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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 50 of 53
Universe: The Pact
Summary: In the summer between their Junior and Senior years of high school
three young men make a pact to handle their sexual supply problems by
seducing each other's mothers.
Content: Mf mmM ir reluc oral anal mast blackmail voy humil

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 50

        Friday morning, Rick and Teela met Lon and Sally about a block from
the construction site.  "Ready?" Lon asked Sally.

        "Yes.  Teela is going in with me," Sally replied.

        "Cool."  Lon nodded, while Rick looked aggrieved but let it pass.
"Toby's at the house already, in case this guy gets in a hurry -- but I'll
be following as fast as possible."

        "Why don't I cover things here, and you can bail and get there in
advance?" Rick suggested.

        Lon thought about it.  "I dunno..."

        "Teela's here, too," Rick insisted.  "We can get her out, if it
needs doing.  I'll call with updates, and we'll follow him.  It'll be okay."

        Lon squelched a vision of Fred hauling Sally off somewhere unplanned
and fucking her -- at least -- and nodded, sighing.  "Okay."

        The girls went in.  Sally, if anything, presented a more risqué
picture than Teela, largely because she had more in the way of assets --
especially in the way of breasts.  The skirt they put her in was pleated and
incredibly short, and the cropped tank top nearly displayed her nipples from
above and exposed the swell of the lower surfaces from below to anyone not
above them.  It was a 'fuck me' outfit for certain, and when Teela stuck her
head in the door of the building and said brightly, "Hi, guys!  I brought a
friend!" all work came to a halt.  Everyone dropped what they were doing and
rushed over to where Teela was holding court.  "This is my friend Mary," she
announced, by way of introduction.  Everyone crowded in to meet the new
girl.

        Sally started things with Fred by the simple expedient of licking
her lips when introduced -- something Teela had suggested.  Fred was all
over it; this big bitch wanted a taste of his black dick, and she was damn
sure gonna get it!

        Teela spent the next twenty minutes running interference for Sally
-- distracting the others one way or another so that Fred could monopolize
her.  Rick wouldn't have approved, had he been watching; Teela would insert
herself between Sally and one of Fred's competitors physically, in a way
that got her lots of attention.  It was one thing to get a look or a word in
edgewise with the big bitch -- and quite another to get a handful of the
little one's ass cheek or a handful of tit!  It never lasted long, because
Teela had five men to distract, but it would last long enough for the target
to decide that a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush...

        Meanwhile, Fred gave Sally the grand tour.  Teela's antics
encouraged him to get familiar fast with Sally; by the time they were
looking at the ceiling details on the ladder, Fred had his hard hands
sliding along Sally's inner thighs.  Sally let it ride; in fact, she smiled
down at him -- and that put the whole thing in the bag.  Emboldened, Fred
ran his hand up under Sally's abbreviated top to collect a handful of tit-
flesh on the way down -- and that got him a second smile, after which Fred
was glued to her -- with a hand somewhere it shouldn't be almost constantly.

        Ten minutes later, when Sally batted her eyes at Fred and asked
innocently, "You don't think you could give me a ride home, do you?" Fred
was all over it.

        "Why sure, Sweet Thang!  I'll be back in a while boys -- don't wait
up!" he grinned at the others.  One huge hand firmly planted on her bare
ass, he walked Sally out to his pickup.  "Where to?" he asked.

        "Why, home, of course, Silly!" Sally replied.  "I've got the place
all to myself..."

        Teela waited until Sally and Fred were in the parking lot before
disengaging herself from Rico's grasp and bolting for the door, screeching,
"I can't BELIEVE she just left me!"  Rick wheeled up out front and picked
her up -- which SHOULD have clued the others in that there was a scam
running, but apparently didn't.  Rick got on the phone to Lon, "They're
headed the right direction -- I'll let you know if things change..."

        But they didn't.  Sally's hand on his cock through his jeans had
Fred thinking about nothing but where he was going to be putting it in a few
minutes -- this bitch's juicy pussy!  He paid only enough attention where he
was going to avoid being run over; when they pulled into Beth's driveway, he
had virtually no idea how he'd gotten there.  It wasn't important; he'd
puzzle it out when he left this bitch freshly fucked on her bed.

        Sally was having a blast -- which made her responses genuine.  She'd
never exercised this kind of power over a male -- and she couldn't believe
that he was sucking up all of her obvious ploys and looking for more!
"C'mon -- we'll go in my mother's room!" she caroled, leading Fred by the
hand.  "She won't be home for HOURS!"

