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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
THE FRUITS OF DESIRE
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Chapter Fourteen
To their utter surprise, and perhaps to their unspoken dismay,
Amanda and Kelli were not offered sex. Instead Katrina returned a few
minutes later and ushered them out of the room. They left behind Patrick
and Mark, who settled onto the couch.
ÒI admire your ability to retain yourself,Ó Patrick said to the naked
young man beside him.
ÒThanks,Ó Patrick said.
ÒAnd even now,Ó Patrick said, after sipping the coffee he was
holding, ÒEven with just myself and the girls present, you simply stood
there, having a chocolate. You did not make a move on the girls.Ó
ÒUh, no,Ó Mark said.
ÒMay I touch it?Ó Patrick asked.
ÒWhat?Ó Mark asked.
PatrickÕs eyes fell to MarkÕs groin.
ÒOh,Ó Mark said. Patrick reached out his hand.
Mark grimaced as Patrick touched him. The manÕs fingers were
lightly haired, the nails trimmed and the cuticles showing.
ÒDoes it bother you?Ó Patrick asked.
ÒWhat?Ó
ÒMy touching you like this,Ó Patrick said.
ÒNo, not really,Ó Mark said. ÒYou have a lovely home and thereÕs...Ó
His breath caught as Patrick touched his pee hole. The manÕs fingertip had
a callous on it. ÒThereÕs no real reason you had to bring me here. I mean, I
appreciate seeing the place. I had no idea it would be so expensive.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Patrick agreed. He sipped again on his coffee, while
continuing to fondle MarkÕs groin. It occurred to the young man that if
either he or Patrick spilled their coffee, it might easily scald him. ÒI can
buy everything with my Yell stock but people,Ó Patrick said. ÒSo really
you should not thank me too profusely, although I appreciate it. You have a
fine attribute here and I would be remiss if I did not add it to my, ah,
temporary collection.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Mark said, feeling pleasure in the manÕs touch, despite his
calloused fingers.
ÒNow I have promised you that IÕm not gay,Ó Patrick said, ÒAnd itÕs a
promise I will keep, of course. However I have a certain fantasy regarding
your, ah, monument... shall we call it that? ItÕs so magnificent, really we
should call it that. Your monument. I wish to see it tortured.Ó
Mark gasped. His eyes darted to PatrickÕs, but the man was still
staring at his cock.
ÒNot by myself,Ó Patrick said. ÒBy Katrina. Do you find her
attractive?Ó
ÒVery,Ó Mark said, and felt himself gulp as he said it.
ÒVery well,Ó Patrick smiled. ÒYou have done an outstanding job of
holding yourself back and I should like to see you tested a bit further.
Really, it will improve your fortitude, allowing her to do this to you.Ó
ÒYou mean--?Ó Mark could not finish the sentence.
ÒYes,Ó Patrick said. ÒI will watch. I will not touch you but I will
watch. Katrina will do all the work. And you, my dear boy, you will
suffer. Gladly, I hope, for it will increase your strength and improve your
already impressive abilities. Come, let us go upstairs, shall we? Katrina
will have the girls tucked in in a minute. Then they can listen to your
screams in the next room as you strive to show them how manly you are.Ó
Strangely, Mark did not resist when Patrick stood up and took his
hand. He allowed the man to pull him to his feet and they walked from the
room together, holding hands, but with a kind of reservation between
them, for Patrick was not holding MarkÕs hand because he loved him, but
rather, only to give him confidence. Mark knew he was doing something
that might prove incredibly stupid but he was too overwhelmed with his
need, and with KatrinaÕs beauty, and with the sumptuousness of his
surroundings to refuse. He felt his balls hanging heavily between his legs
as he walked.
ÒStop right now! Jerk off in this hallway!Ó an inner voice urged
Mark. But he allowed the older man to lead him to the end of the hall and
up a brightly polished circular wood stairway. At the top, at the landing,
Patrick turned to Mark, as if to kiss him. But he did not. Instead he only
smiled and led Mark down another wood-floored hallway, past the sound of
two girls in a bedroom, whispering, and into a bedroom next door.
The room was luxurious in the extreme. It took MarkÕs breath away
the moment he saw it. A bed, covered in red damask, waited in the center
of the room. It had a canopy and red velvet drapes. Beyond the bed were
large windows, and Katrina was just closing their curtains, which were
also fashioned from red fabric. Her long, dark curls spilled down her back
and though she was dressed just as before, in a white blouse and black
skirt, with black stockings, Mark felt an urgent longing for her. She was
shorter than he, and when he had first met her downstairs, he had seen a
slim collar, adorned with tiny widely-spaced diamonds, circling her neck.
At the time her attire and her collar had been almost too modest,
compared to the nudity of Amanda and Kelli, to take note of. But now,
with just himself and Patrick in the room, he felt a sudden desire to
possess her. It was an irresistible desire. He surged forward, intent on
tearing her clothes off and fucking her on the red bed. He could wait no
longer. He desired sex, and she, with her collared neck and her fetchingly
modest attire, unleashed the beast in him.
PatrickÕs grip was strong. It caught Mark as the young man stepped
forward. Startled, Mark turned and realized that Patrick was still holding
his hand.
ÒLet go!Ó Mark insisted.
ÒNo,Ó Patrick said.
Katrina finished closing the drapes. She turned. She walked over to
a table beside the bed. There was a pitcher of water there, like one might
leave for a childÕs bedtime refreshment, and a small cup. Beside the cup
was a pair of handcuffs. Katrina picked up the cuffs.
