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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated
Part: 2 of 47
Universe: The Pact
Summary: Complications set in for the secretive little group created by the
Pact.  The boys stumble into a potential goldmine -- but are they biting off
more than they can chew?
Content: mc MF mF M-dom beast oral anal

The Pact:  Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated

Chapter 2

        Damian showed up about one o'clock; Toby took the opportunity to put
away his thoughts.  Guys were unaffected by his powers -- he could neither
read, nor influence them unduly.  On the other hand, they WERE guys -- which
meant that he understood them better.  The pair of them took pictures of
Toby's back yard and the utility room off the kitchen where Toby intended to
set up Dirk's dog crate for his visit.  "You want to go with me?" Damian
asked.

        "Sure."  They headed for the Damian's neighborhood -- which wasn't
THAT far away from Toby's, either by distance or by income level.

        Rain Man (whose name was really Randall or Randy, but who had
managed to get the nickname by pretending to be elsewhere, mentally, any
time his friends proposed anything that sounded like it would get him into
trouble) was happy to see them, and Dirk took a liking to Toby right away.
The boys loaded Dirk into Beth's minivan for the trip -- cage, run, food and
all -- and headed back.  "I guess I oughta give you guys some of the
money..." Damian muttered cautiously.

        "Let's see if he tears anything up, first," Toby replied.  "That was
the agreement.  The girls need him and you found him -- that makes the money
kind of a finder's fee.  But if he tears up a bunch of stuff, you're gonna
have to kick out for it."

        "Cool."  Damian nodded.  Toby grew on you.  He was smart, and he was
fair, and he seemed to be able to put women in his back pocket.  You
couldn't ask for much more...  "Do you think they're gonna do it?  This
could all be just bullshit..."

        "I think they will," Toby replied.  "Teela came up with it, and she
likes the idea of doing wild stuff -- especially if it doesn't hurt Rick
any, which this won't.  Sally will do whatever it takes to make Lon happy,
and although this isn't at the top of Lon's list of neat stuff for her to
do, it WILL make them safe members of the group, which IS on his list."

        "I'm surprised he's sharing her around," Damian grunted.

        "I wouldn't expect anything from her," Toby replied.  "Lon let me
fuck her because he felt he owed his friends better than he owed your dad.
Beyond that, she sort of expects things like that, periodically.  But Lon
isn't happy with how he had to farm out Sally for the trap, and you guys are
a complication.  And while he has no problem with you fucking his mother --
or even riding herd on her -- he DOES have a problem with the idea of you
horning in on HIS woman..."

        "Didn't he have her suck Big Bro off?" Damian argued.

        "Yeah, but Terence isn't a threat to his authority.  YOU are!" Toby
countered.

        "Okay, yeah, I see that..." Damian grunted.  "You sure me being
black doesn't enter into it?"

        Toby puffed out a breath.  "I'd like to be able to tell you it
doesn't, but I think it is in there somewhere.  He's not proud of it and it
isn't a major driver, but how would you like it if your mama suddenly
decided there was no dick like white dick?"

        Damian grunted.  "It's all she's getting..."

        "True," Toby agreed, "But you and I have both heard the legends..."

        Damian snorted, "Said the dude that was hung like a horse..."

        Toby grinned.  "She responds to me, too -- but you have gone to more
effort to control her.  Candace never did that before -- she ran all of her
previous relationships, or she chopped them off.  You haven't let her do
that.  Lon is worried, I think, that at some point, you'll, well, share his
mama with friends or something..."

        Damian absorbed this in silence for a bit, then ventured, "It's a
fantasy..."

        "I don't think Lon would feel that that kind of thing would indicate
that you value his mama properly," Toby said evenly.  "MY ma would enjoy
that kind of thing..."

        Damian blinked.  "And you wouldn't care?"

        Toby shrugged.  "You saw her Saturday.  She took everything we could
dish out -- and she loved it.  We can't do that all the time..."

        Damian stared at the floorboards.  "Candace is mine -- sort of,
anyway.  I know there are limits to it, but inside those limits, that's how
it is.  I don't see me lending her out for a gang-bang, or to pull a train.
But she likes a lot of dick, too -- and she needs to be put through her
paces every once in a while, you know -- to keep her from getting uppity,
more than anything else.  I might need occasional help with that -- but
inside the group is fine."