        Once in Beth's room, Sally flipped her top over her head.  "You
gotta get out of those jeans if we're gonna do anything!  Ooo!  Nice
muscles!"  Stepping out of her skirt, she added, "I look okay for seventeen,
don't you think?"

        "Baby, you look good for ANY age!" Fred growled, working his way out
of his jeans.

        "Gotcha!" Lon hissed, watching the byplay on the monitor in Toby's
room..

        Sally did what she was supposed to do next, going for the towels.
Fred turned to watch her, licking his thick lips -- and Toby and Lon got a
clear shot of his face.  "Okay, we have the basics," Toby whispered.  "Once
he sticks it to her..."

        "...We move on to Phase Two," Lon hissed.  He stood and started
collecting their gear.

        "Keep it together, Man," Toby warned.  "You get mad, you'll make
mistakes and things will fall apart.  This is about getting even..."

        Sally backed herself onto the bed and waved Fred forward.  'Bitch is
in a serious hurry to get her twat poked!' Fred thought and he crawled up
onto the bed.  'No pussy fingering or cock sucking -- just feed me that
dick...'

        The position was perfect; they had all of the basics as Fred slid
himself between Sally's legs and nosed his cock into her cunt.  Sally had no
trouble with him -- he was about Lon's size, anyway -- and she WAS hot from
all the warm-up.  Now it was time to see how long she had to fuck this guy
before Lon and Toby got there...

        The answer was 'not long'.  The boys were already partially prepared
and as soon as Fred was buried in Sally and flexing his muscular ass to
drive his cock into her, they started stealthily moving into position.

        Fred's first inkling that he was in trouble was the ominous triple-
click that thus far he had only heard on television -- and the feel of
something cold and cylindrical at the base of his neck.  "Hey, Lover Boy --
don't you ask permission before you fuck somebody else's woman?"

        'SHIT!'  "Hey, I didn't know, Dude..."  Fred started to turn his
head.

"Hold still, Man!" The voice behind him grated, "I REALLY don't want to mess
up my chick with your brains!"

        "Sure, sure!  Okay, okay!" Fred placated, totally freaked.

        "You cool out, Man, and maybe I won't have to do anything rash!" Lon
grated.

        The gun was a starter's pistol -- something Lon had used in training
to get used to its use when starting races.  Fred wasn't in any serious
danger -- but then he didn't know that...

        "Give me your left arm, real slow," Lon directed.  "Just so you
know, there's more than just me, here, so don't get stupid."

        "Okay, cool..."  Fred balanced himself on one arm, putting his other
behind him.  One dude he might be able to deal with, but two?  He was in
deep shit...

        Toby clicked a handcuff on it, then announced himself by directing,
"Now the other hand.  Go ahead and drape yourself on um, Mary's tits..."

        "Eyes straight ahead!" Lon prompted, maintaining contact between the
pistol's muzzle and Fred's neck.

        "Shit," Fred whined, disgusted, eyeing Sally from between her
breasts, "Why the fuck didn't you warn me 'bout THIS shit?"

        Sally opened her mouth, but she couldn't think of anything in
character to say; Lon rescued her by chuckling, "Would it have made any
difference?"  The cuffs applied, Lon pulled Fred up and back by his linked
arms while Toby pulled a leather hood over Fred's head and laced it up.  The
hood was similar to the ones that he and Lon were wearing -- fetish items
that Toby's father had acquired for use while abusing Beth -- except that it
was accessorized with a leather blindfold that snapped over the eyeholes.
Waving Sally off the bed, he taunted Fred, "Jeez, Lover Boy, what happened
to your meat?"  When Fred failed to respond, Lon prodded him, "I'm looking
for an answer..."

        "Something 'bout guns, I guess," Fred replied shakily.  Fred was
well and truly fucked -- and he knew it.  His hands were out of action; even
if he managed to kick the shit out of one of them, there were two -- not
counting Mary -- and he couldn't see a damned thing.  The hood wasn't any
simple blindfold, either; he'd never get it off...

        "Well, too bad, I guess you didn't get a nut..."  Lon obviously
didn't REALLY feel very solicitous.  "I don't see any rubber...  Mary, Lover
Boy didn't use a rubber?"

        "Uh, no..."  Sally wasn't really prepared for this.

        "So you didn't give a shit whether she got pregnant, did you, Lover
Boy?  And I don't know whether you've got some nasty STD that you just gave
my woman, either!"  He swatted Fred upside his head.  "You don't have any
manners at all, do you?"

