Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Strange Relationships
Part: 15
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples from Second
Best and their families.
Keywords: M+M mm mf mast ir oral rim MF M-dom humil spank ws
Keywords for full story: rom, mf, MF, mmf, MFF, M+F, mm, F-solo, ir, D/s,
bdsm, mdom, spank, oral, anal, 1st, reluc, nc, voy
Strange Relationships
Copyright © Thinking Horndog, 2006 im_a_thinker@yahoo.com
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted with all rights
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Warnings and disclaimers:
This is adult entertainment! Be warned! If you’re not into graphic
depictions of sex, this is the wrong story for you! If you’re too young to
be legally reading this, move along!
This is a work of fiction. It is not intended to reflect any particular
person or persons, and the incidents portrayed exist in their current form
solely in the writer’s imagination. You get the idea.
Chapter 15
The Party at Mary's and Some Lessons in Control
The guys showed up at seven-thirty, Teddy having picked up Stick at
school; going to Stick's neighborhood after dark wasn't a really bright idea
for someone as unprepossessing as Teddy. Mary met then at the door in as
little as she could get away with -- in this case, a black, baby-doll
nightie with lace bra cups, the remainder of which was flowing and opaque --
as far as it went, which wasn't far below her pudenda. "Hello, Boys..."
Both boys recognized and chuckled at the Mae West imitation. Even Teddy
seemed at ease as he entered the door. "Everything set?" she asked. Teddy
nodded. "Let's get comfy, then." Mary waved at the couch area, where there
was a large spread on the coffee table -- no real meal, per se, but plenty
of snack foods and cold cuts to get everyone through a looooong night.
"Soda? Or beer?"
"Beer," Stick replied positively.
"Me, too," Teddy piped up. "One, anyway."
Mary turned to the refrigerator, collecting a Diet Coke for herself
and a Bud for Teddy. Stick relieved her of asking him about brands by
leaning in and taking a look, using a hand on her ass as a brace point.
Coming up with a Michelob, he grinned, "Guess I'd better take it easy." The
beer supply WAS pretty thin, if both of them developed real thirsts. Well,
there were other things...
"So, what are we gonna do?" Teddy contrived not to be nervous-
sounding from his seat on the far end of the couch.
"Let's jus' relax and eat a bit an' talk, first," Stick suggested,
settling onto the near side, as Mary took her chair. Tonight, she didn't
jump out with any seriously gaping exposure; both of the boys knew what was
up there, and they had other things to work out. "We got all night.
Right?" His eyes gathered nods from them both.
Mary liked the 'take charge' attitude Stick was exuding. Playing
the spider in 'The Spider and the Fly' was annoying, after a while; if Stick
was gonna run things tonight it'd be a welcome break. "Want some music
then?" Then she realized that this might be a problem of differing tastes.
"ZRQ?" This was the local Top Forties station, which would be varietal.
"Yeh, but keep it down so we can hear one another. They're gonna do
that heavy rap thing about nine, so we'll probably have to switch it, then."
Stick liked rap, but it got on the nerves, after a while. The shit was on
all the time at home, and after a while, it either drove you nuts or to
drugs to kill the headache. Stick had a theory about rap and drug abuse...
Teddy was somewhat surprised. He considered rap and hip-hop
tedious, but could handle it in reasonable doses; he'd assumed that Stick
was going to be into it. Stick's announcement indicated either that he
wasn't, or he was being nice, one or the other.
Mary just turned on the stereo without any further evaluation than a
sigh of relief. One good thing about putting on music: Her mother was even
less likely to bother her if she heard the stereo running, as she hated just
about everything out there these days. She'd also probably assume she was
alone... Mary spent a lot of time alone in her room; her parents'
activities -- or lack of them -- just didn't hold her attention. They were
used to it.
Everybody just chilled for a few minutes, tearing up the snack tray
while the boys swigged beer. Stick was a LOT better at it, finishing his
Mick and going back for another while Teddy's Bud moved a lot more slowly --
but Stick slowed down, too, during round two. Discussion wandered; songs,
sports, TV, the antics of their friends... "What do you think of Nate and
Nora?" Mary inquired.
"Well, from Nate's end, it's about fuckin' perfect," Stick replied.
"Not sure what Nora's gettin'."
"I'm beginning to guess," Mary tittered, looking pointedly at
Stick's crotch. "Seriously, though, I think she sees Nate as a project. If
she files the rough edges off him, he'll be well worth having."
"Nate ain't gonna particularly want to hear that," Stick opined.
"Well, maybe not, but he's not complaining about her tools..." Mary
grinned and fluttered the skirt of her nightie, flashing her bare pussy.
Both boys chuckled. "Besides, there's a joker in the deck; did you know
Nora's Daddy is rich?"
Stick shrugged. "Nate said sumpthin' but lookin' at Nora, I don'
see it..."
"No, you don't; that was deliberate, apparently. But Daddy has
megabucks, not just an extra nickel or two, and he's as weird as feet on a
fish. But he likes what Nate represents, if not Nate in person..."
"You're losin' me..." Stick mumbled.
"I hear that Nora's Daddy came up on the poor side of his family.
He had rich cousins who probably treated him like shit, but he turned into a
tough bastard. Uncle died, and left his fortune to Nora's Daddy over his
own sons, 'cause money had made 'em worthless..."
"An' this affects Nate -- how?"
"Nora's Daddy knows ALL ABOUT Nate's Mama, and how he's handling
it..."
"You're dreamin'!"
"Well, if I understand Nora's Daddy, he won't be just handing
anything over, but Nate COULD have an open door to the good things in life
in his future..."
"I'll believe it when I see it," Stick grunted.
"That's a pretty good attitude. I bet it's Nate's, too -- which can
only help him."
"Yeh, I see that..."
Mary eyed him. "I figure you have the sense not to start him having
unrealistic expectations..."
"Yeh. He'll be better off if he takes things in bite-size chunks
an' don't get greedy," Stick nodded, thinking.
"Exactly," Mary returned. "A thousand things could change. Nate's
in good shape as long as he and Nora are doing well, but how many couples do
you see last until marriage? And how many of THEM last? If Daddy sees him
as sponging off Nora, he'll be gone, and it might be ugly."