        Toby nodded.  "If I was you, if you decide you need to bring in an
outsider, you should talk to Lon about it, first.  That's just a suggestion.
Build up some trust."

        Damian nodded.  "Good idea."  He eyed Toby sidelong.  "What about
your mama?"

        Toby shrugged.  "If you want to practice dominating someone, she's a
prime candidate.  And Candace is already her Mistress, supposedly.  That
makes you her Master at one remove.  You might want to do things to Ma to
scare Candace a little.  Of course, I don't want Ma really hurt, so you need
to make sure you have everything in hand..."

        "You'd let me..."

        "Abuse Ma?  Yes," Toby nodded.  "Only because she really enjoys it.
Ma wants to be held to the highest standards -- and she wants to be punished
for failure.  You see, to do that properly, you have to be paying attention
to her -- and she knows it, and she craves that attention.  She'll suffer --
a lot -- to get it.  Candace can be spiteful and vicious and sneaky and
nasty, but it isn't something that is going to keep her attention.  If you
want to take a crack at owning Ma, I'll let you -- until it becomes evident
that you can't do it, either, or you go too far.  And you need to promise to
defer to my opinions about how you're doing.  I can run her, too, but I'm
too close -- she likes her bosses to have dicks to abuse her with, and while
I have one, I shouldn't use it on her."

        "Ever think about it?" Damian asked carefully.

        Toby was silent for some time.  "I think every guy thinks about
fucking his mother one time or another, don't you?"

        "Yeah."

        "When you add in the fact that I knew how much she was suffering
while she did without, I'm amazed that I didn't," Toby related, watching
Damian for a reaction.

        Damian cocked his head.  "What do you mean?"

        "Ma used to cry herself to sleep, wishing for a dick to pound her
into submission.  I could hear her through the walls."

        "Wow, that sucks!" Damian shook his head.  Toby nodded.  There was
silence until they pulled up in Toby's driveway.

        The next half-hour was consumed by the effort involved in getting
Dirk settled in at Toby's.  He and Damian put up Dirk's run in the back
yard, then got him out of his cage in the van and tied him out while they
shifted the cage to the utility room.  After that, they let him run for a
while in the back yard under supervision.  Damian had Toby take a couple of
photos of him bounding around the yard, obviously happy.  The big brute was
fairly well-behaved, too, if boisterous; his meeting with Beth and Jean got
a lot of laughs, as he did the more or less expected  -- stuck his nose
under Beth's skirt and right into her crotch!  "Looks like this is gonna be
easy!" Damian laughed.  Two minutes later, Dirk was climbing on Jean, trying
to nose her crotch, too -- but Jean, who was seated on the couch, kept her
knees together and shooed him off -- and after a good sniff, he lost
interest and returned to hassling Beth.

        Damian thought it was as funny as Hell.  "Why is he all over Beth?"
he wondered aloud.

        "Ma seldom wears panties," Toby replied.  "Besides, Jean probably
smells different."

        Damian sipped a soda.  "I hope we don't have problems getting him
interested in Teela or Sally..."

        "I bet he'll just smell prime stuff and it'll be all over," Toby
assured him.  Damian nodded, thoughtful.  "Of course, sticking his snout in
a crotch, and sticking his dick in one, are two different things," Toby
added.  "I've seen videos, and usually, the dog isn't THAT interested -- and
even if he is, they don't last that long.  Sometimes, I think they sedate
the dog and just get him hard, then use him as a live dildo."

        Damian nodded.  "There's a lot of things that can go wrong."

        "Yeah.  Maybe we ought to check his claws -- I've seen where they
put the dog's front paws in socks..." Toby offered.  "We don't want him
scratching the girls up..."

        "Yeah..."  The pair went and checked Dirk's paws, then went into the
collection of things Rain Man had supplied for a pair of clippers.  It took
both of them AND Beth to hold Dirk down to get his nails clipped -- and Toby
got one too short and it bled -- but overall, Dirk took it well -- he just
wanted to play.  "Pretty good dog, in general," Damian observed when they'd
let him up.

