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THE PRICE
by Carlos Malenkov (writing as Kien Reti)
Word Count: 3009
Copyright (c) 2004 by Carlos Malenkov
Posting and archiving rights granted to ASSM. All other rights reserved.


According to some versions of folk wisdom, every woman has her price --
the price of her virtue, of course. So, if you have enough money, you
possess the key to every single pussy in the world. In theory.

As a practical matter, asking a woman, "What's your price?" is a certain
recipe for getting slapped.



By the time Ralph reached thirty, he had enough money to buy just about
anything that had a price tag, and quite a few things that didn't. He
had been one of the few lucky ones to emerge from the dot-com boom with
every penny of his IPO swag intact. Not counting a couple of tens of
millions in petty cash, there was a little over half a billion in cold,
glittering bullion stashed in an underground vault somewhere underneath
a snow-covered Alp in Switzerland.

He'd had his share of women. More than his share. By the time he had
racked up his first thousand, they were beginning to blur into one
another. Karen? Sandra? Jennifer? Which one was the little, bouncy
blonde? The tall curvy brunette? The one with the oversize ass? The one
with the undersize ass? There wasn't really that much difference. Big
breasts, girlishly small breasts, curvy hips, boyishly lean hips,
hairy pussy, clean-shaven pussy. It was just a matter of muttering a few
promises, kissing, sucking a nipple or two, diddling a clit, inserting,
moving, groaning, coming, and thank you for a wonderful evening. Big
fucking deal.

Still, there were a few memorable women. Marjorie, who was lonely and
traded sex for companionship. She demanded a high price for her pussy --
conversation, companionship, and sharing of feelings. It was satisfying
in its own peculiar way, but emotionally draining.

Then there was Pamela. She just plain enjoyed sex. The way her pussy
milked him when he was inside -- ah! Pamela had her price, but she was
priceless all the same.

And, of course, Pearl. She just plain liked Ralph and enjoyed his company.
She might even have fallen a bit in love with him (heavens, anything
but that!). But she was fun to talk to, fun to be with, and having her
around was comforting. She was beyond price -- a real pearl, in fact.


Given his wealth, his above-average good looks, his sophistication and
trappings of culture, not to mention all the moves he'd learned over
the years, Ralph could pretty much have possessed nearly any woman he
fancied. In fact, he was getting sick and tired and totally fed up with
women and their emotional needs and their clutching neediness and their
clutching, needy pussies.

Out of sheer boredom, Ralph let himself be talked into trying it with a
man. Jordie was a friend of a friend and while he wasn't quite all the
way gay, he'd had quite a bit of experience at taking the passive role
in anal sex. And he *liked* it.

"Listen, Ralph, why not give it a shot? No obligation, no emotional
attachments, none of that courting dance bullshit you have to go through
with a woman. It'll be a new experience for you, and after that you can
take it or leave it. What do you say?"

Ralph was no stranger to anal sex. He had fucked quite a number of his
girlfriends in the ass, and, in fact, somewhat preferred that to vaginal
sex. Women were usually tighter there and some of them even got a more
intense orgasm that way, or so they claimed. And there was that tinge of
tabu still attached to backdoor sex that gave it an extra bit of zing. So,
sure, why *not* try it with a man?

Here he was, on his hands and knees staring at a bare bottom. Jordie was
kneeling down in front of him, with all his goodies exposed. And there
in the shadowed valley between the buttocks was that round, puckered
little hole. The hole he was going to plunge his cock into. An asshole.
A *man's* asshole.

"Lube. Don't forget the lube."

"Don't worry, Jordie fellow. I'm greasing myself up even as we speak."

"Slather on a bit extra. Believe me, it helps. Put a glob of it right
there at the opening. Good. If you remembered to clip your fingernails,
you can stick a finger into me. Easy does it. Yeah, that's right. Now
for the next step. Ready?"

Ralph was ready, all right. He was so hard that it hurt. He gently put the
head of his cock against Jordie's anus and slowly pressed forward. There
was a slight resistance as the sphincter dimpled inward, then opened,
and he was *in*. He was sliding up into Jordie and the friction was
delicious and it was so hot inside. There was so much more heat there
than in a woman's pussy, and he couldn't stand it. His cock was already
starting its dance as he bottomed out, and he gasped as he poured his
essence deep into Jordie.

"Sorry that I came so quick, but I just couldn't help it. It was that
heat, that burning fire inside you."

"Yep, the inner chamber of the rectum has to be the hottest zone in the
body. That's why nurses used to take a person's temperature in there. And
you seem to have stuck *your* thermometer all the way into me. Say, you're
still hard, huh?"

"Well, yeah. How about if I keep right on moving inside you?"

"Now that's a damfine idea. Look, grab that jar of lube, then reach
around and apply some on my cock, would you? Right. Now stroke me. Yeah,
all the way up and down the shaft. In a minute you'll find out what it
feels like when I come with you deep inside my gut. Yeah, faster on the
stroking. And pound into me harder. All ri-i-ght."

