The Family Feud III

Chapter Thirty-Four
“Olive Garden, when you are here, you are family!”

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 36
Get out of jail cards: 1
WHORE: 1,3,1,0,0
JAMIE: 39
Get out of jail cards: 1
WHORE: 1,3,1,0,0

**Note to reader: This is Wendy’s journal from Friday Night detailing the events of approximately 10PM after her talk with Vicky at the book store. Some of Wendy’s journal was altered to protect the name of the corporation and some of the employee’s identities. In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a ‘narrative’ story format.

I felt a little bad about what I had just done to Vicky. She had been my biggest rival at work, stealing the credit for my work, poaching my best staff members. There was usually no guilt associated with paying her back in kind – after all, it’s just business.

She had just been kind enough to lend me some makeup and let me blow dry my hair. I am sure I looked like a train wreck - a train that had been loaded down with dirty whores.

This past week one tip I have picked up is if you plan to suck a lot of dicks, regular lipstick just won’t cut it. Vicky had that 16 hour all-day lip color by Covergirl. It was hot pink, which isn’t my shade but beggars can’t be choosers.

The point is I suspect the kindness, and her dressing like me is her way of showing me respect.

As strange as it sounds, I don’t believe she bought those books to give her an edge in the office. I don’t believe she is dressing like a slut for that reason either. I think she is genuinely copying what she sees me wearing and doing because on some level she respects me and wants to be me.

Isn’t that the bitter irony of life? Years of professional rivalry and here we are not that unlike my Sister and I? Both after trying to be just like our idealized vision of the other.

Do I really have to worry about bad karma anymore? Could my life get any worse? Okay, no point in feeling sorry for myself. I have my health, and my family is still together. In another week, this will be done and I’ll have a new perspective and a fresh start with them. Things could definitely be worse, so yes I still have to worry about karma - what comes around, goes around.

I could of course be imagining that, and she really is just a cold, calculating monster with no morals who will do anything to succeed in the office. I like that theory better because it doesn’t make me feel so bad for planting a seed in her mind to go to Steve and ask him if he will be her handler. I don’t know what possessed me to tell her that, but I can just picture Steve putting her through the same therapy he thinks I asked him for.

Speaking of treatment, my ‘date’ and his friends weren’t sure where to take me. I am obviously the first date any of them have ever had. We walked around the parking lot of the loop so they could show me off to strangers. That was awkward, this MILF dressed like a whore walking around with a gaggle of young teenage boys telling her what to do.

“Are you really Sheldon’s Aunt?” Millhouse asked me.

“Yes Sir, why do you ask?”

“You seem so compliant, it just seems improbable.” Millhouse stated analytically.

“You are Magic the Gathering players, I have a great deal of respect for you.”

“Respect is one thing, but you seem willing to follow our orders.” I had to hand it to Millhouse that was a fair sense of reasoning. I think the fact he finally got a little nookie may have made him less shy. I suppose I should be proud if I can claim responsibility for making a ‘man’ out of a boy.

“My nephew has blackmail on me, so I’ll do what he tells me within reason. Now that he has shared that with you, I am at your mercy too.” I tried to sound convincing with the convoluted cover story that Sheldon had given me. I had to juggle one at work, it seemed fitting I’d have to juggle one for my dates.

“So if I told you to suck my toe, you would?” Millhouse asked as if he were trying to feel out his boundaries.

“If we were some place a little more private than the parking lot of a shopping center, and it was okay with Sheldon, then Yes Sir, I would.”

Clint slapped Millhouse hard on his shoulder, “Dude, you have a foot fetish? That is gross.”

Millhouse became a little guarded and he denied having a full blown fetish.

“If you are going to stick your foot into a hole, stick it into that brown poop chute of hers!” Clint suggested.

I don’t know why I smiled at how crude their comments were, it was almost as if I weren’t present and they were bragging about things they would do to some whore if they had the chance.

