Author: Facade 
Title: Tantalus 
Part: Chapter 3 
Summary: A gambler gets in a hole he can't pay his way out of. 
His efforts to fix the problem only make it worse, as he 
inadvertently gives control over his life and family to 
another man. 
Keywords:  MF, blackmail, nc, cheat, wife, watching, oral, 
           piv, gloryhole, public

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Character Descriptions

Eric Collins – Eric is a 38 year old man. He is six feet tall and
a 180 lbs. He wears his hair professionally short; both his eyes
and his hair are brown. Eric is a teacher at a high school, where
he spends most of his weekdays. Him and Sharon have been together
since they were in high school themselves, almost twenty years.

Sharon Collins – Eric's wife. Sharon is two years younger, at the
age of 36. She has a small figure, topping in at only 5'6” and
130 lbs. Her hair is naturally blonde and she wears it down to
her shoulders. She has bright green eyes. Sharon is skinny, with
B cups and a flat ass. Her and Eric had a daughter when she was
18, Carolyn, and have been together ever since.

Carolyn Collins – Eric and Sharon's daughter. She is eighteen
years old and currently taking classes in real estate at a local
college.

Arthur – Arthur is a career criminal. He was Eric's booky for
nearly two years, although he partakes in many different
enterprises. Arthur is 29 years old. He is an imposing figure,
standing at 5'4” and 190 lbs. He is in good shape, if not
completely muscular. His black hair is buzzed down to a medium
length, and his most notable feature are his piercingly blue
eyes.

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Tantalus

Chapter 3 -

Eric stared down at his plate, the food only half eaten. It
wasn't that his wife hadn't made a good dinner, as always she
had. No, the problem wasn't the cooking, the problem was that it
was Friday. It had been exactly one week since Arthur had forced
himself upon Eric's wife. He had maintained their Friday dinner
plans, and it so far it had been a complete mockery of the
others.

Arthur insisted on keeping up small talk. Sharon no longer
gleefully joined in though, now she was taciturn, each reply
remorseful. Eric didn't fume quietly, wishing for the dinner to
end. Instead, he found himself speaking more, if only to prolong
the inevitable. Most noticeably though, Arthur had bought his
wife something to wear, much as he had done on that first dinner
of theirs. It wasn't a nice dress this time though, instead,
Arthur had purchased Eric's wife lingerie. She sat at the dinner
table in a black and red bra that pushed her breasts up, and a
pair of black, lace panties which tapered down to mere strings at
her hips. Oddly enough, there hadn't been a fight over whether or
not she should where them to the dinner. When they had opened
that box the night before, they had both known that she would.

"Well that was an absolutely delicious meal Sharon.", Arthur
said. "What dressing was that on the salad by the way? It tasted
like Caesar, only different."

"It was uh, Mexican Caesar.", she quietly replied. "Like normal
Caesar I guess, but with cilantro."

"I'll have to pick some of that up myself. What about you Eric
how did you like the dinner your wife made us?"

"It was good. Great job honey." The compliment was deflated,
almost resigned.

"Sharon, how about you come suck my dick now."

She started at the bluntness of his demand. Eric's fist clenched
around his fork at Arthur's sheer audacity, that he would feel
entitled to just demand that of her.

No one spoke out against him though.

Sharon obediently got out of her chair and knelt down in front of
Arthur, who was now standing. She fumbled with his belt, before
pulling his pants down around his ankles, releasing his
semi-erect cock to bounce in front of her face. Sharon stared at
it for a second, mentally accepting what she was about to do,
before taking it into her mouth.

"Now Sharon, I don't mean to be critical, but the last time you
blew me it wasn't exactly the best blowjob I'd ever received. I
know, it was new, and you were nervous, especially since your
husband was watching, but I expect you to step up your game."

Sharon's response was delayed, but she began to suck on the head
of his cock, flicking the sensitive underside with her tongue.
Then she would change it up, and began moving her head farther
down his shaft, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth. She
would lock her lips around him as she moved down, then drag her
tongue along his cock as she pulled it back. Her tongue circled
around his tip before she plunged once more down his length.

"Oh shit Eric, your wife really knows what she's doing down
there. She's using her tongue and everything." Both Eric and
Sharon pretended like he hadn't said anything.

Arthur began to stroke her hair as she continued to suck him off.
He let this go on for a little, enjoying the feeling of her mouth
on his cock, of her tongue working around his length. Then, he
gently pulled her head off.

"Lean your head back Sharon." She obliged, tilting her head back
and opening her mouth. Arthur then took a small step closer, and
lowered his balls into her mouth. Sharon closed her lips around
his sack and gently began to suck on it. Arthur smiled, letting
Eric know he liked the feeling of Sharon tonguing his balls.

"Sharon, can you deepthroat?" he asked.

A small delay, then, "Mhmm". Her reply was muffled by the nutsack
in her mouth.

"Show me." Arthur demanded.

She released Arthur's balls from her mouth, and replaced them
with his cock. Her head began moving up and down, taking more and
more into her each time. At a little more than halfway down,
Arthur could feel himself hitting the back of her throat. Sharon
put her hands on his upper legs for support, and then slowly
began to take him down her throat. She would pause, hold his dick
inside of her, then come off of him to breathe before returning.
Each time she would get him a little deeper down. She struggled
with the last inch, and some tears welled in her eyes as she
fought to hold her breath, but with sudden force she managed to
get his whole length into her mouth. When she came up for air,
she was gasping.