"Yeah?"
"Nora's Daddy is megabucks rich, and all that comes with it. Go to
the grocery store and look around the meat counter. If it's got Nora's last
name on it..."
"Shit! Okay..."
"Well, he's got everything a rich guy has, then add... eccentric.
He's into kink and stuff... You can be sure that if he wants Nate gone,
he's got people to do it for him."
"Nora's pretty risky, then..." Stick hazarded.
"Well, she is and she isn't. Like a lot of things, there's risk and
there's benefit. They're doing fine, for now. Nate's already outlasted
prediction, which says that he's showing some sense. It's his call." Mary
grinned. "At least YOU don't have those worries!"
"Huh! No. I figger that even with this crib, your folks ain't rich
an' crazy..."
"You'd be right," Mary chuckled. "Neither are Teddy's." Teddy
nodded agreement, chewing his sandwich.
"There's other shit, I guess..."
"Well, yeah," Mary sighed. "My folks aren't thrilled about either
of you, right now, but Teddy has the edge, for what are probably the usual
reasons..."
"Like he ain't black," Stick grunted.
"That'd be big," Mary agreed, "although they won't admit it because
it isn't politically correct. Mom thinks you're taking advantage of me,
both of you. Once again, Stick, you've got more to gain. And since the
whole thing's impossible to disprove, short of -- gee, I don't even know if
marriage would make a case! -- I don't see a quick end to it. On the flip
side, if I settle on one of you, the rumblings will die down, and they'll
roll over, eventually -- even for YOU, Stick; they're not THAT hard-headed
-- but as long as I'm dating you both, there are gonna be shit-storms..."
Stick shrugged. "Only you can fix that..." He glanced at Teddy,
who shrugged, too.
"No.... We all know it's not that simple. There are the other
issues..."
"Me an' Ted?" Stick glanced again at Teddy. "Not sure that's an
issue 'less you dump BOTH of us..." Ted was a helluva cocksucker, and he
had a pretty good ass, but he couldn't MARRY the little bastard...
"It's the 'not sure' part that keeps us where we are, Stick. You're
not sure. Teddy's not sure. I'M not sure..." Mary shook her head. "I
can't commit to one of you and put the other on the street for fear I'll
make the wrong choice and pass up something beautiful with the other. The
fact that you're so damned different makes it harder, not easier."
"Shit got serious," Stick grunted.
Teddy piped up, "She's right. I thought I was... queer. Now, I'm
not so sure any more. Girls are... pretty nice. But..."
Stick nodded. Pussy lived up to its advance billing, but it wasn't
that available. Under normal conditions, Teddy was. If Mary dropped 'em
both, would he start 'seeing' Teddy? Stick just didn't fucking know...
"There's something else out there," Mary added. "I've already
noticed it developing. We have a pecking order..."
"Huh?" "Whazzat?"
Mary smiled crookedly. "Well, Teddy's a 'Mama's Boy'..."
"Hey!" Teddy erupted.
Mary plodded on, "Sorry, Baby, but you know it as well as I do. We
can work around it, but it's just as easy for me to mother you. But I've
learned that I like to be able to give up control..." She eyed Stick
pointedly.
Stick grunted. "Izzat so? Well, we can work around THAT, too..."
"If we want to," Mary agreed. "But is there good reason to want
to?" She flicked her eyes to Teddy.
"So Stick is Top Dog? That's how I do the math..." This didn't sit
well...
"That's where things are headed, I think," Mary agreed, "Although I
think we're a bit more equal. Think about it, Teddy -- if we continue the
way we are, do you WANT to run things?"
Outrage ran head-on into his gut reaction to the idea of leadership
and responsibility -- and got run over. "Uh, no," he replied, favoring
Stick with a nervous glance.
Stick turned his eye on Mary, who murmured, "Don't look at me! I've
already abdicated! I'm the lead from behind type!"
The idea of running shit was just fucking strange to Stick. "Well,
I dunno. Sounds pretty fucked up to me -- your folks will shit! This is
down the road, anyway -- it ain't got shit to do with tonight..."
"No, not directly," Mary agreed. "I think we're all pretty clear on
what's up tonight. I'm going to be sitting out the first round or two,
anyway." She hopped up. "You guys wanna see a gay flick? No girls? Might
be educational..."
Stick was all set to say 'no', but Mary was right, damn her! Teddy
was looking to him and not opening his mouth, which gave Stick HIS vote.
"Aww, I guess."
Mary went to the entertainment center and dug through her
unaccountably vast collection of porn. Even giving Randall three or four
tapes hadn't REALLY bled out anything; she had descent stuff in all
varieties. Gay WAS limited, for fairly obvious reasons, but she'd collected
a bit a while back with this particular audience in mind -- or Teddy's half
of it, anyway. She pushed past the 900 number advertising to the title
sequence and went back to her chair.
The boys settled back to see the flick. Stick noticed one thing,
right off -- the mindset appeared to be no-nonsense. The focus was so clear
as to be grainy, and there weren't a whole lot of romantic games. The thing
opened in a gym, with one guy eyeing another's 'package' while spotting him
for bench presses. The second guy finished his exercising, got naked in the
locker room and went off to the sauna, where he settled in and started
beating his meat. This went on long enough to see that he was enjoying it,
but not long enough to get boring before the second guy entered the sauna
and with not much in the way of a pause, took over the meat handling.
Both of the boys were uncomfortable at this point, nursing sensitive
hard-ons -- but neither had made a move! Mary was somewhat exasperated;
this was the second time they'd been here with gay sex on their minds, then
turned homophobic when it became time to do something about it! "Boys! Why
ARE you acting so stupid? Teddy, slide over and work on Stick's fly, and
I'll undo yours..." Mary circled around, pushed the coffee table back out
of the way and knelt in front of Teddy, tuning his position next to Stick
and working his zipper. Then she undid his Nikes and Stick's Adidas with
one hand while jacking Teddy with the other. "I swear," she grumbled, "You
two need a woman to get you started!"
