Chapter Sixty-Two

A Knight In Shining Armor Is Someone Who Has Never Had Their Metal Truly Tested on the field of battle.

“Yet you say, 'Why should the son not bear the punishment for the father's iniquity?' When the son has practiced justice and righteousness and has observed all my statutes and done them, he shall surely live.”

---Ezekial 18:19

“Fuck this,” I heard him say Ryan was certainly going to put stop to things. I thought to myself, “At last! Someone with sanity! Who sees how absolutely over the top things have become and is putting their foot down!”

The thought had begun to settle into my mind and stir around all the butterflies in my stomach that I had been casually told by my family I would be sucking cocks along with all the other girls today for money. That there would be A LOT of dicks and we’d have no privacy as we did these dirty things with strangers.

“Shicka-shicka-shicka,” I could hear Savannah’s slobbery blowjob in progress as she gasped “Am I doing good, Mr. Sanderson Sir?” and looked up at him with her baby-blue eyes in desperation.

“You are my lovely girl,” the elderly gentleman stroked her hair fondly and apologized for thinking so badly of her.

“I need you to cum for me, okay Sir?” Savannah wasted no time as she took a deep breath and plunged her open mouth on the erect cock before her face. The balls were literally beneath her chin as she bobbed up and down with her face making love to the cock of a man who had loathed her existence only minutes earlier.

I would soon have to do that right in front of my brother and everyone – with whoever they wanted. I would have to do anything and everything that they said even Conner!

Conner was, after all, touching me like I was an object to be plucked as he yanked duct-tape off me. He didn’t seem to have any concern about potentially hurting me as he grabbed and ripped at each slice of duct tape. Then again – there had been no other easy way to get it off. Peeling it slow would probably hurt worse, or not work at all.

A part of me wondered how family reunions might go twenty years from now. I would pull up in my mini-van full of perfect kids with my handsome public defender for a husband. He would show up with Angel and his six perfect little blonde haired, blued-eyed babies. We would laugh over coffee after dinner and he would casually say, “Hey remember that summer when you sucked my cock like a stupid little cum-hound for money?” and we would both laugh about the ‘good old days’.

It probably wouldn’t go like that at all – but it was a good fantasy to keep my mind occupied, instead of watching my cousin deliver a desperate blowjob to a man who was more than three times her age.

The figure of 10,000 dollars had been mentioned as what we could earn today – more than all other days combined. That was a substantial amount of money that could launch my family out of the trailer park – I’d have to suck my share of 10,000 dollars’ worth of cock in order to get that money. That was just the tip of the iceberg – fingers in the pussy, humiliations, old men touching me, kissing me, playing with my boobs, adjusting my swimsuit; and from the way Ted was talking I may not even get one today.

I smiled quietly as I saw Ryan offer an impassioned voice of reason about things going too far. That is until I realized he wasn’t arguing to stop our little money-making charade. He said “If they have to do it – then I have to do it,” and with that he pulled his shirt and shorts off revealing he had worn no underwear. He chucked his clothes on top of our trailer and stood there in leather sandals.

“If you are going to punish her,” Ryan demanded in fairness, “then punish me.”

“You don’t have to do that for me, Sir,” I was the first one to speak. It seemed so unusual to see the raven-haired preppy boy, who had seemed so intelligent, reduced to standing naked in front of me. His dark, curly hair matched the patch of pubes around his semi-flaccid dick. His naked penis reminded me of a jet-black lily pad with a white flower in the middle.

I didn’t think anyone heard me because Daisy’s voice was much louder and she immediately declared he wasn’t going to get a share of the earnings with a thundering boom I could only describe as “definitely sure of itself”.

“I don’t want a share,” Ryan answered her concern first, “My family is rich as hell. I don’t need this spare change.”

His answer immediately satisfied Daisy’s only concern completely and she lost interest in the discussion with a ‘meh’ and a shrug after looking over and evaluating his naked body. Ryan wasn’t handsome, tan and muscular like Lloyd, but he wasn’t a scrawny toothpick like Conner either. He was in all ways quite average for a boy my age, if perhaps just on the svelte side.

“I am not doing this FOR you,” Ryan HAD heard me and explained, “All of my life I get special privileges. If I screw up in school, then Dad gets the teacher fired or blackmails them. If a kid hits me because I was a smart-ass, then Dad takes care of him or his parents. I never pay for my own mess. I broke the rules. I did so knowingly and without even the least bit of concern for them because I knew that rules simply don’t apply to a Jacobi. They should though – so as long as you have to do this, then I will do it.”

