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Chapter 9 – Complications or a New Twist?
Panic is an underestimated killer of our time. In Mary Roach’s book, Stiff, she mentions that in survivable airline crashes, the experts often find bodies piled up at emergency exits, right at the threshold of safety, but panic forces them to fumble exit latches or bunch up unable to move about to open doors. She also makes note of the fact that the survival ratio of males to females is unnaturally high on the male side. Apparently the days of women and children first are long dead.
After Dom’s last words to me… “Drew! We’ve got a problem… some guy is snooping around outside and I think it might be a cop!” images of throwing babies into fires to escape this situation came to mind. But then I forced myself to breathe and take hold of the situation. Dom and Joe were looking at me, whiter-faced than I had ever seen them.
The fact that our kidnap, rape, and torture of young girls could come crashing to a nasty end was thrown bluntly into our faces. I was the leader. They were looking to me. I was the guy with my hand on the latch, I could panic and kill us all, or I could relax and calmly open the hatch, leading us to safe escape.
I surveyed the crime scene with a mind, keen and clinically detached like my favorite Vincent D’Onofrio in Law & Order Criminal Intent (He was a GOD in the Cell, but that doesn’t matter right now). A pair of girls, probably underage, signs of sexual trauma, passed out, probably drugged or dead, a dungeon of a basement with untold numbers of clues and evidence pointing fingers directly at some savage criminal named Drew. There was enough evidence in a 10 foot radius to convict me for years.
“Drew!” came the hushed whisper again, shaking me from my burning plane analogies.
“Alright guys, Joe, you watch the girls, gag ‘em and tie ‘em so they can’t make noise. Dom, you come with me.”
Like an American football team breaking huddle, we headed out in our own directions with purposeful strides and briskness in our step. I ran up the step with Dom in tow.
Dom spoke nervously, “I saw someone looking in the kitchen window. I don’t think he saw me. I don’t think…”
“Shut up! You did good man, real good… just shut the fuck up.”
I saw eyes thru blinds in the far room; they were looking away from me. I pushed Dom against the wall and we snuck like ninjas across the hall wall. The eyes disappeared. I saw short-cropped hair in the window crossing from the side of the house to the front lawn, my eye hard against the peephole.
It was a fucking kid! Maybe 15 to 20. I sighed an avalanche. But then he turned, walking to the door. Was he going to knock on the door to the lions den?
*knock knock knock* a timid knock, he would never get a job for FedEx delivery with that kind of pussy knock. I had to think. If I open it, what do I say? Who is he? You have to have purpose to come up almost an acre of driveway to my house. He’s not just some local kid who lost his Frisbee on my roof.
*kock knock knock knock* “Ashely?”
He knew Ashley somehow? We were sinking fast. If I let him go, he knew something about where our house was. If I let him in, I would have another kidnap victim. This was not good.
I decided I couldn’t let him go.
I opened the door with a televangelist smile and greeting, “Hello there! Are you selling cookies or magazines or anything else I don’t really need but might want?”
“Whaa…?” came the reply from a blond-headed, spikey-haired kid wearing Holister clothing. I abhorred him instantly.
“You knocked on my door friend, can I help you?” I asked again with an innocence that would disarm even the most skeptical of mothers.
“Oh uhh… yeah… so uhhh I saw um… well… is… like… Ashley here?” he stammered.
“Ashley…. Who?”
Then he tried to get Tommy Toughnuts on me, completely incongruous with his previous line of questioning, “Look man, I saw a van drive away really fast from Ashley’s house, and I followed it, and that van ended up here a few days ago. I just wanna know why Ash didn’t invite me to this weekend party?” Then his story began to dissolve with typical male insecurity shining through. “Is she here? Is she fuckin someone else? What the fuck man?”
He thought we had picked her up for a party. That he wasn’t invited too. For that, I almost pitied him his unsure, self-esteemless existence, but the fact that he was probably her boyfriend and he was wearing a completely shitty brand of clothes, and this was just the type of guy that would grow up to be like the guy that was plowing my girlfriend. The runes were falling in a harshly negative light for him, I decided.
“You know what son,” I started in, “she actually is fucking some dude right now. I really don’t like the kid, but he’s downstairs right now, and I bet he’s putting it in her butt and pulling her hair as we speak.”
Just the sort of riot I was looking for. The kid burst into action, pushing past me and completely predictable form, raced headlong into my basement. It was too easy. I didn’t have to struggle with him at the door or cause a scene that would have him screaming or yelling outside. I love the predictability of dumbasses.
