My Darling Cuckold

By Heather ©

Part 4

Disclaimer:

If you don’t like graphic sexual stories, if you are under 18, or if you live in a state where reading this is illegal, then don’t read this and leave. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature then I suggest you leave as well. This is a work of fiction to display fantasy.

It was already noontime and neither Jay nor I had dared broach the subject matter of last night. And it sure wasn’t because of a lack of issues. It seemed like I had gone back on everything I had said, not to mention breaking my promise to Jay. He had his own reactions over his ordeal with me to explain and that I really wanted to hear from his own mouth. Having a boner that could drive nails just didn’t seem to fit the circumstances of last night.

We needed to get something settled about our living arrangements, as well. I had a sinking feeling that as long as we stayed at this motel, or even in this area, that Mack could become a huge wedge in our relationship. After what he had said he wanted to do to Jason, I knew I could never get together with him again. He had already shown me twice how easily he could sway my better judgment and I was truly afraid of what else he might force from me while under his mystic power of seduction.

And then there was what would happen to me every time I would think about Mack. Every new rendezvous had brought an increase in his intensity that left my knees weaker than the last. Even when he showed a rougher side to himself last night, it was to just the right degree that was well within my limits. And then that cock of his? Just thinking about having it in me made me crush my pussy lips into a scrunching motion which would send a rippling wave of erotic heat through me.

However, after I would come down from my highs, Jason would be right there to remind me what I had to lose. Okay, maybe I couldn’t do without the extra curricular sex anymore, but it didn’t mean Mack was going to be the one I would seek out for it anymore. I knew I couldn’t replace what Jason brought into my life and I could never hurt him that way. At least not on purpose! I still had to face losing him on a daily basis under these new rules and that was frightening to me. A world without him just wouldn’t be the kind of world I would want to live in.

I finally grabbed Jason when he came back to our room after using my phone. It turned out that he was checking on his job and he was all smiles, so I knew he was starting soon. It turned out that they told him to go in on Monday. That reminded me to tell him that I was going to get a job myself and was going to start looking the next day. It was about time I began putting something into the kitty if I was going to have all these new privileges.

We sat down at the table and I began apologizing again for betraying him last night, not to mention going back on my word to him. I think I got to the part too quickly that really bothered Jason the most though when I began asking about what I had found out about him; the nasty words I assaulted him with and his obvious arousal at his new duty.

I gave him a minute to think about it and then in an understandably shy way he suggested something that seemed rather feasible. It would allow us both the ability to have plausible deniability which in turn would serve to spare our pride. After all, I didn’t care to hurt his feelings anymore than he cared to hurt mine. His suggestion was that I do what I want to do as long as I do it safely and it makes me happy. He would allow me to explore my new way of life, unfettered and as openly as I wanted. That is, as long as no one he knew got wind of it.

In return, he saw no reason to explain things I thought I had found out, or might discover in the future, that he really didn’t care to talk about. Jason explained that he was happy allowing me to think however I wanted to about him as long as he didn’t need to explain anything to me. I could see his embarrassment was the force behind his offer, but since I wanted answers, that didn’t really set well with me. He did give me a moment of truthfulness that I really couldn’t argue with that made it clear why he simply wanted us to continue floating along on our present paths. He wasn’t sure what was going on with his thoughts other than knowing how much he loved me, didn’t want to lose me, and didn’t really care as long as I came back to him smiling and happy.

Everything he said seemed to be beneficial only to me, and when I asked him about that, he took another long pause. “It’s like this,” he started. “I’m not sure what’s true anymore. I thought I knew, but I’ve been put through so many different situations lately that I can’t figure out what I think anymore. But when I see you smiling the way you do, I just know I don’t need anything more than that. I’ll be honest with you; yeah the last few days have been really awful for me in ways, especially after each incident, but you don’t get to see and feel what I do.”

I was trying to figure out how this sweet guy could take so much abuse and yet be satisfied with the current situation in any way. I asked him to tell me more in an attempt to understand.

“It’s like when you kissed that guy yesterday just to make your stupid point. It drove me nuts seeing you rub up to another guy and then French him like that. And at first I thought you were just trying to stick it to me again, but then I finally caught on that you were just making a point to me. You were there next to me again because I’m your real choice. Remember the next thing I did?”

“Not really,” I answered with a puzzled tone.

“I stared at your face and just… took in your smile. You were so fucking happy with life and I still felt like you were really my girl. Yeah, I was jealous that another guy got a flirtatious kiss from you… but I was also sort of glad that you got that kiss, too. You’re my girl and seeing you be able to be that happy and free is such a turn on for me. Most couples feel trapped in their lives, but being able to take that kiss and not feel bad and even beam over it, is something that most girls could never do.” I saw him struggling to make me understand what was in my new way of life that really benefited him. Finally he said things that had to drag his pride and self-esteem right through the muck.

“Okay, so you did all kinds of horrible things to me last night and I felt betrayed, and jealous, and… exactly the things you were calling me. You don’t understand how much seeing you smile and being happy means to me. I even dealt with you calling me a… a fucking queer because… you should have seen your face. You thought I got hard because I liked that crap, but really I had a fucking boner because, I saw… how thrilled you were, and how happy doing that to me was getting you so fucking excited. It’s like that time you warned me that there was only one time when I could refer to you as a bitch; when I was claiming you during sex. Remember, you said how nasty it made you feel and turned you on. And look at you now. Just thinking about that you’re sitting here smiling and remembering how good you felt. I’ve caught you smiling all morning whenever you thought I wasn’t looking.”

“But if you’re not gay, then how can you do that stuff?” I paused to wait for him to answer, but I began figuring out that it was just because he loved me that much. If it made me happy to make him eat bugs, he would probably do it. He answered me anyways.

“Luckily, I never have had to do it; each time I was forced. Think about it! Each time I didn’t really have a choice. Yeah, I could have gotten away from you, but look at how hard you were trying to show me how much you wanted to make me do that. To see you that excited and turned on drives me nuts and the rest of the crap I just blanked out. When I saw your face last night as you were sliding up my chest, it was sick seeing you get so much pleasure out of forcing me to do something so fucking disgusting, but you looked so… powerful, and so determined; I felt like you were almost raping me and that I had to be your slave to satisfy you. That was why I got hard. And when you got so turned on seeing that, watching your reactions and hearing your little screams of pleasure… it was like having sex with you even though you weren’t really looking at it that way. Your wild reactions were so intense that I felt like I was fucking you just lying there and letting you do what you needed to do. And when I got you to cum as hard as you did, I can’t believe it myself… but I did, too. It wasn’t because I liked what you were doing to me, it was because it made you feel that good to do it to me.”