“Aunt Wendy, you know it isn’t nice to tease my friends.” Sheldon had been silent until now. I didn’t understand what he was talking about so he explained further. “Don’t you think if you are going to promise you will let my friends toe-fuck you in every hole, you should deliver on that promise, instead of just talking about it like a dirty phone sex operator?”

“I am sorry Sir. I was just making conversation and answering your friend’s question.”

“Sorry doesn’t it cut it. If you are going to get us excited talking about foot fetishes and how you’d like to suck our feet, then you should have too!”

I assumed Sheldon was trying to get me to agree I had done something wrong so I nodded politely and apologized again to Millhouse. The other boys looked somewhat amused, except for Todd who just looked a little dumbfounded.

They led me behind a Bed, Bath and Beyond to another dumpster. What is it with dumpsters and sex - Doesn’t anyone like beds anymore?

I half expected to see Weird Larry or some other strange person hanging around inside the concrete cubicle that surrounded the smelly dumpster. We were all alone.

“Should I undress, Sir?” I asked awkwardly.

“No, you stand there with your thumb up your ass.” Sheldon said sarcastically. I paused wondering if he was serious. The way this night had been going I felt it could have been a legitimate order. He slapped my tits and made it clear he meant I should strip for the boys.

I hung my skirt and top on the metal bar that runs across the top of the dumpster just like I had at Best Buy as I stepped out of what I was wearing.

“You are a real dumpster slut, you know that?” Clint asked me. I assumed it was rhetorical, but he seemed to be waiting for me to agree with him.

“Yes Sir, I guess I am a dumpster slut. Would you like me to suck your feet?”

Millhouse piped up to say that he would be first which seemed to be fine with everyone else.

“Unlock that belt though, so I can toe fuck her ass.” Clint had cum fairly early when we were back at the bathroom and I could sense he felt gypped when the others came in my ass. He was acting like he wanted to get his money’s worth even though he hadn’t paid anything.

Once I had my chastity belt unlocked and removed, I had to kneel on the cracked pavement, but in the darkened parking lot I don’t think they saw my pained expression. If they did, they didn’t care.

I bent down to start sucking Millhouse’s big toe after he pulled off his gym shoes. It wasn’t that bad, it is like sucking a cock only smaller.

Clint gingerly added his big toe to my asscrack, jabbing it in while standing behind me. I had to take my hands off guiding Millhouse’s toe to my mouth to pull my cheeks open so he could get his toe in. I couldn’t believe that I was still not numb to this sort of humiliation. The idea of spreading my asshole wide for a fat teenage boy to jab his big toe up my butt sent fresh shockwaves of guilt and embarrassment up and down my spine.

Sheldon and the others were laughing at me, although I think Todd wasn’t really entertained. After Millhouse had each of his toes sucked in turn, Clint came around to my face. “Open wide, magic slut!”

I did as I was told and he tried to fit most of his dirty foot into my mouth.

“How does it feel to know that I just had this toe up your ass with all your crap and the cum we packed up your ass?”

I couldn’t answer since my mouth was stuffed. A part of me wanted to defiantly remind him he didn’t last long enough to pack my ass with anything but his toe. It’s probably for the best my mouth was preoccupied accommodating his foot or else I am sure they would have been harder on me.

Sheldon and Chuck at first seemed to be trying to foot fuck me with their bare feet. They were each going for a different hole. I couldn’t hold myself open, because it was all I could do to keep with Clint’s foot driving itself into my tonsils.

I had started out kneeling, but now I was in a position some place between all fours and kneeling, trying to hold myself still.

Chuck and Sheldon began just kicking me in my ass cheeks and when they found those were too tough, they came around to the side and began kicking me in the stomach. It knocked the wind out of me and eventually I collapsed on the ground.

“Are you okay?” Millhouse asked with what sounded like genuine concern.

“I think so, Sir.”

“See, I told you she was faking.” Clint sounded angry with me for falling over. “We should curb stomp this bitch, and get home and finish our game.”