ÒOh Mark,Ó Katrina said. Her voice was soft. Mark looked at her.
Katrina held the handcuffs aloft. She held them by a single finger, holding
them where the cuffs were connected to each other by a link chain.
ÒYes?Ó Mark asked, in a quavery voice.
ÒLetÕs get these on,Ó Katrina said to the nude young man.
ÒI...Ó Mark began.
ÒDo as she says,Ó Patrick ordered. He let go of MarkÕs hand.
ÒBut sheÕs going to--!Ó Mark said.
ÒYes, Mark, IÕm going to torture your cock,Ó Katrina said in a whisper
soft as batÕs wings.
Slowly Mark walked toward the young woman. He felt his penis
throbbing between his legs, all stiff and desperate. His balls were the
size of a coconut and they bounced with an urgent fullness with each of
his steps. Behind him, he could feel Patrick staring, his eyes on his naked
butt.
ÒThatÕs it,Ó Katrina said, as Mark came within reach. He wanted to
grab the young woman but instead he let her caress him. Her hands
reached up and grazed his shoulders, then his biceps, his triceps, his
forearms. Finally, his wrists. She turned him around, her slender fingers,
slim it seemed as spiderÕs legs, softly turning his large, masculine body.
Click.
Click.
Mark was a prisoner of his own lust.
Katrina walked in front of the young man. She gazed with admiration
upon his chest. She touched its hairs. She slid her finger along each of his
ribs and then across his taut, muscular belly. Finally she touched the
pubic hair surrounding his groin. She tugged on the hairs, as if to test
their strength. Then she reached for MarkÕs member.
The organ was big. Her fingers encompassed it, just barely, and she
felt it throb in her hand. The length of it stuck out at her, rudely, for even
with her hand around it she was only enclosing a small part of the shaft,
leaving the rest to hang naked and free, like a big Central American
banana.
ÒNow we must put this to the test,Ó Katrina said, gazing at MarkÕs
cock. Mark looked at it too, his arms bound behind his back, his wrists
locked in the handcuffs.
ÒWhat... what are you going to do?Ó Mark gasped.
ÒOh, youÕll see,Ó Katrina said. She smiled at him. ÒLetÕs begin by
testing your cockÕs ability to pass electricity.Ó
There was a battery. Two wires ran from it and at the end of each
was a metal electrode. However one of the wires, before reaching its
electrode, was connected to a light bulb. It was wound around the base of
the light bulb. Katrina unveiled this contraption, which was under a red
cloth on another table, at the far end of the room.
ÒPut your penis between the electrodes, dear,Ó Katrina urged Mark.
ÒShall I help you? Oh! First letÕs wet your penis with this bottle of
perfume standing here, next to the light bulb.Ó
Mark watched as Katrina spritzed perfume on his penis. She put on a
lot, so that it all could not possibly dry in less than a few minutes. Then
she guided MarkÕs penis to the electrodes. As Mark held himself stiff,
aware of Patrick behind him, Katrina touched the electrodes to his cock.
ÒYEOOOOOUCH!Ó Mark hollared.
ÒVery good. Your penis conducts electricity very well,Ó Katrina told
the young man. ÒLetÕs do that a few more times to make sure, though. One
must always test and re-test in science, until one is absolutely sure that
the results are consistent.Ó
Mark endured. Next was an ice bath. Mark was forced to watch as
his penis was submerged in a bowl of ice water. After this came what
Katrina called the Ôsteam testÕ. She unveiled a tea kettle, which was
sitting innocuously on a hot plate. She plugged in the plate and the plate
warmed. The water in the kettle heated to a steaming temperature.
Katrina took MarkÕs cock, fresh from the ice bath, where it had been
soaking, and thrust it into the venting steam. Mark screamed.
ÒYes, you are doing well,Ó Katrina observed, when Mark managed to
hold back his seed despite the repeated assaults on his cock.
ÒHis is strong,Ó Patrick said.
Next Mark was submerged in lukewarm water, in a large glass. The
glass had Alka-Seltzer tablets dropped into it, by Katrina, just before
Mark was put into it. Mark watched as the bubbles from the dissolving
tablets tickled his penis. It was a strange feeling, but somewhat soothing
after being plunged in the steam. Next Katrina took breath spray and
squirted it all over MarkÕs cock. Then, to frighten Mark, she took a lighter
and held it up to the container of breath spray. She lit the lighter. She
squirted the spray. A geyser of flame erupted from the breath spray
container. But Katrina then put the lighter away. She valued MarkÕs cock
too much to turn it into a hot dog.
ÒOhhh, Mark, you are so strong,Ó Katrina said. She kissed MarkÕs
cock. Then she licked it until the breath spray was completely licked off.
Mark suffered the most from KatrinaÕs tongue, nearly losing himself as
she licked him. But she did not have him inside her mouth. He would have
spilled on the floor if heÕd cum under the ministrations of her tongue.
Finally, Katrina took a small brush. She gently brushed MarkÕs penis
with it. She urged him onto the bed to do this, making him lie within the
canopy, on his back, as she gently swept his penis with the bristles of the
tiny brush. She tickled his balls and suddenly Mark could endure no more.
He spurted. Up into her face, into her lovely hair, all over her gasping lips,
for she was truly surprised, not thinking the whisper-soft brush would
prove his undoing, after all of the harsh things heÕd endured.