I was flabbergasted. I stared at him and realized I was the luckiest bitch on the face of the planet. Everything he said had made so much sense when I remembered his reactions to everything. He hadn’t given in because he liked the mess Mack left; he was giving in because he saw how driven I was to make him do something so nasty.

I asked, “What about that first night? I saw how weirdly… turned on you were when those guys were holding you. They had just sodomized you and you looked pissed at me, but still, you didn’t yell and scream at me like most guys would have and …” I began seeing his reactions that night along the same lines and asked, “It was that sneer I gave you, wasn’t it? I was smiling because I thought I was getting even with you, pranced around naked and making a big production out of wiping myself up, but all you saw was how happy I was at what I had done…” I thought about how I had berated him over the stains on his shirt and face and realized I was smiling again over what they had done to him. “You’d walk through Hell over hot coals if it made me happy, wouldn’t you?”

“Pretty much, yeah!”

Now I needed to take a walk alone and told him I had to think. Abby called me just as I got out the door and I deftly told her that I had “figured it all out” and would call her later. The truth was that I was still just putting everything into place and couldn’t believe Jason could be that giving and caring of a person; yet nothing in his past had ever been to the contrary. I suddenly felt foolish over thinking that he ever would have cheated on me in the first place. I thought about how tormented he looked as I made him do those nasty things and even called him emasculatory names, and then I understood it wasn’t an act for him.

I was really feeling all kinds of low when Mack came to mind and I saw how wrong he had been, and how fucking him had been so tumultuous for Jason. But no, it hadn’t been; it made me smile… so it was…

I was so confused and even as I remembered how our conversation had started out, it only left me more confused. Jason had told me to keep living my life to be as excited and as happy as I wanted to be; it was as if his happiness was derived directly from mine. And then like a flash of light, it came to me…that was it! That was the crux of all this. Jason enjoyed his sex life when I enjoyed mine. But that had its problems too when I realized that Jason and I hadn’t fucked once since being in town. I had been getting everything and he hadn’t gotten laid once. I felt so horribly selfish, but then I remembered offering him sex and he declined. I guess it could have been that sloppy seconds didn’t really appeal to him, or that maybe he was just giving me time to grow into this new life. Whatever the reason, I was going to give him the fuck of his life tonight and began preparing how I would do that for him. Mack was definitely not going to be a part of the picture; tonight or ever again.

I stopped to look at a pair of shoes in the store window next to me and then I caught my reflection. At first I just noticed my own smile, and then I realized how odd it was to be smiling so boldly without some cause right there in front of me. But when I thought about it, I had plenty of cause. Mostly, all the guilt I had been harboring over the past days had all seemed to disappear. I felt so free and unburdened. I was in a relationship where I could feel free to say anything, do anything, and all I had to give in return was my true love. The rest of my walk had me seeing my reflection over and over as just a bubbly young girl in love with her life. That’s not an easy thing to achieve.

Abby called me again, but I didn’t care to talk to her then and didn’t take her call. But then I remembered how that sweet little goblin had done all this to me; to us. She had been right, but in so many ways for the wrong reasons. I had needed to get some of my old life back, and having Jason openly sharing it with me was the wildest thing a girl could ever hope for, but it wasn’t because we both liked guys and could share them. It was because I no longer had to hide my most intimate feelings from him. I was going to give that girl such a huge hug and kiss when I saw her next.

Timing was certainly one of Mack’s greatest assets and he proved it again. While I was nearly skipping down the sidewalk, a car pulled up next to me and it was him. I leaned over to see his chiseled and self confident smile. I saw no harm in talking to him and squatted next to his passenger door to talk through the window. His timing was pretty good actually, because I really needed to tell him everything between us was over. And when I did, he refused to accept it just as I thought he would. I spent several minutes telling him over and over why we would never hook up again, but he kept pointing to my smile and mentioned all the wild times we had shared. I thought to myself that I had to have one hell of a smile if even my second lover kept bringing it up.

Just then a cop pulled up behind Mack and told him he couldn’t block the street. It’s not like he was actually in anyone’s way because there were four lanes and parking on each side. But Mack wanted to keep talking and between him telling me to jump in and the cop repeating his order to move along, I jumped in. I warned him not to go far, so he pulled into a parking lot and turned off his car.

The next few minutes was spent with him trying to grope me and me fighting his hands off. It was almost comical how each of us seemed so driven to have it our way. All the while I was trying to tell him what had been going on since he really hadn’t known that I had been using him for a fuck just as much as he had been using me. That brought up a barrage of pleading for one last wild romp. I stayed fast to my desires… until he got smart on me. Something I never really would have expected to come from him.

Mack started reminding me of all the little details of our intimate encounters and how he had seen certain things driving me over the edge. He even went as far as telling me how I had been enthralled at seeing his cock going in and out of me the night before, and the vision of that got to me. He knew that wasn’t a sight a girl often got to see and I admitted that it had been the first time I had seen something that erotic happening to me so… right in my face. Before I knew it, I realized his hand was rubbing my crotch and the fucker had me turned on to the max. The bastard had won over my body and now it was teaming up with him to win over my mind.

The next thing I knew, we were standing in front of my motel room with me warning him to be nice to Jason or he would be going home alone with his right hand. I opened the door and saw Jason smiling at me; probably drawn into a false sense of happiness over my own bright-eyed smile. But I knew the exact moment he saw Mack behind me when his smile turned sour.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this again to you, but I’m sorry. Mack saw me down the street and… I promised him one last time. I’m so sorry, honey.”

I saw a slight shrug of his shoulders and even though his smile had faded, I knew he wasn’t really angry with me. I was just being a slave to my needs. Then I had to get cruel once more and said, “We need the room again. Would you mind?” I saw him sigh and began standing. I started to walk over to him, but Mack held me tight. I knew he was laying claim to me since I had agreed to be his for yet another tryst, and could only offer Jason a look of apology as he went for the door.

“Don’t go far, Jay,” I told him.

Mack added, “Yeah, little guy. You can wait on the balcony if you want and listen. It’ll only take me a few minutes to get her screaming and then you can have her.”

I elbowed Mack to hush him up and I watched Jason walk through the door. Yet again he was leaving his girl to fuck another guy and I bit my lip over how I knew this wasn’t his real wish, but was only doing it because he knew it would make me happy. I was treating him so badly.

Three minutes later, I was nearly begging Mack to come back into the room. Even though one of the other motel dwellers was right next door and seeing that I was begging another man to come back to me other than the guy I lived with, I needed what he had to offer me. Mack just kept going and I looked around for Jason before finally shutting the door.