Teddy had done as he was told, without prompting; Stick's jeans were
open and he was relaxed against the couch back while Teddy's hand massaged
his meat. This was good shit, once you got past the embarrassment. Mary
collected his hand and put it on Teddy's prick and he took over for her
while she tugged Teddy out of his jeans, then came for his. As he raised
himself, one-handed, the cock sucking started on screen, the guy who'd been
jacking the other kneeling between his legs and going to town on his cock.
Having gotten the boys beyond most of their physical and mental
encumbrances, Mary again got out of the way, settling on a chair arm and
watching the two sex shows, live and on video. Mary discovered she could
appreciate gay sex for what it was -- a sex act -- without getting wrapped
around the axle over the nature of the cast. Horny, she slid a hand under
her nightie and began working her clit.
Stick figured he had Teddy's cock going pretty good; it wasn't the
longest thing, but that gave him an opportunity to kinda wrap his hand
around the head at the top of the stroke. Teddy was doing some serious
groaning, so he must be doing something right...
If Teddy wasn't in Heaven, he was right next door! The way things
were going, he was going to shoot in the air and hit the ceiling in a
second... Stick's cock was long and hard and silky in his hand, and the
action on the screen was getting hotter and hotter...
Mary got up and came around back of the couch to take a look.
"That's... kind of different, Stick. Teddy seems to like it, too..."
"Yeh," Stick grinned.
Teddy was clearly hovering on the edge, and Stick wasn't going to do
anything about it at this point. Mary nodded at Teddy and murmured, "Mind
if I..."
"Uh, yeh, sure..."
Mary circled around front and pushed back the coffee table so she
could wedge herself in front of Teddy. Stick gave it one more stroke and
pulled his hand out.
Teddy had just a moment of unhappiness when Stick's hand departed
before Mary's warm wet mouth descended over his glans. "Oh, Lordy!
JEEEZZUUUUUSSSSS!!!!" Teddy stiffened and his eyes rolled up as his balls
let go. His hands settled in Mary's locks, pinning her, and he pulsed out
seed at a furious rate.
When it was over, Mary licked her lips and chuckled, "Couldn't let
it go to waste..." Teddy nodded, glassy-eyed, while Mary took over
masturbating Stick, something Teddy was momentarily too weak to do.
Stick chuckled. Maybe one day, when he was comfortable about all
this, sucking cock wouldn't give him the heebie-jeebies, but for now, he had
to nerve himself a bit. If Mary wanted to take the first load... Mary's
hand felt different on his cock, too -- maybe it was the angle. Yeh. It
WAS the angle -- and that thing she was doing with her thumb on the
underside of the head... Stick returned his attention to the flick. "Hey,
what's he doin?"
Teddy rolled up from his collapsed position and Mary turned around
to look. On screen, the suckee was sprawled boneless on the bench with his
legs splayed, obviously enjoying the sucker's work, which at this point
wasn't limited to his mouth. A close-up showed the finger he had working in
the other guy's ass...
"Prostate massage," Mary opined. "There's a gland in there that
controls how hard your dick gets. You can get at it from inside your ass --
it's on the front side. Great way to add a little something to a blowjob;
it's also why guys are one up on gals when it comes to getting anal sex."
"Uh huh." Stick's eyes were getting glassy. Teddy noticed, and
reminded everybody that this was a gay outing by leaning over and taking in
Stick's glans, which Mary surrendered immediately, sitting back to watch.
Stick hauled on Teddy's shoulders to make him join Mary on the floor; Mary
moved over to accommodate, but didn't leave. At this point, Stick was the
only one still watching the video; Teddy was hard at work (and doing
wonderfully), and Mary was watching closely while quelling the urge to
fondle Stick's balls. On screen, the suckee was obviously into his final
stages, both hands guiding the sucker's head while he hunched up in urgency.
Stick buried his hands in Teddy's curls, but he was doing fine -- no need to
drive him. The shot of the suckee painting the face of the sucker ALMOST
brought Stick along with him, but he managed somehow to maintain control.
But then Teddy started playing with his balls...
Mary stifled disappointment at Teddy's action, but this WAS a boys'
outing... Stick's eyes got round, which made him look like Buckwheat, the
kid on the old 'Little Rascals' serials she used to watch on cable (Mary
chuckled to herself -- better keep THAT piece of stereotyping to
herself...), and began to grunt urgently, ropy muscles straining against
each other while his cock surged in Teddy's mouth. Mary watched the pulse
on the underside of Stick's cock with every shot...
Teddy was taking it all. One thing had become certain when he'd
wrapped his mouth around Stick's cock -- it belonged there. Teddy just
enjoyed this, and it wasn't going away. Pussy was different; girls (well,
Mary, at least...) were wonderful, and pussy was just incredible to fuck and
a lot of fun to suck -- but this brought its own joy, too, and Teddy
couldn't see giving up either one for the other. There was this sense of
accomplishment when Stick hunched up and spunk started poring out of him...
With girls, you couldn't always tell -- oh, maybe you KNEW she got it, but
the exact moment wasn't clear. With a guy, you knew EXACTLY when he came,
because that was EXACTLY when he started to shoot...
Stick released Teddy's head and settled back, gasping; Supermouth
had done it again... Fucking was one thing, but if he was gonna get
sucked... Stick suddenly realized that maybe he wasn't being fair, here,
and the germ of an idea began to grow, but for now... "Come up here, you
two!" Stick moved to more or less the center of the couch, with Teddy
settling on his left and Mary on his right. He wrapped his arms around each
-- okay, Teddy was a guy, but, hey...
This was good with Teddy, and ALMOST as good with Mary, but she was
feeling some urgency, so she put her right foot on the seat, splaying
herself so she could get at her itchy clit. Stick's position was poor, but
he knew what she was doing; Teddy could (and did) get a better look by
draping himself across Stick's lap. Stick made shift to rub Teddy's back
while Teddy learned about female masturbation from an expert.
An avid audience merely added to Mary's arousal. She spread her
puffy outer lips with one hand to display her stubby pink clit as it peeked
out from under its hood under the attentions of her other hand. She altered
attacks on the nub with forays along the pink channel between there and her
vaginal opening to collect more moisture to work with and to attend to the
sensitive areas there.
