The Locket, Part Three
Crowell's mouth ached as he knelt and received the next cock. God there were so many of them! Although his eyes saw nothing, he could hear Ambrosia on the couch, laughing and chatting with the waiting men.
He could feel her looking over at him scornfully, her hair tied back in a bun...high full breasts encased in a snug red dress...so beautiful.
And since everything had changed, Ambrosia had forbidden him to touch her breasts anymore! Those wonderful candies were no longer his to play with.
"These babies are for real men" Ambrosia had told him, within sixty minutes of putting the damn locket around her neck.
"You can't touch them ever again...if you're good I might let you see them naked....but I doubt it!"
And of course, poor Crow had been naked almost constantly since his enslavement! At one point, he'd so missed seeing her naked body, as well as feeling totally humiliated and he'd just asked Ambrosia--
"Brosi, can't I just put something on...or can't you undress just a little?"
Ambrosia had lost it. She'd bound Crowell over a hassock, pulled his dick out from behind his legs, and thrashed him mercilessly with some cut thorny branches from the rose bushes outside.
"How dare you, you little worm!" Ambrosia had screamed, as she'd lashed him again and again!
Crow couldn't cry out, because Brosi had jammed a bar of wet Ivory soap in his mouth...but he had bitten down on it and nearly choked to death!
The thorns had ripped his poor cock again and again and then she'd kicked him in his bound, welted ass with her Capezios.
"You little scumbag, you think I'm going to let you see my beautiful body in the nude...you are DREAMING!"
And just a few days before she'd do anything for him! Wear French maid's uniforms, simulate porn vids...and even once she'd worn a sexy teddy and served Crow and his poker buddies beer and chips!
And now of course Crowell was no longer allowed to play poker, and HE'D been the one who had served Ambrosia and his friends chips while they played poker...and then he'd watched, weeping, as she'd fucked them one by one!
And she was so quick to take offense now...his beautiful Ambrosia!
He'd hoped though, that she'd reconsider about the nudity thing but...
Still, since Crow had given Ambrosia the locket, she'd forbidden him to see her naked--even when he was performing between her lovely legs, he had a blindfold on...
Now, of course he also had a blindfold on, and was doing horrible duty on these young men!
"Hurry up, Crow." Ambrosia called to him, "You gotta pay the locket off." Crowell blushed hotly, as the young man grabbed his ears and jammed his cock down Crowell's throat.
God, it's so horrible, Crow thought as the huge dick nearly split his sensitive, well cut lips apart. The kid was moaning and jamming the dick in and out,and Crow was choking....
And Ambrosia was just laughing and having a good time, while Crow suffered! It's like she doesn't care, he thought
The worst part about this, Crow thought, is having my hands locked behind my back with the damn cuffs-- and being on my knees and blindfolded.
But that's part of the advertisement--"SLAVEBOY GIVES YOU A SLOPPY ONE!"
Crowell recalled "Deep Throat" and how Lynda Lovelace had been able to take it all down by relaxing her throat, and penises just didn't bother her...
Ambrosia had provided helpful initial training by making him swallow cucumbers, and then the huge black plastic dildo she'd purchased at the Little Shop...and oh, how she'd beaten him when he coughed and choked!
"Let's try to find ways to help you remember to take it gracefully" Ambrosia had said...
"For every time you choke, I'll put out a Pall Mall on your penis, how's that?"
He'd sustained quite a few burns down there!
And then she'd had him blow her hairdresser, and worse than that, Ambrosia and her friend Paisley had arranged all the guys in their group, and Crowell had had to ugh--sample them all!
But Crow was still new to cocksucking, and God, it was disgusting. He wasn't even hungry, hadn't eaten since morning, but his stomach was filled with gallons of semen, it seemed!
There were the two things Soapy said that Crow remembered so well: First, that he should seriously consider whether he wanted Ambrosia to wear the locket, and secondly, that people always found a way to pay the locket rental.
The ugly little dude Orvard, had enslaved his girlfriend, and she'd given up her credit card to pay the thousand dollar rental...
But just after Crow had put the locket around his adoring girlfriend's neck, she had become very bitchy...
And somehow she'd gotten Crow to transfer his savings accounts, 401(K), Roth IRA and stock and bond portfolio to her name.
When he'd mentioned haltingly that he needed a thousand dollars to pay for renting the locket, she'd given him a vicious whipping with the vacuum cleaning cord for being an "Indian Giver" and taking the locket back, and then proposed a way that he could pay the rental himself!