Todd who had been watching and not participating, came to my aid, “Nobody is curb stomping anyone.”

I was smiling to myself. There WERE some genuinely good people in the world. It seemed like almost anyone with a cock could be convinced to put it inside me one way or another. I was glad that he was standing up for me.

Then he added, “This slut was probably born before my mom, let’s just get the fuck out of here.”

That genuinely hurt my feelings and I laid my naked body flat on the ground, hugging the cracked pavement. He had taken the wind out of my sails completely with that comment. It was true of course. I may have been as old as his mother, but it still hurt to hear it from someone who I thought was defending my decency.

Sheldon was the only one to remain after they decided to call it quits on their dirty games with me. “Are you hungry, Auntie?”

I lay there naked on the ground for a few seconds wondering why he was still calling me his Aunt. I had heard the boys leave. I got the impression that the idea of the incest, even though it was just pretend, turned him on and it wasn’t just a cover story after all.

“You aren’t going to make me eat from the dumpster, are you Sir?” I asked skeptically as I started up and began to dust myself off.

“Funny” Sheldon answered as if he might have been considering that and my sarcasm had changed his mind. “I was thinking some place really nice and elegant – Olive Garden.”

I almost laughed out loud that “Olive Garden” and “Really nice and elegant” were used in the same sentence without the words “is not”.

Sheldon’s mom is obviously well off. I am sure he has been to restaurants much nicer than Olive Garden. Chris calls it the “Highest Quality of all the low quality restaurants.” which is kind of funny, I suppose, for a teenage boy with whatever money he has. Perhaps it is the best he can do. I pretended to be gracious and thankful.

I was thankful, after all this week, most of my meals came with a side of cum sauce. I guess I was just pretending to be gracious about it as he watched me dress, since any food had to be an improvement over that.

On the walk to Olive Garden, Sheldon rediscovered his fondness for his wire whip and he became reacquainted with my ass. I could have sworn that as hard as he was hitting my thighs and ass that it shredded my skirt but somehow the tough little thing held out under all his abuse.

“You are going to be a good Aunt at the restaurant?”

~Thwack~

“Yes Sir!” I’d blurt out, but he’d hit my butt anyway. It didn’t matter what I answered. Bill and Chris would at least consider if the context of my answers warranted a spanking. Sheldon was just being unfair.

Friday night at Olive Garden is a depressing experience. The people waiting for a table are the usual couples and families who couldn’t get seated at Macaroni Grill or Carrabas. They have already waited at those places to be seated and now to add insult to injury they are waiting for a table at the restaurant that was never anyone’s first choice (with the exception of my date).

We had to wait next to an older couple in their late sixties.

“Is that your son?” the nice old woman asked.

“No, he is my nephew, Ma’am.” I answered sweetly. I was surprised how easy it was for me to lie about this to her.

“Oh, that is nice.” She answered seemingly oblivious to Sheldon pinching my butt as I answered.

I felt like I was about to burst out of the tube top I was wearing. Her husband was staring right at my bouncing tits and hard nipples. I suppose this is pay back for laughing at guys with obvious hard-ons underneath their pants. Nature gave me big fat nipples and I had to go ahead and let surgery gift me with d-cup boobs, so now my medicine is to sit quietly while a man older than my father pretends he isn’t looking right at my tits through my top – and his wife pretends she doesn’t notice him looking.

“It was so nice meeting you.” they said as we were led to our table. I would have loved to hear what she said about me after we left. I am sure it was something that would have thrilled our neighborhood gossip Mrs. Waxerman about my nerve to dress this way and act so disgracefully.

I waited for my date to be seated first in the booth. He didn’t acknowledge my attempts at being a polite little slut for him. He began studying the menu intently as if I wasn’t sitting with him.

When he finally looked up, he asked me if I knew what I wanted.

“I get to order for myself, Sir?” I asked with amazement. I had assumed he was going to choose for me.