        Dirk went around the room trying to grab clothing and tug it,
thinking he was in a wrestling match.  He got a grip on Beth's skirt, and
she had to follow him around the room, talking him out of it in order to
keep him from ripping the fabric.  "C'mon, now, Sweetie -- Mama doesn't want
to go skirtless!  Let go now...!"  The boys laughed; Jean reamed them out
while she helped Beth get free, then they took over handling the unruly mutt
and took him out and put him on his run again to play.

        "I'm going to take Jean home and stay with her for a while -- we
need to kind of deal with something," Toby related.  "She needs my support."

        "She needs some dick, you mean," Damian laughed.

        "Yeah, that, too," Toby admitted, then was silent for a bit,
thinking.  He and Damian had built quite a few bridges that afternoon...
"She just found out she's pregnant."

        "Shit!"  Damian thought about the things he'd done with the little
redhead -- Big Bro, too!  "Who's the daddy?  Does she know?"

        "I am," Toby admitted quietly.  "You guys weren't on the scene yet
before she took, we figure."

        "Bummer!"  It was crystal clear to Damian how awkward this news was
for everyone.  "She isn't looking for you to..."

        "I'm not worried about it," Toby replied.  "I'm just going to
support her emotionally while she deals with it."

        "She gonna get an abortion?" Damian asked.

        "I doubt it.  And I support that."

        "You're gonna be supportin' a kid, too!" Damian insisted.

        "Well, that's not so bad," Toby grinned.  "We're... very close.
Much closer than we should be, or at least anyone THINKS we should be."

        "She's old enough to be your Mama, Man..." Damian pointed out.

        Toby grinned wryly.  "That goes without saying.  But she can have
kids, and I can have kids, and we're both under the impression that we love
each other..."

        "You're a better man than I am, Dude."

        Toby shrugged.  "Maybe.  Anyway, I'm headed out.  It might be smart
if you hung out for a while longer with Dirk, unless you have urgent plans."
He cocked his head.  "I could have a word with Ma..."

        Damian cocked his head.  "About what?"

        "About what your relationship with Candace means to her."  Toby
smiled.

        Damian smiled back.  "That might be cool..."

        Toby re-entered the house.  "Are you two all set?"  Both nodded, and
Toby made a check to ensure he hadn't influenced things unduly.  "Okay,
Jean, I'll take you home, then.  Go on out to the car and I'll be right
along; I need to have a quick word with Ma and Damian about handling
things."  Jean nodded and went out, smiling; Toby was coming home with her!

        "Sweetie, what are you going to do?" Beth asked.

        "Give her what she needs," Toby replied.

        "She thinks she needs YOU!" Beth insisted.

        "So do I, as it happens," Toby replied.  "It'll be all right, Ma."

        "I don't see how," Beth worried.  Toby let her -- it wasn't serious.
Ma knew things would work out, one way or another.  "What about the dog?"

        "Damian is going to stay for a while longer," Toby replied, adding,
"I don't know if you've realized it, but that could be to his advantage."

        "Oh?"

        "Candace is your Mistress, right?"

        "Well, yeah."  Beth grimaced -- and Toby read why clearly.  Candace
wasn't doing enough.

        Toby grinned.  "So what do you see as Damian's relationship to
Candace?"

        "He's got her wrapped around his little finger!" Beth replied, with
some asperity.  "She's so busy sniffing his ass..."  Then the light dawned.
"He's her Master, I guess..."

        "And what does that make him to you?" Toby prompted.

        "Um, MY Master, apparently..."  Beth turned this over in her head.
"At least I think it does."

        "So does he," Toby replied, kissing his mother on the cheek.  "Bye,
Ma!  See you later!"  As Toby went out the door, he looked back to see his
mother's expression; a kid with his hand in a cookie jar couldn't have been
happier.

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        "Damian?"

        Damian glanced up; Beth was standing in the doorway with this look
on her face...  Obviously, Toby had said something to her.  "Yeah?"

        "Would you like something to eat?  Or drink?"

        "Got any Pepsi?"  Mama would be pissed -- no please or thank you --
but did you say that kind of thing to someone you were going to treat as a
slut?

        "I'll go look."  Beth turned and went back inside.  He'd been
different, all right.  Weighing, judging...  She'd noticed the lack of
politeness, too.