She went to put him back in, but he stayed her, placing a hand on
the back of her head. Instead, he pushed his cock into her mouth
himself. Holding her head still, he began to thrust into her.

Eric sat down at his dinner table, watching his wife get face
fucked. Arthur had even been thoughtful enough this time to make
sure Eric was facing his side, so that he could watch Arthur's
dick disappear between Sharon's lips, and watch her face as she
sucked him off. The sound of her deepthroating Arthur's cock
echoed through the otherwise silent house, the slurping sound as
he pulled out, the muted grunts as he slammed back in. If Eric
had looked away, which for some reason he didn't seem to want to,
and even if he had left the room entirely, which he got the
impression he wasn't allowed to, he couldn't have escaped what
was happening to his wife.

He remembered back to last Friday, when Arthur had first made his
move on Sharon. After he had left, leaving the couple in complete
disarray, it had been some time before Sharon had gotten off her
knees. Her face had been a mess; her eyes were hooded, her hair
strewn about, and there had been a small bit of cum caked onto
her lower lip.

"Eric..."

He hadn't known what to say back. After all, what was there to
say? He had simply walked over to her, and embraced her. It took
a moment, but she leaned into it, resting her head on his chest.

"Just tell me...", she had asked. "Just...tell me it was worth
it."

"It was worth it." It had felt wrong to say that. Even if it had
been worth it, it wasn't fair that she was the one paying the
price, and yet here he was justifying it. It had been what she
needed to hear though, so he had swallowed any qualms.

"I don't want to know any specifics." she continued. "I...can't.
Not yet at least. I just need you to promise me that this is
necessary. If you say it is, then I trust you."

In response he held her more tightly, protectively resting his
hand on the back of her head. He held her like that for some time
before he said anything again. "I'm sorry Sharon. I love you."

"I love you too." she whispered back.

After that she had been exhausted and had went off to bed. Eric
didn't follow though. He wasn't going to sleep that night.

Eric was brought to when he noticed that the sounds of Arthur
face fucking his wife had stopped. Arthur was helping her stand
back up, but didn't let go of her hand when she regained her
footing. Her hair, normally straight, blonde, and beautiful, was
tangled where Arthur had been grabbing onto it. Her face, cute
and round, had spit dribbling down her chin.

"Come with me," Arthur said. He began to lead Sharon back further
into the house, then stopped and turned to Eric. "That means you
too."

Eric didn't want to. God, did he not want to. Making a scene
though, forcing Arthur to up the ante, wasn't going to help
Sharon. Instead of resisting, Eric simply followed after them.

Arthur led Sharon by hand over to the couple's bedroom. "Take a
seat Eric." he said, motioning to a chair in the corner of the
room. He then went to stand behind Sharon, and in a quick motion
undid her lingerie's bra, letting it fall unceremoniously onto
the floor. He reached around, and lightly took one of her breasts
into his hand. His other hand went to her hip, and he slid a
couple of fingers between her skin and her panties. He began to
gently play with her nipple, while his fingers traced the lines
of her hip.

Slowly, he slid his hand around until it was on her lower
stomach, then slid it further down onto her mound as he cupped
her breast. His fingers trailing, he continued pushing his hand
down until it finally arrived at her sex. He gingerly stroked the
outside, applying pressure to her clit as he did. Finally he
hooked his thumb into the side of her panties and pulled them
down, leaving her fully exposed.

"Lay down on the bed." Sharon complied. Arthur sat down in the
only other chair in the room before continuing. "Now,
masturbate."

A quizzical look crossed her face, but seeing that he wasn't
going to add anything else, she placed her hand down between her
legs. She began rubbing a finger against her slit, trailing it up
and down. Then, the finger disappeared as she slipped it inside
of herself. Sharon sat there, pushing her finger in and out.

"You can do better than that." Arthur chided. Sharon grimaced
slightly, then pushed a second finger in with the first. She let
herself acclimate to the second finger for a little, then a third
joined them. A slick sound now began to be made as she fingered
herself. She closed her eyes, and Eric noticed her face starting
to turn a little red. Her palm began to press down on her clit
each time she pushed her fingers in and he was surprised to see
her pushing her pubis up, almost imperceptibly, to meet the
friction.

Arthur let her continue to masturbate for several minutes, his
eyes trained on her spread legs and the fingers darting between
them, before he stood up and took the rest of his clothes off. He
climbed onto the bed and positioned himself over Sharon. One of
his hands reached down and took the place of hers, his fingers
slipping inside her. She was wet; not soaking by any means, but
it was enough.

He leaned down and kissed Sharon. Knowing what was expected, her
lips parted as his tongue entered her mouth. He swirled it around
her own and, after a somewhat forceful squeeze of her arm, she
reciprocated, if with some reluctance. Without breaking the kiss,
Arthur removed his hand from between her legs and positioned his
cock in front of her entrance. In one fluid motion, he was inside
her.

A throaty sound of surprise passed between their interlocked lips
as Sharon felt him fill her up. Arthur responded with a low moan.
He slowly worked his way in and out of her, feeling the warm,
slick sensation of her enveloping his dick. He would push up
tight against her, hold for a second, then slowly draw himself
out almost to the tip, before repeating. Arthur began to pick up
speed, pushing himself in and out faster. Before long he was
pounding her, each thrust met with a meaty slap. He watched her
small tits jiggle with the impact, wrapping his arms under her
shoulders for purchase.

