tastes. We feel we need to fast track you and Mr. Donovan is most skilled at this and wants to be sure we're up to speed."

Jame's message sent a bit of a chill down Donnie's spine. He didn't like the quotation marks around "company" as it signaled that it was less than that. James continued...

"I going to send you a link to a survey site that's going to match what you're willing to do with clients with our database and the database of the new "company". Please, please, please consider everything and either you will, or you won't do something. No in-betweens and if you don't know how, mark you will and we will train you as we move forward. That's what Monday will be about."

The link popped up next and Donnie hit the link. James messaged in, "Give me a message when you're done...good luck!"

Plain and simple, in Donnie's life he hadn't done a lot, didn't have a lot of "fetishes" or "kinks". Not having done them didn't mean he wouldn't do them. He marked probably 90-95% that he "liked" something, all except anything that dealt with excrement or blood and near death experiences. He left everything else open, trusting his mentor would train him to be prepared and he'd experience something he'd never done before.

He typed "Done" to James and he quickly popped back, "Wow, that was quick. Okay then, be dressed in a sweat suit or something athletic and be there between 8:45 an 9 a.m. I will not be available on Sunday, so I will see you at some point on Monday."

"Okay James," Donnie responded.

Sunday came and they went to church, Donnie wondering a little bout his new employment and what it meant for his soul. He prayed for forgiveness and rationalized it was for his family and put a $100 bill in the envelope without his name on it and prayed that God forgave his sins, and that he knew his heart.

He juggled between doing yard work, getting a workout in, chit-chatting with the Hankins (see MRD Ch. 1), just having a Sunday. He found "sweats" that would be fine in the summer as Mr. Donovan asked him to wear. He had decent shorts and a shirt made of this new "moisture wicking" fabric in case it got hot or he had him working out or something. Sunday ended with no sex, no contact from James and a nice night with Miles, playing in his room.

Donnie stepped on the scale Monday morning and was down a couple pounds from the previous week. He did some push-ups and curls with the first free weights that he had, hoping to get that 'pumped look' for Mr. Donovan.

He felt like he was going to go through some sort of work out regimen the way he was dressed for Mr. Donovan. It had been just over a week since he spent "quality" time with him, and missed his wit, his skills in bed and his intelligent mind that probed his and convinced him to begin this path.

Mel got up before Miles and they talked about his week and where he was saving the money. Donnie said he put a chunk in savings with the local bank, which he did, and some in the larger bank that they started when they got married and lived in Des Moines.

He outlined to her what he was going to pay off first, and to give him an option, in case she found out he was making more from videos and whatever, he said he was going to "invest" a little each week in Mr. Donovan's holding company. She look a little peeved, as they hadn't talked about that, but he said he'd explain more later. She took little interest in the books, only when shit hit the fan and they had overdrafts, so Donnie was good with how she took everything.

He drove in, coffee in tow and giddy as hell, wondering what this day and this week would bring. Donnie was surprised that he now wanted more, wanted the sex and the money, the notoriety and praise for his work with a client like Kurt and golfing with potential clients that were "upscale or famous, or both, and have particular tastes" for sex, as James had relayed to him. His cock got hard and and liked the feel of it as a companion riding into Des Moines a representative of this side of him - horny and ready for anything.

He stopped at a Casey's on the outskirts and went to the bathroom. He didn't want his first interaction with his mentor, Mr. Donovan, to be halted by his coffee and water catching up with him. The summer morning air was warm and heavy and the warm-up, at 8:30 in the morning, was already too hot.

He had guessed that since he was going to Mr. Donovan's, dressed like this, that there was going to be sex at some point. He felt a workout, or talk of what and how he was working out, would be coming as well as going over the material from the website or client referencing as well as what was going on Thursday and Friday.

He drove down the neighborhood, reflecting on the first drive there, where Mr. Donovan lived and pulled into his house, knowing exactly where it was where he lost his arse-cherry to Mr. Donovan.