“Oh no, good point.” He looked back down at the menu to pick out what I would be having. Me and my big mouth. I do this to Bill too without thinking about it. I think sometimes I’ve said or done something that fed him the idea to make things even harder on me than they really are. I have to wonder if my subconscious is really masochistic or if I just say the dumbest things some times?

He ordered the lasagna for himself and a root beer. “You have been putting on a few pounds haven’t you, Aunt Wendy?”

I agreed with him in front of the waitress because he implied I should. I don’t have rock hard abs like my daughter, but I don’t think I am pudgy either.

“She’ll just have the soup, salad and bread sticks.”

I smiled, that sounded like the best dinner I’ve had in two weeks. I made a mental note to send him a thank you card when this is all over for the rare treat.

“On second thought, just the breadsticks, and water with lemon.”

There went HIS thank you card. I tried to put on my thankful and gracious face, I think he bought it (or he didn’t care).

“That was very thoughtful of you, Sir.” I tried to hide the trace of sarcasm from my voice once the waiter left.

“Yeah I know, but I already paid twenty for the date. I wasn’t sure I should have to shell out for your dinner too.” He rationalized to me. “How much of that twenty do you get to keep?”

I almost lost my cool and laughed at the idea that I was here to earn a portion of twenty dollars. “My son keeps all of the money, Sir.” I managed to keep a straight face.

“That’s the rule of the pimping game. The pimp handles 100% of the money.” Sheldon tried to sound ‘gangsta’ and it took all the self-control I had not to laugh at him.

We talked casually until the food came and I made polite conversation. I was surprised he wasn’t more interested in why I was allowing all of this to happen to me. If I had been in his situation, I probably would have as well. He was more interested in talking about himself so I listened with feigned interest while he discussed video games, and internet memes that interested him.

“I could order you to take that chastity belt off and dip those breadsticks in your pussy.”

“Technically, you couldn’t Sir.” I reminded him that according to the rules of my use, if I have on the chastity belt it can only be taken off for inspections and my using the bathroom.

“You let me and my friends fuck you though!” He said with his mouth full of what smelled like delicious lasagna.

I lowered my voice in the hopes he would lower his so that the people sitting next to us didn’t hear him say things like that. “That is true, and if you tell Chris and my husband I will be punished for it, Sir.”

“IF?” He asked incredulously. “Why wouldn’t I tell them?”

“Would you want to tell them you left me to be raped by three guys, when you were supposed to be watching me?”

“I hardly think it’s possible to rape the willing.”

I shook off the intended insult. I wasn’t sure what to think about what happened to me at the book store. I would be processing that for some time to come. “Did you know those guys?”

“Yeah, they like to make fun of us and disrupt our games. You don’t seem any worse for the wear.” He answered dismissively.

I wanted to point out that I could have been killed, carved up or anything, but I decided not to press the issue. “Would you consider not telling my husband and son about anything that happened at the book store? Let’s pretend it never happened, Sir”

“Why would I do that? I don’t care if you get punished.” He seemed genuinely amused I would be punished.

“Think about it from a practical perspective, Sir. If you tell them what I did, they probably won’t let me come with you again, and if they do, I certainly won’t play along as your Aunt and fuck all of your friends.” I tried to appeal to his sense of reason.

“Deep throat your breadsticks when the waiter comes around and I’ll think about it.” He laughed while he spun his fork in the Lasagna that he wasn’t even going to finish. I was famished and it looked fabulous. I take back all the mean things I said about Olive Garden being mediocre. Right then I would have licked the plate clean if it had been on Clint’s sweaty, fat ass at the time.

I agreed to his terms and each time the waiter came over, I found a reason to dip the long, phallic shaped garlic bread stick into my throat and look right at him. He gave me an awkward stare. He was one of those impossibly handsome waiters that you just know must be gay, so I don’t think this was doing anything for him.