ÒOh, Mark! You have failed me!Ó Katrina sighed. She watched as
Mark, with his hands pinned behind his back, pumped his seed uselessly
into the open air above the bed. She did not touch him anymore, but let
him feel the futility of it, his cock working hard to do nothing but shower
sperm on his belly.
ÒAh, well, he almost made it through all the tests,Ó Patrick, peeking
between the bedÕs curtains, remarked.
ÒHe managed to get some of himself on me, but he did not last long
enough to get it into my womb,Ó Katrina said. She sighed. ÒMark, you did
wonderfully, but you could have done better, I think. You are too beautiful
to fail. The girls will attend to you tomorrow and the next and then, on
the fourth day you are here, I will have you again. We will try again on
that day. And we will do more too, testing all of the parts of you, not just
your penis.Ó
Katrina kissed MarkÕs spermy cock head. She then left, and only
Patrick was there, gazing down at the handcuffed young man.
ÒGet some sleep,Ó Patrick told Mark. ÒAnd tomorrow, if after
breakfast you have a bowel movement, enjoy it. On the fourth day you are
here Katrina may have something for your backside as well as your cock.
You may be prevented from shitting then, so take pleasure in the shits you
are allowed between now and then.Ó
PatrickÕs head disappeared. Mark stared at the rustling canopy
curtains on his bed. How in GodÕs name had he wound up in a position like
this, he wondered, with a spent cock and balls, and a backside that he was
promised would be, in a few days, fuller than his testicles? Mark
shuddered. He wanted to scream again but the vision of KatrinaÕs beauty
superimposed itself on his mind, on his worries, and, exhausted and
thinking of her, relishing the chance he might yet have to fuck her, he fell
asleep.
Some hours later, while the night was still dark, at an hour of the
night when lovers, exhausted at last, fall asleep in each othersÕ arms,
Mark awoke. His eyes opened. He thought he was at AmandaÕs. He felt a
fullness in his bladder and he told himself he should get up and go to the
bathroom. He felt grouchy and bored and he yawned first. Then he moved
his wrists. Curiously, they had come to rest in his sleep underneath his
small bottom.
Click.
Mark felt the tension restrain his wrists even as the metallic sound
came to his ears.
Mark tugged on his wrists again.
Click.
He could not move his hands!
ÒOh, shit,Ó Mark swore. He rolled onto his side. He spoke into the
darkness. ÒAmanda, hon, whatever youÕve done to me, please undo it. IÕve
got to piss,Ó Mark said. He paused. It was quite dark, and he tried to make
out AmandaÕs familiar curved shape lying beside him, but he could not.
ÒAmanda, hon,Ó Mark said. ÒDonÕt worry. I donÕt want to fuck Kelli. I just
need to take a piss.Ó Mark waited for movement but saw none. ÒAmanda, I
promise, I wonÕt fuck your niece... wake up, dammit!Ó Mark groused.
ÒYes?Ó a lilting, musical voice asked. Mark heard sounds. But he
saw nothing, until, suddenly, there was a light somewhere, and its
illumination cast a glow on red drapes which were hung along the right
side of the bed.
Not just the right side, Mark suddenly realized, but all around him!
He was lying in a canopied bed, like a king might sleep in, or a little girl,
dreaming of knights and horses.
A head popped through the curtains. It was hard to see, except in
outline, but Mark instinctively realized that it must be beautiful, for long
luxurious tresses of hair spilled down from it. Just as he was taking in
this promising sight, another head popped through the drapes along the
left side of his bed.
ÒYes?Ó this second head asked, and Mark perceived that it was as
beautiful as the first.
ÒWho-- who are you?Ó Mark asked, as the thoughts of the previous
night began to make their way slowly back into his head. He was aware of
a dried stickiness on his belly. He tugged on his wrists again, but they
were still trapped underneath him. He felt indifferent metal against his
wrists and pressing upon his bottom, upon its bare flesh. He was quite
naked and he felt awkward as he watched the gaze of the two heads travel
from his face down to his loins. His penis, spurred by the fullness in his
bladder, had become erect. The two female heads looked at it with avid
eyes.
ÒDo you have to go to the bathroom?Ó one of the females asked. As
she spoke she leaned more fully into the drapes and Mark saw a gorgeous
pair of bosoms come through the drapes. They were bare. They reminded
him of gourds, they were so plump. At the same time they also reminded
him of cowÕs udders. Mark had a vision of this girl pinned by her head in
stocks, so that her tits could be milked.
The other girl leaned more deeply into the drapes, and her breasts
followed her own head through them. She too had perfectly formed, young
tits, and Mark now imagined two girl-cows, both trapped by their heads,
both forced to provide milk with their naked tits.
ÒI... uh... Yes, I have to go to the bathroom,Ó Mark said.
ÒPlease do,Ó the first girl said.
ÒYes,Ó the second agreed.
ÒHuh?Ó Mark asked.
ÒYour three days of luxury have now begun. Surely one luxury is to
not have to get up to go to the bathroom,Ó the first girl said. ÒWeÕll
change the sheets. Go ahead and pee in them.Ó
ÒBut... what?Ó Mark asked. He was still groggy and he couldnÕt
believe what he was hearing.
ÒPee,Ó the second girl said. ÒYou have such a fine penis. We will
greatly admire watching it perform, and will graciously change the sheets
for you when you are finished.Ó
ÒHuh? I...Ó Mark said.
ÒCanÕt you do it?Ó the first girl asked.
ÒNo... IÕm not used to wetting the bed,Ó Mark said. Then he narrowed
his eyes. He peered more closely. ÒYou look familiar,Ó he said to the first
girl.