Stick, dividing his attention between the video and the rather poor
view he was afforded of Mary's efforts, noticed that Mary was pinking up
nicely, a flush extending itself from her face into the contents of her
nightie; undoubtedly, it ran right down to her tits... Since she was in
close, leaning on him, he had the access if he worked it right... The angle
wasn't any too good while he was trying to get into the nightie top, but
once past the constriction caused by the fact that he didn't have two
elbows, collecting a nipple wasn't hard. Mary moaned while he worked it,
turning to suck on his neck.
Mary was developing a serious wiggle, and everybody ELSE had had
help getting off... Teddy extended a finger and took over operations at
Mary's vaginal opening, leaving her to get the most out of teasing her clit.
THAT took no time at all; Mary began to seriously hunch and jitter almost
immediately, and in a very few seconds, moaned, "OoooOOOOOOHH,
GAAAAAAWWWWDDD!!!! and virtually stood on the couch, pivoting on the foot
grounded there and the one on the floor to drive herself against Teddy's
finger while she pulsed and shuddered. In a moment, she collapsed back
against Stick's shoulder and ruffled Teddy's brown curls, sighing. Teddy
eyed her grinning, making a production of licking the finger before resuming
HIS position leaning against Stick's left side.
On screen, the video had moved on a bit. The original recipient was
now reciprocating, giving the other guy head while he stood, spraddle-
legged, and taking advantage of the slight squat to work a finger into HIS
ass. In a moment, he added a finger, and the standing guy's erection, which
had been somewhat lank, stiffened noticeably. "Howcum they're so limp? I
ain't limp when I get head..."
Mary leaned up and kissed him. "You don't do this a dozen times to
get it right for the video, either, Hon."
"Mebbe," Stick grunted, "but to ME, that's part of 'gettin' it
right'..."
Mary chuckled and leaned over to offer Teddy a kiss. Stick wasn't
sure he was ready to go THERE, but Teddy was getting another stiffie, so he
reached down to encourage it. Teddy liked this flick; there was no doubt of
it, and, well, it wasn't hurting Stick to watch it, either, he admitted to
himself. The blowjob had turned into a mouth-fuck; the standing guy had the
other by the head and was shoving it deep, moving urgently. Obviously, THIS
wouldn't last long...
It didn't; the guy backed off so you could see three or four squirts
go into the other's open mouth. But he continued to squat on the sucker's
fingers, so obviously, he was being milked in more than one way. In a
moment, the sucker stood, wrapping his arm around his partner's neck to
bring his head down to work on his somewhat resurrected erection, but it was
obvious that he had other things on his mind; he leaned over and re-inserted
his fingers in the other's rectum, more or less using the grip to drive him
onto his cock. 'One thing about gay flicks,' Stick reflected to himself,
'They ain't no nonsense!' If you didn't count moans and groans, there was
almost no dialog, and the action was non-stop. Teddy was getting seriously
hard again...
Teddy was more than hard; he'd divined what was next, and couldn't
wait -- and Stick had developed this action on his cock head while he jerked
him off that was positively maddening...
The expected action started; Mary picked it up out of the corner of
her eye while she leaned across to once more take oral possession of Teddy's
cock. Teddy groaned under the dual assault as Mary's mouth closed over his
glans and the standing male took advantage of his finger action to circle
around and begin inserting his saliva-wetted erection into the bent guy's
ass. The bent gay's (he HAD to be gay, right?) face turned red, but he
spread his feet more and squatted a bit, leaning on the bench with one hand
while starting to pull on his own cock with his other. The other guy took
his time, slowly working his cock into the resisting sphincter, adding spit
for lube at one point. When he was fully seated, he began working it
slowly, in and out, using short strokes to start. The action shifted to the
play of expression on the recipient's face, which started out clearly
uncomfortable, but eased noticeably after a bit and was replaced with that
look of intensity that Teddy recognized as someone chasing an orgasm;
obviously, the ass action wasn't interfering with the pleasure generated by
his hand work on his cock. Teddy moaned; between the video and Mary's lips,
Teddy was racing toward another cum despite the recent ball-draining; he was
getting SOOO much stimulation...
Stick's focus was more on the other end; obviously, the standing
fucker had loosened the other guy up, because he was starting to long-stroke
that ass... Stick remembered his recent run-in with Teddy's ass, which had
been pretty decent, all in all... He was rubbing Mary's broad back while
she leaned across him to service Teddy, but he was getting a bit of
stimulation from her side rubbing up and down against him as her mouth rose
and fell on Teddy's pecker. He got wedged in a crease, sorta, just below
her left tit... The fabric of her nightie was smooth and slick, and soon
wet with pre-cum. Unconsciously, he urged her a bit tighter to himself
while continuing the back rub.
Mary grinned to herself as she worked Teddy's fat glans; it was a
lot of fun to suck, being quite different than most. She'd detected the wet
spot, too, along her left tit -- maybe her rolls of fat had some use after
all...
On the screen, the men were hard at it, the standing one pounding
away in the bent one's ass while the bent one tugged on his erection, his
face showing various grimaces related to the action on both his cock and his
ass. The light changed; the camera panned to show the door opening and
another male -- a black guy -- standing there with a towel wrapped around
his waist. The black guy stood there a second, obviously surprised, then
shrugged and entered the sauna and dropped the towel. Coming around in
front of the engaged pair, he pumped an already rising erection a couple of
times and fed it to the bent gay, who had nowhere to go, anyway. The trio
shifted positions a bit, the now sandwiched gay turning and moving both
hands to the black man's hips for support as the black cupped his hand
behind his head to control penetration for the blowjob.
That did it for Teddy; his legs began to jitter and his eyes rolled
up as he whited out. Mary felt his cock head get impossibly larger and more
firm and backed off to wrap her lips over the very tip while working the
sensitive underside with her tongue in order to have space in her mouth to
take the flood. Teddy had big, heavy balls, and he came a LOT -- long
hosing squirts that Mary had learned that you prepare for, or else! -- and
this time, was no exception, by any means! Teddy held her head in place and
panted and groaned as he jetted several times into Mary's waiting mouth
before collapsing back again for the second time that evening. Stick
ruffled his curls, chuckling, as he settled against Stick's shoulder,
exhausted.
