The Family Feud
Chapter
Eight
There he stood, in the living room, his hands
cuffed behind his back with what elementary school students use to
play cops and robbers. He lacked the strength to even tear the chain
links from the toy handcuffs or the ability to break himself out of
them.
His legs were shoulder with apart; he stood at sort of a
military parade rest. A position that his wife called “Attention”
even though it was not technically the military form of attention and
he really wanted to tell her.
He could not of course, because
he had part of his own underwear in his mouth as a gag, with duct
tape over that so he couldn't spit it out. So at best, he could
murmur.
Bill Taylor, who had only recently been the man of the
house, was now the naked slave of the house. He was humiliated and he
wanted to insist that enough was enough. Rahjid’s motel had
been a roach infested dump, and if he had the money, he’d go
right back there. He didn’t have the money, not even for gas in
his pickup truck. His wife checked his mileage carefully. if she let
him drive any place at all.
While he stood there completely
naked in every other way, the piece d resistance which was eliciting
giggles from mother and daughter alike was the slender leather corded
leash attached around the base of his cock. Its long end was dangling
down around his knees, with a since around the balls so that it could
be tightened.
“It's for parents who hate to hold their
own child’s hand, so they feel the need to put this sort of
leash on them in malls and public places...how do you think Chris
will like it, Bill when he gets home?”
Bill couldn't
answer and wasn't sure how to pantomime a response. “Oh
obviously, your opinion doesn't matter if you could speak
anyway...you'll have the leashes on until we tell you not to have the
leashes on....this way your darling daughter doesn't have touch your
tiny dick, and she can still lead you around the house easily...now
for the final test....”
“Test?” asked
Jamie
“Lead your father over to the computer...”
Wendy guided Jamie to pick up the leash.
“Oh it won't
pop off, trust me...you can give him a nice solid jerk on the leash,
to let him know to move faster...don't be afraid, I've made sure we
can keep this on him and it won't cut off blood flow, but it also is
okay to be a little rough with the leash” and she demonstrated
as she jerked the leash while bending over to turn on the
computer.
Bill watched his wife's delicious ripe butt as she
bent over. Religiously going to aerboics class for years, why he had
not noticed just how rack hard firm her ass was until now? I mean
wow, if he could fuck her in that, what would that be like? Oh shit,
she was talking. What was she showing him? He had been fantasizing
again.
“Bill? Earth to Bill? What an attention span”
Wendy said sarcastically. “Here are the photos of those
teenagers, let's start with your favorite Veronica....now you'll
notice that men unlike women, need rapid fire pornography and mental
images. Little short vignettes really....no set up, no explanation,
just two people having sex. So I am paging through these pictures
kind of quick, I know Bill's already seen them many, many, many times
but he must have liked them, because men also even though they save
their porn, tend not to look at it more than once or twice.”
Wendy was about to
explain that she thinks the female brain is wired so much
differently. That erotica stories that are less than a certain size
she didn't even bother with “Oh it needs at least eight
chapters before it even starts to get good...before I start to even
care about the characters or be able to remember which one was which.
I don't think that is an opinion shared by most males, but in my
research, which I hope Bill appreciates, I am finding that the dirty
stories I like best are the ones that make me care about what is
happening and seem to have a few unexpected twists. Not just an
inventory of this happened, or that happened, like a list of random
events but what was going on behind the scenes.”
“Mom,
what does this have to do with anything?” Jamie interrupted as
her mom rambled while showing Bill the naked images of her friends on
the computer.
“Oh nothing really...just that while I am
sitting here patiently paging through this porn for your father,
which is something he SHOULD appreciate” she gave a jerk on his
leash to let him know to act thankful. He murmured something excited
through his gag. “That his test all along has been if his
little cock gets hard...you see its not?”
“Uh, I
hadn't been looking.” Jamie rolled her eyes.
“Okay
miss prude, Come on, your father is 220lbs of mostly fat, covered in
milk white skin and body hair...we keep him naked to make him aware
of how powerless he is, and disarm him, to motivate him to want to
have a little modesty and privacy...you have to see the elephant in
the room, it's that little dingus I've got tightly wrapped up in a
leash, and it's what has probably caused him to make so many bad
decisions....looking at porn when he should be getting a job and
being a good husband and father..”
“Okay, fine”
Jamie agreed to her mom’s point reluctantly. It made Wendy
smile.
“Well, while we've been talking, what would
ordinarily make your father rock hard, hasn't. That is because his
balls are wrapped tight...he can't get the blood flow that pumps his
cock to what passes as fully hard when talking about his tiny
dick...”
Jamie smirked, her mom was really getting into
this, “I wonder what would happen if you and Cathy did get
together?” she wondered about the high school friend who also
been excited at the prospect of leading her brother around.
DING
DONG!