ÒOh, you remember me?Ó she asked. She laughed. ÒPerhaps you
remember my bottom better. You put quite a load up it last night.Ó
Mark gulped. He felt his cock quivering nakedly, pounding with his
pulse as if it were a jackhammer hooked up to a throbbing electric motor.
How vulnerable he was! His hands, under his ass, lifted his hips up,
making an even greater display of his loins.
ÒI... really should get up to go to the bathroom,Ó Mark said.
ÒItÕs not allowed,Ó the second girl said. Mark looked at her and found
she was familiar too.
ÒYouÕre...Ó Mark said, but he could not remember the girlÕs name.
ÒSue!Ó the second girl said brightly. ÒAnd thatÕs Bobbi, the one you
forced a gallon of fluid into last night.Ó
ÒOh,Ó Mark said. He looked again at Bobbi. ÒSorry,Ó he said. ÒI got
carried away, I guess.Ó
ÒIÕm sure I deserved it,Ó Bobbi said. ÒBut really, you must pee in
your bed. It would be remiss of us not to allow you such a luxury. Or,
indeed, to insist upon it.Ó
ÒYes!Ó Sue said. ÒWeÕre eager to see you do it!Ó
ÒWell, shit...Ó Mark said. He looked at himself. Could he really do it?
This was so strange, to sleep in a sumptuous bed like this, on red damask,
surrounded by red velvet drapes, and to be asked to relieve himself in the
midst of all this luxury. To soil it!
Suddenly, Mark felt an urgent need in his bladder which he could no
longer restrain. It welled up from him. To his alarm he found he could not
restrain himself and he watched as pee spurted from his cock. He was a
human fountain. He was like those fountains one sees in malls, which
spring to life at regular intervals, after lying dormant. Yellow urine
sprang from his cock and it arced first toward one of his thighs, then
toward the other, as Mark shifted with embarrassment and again tugged on
the metal binding his wrists. MarkÕs pee splattered his belly as he shifted
his body yet again. Both girls, their heads and their breasts poked through
the canopy, watched with gasping glee.
ÒReally, I didnÕt meant to do this,Ó Mark apologized. He gazed at
Bobbi. As he looked at her his body shifted toward her. Suddenly he was
peeing in her direction, and his urine splattered across her breasts.
ÒEeeek!Ó Bobbi squealed. She drew her head back. But she did not
withdraw it completely beyond the drapes, perhaps out of a sense of duty
to the young man lying captive on the bed. ÒYou must like me the most,Ó
Bobbi told Mark.
ÒOh, I feel so jealous!Ó Sue said.
Mark felt his pee waning. He looked at Sue. She was as beautiful as
the other girl and he did not want to leave her feeling unhappy. With a
sudden impishness in his voice, awaking fully now to his circumstances,
he asked her, ÒWould you like to pee on me too?Ó
ÒOnly if it pleases you, sir,Ó Sue told Mark.
ÒThen here. Have some!Ó Mark said. He jerked his hips. His pee
sprinkled SueÕs tits. She smiled.
ÒThank you,Ó Sue told Mark.
The young manÕs pee ended. He felt a wetness on his belly and legs
and under him as well, on the expensive damask he was lying upon. Bobbi
told Mark to roll over. He did. It was difficult for him, with his penis so
big and heavy and thick and hard, but he managed to lie on his belly, on the
wet pee spot heÕd made in the bed, mingled with an excess of dried sperm,
now re-moistened. As he lay with his ass up, his cock trapped underneath
him, Mark felt BobbiÕs hands come to his wrists. He saw the flash of a key
and heard a small sound of unlocking. Suddenly, when he yanked on his
hands, they came away from each other, and he found he was free.
ÒThank God!Ó Mark said.
ÒGet up, sir. We must change your bedding. It will only take a
moment,Ó Bobbi told Mark.
The young man brushed aside the drapes. Bobbi moved out of his way.
He rose from the bed and found himself standing buck naked before a
beautiful female. It was indeed the one heÕd enemized last night, and now
he felt a powerful surge of lust for her.
ÒBend over,Ó Mark told her.
ÒYes, sir,Ó Bobbi said. She turned around. Mark took her by the
waist, even as he heard Sue, on the other side of the bed, begin to pull the
sheets and the coverlet off it. Mark made Bobbi reach down to her toes.
ÒOooh!Ó Bobbi exclaimed, as she felt MarkÕs hard, heavy cock bump her
bottom. ÒSir, you are too high up!Ó Bobbi said anxiously.
ÒNo IÕm not,Ó Mark answered. He knew he should get lubricant but
instead he spit into his palm, and then rubbed the spit over his cockhead.
Then he pushed. His pee hole, at the tip of his cock, made contact with
BobbiÕs anal rosehole.
ÒHooooo!Ó Bobbi said in an alarmed voice. ÒThatÕs the wrong hole,
sir!Ó
ÒNot for me it isnÕt,Ó Mark answered. He felt surprised that Patrick
had not opened this girl from behind. Was the man really a hetero, as he
claimed, or did he perhaps stock his ÔreservationÕ with young women in
order to attract young men to the place? With such odd, contradictory
thoughts swirling in his brain, Mark forced himself into the bent-over girl.
She squealed, but Sue, on the other side of the bed, kept at her job of
changing the sheets, not interfering.
ÒGod, youÕre tight,Ó Mark told Bobbi.