Mack had been such a fucker to me that I couldn’t believe it. I was so pissed at him and yet totally still in heat. I needed to get fucked, yet he left me high and dry. I stomped around the room knowing that even my fingers couldn’t match what I had been expecting to have, and even when Jason got back I wouldn’t want him to even try to appease my sexual needs. Yeah, he was a great lover, but he just didn’t have the equipment I had been looking forward to, nor the brash style I was now craving. That fucking Mack knew exactly what he was doing to me.

About ten minutes later, Jason came back into the room very slowly. I could tell he was surprised to see me traipsing through the room, fully dressed and not in a very pleasant mood. He said how he had seen Mack driving past him and then asked, “I guess you two had a fight?”

I almost screamed at him and sarcastically asked, “You think?”

I saw how he looked like I had just bitten his head off, but even though I felt really bad about doing that, I just turned and hid my face from him.

Jason cowered as he said to me, “I’m sorry, I saw how much you wanted to... you know? What happened so quickly? He wasn’t here five minutes.”

I spun around to take another bite out of him when I realized just how unfair I was being to him and finally caught myself. I sighed and decided to lie to him to protect his pride even though I blamed him for my frustration. “I’m sorry! You’re right, I was expecting to get laid, but… that’s not going to happen.”

I hadn’t done that very well either. I knew he had to feel totally inadequate over that statement thinking that not only had I wanted another man to sex me up and it hadn’t happened, but now I was acting like a spoiled brat about it to such an extent that it had to make him feel totally useless.

I tried explaining it to him without telling him the truth and laid the blame at my own feet. “I’m sorry, but I’m just so frustrated now. He got me all worked up, and then, I don’t know…” I felt my heat finally subsiding. “I guess I pissed him off, or something. I guess you know better than anyone what a bitch I can be.”

Jason came over to me to give me a sympathetic hug, but he was still my spoiler and I didn’t want him near me. I pushed his hands away from me and curtly told him to leave me alone. I knew I was being totally unfair to him, but he was still to blame for my anxiety and I was pissed at him for ruining things for me; as unfair as it was.

The rest of the day dragged by with Jason and I just trying to maintain some distance. It wasn’t until I remembered how I was going to make it a special night for Jay that I even tried to pass off my anger as something else. I couldn’t be fooling him that well though, because it had to be very apparent that Mack and I never got together, and I’d been all pissy ever since.

I began prettying up for Jason around dark and thought we could take a walk hand-in-hand and talk for a while and then I’d jump his bones, but then he had to go and smile when he noticed what I had done. I made the mistake of asking why he was smiling and he told me that he was happy to see that I was taking another shot at Mack and even wished me luck.

“What?? I was getting dressed up for you. Why would you think I was taking another shot at Mack?”

I could see he was shocked but he tried telling me all the signs that he had every right to mistake. “Well, this is the time you got ready for him the past two nights, so I thought…” And then he just had to add, “And you’ve been rather happy for the last couple of hours. I just figured you were going to see him again at the bar.”

My mood tanked instantly as I explained to him what my plans had been and stormed back to the bathroom to dress down again. Even as I stewed in my own juices, I knew I was being a royal bitch without any real reason. I was pissed off at Jason one minute and then sad over what I was doing to him the next.

Finally, after a horrible night, Jason and I got back on an even keel the next day. The sweet bastard assumed he owned all the blame and began telling me that he actually felt sorry over what Mack had done to me, without even understanding the problem. He was so wrong in his assumptions, but I loved him for his effort to bend over backwards to make me feel better.

After supper, I had decided to give it another shot at sexing up my love and when he went out for some beer for us, I got dressed again. Nothing fancy; light makeup the way Jason preferred me and tight shorts and a matching top. When he got back, he saw I was ready for action, but after yesterday he wasn’t going to assume anything and kept his mouth shut. I knew he had something to say so I pulled him to the bed to talk to me about it.

Look, I know I took everything out on you yesterday, but I am really trying to do this all over again. I really want to be close to you tonight.” I grew mad when I saw him look away as if disappointed. It confused me and I demanded that he tell me what was so horrible.

Jason hesitatingly began, “You’re going to hate me… but I have something to tell you, and please don’t get mad at me. I don’t really have any choice here.” He looked all around as I tried to understand what he was trying to say to me. Was there a whole new problem now? “I was hoping you got dressed up for Mack.”

I stopped him right there and squealed, “Why would you do that to me again. I got dressed for you…”

He held up his hands to stop me and interrupted, “I know, but I was sort of hoping that you had the mindset for him. I know why you’ve been all mad and taking it out on me, but I… I just ran into him outside. He ordered me to tell you to meet him at the bar in twenty minutes. I know you want to make up with me, but… I know how badly you…” He searched hard for words that wouldn’t piss me off. “Look it, I won’t be pissed if you want to go see him. You can do this anytime, and I would prefer the happy, perky girl he turns you into.”

I was torn between taking off his head for daring to speak the truth and running across the street. But I realized how hard he was struggling to pacify me and I said, “I can’t do that to you again.”

Jason came over to me and cautiously went to hug me. I couldn’t blame him for his caution. Then the sweet bastard did it again. He fell on the sword to offer me a moment of pleasure. “Go ahead; I’ll be okay. I’ll keep an eye out and if you want to come back here go ahead and I’ll leave when I see you coming.”

I should have said “fuck Mack”, but what came out was, “Are you sure?”

I turned away from him to think and when I made up my mind, I turned back and said to him, “I’m not expecting much. I’m going just the way I am. And I’ll probably be right back anyway.”

Jason started in on why I figured I would be right back and wanted to know what had happened to sour the good thing I had with Mack. I hadn’t told him in a day and a half and I wasn’t about to now either. Suddenly, the twitch between my legs was back and I kissed him and said I’d be right back. At the door I turned back and asked, “Just in case, you going to really be watching? I seriously don’t want you in here if we do come back.”

He promised he would and I thanked him for being the most wonderful boyfriend in the world. On my way to the bar, the tingling wasn’t to the point it had been in the past. I knew Mack was the type of guy to hold to his plan and that meant I wasn’t expecting much to have changed since yesterday. I looked down at my outfit and decided to pull my boobs up a little to give them a more pert and attractive appearance.

I was pleasantly surprised to be walking back across the road with Mack ten minutes later. He had instantly smiled at my appearance in the bar and all seemed well, but just before the roadway, he pressed me again. I stopped and asked him about his plans and even though he had done his best to get me sexually flustered before heading for my room, I wasn’t giving in to his demand.

I happened to see the door to our motel room open and knew Jay was leaving since we were in sight. But Mack insulted Jason one more time and I flipped him off and walked back across the road by myself. I saw Jason standing in the window and that meant he had seen us fighting. I really didn’t want any of his shit right now and I knew he was going to start the second I got through the door. He was going to be all sympathetic and sickeningly sweet to me and since he was the great spoiler once again, I was in no mood for it.