A part of me hoped Ted or Odd-Jobs would say, “Well fine then, you can both go back to your old lives and just leave us all to our nasty little scam.”

Ted rubbed his chin, as if he often did when he was pondering something. He told Savannah she gets an extra minute to finish while he thought about this new development, “You can thank me later.”

She held up a thumb to acknowledge him while squatting down and using only her tongue and mouth to lovingly slurp the cock before her face and pleaded with only her eyes that the elderly man release his cum to her.

Ted was holding the leash to Mr. Sanderson’s dog along with the leash to my Aunt and he made her get down on the ground and horseplay with the dog, “Keep him amused and I might give you a treat later.”

I couldn’t see, but I know the dog loved sniffing ass a lot and my Aunt didn’t complain. Her hands were still cuffed behind her so there wasn’t much she COULD do to stop him besides stand straight up, which wasn’t going to happen trussed up as she was.

“I can’t let you do this,” Odd-Jobs shook his head at Ryan like he should already know that. “If you dad finds out...”

“...he won’t find out!” Ryan pleaded now for punishment. “We won’t tell him. I’ll wash cars, I’ll do whatever!”

“You’ll be our little bitch-boy,” Daisy had tiny, rounded teeth that reminded me of someone who still had all their baby teeth when she smiled her evil grin.

Ryan nodded, “That is fair.”

“Your dad has ways of finding things out,” Odd-Jobs hinted that his brother was a very resourceful man, who even he didn’t want to trifle with.

“You have ways of keeping things secret that no one else need know about, besides the ones who do,” Ryan suggested.

“That I do,” Odd-Jobs had run out of arguments against his nephew, and probably decided the best thing might be seeing how far he could push him until he quit.

He held up three fingers to make sure Ryan knew up front the deal.

“You are going to call everyone Sir or Ma’am,” Odd-Jobs grinned as if this was already too much for Ryan to accept. “The exception being Crystal, Savannah, Lloyd, and Ellen; and I mean everyone.”

“Yes Sir!” Ryan diligently responded in a crisp military-like way.

“You have had maids and chauffeurs all your life. You understand I am not going to play any real favoritism here. You are going to be cleaning up, policing the pool deck, and taking shit from just about everyone else around there?”

“Absolutely sir,” Ryan added a stipulation of his own that he not be expected to discipline any of us himself. “I am going to be even-steven with everyone else!”

Odd-Jobs shook his head in disbelief, but offered his third, “You are going to stand there with your hands behind your head and let this poor girl suck on your Johnson so we can get this show on the road – and right NOW!”

Ryan hesitated for a moment, as if thinking about what he had just agreed to do, before yipping a “Yes Sir!” and running over to stand right in front of me with his hands behind his head.

“You know if you wanted Ellen to suck your cock you could have just said so,” Ted offered half-jokingly that he might just be doing this to spend all weekend with me.

My brother had released me from the duct tape binding me to the garden hoe and I was free to fall to my knees. There was little concern or question whether or not I was going to suck his cock openly in front of everyone. The guys watching all seemed to look at me with that forgone conclusion in their heads. Even Conner didn’t look sympathetic at all when I opened my mouth for Ryan to step close enough to dunk his cock into my mouth.

“No sir,” Ryan assured Ted that he had no idea my giving him head was one of the benefits to submitting himself to their whims for punishment. I wet my lips and closed them around the shaft of his cock and matched the pace of my cousin who was energetically milking Mr. Sanderson desperate to finish on time.

“You know you aren’t going to be a gigolo stud like Lloyd? Not with muscles like that.” He could be cruel and call me a fat-titted, milky-white rich bitch with big nipples, but I think Ted was just being as blunt and honest as he could be.

“Yes sir, I know,” Ryan almost laughed at the thought of himself as a stud-muffin being chased by the cocktail swilling, 40-somethings of the trailer park out for some young-cock like Lloyd had swinging between his legs.

“You really feel you have to be punished then?” Ted seemed morbidly fascinated with why anyone would throw away their freedom if they were already rich. He didn’t seem to question desperate women like us doing it for money, but he was perplexed with Ryan.

“You don’t want money, you aren’t doing this for sex or attention, no one but yourself is insisting you be punished,” Ted shook his head not understanding Ryan while he watched him stand there and let me lick lovingly up and down his shaft.

I tried to block out the stares I was feeling all over my body as I performed a sexual act that what was supposed to be intimate between a man and a womanand done in the bedroom instead of right out in the morning air of the front yard of my Aunt’s trailer park lot! It should be an act of loving submission to your partner’s pleasure without reciprocation; except I was being timed, graded, and laughed at.

