Carlos - Training Day 3
by Solomon
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Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual
stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is
illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within
is pure fiction - I guess.
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“SUE”
Carlos came over right after breakfast again. I guess this
was the time he preferred to play. I was happy to see him; I had gotten so
horny for him while I was taking my shower. But it seems he wasn’t there to get
me. He told Dave that he had a small job for him. I immediately became worried
at what that small job might be, and what might happen to my boyfriend while he
was away doing it. Carlos dropped three hundred dollar bills on the table and
told us how he knew how to take care of his people. He was already paying our
rent and all the utilities, but said this was for food and ‘whatever stuff‘. I
quickly decided that one of those ‘whatever’ things would be something hot for
me to wear for his sake.
Carlos told Dave to get ready and off he went. I asked
Carlos what he had in mind for Dave and he told me not to worry; it was a
matter of him waiting for someone and getting something from them. That made me
feel better, thinking it was a legitimate job; or at least within our norm of
jobs from our past. I asked in a sweet little voice if I would be cleaning his
‘house’ today and I flew into a rage of quiet passion when he told me he’d be
back for me later. Dave came back then and they left. I watched as they went on
their way, wondering if Carlos had told me the truth about the job. I had
strong doubts when I saw him have Dave get in the front seat between him and his
driver John.
My mind was racing; worrying about what he might tell Dave
about us or what he might do to Dave, but I was sure from the seat he had taken
that today was going to include his first lesson in being controlled. I felt so
damned guilty as I started to think of the things he might do to my guy, both because
I was getting rather hot at the things my imagination was coming up with that
Carlos might do to him and what I knew I had been fantasizing about most
recently. I finally had to go lie on the bed and frig myself like crazy to ease
my horniness.
Carlos came back later and took me for a quick romp at the
safe house. It was fairly mild to the rest of the days, but fun still. Since he
knew Dave wouldn’t be home until after me, he had me wait to get home to take a
shower.
When Dave did get home, he seemed rather distant. I felt
guilty at playing with Carlos again, as always, so I made mad love to him after
supper. But something had changed. He kept denying that anything was wrong, but
I knew something had happened. I knew that if Carlos had made him do anything,
that part of his problem was that he was warned not to tell me. I didn’t want
him to get in trouble, so I didn’t press him. I knew the next day was going to
be the day the shit hit the fan anyway. Carlos had told me that one of us was
going to get his cum in our mouth, and I had just about made up my mind to tell
Carlos that it would be me. As disgusting as I felt about it, I couldn’t make
Dave do it.
I tried to prepare Dave for the next day, but I couldn’t
really say anything without giving it away. Plus, I didn’t really know what was
going to happen myself. I hoped to catch Carlos before he told Dave anything
and tell him that I was ready to do the deed myself just to keep Dave from
finding out about the two of us.
As much as I liked sneaking off with Carlos, the thought of
getting his cum in my mouth the next day made me wish it might never happen.
“DAVE”
Carlos finally had some work for me. He stopped by at his
usual time and told me he had a chore for me. Whatever it was would make me
happier because I had been feeling guilty taking so much help from him and not
giving him anything back. At least Sue had started to clean his house, but come
on, how much could that be worth? I was just glad he was getting that much.
I felt strange when we left the house because he had me sit
in the front seat between him and his driver. It was a little tight and a
little emasculating since they were both nearly twice my age and both had a
number of pounds on me. I also noticed Sue watching from the door and thought
she might think it was a little gay. We drove to his safe house where we had
initially stayed and went inside. John took off with the car and I thought that
a little strange as well. How was Carlos supposed to leave? Why would he have
me here if he could stay himself?
We got into the Tequila a bit and he told me John had to get
gas and would be back. Carlos excused himself and went to the bathroom, or so I
thought…
…I was coming out of a steep fog and wondered what had
happened. When I tried to move my arms, I found them tied to the arms of the
wooden chair I was in. My legs were tied to the chair as well. I screamed,
“What the fuck is going on?” Carlos came in and asked if I liked to scream?
Realizing I had pissed him off, I answered ‘no’. But I asked what was going on
again and he sat on the bed and proceeded to tell me what was going to happen
today.
Carlos first asked me if I liked voyeurism. I told him ‘no’.
He said ‘too bad’ because he wanted me to watch him have sex with his
girlfriend. I thought that very kinky, but said he didn’t have to tie me up for
it. He said he knew of no other way but to chloroform me, and tie me up to get
me to go along with it. His girlfriend was apparently quite shy and he said she
wouldn’t have sex with him if she knew anyone was watching. I had never met his
girlfriend as he always considered questions about his personal life an
invasion of his domain. I hoped that she was hot at least and not some beast. I
said, “Well, won’t she know I’m here if she comes into the bedroom?”