I slowly locked the door and looked at Dom. He looked horrified. I laughed, “Relax man… that little runt is running down to do what…. Fight Joe? Come on, lets go get this kid tied up, drugged up, and fucked up. He’s another sprinkle in our Sundae, we’ll just have to find something exciting to do with him. Sadly, I’m already getting some ideas.”
We walked down the stairs to hearing the kid yelling at Joe, “What the fuck man!!!” and Joe yelling back… “Who the fuck are you!!!”
I strode down calm and collected. “Listen, Joe this is Ashley’s boyfriend, didn’t you see the white horse he rode in on? No? Yeah me either, anyways, he’s going to be joining us. Kid, I’m hereby placing you under house arrest. You are not to leave the premises, try to escape, try to contact anyone outside the house, be a hero, or any other type of shit without asking first.” His jaw dropped incredulously, “Furthermore, you seriously need to watch your step and you’ll make it through this alive perhaps. You should note your precarious position of being another sausage at the fest, another mouth to feed, and any alpha-male bullshit won’t be tolerated.” At that he lunged at me, yelling, “What the fuck is this… I’m fucking calling the… AHHHHHHHHH”
I had palmed a small personal stun gun that packed a rockin punch. He went down like a little bitch and screamed.
“I told you, pussyboy, keep calm, and don’t be a shit. What do you go and do? Be a shit.” Images of Han Solo’s torture came to mind. I could probably rig up something like that… but I didn’t want to get sued for copyright infringement whenever I got around to writing a story about this, so I just tasered him again for fun because he ruined my star wars nerdery idea.
He screamed but was too busy twitching around trying not to bite his tongue off to do anything. The girls were waking up, tied up, and gagged in the corner. Joe was walking over to assist in the detainment of our newest cocked criminal. Dom was about to wet himself with nervousness.
“Well boys, let’s tie him to the chair.”
“Uh… which chair Drew?”
“Oh… right, Ashley’s dog cage chair. It restrains, tilts back, and lets him feel very, very exposed. Heh, the dogs might even be hungry again for some more jelly, and I think we’re gonna turn this kid queer. He’s already half-way there, you know, poppin his collar. Next he’ll be wearing Banana Republic boxer briefs and enjoying Frapuccinos.” I idly snugged up my pants so the brand tag on my boxer briefs couldn’t be seen, Tess shooting me knowingly evil looks from the corner, and I casually wondered which friend I would send for Cinnamon Dolce Frap’s soon, it’d been a couple days since my last Burning-Celestial-Rock-bucks drink, and I gotsta haves my crack!
“Wait… Drew… you’re seriously not gonna have dogs lick his dick are you? Won’t he like that?” Joe asked a good question while pulling the dazed kid into the seat. After his arms and legs were buckled in place I tilted him back, spread his legs and pulled a knife from the box-o-tools. Cloth scissors work so much better than knives, but I was going more for the psychological effects of having a knife out, than a less threatening pair of scissors. Anytime in movies when you see a knife, you know damn well some dude’s going to get cut up. However, anytime you see scissors, you expect it to turn into arts and crafts day where everyone has fun and someone drinks punch and someone eats cookies.
I waved the knife in his field of
vision above his head as I talked, “Actually, Dom your cousin Mikael is
gay. That works perfectly. We might use dogs, but most likely we’ll just
let your cousin have his way with him. Plus,
the dude will be spread eagle with nothing protecting anything. It’s an incredibly discomforting feeling when
a man realizes that all of his parts are on display and he has no say or
control over what happens or how deep or how hard he gets fucked.” I looked down at my subject, smiled, and
placed the blade flat against his nipple.
“Guys break infinitely easier than chicks because they’re born and bred
thinking they can fight bears and lions with sticks and they’re
invincible. The first time you show them
they really can’t fight someone off, it brings them pretty close to
broken. For chicks, they seem to take it
in stride, its part of the fun, but for a guy to be at that sort of mercy, I
figure he’ll be crying by dinner time.”
“That’s pretty evil.” Joe said.
He didn’t know the half of it yet.
“Dom, call him up. Give him directions and tell him to come over. I think I have a use for him. Tell him we’ve got a young boy tied up and I need someone to fuck him. Haha!”