Arthur slowed his rhythm down, then pulled out and lied down next
to her. "I want you to ride me." he told her. Obediently, Sharon
got up and moved to his lap. "The other way.", he corrected her.
Sharon looked at him, her eyes pleading. She found no softening
in Arthur's expression though, and so she turned around to face
Eric.

The two locked eyes as Arthur aligned himself with her opening.
Looking at her husband, Sharon lowered herself down onto Arthur's
cock. She struggled to find a rhythm at first, but soon she was
bouncing up and down on Arthur's dick. Sharon couldn't bear to
look at her husband, to have him see her like this. She let her
eyes close, lowering her head to avoid his gaze.

Arthur watched her ass moving up and down, watched as she brought
him in and out of her pussy, riding him. Her lips were spread
open, wrapped around his shaft, and the angle she was leaning
forward at gave him the perfect view of her opening. Her flat ass
didn't hide her asshole, which twitched each time she thudded
down onto his length.

Eric too was watching, looking between his wives legs at the
place where Arthur's cock disappeared into her. Watching his wife
ride another man was painful. Why was he hard then? Why couldn't
he look away? Sharon's face was scrunched up in shame. What was
his face like? He had a sickly suspicion that it was a cross
between worry...and leering. His eyes tracked upward, to Sharon's
breasts, which would jiggle each time she descended onto Arthur's
cock.

Just then, Arthur grabbed onto Sharon's hips and held her halfway
down his length. He began thrusting up into her, quickly, each
thrust resulting in a slap as their two sexes met. Moans began to
escape his lips before he slammed her down onto him and held her
there. Sharon felt a warmth leak out of her, around Arthur's
cock, as he emptied his cum into her.

Arthur let go, allowing Sharon to get up off of him. His dick
made a sloppy, sucking sound as it left her, a thin spindle of
cum connected her opening and the head of his dick. "I'm sorry,
I've gone and made a mess." he said. "Sharon, would you mind
cleaning me off?"

She knelt down on the bed in front of him, slipping his mostly
hard dick into her mouth. She could taste herself on him as she
used her tongue to slurp up the drop of cum still on his tip. She
bobbed her head down further onto him, applying pressure with her
tongue to work out anything still left inside, before swirling it
around his shaft to make sure the job was done.

Arthur made a sound of contentment before he said "Eric, your
wife does a great job of following orders. She's really making
sure I'm all clean down there."

Hunched over Arthur's crotch as she was, Eric had a straight on
view of Sharon. Her ass was raised up into the air, her position
spreading her ass cheeks to reveal her asshole and below it her
pussy. A small amount of cum was beginning to well up at her
entrance and slowly leak out of her. Eric wanted to stand up and
take her right then, to pound into her like Arthur had just done.
But he couldn't. Cursing silently, he chastised himself for even
thinking that. Sharon was going through...well, what she was
going through, and here he was thinking about fucking her. How
could he do that? What kind of husband was he?

When Sharon was finished, she sat up and looked at Arthur. He
gave her a nod and she quickly got off the bed, raced to her
closet, and donned a bathrobe. Arthur laughed at that. "What,
modesty? Both of the other people in this room have been inside
of you dear." He stood up himself and began putting his clothes
back on.

Eric tracked him across the room. Now that the action was over
his head was a little clearer. Rage was beginning to find
purchase among his emotional turmoil. Arthur was off his guard
now. Eric could just get behind him and...and what? Eric's rage
died down as it gave way to impotence. He wasn't a fighter.
Arthur could probably kick his ass any day, even if Eric got in a
sucker punch. He could try and hit Arthur with something, but
then what? If he did that he would have to end it right here,
right now, in this room. If he didn't Arthur would come back
tenfold. Lets say he did manage to do it. He'd be facing murder
charges. Maybe a jury wouldn't convict him, the situations were
certainly extenuating. Unlikely though. Besides, the fact of the
matter was, Eric didn't have it in him. He just wasn't a violent
man.

When Arthur was finished getting dressed he walked over to Sharon
and wrapped his arm around her waist. Pulling her in, his lips
found hers, his tongue delving deep into her mouth as he embraced
her. "You were wonderful." he told her. Sharon found herself
taken aback by the sincerity in his eyes.

"If uh...if you need it," Arthur continued, "there's some Plan B
on the counter. If you're not on birth control, I would fix
that." He kissed her one last time, nodded goodbye to Eric, then
left.

"Sharon..."

"I'm fine. I just want to sleep." She looked over at the bed, at
the tangle of sheets and blankets where she and Arthur had just
fucked. "I'll be on the couch. Goodnight Eric." With that she
left the room.

Eric sighed. What had he gotten himself into? No, what had he
gotten Sharon into? What was happening to them? There was time to
think on the big questions. For now, he filled his mind with more
menial affairs, easier things to deal with. He took the sheets
off the bed and put them in the washer, then grabbed a blanket
for himself from the garage. On his way back to the bedroom he
stopped to look at Sharon. Now that she was asleep she seemed
peaceful. She was just as beautiful as she ever was. She hadn't
bothered putting anything but the robe on, and it had parted,
giving him a partial view of her naked body. Once more he had to
resist the urge to go over and fuck her. He wanted her so badly.

He let the thought go though and walked back to their bedroom. He
spread the blanket over the mattress, laid down, and tried to go
to sleep. The one thing he remembered thinking before he passed
out was that he knew, absolutely, that he still loved Sharon as
much as ever before.