        "Uhhh, I'm clean!" Fred howled.

        "Huh!  Maybe!" Lon grunted, laying the pistol aside.  "Do I believe
you?"  Actually, it WAS an open question...  "Now I can't fuck my woman
until she sees a doctor and he takes a bunch of tests...  You've deprived me
of a fuck hole, Lover Boy -- what are you gonna do about it?"

        "I'll, uh, pay..." Fred was trying to figure out how to worm his way
out of this one.  He'd fucked up royally, and he was in deep shit...

        "That's for DAMN sure!" Lon roared.  Turning to Sally, he asked,
"Did he shoot in you?"

        "No..."

        "So, all this trouble and you didn't even get to cum..."  Lon shook
his head, mostly for Toby's cameras -- including the movie camera that Toby
was now wielding.  "I'll have to think about that, I guess..."  He pondered
theatrically.  "In the meantime, I've got a hard dick and no fuck holes..."

        Sally was following Toby's gestures and piling up pillows the way
they had been in practice the day before when Lon shocked her with, "I think
you owe me a fuck, Lover Boy -- don't you?"

        "What?"  It was too bad the others couldn't see them; Fred's eyes
bugged.  "Awww, FUCK!  NO!"

        Sally's eyes popped, too!  The guys were gonna fuck Mr. Carter?
Really?

        "Maybe I'll settle for a suck..." Lon mused, circling around in
front of Fred, "but you're in the wrong position..."  Toby gave Fred a shove
and he fell forward onto the pillows.  "No, that's too far!  Get back up on
your knees, Lover Boy!  Now back up!"  Fred struggled back to his knees,
still flopped forward, and then backed until Toby's hand on his ass stopped
him.  Fear and surprise caused Fred to reverse directions, but Lon stopped
him, "No, that's good -- I've got you right where I want you.  What do you
think of that, Lover Boy?"

        Fred opened his mouth but nothing came out.  He was scared shitless.
The hand on his ass was rubbing it...

        Sally, realizing that she was superfluous for the moment, was
hopping from foot to foot; Toby waved her onto the bench in front of his
mother's make-up mirror.

        Meanwhile, Lon took advantage of Fred's distraction, stepping up and
plugging his erection into Fred's partially open mouth.  "Now THAT's
cooperation!" he approved.

        "Urk!"  Fred was taken totally by surprise; the thing was past his
lips and teeth before he had a shot at stopping it!

        Lon stopped with his glans in Fred's mouth, but before going any
deeper.  "It goes without saying that if you bite me, I'm gonna remove all
of your teeth with a steel pipe..." he cautioned.  "Let's see how you suck."

        Fred was stuck; there wasn't a damned thing he could do BUT suck, if
he wanted to keep his teeth - and maybe his life!  He tightened his lips
around the invading head of the head bastard's cock...

        "Yeah, that's it.  I bet you've done this before..." Lon taunted.
Sally snorted.  Lon shot her a glance, but returned his attention to Fred,
"Okay, let's move on to face-fucking."  He held Fred's head steady and began
to slide his cock in and out of Fred's captive mouth.

        Fred, humiliated, did what he had to do.  Yeah, he knew what he was
doing - for the basics, anyway.  And he'd practiced - recently.  This was a
lot more personal than a hole in the wall, but the principles were the
same...

        "Give me some tongue, there, Lover Boy.  Make it good, so I stop
being pissed off," Lon pressed.  Fred did as he was told.  "You got great
lips for this, you know, Lover Boy?  Nice..." Lon taunted.  He drove another
few strokes through those lips and into the mouth behind them, enjoying the
tongue action that Fred set up.  "You know, I had to bring my friend along,
too -- and now he's doing without.  I think you ought to do him, too, don't
you?"

        "Mmph!"  It was 'no', with a mouthful.

        Lon bore down, feeding more cock than he had to date into Fred's
mouth and back to his gullet.  "What was that?"

        "GAK!" Fred gagged.

        "Don't puke on me, Lover Boy!" Lon admonished, withdrawing.  "What
did you say?"

        "Please, Man!" Fred whined, trying to get his stomach back down
where it belonged.

        Lon fed him a length of cock before he could say more.  "Please
what?  Please let you do him?"  He went deep again, until Fred started to
surge and heave.  "Was that what you meant?"  He turned to Sally, "Go get a
bucket - this might take a while."

        "Uh," Fred grunted, struggling for control as the intruder in his
throat backed off.