Dom’s only answer was a far off, “Sure…”
He went off upstairs to call. I turned my attentions back to the boy. I had searched online for a backup plan in case the Pavlov Pussy idea didn’t work. It was a drug I had found that put people into a limbo state. A bit more lucid than twilight though. It was supposed to put people into a very suggestive state. I had planned on giving it to Ashley and programming her stupid girl brains, but my Plan A had worked. I decided to use the drugs on the boy. I would dope him up and have Dom’s cousin work on him. Then I’d have him fuck Ashley, or try to, and shock the shit out of him every time he tried. That way, maybe in the suggestive state, his mind would start equating pain with pussy. And Pleasure with dick. His parents would seek written documents ensuring my eternal damnation from the nearest clergy if they found out.
With one hand I pulled his crappy shirt taught and with the other, I made quick scary slices up thru the fabric with the knife. He gasped at each cut and his eyes got bigger as I got closer to his crotch. I cut thru each sleeve and then tugged the ruined shirt out from under him throwing it idly in the floor. Shirtless and near panic attack, the boy was breathing in terrified pants. Guys are such pussies.
He started squirming when I started cutting thru his shorts. “If you keep squirming, I might slice into something you’ll want to keep.” I arched an eyebrow towards his crotch for emphasis. The knife cut rough thru the shorts and his ugly boxers. He wasn’t saying anything and that was probably good. He was just staring terrified and unbelieving. I pulled his shorts and boxers off to reveal a shriveled, terrified, little penis. “Damn this kid is sporting a bush bigger than Ashley’s.” I joked and he started struggling against the restraints like he was going to do something. “Relax, Ashley doesn’t have a bush anymore, see.” I gestured across the room to the shaved teen. He looked over at Ashley who had her head down shamefully.
But, this is a story about vengeance and chicks. Not dudes and dicks. Well, not their dicks. Mostly mine. And it had been at least like an hour since anything hot had happened.
With some adolescent boy buckled to a chair with a terrified look on his face, I turned my gaze to a pair of adolescent girls tied up with exhausted looks on their faces. We had all had a pretty exhausting day already and night was coming. A good trainer knows when to push his pets past their limits, and when to call it a day. I’m sure their holes were quite sore and their parts all exhausted from the work. Ashley hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a few days.
“Joe, let’s get Ashley into the Tank.” Her eyes flared, not knowing what this mysterious “Tank” was. Joe smiled and walked over to her.
The tank was a sub-basement of sorts. I was guessing no one had really noticed the small door in the back corner of the room. It appeared to still have a few paper towels lying in front of it. I was also guessing those paper towels still had dried cum in them from Dom and Joe the other night. I forget who was in this corner, but in that corner was a small door. Maybe three feet high. Once inside, it was basically a dark, black holding tank, about six feet by six by about four feet high. You really couldn’t stand up, but I had put a mattress in there with some comfy pillows and a piss bucket just in case. The room also had speakers built into the ceiling, covered in a thick mesh to resist anyone trying to break them.
Joe began untying Ashley; she was too exhausted to resist. I walked over and grabbed one arm, he had the other, and we escorted her over to the door. I pulled up on the latch and swung open the door. Joe gently kicked the backs of her knees, buckling her legs and we shuffled her inside. When she saw it was pitch black she started resisting, flailing her arms out to claw at mostly air.
Joe, with his free hand, put his hand on Ashley’s ass and stuck a finger on her asshole. She screamed and scurried inside away from the prying finger. I turned on the light so she could see it wasn’t as bad as she thought, and shut the door. The latch essentially locked the door from the outside and she was in for the night. Through the window in the door, we peered in at her like scientists or psychologists looking in on patients. I pressed the “To Talk” button on the intercom outside the door and bid her a peaceful “Good night, lovely,” then switched off the light and drew the curtain on the door.
“It sounds like she’s yelling at us Drew,” Joe said laughing, “I don’t think she likes you very much.”
“No, she probably doesn’t. But that’s really the point I guess. I sure am glad I soundproofed that room.”
I walked over to my computer and opened a folder ominously or stupidly labeled “Tank Tunes.” In all honesty I had downloaded tons of peaceful relaxing music from my favorite free downloading program. The twist (isn’t there always a twist?) was that I had used another program to record subliminal messages. So, for the duration of her stay in the Tank, she would be relaxing to chill music that would hopefully be working on her subconscious. I had recorded several wonderful messages for her to constantly hear. Some of the phrases included: “I am a complete waste of fucking space,” “I am only happy when I am fucking,” “I am happy when I am sucking dick,” “I love asking boys to fuck my ass,” “I am a worthless whore,” “I am only as good as my master says I am,” “I only live to serve my master,” “I am ugly and worthless,” “I am happiest when I make men happy,” and many more. I hoped she liked her soundtrack. I opened up the play list, hit Play and directed the output to the speakers in the Tank.