ÒOhhhh! It hurts!Ó Bobbi yelped, but, except for a rebellious
wriggling of her hips, she remained in the position Mark had ordered her to
take.
ÒI... I need to lubricate myself,Ó Mark said, relenting at last to the
realities of the situation. The girl was as tight as a vise. He pulled the
tip of his cock out of her resistant little hole and walked over to a chest
of drawers. Atop it was a hot plate, with a tea kettle on it. But the hot
plate was turned off now, and the tea kettle was silent, its water tepid.
Mark opened the top drawer in the dresser. To his delight and surprise he
found a whole tube of KY, new and unopened. He pulled it out and yanked
off the plastic cap. Just then he heard footsteps. He turned. His body was
large and powerful and muscular and his cock was standing out from him
like a horizontal fencepost. Mark saw, in the semi-darkness of the room,
illuminated only by two candles, a manÕs figure.
ÒHmmm. You were asleep last time I checked,Ó the man said. ÒAnd
the girls were asleep too.Ó
ÒPatrick!Ó Mark gasped.
ÒYes, itÕs me,Ó the older man said. ÒWhat are you doing?Ó
ÒIÕm-- IÕm going to fuck...Ó Mark, in his surprise at seeing Patrick,
had forgotten the girlÕs name. He glanced at her. She waited obediently by
the bed, bent over as he had left her, with her hands touching her toes and
her ass showing nakedly in the candle light.
ÒGood evening, sir,Ó the brunette who was changing the sheets on
MarkÕs bed said. The older man stepped farther into the room. The two
candles, made of red wax, which the girls had lit when Mark awoke, threw
light across the manÕs figure. Patrick no longer wore swim trunks. He
was dressed in fine silk pajamas, and he was smoking a pipe.
ÒGood evening,Ó Patrick said. But he did not look at the brunette who
was changing MarkÕs bed. His eyes remained on Mark, and he said to the
young man, ÒDo you mind if I watch?Ó
ÒI... I guess so,Ó Mark answered.
ÒOooh! I donÕt want to be fucked! Not in my bottom!Ó Bobbi piped up.
ÒQuiet, squaw! You will be fucked however we choose!Ó Patrick
roared. It was a loud, commanding voice. Even Mark shivered. Then he
squirted KY on his dick and, feeling the eyes of the older man on him, he
walked across the room. His big cock waggling with youthful vigor.
Patrick watched it, avidly, while puffing upon his pipe.
It was a hard job, deflowering Bobbi, but Mark worked at it with
eager abandon until the girl had been thoroughly fucked. Patrick asked
permission to put a hand on MarkÕs ass. Mark let him. He was too focused
on his cock to worry about PatrickÕs homosexual longings. When the
moment came that Mark could no longer hold himself back, Patrick
assisted, squeezing the young manÕs balls with his calloused palm.
ÒGood job!Ó Patrick said, when Mark had finished. He slapped MarkÕs
bare ass. Mark felt embarrassed, for the slap was like one might give to a
horse who has run a successful race. He pulled himself free of BobbiÕs
clinging, violated ass. The girl remained bent over. She was too scared to
get up, too frightened to reclaim possession of herself after being so
shockingly used.
Mark looked at his penis. He felt the last waves of pleasure washing
over him from his butt-busting ejaculation. At the same time he felt
anger at the loss of his vigor.
ÒStand up!Ó Mark ordered the girl who had so deliciously stolen his
manhood. He bent over her small form and yanked on her hair.
ÒEeeeek!Ó Bobbi cried. Mark wrenched her upright. Her naked tits
wobbled violently. For the first time, now that his lust had abated, Mark
had a chance to gaze at the girl, and he drank in her figure. It was slim,
with big, over-ripe breasts and and a round, plump bottom. Her ass
trickled sperm from between its cheeks where Mark had fucked her. He
turned her in his hands like a doll, inspecting first her front, then her
backside, then her front again, admiring her smooth, flat belly and her
fetching pubis, which lay between the ridges of her hipbones like a plain
of bright promise. Whenever Mark moved the girl her long hair, freed from
the chignon she had worn it in earlier in the evening, whisked across her
nude body, over her shoulders, across her breasts and her back.
ÒWhere is your nightie... your panties?Ó Mark asked the girl. He
spoke to her as a father might, roughly, angered at discovering her in the
nude. But in fact Mark had once more forgotten her name, and only
moments before he had raped her.
ÒOooh! Ah! DonÕt pull on my hair so hard!Ó Bobbi wailed. Then she
added, with a fluttering of her eyelashes, and looking with flattered eyes
at Mark, ÒI wished to be nude. To be ready to serve you, sir.Ó
ÒThen clean me,Ó Mark said. He turned. He looked at the canopied
bed. ÒIs it ready?Ó he asked the other nude girl, who stood holding a
bundle of sheets in her hands.
ÒYes, sir. I have just finished,Ó Sue told Mark.
ÒFine. You will clean me also,Ó Mark said.
ÒShall I go fill the tub?Ó Sue asked. She took a step toward the door
of the bedroom.
ÒNo. There is no need for a tub,Ó Mark said. ÒYou will not use water
to clean me.Ó He looked at the pitcher on the table, beside his bed, and the
single cup. ÒOr, rather, use all the water you want. But the water goes
into your mouths, not onto my body. You may use it to wet your tongues.