        "Talk to me, Lover Boy..." Lon's voice held a note of warning.

        "Urgh...  Okay..." Fred grunted around his rising bile.

        "Okay, what?  Tell me what you want..." Lon pressed.

        "Okay!  I'll do him!" Fred gasped.

        "That's mighty kind of you," Lon murmured, mock-magnanimously.  He
slid his cock back between Fred's lips.  "Go ahead," he nodded to Toby,
"Grease him up!"

        Fred squealed, loudly, as the hand that had been rubbing his ass
started poking at his bunghole.  'Jeezus!  I didn't mean THAT!' his mind
flashed in horror.

        "Something wrong?" Lon asked, mock-solicitously, "You have a
question?"

        "Mmm!  Mmmm!  Yaggh!" Fred tried to talk around Lon's probe.  Lon,
of course, made that more difficult by jamming in additional length...

        Then Lon withdrew.  "Well?" He prompted.

        "I didn't mean... that..." Fred gasped.

        "Oh!" Lon made a melodramatic gesture that was going to look great
on camera, "We're imposing, Man!  Imagine that?"

        Toby just chuckled and probed Fred's ass with a lubricated finger.
This was more fun than anticipated - maybe he had a lot more of Pa in him
than he'd previously thought...  And Lon - Lon was AMAZING!  He chuckled
again, shaking his head.

        Lon was back to running his cock in and out of Fred's mouth.  "Tell
you what," he offered.  "I'll let you pick who opens your ass for business -
me or my friend, here.  You know what I've got, right?"  He powered in deep,
then backed off.  "Of course, you don't know what my friend has, but that
just makes it interesting...  What do you think?"

        Meanwhile, Toby's rubber-glove-covered index finger had penetrated
Fred to the palm, laying to rest the idea that he might get out of getting
his ass fucked.  Fred grunted in response to the wiggling finger as Lon
withdrew his cock to get his answer.  "Uuhhh..."

        "C'mon, we ain't got all day!  Want me to go around back?" Lon
pressed.

        'This dude is packing serious meat,' Fred thought.  "Uuh, him, I
guess..."

        Lon snorted.  "It's your funeral..." he added for Fred's benefit
while nodding to Toby.

        Toby added a second finger to the process of opening up Fred's
asshole.  Lon resumed fucking Fred's face, commenting, "I think the social
hour is over for a while.  Why don't you see if you can get a load from me?"
Sally came back with a dishpan from Beth's kitchen; Lon had her place it on
the floor between his legs.  "Hey, Lover Boy - you don't deep-throat, do
you?  Mary does, you know - too bad you missed that..."  He started jamming
his cock deeper into Fred's mouth.  "Mary, come over here and give Lover Boy
some pointers, will you?"

        Sally stood up and started trying to come up with something; Lon
started bashing Fred's tonsils with his erection.  "Um, well, you're in a
good position..." Sally muttered.  "I used to screw up because I didn't have
a straight shot..."

        Fred didn't know which end was up.  The bastard fucking his face was
going deep, gagging him -- and the dude behind him had his asshole in a
cramp from the two fingers sawing out of it.  On top of that, the silly cunt
that got him into this was delivering a lecture on deep throat...  Toby
withdrew the fingers and Fred, distracted, thought, 'Thank fucking God for
THAT...  JEEZUS CHRIST!!!'  He let out a wail as Toby's fat glans, rubber-
encased, probed his abused sphincter, "MOOOOOO!!!"

        Toby had his hands, though, and Lon had his head; Fred couldn't go
anywhere.  In fact, when he tried to lunge forward, it was onto Lon's cock.
Lon, grinning, pinned Fred's head and kept pushing -- and Fred howled as
cocks forced their way into him form both ends simultaneously.

        Toby's fat glans felt like a fist penetrating Fred's ass -- but
Lon's cock was gagging him to the point that in an unconscious effort at
self-preservation, Fred pushed back - and Toby popped through.  Fred howled
again and surged forward - but Toby was wedged inside, anyway, so all Fred
accomplished was another serious poke at his throat.  "Swallow!" Sally urged
helpfully, "Try not to gag!  Let it pass!"

        'Silly fucking cu--' Fred thought in a fine mix of distraction and
exasperation - but then there was a pop, and suddenly his throat was full!
He wanted nothing more than to be off the thing, though, and was relieved
when the bastard face-fucking him backed that ram of his back out...

        "Hey, congrats!" Lon chuckled, then fed Fred his cock again.  "Let's
go for two..."