Just as I thought, he was trying to needle me for why Mack hadn’t come back with me and acting all… apologetic. I didn’t want to say a word of what I was thinking, so I just stormed around our puny little room. I couldn’t possibly have been acting any more like a spoiled child not getting her way. And strangely enough, Jason picked that moment to get a backbone to stand up as the man he had been a week ago.

“Damn it! If I’m going to get treated like shit, I should at least know why. You’re acting like I’ve done something wrong; like I’m in the way. Is that it? Should I just leave so you two can be alone forever?”

I was pissed, but not really at Jason. But his words told me just how unfair I was treating him. I guess from his eyes it did appear that he was in the way, but telling him just how, would certainly destroy him. I guess that was the real crux of what was bothering me. He was the problem with why I couldn’t get laid by Mack and why he had been taunting me, but with him already giving more to me than any guy has ever given to his girl, I couldn’t bring myself to going back to destroying him. I knew the only answer left was to move on, dump all ideas of ever getting together with Mack again, and work on making things better between Jason and me.

“No,” I cried back, “I don’t want you to leave and you’re not in the way. I’m just so frigging frustrated and that damn guy just did it to me again. It’s all getting me so fucking pissed off.”

“But you’re taking it out on me. The only thing I’ve done is try to make you happy. I just told you fifteen minutes ago that I’d leave the room for you for a third time.”

I was in the middle of a hissy-fit and it wasn’t allowing me to let it go. “You just don’t understand. It’s all your fault. Mack just wanted…”

Even as those words left my mouth, I felt awful for having said them. I saw the look of shock rush over his face and knew I had just stuck a knife into his heart.

“I can’t believe you. I let this guy fuck my girlfriend, I let the two of you kick me out of my own room, and now I hear ‘Mack just wanted’? What the fuck else do I have to give him? And you’re mad at me for not being able to read your mind?” I turned away and began crying as he asked that one last question that begged me to twist that knife. “What the fuck does he want from me now?”

I dropped my head and saw the way I was dressed, and then felt ill over what I was thinking. My dress indicated just what I had become in all this. I had Jason’s answer and I knew it would explain everything to him, but it was so cruel that even letting him know about it was just wrong. He kept bugging me to tell him why everything was his fault and even told me that I could give him anything he wanted and he wouldn’t care. That was when I hit rock bottom in my love affair with Jason and I finally said between my tears, “I can’t give it to him.” I knew the rest was coming, but he would have to drag it from me.

“What is it, Bliss? Does he want to hurt you or something? I know you said you were worried that he was getting too intense. I love you and I’ll do anything it takes to help you. What does he want from you?”

I barely heard my words squeaking out of me. “He doesn’t want it from me.”

Jason’s silence was telling me that he understood that Mack wanted something from him. He probably thought Mack wanted me all to himself or something, but he had no idea how much worse things could be. I now believed that Jason wasn’t gay in the slightest and that meant what I knew and was trying to spare him from hearing, would be extremely demeaning to hear.

Jay finally asked, “What does he want? He wants you to move away with him, doesn’t he?”

I shook my head and felt my tears fly from my cheeks. And then my poor love asked the right question; one that was easy enough to answer finally.

“Bliss, what else do I have to give him?”

I could have spent an hour in a female fashion telling him what Mack wanted, but this was one time I understood the nature of male grunting. It was short, to the point, and was very concise. After feeling a flood of tears running down my face for how I was about to hurt Jason, I spoke my own grunt, “Your mouth!”

I didn’t dare look at Jason and add to his humiliation. I had been fighting it for two days now and had resigned to never let him know what had really been going on behind his back. I had a flood of words ready to come out of me, but I had to wait until I knew he was ready to hear more.

Finally, Jason asked, “What’d you tell him?”

“No,” I cried, “Why do you think this has all been happening. Mack keeps asking me to set you up, and I keep refusing. That’s what I’ve been trying to hide from you. Okay?”

“And that’s why he keeps walking away from you?”

“Yes,” I said, “and that’s why I’ve been so fucking frustrated. He keeps romancing me until I’m all gaga, and then… he just leaves.”

“So, that’s why it’s all my fault? That’s why you’ve been taking it out on me; because you’re blaming me for something I didn’t even know about?”

I nodded my head and he started for the door. I begged him not to walk off, but he told me he needed something stronger than a beer and was going to the liquor store down the street. I guess he knew I didn’t believe him and offered me, “I’ll be right back.” He turned and after opening the door, he looked at me and said, “You know, I…”

Jason couldn’t finish his sentence, but as he let the door shut behind him I knew exactly what the fucker was going to say, and it pissed me off. He was going to tell me that he would have done it for me, and I just about hated him for that. How could he even think of offering his manhood as some sort of sacrifice to me? I wasn’t worthy of that sacrifice. I clenched my fists in rage that I had broken him so much that he could even think of allowing himself to be abused by another one of my lovers. That wasn’t part of the deal Jason had offered me, and I certainly wasn’t going to be a party to him getting sodomized a second time. I was still trying to deal with what had happened to him when I had thought he had cheated on me. He may be forgiving me for my part in that, but I hadn’t forgiven myself.

Jason came back as he had said and I tried to explain all the complex feelings ruling my body, but everything I said seemed to come out wrong. I finally gave up and tried to give him the full story about how things got to this point.

“That first night… when I had you do that… for me. Mack had conned me into doing that to you. He had me convinced that you would do it because he said you were, you know, queer. I told him you wouldn’t and so, I tried to prove him wrong. But after you started doing it, I thought he was right, so I kept going. I had no idea you were doing it just because I wanted it.”

I saw him taking in my words rather well as he started on his first drink, so I kept on going. “The second night, which was the night he tied… my legs back, he wanted me to do it to you again. After he’d already started… you know, he stopped and wouldn’t start again until I agreed. He even made me promise him before he would do it. That was why I ended up breaking my promise to you. I figured you were gay at the time and could handle it. But then he started telling me how he was… training you by my doing that to you, and that was the next step. I figured that I probably wouldn’t ever see him again and that it wouldn’t matter. I told him I would do it one more time because I thought he was right about you, but that I wouldn’t be a party to training you.”

Jason asked between sips, “You knew he was training me? You didn’t ask him what for, or why?”

“You know how dumb I can be when I’m… that way. I swear, I didn’t know what he was leading to until yesterday morning. That’s when he told me that he wanted to put you in your place, and… and wanted to make you… give him a blowjob. He said then that he could have at me anytime, or anyplace he wanted me and you wouldn’t be able to stop him. When I refused to do that to you, he told me that he wouldn’t fu… well, you know. That’s why he left in about two minutes. You have to believe me, Jason. I never would have done anything if I knew that was what he had planned.”