Two down, I thought, looking at the restrained boy and the curtain over the door. “Hey Pussyboy, you got a name?”
“Its Matteo.”
Joe and I exchanged the same look. “Not Matt-EHo, but MATTEo? Sounds pretty gay to me. I think all the boys will like calling you Mattey.”
“Dude, shut the fuck up. If I ever get free, you’re seriously gonna
get fucked up.”
“Yeah, that’s all cool and stuff. What do you do? You look kindof old to be fucking this 16yr old girl? Aren’t you in college or something?”
He didn’t say anything and turned his face away from me, not talking. “Fine man, play it cool.” I walked over and dug around in a drawer in my desk and pulled out a rubber band. He turned his head around when he heard me rummaging and eyed me curiously when he saw me pull out the item. I walked over and stood between his legs. “Tell me the story Pussyboy. Are you in college or are you in High School?”
With a worried look on his face, he bit his lip. I shrugged, stretching the rubber band between my thumb and first finger. Pulling it back, I walked up between his open legs and let it snap down on his left testicle. He yelled obscenities between screams for about 15 seconds, coughing several times. Every few seconds after that his stomach would contract and he’d cough and whine again.
“The worst part about getting hit in the nuts isn’t so much the impact, it’s the wave after wave of nausea that sweeps up from your balls dude. Or at least that’s the part that I hate. I could punch you and it might hurt, but it doesn’t feel like I continue punching you for the next few minutes. So, whenever you’re ready, Pussyboy, enlighten us with your tale.”
“Ok ok! Yeah I’m a freshman in college here locally!”
“Ah, and you live in the dorms then right?”
“Fuck… *cough* yeah…”
“Cool. Did you tell your roommate that Ashley’s parents were out of town?”
“Goddamnit… *cough* yes… I did”
“Great! Then he’ll figure you’re sleeping at her house for a while. You know, Pussyboy, its funny. When we were about to kidnap Ashley and Tess, they were discussing which boys they should call over. I don’t recall your name coming up, do you Joe?”
Joe piped up, “No not at all. I would think “boyfriend” would be first on the list to call if my parents went out of town.”
I continued, “Yeah, or at least a boyfriend that she cared about. But whatever, this fucking cunt of a girlfriend of yours cost you more than a few weeks away from school. This really will be a life changing experience for you.”
Dom came down the stairs. “I called him, he’s on his way. Should be here in about 10 minutes.”
“Fantastic, thanks Dom.” I turned back to Pussyboy, “I guess it’s time to get you doped up. The next few days for you are going to be a blur, but don’t worry, on the other side, you’re going to have a whole new sexual orientation if my plans work out. And they usually do.” He started doing the boy-struggling-in-his-bonds-to-hurt-me thing again so I popped him in the same spot on the same nut with the same rubber band and he shrieked like a little bitch. I think this is what they used to call tough love. Hell I don’t even know what that meant, but it sure hurt my balls to hurt his. Whatever, he deserved it.
I went over and got the tranquilizer drug stuff. I followed directions and all the episodes of those crappy doctor shows from TV and injected him with his first dose. It apparently lasts for quite a while, but I had enough for about a week of continued injections if I decided to go on and on without letting him rest. In less than a minute his eyes were blinking lazily.
“Hey Pussyboy, how ya feeling?” I asked.
“Duuuude, …. ….. … pretty … …. Great… …” His responses were slow.
“Do you love dick?”
“… … … Hell… … … No… Faggots…”
“Cool, I think we’ll change his tune.”
A knock at the door brought us all to attention. I walked up the stairs and opened the door with a happy smile on my face. “Hey Mikael!”
“Hey there Drew, you’re looking good. I heard you were having a party over here and needed one good dick sucker.”
I laughed, “Yeah man, not for any of us mind you, so quit getting your hopes up about you and me you silly homo,” I joked, “Now get inside. You thirsty? We’ve got a full bar. I just doped up your new best friend. It’s this drug I found on the internet that puts you in a very relaxed state so you’re pain-free but very open to suggestion. Now this kid hates gays and seems the type that probably beat the shit out of one or two in High School. So, you’re getting the ultimate payback. Taking a future frat-boy to future cock-suck-boy.”