That’s when he dragged my chair with me in it towards the
open closet beside the bed, about ten feet away. I realized the chair had been
placed on a carpet to drag easily across the wood floor. He pushed me into the
closet, facing out. After he shut the doors, he asked me if I could see the
whole bed area through the two-way mirrors mounted on the doors. I told him
‘yes’. In a minute, he opened the doors again and had a sex toy, a ball gag,
with him. As I tried to ask him what that was for, he pushed it to my mouth and
demanded that I open for him. Not having much choice, I did as I was told.
After the gag was fitted quite tightly around my head, he stood back and told
me my life depended on how well I obeyed him now.
Carlos started by reminding me of the three hundred dollars
he had dropped on the table at home, all the things he had done to help us stay
safe, and the place where we now called home. Then he said I was expected to
keep my mouth shut and not make a sound, no matter what, and to pay close
attention. He grabbed my chin to eyeball me and said one last warning to me.
“If you make one fucking sound, I’ll take you and this chair out on the ocean
and watch you sink to the bottom.” Tightening his grip on my face until he made
me grimace in pain, he asked, “Do you understand every fucking word I just
said?” I couldn’t answer him with the gag in my mouth, so I struggled against
his grip to nod my head. He said, “Good”, and that he would be back as soon as
he went to get his girlfriend. The doors were shut on me, and I heard him say,
“You better think long and hard while I’m gone about how serious I am about an
ocean voyage for you. You will be the only one not on my yacht when I
pull back into port if you piss me off.”
Then I saw through the two way mirror before me that he was
leaving. I struggled to get free, but that wasn’t going to come about, so I
studied on my dilemma. Was this guy really so kinky that it turned him on
knowing someone was watching him have sex with his girl? After a while I
figured I’d better just go with the flow and make sure I didn’t make a peep. I
knew what he was like and the stories I had heard about him. I figured him to
be good for his threats, if not his promises.
It must have been a half hour later when I heard him coming
back into the house. He came into the bedroom alone and came right to the
closet. He asked me a few very distressing questions over how fearful I might
be about getting loaded onto his yacht while still bound into the chair that
now held me prisoner. The beads of sweat running down my face were enough of an
answer for him. I was issued one last warning about keeping quiet, and I guess
the fear of what would happen to me if I didn’t was acknowledged in my eyes and
the sweat on my forehead. Then he put on some soft music and left; I guess for
his girl.
When the door opened again, I could see him standing in the
doorway with two arms going around him. His girlfriend must have the frame of a
young girl, judging from the height of her arms. Then it struck me, too much
was coming together in the worst way possible. As they turned to come into the
room, Carlos flashed me one last look of warning. Now I knew why I was here!
The girl hugging on him was my girl, Sue. I wanted to flip out and rock the
chair I was tied to into the closet doors in front of me. I had to use all my
strength to keep from doing anything stupid. Hundreds of images and fragments
of sentences went rushing through my mind as I watched her pulled to him and
willingly kiss his neck and lips. It all made so much sense suddenly, just as
much as it boggled my mind. Why would she be doing this? It was clear she was a
willing participant. Our sex life had been the best ever since being here in
I just as suddenly realized why she had become his fill-in
maid. The whole scene before me was ripping my heart away. If I was assured a
bullet to the head, I would break through that damn door in front of me. But
the thought of being thrown helplessly into the ocean still tied to this chair
was a fate I didn’t wish to endure. I finally started to realize there was
simply nothing I could do, at least until I got my hands free. And then I would
plan Carlos’ slow and extremely painful death.
I could hardly breathe anymore with the damn gag in my mouth
already cutting into my oxygen supply. I had nothing left to do but feel the humiliation
Sue was heaping upon me. At least I took some solace in the fact that she
couldn’t know what was being done to me. There’s no way in the world she could
act guilt free doing this just feet away from me. And then the real show began.
Carlos had said something to her: she sat back and peeled
her top away. She showed no signs of hesitation at all, and was smiling
broadly. Carlos grabbed and groped at her tits, paying great attention to her
nipples. She arched her back to show her pleasure at his touch. I knew her body
language well. I felt ill as I realized that even though my own cock couldn’t
move from its awkward position, it was trying to get hard. I could feel the
precum messing up my shorts. I felt so ashamed of myself. All I could look forward
to was the hatred for both of them that would flourish within me as soon as I
got free.
Carlos was lying on his back, with Sue opening his shirt. As
soon as she had it open, she leaned against him, rubbing her bare chest against
his. He pushed her head slowly towards his crotch. When she got to his pants,
she didn’t hesitate once again and quickly undid them. She pulled them off him,
shoes and all. I felt so inadequate as I saw what was
probably her main attraction to him. He did sport a rather large cock. Much
thicker and longer than mine and it stood straight up from his body like a
pole. My heart ached when she sucked it into her mouth so fast and started to
suck him off. The way she was going at him like a ravenous whore made me wonder
if she would embarrass me further by letting him cum in her mouth. That was
always a definite no-no for me; so would she let this mega asshole do it to
her? Her performance was one she certainly wasn’t faking.