Nervous again, he walked up and rang the doorbell. Expecting James he was surprised as Mr. Donovan answered the door, dressed in a Chicago Bulls, Nike, warmup with Michael Jordan's "jump man" logo. His silver hair again the black of the warmup, made him look spectacular.

"Please come in Donnie," he said very formally and with an outstretched hand gestured him to the living room area down stairs where they shared so much. The smell of the house brought him back and his penis pushed up in his pants. He looked back at Mr. Donovan with a smile and a ready comment, but saw he was all business and Donnie quickly mimicked the stoic face his mentor projected.

"Let's go down the hall, and swing left at the end of it to my workout area," Mr. Donovan said, making Donnie feel good that he guessed right on the workout part of the morning. It was cool enough in his house that the warmup actually felt good on his body. "When you enter go sit on the bench by the far rack."

Donnie coached some and was a four sport athlete who lettered occasionally (golf mainly). He grew two inches in college and really developed his confidence in most sports on the playground growing up, and then in the Field House in Iowa City playing basketball when he should have been studying.

He knew his way around a weight room and after finding the light switch, sat back on the bench which was connect to a rack for bench pressing.

"How much to start?" Mr. Donovan said, not letting him warm up.

"Sir, may I get my blood circulating and do a few stretches," Donnie asked, getting a nod of approval and a slight smile from Mr. Donovan. Donnie jogged in place, did some jumping jacks, then some squat jacks, before doing some push-ups to engage the muscle group, before doing arm circles, large and small and some swimmer hugs. "Thanks and just put 45s on there to start."

Much like the golf day, Donnie was focused and was able to do 135 total lbs. 10 times and went up from there. Mr. Donovan wanted him to do only 80% of his "max" so Donnie stopped at 180 lbs., which he did three times.

They repeated this for some free weight work and other chest, arm and back exercises, Donnie doing 3 sets of each exercise, stopping at 80% of his max. Mr. Donovan took down the information and was still very business like during the entire time. He directed him to the squat rack after the arm workout where

Donnie went to do the bar for warm-ups, all of a sudden Mr. Donovan was behind him, pushed him forward from the waist until his arms met the bar and stopped him.

"Hold still!" Mr. Donovan commanded and Donnie held still, surprised at first then figuring this was part of his training. Mr. Donovan pulled his pants, shorts and undergarment down to his ankles. "Very nice, Donnie, very nice."

Donnie didn't speak as he obeyed his mentor, he decided he was going to take direction as he felt Mr. Donovan's hand on his lower back. On the side of the rack was a jar of lubrication, Donnie leant on the bar, not looking back, but he could hear the fabric of Mr. Donovan's pants slide down and his breathing intensifying. The coolness of the lubricant met his hole as fingers applied the petroleum jelly there and all of a sudden he felt the head of the man's cock there. He held it there as he applied a generous amount to his shaft as he was still rising, soaking every inch.

There was no gentleness, no build up or romance involved, Mr. Donovan pushed his cock into him very deliberately moving forward, making Donnie brace and push back lest he fall forward. Mr. Donovan grunted and made sounds like Donnie did lifting, as inch by inch, his cock pushed forward, Donnie moaned in a strained uncomfortable way until Mr. Donovan had reached all the way inside.

"You fucking weak assed coward," Mr. Donovan said. "It's coming harder you pussy boi."

Donnie was a little shocked at the words, though like a good boi he braced as Mr. Donovan pulled back and this time slammed tip to balls into him with great force. "Agghhhhh," Mr. Donovan cried out as he pushed into the now steady Donnie. "Good man, Donnie, take my cock hard."

Mr. Donovan got a groove going with Donnie in this position, the sounds of the male sex cascading, echoing grunts, sighs, moans, gasps and sucking and slapping filling the weight room.

In the middle of all of this Donnie could hear someone else working out in the background. He tried to peak a look, but a glare from Mr. Donovan that drew a "Your arse is my cunt sissy boi" from him confirmed there was another man in there, but it didn't slow him down.