The sudden sound of the doorbell brought the families
dogs to barking. “Oh shush, Rosco....I'd almost forgotten about
you, haha...I'll have to have your daddy feed you...yes I will...and
walk you....” she said lavishing her dog with baby talk as she
told Jamie to get the door while she hid Bill.
It was Cathy
and Chris at the door. “Hey all done for the day! I thought I'd
bring him back, safe and mostly sound.” Cathy grinned.
Chris's
face was covered in makeup like a girl, he was wearing a diaper under
his green short-shorts (which is funny because Jamie brought the ones
she purchased home, so that means Cathy must have opened a new
package at the store).
“Your brother was a good sport,
what do you say for Mrs Cathy bringing you home? Chrissy Pissy?”
Cathy said snarkily to her afternoon slave.
“Moooooooo”
Chris bleated obediently.
The girls both laughed, Cathy
pointed out that she found Chris's voice annoying so she had him make
piggy noises, cow moos and dog barks until she could settle on a few
less irritable noises she would tolerate.
“Cathy, there
is a whole twisted side of you I had no idea about....listen I'd like
you to meet my mom, we actually have something we should probably
talk to you about, because you seem to have enjoyed yourself WAY more
than I thought you might...”
Cathy’s pretty face
had a perpetually impish smile, that only deepened when Jamie told
her that. “Hey, I had three older brothers growing up, and it
was usually me who lost bets like this, and so I was just glad to
finally return the favor, all I really did was think up a few things
they made me do...If you've got a spare bra, we can use...we can
freeze it and put it on those big old manboobs of his...”
“Oh
wow, a frozen bra? That IS hilarious...okay look come on in the
living room, my mom is with my dad, I'll go see if she wants to talk
right now.”
Jamie was about to get her mom, seems they
found an ally, one with a real creative fun streak, when Cathy
stopped her. “What is this?”
“ What is
what?” Jamie asked innocently.
“You know
what.”
“No, what the fuck are you talking about?”
Jamie asked again, once again using the word ‘fuck’ and
feeling a little ashamed. It had just slipped out this time.
“On
the computer?” Cathy reminded her, while Chris stood
dumbfounded behind them.
Jamie looked and it seems as fate
would have it, her Mom had stopped on a picture of Cathy bent over,
spreading her ass and pussy, over a pool table, to make it look like
someone could shoot the 8-ball in.
“Is this the joke?
Sort of like Carrie, where you lure me over here, get me to like you,
and pay attention to your doofy brother, and then show me pornography
like blackmail?”
“No, not that at all, if you'll
just wait...” Jamie wanted to get her mom, who was no doubt
hiding with Bill. She didn't know Cathy yet, and wasn't sure if she
could trust her.
“Okay, so what do you want?”
When Cathy asked, Jamie immediately remembered how terrible Cathy had
been at negotiations at the Baby's R Us. Jamie hadn't wanted
anything, she was happy to give her brother to Cathy forever if
possible, but Cathy had obligingly offered a discount even though
Jamie never asked for anything.
“No wonder you lost to
your brothers dare games, you think I want something....” Jamie
was about to explain it was all a misunderstanding, an unintentional
accident that the screen just happened to show the porn, that her and
her mom didn't approve of their dad taking it, but she was cut off
mid-sentence.
“What do you know about the dare games?
Are they in on this? Oh shit...you were about to come walking back
with them instead of your mom weren't you? Your mom wouldn't be
involved in this...it's my brothers payback from hell, oh shit, I
knew those pictures were a bad idea.....look I am about to piss
myself....I'll face the music, I'll face the music, let me just use
your bathroom, okay? Please?”
Jamie didn't even give her
permission before Cathy had raced into the bathroom. “Wait her
Chris” Jamie went to go get her mom, she'd sort this all out,
and hopefully Cathy would discover it was all just a simple
misunderstanding. A freaky, weird, perverted
misunderstanding.
Wendy was reluctant once she heard what
happened to go back in there. “I really don't know if we can
trust her yet, it’s a variable to the plan we don't really
benefit from. I don't want to involve another high schooler”.
Her concerns didn’t matter when they got back to the living
room, Cathy was already gone.
“Chris, where
did she go?”
“Mooooo”
“Talk
English, you Dummy.” Jamie demanded
“She left,
Ma'am”
“Where did she go?”
“Don't
know, Ma'am”
“Of course you don't...why are you
wearing clothes in the house?” Jamie said out of
frustration.
“Don't know, Ma'am”
“But
weren't you told to undress as soon as you got home?”
“I
wasn't sure, Ma'am...”
“We've got something to try
out.” Wendy let her son off the hook about not undressing. “
I can see in your shorts you are already hard, so let's see how you
do with the leash.”
The girls had 'tests' to run
tonight.