* * * *

Eric had to get this homework graded. He had promised his
students that they would get it back before the quiz tomorrow.
He'd had them turn it in on Monday and here he was on Tuesday
still staring at the untouched pile. The problem wasn't just the
boredom that always accompanied grading. These days, he was
finding it harder and harder to concentrate. He felt exhausted
all the time. The stress that now dominated his life made it
almost impossible to get any work done.

Thoughts of Sharon, or Arthur, just would not leave him alone.
The picture of his wife bouncing up and down on Arthur's cock, of
her pushing her face into his crotch, of her masturbating for
him...they were seared into his mind. The emotions they raised
weren't simple either. Anger, of course, was well represented.
Guilt was there too. Sharon was paying for his mistakes, after
all. Helplessness underlined it all, his complete inability to do
anything about it. Coursing through all of this though was
arousal. He couldn't deny it. Seeing his wife treated like that,
watching her do those things...there was something erotic about
it. And that brought him to the last emotion: self-loathing.

Countless times each day he would cycle through this emotional
merry-go-round: anger, guilt, helplessness, arousal,
self-loathing. It was more than he could take. It was beating him
down. He felt like he was simply floating through his life, as if
he were detached from everything around him. He didn't know how
he'd keep living like this.

A month ago, Sharon would have been how he'd cope. That wasn't
really an option now though. That first night that it really
started, the first time she had sucked Arthur off, things had
been different. Even after what had happened she had relied on
him for strength. She had come to him for support, for affection.
As time went on though she was becoming more distant.

It wasn't just physical distance, although all sex had stopped
completely since then. It's not like he could blame her. Being
used by Arthur had to be causing turmoil inside of her. How could
she be expected to compartmentalize her sex with Arthur from her
sex with him? The two of them having sex would almost certainly
bring back the memories of what she and Arthur had done together.
Still, Eric missed being close to her like that. Ever since that
night, they hadn't so much as kissed. A few embraces, sure, but
that wasn't the same.

She was growing more emotionally distant as well. Maybe it was a
defense mechanism. Maybe she was just closing herself off to the
world and not necessarily to him in particular. There had been a
definite change though. She didn't confide in him, or turn to him
for support, or really come to him with anything. There was a
gulf between them and it was growing.

Sharon had said she didn't want to know details, that if Eric
told her it was necessary then she would trust him. Did she
though? What if the reason she didn't want to know more is
because, deep down, she felt like it was probably his fault?
Things were hard enough, the last thing she could take would be
losing the man that was supposed to always be by her side. If
that were the case, she could be distancing herself in
preparation for when she finally learned that it was, in fact,
Eric's fault. It would make it easier to accept, to cut off ties
with him, if she had spent some time growing apart.

That was one of the worst thoughts Eric had ever had. The idea of
losing Sharon was unacceptable. She meant everything to him.
Short of perhaps his daughter, there wasn't another person alive
who was as important. There wasn't even anyone close. Without
her, he'd be lost. What would he do? Who would he be? Sharon was
such a cornerstone of his life, and had been for so long, that he
couldn't even think of what his identity would be if she left
him.

Just then, Eric's phone vibrated in his pocket. Speak of the
devil, it was Sharon calling. The class was working amongst
themselves, so he decided to take it. Besides, he really wanted
to hear her voice.

"Hello?"

"Hey honey. I was wondering if - ugh - you could pick up some -
ugh - eggs on your way home?"

"Sure. Is that all you called about?"

"Well I - ugh - just needed some more eggs - ugh - for dinner."

"Sharon? Is everything all right over there?"

"Yeah everything is - ugh - fine." There was a pause then, and
some muttering in the background. "Arthur is just - ugh - fucking
me right now."

"Oh. I see." Eric suddenly felt cold. He could hear it now, the
rhythmic slapping, echoing over the line.

There was a pause before she continued. "He's got me - ugh - bent
over that chair in our living room. The - ugh - nice one. He's
fucking me - ugh - from behind right now."

Eric was at a loss for words. "I'll just...let you get back to
that then..."

"Wait! Arthur was really clear - ugh - that I can't let you hang
up until I - ugh - finish him off."

"Sharon..."

"Please Eric - ugh - ..."

Eric stopped and looked around his classroom. The students were
all talking amongst themselves, supposedly working together on
their in-class assignment. None of them were paying any attention
to him.

Still, he wanted to hang up. He didn't want to sit there and
listen to this. The somewhat faint sounds of Arthur fucking his
wife, the slap as their crotches met, the grunts of impact from
Sharon, punctuated his thoughts.

It occurred to him that he had no idea what exactly, other than
the obvious, was going on over there. She was pleading with him
to stay on the line. He could only assume there was a good
reason. If sitting there and listening to this would help her, or
at least minimize how much she was hurt, then what choice did he
have but to do it?

"Ok." he told her.

"Arthur apologizes. He says it - ugh - shouldn't take too long.
I've - ugh - gotten him pretty close."

Eric was silent. He sat there listening to the two of them fuck
for a few more seconds before he heard some more muttering.

"He says he - ugh - wants you to know that - ugh - my pussy is
very tight. That - ugh - you picked a good wife."

Eric was on the verge of crying. He looked up from his desk to
check the room once more, but none of the students seemed to have
noticed his call or the effect it was having on him.