The contractions as Jordie let fly pushed Ralph over the edge again.
Jordie's cock was jerking as it spurted streams of hot white come onto
the white sheets, and his ass was squeezing in powerful convulsions
on Ralph's tightly wedged-in cock. And Ralph's cock was jerking as it
spurted streams of hot white come into the black depths of Jordie's
ass. It had never felt this good with a woman, even with those that had
a trained nutcracker pussy. No, nothing at all like it. And the dizzying
realization suddenly hit Ralph that every man, every man alive had an
ass capable of giving this kind of pleasure.

Ralph had awakened one morning when he was still in junior high school
with the amazing insight that every woman alive had a hole between her
legs, and that meant that any woman could potentially be fucked. It had
been a shattering revelation, but this was even better. Every man had
an ass, and that meant that any man could be fucked.


Ralph was tired of collecting women. Maybe it was time to start collecting
men instead. Well, just as some collectors preferred coins to stamps,
maybe he'd find men's asses more interesting than pussies. It was all
a matter of taste, he supposed.

Men's asses were harder to get. Not gay men's asses, of course. Ralph
collected quite an assortment of these in the usual bars and hangouts.
Every once in a while he'd run into a gay who wasn't into anal, and then
it came down to negotiating what the guy's price was. Ralph found out
how it felt to give a blowjob when that was the only way to get into
Jimbo's ass. The guy was a former pro basketball player and he had a
tight, athlete's ass -- an ass Ralph just had to have. Swallowing come
wasn't such a big deal, he found out, when your cock was throbbing in
anticipation of sinking into the guy's back entrance as an encore.

Some asses had to be paid for in cash. How much would it take to convince
an ordinary hetero male to take it in the ass? It depended on how badly
the guy needed the money. Blake, for instance, bragged about how many
girlfriends he'd had. He made a point of flaunting his homophobia and
bragging about how many queers he and his buddies had beaten up. He had
a weakness for gambling, though, and the loan sharks were after him. His
price was a measly $600, and he let himself be fucked a second time ("one
for the road") at no extra charge. Yeah, Ralph snickered to himself,
you never know if you're a bottom until you try.


Johnnie couldn't be bought, or so he said. He was an old-fashioned kind
of guy who liked his whiskey straight up and his women the same way, and
who was solidly straight up himself. He drove a pickup with a shotgun
rack, drank Bud by the multiple six pack, loved his country music, and
was about as classic an example of a redneck as Ralph had ever run into.

"No fuggin' way man. In fact, ahm gonna give ya to the count of ten to
start runnin' 'fore I blow your sorry butt away. One, two . . . "

"Hold your horses, Johnnie boy. Ever seen one of these things? It's a
thousand dollar bill. A hundred of these says I can buy your ass. Now,
you either make good on blowing me away or you pull down those overalls
and bend over."

For ever after, Ralph remembered Johnnie as the Hundred Thousand Dollar
Man. Yeah, Johnnie had bent over when the price was right, but why then
did his dick rise while he was being fucked? And how did he manage to
shoot his wad with a hard cock moving inside him if he hated it so damn
much? And why did he ask all those questions afterwards about other men
who did that sort of thing? Another closet bottom, for sure.


Then there was the politician. William Briggs stood for old-fashioned
morals and rectitude. In fact, they called him Senator Family Values. He
was young and dynamic, and there was talk of possibly putting him on
the next presidential ticket. And he sure did have a nice ass. . . .

Ralph hired a private investigator. This particular PI didn't come cheap,
but he had a reputation for being able to dig up the dirt on *anyone*. It
turned out he was worth every penny Ralph paid him.

Senator Briggs wasn't nearly as upright as his public reputation made
him out to be. He cheated on his taxes and his wife, all right, but that
was only the tip of the iceberg. Briggs liked little girls. He like them
a lot. He did things to them. Nasty things.

"Now, Senator, I have no particular desire to destroy your reputation
and ruin your career. Certainly, I understand that even paragons of
virtue have moments of weakness. But your particular weakness, well,
it's a bit . . . extreme.

"Yes, of course I'm willing to be reasonable about this. I'll destroy
all copies of the pictures and the audiotapes and make sure nothing of
this gets out, but . . .

"No, don't bother offering me money. I have all the filthy luchre
I need. In fact, I have considerably more of it than you do. Enough
to buy and sell guys like you a dozen times over. In order for us to
reach an accommodation, I'll ask something else of you, something you
might find distasteful and repugnant, but perhaps you could view it as
expiation and atonement for your sins. For being a lying hypocrite and
a child molester. For the perverted acts you forced those young girls
to perform. For . . . "

The first time was difficult. Briggs clenched up just as Ralph was in the
process of penetrating him. Then he broke down weeping, and Ralph spent
the next several hours bringing him back to his senses and persuading
him not to do away with himself right then and there.