He squealed a sort of happy squeal in only the way gay men can.
Let me back up a second. I’m not gay. As we’ve found out from the preceding 50 pages or so, I very much love the pussy. But I’m a lover of people and gay people generally seem to be some of the happiest, progressive-minded people around and they’re never boring. But then again, I honestly couldn’t sit back after a lot of beer and say that I’ve never thought about fucking a dude. It’d be different. So maybe the definitive “I’m not gay” statement was a little misleading. You know… does it really fucking even matter? We love who we love and we fuck who we fuck. At the end of the day everyone gets their rocks off and we all go home happy so who cares. Life is too short to bitch over titles and names and labels. Have fun, love people, and don’t get on my bad list. That’s the moral of this whole thing called life, I guess.
We headed over to the bar and I fixed Mikael a drink, I don’t remember what it was but it was fruity and vodka-y. We headed down stairs and Mikael gasped happily at the setup.
“Hey… Mika… whats up?” Dom asked nervously. I don’t think they had seen each other in many years. I don’t know the whole story, and I don’t really care. I guess something had gone down in their childhood and now although they lived in the same city, they never wanted to hang out and were very distant.
“Hey Dom, it’s good to see you.” Mikael walked up and hugged Dom, who hugged back awkwardly. “I forgive you.” He said cryptically and disembraced, backing up and looking at the tied up boy.
Joe spoke up from the corner, “Hello.” Was all he said.
“Hey there, I’m Mika.” They exchanged greetings and nonsense, and Mika got back to looking at the naked boy.
“Mika, here’s the plan. I’m going to give this boy into your care for the next few days. Here is the box with the drug in it. I want him to associate cocks with pleasure and pussy with pain. Make him happy that he’s getting to fuck boys and being fucked by boys. Make him hurt when he thinks about pussy. I’ll let you work a bit on him tonight until you’re tired. Tomorrow we’ll get Ashley involved to help facilitate the pussy end of it. Take your time and have fun with him, and don’t stay up too late now you hear?” I added the last part in a faux-fatherly tone.
“Oh I’m afraid I probably will be up late.” He produced a small bottle from his pocket that had white powder in it.
“And I’M afraid that I might have to join you with some of that tomorrow.” I said happily. As far as I was concerned, it’s all drugs. I treat blow like booze. I enjoy being sober most of the time, but occasionally I want a drink. Its all drugs. “So, you have your way with the boy, we’ll be upstairs watching a movie or something. Joe, Dom, would you guys untie Tessie and lets head up to the TV room.”
I turned and headed up the stairs, Mika stroking his hand up Pussyboy’s leg was the last thing I saw of them that night. I went upstairs and drained my SoCo/Dr.Pepper as the boys and Tess were coming up.
“Guys, anyone up for getting shitfaced?”
Everyone erupted in cheers except for Tess. She was still naked but untied, and when the guys left her at the top of the stairs to come over to the bar, she stood there unsure of what to do. It was beautiful seeing this princess caged invisibly. Standing there with nothing but her electric collar on, she shuffled her feet back and forth and looked at the floor for a bit before looking up at me staring at her. The boys were mixing drinks and pouring shots. They both had doubleshots of Jager, you know, to get the party started, and then they mixed separate drinks.
One arm was down at her side, a hand trying to creep over to cover her shaved pussy. She was at war with modesty and trying to act like I told her to. Her legs were closed tight at the knee, and her other arm crossed her body alternating between being raised up to cover her nipples and being lowered down to show off her breasts like I had told her.
Our eyes met and she timidly lowered her gaze. “Sweetheart,“ I cooed “Come join us for drinks. After plowing your friend, I think you deserve a few shots.” Dom and Joe both got excited remembering what had transpired a few hours ago.
“Wooo! Yeah, you totally fucking gave it to her good!” Joe said.
“Yeah, god that was fucking hot. You tore her pussy up!” Dom added.
It was weird, for a minute it was like she was one of the guys and not a hostage sextoy. This was good and bad, and sadly, as the ringleader here, I had to bring everything back to reality.
“Alright Joe, fix Tess two double-Jagers. Fix me two, and you guys each do another double shot. I’m not gonna have you pussy out on me now. Dom, go find a good drunk movie for us to watch, and I swear if it’s a Russell Crowe movie, I’m gonna tie YOU to a chair and have your cousin work on you.” For some reason, what I had meant as a joke, made him give off this really weird vibe. Whatever, I was about to get drunk with a hot naked chick.