        Dirk had trotted over as the pair had talked; he went on by toward
the door, to the extent that his run let him.  Damian walked over and rubbed
the dog's ears.  "You know what that's for, don't you, Boy?" Damian
murmured.  Beth had been a surprise to him.  She was a big bitch, but she
was a serious slut -- and you didn't find that every day.  Now it looked
like maybe he'd have ownership rights, or something...  Reaching down, he
unhooked Dirk's collar from the run.  Dirk trotted in the door like he had
important business; Damian grinned, figuring he knew what it was.

        Sure enough, there was an outraged shriek from the kitchen, "DIRK!"

        Damian stuck his head around the corner to find the dog with his
head up Beth's skirt while she tried to pour a Pepsi from a can over some
ice in a glass.  "Squat a little bit -- let him get what he wants," Damian
directed.  Beth turned her head to look back at him, her face mirroring her
surprise.  "He knows a bitch when he sees one," Damian added.

        Beth looked momentarily rocked, then she bent her knees so the
stocky dog didn't have to lunge up to get his tongue at her privates.
Damian nodded, giving her a hard look that didn't quite include a smile, and
arousal rushed over her -- arousal that had nothing to do with Dirk's big,
wet tongue.

        Damian saw the rush.  "Are you wearing panties?"

        "No..."  The way she drew it out made it clear that she was asking
for something.

        "Call me Sir, for now," Damian supplied.

        "Yes, Sir."

        "Bring me that," Damian directed, pointing at the glass.  "Don't
make life hard for your new boyfriend while you do it."  Beth did as she was
told, walking toward him in a spraddle-legged squat that allowed Dirk to
maintain nose and tongue contact with her crotch.  Damian took the glass.
"Go in and sit on the couch.  Give Dirk full access -- pull that skirt off!"
Beth made to waddle off.  "Hey!  Don't you acknowledge instructions?"

        "Yessir!  Right away, Sir!"  Beth waddled off, moving at a pace that
ensured that Dirk could stay with her.  Damian grinned to himself; he'd have
swatted her on the ass, but it would have interrupted the dog...  He
followed them into the living room and watched Beth carefully divest herself
of her skirt and settle on the couch, bringing her legs up so the dog had
full run of her chubby pussy from her asshole to her clit.  Dirk dove on it;
it seemed like his tongue was everywhere at once -- even to Damian , who
couldn't really see what she felt when the dog buried it deep inside her.

        "How's he doing?" Damian asked.

        "Amazing, S-sir!" Beth gasped.  "I can't believe it's just..."

        "Natural talent?" Damian supplied.  Beth nodded, glassy-eyed.  "Me
either.  I'm gonna have to keep an eye on Rain Man's sisters and his
mama..."  No wonder they were uppity -- they didn't need a man...  More
bitches.  Only, if he caught them, they'd be HIS bitches...

        Damian watched the dog at work; he'd probably pulled all of the old
pussy juice out of her and was making her manufacture more, at this point.
Beth was barely there, her hands rubbing her big jugs while she moaned,
"Oh... Oh... Oh..."  She was pinking up, too -- there was little doubt what
was coming next.

        Damian frowned.  Something told him that he needed to intervene,
harshly.  Stepping forward, he slapped Beth across the face, "Did I tell you
that you could cum, slut?"  Dirk growled a warning, but didn't stop what he
was doing.

        Beth's eyes popped.  "No, Sir!"

        "You were going to go ahead, though, weren't you?"

        "Yes, Sir!"

        "I may not know a lot about handling sluts, but I DO know that you
don't cum for YOU, you cum for ME!  Don't you, bitch?"

        "Yes, Sir!" Beth squealed.

        "Get your hands away from them tits!  Did I tell you that you could
touch yourself?  Where did you get these bad habits, anyway?"

        "I--I..." Beth swallowed, "It's been a long time, Sir!"

        "Excuses, excuses!" Damian grinned -- a hard-looking grin --one that
said things were just getting started.  "Get out of that blouse so I can see
those fuckin' water balloons!  And DON'T bother Dirk while you do it!"

        "Yes, Sir!"  Beth started struggling with her blouse and bra.