The next twenty or thirty minutes was spent on debating Mack and how he had so much control over me just because of his dick. It was so awkward, but I tried explaining to him why I had been meeting up with him all along. Jay understood that Mack was a lot larger than he was, down there, and especially understood the animal attraction a guy like him had on a girl like me. Jason seemed to grasp the situation a lot better than I was and even began joking about what had become of us. I swore that I wasn’t going to seek out Mack anymore and that his greatest fear would be the next guy I chose to go out with on a date. It was awesome to see him laugh over the thought of that.

But since Jason appeared to be getting jovial while getting wasted, I told him how I knew what he was going to offer before leaving earlier. I told him how now that I knew he wasn’t gay, that I would never take things that far. I would never force him to do something that belittling to his character, to his manhood. I had taken enough from him; I couldn’t possibly go that far now that I knew he was totally straight. I added that I wouldn’t even expect the other stuff to happen nearly as often as I had told him I would do that first night. But now that I knew he could do it and it wouldn’t kill him, I knew I would try to get him to do it whenever I was that horny and my extra curricular activities had left me wanting.

Jason repeated that he would do just about anything for me and I began kissing him. I happened to see that all of the sex talk had had a slight effect on the storage capacity of his shorts and even though I really wasn’t into it, I offered to fuck his brains out. A simple smile told me that he would love having at me after everything that had gone on.

I told him I needed to take a shower to spruce up for him a little and headed for the bath. While in the shower, I was feeling guilty over not really being into the thought of screwing Jason. It was only an hour ago that I was traveling across the street in hopes of getting laid by a much larger cock and had even been hoping for something even more intense than the hobbling had been. I decided to twist my head into a better place and renew the makeup I had put on earlier for Jason in the first place.

After I wrapped a towel around myself, I decided that maybe a quick and lewd dance in front of Jason might pick up my hopes, so I went out to give it a try. I had barely started my sexy little strip tease and saw that flashing my boobs seductively was really making Jason smile like he use to, and then that fucking Mack and his timing cursed me.

There was a loud knock at the door and I freaked. I wrapped the towel around me and went to look out the peep hole. I had to get on the tips of my toes to see out, and fell flat footed when I saw it was Mack. With Jay in the room, and me in just a towel, I really didn’t want to let him in. I turned to see that Jason had read my reactions and knew who was on the other side of the door. A second, louder knock scared me and I told Jason I wasn’t going to open it for him, but then Mack began shouting out for me. I was afraid that someone might call the cops and decided to open the door just a little to tell him to keep quiet and go away.

Mack took the opening to his advantage and pushed through the door, and shut it behind him. He eyed me in my towel and I began melting under his stare.

“I thought you wanted nothing to do with me,” I said.

Mack stared me down and then took a look at Jason on the bed; making me very worried that Mack was between him and the door. I took a step towards him to distract his attention and could smell he had been drinking pretty heavily. I asked, “So, why are you here if you know I won’t do what you wanted?”

Mack motioned for me to come closer to him, and when I didn’t, he barked loudly for me to do so. I was really worried for Jason now that Mack was displaying an aggression I hadn’t seen before. When I stepped within reach, he pulled me to him and began feeling my boobs through the towel. He wasn’t feeling me up as much as he was rubbing it into Jason’s face that he could and I wouldn’t stop him.

After fondling me for a while, Mack wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me from moving away from him and asked me, “You get him ready to do it yet, bitch?”

I pushed on his chest to get away from him, but he held me tight to his body. I told him yet again that I wouldn’t do that to Jason and he pulled my towel open. I grabbed to catch it, but he took a hold of my wrist until I let it fall away from me. Being suddenly nude in my lover’s arms as my boyfriend was only ten feet away and watching caused an instant reaction in my lower regions. I grabbed Mack’s cock through his pants and asked him if he was ready to fuck me yet. He implied he was, so I turned to Jason and asked him to leave.

Jason got off the bed and was four feet from leaving, and I felt good that he was getting out while he could, but Mack wasn’t allowing me to move him away from the door.

“Come on, Mack. Let him go. You have me right here.”

I even rubbed up invitingly against him, and I figured it was working when he ran his hand up my thigh. I felt him slide two fingers into me and curled them forward to hit my G-spot. I withered under his touch and tried pulling him by the hand now so well attached to me. I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and tried hard to pry him from the door to let Jason escape, but he didn’t budge. I snapped my head towards Jason to let him know how important it was becoming for him to leave. I could see he knew what Mack was capable of in his drunken state and a pretty clear look of fear was on his face.

I started throwing myself at Mack and kissing him as passionately as I could. The way we were intertwining in front of Jason’s eyes would have bothered me if not for the fear I was feeling for his safety. I finally managed to turn his body away from the door slightly and waved Jason to try to force his way by, but he stood there like a deer in headlights. When Mack caught on to what I was doing he pulled away from me, but kept a hold of me with the fingers still planted within me. Those fingers were having a very devastating effect on me. Standing there fully nude and being held in place like a finger puppet was erotic to say the least.

Mack hadn’t liked my trying to help Jason leave the room and leered at him. I knew that look and he was thinking about what he wanted to do. I tried to spin around into his arms to provoke him into wanting to take me, but he merely twisted his fingers until I stood back where he wanted me. I looked over at Jason again and began begging him with my eyes to jump out the window if necessary.

Mack grinned at me and asked, “Tell him… tell him what you want him to do.”

“No, I don’t want that. I told you, he’s not gay. Just leave him alone.” I could see Mack’s own heat was overcoming him and he had a fixed stare on Jason that was unnerving him. “Please, Mack. Don’t do this. I’ll do whatever you want. Just let him go.”

Mack turned briefly towards me and said, “You know what I want. Tell him, NOW!”

Raising his voice into a demand only added to what his fingers were doing to me. I looked at Jay again and shook my head trying to keep from telling him what I knew Mack wanted to hear. I begged Mack again, “Please… don’t do that to him.”

Mack grew very stern and said pointedly, “You do it, or I will.”

I saw the fire coming to his red eyes and looked at poor Jason. I knew if I didn’t do it that he was in serious risk of getting hurt. I would rather it just be his ego behind a closed door getting hurt than his entire body. I was so perplexed over what to do, and finally decided that if I at least helped Mack that I could somewhat control things. Just thinking that way told me that Mack had taken over my sexual being once again and I struggled to remember my loyalty really remained with Jason.

Mack was growing very impatient with me and roared, “Do it, bitch. You know you want to see him do it. Tell him!”