We did our shots, and before they set in, I grabbed Tess and we walked to my room. “Hey, so here’s the deal. I’m going to tell the guys No Sex tonight, but you’re probably going to end up sucking everyone’s dick.”
She got a hurt look in her eye that I didn’t like much.
“Listen, you’re a fucktoy as far as they’re concerned. Er I mean as far as WE are concerned you’re just here to be used. So, you know, be happy that I’m giving your pussy and ass a break. Just suck some dick, do what they say, and we’ll all have a good night and you’ll be back in my bed tonight before we sleep. But after you brush your teeth a few times. I don’t want you all cummy-breathed.” I laughed and swatted her hip. “Now before you go back in there, I want you to go in my closet and pick out a really hot outfit. Remember, even though you’re sortof a prisoner here, you do have some level of control. I’m gonna tell them No Sex, but if you play it hot and saucy, you can probably trick these drunk fucking bastards into or out of whatever sick things they come up with for you to do. The sexier you make yourself, the less they’ll care if you actually do whatever they want, and the more they’ll just be happy that they’re seeing something this hot in person.” With the last part I ran my fingers from her collarbone, lightly over her breast to end emphatically over her pussy. “You’ve got about 5 minutes, so hurry and find something sexy. Don’t keep them waiting, if they’re angry it’ll only go worse for you.” I slapped her ass one more time and then I shut the door behind me and went into the main room.
Dom picked out a classic. I sat down as the opening credits started. We had seen it a thousand times and could pretty much quote it. It was really a documentary on what I would do if I were a cop. It involves pot, syrup, and the infamous Cat Game, which also works awesome if you happen to find yourself working the customer service returns counter at a massive electronics store. “Oh, sir, I’m sorry, meow why were you having problems rewinding your DVD? Ah, well meow you do realize that DVD players don’t FUCKING REWIND!!” True story. I hate people. Fucking idiot consumers.
Yes, the cop movie was a drunk-time favorite. I decided to have ‘the talk’ with everyone. “Now guys, here’s the deal. I’m giving the girls a rest tonight.” They aww’ed and exchanged angry ‘bullshit’ type words that I really wasn’t listening to. “But listen, here’s the deal. We’re gonna pretend it’s the strip club. So we’ll sit here, drinking, and watching this movie, but Tess will do whatever you ask. So if you want your dick sucked, just ask. If you want her to finger herself, just ask. Nothing painful or mean, we’re just going to get drunk and have a good time tonight ok?” I got up and got the huge bottle of Jager and brought it into the room, along with several cans of delicious drinks. “No sense in having to get up to pour more shots or find more chasers.”
It’s always been a rule in my house that if anyone calls “Shot!” you have to do one. If you complain, you have to do two. That way everyone mans up and you feel like your friends are cool, or else they pass out really early and in that case they weren’t cool to begin with and were not worth partying with. I decided to change it, mostly to help Tessie out. “New Rule! Well, addendum to the usual SHOT rule. If you get your dick sucked, when you cum, you have to do a double shot.” This was greeted to eager happy exclamations. The booze was starting to kick in and they were just happy to get sucked off. I don’t think they’d realize that with all the booze we were going to be drinking, if they got their dick sucked more than once they’d probably puke. We weren’t hardcore drinkers. I could take down a ton of Jager though. They didn’t seem to have much of a tolerance for it, which again, was good for Tess.
And speaking of her, she walked in to catcall-fanfare from my friends and damnit if it wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Sweet little Tessie was wearing 4” stripper boots that came up to her knee, black and shiny with zippered inside. Black fishnet stockings spiderwebbed their way from booted-knee up her creamy pale thigh only to disappear underneath a very mini black-plaid schoolgirl skirt. Her midriff was bare up to a matching black-plaid-print halter-top that buckled in the front, pulling her breasts together, showing off plenty of the inner parts of her breasts and ample cleavage. She had done up her hair in ebony pigtails that screamed “Use me as handles while you fuck me!”
“Alrighty then, let the games begin! Remember boys, there’s a classic movie on!”
They laughed and forgot all about the movie.
“Tessie, love, why don’t you come kneel at my feet. Boys, first person to do a shot gets to tell Tess to do something first!”
They grabbed for their shot glasses and both drained them in a gulp. Joe won though. “Joe, looks like you’re up first!”