        "Hurry the fuck up!" Damian shouted.  Dirk gave him a sidelong look,
and Damian backed off, going around to the side of the couch.  That didn't
work -- it didn't get him and Dirk out of each other's way.  "Get up!  Move
to that chair over there -- and do NOT piss off the dog!  You don't want
BOTH of us pissed!" Damian warned.

        Beth struggled up and moved to a wingback chair; her blouse went
flying en route.  "Legs up on the arms!" Damian barked.  Dirk was watching
him warily, so he grinned at the dog, who, mollified, put his tongue back to
work.

        Damian stepped behind the chair and grabbed a big double handful of
breast flesh -- and squeezed.  Beth let out a whine -- but her nipples were
like rock, they were so hard in his hands.  He took them between his thumbs
and forefingers and mauled the living shit out of them, listening to Beth
mewl, and unable to figure out whether the sound was pleasure or pain.  He
contented himself with that, allowing Dirk to go to town for a good forty-
five seconds -- then he tried his damnedest to crush them, hissing in Beth's
ear, "CUM, Slut!"

        "AAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!"  Beth surged, screaming bloody murder.  Damian
wasn't sure if he'd accomplished what he set out to do until he looked down
at Dirk, who was trying to keep up with the flood pouring from Beth's red,
puffy gash.  Either she was pissing herself, or it was a big one...  He
amused himself, cradling and weighing her big fat jugs in his hands while
she surged and shuddered and the dog noisily slurped at her cunt.  When the
flow backed off, so did Dirk, walking off a couple of feet and sitting
there, panting, his ugly red cock completely extended from its sheath.

        "What do you say?" Damian prompted, giving Beth's jugs a warning
squeeze.

        "Thank you, Sir!"  It was more than mere formula; Beth was eyeing
him with something akin to adoration.  Yeah, he'd done right...  If he
hadn't pitted wills with Candace, he would have never begun to understand
Beth -- but they were both prey to this kind of thing.  Candace hated
herself for it, and fought it -- and fought HIM -- but Beth knew herself and
her needs, and had no problem taking anything he chose to dish out.  Eyes
bright, she asked, "Can I suck your cock, Sir?"

        "I guess."  He was thoroughly aroused.  "See if you can get the dog
to fuck you while I get set.  I might need entertainment to get a hard-on."
They both knew that he was lying through his teeth, but that didn't keep her
from kneeling up in front of Dirk and waving her pussy at him.  Dirk looked
mildly interested and gave her a couple of swipes with his tongue, but
didn't try to mount her, so Damian plopped into the chair and proceeded to
drag Beth all of the way onto his cock.  Beth didn't fight; she looked as
happy as a clam to have his cock in her throat.  Damian let up and let her
work on her own, grunting, "Do a good fucking job, or I'll find something to
beat you with."

        Beth gave her 'A' blowjob, as Damian knew she would; halfway through
it, Dirk got excited enough from her emanations to mount her.  That lasted
maybe thirty seconds, but both he and the dog got off at the end of it, and
Beth looked like she had, too -- Dirk had damn near driven her through
Damian's lap, pounding on her, grinning a big dog grin, his tongue hanging
out, dripping on her back.  Damian didn't bother giving her shit about it.
Dirk wandered off to lick himself while Damian enjoyed Beth's tongue and
lips babying his slowly subsiding cock.

        "Where did he get you?" Damian asked idly.  "I couldn't tell."

        "My ass, Sir," Beth replied, the soul of subservience.  "He didn't
seem to mind."

        "He probably does now," Damian chuckled, watching Dirk clean
himself.  "Go over and offer to clean him up."

        "Yes, Sir."  Beth crawled over on all fours, but Dirk growled a
warning.  Damian shook his head.  "Come on back, then."  He got up, then,
changing his mind.  "Up on the couch, Bitch."  He went and sat before she
climbed up, then settled in to watch basketball on TV while she nursed his
cock.  It was VERY pleasant.  Dirk stretched out and went to sleep.

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        Jean was all contrition on the way home, but...  There were several
'buts', actually.  She talked as if abortion was a serious option -- but it
wasn't.  She said she was sorry -- and she was, sort of.  But she was happy
about the baby, and happy about what she thought it would mean to her
relationship with Toby.