It was doing something for my naughty nephew of a date, because he was playing footsie with me under the table whenever the waiter came by.

“What do you want to do after this?” He asked as the waiter took away his half-finished plate to clear the table.

“Take a shower and sleep in a bed, Sir.”

“They don’t let you do that at home?”

“I get to shower every day, but I am talking about a nice, private shower without someone watching me, or washing me with warm, soapy water.” I was already doing it in my mind, even if I wasn’t going to get it in real life.

“My cousin Jamie soaps up your ass every day?” He asked with a smirk.

I wanted to tell the little twerp that we aren’t really related because now that he mentioned Jamie as his cousin it was creeping me out. Truth be told, it wasn’t that, as much as it was I desperately wanted to know what happened at Jamie’s football game. I hadn’t heard police sirens or ambulances in the distance, so at least things hadn’t been TOO bad I joked to myself.

“Yes Sir, we soap each other up, and Chris makes us spend a lot of time on our dirty asses.” I answered honestly. He delighted in hearing details like that even though he rarely initiated the question himself.

“Maybe next Friday, I’ll rent you both for the night.”

“That is up to you Sir, and I am sure she will play along as your cousin.” I noticed his face wilt a little when I reminded him we were only related through make believe. “But only blowjobs for you and your friend when she is around, okay Sir?”

He seemed disappointed with me that I wasn’t willing to do everything in front of Jamie. I wondered how come he didn’t consider himself lucky we’d both be sucking his cock. He was just too young to know how good he really had it with us.

He yawned, “It’s getting late, I think I’ll take you to the park after this and call it a night.” His tone had a sudden ennui of jaded boredom about it.

“I thought we were having a nice conversation, Sir.” I smiled reflectively.

“You just want to stall so you don’t have to get tied to a tree in the park.” He laughed. I hadn’t even thought about that stipulation. It sounded so far out that I was going to have to willingly hug a tree and be tied there until morning that I couldn’t even picture it.

“Dine and dash.” He announced and he stood up and began to walk slowly out of the restaurant as if he had left his money on the table. I followed him, fearing the repercussion of waiting at the table with no money at all.

I haven’t dined and dashed in my entire life. I have to admit a certain thrill to it - an adrenalin rush. Once we left the restaurant we walked much faster and kept looking over our shoulder for some Manager to chase us but no one ever came. I have to admit that fear of the unknown and doing something naughty felt very familiar, it was a lot like some of the dares and humiliations I had endured this past week.

“I have never done that before, Sir!” I said with excitement once we were sure we were in the clear.

“That is a shocker. Something you have never done?”

“I wasn’t always the naughty Aunt. Last week, I would never have done any of this with you.”

“I call bullshit on that. There is no way you could handle two gang bangs and a toe-fucking in one night after just one week.”

“I was wondering the same thing about you and your friends. They seemed to have no problem taking down their pants and fucking me right in my ass in front of each other.”

“Are you kidding? We were laughing and making fun of each other the whole time. Did you see the size of Clint’s weenis? It was like a cocktail weiner.”

“Weenis, that’s funny Sir.” I laughed. “I was too busy dealing with your friend Millhouse’s thick python.”

“Really? Is his like the biggest you have ever had?” I wasn’t sure why Sheldon seemed so proud of his friend’s girth.

“I think it is definitely up there, in size.” I had just realized I had lost track of which was the biggest. I had more sexual partners than I could remember this past week after almost twenty years of marriage.

“He has such a small body, that it probably seems disproportionate to his size.” He added. ”That is forced perspective. Your vantage point makes it seem larger than it really is.”

I nodded and joked, “I need one of those for my ass to make it look smaller, Sir.”

“Actually, you have a perfect ass. It’s like J-Lo’s, firm and round”

I smiled at his flattery, unsure why he was being so nice all of a sudden. “I didn’t know guys your age still even listen to Jenifer Lopez.”

“She is a singer?”

“Well that answers that question, Yes Sir, she is a singer as well as an actress and life support for a perfect ass.”