"We're doing something different now. He's moving me off the
chair and pushing me onto my knees. I'm going to start - ". The
rest of Sharon's sentence was cut off, her words coming out only
as mumbled, guttural noises. A slurping sound was coming through
the call now. When it stopped, he could hear Sharon take a deep
breath, before she continued, "- sucking him off."

The slurping started up again. Thanks to Arthur, this wasn't the
first time that Eric had heard the sounds of his wife sucking off
another man. The other times though, he had been there, watching
it happen. There was something worse about hearing it over the
phone. At least then he had been...included. Now though, his wife
was doing it without him even there. He wasn't involved at all.
The message from Arthur was clear: I don't need your permission.
I'll take her whenever I feel like it.

"Oooi uvv oo." Sharon's muffled words snapped him back to what
was happening on the other end of the line. There was a pause,
some more muttering, and he was pretty sure he heard Arthur say
something forcefully to her. When she finally spoke again, her
tone was flat. "I'm sorry honey, you probably couldn't hear me
because of the cock in my mouth. I said I love you."

The squelching noises began again almost instantly, and Sharon
would make a grunting sound in between each one. Eric had a
pretty good idea of what was going on. Arthur was probably
pounding into her mouth right now.

Sharon was gasping for breath. "He says he's close, I'm going to
finish him off onto my face now." Eric could hear the distinct
sound of someone jerking off. The vivid picture of his wife
appeared in his mind: on her knees in front of Arthur, her head
tilted back with her mouth open, working his dick. He shook his
head to get it out but it wouldn't leave.

The jerking slowed and there was a very faint series of splats.

"We're done now. I'll see you when you get home." And then she
hung up.

A few seconds later his phone buzzed again. Was she calling back?
No, she was just sending a text. He opened it up and was met with
a picture of Sharon's face. A large rope of cum had landed on it,
trailing from her eye down across her nose. There was also a
large blob of cum on her lips, and some of it was beginning to
drip down and off of her chin. A few small strands had even
managed to get caught up in her hair.

Eric was furious. Forcing her to blow him was awful in and of
itself but making her narrate it to her husband? To send him a
picture of her cum drenched face? He was going to kill Arthur the
next time he saw him.

Just like that though the guilt was back. If he was going to be
angry at Arthur he would have to admit that he deserved to be
angry at himself just as much. It was his fault that his wife was
doing it and it was his fault that there was nothing he could do
to stop it. Kill Arthur? There was no way he had it in him. His
wife was miles away, in their family's living room, being plowed.
Eric was here, in the classroom.

For the first time, Eric noticed that at some point during the
ordeal he'd gotten hard. The image of Sharon bent over the chair,
Arthur pulling her arms back behind her, slamming into her,
popped up  into his mind. It was followed by the picture of her
quickly jerking him off, his dick still wet from her blow job. He
could see it as she brought Arthur to climax, leaning her head
back to await the ropes of his cum that would follow.

What was wrong with him? He was every bit as bad as Arthur. He
had an equal share of the blame in creating the situation, and
just like Arthur, he was turned on by it. Kill Arthur? Maybe he
should just kill himself.

After that, Eric couldn't remember anything about the day. None
of it stuck. He dreaded going home; he had no idea what he would
say to Sharon when he saw her again. Instead, he worked as late
as he could justify. He managed to get that homework graded.
Afterward he stopped by a sports bar, watched some game that he
had no interest in, and drank. When he got home, he was finally
forced to think of what he would do when he saw her. He had
nothing. Eric needn't have worried though, because by the time he
walked into the house she was already asleep on the couch.

* * * *

When Eric got home on Wednesday, all he wanted to do was sit down
and stare absent-mindedly at the television. Unfortunately for
him, the couch was taken; Arthur was sprawled out over it. Sharon
was sitting in the recliner opposite him. Eric stopped to take a
look. He wasn't used to Arthur being in his house without, well,
having sex with Sharon. His confusion was compounded when a man
he'd never met crossed out of the kitchen and down the hallway
opposite.

"Who the hell was that?" Eric asked.

"Him? That was Juan. My security guy." Arthur replied.

"Security? Are we in some kind of danger?" There was a hint of
real alarm in Eric's voice. He had no idea what businesses Arthur
was involved in outside of gambling but he knew they were the
kind that came with inherent risks. It was possible that somehow
Eric's family had gotten dragged into that.

"No, no. Nothing like that. You're both perfectly safe. I only
called him in because he's good with cameras."

"You really like doing that don't you."

"Installing cameras?"

"Answering questions while trying to confuse people even more.
Why in the hell are you installing cameras in my house." It took
just about as much composure as Eric could muster to keep his
voice as level as it was.

"Well I mean, it would be really difficult to enforce the rules
without them." Arthur took a small pause, then added "Alright,
now I see what you mean about how I answer questions."

"So why don't you just get out with it and explain how you're
trying to fuck us this time." Eric winced at his own poor choice
of words.

"I will, but first, you've just come home and you haven't even
said hello to your wife yet."

Eric swallowed. Arthur wasn't wrong. In his anger he'd been made
to look like he was the asshole. "Hey Sharon. How was your day?"

"Uneventful. How was class?"

"Tedious. As usual."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

The conversation between the couple died then, and Arthur let the
silence stretch on just long enough to be uncomfortable before he
said, "Well ok then, now that we're all caught up on our days I
have some things to talk about. Eric, why don't you take a seat.
Good. There are a few rules I am instituting and, as I said
earlier, the cameras are here to ensure they are followed.
Sharon, most of these rules apply to you, but Eric some concern
you as well. You are not to interrupt me until I am finished. Any
concerns you have can be raised then. Agreed?" Sharon nodded, and
after a moment Eric gave his word too.