“She sure seems like a natural little dick sucker,” Ted commented. He was comparing Savannah to me when they all cheered. The old man had seized up and blew his load in Savannah’s mouth.

I still remember seeing his eye twitch a little bit when I looked up at him smiling down at us both, “God bless you girls!”

“Mayth I thwallow it?” Savannah held her mouth open and tongue out – she knew he would want to see evidence the old man came and Savannah didn’t just make him pretend so she could finish. I could still see the black ink that read “HO” under the white cum on her tongue from where Ted had written it the night before.

The wad of cum in her mouth seemed both perverse and erotic – submissive and defiant at the same time. She made a face like she just smelled horse-shit and yet there she knelt for Ted to deign to allow her to swallow the viscous cum he had deposited in her mouth.

Mr. Sanderson had agreed to let her suck his cock, perhaps because he thought he was teaching her an important lesson in discipline. He was stroking her hair now like she was the most beautiful and charming thing in the world – completely mesmerized and happy now that he had cum inside her mouth. He kept mumbling about a ‘wonderful gift’.

“Did my step-daughter do you right?” Ted didn’t answer her. Ted was satisfied the old man was euphoric and offered him the leash to his dog joking, “I’ll just hang on to this one,” for the one he had attached to crystal’s dog collar. He quipped, “Unless you want to make a deal that is?”

Mr. Sanderson was in no mood to discuss what just happened or talk about anything. He had a permanent smile on his face but said nothing as he turned to shuffle off with his dog. He had his nut and like many men who had finished, all his dirty thoughts had evaporated out of his head and his interest was returning to the safety of his trailer for a cup of coffee and a morning smoke while he reflected upon the bizarre events that had just unfolded this morning.

“Buh-bye Miffer Stankerson,” Savannah mumbled while holding the cum in between her cheeks on the tip of her tongue as he left. No one chided her for mocking him and I saw Ted offer her an approving grin.

I had a feeling he might be back tomorrow morning looking to see if we were here, and several days after that. I was now the only one sucking cock and I could hear my own ‘shicka-shicka-shicka’ slobber sound which heightened my humiliation to be performing fellatio for an audience on the lawn with my date from the night before..

It was still very early dawn and there was no one stirring around beside us, but I had a feeling some people might be watching from their windows. It was small consolation that most people in the Buckman didn’t work and slept in late –but it was something.

“Mmmm –mmmm—mmmm?” Savannah murmured a question on whether she could swallow or not.

“Oh right,” Ted told her to stand up and come over to her mother. Savannah seemed skeptical but did as instructed. “Spit it right into her mouth,” Ted told her while telling Conner he could uncuff Crystal.

I was to remain cuffed so that I didn’t feel the temptation to use my hands during the blowjob. Ted felt it was important I only use my mouth to please him – no guiding the cock with my hands or trying to pull him off with it. “Just your Ho mouth,” he grinned.

Savannah hocked up some spit and transferred the cum along with a load of saliva into her mother’s mouth without hesitation. Ted was impressed, “Nice one!”

“So the story is you girls are such cum hounds you will do anything to swallow a load,” he chuckled. “As punishment you aren’t allowed to swallow any!”

Savannah joked, “Well then punish me all day, Sir!”

“I intend to,” Ted wasn’t finished. “You’ll be spitting any cum into your mother’s mouth and she will show you what she does next.”

When Conner released her hands from the cuffs he offered her a tube of suntan lotion. She spit the cum into her hands and mixed it with a quarter-sized amount of Panama Jack tropical scented white SPF 35 with her fingers.

Once Crystal had enough on each hand, she began to rub it directly on her daughter’s face.

“Fuck!” Savannah groaned as she realized old man Sanderson’s seed was being rubbed into her face along with suntan lotion that she would be wearing all day. “The sooner you girls bring her cum – the sooner you will be protected from the sun; and given how hot it is already – I’d imagine you will want to get as big a load as you can.”

“Ryan?” Ted was already on to the next topic.

“Yes Sir?” the naked boy standing over me with his dick in my mouth dutifully answered his new boss for the weekend.

“Ryan doesn’t sound like a very good name for you. Since you are on punishment I think I will call you ‘rich boy’ – how does ‘rich boy’ sound?” Ted asked him.

“Truthful, sir?” Ryan questioned honestly.

“Rich boy – or pussy boy,” Ted mused. “I think the story is you like to put your dick in the stink instead of the pink – I am going to also call you pussy boy. If anyone asks, you will say it’s because you do not like pussy – hate it. You like ass – can you do that pussy boy?”