For that is how you will clean me. With your tongues. You will lick me
until I am clean.Ó
Mark crawled inbetween the drapes hanging around his bed. He lay
down on the soft mattress. He put his hands behind his head. Between his
legs he felt his cock becoming aroused again, and he promised himself he
would test SueÕs bottom with it as soon as he became hard. In the
meantime, the girls could lick him. He was beginning to enjoy this life of
luxury. With luck he might never see the beautiful Katrina again, who had
promised to flog him on the fourth day. At the moment he didnÕt even care
about Amanda and Kelli anymore. He just wished to enjoy himself, with
these two beautiful brunettes, and to use them in as many ways as his
now fully-awake mind could dream of!
The hours passed. In the darkness of the curtained room, within the
canopied bed, Mark lost all track of time. Bobbi and Sue bathed him with
their tongues and the action of their lips and mouths caused him to
become very hard again. Mark used the opportunity to try new positions
with them. Patrick watched, keeping Mark well-supplied with KY. He
functioned as a kind of servant, refilling the pitcher of water when it
became empty, bringing up croissants and butter and flavored jellies for
the three lovers to munch on when their spirits temporarily flagged. SueÕs
bottom proved as tight as BobbiÕs but the girl did not deny Mark, despite
her squeals at the forcefulness of his entry. The girls were young and
healthy. They were eager for love. Mark gave it to them, the vigor of his
cock driving from their minds the lives they had fled. They were no longer
young business women, struggling to perform in their careers. Now they
were performing biologically. They were reduced to wombs and breasts,
to open legs and gasping mouths. They were as Nature had always intended
them to be, in this hour of their lives; not industrial-era workers but
fecund females, fucking in order to bear the next generation.
Night passed into day and then into night again. Still the lovers did
not leave their canopied bed. Sheets were brought up and when they peed
they did it together in the bed. Then Patrick hurriedly changed the sheets,
while the lovers, never leaving the bedroom, made love on the floor. Never
did Patrick do anything with the lovers, but only watched, and helped,
providing whatever was needed, and smoking his pipe when he was not
needed. Mark could see PatrickÕs erection. It pushed out his pajama pants.
The girls saw it too and begged Patrick to fuck them, but the man refused.
ÒA master never undresses in front of his slaves,Ó Patrick said.
Day came again, but Mark was unaware of it. Amanda and Kelli
played naked in the yard beyond MarkÕs window, but he did not hear them.
He was consumed with the screams and joyful cries of Sue and Bobbi as he
continued to fuck them. Hour after hour went by and Mark, when he was
too tired to use his cock, used his tongue instead. He repaid the two girls
for the tongue-bath they had given him.
ÒAre they still at it?Ó Mark heard, lying between Bobbi and Sue, his
mouth on BobbiÕs lips of desire as her mouth sucked upon his cock. Sue
played with her finger in his ass, squeezing gently upon his balls.
ÒYes,Ó Patrick said, to the female voice beyond the drapes. ÒHow are
the other girls?Ó
ÒAmanda and Kelli are fine,Ó the female voice said, and Mark
suddenly realized that it belonged to Katrina. ÒI have them tied at the
moment. They are pressed belly to belly and they are learning to kiss.
How lovely they look! You should come and give them that thing youÕve got
there in your pants.Ó
ÒAlright,Ó Patrick said. ÒBut blindfold them first. A master does
not undress in front of his slaves, you know.Ó
ÒI have done it already,Ó Katrina answered. ÒThey are lost in
darkness, pressed together and wet between their legs, for I have teased
them to distraction. Come. It will only take a moment for you to relieve
yourself.Ó
ÒAlright,Ó Patrick said, as Mark suddenly felt himself begin to pump
into BobbiÕs mouth. He jabbed his tongue more deeply into her cunt. Sue
felt the contraction of MarkÕs balls. She squeezed him with her fingers, as
if pressing on a tube at the end of a syringe. Mark felt shockingly indolent
as he loosed himself in BobbiÕs mouth, while not doing anything to stop
Patrick from fucking Amanda and Kelli. Yet there was a gloriousness in
this laziness, and as soon as Mark had finished spending himself in Bobbi
he rolled over and put himself to Sue. She opened her lips. She took his
member gratefully. She sucked upon him and before long he was hard
again, with Bobbi urging him to offer up his male milk by fondling his sac.
And so the time continued to pass. Patrick brought a bowl and
sponge and soap and bathed the lovers in bed at the end of the second day.
Then they stood up, and kissed while standing on the floor, as Patrick
changed their sheets for them. Then it was back to bed, and after a new
round of fucking a meal was brought up, roast chicken and potatoes, and
the lovers greedily consumed it in bed before returning again to each
otherÕs bodies.
The third day was a day of rest. Patrick encouraged the lovers to
rise from their bed and enjoy a bath in a real bath tub, down the hall. They
accepted. They were too tired to do any more and they moved down the
hall sleepily, Mark holding each girl by her hand. As they bathed in the tub,
slowly and grudgingly, after soaking for more than an hour, Patrick served
them coffee, topped with whipped cream and laced with chocolate. This
revived them a little. When they got out of the tub they dried each other.
Then, being invited by Patrick into another room, which was a parlor, they
were given clothes to wear.
Or, rather, the girls were given panties, and Mark was given a
surgical mask.
ÒOh, squaw clothing!Ó Bobbi said, blushing. She put on the panties
Patrick had given her. They were indescribably small. A single strand of
cloth, thin as string, extended around BobbiÕs hips. In front a tiny triangle
of cloth barely covered her pubis. In back a similar triangle struggled to
cover her bottom. It was quite a hopeless battle and the triangle became
wedged almost immediately in BobbiÕs ass, leaving her cheeks bare. When
Bobbi had adjusted the panties, trying as best she could to cover herself
with them, Patrick got out a pair of scissors. He walked over to the girl
and reached between her legs. As Bobbi held her breath, Patrick scissored
across the gusset between her legs where her panties covered her crotch.