"Now," Arthur continued, "the first rule is dress code. Sharon, I
expect you to apply makeup every day, as well as to style your
hair. The choices on these are up to you. You may do whatever you
think makes you look best. As far as clothing goes, you are to be
naked whenever you are home. The exception is, of course, if
company is over. When you leave the house, you are not permitted
to wear any underwear, including bras. You will wear a skirt, a
dress, or an extremely short pair of shorts. Within those
confines how you dress is your decision to make.

"The second rule is that, Sharon, you are always to refer to me
as 'Sir'. Eric, you are allowed to call me 'Sir' if you so choose
but I will also respond to 'Arthur'.

"The third rule concerns masturbation. Sharon, you are to
masturbate at least once a week. You will bring yourself to
climax when you do. Eric, you are not to masturbate whatsoever.
Should you find yourself needing a sexual release, raise the
issue with me and I will find a suitable solution.

"The fourth rule applies only to Sharon. Whenever you finish a
man off, including me, you are to notify your husband. A call,
picture message, even a text. lWhatever works for you.

"That brings us to the fifth and final rule. From this point on,
there is to be no intimate contact between the two of you. There
are exceptions. You may kiss, but without tongue. You may hug,
embrace, or spoon as you want to. All other more intimate forms
of contact are strictly forbidden.

"That is it. Those are my rules. Only five, so not that hard to
manage."

Eric spent a moment fuming. "Just who the fuck do you think you
are? Telling us what we can wear in our own house, what we can do
with our own bodies, with each other? We aren't going to - "

"Yes you are." Arthur cut in. "You know exactly why you will too,
so I'm not interested in having this fight. Sharon, do you
understand the rules?" When he asked her this, Arthur did not
break eye contact from Eric, who was trying his best to hold up
under the stare.

Sharon took her time before she responded. "Yes...Sir."

Hearing her say that deflated any sense of resistance Eric might
have been clinging on to. His shoulders slumped back down, his
gaze fell.

"Good. Thank you Sharon. Eric, what about you? Will you follow
the rules?"

"Yeah." In his tone, complete defeat.

"I'm sorry, I know all you must have wanted to do when you got
home was relax, and instead you find someone doing work on your
house. I have a way to make it up to you though. You know Indigo
Park right? Just down the road a ways? I want you to go there. In
the bathrooms, go to the second to last stall. You'll find
something there. You are to use it - oh don't give me that look,
you'll like it, honestly - and after you are done, I want you to
go over to the last stall. It's a really weird set of
instructions, I know, but I think you'll be pleasantly
surprised."

Eric looked over at Sharon. She met his gaze and simply shrugged
her shoulders. Sighing, Eric took his keys back off the counter.
"I'll see you tonight then Sharon. Bye." He didn't wait for her
to say goodbye back before he shut the door behind him.

It wasn't a long drive to Indigo Park. Five, maybe ten minutes
down the side streets. He had no idea what Arthur had in mind but
did it really matter anymore? He had lost. He made the drive in
silence.

When he got to the park he got out of the car and started making
his way to the bathrooms. The park was large, boasting two
baseball diamonds, a basketball court, a field, and a playground
for the younger kids. He had only gotten home in the late
afternoon so the park was still populated. Kids screamed as they
played on the jungle gym, families strolled by as they enjoyed
the weather, men yelled at each other in their pickup basketball
game. As large as it was though it only had one bathroom. He came
to it and, after taking a quick moment to enjoy the fresh air,
walked inside.

They were poorly maintained to say the least. The reek of sewage
and refuse washed over him almost immediately. The concrete
floors were damp and puddles had formed in the floor's uneven
surface. The drain they had installed in the center of the floor
was not doing its job. Cheap, blue, plastic stalls lined the
right side of the bathroom and a single large urinal lined the
right. Only a few stall doors were shut, but from what he could
tell they were empty. He went into the one second from last.

After he shut the door behind him the smell got worse, the humid
air was doing it no favors. The stall itself wasn't pleasant
either. Toilet paper was strewn over the floor. Crude writing had
been etched into the walls. On the wall facing away from the
entrance, a small hole had been cut at waist height.

A foot tapped twice on the other side of it. Was this what Arthur
had meant? It had to be. There was nothing else in the stall.
Eric suddenly felt the need to know who was on the other side of
the wall. Was it his wife? Had Arthur set her up here? No, he was
an idiot, his wife was at home. He'd just seen her. A man then?
Was Arthur trying to humiliate Eric? It was possible he guessed,
but unlikely. It didn't seem like his style. If Arthur was going
to embarrass him like that it would be with something he had
gotten Eric to knowingly choose.

The foot tapped again.

Eric had to decide. He could just leave now, but somehow he knew
that Arthur would find out he hadn't gone through with it. If
this really was supposed to be just a gift, a really strange
gift, then it was within Eric's rights to turn it down. It was
never that simple with Arthur though. Plus, if Eric was honest
with himself, he was horny as hell. Sex had come to dominate his
life recently and he hadn't been involved in any of it. Added to
that was the fact that he apparently wasn't even allowed to take
care of himself anymore.

Eric shook his head, not really believing he was about to do it,
and then tapped his own foot twice. He undid his pants and to his
surprise he was already starting to get hard. Gingerly, he slid
his dick through the hole and into the other stall.