        Toby read her like a book -- and had no problem with what he was
seeing.  Once they had established that, there was no reason not to
celebrate...

        Soon they were in Jean's room, enjoying Jean's favorite position.
Toby loved watching her rise and fall on his cock, and he got a great deal
of pleasure from her efforts.  She rode him, beaming, through four orgasms,
while he tried to visualize her riding him with a big belly and milk-swollen
titties.  It was a very pleasant fantasy.

        When she collapsed on him, exhausted, they necked for a while and
then he rolled them over and delivered Round Two, a missionary-style
pounding that they both enjoyed every bit as much as Round One.

        It was after four when he kissed her neck and padded off to the
bathroom for a shower.  She was sleeping peacefully.  He got back into the
clothing he had worn coming in, thinking vaguely that he should spot a
change of clothing or two for her to keep track of and have ready for him if
things were going to continue in the direction they appeared to be headed.

        Rick heard him coming down the stairs, "Hey."

        "Hey, Rick."

        "Mom's home?"

        "Upstairs.  Taking a nap," Toby replied.  "Hey, let me know if she
goes off the deep end -- she's had a busy day."

        "Yeah?"

        "Yeah."  Toby sucked in a breath and blew it out.  Rick deserved to
know, and he deserved it from him.  "She's pregnant."

        "What?" Rick gasped.  "Oh, shit!"

        "It could be worse, I guess," Toby grinned wanly.  "We know whose it
is..."

        Rick shook his head.  "After all the noises she made..."

        "Before, actually," Toby corrected him.  "We figure it was that
first little party..."

        "That'd be you, then?"  Toby nodded.  "Who knows?"

        "All of the mothers.  They figured it out at breakfast -- morning
sickness or something.  I walked in on it."

        "What's she gonna do?"

        Toby shrugged.  "Have a baby."

        "No fuckin' way!"  Rick made to pass Toby and head up the stairs.

        Toby blocked him.  "It's her decision, Man -- and mine.  She's made
it -- and I support her."

        "That's something you can't do!" Rick pointed out.

        Toby shrugged.  "True.  For now."

        Rick subsided.  "Why?"

        "It's love, Man.  It'll be all right.  We'll do whatever needs
doing."

        "What about the group?"

        "We both still have stuff to learn," Toby replied.  "I'll probably
handle her somewhere between what Lon's doing with Sally and you're doing
with Teela."

        Rick nodded.  "Life's sure gotten complicated."

        "You can say THAT again!"

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        Toby went home and let himself in, Dirk met him at the door; the
little dance he was doing led Toby to believe her wanted out, so he led him
out back and hooked him to his run.  Sure enough, Dirk trotted over and
lifted his leg on the nearest bush, then wandered back.  Toby unhooked him
and let him in, then set off to find his mother.

        He found her on the couch, her head on Damian's lap, snoring and
drooling into his wiry pubes, her hands cuffed behind her.  Damian was out,
too, and the TV was babbling on about some sport or another.  Ma's ass was
cherry red -- probably due to the paddle lying on the couch beyond Damian's
outstretched hand...

        "Having fun, are we?"  Damian looked up blearily at Toby, then
started, expecting him to be pissed -- but he was grinning.  After the dog
fuck, he'd waited a while, having Beth do this and that until she fucked
something up he could complain about, then lowered the boom.  "All right,
you need an ass whipping!  Got anything around here I can use on you?  Don't
lie to me, because..."  He didn't finish; Beth had hopped up and dragged him
off to a chest in her bedroom that contained the damnedest collection of
paraphernalia he'd ever thought to see!  They'd spent forty-five minutes
with her explaining the purpose of this or that piece of equipment -- and
him testing a few -- before he decided to keep it simple and put her in
handcuffs and paddled her ass until she was bawling gustily.  Then he'd
demanded another blowjob, and she'd delivered another Grade A effort,
despite freely flowing tears and snot.  Sometime after, while he had been
playing with her red ass with her face in his lap, he'd drifted off...
Rubbing his eyes, he agreed, "Yah, quite a party."

        "Looks like nap time," Toby grinned.

        "We're chargin' up for the next round."  He swatted Beth on the ass,
hard.  "Bitch!  Get up and get your boy and I something to drink!"