The Senator awoke later that night lying on flat on his belly and
with a sensation of fullness in his rectum. There was something inside
him! It was in his ass! Ralph was straddling him and pushing his erect
organ into him. He had been drugged! And now he was being raped! Well,
maybe it wasn't exactly rape, since he'd more or less agreed to allow
himself be sodomized in return for . . . nondisclosure of his monstrous
deeds. Blackmailed into letting himself be buggered.

Strangely enough, it didn't feel all that bad. He could easily get used
to having that *thing* shoved up his behind. And now that Ralph was
moving inside him, the Senator felt his own penis beginning to harden and
. . . and yes, it did feel rather interesting. He could imagine becoming
accustomed to having this done to him. It was filthy and perverted and
exciting all at once. It was even better than doing those things with
the little girls . . .



It was inevitable that Ralph would finally meet a man who insisted on
fucking *him* The guy was a lifeguard at a public beach and he possessed
what had to be the world's finest ass.

"The name's Mick, and in real life I'm an investment analyst. Can't
say I actually need the money from this gig, but I get a charge out of
saving the occasional damsel in distress and from being able to give the
bum's rush to drunken bums. Not to mention the opportunities it give me
to meet men who share my special interest. Asses are my special interest."

"Mine too, Mick, and as it happens I find yours particularly interesting."

"Well, then, Ralph, is it? We could probably work out something to our
mutual benefit. What would you say to an even swap?"

"Ah, well, what if I just paid you instead? You know, give you whatever
it takes for me to get into your ass, and then call it quits. Cash and
carry, so to speak."

"Ralph, old fellow, whatever would I do with your cash? I made a couple
of million at my job last year and I have more money in the bank than
I know what to do with. I own this condo free and clear and I drive a
Lamborghini for heaven's sake. Money? No, I'm definitely not for sale, and
neither is my ass. But what I *will* do is trade you, even-steven. Your
ass for mine. Take it or leave it."

Ralph thought a long moment. "I've never had it done to me before. Be
gentle, will you?"


"This will relax you, guy. Flop over on your stomach. No, you don't need
to tense up. I'm not going to do *that* to you. Yet."

Ralph felt strong, sensitive hands fondling his ass cheeks and now
rubbing something aromatic and greasy onto them. Whatever it was made
his buttocks feel warm, then warmer, then burning hot.

"It's Water Buffalo Balm, an exotic blend of oils and aromatics that
soothe and heat at the same time. Imported from Thailand. Pretty good,
huh?"

Ralph had a partial erection and his anal sphincter was starting to throb.
His cheeks were flushed and he felt the blood rushing to his head. What
in the hell was happening to him?

"All right, now we're ready for the next step. I'm gently massaging your
gateway of heavenly delights, the entrance to your dark mysteries. Now
I'm gradually inserting a finger into your passage, to open it up and lube
it. Now a second finger to loosen and stretch you. How does that feel?"

"Nice, actually, Mick." Ralph's asshole was pulsing in slow beat to the
tingling caress of the fingers inside it.

"I've got three fingers inside you now and you feel silky smooth and
buttery soft in there. You're definitely ready. Past ready. Now get on
your hands and knees and give me the gift of your virginity."

It felt different than he'd expected. Mick was moving in and out of him
(fucking him in the ass!) and there was no discomfort at all. There
was a sensation of being stretched, and a delicious fullness and a sort
of liquid friction down there in his lower gut. Ralph turned sideways
to watch in the full-length mirror as the long cock slowly disappeared
inside him, then emerged, glistening with lube and body secretions.

"Okay, you can push all the way up inside me now, and speed up the
strokes a little, will you? Oh, yeah, that's intense. Too intense. Mick,
I don't think I can hold back. Geez, I'm exploding."

Mick held inside him at full depth as Ralph's cock spurted its load over
the towel beneath him. It was like an electric shock, and it felt as
if the top of his skull had blown off and he cried out with the almost
painful ecstasy of it.

"It's all right, guy. You're doing fine. It won't take long for you to
get hard again, and then it's your turn. Just think of being inside my
hot ass to top the evening off."

Later that night Ralph finally fucked Mick, and it was the best piece
of ass he'd had in a good while. But somehow it was nowhere near as
intense as being on the bottom. But then, perhaps nothing could be
that intense, could give you the feeling of being swept away by forces
beyond his control. And maybe he had discovered something about himself,
something terribly important and terribly frightening. Maybe, just
maybe, underneath a thin veneer of manhood, he was really a bottom --
a guy who liked taking it in the ass.

"Yeah, that happens with some people. Their first time on the bottom flips
them right over. It triggers something buried inside them, something deep
and dark and profound, and they're never the same again. But hey, Ralph,
that's the price you pay every time you try something new and dangerous."

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