        "Uurrk!" Fred tried to argue, but it did him no good; besides, he
was distracted by the rubber the dude who was reaming his ass was wearing
and the way it was trying to remove the inner ring of his asshole!  "Mmmooo!
Hegggllp!"

        Lon withdrew.  "What the fuck?"

        "My ass!" Fred panted.  "Lube, PLEEEASE!"

        "Hey, Man, you're starting a fire back there!" Lon told Toby.  "More
lube!"

        "Awright."  Toby poured some Glide on his rubber-encased cock and
smeared it around.  "Don't want it TOO slick..."

        Lon chuckled.  "He'll get plenty, anyway, there, Horse Dick."
Turning back to Fred, he taunted, "That better, there, Lover Boy?  Or should
I call you Boy Lover?"

        "Yes," got out of Fred's mouth before the second half of the taunt
hit home, and he hung his head, knowing what was coming.

        Lon didn't disappoint -- he jumped right on it.  "Okay, Boy Lover it
is...  Here, Boy Lover -- suck!"  And a cock passed Fred's lips -- again.

        The next few minutes were more or less without dialog -- Lon and
Toby probed Fred from both ends, and Fred made shift to endure it.  Lon kept
pushing him to deep-throat; Fred gagged and dribbled and salivated and was
otherwise distracted from the punishment that Toby was dealing his ass --
and Toby WAS punishing it, slamming his heavy cock into Fred's colon again
and again.

        After a bit, Lon got tired of abusing Fred and settled back for a
blowjob; relieved, Fred went to work trying to make it as good -- and as
quick -- as possible.  The tactic didn't take all that long to be effective;
in only a bit over a minute, Lon grunted, "Yeah!  Here it comes, Boy Lover!
Drink my cum!  Swallow it like the Boy Lover you are!"  Grunting, he pumped
until he was ready to shoot, then backed off a bit until only his glans was
seated between Fred's thick lips.  "Okay, open up -- I want to watch it
shoot in your mouth!"  He waved Sally over; at some point, Toby had given up
the video camera, having plenty of footage of his cock penetrating Fred's
ass.  Sally had taken over as the active cameraman, shifting back and forth
to get good shots of both ends.  Now, she focused on Lon's cock as it pulsed
on Fred's tongue, pouring semen into his open mouth.  "Okay, Boy Lover,
swallow!" Lon insisted, when his cum had stopped jetting from the tip of his
cock.  "Swallow, then clean me off!"

        Fred did as he was told, humiliated by the taunts -- but then, it
wasn't as if he hadn't swallowed a load before...  Hell, he liked it, didn't
he?  Dude didn't taste bad...  Fred suckled Lon's cock, cleaning it -- and
maintaining Lon's erection in the process.  "Was that okay?" Fred gasped as
Lon backed off.

        "Yeah, fine," Lon grunted.  "One more pass and I guess you'll be
paid up.  Dude!" Lon glanced up at his partner in crime.  "Quit beating the
shit out of it and get your nut so we can move on to Round Two!"

        "Awright."  Toby backed off on the impacts.  "He's getting loose."

        "Swat his ass, like you would a woman," Lon advised.  Then he turned
to Fred, "Lookie here, Boy Lover, up to now, my friend has been using a
rubber -- but if you'd like, I'm sure I can talk him into shooting his load
in your guts..."

        "N-no, that's o-okay..." Fred quavered.  He was thoroughly whipped.
Under other circumstances, he might have enjoyed this...  As the thought
flickered through his consciousness, he started to look for something to be
pleased about.

        "Suit yourself," Lon grunted.  "Want to suck some more?"  He rubbed
his cock on Fred's lips.

        "Okay."  Fred opened up and sucked in Lon's somewhat lank member.

        Toby chose that moment to give Fred his first swat on the ass; Fred
flinched, but it wasn't hard -- just surprising.  And Toby grunted, "Yeah,
that's it."  Things were moving more or less toward an unannounced Phase
Three -- one that only Toby had foreseen -- and that only vaguely.  Lon was
over his immediate anger, and Fred was thoroughly cowed -- and things were
happening in people's heads...

        Fred, for instance, had moved on to recreational sucking, more or
less without noticing it.  It was a comfort thing; the bastard who owned the
cock wasn't making demands, content to be bathed and tongued -- and that
allowed Fred to work it distractedly while he concentrated on his ass...