I was riving in mental pain, but faced Jason and told him, “I’m sorry honey, but you know what he wants. Come over here… and I’ll help you.” I felt like I was pleading with him again as I had the first night he had tasted Mack. Remembering how that had eventually worked, I began pleading with him not to fight what would eventually happen to him. “Come here, Jason. I promise I’ll make this as easy for you as I can.”

Jason was looking betrayed, befuddled, and scared at the same time. Mack had started toying with the fingers holding me away from him, and I was losing my will power to fight him quickly. I reached out for Jason’s hand, but he just stood there in his frozen state. Since he had done everything so far so as to please me, I tried that tactic to induce him near me.

“Honey, this was what I was talking about. Mack won’t fuck me again until you do this for him. It’s no different than what you did for his friends. Just pretend I’m not even here if you want. I’ll even go into the bathroom if you don’t want me to see.”

Mack was finally accepting my efforts to please him and I could tell that by how he began working his fingers into a fucking motion. When I found myself spreading my legs to feel his attempts to arouse me better, I knew it was over for Jason. I begged him one last time to let me help him through this, but all he did was shake his head slowly as if to say he couldn’t do this for me.

And just that quick, it was out of my hands. I forced my way forward and began Frenching Mack. I knew what he would do next, but I wanted some measure of control and figured handing Jason over to him willfully might gain that power. However, I did it with a measure of warning.

Mack whispered to me, “Playtime’s over.”

I whispered back, “I know.” I pleaded with him to be nice about it and then I slammed both of the palms of my hands hard into his chest; knocking him off balance and against the door. His fingers fell out of me and as he looked somewhat astonished over my assault on him, I told him loud and in no uncertain terms as I pointed a finger in his face, “Don’t you dare fucking hurt him!”

I stared up at his face as I saw his resolve to take over for me, after having relinquished my job to him. I gave him another push backwards with both hands as if it were a final warning not to hurt Jason, and slowly began backing away. I kept walking backwards ever so slowly as I saw Mack looking over his prey. For the most part, whatever happened from here on was out of my hands, and I was nothing but a voyeur to it now. Jason was still frozen in place and I could see him just waiting for it to happen.

When I had backed up to the far side of the bed, I went alongside it until I was in the middle of the mattress and crawled onto it. I sat in the middle of it on my knees at first, and then squatted, pushing my legs out flat to each side of me. Mack began walking to Jason with such an evil grin on his face, and I felt my own fingers running over my clit. I knew as this happened to my sweet love that I was going to masturbate over it. I was in such an aroused state that guilt didn’t even come to mind.

Mack commanded rather loudly for Jason to get on his knees, but when he didn’t move, Mack snatched him by his beautiful long hair and began dragging his body to the floor. Watching him manhandle Jay was so surreal and I felt my body shudder as Jason’s knees buckled under the tugging motion. Both of my hands were now in my crotch and even when I saw a tear run down Jason’s cheek, all I cared about was my own needs.

But my desires grew to a point where I needed to be a part of Mack’s lewdness, and I started to give instructions to Jason. “It’s going to be okay, sweetie. Don’t fight him and he won’t hurt you. Just close your eyes and do as he wants and it’ll be over in no time at all.”

Jason’s eyes fought to see me and he had to see that I was frigging myself wildly over his degradation. Mack was working his pants down and I thought Jason would break out crying when his massive cock bobbed up before his eyes. It looked so much bigger than Jason’s when it was in front of his face. I wondered if the size of Mack’s cock was scaring him or if his hairy balls were bothering him worse. Mack never let up on his hold of Jason’s hair and my poor lover’s face was so twisted up in fear. It had to be so much more embarrassing for him having to suck another man’s cock in front of me than those men behind the bar. At least I hadn’t been there to bare witness to his humiliation. When Mack began rubbing his cock over Jason’s face, one of my hands scrunched at my boobs to enhance what would be my first orgasm of the night. I knew there would be more before Jason was done with my other lover.

I thought I would faint when Mack finally got his cock started between Jason’s lips and slid it in deep. Jason gagged on it and the sound emanating from his throat forced my fingers to go into a frantic mode of manipulation. I watched Mack feeding his cock into Jason’s mouth over and over until he would make him gag and then repeat the motion.

There was a knock at the door and someone called out something. Mack commanded me to answer it, and I struggled to get my feet under me and rushed to the door. I picked up the towel and clutched it to my front while seeing that Mack wasn’t missing a beat with Jason. I looked out the peep hole to see a gruffy guy standing there. I told Mack what I saw and he told me to let him in; that he had invited him along. I hesitated until Mack demanded me to open the door for him. Still trying to cover myself with the towel, I slowly opened the door. My mind was going a mile a minute as I came to the conclusion that perhaps if this had to happen to Jason, that two men wouldn’t be much worse than just Mack. However, that hadn’t been Mack’s plan.

Mack looked back over his shoulder as his friend tried peeking around him to see the tortured face of his blowboy, and told the guy, “I’m busy with this one. You can have her.”

I was shocked that he thought he could just hand me over to another totally strange man like that, but standing there with a tiny piece of cloth that did nothing to hide the fact that I was butt naked made such a thing seem almost expected. The guy came at me rather quickly and snatched the towel away from me. I covered myself the best two hands can cover three vital body parts, but I quickly saw I was face-to-face with another animal much like Mack.

I was occupied trying to control what seemed like six hands to my two, but when the man saw me keep looking towards the union of Mack’s cock and the mouth of the much smaller guy choking on him, he asked me who the “kid” was servicing his friend.

Without even thinking about my own pride, I responded with, “That’s Jason. He’s my boyfriend.”

The guy groping away at me picked me up and threw me parallel on the bed just a few feet from where Jason was being assaulted. I lay there watching Jason being gagged and tormented while Mack held his head in place; now with both hands tangled up in his hair. I was so enthralled at watching what Mack was doing to my love that I barely peeked at the man at the foot of the bed stripping down to have at me. And when he was ready and began climbing onto the bed, Mack told him that he had his “hobbles” in his pants. I saw the effect that had on the man’s grin and he quickly went to the back of Mack’s legs to fish the restraints from his back pocket.

Mack seemed to be taunting Jason over getting to see me trussed to the bed again, and when I saw Jay’s eyes striding to see me, I tingled over remembering what it had felt like to be hobbled that first time. Now I was interested in what my new lover was wielding between his legs and gazed at his cock as he began walking on his knees towards me. Between what was happening to Jason, thinking about the position I would soon be in, and the smirk on the man’s face coming at me; I was dripping wet.