But Mary had stopped moving, and Stick had lost a source of
stimulation. Stick endured this for a moment, but when Mary pulled up, he
grunted, "You ain't done; git down there an' deal with this!" pushing her to
the floor. An idea occurred to Stick, and he nudged, Teddy. "You, too, Ted
-- I'm gonna get a comparison!" Teddy slid to the floor and knelt up next to
Mary, but Stick commanded Mary, "You start -- I've had it from him already!"
Mary shrugged and complied, leaning up and using her tongue on the
underside of Stick's long erection. After teasing the sensitive underside
for a moment, she slid her lips down over his glans, producing a groan of
pleasure, followed by a hiss as she began to bob over it, absorbing about
half of his length before retreating to the point where her lips just
covered the tip.
Stick took about a dozen of these strokes before grunting, "Okay,
switch!" Mary backed off and Teddy moved in to replace her, wrapping his
full lips over Stick's glans and sucking him in. The pair had different
methods; Mary relied upon tongue action -- which came and went as far as
sensation goes -- while Teddy was concerned with suction and making sure he
had a tight lip ring around Stick's shaft. There was tongue work, too, but
it operated behind that ring and tended to be in that really sensitive area
just behind the head of Stick's cock...
Mary watched avidly while Teddy worked; Stick's reactions told her
that she wasn't doing as well as her male competitor -- and it WAS a
competition, albeit friendly...
Stick took several more than a dozen strokes from Teddy before
gasping, "Okay, switch!" This time, when Mary moved in, he began tutoring:
"More lip -- keep 'em tight! Tongue is nice, but you gotta concentrate on
sensitive spots, like jus' at the base of the head... Aaahhh! Yeah,
there...." Mary discovered that a flat tongue swipe there substituted for
lip action. Stick let this go on for about a minute, wondering vaguely how
in the Hell he was keeping his jizz in his balls, before ordering a
rotation: "Okay, Ted's turn..." Teddy went to work and his ability to
maintain control allowed Stick to make suggestions to him, too: "Easy, Man!
You ain't killin' rats, here! Slower is better! You get goin' too fast and
ya can't control me bashin' inta things -- like teeth!" Teddy backed off
and soon jizz was starting to boil again in Stick's balls. "Awright," he
grunted, "I'm not gonna look ta see, now; ya'll share..." Teddy backed off,
allowing Stick to get some control while they got organized.
Mary piped up, "Slide down a little, Honey, so we have more to work
with." Stick obliged, parking his ass on the edge of the cushion and
slouching back, legs spread wide so the pair could work. He turned his
attention deliberately back to the video, so he didn't know which of them
started licking his balls (Mary), and which one was gently jacking him while
whirling a tongue around the head of his cock (Teddy). What he DID know was
that another cum was on the way...
Teddy nudged Mary, motioning at Stick's ass and sticking out his
tongue, obviously promoting the idea of a rim job. Mary grinned, but dared
Teddy to take the lead with a nod and an evil grin. Teddy shrugged and
surrendered the business end of Stick's cock to Mary, who had to raise up as
Teddy worked himself underneath to get at Stick's anus.
Stick's eyes bulged with the first contact of Teddy's tongue on his
back bud. He'd been intent on the video, which looked to be building to a
triple climax, only noticing a quick, swap-out-type delay that gave him a
momentary respite from sensation before Mary attacked his glans and Teddy
attacked his asshole. The feel of it was amazing! Incredible! If they
kept THIS up long, he was a goner! His attention narrowed to a tunnel with
the video at the end while he absorbed the sensations on his cock, balls and
ass...
Mary kept up her end, working Stick's glans with her lips while
wiping the flat of her tongue along the sensitive underside. That would
have been enough, frankly, but Teddy was working his stiffened tongue into
Stick's ass, the sensations overriding his natural instinct to clench and
keep it out. The tongue made a fine invader, soft, strong, wet, supple; it
was virtually impossible to lock out. And it was freakin' weirdly
pleasant... Stick was bothered by this, somewhere in his hindbrain, but he
was watching some guy get his ass pounded by dick -- a tongue didn't seem
any too incredible... The two sets of sensations played off of one another
making BOTH more pleasant...
Mary nudged Teddy and he backed off, but she mimed sticking her
finger up Stick's ass and wiggling it. Teddy offered to let her do it, but
she shook her head fractionally (all she was capable of while continuing to
work Stick's glans), pointing out her fake nails. Teddy scratched his head
and looked dubious, then dove back in to work some more on Stick's
sphincter, softening it up for the invasion.
Stick detected the pause; the loss of sensation in his ass left him
feeling a bit empty there, which bothered him again, somehow, but he was
still watching the dick sandwich on TV, which had aroused him well past the
point of homophobia. Then Teddy was back, driving deep, opening him up.
Stick hoped vaguely that it didn't taste too bad, but he wasn't worried
about it -- such things were on the shelf at this point. Teddy's tongue
felt about a foot long at this point; he was really digging for gold... The
on-screen action shifted to a shot over the shoulder of the guy plowing
behind, and it was easy to imagine...
Teddy backed off, wet his index finger and inserted it, palm up.
Stick's ass, used to tongue recognized a different invader but was too late
to resist successfully. Stick grunted as the ass plowing seemed to get 'way
too real, but then...
... On screen, the guy in the middle started painting the floor of
the sauna with spunk, while apparently trying to swallow the black guy
whole. The look on the face of the guy in his ass said that things were
happening there, too...
...And Teddy started rubbing his finger on some spot in Stick's
insides through his guts! Suddenly, Stick felt this TREMENDOUS urgency, and
his cock went diamond hard! "AAWWWWW!!! HOOOO LEEEEE
SSSSSHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTT!!!!!!" Stick surged up and his cock started
literally firing spunk against the back of Mary's throat! Mary's eyes
popped, and she waved urgently to Teddy to take over. Teddy lurched up and
Mary took one on the collar bone as the pair switched places so Mary could
fall to her left, coughing from the surprising impacts of the sticky goo on
the back of her throat.