A warm mouth engulfed his mostly flacid cock. The person's tongue
massaged it as they applied gentle sucking. Eric's dick quickly
started to grow harder, filling up the mouth that surrounded it.
As it grew to its full length they were forced to let some of it
out.

Now they were focusing on just his tip. The lips gripped it
tightly as the tongue swirled around it. They would take breaks
to gently flick his urethra before they resumed tongue bathing
his head. A hand reached up and started to work the shaft slowly.

Eric let out a low moan and grabbed the top of the stall for
support. He pressed his crotch further against the wall, pushing
more of himself through the opening and  into the waiting mouth.
Taking it as a hint, they began to slowly bob up and down. Their
lips sealed tightly against his shaft, as whoever it was engulfed
the first half of his dick. Eric closed his eyes and leaned his
head back, enjoying the feeling. Their mouth was warm and moist.
Their tongue provided friction along the bottom, and their lips
worked, gently applying pressure and releasing in cycles, as they
moved up and down.

His dick was released from their mouth. He was disappointed, but
not for long, as he suddenly felt them licking up and down his
shaft. When they got to his head, they would plop it in their
mouth, briefly using their tongue to toy with it, before they
started licking their way back down to his base.

Whoever that was on the other side of the wall, they knew what
they were doing. Eric was losing his mind. Each time they sucked
on his tip it would bring him closer to his climax. Just as he
was really starting to enjoy it though they'd resume the licking.
It felt good, but it denied him the release that he really
wanted.

Just then footsteps sounded from the entrance to the bathroom.
The tongue on the other side of the wall stopped licking him.
Instead, a hand reached up and slowly began to stroke him. Not
enough to get him closer to cumming, but enough to maintain his
excitement. He wanted to barge out of the stall, go over, and
start slamming into whoever was doing this to him. He was so
close, but they just wouldn't bring him to where he wanted to be.
His precum was starting to drip, and the hand stroking him would
slide a finger to collect it and use it to lubricate his hand
job. More would follow; Eric needed a release.

Thankfully, the man had finished and Eric could hear his
footsteps as he left the bathroom. The mouth in the other stall
pounced, instantly wrapping itself around Eric's rock hard dick.
It was moving fast now, quickly sliding up and down his length.
It was if all of the energy they had bottled up in order to not
be caught was now being released all at once. Eric couldn't help
himself, he moaned, and his dick started twitching as he felt his
orgasm coming on.

The person must have known what that meant as they released him
from their mouth. The hand resumed jerking him off, but quickly
this time. Their tongue darted across and around his head, and
Eric was fairly certain that meant they had opened their mouth to
take his load.

At last, Eric had the release he wanted. With a grunt, and one
final push against the stall, he unloaded his cum onto whoever's
face was there to catch it. He couldn't see it but he knew he had
spent a lot of seed. It had been a while since his last climax
and he had been horny for a week straight. He could feel rope
after rope shoot out of his twitching dick onto the awaiting
tongue and face of the stranger. His head felt light, his ears
were ringing.

There was an audible swallow from the other stall. It was
followed by the tongue returning to his dick as it gently lapped
up the cum that was left there. A few final, quick licks up and
down his length finished the cleaning. The mouth withdrew from
his deflating cock after that.

Still gasping Eric pulled back from the wall and zipped up his
pants. That was something he had never thought he would do.
Arthur had been right though, he was surprised at how much he had
liked it. That had been one of the best blow jobs he had ever
gotten. Admittedly, the only woman he had ever slept with was
Sharon, but still. The excitement of doing it in public, of maybe
being caught, certainly had helped. Not to mention the mystery of
not knowing who was on the other side, of knowing they didn't
know who you were either.

Eric opened up the stall door and started to leave the bathroom.
He stopped after a few steps and turned to look warily at that
final stall. The door was still shut. He had remembered
something: Arthur had told him that when he was done, he was to
go into that final stall. His stomach did somersaults. Who was in
there? Whoever it was, Arthur wanted him to know it, and whatever
his reasons were Eric couldn't believe that they were in any way
altruistic. Frankly, he didn't want to know. Whatever Arthur had
planned for him behind that door was nothing he would like.

If he didn't do it though, Arthur would know. He would say
something like 'How was the surprise?', Eric would have no idea
what the suitable response was, and the gig would be up. Then
Arthur would be forced to double down on whatever horrible
experience he had originally planned for Eric and things would
only be worse.

Every step was heavy as Eric walked over to the last stall door.
He stopped in front of it, raised his hand, and knocked. The
sound echoed through the empty, concrete room. There was a faint
shuffle of clothing on the other side of the door, followed by a
click as the lock was undone. Eric edged the door open and there,
kneeling on the piss soaked floor, was his student, the one he
had slept with for Arthur, Sarah.

Eric was at a loss for words. He could still see the wet ropes of
his cum on her face, draped across her lips, nose, and eyes. She
had been wearing mascara, but it had started to run in all of the
cum (and possibly tears, he realized with horror). It wasn't just
his own cum though. Older, more dried strands could be seen
crisscrossing her youthful face. Globs of it had dried in her
long, auburn hair leaving it hopelessly tangled. Her blouse was
stained where some of it had fallen out of her mouth to dribble
down off her chin. Eric had no idea how many men she must have
sucked off in this stall to have become such a mess.