“We are almost to the park, I am enjoying our talk. It’s going to be a shame to have to leave you there.” He changed the subject.

“You don’t have too, Sir? You could walk me home. It is only a few more blocks.”

“No, I should be getting home. My Mom will be pissed. I didn’t tell her I was going out.”

“I thought you told her you were going to a birthday party, Sir?”

“She would have known something was up. I wouldn’t miss my Friday Night Magic the Gathering for just anything.”

“I am flattered you thought enough of me to miss your game for me. You didn’t have to tell me you were going to a birthday party though.”

“I was nervous when I first met you. I wasn’t sure you were really going to do everything Chris said.” He admitted before acknowledging my compliment. “I didn’t miss the card game. I missed PLAYING in the game, but now they are going to make me guild master, so it was worth it.”

“I am glad my fucking your friends helped your social standing then, Sir.” I giggled and we walked hand in hand for a while until we reached Cambier park. The park was only lit by a few overhead lamps and there was no one there.

We walked past the playground and the birthday pavilions where some soccer mom would be throwing her kids a birthday party tomorrow morning. I felt like I was being walked to the gallows after my last meal.

He guided me to a small wooded area next to a lake. “What if there is some homeless person living in there, Sir?” I asked him nervously as I scanned the dark woods for signs of any one.

“Then he’d probably fuck you, silly.” The flippant way that Sheldon answered my question made him seem like an annoying know it all. I could see why he was considered a ‘nerd’ at school. He had a tendency to take that tone all of the time with adults. I know I am supposed to see him as my ‘better’ and superior but he makes it damned hard when he talks like a punk who over simplifies everything.

“You aren’t afraid of snakes or armadillos?” I asked him as we started along a well-worn path to the center of the trees.

I should also point out that Cambier park is in the middle of the suburbs and the trees they have allowed to remain are surrounded on all sides by town houses and the park itself. That is why it came as no surprise when he dismissed my concern “This is where the cool kids go to smoke dope, one of them would have been bit by now if there were any wild animals roaming around here – stop freaking out.”

It had to be close to midnight and my body should be tired, but I had a heightened sense of nervousness that became refreshed when he told me to undress. “This time your shoes and everything.”

“My collar too, Sir?” I asked obediently as I stepped out of my skirt for what had to be the dozenth time today.

“No, that’s the symbol of your station as a slave, I guess that can remain.” He made it sound like he was doing me a favor as he impatiently collected my skirt, tube top and shoes. I hadn’t heard myself referred to as a ‘slave’ very often and it felt surreal. I guess I am a ‘slave’ but not in the traditional sense of civil war era slaves. I am my son’s and husband’s property though, so I accepted my fate and turned around so that Sheldon could unlock my chastity belt and leave me completely naked.

I put my hands behind my head without being told and waited for him to fool around with the lock in the dark until he finally got it to click. Then I shimmied out of it and presented it to him.

“I have to give this back to Chris, you really want to send it home like this?” He asked as if I had just farted in his teeth.

I stood there confused with my fingers still interlaced behind my head until I realized what he was talking about. “Thank you for reminding me, Sir.” I turned around to face him. “May I please be permitted to clean my chastity belt before you return it to my owner?”

“Clean it of what?” He giggled at my discomfort.

Bill and Chris had Jamie really into the entre not sugar coating everything and saying what you mean in the most vulgar way possible so that you really feel it. I was still resistant to that philosophy and it was difficult for me to do it when Bill and Chris weren’t making sure I was compliant with their rules.

“My pussy juice and my ass sweat, Sir.”

“Do you think there may be some poop on the butt plug?” He was laughing as he handed it to me.

I sniffed the metal plug and smiled, “I don’t think so, Sir.” I began to lick and as I did I was aware of just how long and oddly sharpened that anal plug really seems when you look at it closely.

“Did you get wet tonight?”