That was the only shot that got missed; Teddy was prepared and Stick
was winding down a bit when Teddy captured his glans in his lips -- but he
still shot several more times before beginning to merely dribble under the
impetus of Teddy's twitching finger. As soon as he had some kind of
control, he reached down and pushed Teddy's hand away in reflexive denial,
"Get that outta there!" As soon as the finger was out, though, he flopped
back, boneless, and gasped, "Whose fuckin' idea was that?"
"Mine," Mary simpered, eyes alight. "Don't tell us you didn't like
it..."
"Well..." The more he hung out with this pair, the more he looked
like queer bait. What the fuck?
"Oh, Stick, settle down. It’s not the end of the world that you got
off on having your prostate played with -- hookers do it all the time!" Mary
chided.
"Oh." Stick looked sheepish. "Well, it was REAL new to me, an' I
was watchin' that..." On screen, the erstwhile center of the sandwich was
collapsed on the bench, cum oozing from his ass, while the guy that did it,
cock still dripping, was being penetrated in the ass by the black guy.
Teddy looked at the scene over his shoulder. "Looks like I missed a
lot; can we replay it, sometime?"
"Sure, Hon," Marry patted him on the leg. "Any time you like. And
you can use any hole you like while you watch..." As she said this, the
recently ridden male rolled to his knees and ducked under his rider -- now
being ridden himself -- and began nursing on his slowly shrinking cock.
Stick, drifting in a post-orgasmic haze, began thinking about making
another comparison... They both had asses, didn't they? But that'd be
messy, almost by definition -- and if he went from one to the other and back
he might give one or both something from the other... There had to be a
way; rubbers wouldn't work, because they'd only protect him... No, his cock
had to be cleaned, between... A tub of water and a rag? Nah, too much
trouble -- an' it'd probably take five minutes... Waitaminnit! Baby wipes?
Yeah! That oughta work! Of course, that put things off for another time...
THAT didn't seem to matter, given the state of things. "C'mere, you two!"
Mary and Teddy got up and settled beside him and for now, all was well with
the world...
--------------------
If Bianca expected to relax that Friday evening, she was
disappointed. Mister Jason walked through the door at six o'clock, making
it very clear that he owned the place. Bianca got the look in his eye at a
single glance and erupted, "Mama! Your Master's here!"
Inez boiled out of the bedroom like she was being chased by furies;
Mister Jason stopped her with a glance. "Get naked and crawl over here."
Inez started shucking while Mister Jason pulled his belt out of his pants.
Mama was fast; Bianca shifted her eyes from Mister Jason as the belt came
free -- and Mama was already crawling toward him on her hands and knees.
Bianca sidled toward the door. "I... think I'll go check on the
Wench."
"You do that," Mister Jason returned blandly while collecting a
handful of her mother's hair, "I think Charles has her in the playroom,
training." Bianca got out of there -- but not before hearing the first belt
strike and the muffled shriek that went with it.
Jason pinned Inez's head between his knees and lashed her exposed
ass with the belt until it was cherry red. Several strikes went along the
crack and no doubt struck the bitch's cunt, given the way she leaped and
screamed, but so what? It'd teach the idiot cunt not to get pregnant...
Jason had spent all day nerving himself for this confrontation; violence was
a normal part of his stock in trade, and he was generally lethal at the
flick of a switch but Inez brought out his playful side and he found it
difficult to subject her to more than recreational pain. That in itself was
more than embarrassing; Armand had clearly detected this and was just as
clearly amused by it. Still, he WOULD have control, and he WOULD have
obedience, and it WOULD be perfect, by God! Therefore, an object lesson was
required, despite Inez's current perfect deportment.
Inez got it -- her ass stung like it was under attack by a thousand
bees! At some point early on, screaming was no longer an option, so
muffling them had ceased to be an issue. She'd lost her breath and been
able only to moan and whimper. When Master let her up, there was no
settling back on her ass -- it was just unthinkable! She backed up, still
on all fours, and eyed him through the distortion of her tears. "M-Master?
I did something wrong?"
Jason stared back, hard-eyed. "I need have no reason to do that.
Be thankful I DIDN'T have one!"
Inez dropped her eyes. "Yes, Master." No reason! Dios mio!
Jason walked over and plopped in the armchair. "Come here, and get
me out of my things. You can soak my cock for a while... I think I'll
sleep here tonight; you've changed the sheets since Armand rid you of that
fool of a husband of yours?"
"Yes, Master!"
"Good -- I don't EVER want to feel that I'm getting sloppy seconds
from him in ANY WAY -- do you understand?"
"Yes, Master!"
Gingerly, Inez knelt up and worked her Master's zipper, then pulled
off his pants and his undershorts while he raised himself. "What happened
to the braids?" Jason grunted.
"I... took them out, Master." Inez fairly cowered.
"Well... I guess a handful is as good for control purposes and it
looks better down..." Jason suited actions to words, dragging her forward
so that his erection rubbed her face. "Suck it in and give it a good
soak..."
Inez enveloped her Master's cock and began moving it in and out.
Jason locked her down by his grip on her hair, grunting, "No! No blowjob!
Just hold it in your mouth until I tell you different!" Inez did as she was
told, and Jason took advantage of the fact that her breasts rested on his
thighs by torturing her left nipple. "Maybe I'll watch TV..." He engaged
her eyes, "You're a receptacle for my seed; apparently, on occasion, you
will swell with it. I may not have my way in the matter of THIS one, but it
will be TOTALLY up to me whether you have others! Do you understand, you
little bitch?" Inez nodded fractionally, eyes locked on those of her
Master. "I may put you on the Pill, and I may have your tubes tied -- and
the Pope has NO SAY IN THIS! Do you understand?" Another nod. "Good!
Because I warn you -- if you become pregnant AGAIN without my EXPRESS
permission, I'll stick a violet wand up your twat and fry your insides with
it until you CANNOT bear children! Do you understand?"
Inez didn't know what a violet wand was -- and didn't want to!
Whatever it was, it sounded very painful! The Pope would turn his face away
from her, anyway... She gave a third fractional nod.
Jason continued to squeeze and twist her left nipple, causing her
serious pain. But there was a pleasurable undercurrent... This continued
for a minute or two, while Inez slowly drifted toward the idea that if her
Master used her now, it might be pleasant, before Jason grunted, "Get up,
Bitch, and go get me a beer! Do you drink that slop you were storing for
your husband?"