As the scissors finished their work BobbiÕs panties became severed. The
back half stayed stuck in her ass, while the front half, cut away from the
back, fluttered in front of her pubis. Meanwhile the string-like waistband
around BobbiÕs hips remained intact. She looked at herself. She was a real
squaw now, wearing a bit of cloth in front and in back of herself, but
unconnected, save for the waistband around her hips.
ÒWoo Woo Woo,Ó Bobbi said, patting her mouth with her palm,
Indian-fashion, giving a soft war cry. Sue giggled. Patrick went to her
next. She had put on the panties he had given her, which were identical to
BobbiÕs. Patrick reached between SueÕs legs and snipped her panties apart
at the crotch.
ÒWhat am I supposed to do with this?Ó Mark asked, holding up the
surgical mask.
ÒPut the mask against your crotch. It will hold your genitals,Ó
Patrick said to the young man. ÒThen tie the drawstrings of the surgical
mask around your waist, to hold the mask in place.Ó
ÒYou mean... like a bikini bottom? Like girls wear?Ó Mark asked,
puzzled.
ÒYes,Ó Patrick said.
ÒHere! WeÕll do it for you!Ó Bobbi and Sue chimed. They dashed over
to Mark. Eagerly they suited him up in the surgical mask, capturing his
loins in the mask while tying its strings around his waist. Mark was
grateful that he was tired, for otherwise his loins would never have fit
inside the mask.
When the girls finished, they stepped back from Mark. They laughed.
With the ends of the drawstrings tied into pretty bows, Mark looked like
he was wearing lingerie.
ÒThis is ridiculous. I look like I belong in a VictoriaÕs Secret
catalog,Ó Mark groused.
ÒWait. One more thing must be done,Ó Patrick said. He approached
Mark with the scissors.
ÒWhat are you going to do with those?Ó Mark asked in alarm.
ÒYouÕll see,Ó Patrick said. He smiled. ÒIÕll be careful where I cut.Ó
Patrick put the scissors under MarkÕs balls. He began to cut away
the surgical mask where it held MarkÕs testes. When he finished Mark felt
his scrotum drop out from the confinement of the mask. At the same time
his penis, also freed, fell like a loosened snake, to hang nakedly. The
little surgical mask, which had so effectively contained him, now was in
two parts, connected only by the pretty bows where the drawstrings were
tied at MarkÕs waist.
ÒI... look like an Indian,Ó Mark said. He gazed at the flap in front of
his dick. A normal piece of Indian clothing would have fluttered in front
of his loins in a size big enough to cover his groin. But this was just a
surgical mask. Its small square of cloth covered just part of MarkÕs dick,
leaving the rest to dangle loosely, and quite visibly, between his legs. The
story was the same in back, where a too-small bit of the surgical mask
did a ridiculously ineffective job of covering his butt. Only part of MarkÕs
ass crack was covered. The rest, the important lower half, was totally
visible. And there was nothing to stop someone looking between MarkÕs
legs from seeing his testicle sac.
ÒCan I take this off now?Ó Mark asked Patrick.
ÒOf course not. It would leave you quite naked, and weÕre going to
spend the day outside. You should at least wear something.Ó
ÒBut...Ó Mark stammered.
ÒRelax. YouÕre an Indian. Rather lasciviously dressed, to be sure, but
an Indian all the same,Ó Patrick told Mark. ÒDid you not agree to do as I
say?Ó
ÒI guess so,Ó Mark muttered.
ÒNow put these on,Ó Patrick said. ÒPut them on each other.Ó He
opened a drawer and took out wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs. He tossed them
onto the coffee table. After this he took out slighter bigger cuffs, meant
to go around the legs, above each of the knees. Then he took out cuffs
meant for the arms, to be placed above each elbow. Finally he drew
collars from the drawer, made of the same leather as the cuffs, and
tossed those on the coffee table also. ÒIt is your clothing,Ó Patrick said.
ÒI told you that you would not be wearing much clothing here, but that I
would require you to wear that which was in fact provided. Put it on.Ó
ÒWhat for?Ó Mark asked.
ÒBecause you are slaves, all of you, and tomorrow I will flog you,Ó
Patrick said. ÒYou for the first time, Mark, and Bobbi and Sue for the
second time.Ó
The two girls shivered. Immediately they reached for the cuffs and
began to put them on each other. The cuffs could not be buckled, but had to
be tied. The cuffs intended for Mark were dark brown, while those meant
for the girls were light brown. The girls knew this already and they
picked the cuffs meant for themselves. When they had gotten the cuffs
onto themselves they turned to Mark and helped him. They giggled as they
worked on Mark, for he was gloomy-looking and did not appear at all
pleased at the prospect of being flogged. Nonetheless, at the same time,
his penis had begun to grow turgid again. It hung heavily between his
thighs.
Collared and cuffed, the three lovers went downstairs. Out in back,
on the grass, a sumptuous breakfast had been spread. Silver plate held
eggs and cheese and ham and smoked bacon, all laid out on a white linen
cloth on the lawn. Amanda and Kelli were already there. They were
dressed just like Bobbi and Sue. Mark blushed when he saw Amanda and
Kelli. The 13-year-old giggled.
