Reality Bites

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 2008, 2009

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Abstract: Going from internet to in-person has unexpected consequences for this
man

Regret is a deep dark pit, its sides blocking out hope and reflecting only the
shadowy echoes of past choices. Brian had enjoyed the kinky stories and
pictures he found on the web, and going to see one of these "Mistress"
characters seemed a reasonable next step. Now he found himself naked and
blindfolded in a garage with multiple sets of footsteps around him, and the
second thoughts about his actions gave way quickly to the pulsing fog of
panic.

Rough-skinned hands suddenly grabbed Brian under each armpit and lifted his
thrashing body into the air. "Hey, wait, nobody said..." was his immediate
reaction, followed by an anguished gurgling sound as sharp-nailed fingers dug
into his balls.

"You. Don't. Talk." Mistress Tania's voice hissed low and threatening, her
nails emphasizing each individual word. "You made an agreement, little boy, and
in this house we keep our agreements. My friends came by to watch, but maybe
they'll do more than that." Her hand squeezed tighter around him. "You don't
make demands, you don't complain, you don't even open your mouth unless I tell
you to. And when I tell you to open your mouth, it won't be to talk. If you
can't get those simple instructions down, I've got any number of ways to teach
you."

The sound of a door opening jarred his ears as the strong hands carried him
casually, his legs dangling, his cock insistently held erect by the
constricting strap. The weight of his body strained at his shoulders as he was
bounced up a set of stairs. His escorts dropped him on his knees, fortunately
on a carpeted floor, then before he could collect his wits fastened him into a
holding frame, tight leather cuffs holding his arms and knees outstretched.

One of the men ripped the blindfold off his face, and he blinked first at the
light and then at the sight of Mistress Tania, standing nude almost in his
face, her skin a creamy wet dream. Small but pronounced breasts with swollen
pink nipples faced him; one red fingernail glided up and down her slit then
waved under his nose. His erection was automatic.

"Open your mouth, little boy." She barely waited for him to obey before
thrusting the finger into his mouth, pumping it in and out to clean it. His
cock pulsed as her nail scraped against his tongue on the way out. "Oh, I can
tell you liked that. And I know you like watching, that's what you internet
boys are all about, so that's what you're going to do."

She beckoned with her hands, and two men appeared from either side. They were
tricked out in leather harnesses that accentuated the size of their erections,
and Mistress Tania settled down on her hands and knees between them. She turned
her head to grace Brian with a knowing leer. "The last boy I had down here came
all over the floor before Karl and George finished fucking me. Think you can do
any better?"

Brian's eyes widened and he tugged against his bonds, humping the air as
Mistress Tania grabbed the cock in front of her and sank her full lips down to
its base. Her body was turned just slightly making Brian look over her back to
see that activity while the other man was slowly dragging the purple head of
his thick erection up and down between the crease of her toned buttocks and the
backs of her thighs.

The man at Tania's rear grabbed a double handful of those curves and started
pumping into her while her head bobbed in the other man's crotch. The smell of
sex permeated the room, slaps of flesh against flesh echoing in Brian's ears.
He watched in increasing arousal as the woman's body shook and bounced between
the other two men. The way Tania was positioned he had the choice of watching
one man's flexing hairy ass or the other man's obviously pleasured face. Brian
flexed and jerked in the frame, thrusting into empty air in his frustration.

Finally the man at Tania's face groaned, his face contorting and his fingers
digging into her shoulders, the urgency and power of his orgasm showing in the
arch of his body as he released into her mouth. Close behind him was the other
man, his ass swaying back almost into Brian's face as he smacked into Tania's
cheeks in the throes of his own sloppy release.

The two men pulled back, their cocks dangling softened and glistening, and
Tania turned to face Brian, her nipples visibly engorged and a look of animal
heat in her eyes. "Time to make yourself useful, little boy. Karl needs
cleaning."

Brian shook his head, and despite the earlier warning opened his mouth to
protest, but that was just the opportunity Karl needed. The man squeezed a fist
around his shaft pushing the cockhead out and shoved it in between Brian's
lips, paying no attention to the younger man's frantic gurgling, grinding
forward and back until all of the mingled slimy juices were left inside Brian's
mouth.

Tania's eyes on Brian warned him against trying to spit; she held her stare on
him until he reluctantly swallowed the thick mess.

"That's a good boy," she said almost soothingly. "After all, Karl could have
been doing my ass instead. And just look at your little stiffie, you're
practically drooling." Brian was mortified; his erection had barely faded while
the man used his mouth. "Well then, I think you've earned a reward. I do so
like it when my guests enjoy themselves!"

That sounded promising, but then George moved around and kneeled behind Brian,
nestling his still-warm cock into the crease of Brian's ass while sliding a
hand around Brian's erection. The look on Brian's face must have been very
entertaining as Tania's smile became a leering grin. "I can just hear you now,
little boy. You don't do things with men, you don't get touched back there, you
aren't enjoying this... but your cock is saying something different, isn't it
sweetie?"

Brian tried to get his mind to focus on something else, football games,
newspaper headlines, but no matter what he did George's knowing fingers were
having their intended effect. The growing tension in Brian's groin was more and
more impossible to resist until at last he had no choice. A powerful orgasm
ripped through his body, the leather straps cutting into him as he strained and
emptied himself into the man's hand.

Then, making the degradation complete, George lifted his hand and clapped it
over Brian's mouth and nose, holding it in place until Brian was forced to lick
and swallow to be allowed to breathe. Even when the man's hand was gone,
Brian's head was still filled with the pungent smell of his own cum.

Mistress Tania rose to her feet and ruffled Brian's hair. She rolled her hips,
the folds of her groin just inches from his face. Her scent cut through his
nose, and his empty balls twitched. "I don't let nasty little boys mess up my
shower, but I'm sure you won't mind having to drive home with a little reminder
of your time with me. Let me know the next time you want a training session --
you might have some promise as a puppy or houseboy. Or," and she paused for
what seemed an eternity, "maybe you'd rather be a playmate for my boys."

With that as an exit line, Tania left without a backward glance. The two men,
still naked except for their leather harnesses, unfastened Brian's limp body
and escorted him downstairs. There they watched sternly as he slid his briefs
up over his sticky crotch, pulled his clothes on, and headed out the front
door.

It was evening. Brian walked uncomfortably to his car, a squishy feeling
between his thighs at every step. He had been in the house for only three
hours, but the cost of that visit had been far more than just money and time.

Somewhere in the house behind him, a part of Brian was still bound.

/END/