        Even that had lightened up; Fred didn't know whether the other dude
was a real donkey-dick or he was just someplace that hadn't been prepared
for it -- but now that the abuse was over, it was... tolerable...

        Sally, shifting positions with the video camera, picked it up first
and pointed it out silently to Lon; Fred's cock was growing, extending
itself and stiffening.  Lon grinned from ear to ear.  "Play with it," he
whispered.  "Get it on camera."  Sally nodded, and being careful to keep it
in the frame, reached out to fondle Fred's swelling cock.

        "Mmph!" Fred groaned as cool fingers started milking his erection --
bringing with them the realization that he HAD one!  Where did that hand
come from?  Oh, probably that silly bitch...

        "Like that?" Lon chuckled -- but he didn't follow up with a taunt.
Dimly, he realized that this might all work to his advantage...  He glanced
up at Toby, who was grinning.  Yeah, this might improve things...

        Meanwhile, Toby was approaching his peak.  "C'mon, fuck me -- you
know you want it!  Work that ass!"  He was getting excited; everyone was
turning the corner, and this was moving from some sort of BDSM flick to
straight gay action -- or bi, maybe -- whatever, it would be a LOT more
incriminating for Fred if he was caught liking it.  He popped Fred on the
ass again.  "I'm gonna shoot, soon..."

        Lon was being so undemanding at Fred's front end that Fred was able
to grunt, "Okay..."  He didn't even notice, such was his concentration on
his ass -- and his cock.  That milking hand had lit a fire -- and the more
gentle attack on his ass was stoking it as the big cock in his rectum nudged
his prostate rather than trying to bruise it.

        Lon grinned, and couldn't resist, "You SURE you don't want to feel
it?"

        "I..."  The world crashed in.  "No," Fred husked, humiliation
overwhelming him.  For a millisecond, before he remembered where he was, he
almost said yes -- and THAT was worse than any taunts that his captors had
abused him with!

        Toby frowned at Lon, but he was too close to stop, anyway.  With a
groan, he buried himself in Fred's abused rectum and emptied his cock into
the rubber.  All in all it would have been a lot more satisfying to shoot in
there...  Backing off, he peeled off the rubber and tossed it in the trash
-- they'd take that out later.  "That's Round One!" he announced.  "How you
doing?" he asked Fred, rubbing his ass.

        "Okay," Fred muttered in a dead voice.  Lon took a look; Fred's face
was wet below the mask, something which surprised and concerned him.
Abusing the shit out of the guy was getting to be less fun...

        Toby waved the other two silently into the hall, then down it to his
room.  "I think we can lighten up."

        "Big dude crying like that..." Lon grunted.

        "You rubbed his nose in it.  WE know he's into it, but he still had
illusions.  You kind of busted them," Toby advised, shrugging.  "He's better
off without.  Besides, I'm sure you can see the up-side."

        "I think so," Lon agreed.

        "I don't," Sally interjected.

        "If he lets go, we can get some footage that doesn't look like we're
forcing him.  Heck, we might get some where we're not, if he's totally
broken.  But it's a bit more risky..." Toby explained, adding, "Go watch him
-- we don't want him recovering his nerve.  Keep him off-balance.
Apologize.  Play with his dick.  We'll be right in."  Sally glanced at Lon
for confirmation, nodded, and left, and the two males made some calls about
how far they could go in Round Two.

        "Hey, I'm sorry," Sally said to Fred.  "I didn't expect this."  It
was true, as far as it went.

        "Well, it's pretty fucked up," Fred grunted, trying to get up the
energy to be mad.  "How far is this gonna go?"

        Sally leaned in and fingered Fred's cock.  "That's a beauty."

        "Thanks."  Compliments about his meat weren't Fred's top priority.

        "I think they're settling down some," Sally opined.  "If you don't
get stupid, you've probably seen the worst.  I think."

        "I'm pretty much fucked," Fred grunted.  "Nothin' to do but deal
with it."

        "You were, um, handling it pretty well toward the end weren't you?"
Sally asked gently.

        Fred slumped.  "Yeah."  Shit.  Even that silly cunt knew he was
getting into it...

        "Okay," Lon announced, entering the room, "We've decided that if you
can behave yourself, we don't have to get quite so harsh about Round Two."
He grinned at Sally, who was staring at him in surprise; both he and Toby
had removed their hoods.  "Maybe we can even see to it that you enjoy it a
little -- how's that sound?"

        "I..."  Fred hung his head.  "Why don't you just shoot me?"

        "Why?" Lon chuckled.  "Because we know?"