ÒYou look like youÕre a FrederickÕs of Hollywood model!Ó Kelli told
Mark.
ÒThanks for mentioning it,Ó Mark answered, frowning.
ÒOh, Mark! Such pretty bows!Ó Amanda teased.
Mark noticed that both girls were bright-eyed and flushed in their
cheeks. They did not look sexually anxious but, rather, quite sexually
satisfied. He guessed that Patrick had relieved himself in them more than
once. He wondered if they had been blindfolded each time the older man
fucked them. Perhaps they had been blindfolded and deafened too, with
cotton in their ears, drowned in darkness and silence, able only to feel.
The thought of the girls being fucked in such a manner excited Mark and
his cock rose to greet them.
ÒMmmm. HavenÕt you gotten rid of that yet?Ó Amanda asked, seeing
MarkÕs penis salute her. She licked her lips.
ÒHeÕs going to make sure we donÕt run out of sausage,Ó Kelli said.
But they did not fuck. Instead, they ate, and it was a meal that left
them full and groggy, sated to the point of sleep. Then they did sleep,
napping on the grass, while Patrick and Bobbi and Sue spread out a soft
white linen canopy and fixed it to stakes, in order to keep out the sun.
Later when Mark awoke he wanted to fuck Amanda, but Patrick denied him.
ÒYou must think of tomorrow now, Mark,Ó Patrick told the young man.
ÒKatrina expects you to have something for her.Ó
Day passed into evening. They stayed outdoors, munching on snacks
or playing croquet, which had already been set up for their enjoyment.
When night came they made a campfire, down in the trees, and they sat
around it telling spooky stories. Mark was tasked with keeping the fire
going. He sat close to it and threw on more twigs when the fire grew low.
He stirred it with an iron poker. The flames heated his loins, under the
inadequate cover of his Indian loin cloth, which was really a split-open
surgical mask. The heat made his penis sweat.
When the stars had all been counted, even by Kelli, who kept flubbing
her count whenever she got past eleven, and all the marshmallows eaten,
and all the hot dogs too, which looked very much like thinner versions of
MarkÕs penis, they went upstairs. Patrick escorted Kelli and Amanda.
Bobbi and Sue walked with Mark. The young man felt awkward allowing
himself to be led by Bobbi and Sue. He felt as if he were somehow
betraying Kelli and Amanda. But the two brunettes kept fondling MarkÕs
balls, and his penis, exciting him tremendously. Meanwhile Kelli listened
avidly to a ghost story Patrick was telling, and Amanda gazed with fond
eyes at the older man, awed by all the expense he had gone to to keep her
constantly happy.
Bobbi and Sue opened the door to MarkÕs bedroom. He reached for
their bottoms, intending to take them inside and fuck them. But the girls
darted back. Surprised, Mark was about to scold them, when he saw a
figure waiting for him in his bedroom. She was standing by the bed, next
to the table holding the water pitcher and the cup. In her right hand,
dangling by a single finger, was a pair of handcuffs.
ÒHi Mark,Ó Katrina whispered. She gazed at him with her cat-like
eyes. Mark felt himself grow sharply erect even as a thrill of fear ran up
his spine.
ÒOooh! NO!Ó Kelli, down the hall, suddenly blurted in alarm. But Mark
paid no regard to her cry. Instead, mesmerized, he walked forward, his
stiff penis leading him to his doom.
ÒGet in bed, Mark,Ó Katrina said. She opened the canopy for him.
Mark gulped and climbed into his bed. It was soft and fresh. He laid down
on it. ÒNo. Lie on your stomach,Ó Katrina told the young man.
ÒBut--Ó Mark said. He obeyed. He rolled over. He groaned as his hard
cock became trapped underneath him.
ÒVery good. Now put your hands behind you,Ó Katrina told the young
man.
Again Mark obeyed. He felt metal pressed to his wrists.
Click.
Click.
The handcuffs were secured and Mark tried to pull his hands back
down to the comfort of the bed, only to find that he couldnÕt.
ÒShit,Ó Mark swore.
ÒRoll over,Ó Katrina said in her infuriatingly soft, musical voice.
Mark obeyed. His cock sprang to attention, quivering in the air.
ÒYou will sleep like that, with your penis standing straight up, and I
expect to find you stiff and ready for me in the morning,Ó Katrina told the
young man. ÒDo not disappoint me by sperming your sheets.Ó
The canopy fluttered closed. Mark found himself imprisoned and
alone in the delightfully comfortable bed. If he had been 13 he would
immediately have rolled onto his belly and squirmed against the softness
until he was freed of the arousal in his balls. But he was not 13, and so he
lay on his back, staring at the canopy over his head. He looked at his
penis, waiting with throbbing desire for KatrinaÕs return. Could he sleep
like this? Mark didnÕt think so.
Suddenly KatrinaÕs head re-emerged between the drapes of MarkÕs
bed.
ÒHere. Have a drink before you retire,Ó the young woman told Mark.
She put a cup to MarkÕs lips. Mark drank, as if he were 10, and Katrina
were his mother. Then she smiled at him and patted his forehead. She
wiped MarkÕs lips with her long, black curly hair. ÒSleep well,Ó Katrina
told Mark. ÒIÕll be expecting a lot from you tomorrow.Ó
The drapes closed again. Somewhere beyond them, Katrina blew out
the red candles that had bathed the room in a warm, flickering light. Mark
found himself in total darkness and in the secretness of that darkness it
took all his effort not to roll over and pound his stiff meat against the
too-comfortable bed.
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