Carlos took great pleasure in looking my way and smiling his
dominance over her… and me. I wanted to kill him at that very moment more than
any other moment so far. I was positive now that Sue had no idea I was in this
damn closet. But I knew I could never forgive the passion she was displaying
for the cock in her mouth. She was sucking on him like a starving whore and she
even went down and bathed his balls. That was something she would rarely ever
do for me. She thought ball hair was almost as nasty as cum; although, she did
love to rub my balls as she gave me head. I could tell by the way he was
holding her head that he was ready to cum and finally I had a small triumph as
she backed away and put her chest in front of his cock. At least she held to
her claim of hating cum. As he shot his load onto her chest she rubbed it all
over her tits and was smiling so lustfully.
I realized how twisted I had become in the last few minutes,
as I realized I could come right now with even the slightest touch of my prick.
My underwear was clearly wet now with my leaking precum juices. I hated this
unintentional problem and felt horrible that it was even a part of this
torture. When Sue knew he was done, she got off the bed and left the room.
While she was gone, Carlos just stared in my direction, gloating in his
dominance over the both of us. When Sue came back she had a towel and was
wiping her chest clean and then got down in front of Carlos to clean off his
waning hardon. They traded some words, kissed for a few moments and then they both got up, dressed, and left the room.
Another half hour went by before Carlos came back. He pulled
another chair to the closet and had a drink with him. He opened the door,
placed the chair right in front of me, and sat down. He stared at me for a few
moments, sat down his drink and reached forward to undo the snap on my pants. I
twisted as much as I could to let him know I didn’t want him touching me, but
he continued until he had pulled my pants down to my knees. Then he pulled my
underwear down as well and pulled the front down to inspect them. He said to
me, “I guess you liked the show as much as I did.” I could see they had indeed
gotten pretty moist.
Then as he sat in front of me, exposed to him, he started
his final warnings and humiliations of me. First he looked at my flaccid prick
and said he couldn’t understand why Sue loved me so much. I doubted at the
moment if she loved me in the least. Then he said, “Before I take off your gag,
I’m going to point out several things to you. First, Sue is still your girl and
she wants to keep it that way. Second, she didn’t know you were here, so don’t
blame her for what happened. As a matter of fact… you aren’t even going to let
her know any of the stuff you just witnessed. I’m going to ask both of you
tomorrow what you know about each other. You might be able to lie to me, but
she doesn’t stand a chance at lying even a little to me.”
He continued on, “I bet you can’t wait to get free… probably
want to kill me. But that would be a very silly mistake. Between the men I have
working for me, the people that depend on me, and the cops on my payroll; you
simple don’t stand a chance. And I would hate to think what they might do to
you. As I told you; you piss me off and I’ll simple drop you off in the middle
of the
As he took off my gag, he started to tell me the plans for
the next day. “One last thing; tomorrow, I’ve told her and now I’m telling you,
that one of you will be catching my cum instead of
watching it wasted on her chest. It’s your choice, do you want to have my cum in your mouth, or do you want her to service me all
the way?” I had no problem saying it now, though I would have anyway. I said,
“She’s your fucking whore; make her eat your fucking cum. That’ll show her what
she’s good for anyways.”
He warned me to control my temper in front of her or there
would be hell to pay. Then he asked, “Now, do we have an understanding?” I had
no choice but to nod my head ‘yes’. I knew I had no choices left but to go home
and lick my wounds. My only true solace was in the statement Carlos had made
about getting his kicks and letting us go.
He untied me and brought me back to the apartment. All the
way back he reinforced his demands that I not let onto Sue what had happened
and I was to have great sex with her tonight. As I was walking to the front
door, I wondered how in the world I was going to survive. What in the world was
going to happen from this point on? How could I look Sue in the face, let alone
want to have sex with her. I was torn between wanting to kill her and Carlos;
or giving up and just doing away with myself.
As I walked through the front door, she jumped to her feet
and asked how things had gone. I forgot that I was supposed to be doing an
errand for the asshole. I quickly brushed her off and went for a shower. This
was odd for me to want a shower at one in the afternoon, but I felt like I had
just been raped and needed cleaning. Sue looked at me almost pathetically. I
wondered how much she really knew, but didn’t wish to risk death for the likes
of her just to find out.
Even though I gave her every opportunity to tell me what she
had been doing, she said nothing. Instead she seemed to want me to tell her
something. I couldn’t believe how easily she was lying to me about the whole
fucking thing. I nearly got physically ill at fucking her later that night, and
only went through the same motions I would with a common whore. The only thing
that made me happy throughout the rest of the day and night was
knowing that tomorrow when she went to play ‘maid’, she was going to
wind up with a mouthful of cum. The bitch!
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