“Yes Sir,” Ryan suppressed a chuckle and corrected him “but, I didn’t actually have anal sex with Ellen though.”

I blushed – I dreaded everyone talking about what was going in and out of my ass or vagina like I was a sex toy. There was no end to the humiliation knowing that now everyone else was envisiong Ryan’s cock going into my tight round asshole – and they had all seen it enough to be able to have a really good idea of exactly what that might be like.

Ted looked embarrassed – he didn’t like to be corrected under any circumstances. He must have forgotten between Savannah and I who had anal last night. He started to turn red and said “Pussy boy – if I say you had anal then what did you have?”

“Anal sir?” Ryan chuckled slightly at the way Ted doubled-down on his mistake – as if he had always intended to make it as some sort of test or object lesson.

“You laughing at me?” Ted got right in Ryan’s face and stared him down. Ryan wasn’t as tall or strong as Billy Riggins and the outcome was predictable- Ryan stood down and apologized for doubting Ted. There was still an underlying patronizing tone to Ryan’s acquiescence but it was clear Ted had the upper hand and he pressed it.

“You love it up the butt and you love to fuck anyone you can up the butt – you are an ass man, Pussy –boy, is that understood?” Ted grunted as he drove home his point.

“Yes sir, I love buttholes!” Ryan smiled with the kind of supercilious grin I probably also had when I was talking to rednecks, as if he couldn’t believe he was actually doing this.

“You love balloon knots, you love turd factories, you love stinky-fudge factories – you love packing fudge – don’t you?” Ted made my so-called boyfriend agree with him on each point before continuing.

“Yes, I forgot – that is what I love. My mistake – I love anal.” Ryan allowed Ted to denigrate him in order to save face over his mistake. I supposed he would fit right in with our perverted little scam.

“Conner – take a magic marker and write it on Pussy-boys chest so he doesn’t forget again.” Ted gave my brother an order and he dutifully obliged by writing on Ryan’s hairless, pale chest.

“You are going to get a little sun today pussy boy – I suppose that will do you some good, won’t it?”

“Yes Sir, I believe it would,” Ryan was looking at me with a wry grin. I think he was starting to regret his rash decision to offer himself up for punishment on some level but another part of him was almost amused by how far Ted was willing to take things.

“Rich boy, if I tell you I want you to stick up your pointer finger on your left hand – what are you going to do?” Ted probed Ryan to see if he could get a rise out of him.

Ryan didn’t take the bait and stuck out his finger responding, “Do what I am told, Sir.”

“If I tell you to stick that finger all the way up your asshole – why are you going to do it?” Ted asked with a satisfied tone.

Ryan reached behind himself and began to stick his finger up his ass.

“Whoa – what are you doing pussy boy?” Ted demanded angrily. I felt Ryan’s cock jerk up slightly and had to fight to keep it in my mouth – it was shrinking slightly.

“Doing what I am told Sir?” Ryan answered apologetically – unsure of what he had done to anger his new overlord and master.

“You are not listening pussy boy,” Ted told him he was so eager to play with his own ass he heard what he wanted to. “You must love asshole that much – don’t you?”

“Yes sir, I guess I do,” Ryan seemed amused as he removed his finger from his ass crack.

“Say it then,” Ted insisted.

“Why...” Ryan was about to ask why this was important when he decided it was better to just play along. “I love my own asshole – I am sorry for not paying attention, I was distracted, Sir!”

“This is a trial Pussy boy and you are failing miserably. You need to impress us if you are going to participate. I don’t want excuses for you not listening. I want you to do as you are told and exactly what you are told! Is that understood?” Ted demanded.

“Yes sir, it is! I am sorry sir,” Ryan promised it wouldn’t happen again.

Ted skeptically told him, “Wipe that finger off under your girlfriends nose.”

“What, Sir?” Ryan seemed confused.

“Do you have cum in your ears?” Ted clarified, “Get this story straight. Rich bitch is your girlfriend now. You two were on a date last night and you ignored every rule and trust you had been given, because as a rich boy you don’t feel rules and respect for others applies to either of you. Rich bitch let you fuck her in the ass so she could be out of rules and paid the price; and now you do as well – you two are going to be held up as snotty, rich brats from Cherry Lawn Country Club. This is the last time she is allowed to handle your cock – Do you have any questions about that, Rich boy?”

“No sir, I think I understand that,” Ryan answered.

“You are going to take your left finger and draw a little mustache along rich bitches face right under her nose so she can smell your ass. Do you have a problem following my orders?”

“No sir,” he apologized to me and traced his finger under my nose.

Conner was pleased, “Score one for Dirty Sanchez!”