        "Yeah."

        "Well, it's not a criminal offense to like dick -- girls do.  And so
do some guys.  You got to quit being so hard on yourself," Lon counseled.

        "Dudes I hang with..." Fred began.

        "...Aren't here," Lon finished.  "Maybe you need to find new dudes."

        "Mebbe."

        "I'm thinking it will improve your quality of life if I remove these
cuffs," Lon said, flicking them.  "Of course, if you start something, you're
STILL blind as a bat and I can STILL ruin your whole day..."

        "I know," Fred muttered.

        Toby flicked a hunk of silk rope under the bed -- another bondage
item from Beth's bad old days.  Lon collected the near end.  "Here we go.
Just to keep you from getting ideas, we're going to use something that will
let you move some, but not get stupid.  Okay?"

        "Okay."  Fred suffered the removal of the cuffs and the application
of the rope bindings; there was no way he could have done anything much with
his arms anyway, after what they'd been through.  When it was over, he was
on all fours, and his arms worked, sort of.

        "This thing runs under the bed, so you're kind of limited," Lon
advised.  You might get in a punch with the room we've given you, but, well,
we've been over this before, right?"

        "Yeah."  Fuck, it was no time to get stupid...

        "Great!  Let the party begin!"

        Toby circled around front and rubbed his glans on Fred's lips; Fred
opened up and sucked it in.  Initially, Toby wasn't seriously aroused, but
as Fred worked on him, he realized that the cock he was dealing with was
bigger than its predecessor.

        The whole approach to this round was deceptively different; Fred had
limited use of his hands, and he wasn't being face-fucked, but rather
allowed to suck however he wanted, generally.  The basics were still there
-- he was still blind, and a captive -- but Fred was reminded of that
memorable day in the sauna.  Things hadn't been totally under his control
then, either...  He decided to ask, "This is..."

        "Bigger, yeah," Toby agreed.  "You blew the choice, I'm afraid."

        "Nice," Fred commented, then stopped dead and hung his head.  "Aw
fuck!"

        "Nobody here but us chickens," Lon chuckled, lubing his cock.
"Might as well let it all hang out."  He checked Fred's sphincter with a
finger; it was thoroughly lubed, allowing the finger to slip right through.
"I'm going in bareback," he announced.  "After all, it's what you did to
Mary.  Besides, you'll get to feel it."

        Fred nodded morosely.  'I'm a fuckin' faggot -- and they know it!'
he thought.  'Fuck.  Might as well...'  Carefully, he reached out with one
hand, questing for the cock in front of him.  He found a thigh and traced it
upward to a pair of heavy balls, then on to the shaft.  "Jeezus!"  This
thing had some serious length to it!  "You do porn flicks?" Fred asked,
jacking it.

        Toby laughed.  "No, but maybe I ought to check the want ads.  Truth
is, I'm a little guy -- everybody's always surprised..."

        "Wish I could see it..."  'Fuck!  What was I thinking?' Fred was
amazed at himself; he kept forgetting the downside to the situation!  Why?
Because it made it easier to cope?  Or because it was a unique...
opportunity?

        Toby frowned in thought.  "Gimme a second."  He gently disengaged
himself.  Lon looked up and frowned, which led to a quick, silent discussion
-- mostly facial expressions and hand gestures.  Toby held up a finger and
went over to Beth's 'toy box' and started digging.

        Fred missed the argument, of course, but could hear Toby digging.
He shook his head, thinking, 'I gotta be careful what I wish for...'

        Lon distracted him at that point by nosing his cock against his
asshole.  "Okay, then.  Shall we?"  Fred set himself and awaited the probe
in silence, while Sally came around to get the shot on the video camera.
Lon pressed, and lubrication and abuse allowed him to defeat Fred's
straining sphincter almost immediately.  He popped through and stopped,
announcing, "Well, that wasn't so bad..."

        "No..." Fred agreed distractedly.  Darkness enhanced all of his
other senses; he could hear some kind of electronic noise -- and he could
feel the dick that was burying itself deeper and deeper in his guts.  It
wasn't tiny, but it wasn't the battering ram the other guy had...  It was
being handled differently, too -- the first round had been punishment, pure
and simple -- instead of hammering him, this dick was allowing him to
adapt...