“Goddamn right! Dom you pussy! HA! Alright, let’s see you dance around a bit. I want a lapdance bitch!”
Tess looked up at me and I smiled. It was on.
She crawled scandalously on all fours across the carpet to Joe, seated in a recliner. Her hips swayed back and forth, hypnotically from the back view and Joe’s eyes were focused solely on her tits rocking side to side in the front. Her whorish smile went unnoticed to all but me. She was enjoying this small bit of power. Her boots made a soft whisking sound across the carpet. Her skirt rode up her pale thighs revealing once again that tender area where thigh met the crease of her ass cheeks. Alluring and erotic.
Her hands slid up his shins and found a firm, calculated grip above his knees and she slid up from the carpet, between his legs. Her tits dragged on the chair as she sexily snaked her hands up his thighs and paraded her tits in front of his eyes. Her hands went up his chest as she slowly brought herself up to straddled him and eased down her crotch down to his. She ran her fingers up his face and into his hair and pulled his head back against the recliner like she was in charge. Damn she knew what she was doing.
She slowly grinded her pussy into his crotch, pulled his head to one side, and licked up the side of his neck to his ear. He went crazy with that. She playfully swatted him with one of her pigtails and then the other. His hands found the globes of her ass. He pawed and kneaded at them over her skirt and she started flicking his earlobe with her tongue.
Dom was rubbing his crotch over his pants, waiting eagerly. She leaned back and pulled his head down into her cleavage and he licked at her breasts. She pushed his head back, leaned back on his chair and brought a leg in front of his face, then spun around so her ass was against his dick. She gave me a quick look and saw me smiling approvingly. She stood up with her ass in his face and he reached his hand under her skirt to play. She spun around and slapped his hand away, wagging a finger in his face.
That could’ve been a bad move, but then she slid her hand down into her panties, pulled out a wet finger and wiped it under his nose. He was in heaven. “Alright, Dom, it’s your turn. Joe, you got your gift for now, SHOT!” I said.
“I want a blowjob!” Dom said nervously.
“Dude, this isn’t a fucking wish machine or a genie in a lamp, fucking tell her to suck you off man!” I joked.
“Get over here and suck me off then baby!” Dom said.
She pulled herself off Joe’s erect bulging pants and strutted over in time with the music playing on the movie. I looked over and Joe had his dick out. I swear, he never takes his hands off that thing.
She walked up to Dom on the couch and smiled innocently. “I’m sorry, what did you say cutie?” Wow, she was encouraging this. Amazing.
Dom started to get all bashful with her direct gaze, then he spoke up, “I said, could you like, suck my er whatever and.. give me … like… a blowjob.”
“Aw, that’s so cute! You’re adorable. I’d be happy to suck your whatever sweetheart, why don’t you just lay back and let me help you with that big thing in your pants.” This was perfect!
Dom leaned back and put his arms on top of the couch. She reached down and unbuckled his pants. Then she slid them off and Dom was sitting there in his boxers with half a tent pitched. She pulled down his boxers and the head of his penis caught on the elastic, and when she pulled them off, it flipped up and slapped against his stomach with a funny sound that seemed to embarrass him. “You guys don’t look at it. This is weird!”
I handed Dom another shot and he drained it just before Tess’s lips found the tip of his penis. She swirled her tongue around the tip and sucked hard on it. Dom’s eyes rolled back and he laid down full out on the couch. With her hand, she stroked at his cock and her lips traveled up and down the length of his shaft. She seemed to have a little trouble at the depth, her eyes squinting shut, with cute gagging noises coming from her mouth. Her mouth slid up and down his cock. In the course of about 20 seconds, Dom tensed up and started spearing into Tess’s mouth. With a deep growl, he came.
Joe laughed hard, “Dude! That was so lame! You didn’t even last a minute!!”
Dom turned bright red and started to look mad. Like a hero, Tess diffused the situation by whispering something into Dom’s ear. It sounded something like, “What does it matter how long you took, you got yours, you’re feelin great right? And you have a bigger dick than he does baby.”
With that Dom laid back and smiled happy. All the booze was hitting him hard and he was getting sleepy already. We had been drinking for maybe thirty minutes, but he’d had maybe 6-8 shots in that time. He lay smiling, staring up at the ceiling with a newfound sense of confidence.
“New Rule Dom! You came, you gotta do a shot!” I poured it and he drank it.
Joe asked, “Hey Drew, it’s your turn, whatcha gonna have her do?”