"Si. Yes, Master."
"Hmph. Well, it's ethnic. Get me a bottle count. You're not to
use alcohol without my permission -- I won't have you producing idiot
children with MY sperm!" He thought a moment. "Does Bianca drink it?"
"No, Master."
"Then remove it from the refrigerator and store it somewhere. I
want no temptations. And I STILL want a bottle count! Not right now,
though; go get me a beer from the kitchen -- you know what I want. Tell
Velma that I have you and not to call until it is time to serve. Go! Run,
or I'll strap your fat ass AGAIN!"
Inez again found herself buck naked in the hallway -- but this time,
she didn't let it stop her; her ass stung too much.
--------------------
Bianca found the Wench and Mister Charles in the playroom; Mister
Charles was fitting the Wench with a weird looking head harness. The Wench
looked somewhat less than her usual serene self... "Hi! What's going on?"
"Ah! There you are! Right on time, too!" Mister Charles said
pleasantly. "The Wench developed a runaway mouth yesterday; Mr. Wilson
mentioned it to me, so no doubt he expects me to take some action. So I'm
rigging up something new and special for our slut, here..." He unbuckled
the contraption and removed it from the Wench's head, then disassembled it
into two pieces. "This," he announced, holding up the harness, "is commonly
known as a ring gag. The metal ring is held between the teeth to keep the
mouth open, something which can assure a blowjob from the most recalcitrant
wearer. And this," he held up something that Bianca recognized, but had no
name for, "is a rather large, 'anatomically correct', rubber dildo, about
nine inches long, if you don't count the fake balls. There is such a thing
as a 'penis gag', but as far as I've been able to tell, it's not adjustable.
So we're going to make our own, and custom fit it to 'Big Mouth', here..."
With some effort, he threaded the dildo back through the ring; obviously, it
was a tight fit, particularly the fat head.
Bianca glanced at the Wench, who was about as uneasy as she'd ever
seen her; apparently this was more fiendish than it sounded. But the Wench
wasn't moving -- she was knelt up with her hands on her thighs, waiting.
"Here," Mister Charles grunted at the Wench, tossing the gag to the Wench,
who caught it reflexively, "put this on. I'll buckle it when you've gotten
it started." Turning to Bianca, he said, "You're just in time. We're going
to experiment with different depths; you can use this felt tip and make
marks on the dildo."
"Yessir." Bianca took the proffered marker and opened it, turning
toward the Wench, who was sitting there with the harness on already, a look
of resignation on her face detectable even with the fat head of the fake
cock in her mouth.
Mister Charles stepped behind her to tighten the head harness, but
wasn't pleased with the effect when he stepped back around front. "Damned
ring is fine for holding the dildo, but I don't want it between her teeth.
Hmmmm. Keep an eye on things." He walked off, leaving the pair sitting
there.
In a few minutes, he was back, with a pair of scissors and a two-
liter plastic soda bottle. In seconds, he cut a chunk out of the sidewall
of the bottle. After that, he removed the makeshift gag and, using the ring
as a template, made a hole in the chunk of plastic, leaving four short tabs
that extended through the ring and along the dildo when the dildo was
reinserted (a process that was not completed without difficulty). Some
custom trimming was required to keep from cutting the Wench's nose, too, but
the end result kept the ring from entering her mouth while giving a clear
view of her distorted lips wrapped around the rubber cock. "All right,
then," he announced, "it's time to proceed with test fitting." With that,
he proceeded to slowly push the dildo into the Wench's mouth. The process
was exceedingly slow, and Bianca was subjected to a few gringo swear words,
as the tabs of bottle plastic tended to oppose all forward movement even
worse than the ring did. The Wench, for her part, suffered and drooled, her
eyes getting bigger and bigger as Mister Charles forced the rubber cock
deeper into her mouth. Finally, the Wench started gurgling and
hyperventilating, breaking position and visibly pleading, so Mister Charles
let up, saying, "Okay, Bianca, mark that; we'll see how she handles it.
We'll know pretty quick if it's too far..."
Bianca did as she was told, marking a small line along the outer
edge of the ring between two tabs of the plastic bottle face-piece. The
Wench was visibly sweating, and on impulse, Bianca felt her stomach. "It's
hard as a rock!"
Charles reached out and shook the Wench's shoulders, "Breathe
through your nose!" The Wench tried, visibly, but she was caught in a cycle
of more and more forceful surges of her stomach. In moments, vomit poured
around the dildo to splash down the plastic and pour out below the gag.
Charles rushed immediately around and undid the harness, snatching it off so
the Wench wouldn't inhale the mess and the Wench spewed everywhere the
moment it came free. "Bianca?" Charles took in the mess with his eyes, and
Bianca took off to get cleaning materials -- it seemed like she was always
cleaning up the Wench's spit or vomit. Well, at least it wasn't pee or crap
-- THAT hadn't happened, although it had been pretty much advertised.
When Bianca returned with a bucket and sponge, rags and towels, the
Wench was crying. "I’m sorry, Sir!" she wailed.
Charles was rubbing his chin, thoughtful. "I'd hoped to get it into
your throat -- override your gag reflex..."
"It's not like a cock, Sir!" the Wench sniffled, "I doesn't feel
like one and it doesn't taste like one -- and it's too floppy... I can do a
cock, but this..."
"Floppy? Hmmmm..." Charles wandered out of the room with the thing
in his hand, wiping the vomit off with one of Bianca's rags.
"Are you okay?" Bianca asked.
"Yeah, barely." The Wench shuddered. "If I'd been alone, the
damned thing would have killed me. Somehow, I have to make Sir
understand..." The pair talked desultorily while Bianca cleaned; the Wench
was in trouble because she'd gotten diarrhea of the mouth during Mister
Armand's daughter's first visit to the house the night before. "I started
talking out of school; now I'll be lucky to BREATHE, apparently..."
Charles was gone a full half-hour; when he returned, there was a
length of copper tubing sticking out of the contraption. "It's stiffer,
now," he announced, "and I was able to introduce a slight bend, making it
more anatomically correct. I also opened up the slit in the end of the
thing so we can introduce liquids through the tube..."