The guy affixed both of the restraints to my ankles first as I willingly held still for him, and then he hoisted my left leg up to the bedpost to throw the loop in place. I turned to see Jason was still struggling to see what was happening to me even as he fought to get air. Our eyes seemed to lock onto each other’s as the man slung my right leg over my head and finished attaching me to the bed as a fixture for him to use. He got between my legs and I reached out to feel the muscles in his chest, but I had to keep looking Jason’s way.

The man saw my fascination with what was happening to Jason and even though it was quite awkward, stooped forward enough so that I could reach his cock with my lips. Just before taking it into my mouth, I saw Jason watching to see if I would do what the man wanted, and I shot him a quick smile just as I turned to suck on it. It was so awkward, that he quickly lost interest and made himself comfortable between my wide spread legs.

I took it that this man didn’t have a normal place to park his cock, because he wasted no time in thrusting into me, and went about it very aggressively. Luckily, he wasn’t as big as Mack and it wasn’t as hard to accept his girth. I felt ashamed at first to allow any sounds come from me, almost afraid to admit to Jason how good it felt getting fucked liked I was; by a total stranger, unable to get away from him.

Mack paused from his jocular, quiet banter he had been taunting Jason with and asked me how well I had trained him. I first told him again that I hadn’t trained him and then asked him what he meant. He wanted to know if I had prepared him well enough that he would swallow.

My eyes snapped to Jason’s and I saw him waiting for my answer. Between the reaming I was taking and watching Jason struggling through giving another man a blowjob, I was a slave to the moment of euphoria.

Much to Jason’s dismay, I told him, “Jason is a fantastic lover. He’ll do whatever you tell him to; but you’ll have to help him.”

I watched Jason’s eyes close and I made a grab for the man’s chest busily fucking away at me. Just as the first time I was in this position, I began watching the man’s cock and what it looked like as it speared into me. I began shuddering just seeing the lewdness of it all and then I heard Mack telling us that he was about to make a real cocksucker of the “boy” on his cock. I turned to watch Jason struggle to do what we all knew was about to happen to him.

My eyes went between my two men trying to denote the exact moment that Mack began relieving himself. It was very obvious when Jason’s eyes suddenly flew open into a bulging horror. My entire body began quivering in a very unreal way, and that pushed my man over the edge, as well. Mack demanded very quickly for me to “prepare” myself for Jason and I knew exactly what he meant.

I watched and even felt the flood of warmth getting deposited in me, and when I thought he was half done, I grabbed the man’s cock and pulled it from me. I aimed it directly at my mons and watched as he shot three more spurts of his cum. When he stopped cumming, I wiped the tip of his cock clean against my clit. I looked over to see Mack smiling at my effort, and Jason was still gasping for air until Mack pulled away form his mouth.

Jason fell away from my sight trying to heave up Mack’s deposit, as fruitless as I knew that would be, and Mack and I stared at each other as I ran my finger tips over the globs of sperm. He saw I was obediently doing as I knew he wanted, using my fingers to swirl the mess into a bigger one through my pubic hair and over my clitoris.

My newest lover was removing my hobbles and Mack and I were exchanging glances. There was a perverse magic going on between us and we each looked at Jason as he was still bent over trying to clear his mouth of Mack’s cum. Then Mack made a nodding motion with his head as if to ask me if I was ready. I bit my bottom lip and nodded. He bent over to pull up his pants and then almost effortlessly lifted Jason onto the bed. I grabbed his hair and he immediately knew what I was going to make him do. He resisted strenuously until I started my sick little pleading bit.

Again I heard myself trying to calm him as if what I expected him to do was no big deal. “I know honey, you don’t want to do this again, but the bad man made such a mess of me.” I wrapped my legs around him and between them and my hands pulling on his hair, he had to come face-to-face with his task; and he finally began lapping at me.

I was so fixed on Jason working on me, that I hardly heard the noise of the door clicking shut behind Mack and his friend. I held Jason tight to my pussy by the locks of his hair, and as soon as we were alone, my verbal assaults started on him.

“See, this isn’t so bad now, is it? A lot easier than what Mack just had you do I bet. Stick that tongue of yours in reeeal deep… and get it all.” I couldn’t read Jason’s eyes because he was holding them closed, but I didn’t have to hold onto him as hard after he got started. I took that as a sign that the training that Mack had spoken of so often was actually taking hold of Jason and the idea that I was doing that training began to take on a whole new perspective for me. It left me feeling so powerful over him and that excited my clit to no end.

My words grew more vile towards Jason. “I may never admit to anyone that you’re gay, but in this bed, you’ll always be my secret little queer. When I saw Mack making you his cocksucker, I felt so bad for you, but it turned me on like you wouldn’t believe.” I relaxed my legs from around Jay’s body and ran the toes of my right foot under his abdomen. I was trying to feel his crotch, and when Jason lifted enough for me to do that, I saw he was showing me that he was extremely hard. Knowing that he was becoming a partner in my sickness, I threw every foul, vulgar and perverse name I could think of at him to see what drove him as I left my foot on his crotch.

“Now I have my cleanup boy, and Mack has himself a real cocksucker, I feel like I’m in heaven. You behaved so well for him. And now you’re cleaning me up after my new guy, and I don’t even know his name. I know you like my cream pie, but how much did you like sucking Mack’s cock in front of me? Wasn’t that awesome knowing I was watching?”

I felt his cock twitching after every taunt. He might not have a taste for doing these things on his own, but he had little problem helping me play out my fantasies. Just about that time I learned a really big secret; Jason was actually tasting the sperm he was cleaning up and not just blocking it out of his mind to get the job done. I guess it would probably be hard to separate the two, though. I saw him making a strange face and asked, “What’s the matter, sweetheart, doesn’t the new man taste as good as Mack?”

I was somewhat floored when he shook his head. Besides leaving him self open for a new series of taunts, I now knew he had a favorite guy to clean up after. Jason had me close to cumming and I began dwelling on where all this new stuff might lead us to just as I felt my hips rising involuntarily into the air. That was when it became just how clear Jay was putting up with all my shit just to please me, because he wasn’t just phoning it in.

Jason began going at me just as fantastically as he always has and when I saw how he was using his tongue and lips to cause me extreme pleasure, his eyes were plastered to mine. Even as I was going into my fit of orgasmic pleasure I could see him smiling over his efforts. There was absolutely no mistake about it; Jason was putting up with all the rest of this stuff just to catch a glimpse of this one moment and how he was the cause of it.

The second my hips fell back to the bed and my twitching stopped, I ran my toes under him to check to see if he had ejaculated again, but he hadn’t. I felt a little bad that he hadn’t gotten as much from this event as I had and told him so. And even though I had released my grip on his hair, I watched as he continued driving his tongue into me and nibbling at my clit. He knew that under the right circumstances that I could cum a second time and he was clearly trying to make me do that this time.