        Beth was trying to get up before her eyes opened -- but having her
hands locked behind her caused her to crash back down on the couch, "Oomph!"

        "Hold fuckin' still..." Damian managed to sound long-suffering as he
unlocked her right handcuff.  He made to unlock the left, but Toby waved him
off, miming having his hands cuffed before him.  Damian grinned.  "Stick 'em
out front..."  Beth did so, and he locked the cuff back on, this time in
front.  He left another handprint on her ass, "Now, GIT!"

        "Yessir!"  Beth staggered up.  "Is iced tea all right, Sir?"

        Damian got a nod in confirmation from Toby.  "Yah.  Be sure it's in
a glass big enough I don't drain it on the first pass.  And I want five ice
cubes -- I'll be countin' 'em!"

        "Right away, Sir!" Beth tore off, her red-blotched ass jiggling.

        Damian watched her go, shaking his head.  "We did shit that some
women would go to a shrink for years to fix, and I beat her ass until my arm
was sore -- and to see her, you'd think I brought flowers, candy, and a
thousand bucks when I walked in..."

        Toby grinned.  "It's all about attention, Man.  If you're spanking
her, you're paying a LOT of attention to her.  Besides, she's not wired like
most people -- she can take pain and turn it into something else..."  Toby
had known this before, empirically; now he knew it personally, having felt
her and probed her makeup.  He reached out to assess her mood and found her
to be absolutely buoyant.

        She WAS, too!  Damian had marched right in and taken charge,
pushing, directing, demanding, using whatever tools came to hand --
including that dog!  Very, VERY seldom did she orgasm the way he and Dirk
had made her orgasm -- and he had been right there afterward, keeping her
focused, binding her, spanking her, pressing her to harvest his seed...  The
two rough fingers he had reamed her snatch with while he rubbed and kneaded
her battered ass cheeks had been icing on the cake...

        Toby came back to himself to find Damian eyeing him oddly.  "What
was that?" Damian demanded.

        "I was just... thinking..." Toby evaded.

        "You get in their heads, don't you?  That's how you're God's gift to
women..." Damian theorized.

        "Like in the movies?  If you go around telling people that," Toby
laughed, trying to cover himself, "they'll lock us BOTH in the loony bin!"

        Damian let it slide because Beth was back with a pitcher and two
glasses.  She poured for Damian, then for Toby, then sat the pitcher down on
the coffee table.  Both males noted that she did not bring a glass for her
own use.  Taking a sip, he moved on to another subject.  "The dog's gonna
work out -- isn't he, Bitch?"

        "Yes, Sir!"  Beth nodded vigorously.

        "We tested him, and he passed with flying colors," Damian continued.
"In fact, he was a little TOO good, if you know what I mean..."

        Toby frowned.  "I'm not sure..."

        "I mean it was, like, old news, you know?  He knew his way around
pussy, real well..."

        "Isn't THAT interesting!" Toby mused.

        "Yah," Damian agreed.  "I figure one or two of Rain Man's female
relatives has some explaining to do... He gives a helluva tongue ride, from
what I can see, and he'll fuck, but he's not particular about holes.  Bitch,
here, has an ass full of doggy cum -- don't you, Bitch?"

        "Yes, Sir!"  Beth nodded, grinning, like she'd been competing in an
Olympic sport, rather than performing a sex act that could get her thrown
under the jail.

        Toby shook his head, grinning, thinking, 'No wonder she's happy!'

        "It wasn't much, though," Damian added.  "Thirty seconds, start to
finish, I think.  You were right about it not being the best way to get a
chick off."

        "Well, we don't need to make a full-length feature film," Toby
replied.  "Even the tongue thing is good enough, although some kind of
sucking or fucking would be better."

        "Yah," Damian agreed.  "I should probably shoot for the crib..."

        A wave of disappointment rolled over Toby, he turned to look at the
source and demurred, "No need to rush off.  Show Ma a good time..."

        "I'm running out of juice!" Damian chuckled.  "I'll call Big Bro and
let him work it a bit before we go..."

        "Sounds good."  Toby nodded and headed for his room.  Apparently,
they'd done the doggy thing with Dirk in the living room, which was too bad
-- no cameras there...

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