        Lon was up to a full stroke when Toby snatched something out of the
chest and waved it triumphantly, then brought it over for Lon to look at.
Lon stopped, buried, to take a look at it.  It was a variant on the snap-on
blindfold in use on Fred's hood -- a set of blinders.  They closed off side
vision and even a direct look ahead, leaving the wearer looking downward at
a thirty degree angle from directly ahead.  Toby gestured the question and
Lon grimaced, thinking.  What would this do for them?  On the surface,
nothing, he surmised -- but it might loosen Fred up more.  He nodded
tightly.

        Toby circled around front.  "Close your eyes," he directed, and
unsnapped the blindfold, replacing it quickly with the blinders.  "How's
that?"

        Fred's eyes took a minute to get used to light again; when it was
over, there it was.  The cock before him wasn't eighteen inches or anything,
but it was a good deal bigger than average -- a couple of inches, at least!
"Yeah, nice," he grunted, then remembered himself -- again!  "Damn!"

        "You're just going with the flow, Man," Lon murmured as he resumed
fucking Fred's unresisting ass.  "Why don't you let your lips flow over that
cock you're admiring and we can get on with this party?"

        Fred did as he was told, pushing from his consciousness the question
of whether he really wanted to or not out of fear of discovering the answer.
The dick's owner didn't seem to care whether he deep-throated him or not,
which made things a lot easier; Fred went to work using techniques he'd used
before at various glory holes, and the dude made the kind of noises that
said he was enjoying it.  Meanwhile the other guy's dick slid in and out of
his ass -- not abusing him, just fucking -- and Fred started drifting toward
a different state...

        Lon leaned over as if to peer at Fred's erection; Sally took the
hint, looked, and nodded.  Fred had an erection.  Lon waved, and Sally
reached back in to play with it.

        Fred moaned around Toby's cock; the other three exchanged grins.
Sally videoed her hand working Fred's cock again, then she handed off the
camera to Toby for a shot of Fred gobbling cock -- for that was what he was
doing.  All of Fred's inhibitions had apparently gone by the wayside; he was
fondling Toby's balls and apparently trying to deep-throat him every few
strokes -- as yet unsuccessfully.  Toby turned the camera on Lon and Fred's
ass, then handed it off to him.

        Fred was visibly backing onto Lon's cock as well; he seemed to have
lost his discomfort with the situation.  Lon decided it was time to up the
ante.  "Mary, you caused this shit -- I'm gonna deal with you later.  But
for now, I think you owe our friend here a good cum -- so slide under there
and suck him off!"  He then proceeded to video Sally climbing onto the bed,
rolling over on her back, and wrapping her lips around Fred's distended
cock.

        "Hrrrgh!" Fred moaned around Toby's cock and started diving on it.
He'd given up on humiliation, submitted, and was taking things as they came
-- and they'd gotten better and better over the last few minutes!  He was in
his own world; how he'd gotten there was irrelevant; the rope binding his
hands was loose enough to allow him to ignore it, his vision was limited to
the huge dick he was loving with his lips and tongue, and the dick in his
ass felt, well, good!  Add a mouth around his aching dick and nirvana
floated close...

        Fred's attentions soon drove Toby over the edge.  "I'm gonna cum!"
he grunted, and hunched over Fred's face while warm, salty semen flooded
Fred's mouth.  "AAAAHHHH!!!  Stick out your tongue!"  Lon tossed Toby the
camera -- and Toby managed not to drop it and get it pointed in the right
direction before he ran out of cumshots to video entering Fred's open mouth.
Then Fred closed his lips on Toby's sensitive glans, milking him and
extending his pleasure.

        In a moment, Toby pulled his cock free with a pop and stepped back
to video the rest of the scene, getting Sally hard at work vacuuming Fred's
erection and Lon pouring cock to his ass.  His mouth unencumbered, Fred got
vocal, yelling, "Yeah!  Fuck me!  Fuck that ass!  Suck my dick, Honey!
Fuck!  I'm gonna get a nut soon!  YAH!"

        The excitement pushed Lon toward his own peak, and he retorted, "I'm
gonna paint your insides white!  NOW!!!"  He hauled Fred's ass tight to him
and started spewing seed into the big man's colon.

        "AWWW FUUUUUCCCCKKK!!!!" Fred wailed, and Toby got a shot of Sally
swallowing.  Frantically, he waved at her and she backed off far enough that
he could video Fred's cum shooting into her open mouth before she moved up
and recaptured his erection.

        Lon waved Toby around to him and withdrew, allowing Toby to video
the withdrawal and Lon's anal creampie oozing out of Fred's ass.  "Now
THAT's a party!" Lon grinned and drew his hand across his neck in a cutting
motion.

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