"Mr. Collins?" she asked. "What are you doing here?"

His mind raced for an answer. He couldn't tell this girl that he
had pretty much only come over so she could suck his dick. He
hadn't known that was what he was here for, but still, it wasn't
an option. "I'm just, at the park. What...what are you doing here
Sarah."

He could see her going through what he had just been. The
difference was, there was clearly no way to deny that what she
was doing here was blowing strangers in the bathroom. Her face
fell to shame and  she opted to not answer at all. Sarah averted
her gaze and hiked her shirt up in a pitiful display of modesty.
She reached down for her glasses. When she put them on though she
realized that a drop of cum had landed on the lenses at some
point. She took them off, spit on them, washed them off, then put
them back on again. Crouched down on the floor like she was, with
her mousy frame, she looked pitiful.

"Sarah, stand up from there." She took his hand and stood up, but
made no effort to wipe his jizz off of her face. From the look of
it, she had decided that cleaning cum off of herself was a losing
battle.

"I have a question to ask you." Eric said. "Is the reason you're
here...did someone tell you to do this? Blackmail you into it?"

She opened her mouth, but closed it without talking. After a
second of thinking, all she offered was, "I can't say."

"The person who did it, were they a man? Short black hair, blue
eyes, tall?"

"I...I don't know. I only ever talked to him over the phone. Why
are you asking me this?"

Eric hesitated. He wanted her to trust him, so that maybe he
could help her, and telling her the truth would certainly go a
long way towards that. Nonetheless, his situation was a little
much to unload on someone, and if he was honest with himself, far
too embarrassing to be shared in its entirety. "The man who did
this to you, I'm pretty certain I know who he is. I know, because
he's...doing something similar to me. What does he have on you?"

"At first...it was a video. Of you and me. In your office."
Eric's teeth clenched down painfully tight. He had done it again.
First his wife, now Sarah. He had delivered her on a silver
platter for Arthur to abuse. This was his fault. His fault.

Thinking back to that video, he remembered that Sarah hadn't been
that good at blow jobs when he was last with her. With a chill,
he realized that someone must have...trained her. How many men
had she gone down on? How many men had Arthur made her service?
If he could force her to kneel down in this decrepit, disgusting
stall and soak herself in the cum of strangers, what else had he
made her do?

Sarah continued, "But he destroyed that. In return for..." She
looked up at him then, before flicking her eyes away, "well it
doesn't matter. The other thing he did for me was set me up for
college. He knows the dean at my number one. I'm getting in.
Guaranteed. I just have to...make it through until I leave.
That's it. I do that, and the rest of my life is set. I just have
to make it through until then."

Eric could practically see her rationalizing this all away. "You
don't have to do this. You can leave. You can just walk away.
Here, let me help you - " Sarah slapped away his offered hand.

"Oh and you're one to talk. You got me into this. You did this to
me." At the end she was practically screaming.

Eric could barely speak. "I'm sorry Sarah. I'm so sorry. I didn't
mean to - "

"To what? To turn me into a whore? A piece of meat that random
men pump themselves into at a park bathroom? Fuck you Mr.
Collins. I don't need your sympathy, or your help for that
matter. You're the same as them. I swallowed your cum just like
the rest of the men who came in here. You're no different."

Eric truly did not know what to say to her.

"Next time you see me in class, think of me like this. I don't
know if you'll feel guilty or turned on, but either way you can
take it and stick it up your ass. Now leave. I'll have more work
to do soon."

Eric just turned around and left. He had nothing to add,
certainly nothing that she'd want to hear. The stall door slammed
shut behind him, the lock clicking back into place, and he
thought he heard a quick sob before she managed to hold it back.

As Arthur walked out a man walked past him. The guy was short,
maybe 5'9", and had a beer belly. Chilly from his hot dog had
dropped down to smear across his shirt. His greasy hair was
balding, and what was left was poorly combed over his pate. The
waft of stench that accompanied his passing had Eric thinking
that he couldn't have possibly showered any time this week.

Eric turned to go home, but stopped mid step. He turned back to
face the restroom and watched as the man turned into the second
to last stall. He waited, transfixed, unsure of what would
happen. Sure enough, there was a small thud against the stall
wall, followed by the man's moans. Slight slurping noises could
be made out, echoing off the concrete walls.

In that stall, Sarah had her lips wrapped around his cock, her
nose pressed into his unwashed crotch. Her tongue was darting
across his tipas he pressed his fat stomach as far up against the
stall as he could, getting as much of his dick inside of her as
possible. He wasn't even trying to cover his moans, or if he was
he wasn't very good at it. Eric could hear that he was obviously
enjoying himself.

"Oh god yeah, suck my cock you bitch, you filthy whore."

The man's words were whispered, but they were clearly audible
from where Eric was standing. Suddenly Eric heard the man make a
series of grunts which Eric could only assume was him finishing.
That was that then. His cum now covered Sarah's face right
alongside Eric's. Right now she was swallowing down however much
of his jizz had happened to land in her mouth.

Eric left as quickly as he could. He couldn't stand to have to
see the man again, knowing what he had just done to Sarah, what
Sarah had just done to him. Eric was angry now. This was
different though. This wasn't the impotent, directionless rage
that he had been feeling since Arthur started this chirade. No.
This was cold, centered, focused. Arthur could not be allowed to
do this. Eric had given him this whole thing, and he was going to
take it away. Arthur needed to be stopped, and Eric had an idea
on how to get the job done.