“Yes Sir, many times.” I answered unsure if he really understood the difference between orgasms and getting wet and not wanting to tell him unless he asks.

“So you get off on this treatment, then?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer him. I could tell him I hated every second of it, but in truth some of it was an adventure. “I am not sure, Sir. I try to think about if I am being pleasing to others.” I gave a safer answer that he accepted.

“May I also squat, before you tie me to the tree Sir?”

“Why do you have to go poop?”

I did, but I also wanted to get any cum that was inside of me out before my morning inspections. “Yes Sir, I have to piss and shit, and try to drain any cum from my cunt and ass.”

“Wow, that’s TMI.” He laughed about how much I had told him of what I needed to do and gave me permission to squat as long as I kept licking the chastity belt clean.

“My son and husband like me to be very explicit about things like that Sir, sorry if it offended you.” I squatted down over some bushes and held the chastity belt up like a ripe melon I was eating.

“There isn’t any toilet paper.” He laughed at me as if I hadn’t been aware of that when I asked permission to shit in the woods.

“I know Sir, I’ll air dry. I am rarely given permission to waste toilet paper on my own ass and cunt, Sir.” I told him the truth of my sorry existence.

“That is fucking nasty.” He laughed at me.

“Don’t you like your Aunt to be nasty, Sir?” I laughed back while grunting over releasing my bowels in the woods.

“Yeah, I guess I do, Aunt Wendy.” He brightened up while I finished letting myself dribble the last remaining icky goo out of my ass and pussy.

“Have you ever eaten shit, before?” He asked as if it were a common question.

“I can’t say that I have.” I laughed and he seemed disappointed. “If it is any consolation I have licked Jamie’s butthole when it was dirty and I think there IS some of my fudge on the plug.”

He brightened up at the idea that I had tasted my own ‘fudge’. “You licked the wet poop off your daughter’s ass?” he sounded delighted by that.

“By the time I cleaned her asshole with my tongue it had dried and it looked almost white in color, Sir.” I remembered wondering why it looked flaky and white when I cleaned the little bit of mess on her butthole.

“Could that have been dried cum?” he laughed.

“I think I know what dry cum tastes like.” I joked and he agreed. We talked a little longer like that until I had milked it as long as I could. I would have to hug the tree and stand there in silence all night.

If the walk here had felt like the long walk to the gallows pole, this next bit erased all the good natured conversation we had and made me feel like I was putting my head in the noose. I hugged the itchy bark of a big oak tree and could just barely get my arms all the way around.

He had a dirty old rope he knew would be at the playground. It was coated in some kind of all -weather plastic that made the braids itch too.

He tied it around my waist several times and then looped it around my legs and neck until there was no way I was getting out of these knots.

“Eagle Scout.” He announced with pride as he finished his knot.

“Chris was too, right up until 9^th grade.” I had a flashback to the fact that he seemed to be too old for scouting and it had been about the time he stopped being a ‘regular kid’ and being considered a ‘nerd’ by most.

“You mind if I piss on your back before I go?” He asked me. He was rather polite about his request, which only made me grin. He couldn’t see my face so I answered softly “Would it matter if I mind, Sir?”

His answer was a trickle of wet urine running down my back. I suppose you could look on the bright side and assume that the piss will wash away the dried cum that had matted on my back.

“Thank you Sir, were you happy with my service tonight?” I asked him when he finally finished and left me a dripping mess.

“You just want to keep me here talking because you don’t want to be left alone.” He was partially correct, I was afraid of the silent night air and the unknown of the woods.

“I just want to be sure you were happy with my performance and will not suggest I be punished for being a bad date, Sir.” I went with the safe answer, but I had a feeling he knew he was right about my stalling before ending this chapter of my night.

“You did good. I think your daughter sucks better cock than you though.” He laughed and with that he walked away leaving me alone in the dark and tied to a tree naked.

All in all, not that bad of a first date. Hey at least he didn’t come back and shove a stick up my ass. 