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Subject: {ASSM} Reality Bites, by Rajah Dodger 
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   Reality Bites, by Rajah Dodger <rdodger@hotmail.com>, Copyright (c)
2008. This work is licenced under the Creative Commons
Attribution-Non-Commercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License.  To
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these stories unchanged and only non-commercially as long as they credit me
as the author, preserving my contact email address and this copyright
notice.



   Regret is a deep dark pit, its sides blocking out hope and reflecting
only the shadowy echoes of past choices.  Brian had enjoyed the kinky
stories and pictures he found on the web, and going to see one of these
"Mistress" characters seemed a reasonable next step.  Now he found himself
naked and blindfolded in a garage with multiple sets of footsteps around
him, and the second thoughts about his actions gave way quickly to the
pulsing fog of panic.



   Rough-skinned hands suddenly grabbed Brian under each armpit and lifted
his thrashing body into the air.  "Hey, wait, nobody said..." was his
immediate reaction, followed by an anguished gurgling sound as sharp-nailed
fingers dug into his balls.



   "You.  Don't.  Talk." Mistress Tania's voice hissed low and threatening,
her nails emphasizing each individual word.  "You made an agreement, little
boy, and in this house we keep our agreements.  My friends came by to
watch, but maybe they'll do more than that." Her hand squeezed tighter
around him.  "You don't make demands, you don't complain, you don't even
open your mouth unless I tell you to.  And when I tell you to open your
mouth, it won't be to talk.  If you can't get those simple instructions
down, I've got any number of ways to teach you."



   The sound of a door opening jarred his ears as the strong hands carried
him casually, his legs dangling, his cock insistently held erect by the
constricting strap.  The weight of his body strained at his shoulders as he
was bounced up a set of stairs.  His escorts dropped him on his knees,
fortunately on a carpeted floor, then before he could collect his wits
fastened him into a holding frame, tight leather cuffs holding his arms and
knees outstretched.



   One of the men ripped the blindfold off his face, and he blinked first
at the light and then at the sight of Mistress Tania, standing nude almost
in his face, her skin a creamy wet dream.  Small but pronounced breasts
with swollen pink nipples faced him; one red fingernail glided up and down
her slit then waved under his nose.  His erection was automatic.



   "Open your mouth, little boy." She barely waited for him to obey before
thrusting the finger into his mouth, pumping it in and out to clean it. 
His cock pulsed as her nail scraped against his tongue on the way out. 
"Oh, I can tell you liked that.  And I know you like watching, that's what
you internet boys are all about, so that's what you're going to do."



   She beckoned with her hands, and two men appeared from either side. 
They were tricked out in leather harnesses that accentuated the size of
their erections, and Mistress Tania settled down on her hands and knees
between them.  She turned her head to grace Brian with a knowing leer. 
"The last boy I had down here came all over the floor before Karl and
George finished fucking me.  Think you can do any better?"



   Brian's eyes widened and he tugged against his bonds, humping the air as
Mistress Tania grabbed the cock in front of her and sank her full lips down
to its base.  Her body was turned just slightly making Brian look over her
back to see that activity while the other man was slowly dragging the
purple head of his thick erection up and down between the crease of her
toned buttocks and the backs of her thighs.



   The man at Tania's rear grabbed a double handful of those curves and
started pumping into her while her head bobbed in the other man's crotch.
The smell of sex permeated the room, slaps of flesh against flesh echoing
in Brian's ears.  He watched in increasing arousal as the woman's body
shook and bounced between the other two men.  The way Tania was positioned
he had the choice of watching one man's flexing hairy ass or the other
man's obviously pleasured face.  Brian flexed and jerked in the frame,
thrusting into empty air in his frustration.



   Finally the man at Tania's face groaned, his face contorting and his
fingers digging into her shoulders, the urgency and power of his orgasm
showing in the arch of his body as he released into her mouth.  Close
behind him was the other man, his ass swaying back almost into Brian's face
as he smacked into Tania's cheeks in the throes of his own sloppy release.



   The two men pulled back, their cocks dangling softened and glistening,
and Tania turned to face Brian, her nipples visibly engorged and a look of
animal heat in her eyes.  "Time to make yourself useful, little boy.  Karl
needs cleaning."



   Brian shook his head, and despite the earlier warning opened his mouth
to protest, but that was just the opportunity Karl needed.  The man
squeezed a fist around his shaft pushing the cockhead out and shoved it in
between Brian's lips, paying no attention to the younger man's frantic
gurgling, grinding forward and back until all of the mingled slimy juices
were left inside Brian's mouth.



   Tania's eyes on Brian warned him against trying to spit; she held her
stare on him until he reluctantly swallowed the thick mess.



   "That's a good boy," she said almost soothingly.  "After all, Karl could
have been doing my ass instead.  And just look at your little stiffie,
you're practically drooling." Brian was mortified; his erection had barely
faded while the man used his mouth.  "Well then, I think you've earned a
reward.  I do so like it when my guests enjoy themselves!"



   That sounded promising, but then George moved around and kneeled behind
Brian, nestling his still-warm cock into the crease of Brian's ass while
sliding a hand around Brian's erection.  The look on Brian's face must have
been very entertaining as Tania's smile became a leering grin.  "I can just
hear you now, little boy.  You don't do things with men, you don't get
touched back there, you aren't enjoying this...  but your cock is saying
something different, isn't it sweetie?"



   Brian tried to get his mind to focus on something else, football games,
newspaper headlines, but no matter what he did George's knowing fingers
were having their intended effect.  The growing tension in Brian's groin
was more and more impossible to resist until at last he had no choice.  A
powerful orgasm ripped through his body, the leather straps cutting into
him as he strained and emptied himself into the man's hand.



   Then, making the degradation complete, George lifted his hand and
clapped it over Brian's mouth and nose, holding it in place until Brian was
forced to lick and swallow to be allowed to breathe.  Even when the man's
hand was gone, Brian's head was still filled with the pungent smell of his
own cum.



   Mistress Tania rose to her feet and ruffled Brian's hair.  She rolled
her hips, the folds of her groin just inches from his face.  Her scent cut
through his nose, and his empty balls twitched.  "I don't let nasty little
boys mess up my shower, but I'm sure you won't mind having to drive home
with a little reminder of your time with me.  Let me know the next time you
want a training session -- you might have some promise as a puppy or
houseboy.  Or," and she paused for what seemed an eternity, "maybe you'd
rather be a playmate for my boys."



   With that as an exit line, Tania left without a backward glance.  The
two men, still naked except for their leather harnesses, unfastened Brian's
limp body and escorted him downstairs.  There they watched sternly as he
slid his briefs up over his sticky crotch, pulled his clothes on, and
headed out the front door.



   It was evening.  Brian walked uncomfortably to his car, a squishy
feeling between his thighs at every step.  He had been in the house for
only three hours, but the cost of that visit had been far more than just
money and time.



   Somewhere in the house behind him, a part of Brian was still bound.



   ***** END ***** Completed 2008-12-01; 1351 words.



   Copyright (c) 12-01-2008 Rajah Dodger (rdodger@hotmail.com); workshopped
at the Fish Tank (http://www.desdmona.com)


   
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