There was no poop on his finger – but I now knew that a Dirty Sanchez was sticking your finger in someone’s ass and then tracing a mustache under their nose like a Mexican man.

“You going to pussy out on us once this starts to get rough, Pussy boy?” Ted asked him seriously.

“This isn’t the rough part, sir?” Ryan was probably not joking even though he sounded like he was.

“I think you should call them Peter Pan and Stinkerbell,” Savannah laughed. She had finished her blowjob and was watching next to her mother with her hands still cuffed behind her.

“If I want any shit out of you I will open your mouth and squeeze your neck,” Ted gave her a sidelong glance and I think Savannah returned his challenge with one of her own. Ted smiled and without truly acknowledging her suggestion – accepted it “Sometimes I might call you Peter Pud and Stankybell then.”

“Thank you Scumvannah,” Ryan offered his own nickname for her with mock gratitude.

“Don’t mention it, pissy boy,” Savannah fired right back with a name for him of her own.

This rivalry only pleased Ted more, because it would play well to the audience that hated rich people and considered us spoiled snots. The Disney references also served on some level to paint us as elitists who lived in a gilded palace somewhere far off – and the tricks loved to see us knocked down to their level.

If they only knew how far down I had fallen!

“I like this,” Ted stated, “A Jacobi working for a Gaylord again.”

“I am a Jacobi and I work for your Uncle,” Odd-Jobs reminded Ted quite seriously.

“You only work for yourself,” Ted told him and O.J. couldn’t dispute that.

“I am nothing like my father,” Ryan answered Ted, “And you aren’t anything like Senior though, Sir.”

“For that you can stick your finger back up your ass to the knuckle and leave it there until you cum in my niece’s mouth,” Ted took affront to not being compared to Senior.

I had never met him, but from what little I heard about Senior Gaylord, that was intended as a compliment. I don’t think Ted saw it like that when he ordered my new ‘boyfriend’ to put his finger up his own ass.

I don’t know what magic it was when he did, but Ryan shot his load seconds after his finger penetrated his asshole; and what a load it was – I nearly choked as the warm, hot spunk splashed on my tongue.

“Damn, that was fast!” Ted chuckled quite pleased with himself. “You must actually REALLY like ass!”

He told Ryan to wipe his finger off under my nose and watch me spit his load out. I had to shamefully stand up and walk over to my Aunt who still had an O-ring gag in her mouth. I turned my head and like a mama bird feeding her baby bird spit a load of droolish boy-seed into her mouth.

She seemed pleased with me and spit it into her hands where she soon mixed it with lotion and applied it to my face. Ted said, “You can smell your boyfriend’s jizz all day – you like that idea?”

“My daddy used to pay 75 dollars for a Dead Sea facial treatment at the spa for our maid, I think I can handle something as plebian as a semen face mask, gah! Sir,” I offered in my thickest, fake-valley girl rich bitch accent as if it didn’t bother me. The funny thing was – it actually seemed funny to me.

O.J., S.S. and Daisy were smiling and had apparently expected to see me standing there crying or whining at how awful it was – and it felt right to just give them a sassy response instead.

Then I saw my brother looking at me with disappointment, and it took some of the wind out of my sails, but he gave me a knowing wink and turned to Ryan. “Come on pussy boy – let’s get the cooler loaded up; and I think we have an extra collar for you to wear.”

“No, we don’t,” Ted told my brother.

“Yeah, we bought an extra one last night,” Conner answered back without a second thought.

“I said we didn’t buy it – I put it back,” Ted corrected him and Conner shrugged. “I think we can make something out of rope and duct tape,” he suggested.

“Get some rubber bands and put them around his cock and balls to keep it high and tight now that he has shot his load,” Odd-Jobs interjected that he didn’t want Ryan flopping around hard. “I don’t know what swimsuit we have for you – but you aren’t going to stay naked. You will however keep rubber bands around your balls – do you have a problem taking orders from your Uncle, Pussy boy?”

Ryan got the rubber bands himself and held them up, “Should I attach any to my girlfriend, Sir? They are quite plebian and unrefined but satisfactory,” he spoke in a mock country-club accent like he was from New England.

“You are going to get your own cock in a bind and she isn’t to touch it, and you aren’t to touch it – unless WE tell you – it got you in enough trouble as it is. If this is what you want Ryan – you are going to get the full treatment.”

“I want it Uncle, Sir,” Ryan wrapped the rubber bands around his cock and balls securely so that it held the balls tightly in place and kept him from getting hard.

“Then what are you waiting for – let’s get this cooler loaded up and our show on the road!”