I pushed on his head and blew out a sigh, “Wow, that was great! I love you Jay. I think I’m starting to understand all this from your eyes, but I can’t cum again right now. Give me a few minutes though and I’ll jump your bones.”

He spun away from me and I saw something was bothering him and after some prying I got him to tell me. He was feeling somewhat inadequate over his size and how he stacked up against the two men I had just thrown in his face. I couldn’t help but laugh at him and then I felt horrible.

“I’m sorry Jay, but sometimes you can be so dumb. Yeah, Mack is twice your size, but his body is twice your size, too. And Yeah, I have been going crazy to feel that meat pumping into me, nearly splitting me in two, but that’s like ten minutes of my life. Why you think I’ve been fighting to stay with you for the rest of the day? Not for one second have I thought about running off with Mack, being his girlfriend, or anything else. Let’s face it, honey, the guy’s a typical male pig. I see him as the wielder of a really nice thrill ride, but that’s it.”

Now it was obviously Jay that was catching on why I kept coming back to him. He was the whole package, and even if he did have a much smaller tool to work me over with, he knew what he could do with it to make up for his shortcoming in size. Or at least that’s the way it usually works. I began pulling him up between my legs again and after he saw I wasn’t just trying to use his face again, he allowed me to lead him. It took some doing, but after convincing him that I really wanted him to fuck me, he stabbed me with his prick. I wouldn’t tell him until later on that after my prior fuck that his cock really didn’t hold all that much for me in the way of thrills, but he did know how to aim it to hit my G-spot and that was another thing that Mack and his friend didn’t have a clue over.

I couldn’t help but tease my poor lover when he had a good deal of trouble keeping his cock in me. Between still being a bit loose for him and the lubrication still left from another man, losing his “place” was very easy. I had to admire him for his effort, though. As he worked his hardest to reclaim his woman, I realized that I should be starting out with Jason and ending with my other lover. I wasn’t really getting much out of his efforts, so my efforts were really just allowing him to feel like a man and get some of his dignity back. I helped in that area when I told him that the minute Mack had insisted on doing what he had to Jason that I was through with him. He didn’t really believe me since I had said that before and he began questioning me over the whole night.

Jay spoke up, “It wasn’t just him, you know. You helped him quite a bit. And I know you’ll being craving him again tomorrow.”

I smiled and answered, “I might be craving his cock, but not him. He violated the one thing I told him I wouldn’t let him do to you. I’m not going to let him near you again.”

Jason pointed out, “You’re acting like that’s the first time you set me up for that to happen.”

I got a little mad at him, but since I was really trying my hardest to help him finish his humping of me, I pointed out that I hadn’t set him up tonight. Mack had come by the Motel of his own volition. Then when I realized he was talking about our first night in town, I pointed out how that had all happened without my knowledge. I had just thought that they would torture him with the thought of it. Besides, that was when I truly believed he had cheated on me. I swore I wouldn’t make that mistake again.

As I lay under him trying to seem impressed with his thrusting, I went back to my earlier find. I asked, “You really didn’t like the taste of this guy as much as Mack, did you?” I could see he was having difficulty answering me, but I did feel a slight swelling in my pussy over my question. “And was it really that bad? You know… having to do that to Mack?”

Jason buried his head into my neck to hide his face and said, “It was bitter. And yes it was bad as all hell. You think having that happen was a thrill for me?”

“I know it wasn’t a thrill, and I do know the only reason you put up with it as well as you did was for me, but like you said, its only sex.”

I felt his prick growing a little soft and that meant that he was feeling belittled by something I thought had been awesome to watch. Since he was driven by my needs, I put it to him that way. “You’ll never understand what that was like for me. It’s one thing for any girl to witness something that carnal between two guys, but to witness it happening to my own boyfriend was out of this fucking world.” I felt his cock grow amazingly hard for me and added, “Watching Mack take control of you like that was like being out in the wild. You didn’t have a chance against him, and it was so brutal and raw.”

Jason stepped up his timing and his cock was poking my G-spot non stop. I saw that thinking about doing Mack for me was driving him into a frenzy and took another shot at enticing his perverted little mind. “I hope I don’t scare you, but I’m going to need to see that again sometime.”

Suddenly, Jason’s body stiffened and I felt my insides getting warm and wet. I realized how thinking of sucking a cock for me had pushed him over the top and smiled over my new information. I held him close to me and okay, lied a bit by telling him how wonderful of a fuck he had given me. I knew for sure now that his real talent was what his face could do to me between my legs. I stroked his hair for a moment and chuckled slightly as I remembered back to what he had said and asked, “Bitter?”

That even made Jason laugh a tiny bit and he answered, “Yeah… and a… little runny.”

I told him I presumed that he would prefer cleaning me up after Mack then, and after a lot of cajoling, he admitted that I was right.

We spent an hour cuddling and talking about everything from how it felt for me to be hobbled as I got fucked, to what it had really felt like for him having to suck another man’s cock. In the end, I got him to admit that everything he was doing was just because he was trying to please me. He even explained to me that despite not being in the least bit gay, that having to do such humiliating things in front of me was a major turn on for him, but only because he saw what it was doing to me. That part was really hard for me to wrap my mind around, but there was no denying that every time I had felt him growing hard, it related to my level of enthusiasm.

I figured out that a lot of my thrill came from… actually… his humiliation. Seeing him doing things I knew he felt was nasty and extremely embarrassing got me wetter than the Hoover dam. When I brought that up I found that his saving grace was the anonymity of it all. Since no one was around to witness anything, that really knew him anyway, the real problem to his ego and manhood was left with me. And other than what I knew, the rest went away minutes after it ended. He trusted me so much that being humiliated in front of me was acceptable to him. And he did trust me despite the things that had happened to him at my hands for the same reason he didn’t worry about me having fucks on the side; it was all about me being euphorically satisfied.

When Jason woke up, he saw I was just finishing packing our stuff up. I told him that we needed to switch motels so that we could get away from Mack. He looked very happy over that and sat up to ask for my thoughts.

I told Jason that I really wasn’t going to hook up with Mack again after he specifically overlooked my demands to leave him alone. I decided to poke a little fun at Jay, stared into space and said, “I’m sure going to miss that cock, though. Damn, that was nice.”

I smiled and looked over to see that Jason understood my quip. An hour later we had the car packed up and were driving down the road three miles to be closer to Jason’s new job. It was just enough distance so that Mack wouldn’t be able to find us.

Interestingly enough, after Jason said that the new motel we had pulled into looked fairly descent, I noticed a bar two doors down from us. It had live nude dancing by what the signs said and I teased him about needing to run over there to put in an application.

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