Hence, Crow was giving blowjobs for $50 a pop...Ambrosia had put flyers up with Crow's bathing-suit pic (Crow was a slim, cherubic type) at gay gyms, gay bars, truck stops, and public restrooms...as well as a huge ad in the "Adult Entertainment" section of their local free weekly.
Then, on alternate nights, Ambrosia dressed Crow up in a Marilyn Monroe outfit, complete with breast forms, and shaved his legs, and had him suck off STRAIGHT guys for a hundred dollars a pop!
"She can't screw you, she's having her period" was the excuse Ambrosia gave. They were still about three hundred dollars short of the locket rental fee, but it had been quite a ride.
Now, Crow coughed on the kid's big dick, and asked him in a strained voice if he could take a break. "Just a minute, sir."
He heard the kid's voice, talking to Ambrosia...
"Hey, this guy's supposed to give me a BJ, I gave you my fifty bucks, and now he says he wants to take a fuckin' break, man."
Crowell shook his head dispiritedly. Apparently some in-the-closet soldier from the local Air Force base had seen the flyer for the "Gay" night, and lots of young military types had come to "give it to the faggot" skull-fucking style.
They were far less pleasant and patient than your traditional appreciative older gay man, who would give Crow time to get himself together, and also give decent tips.
So far, Crow had gotten a couple of bloody noses from intemperate knees when his fellatio skills were lacking...and a few times they'd taken him from behind!
Ambrosia thought that was hilarious!
She had quickly gone from being an adoring girlfriend to the domme of Crowell's dreams...and then beyond, just a bit, what he'd wanted in a dominatrix.
It had been ten days since they'd gotten the locket...and he hadn't cum in ten days!
Ambrosia had actually taken Crow, naked with a chain attached to his balls, on a leash to a black-tie event with all their friends...
And she'd looked absolutely hot in a little black dress, and everyone else had sneered at poor naked Crowell.
None of their friends had seemed to mind this bizzarreness, which made Crow wonder if the locket was eminating vibrations.
At one point during the evening, Ambrosia had borrowed a friend's belt and whipped Crow's penis in front of everyone until he burst into tears!
But he'd been willing to do this, because Ambrosia had teased him with her long nails, tying him down and making him BEG...
And he'd agreed to almost anything with the promise of an orgasm...and indeed after the cocktail party was over, she'd allowed Crowell to beat off in the parking lot in front of all their clapping friends!
He'd thought that was the worst but...
Tonight had been even more terrible. Crow was kneeling, his hands cuffed behind his back, sucking soldier after soldier off...and his jaws felt like lunchmeat...and now this young asshole was complaining about him!
"I'll take care of this, " Ambrosia said, Crowell could hear her rising from the couch. The blindfold was still tight round his eyes.
"Where's my three tailed tawse?" Ambrosia's voice was quite annoyed. Crow knew it wouldn't be very pleasant now.
WHACK! Right across the side of the head. She hadn't waited til he got up--
But now he was being dragged up by an ear. WHACK! THWACK! CRACK!
The tawse was knocking the mousetraps off his nipples, slashing his cock, and he could hear her moving to the back so she could attack from the rear.
WHACK! CRACK! SLASH!
Just the day before, Crow had skipped out on his lunch hour to talk to Soapy about reversing the power of the locket....it had been too much.
He couldn't go there after work because Ambrosia kept a chart of when he was to be back home...if he took more than twenty minutes to get home, he got it really bad with the tawse!
Soapy had shrugged good naturedly when Crow had begged him for a solution.
"Soapy, the fantasy is just-just so much better than the reality. I am afraid for my life here, man...she beats me black and blue!"
Soapy smiled. "See, that's why I asked you, man. It's a good thing you can't prove the properties of the locket in court, or we'd make you guys sign releases...the power changes. All I can recommend, is you leave town...she'll dominate someone else."
But Crowell shrank in fear of this, too...because at some level he knew that he needed a domme...and Ambrosia was the one!
He was locked in a chastity belt most of the time, he took horrible whippings, but in a way, he was fulfilled...
Though right now, blindfolded and stumbling around in a room of amused gay men, being thrashed with a tawse, it was hard to remember...
WHACK! SLASH! SLAP!
Soon, Crow was back on his knees, taking the dick the way he was supposed to...DEEEP!