"Thank you, Sir?" The Wench's tone said she wasn't sure she should
be pleased.
"I've backed it off a bit," Mister Charles added, "And glued up
those damned tabs... The tubing gives a bit better control over insertion,
too, since it's glued in." He stepped up and inserted it in the Wench's
mouth, and went to work on the straps. "May need a quick-release..." The
Wench surged, and he popped her on the ass, "Settle down; you took more.
It's all in your head at this point." The Wench puffed, red-faced, for a
moment, then got control. "See?" The Wench subsided and nodded, warily.
"I think there is a position problem, too -- your throat isn't open enough.
Over on your hands and raise your head..." The Wench dropped forward.
"That should be better. Here we go, then..." He stepped forward, and
grabbing the end of the tube and the back of the Wench's head, began
pressing the artificial penis in deeper. The Wench uttered a muffled wail
and grabbed his leg, holding it, but otherwise suffered the action. In a
moment, it was clear that making noise wasn't possible; the Wench was
puffing raggedly through her nose, and that was about it. Charles nodded
satisfaction. "We're a bit beyond last time; are you okay?"
The Wench was beet red and her lungs were puffing like a bellows,
but she wasn't trying to vomit. "We're going to give it a few minutes,"
Charles announced, "and see if you manage to settle down." Then he
proceeded to sit in a chair and observe the Wench as she strove to deal with
the intrusion.
For the Wench, the lesson had been brought home with a vengeance!
The first horrible penetration had hung there, flopping, on the edge of her
throat, and was in the perfect position to be intolerable. She couldn't
have controlled her gag reflex to save her life - and any inattention on
Sir's part would have caused her to lose it! This time, at least the thing
didn't flop around; although it still tasted nasty, it FELT more like a real
cock -- a solid core wrapped in something more forgiving. And the depth --
well, deeper was actually better, because it got past the trigger point --
but it DAMNED sure wasn't FUN! Slowly, she learned to breathe around it --
maybe even breathe THROUGH it...
Charles caught this last, though, and produced a plastic cap that
covered the end of the tube. This made things even less pleasant for the
Wench, but she'd gotten used to it to the point that the additional
discomfort could be dealt with. Misery, though, was her middle name. The
trio settled back to see how long-term survivability was.
--------------------
Jason was pretending to watch television, and drinking a beer -- one
of his tall Killian's. Inez was back in position, on her knees before him
with his cock in her mouth. Velma had vented one of her rumbling chuckles
at Inez's nude arrival and stammering excuse that she would be occupied
until serving time, rumbling, "Yo' bettah make him happy, quick, Honey, or
yo' ass won' be good fo' nothin'!" The hand NOT holding the glass was
buried in Inez's thick hair, toying with it; for Inez, the position wasn't
comfortable (her knees hurt) but at least it wasn't sitting. Jason took
another sip, and felt the beginnings of the unannounced point of the
exercise. "I have to piss," he announced. "Swallow every drop, or you
won't sit for a week!"
Inez was galvanized. He wouldn't!
He did. Almost immediately, a slow trickle began. Inez tried to
escape, but he had her by the hair; tears poured as she struggled to swallow
the vile stuff. It went on and on and on... Inez was a broken thing by the
end of it. Her place was clear to her, but she knew her Master would find a
way to make things worse... Finally, she finished and lay there across his
lap, still nursing his cock, but sobbing openly around it.
Armand found them like that. "Jason, come with me, please," he
announced himself at the door.
Jason lifted Inez from his lap and went for his trousers, directing,
"Go and rinse your mouth with something -- I may want to use it for
something else, later." This was bravado, after a fashion; Jason had NO
IDEA what Armand was up to, and he was more than a little concerned... If
Armand had decided that he'd exceeded himself with Inez in some way...
Armand couldn't have cared less. He'd missed the Jason and Inez
show, being more concerned with something else... "We're going to the
playroom."
"Ah." Jason was mildly perplexed, but Armand filled him in en
route.
"The Wench irritated me mildly last night with her loose tongue. I
mentioned it to Charles, and he has justified my confidence in him," Armand
announced.
Jason nodded. This wasn't necessarily good news; Jason had expected
Charles to be inadequately ruthless and controlling to make a good Overseer,
allowing him to remove the recently created little slave empire as a thorn
in his side. Apparently, things weren't going his way...
The Wench was the first to discover her Master's arrival. She tried
to kneel up, but it brought him out of her line of vision. Charles and
Bianca discovered Armand's presence when he directed, "Stay as you are,
Wench!" Both rose to their feet.
Armand circled around to examine Charles's invention from the side,
and removed the cap from the end of the tubing. "This is impressive,
Charles," he mused. "An incredible amount of invention on short notice.
Bring me the turkey baster full of water," he directed Bianca.
While they were waiting, Armand educated Jason, "This is an
adjustable variant of the penis gag. The dildo may be moved to various
depths, to the point of lodging it in the throat, as it is with the Wench,
here." He rubbed the Wench's back, something she might have enjoyed,
normally, but at this point, anticipation of what was coming next had her
rigid. "When the Wench complained that the rubber dildo was an issue
because of its flexibility, Charles took the thing two steps further,
employing a copper tube to both give the thing a slight bend and to create a
means of introducing fluids into the victim's mouth, or directly down the
throat to her stomach."
Bianca returned with the baster, grimacing in apology as she handed
it to Armand, who immediately put it to use. The Wench, helpless, felt the
cool liquid pour down her open throat. "I'm sure applications for this will
come to mind," Armand noted, replacing the cap. "I merely wanted to conduct
a test, but you could certainly ratchet up the anticipation... You wouldn't
have to use water, either. Castor oil comes to mind..." Turning to
Charles, he admonished, "A long period with this in the throat is
inadvisable, though, Charles. It could easily result in suffocation. Back
it off any time she's not being actively watched."
"Yes, Sir." Certainly Mr. Wilson had a lot more experience in these
things...
"Most impressive, Charles. Keep up the good work." Armand left,
drawing Jason along with him. Moments later, he released Jason at Inez's
door and swept on, grinning to himself at Jason's admittedly small show of
irritation over the incident.