I smiled. “Take off your skirt, sit on the floor and masturbate. I want to see you squirt.”
Her confident façade wavered for a second. She would be the center of attention with guys watching her doing intimate things. I don’t think she had expected this. “Now.” I added. I handed her another double shot and she downed it quickly. She turned around and bent over, pulling the skirt down her legs slowly giving us a great view of her emerging ass. After she stepped out of the skirt, she got down on all fours, showing us her gorgeous ass and her pussy lips were peaking thru. She was wearing a thong that had ridden up her asscrack and into her pussy crack. It was one of those string-types and she just undid the knot and pulled the strings and the thong came off easy. She sat on the carpet, giving us a view of her pussy, only a little color of shame in her face. Soon, she would be a natural exhibitionist slut.
She pulled at a few of the fishnet parts of the crotch and ripped them so she could get her hands and fingers in better. Joe was jacking off full force now and I was sitting watching and smiling. Her eyes never left mine as she slid her hands down her bare belly, along the creases of her thighs and into the wonderland of her pussy. The booze was working on her as well as she started making noise while masturbating.
Her fingers gingerly worked her own buttons. Like a skilled locksmith, it only took a few minutes before she was fully opened. She was laying back, eyes closed, legs bent at the knee. Her pussy was directly in front of me and she had two fingers sliding in and out, deep inside, rubbing mysteries that most men never knew about. Gentle sighs and “oh’s” and “ah’s” escaped her lips as she was lost to some place that we mortals could not bring her back from. A hand reached up from her soaking pussy and unbuckled her top so she could get at her nipples. She tweaked and pulled hard at one while her other hand was delving deep. Her fingers seemed to find that perfect pace as they slid in and out rhythmically, rubbing the upper wall of her pussy. Her aroma scented the room like a candle.
Dom was watching, stroking his dick. Joe was pulling hard at his own meat. I just loved seeing her enjoying herself. I was a patient man, I would get off eventually.
Soon her “oh’s” and “ah’s” came more frequently and her fingers sliding in and out made more noise. Sloppy wet sounds grew louder and finally, with a sharp intake of her breath, she arched, her fingers working harder than before, and a few streams of clear fluid spurted out rhythmically like a heartbeat with the slopping of her fingers. Her teeth clenched together as she tried to keep her more animalistic noises from surfacing but she moaned and squealed long and hard.
It was no earth shattering orgasm. No, that had been earlier today. But she had done as I asked and squirted across the carpet. Most women seemed to think that was weird or gross. I thought it was pretty damn cool.
She laid there for a few seconds and Joe hopped off the couch and with a grunt, came on her stomach. Her hand reached up and held his balls while he came.
“Oh my god that waash fluckin great. I guessh I hafta do anodder shot.” Joe was slurring pretty bad but I poured him another. Dom jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I don’t guess that last shot set well with him. Joe laughed but ended up stumbling to bed. I yelled after him, “Tomorrow is another Fuck-Wheel spin! Make sure you’re up in time for dinner!!”
I looked down at my Tessie. She had had a long day. Between the booze and the cuming she looked like she was passed out. I turned off the TV, scooped her up in my arms and took her to my room. I laid her on the bed, got a wet washcloth and wiped her down. Normally it would be weird wiping some other dude’s jizz off a girl, but it was ok tonight. I took off her top, unzipped her boots and pulled off her fishnets. I was about to get into bed when I remembered the pigtails. I had never had long hair before but I don’t think it would be very comfortable to sleep with your hair like that, so I gently pulled out the rubber band thingers from her pigtails and laid her head on the pillow and got her all tucked in.
I left the room and started cleaning up. I poured the drinks they had made into one cup and took long gulps as I walked down to the basement. Mika had something up Pussyboy’s ass that had him moaning like a girl.
“Hey Mika, how’s it going?”
He turned around and smiled, “Pretty good. I’m just showing him some of the finer points of what his body can feel like with the proper stimulation. Most straight men don’t realize how good it feels to have your prostate massaged properly.”
“Cool… I guess… well I’m going to sleep. Nite Mika and thanks for your help.”
“No problem at all, seriously.” He said with a big grin, “Nite Drew.”
I finished off the drink heading up the stairs, turned out the lights, heard someone in the bathroom puking, and went in to my angel. She was still asleep where I left her. Passed out indeed. I stripped down and got between the sheets. Her pussy was still leaking a bit as there was a small wet spot near her. I turned off the lamp and passed out myself.
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