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.