© Copyright 2003
This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If you're not both of those, don't read it. Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe. The fictional characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt.
If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here, congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.
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"Oh come on Katy! Let's just see if he'll do it!" The athletic young man tried to drag a brown haired beauty from the cab of his SUV.
Struggling to release her arm from his grasp, she responded sharply, while trying to keep the volume of her voice down, "I've been telling you all the way up here, I don't want to do it! Why won't you believe me, Josh!"
I let the dogs out but signaled them to hang back, and approached the young couple.
He was so engrossed in getting her out of the vehicle, and she in staying in, that neither saw me coming until I was right on top of them.
I was right behind him when her glance warned him I was there. He spun around, but had nowhere to go since my body filled the gap between the opened door and the side of the vehicle.
"See if he'll do what?" I asked evenly. I was well within his personal space, and he didn't like it at all.
"Oh, uh, hey! You must be Mr. Brenneman!" He stuck his hand out to shake. "I'm Josh Kingman!"
I ignored his hand. I had already recognized him as the quarterback for UI in Moscow. "See if he'll do what?"
He tried to read my expression while his hand hung awkwardly between us. Finally realizing that I wasn't going to shake it, he dropped it nervously to his side. "I uh, that is, we, uh... Well you see, Mr. Brenneman, a girl I know at Washington State told me about how you helped open up her, uh, shall we say, uh sexuality, and, uh, well, uh we, that is, uh, I wondered if you'd, uh do the same, you know, uh, stuff, for uh, Katy here."
He must have had pretty good lungs to get all that out in one breath, but more than his lung power, I marveled at my restraint in not having hit him before he finally spit it all out.
"Who was this girl?"
"Um, it was, uh, Cassie. Cassandra diCarlo." He looked smug, thinking he now had the inside track. I was thinking, however, that Cassie was going to learn a lesson about discretion on her next visit, and that she'd probably never speak to him again.
I turned to the girl, still sitting half out of the SUV. "Katy, I gather you aren't going along with this voluntarily?"
She was still pissed, and it showed in her voice, but it didn't override her manners, "No, Sir, Mr. Brenneman! He said we were going for a ride, and then, when we were on the highway, he drops this bomb on me about coming to see somebody who would 'open me up'! Seems I'm not submissive enough in bed!"
"I see. So you," I pointed at him "came here of your own free will, but you" I pointed at her, "did not. Is that accurate?"
They both nodded, though his nod was somewhat more hesitant than hers.
With my left hand, I grabbed a handful of his shirt, near his right shoulder, and said, "OK, you can stay." I looked at Katy and said, "If you want to help or watch, come on in, otherwise come back for him Sunday night."
Katy looked alarmed, as did Joshua. "Help or watch what!?" She blurted out.
I smiled up at her. "Don't worry, Katy. I won't do him any permanent damage. I just think it's time he learned what it's like to be the one NOT in control. To be at someone else's mercy. Want to help?"
An evil grin slowly crept across her face, but she wasn't completely stupid, "You won't do anything to me?"
I grinned back and tightened my grip against her boyfriend's escalating struggles. "Not unless you want me to - this is just a little attitude adjustment for our boy here."
Josh was finally getting the picture. He hadn't had any luck getting free of my hold on his shirt, partly because he was trapped between me and the door of the SUV, and partly because I wasn't trying to hold him in place, I was just holding on to him, and my hand followed along whenever he lunged one way or another, then pulled him back into position. He was about to take a swing at me, though the cramped space and my grip near his right shoulder hampered him somewhat, when I zapped him with the Taser I'd been holding behind my back. His body stiffened then started twitching as I held him upright against the door.
Katy gasped, then showed an uncertain smile when I displayed the Taser for her inspection. "That's just to make him a little more, shall we say, malleable."
I took a pair of handcuffs from my back pocket and secured his wrists behind his back, then stooped and let him fall forward across my shoulder. Adjusting my grip and standing upright I got him in a fireman's carry and started toward the house.
I looked back at Katy with raised eyebrows. "Coming?"
She wasn't too sure about my methods, but finally curiosity and the chance to turn the tables on her pushy boyfriend won out and she followed me into the house.
I wasted no time taking them through the hidden door in the pantry and down the stone stairs to my dungeon. She stood in the middle of the room, gawking at the fixtures, machines, tools, and toys neatly arrayed around her, eyes wide with shock and wonder, while I replaced Josh's handcuffs with padded shackles that were suspended by chains from a pair of overhead pulleys.
He was starting to come around as I removed his shoes and socks and locked similar shackles around his ankles.
Fingering the remote in my pocket I located the correct buttons and took up the slack in the chains until Josh's feet were spread wide and his arms, also spread, were pulled above his head supporting at least as much of his weight as were his legs. He jerked at the chains a few times before realizing that not even his football muscles would have any effect on them.
"What the hell are you doing! I didn't come here for this! She's the one you're supposed to be working on! I'm gonna report this to the cops as soon as I get outta here! You... !"
I stuck the ball gag in his mouth as he was tuning up for the second stanza of his tirade.
"Katy, there's a knife in a sheath on that bench over there. Will you hand it to me, please?"
She did as I asked, but the skeptical look on her face didn't start to fade until she saw me using the razor sharp blade to cut off Joshua's jeans, sliding the back of the blade up each leg while the fabric parted around the edge. Even the seams of the tough denim offered little resistance to the keenness of the blade. Josh started to struggle again as I started up the second leg and I paused long enough to remind him of his predicament.
"Given the sharpness of this blade, and how close it's going to come to your favorite toy, are you sure you want to increase the chances of my hand slipping?"
His movements subsided, and when the cut parted the waistband on that side, the cloth fell away, exposing his little white briefs and muscular legs. I made short work of his shirt and undershirt, then turned to Katy. I pointed the knife at Joshua's briefs then raised my eyebrows in silent query as I offered it to her, handle first.
She grinned devilishly and approached her boyfriend from the rear, where he couldn't see the expression on her face. "I don't know, Mr. Brenneman. I mean, I've never done anything like this before! What if my hand slips?"
Sweat broke out on his face as she slipped the blade under the leg band of the little white garment, very near the bulge of his flaccid penis. She allowed her hand to shake theatrically as she slowly made the upward cut, finally parting the elastic of the waistband.
"Oh, that wasn't so hard!" now she moved around to the front "I bet I could do this one with my eyes closed!"
He couldn't see, as I could, that she left an open slit between her apparently closed eyelids, and his eyes bulged as she boldly stuck the blade toward his crotch. After a couple of false starts that only served to heighten his fear of castration, or worse, she finally worked the blade under and up, neatly slicing the band of fabric in one motion that had Josh cringing in his chains, expecting to feel the blood start down his legs any moment.
Grinning, she handed the knife back to me. "That was fun! What now Mr. Brenneman?"
"Since we're going to be working on this 'project' together for a while, maybe you should call me Mike, OK?"
She smiled her best cheerleader smile and replied, "Sure, Mike!"
I smiled back then turned to study her boyfriend. As quarterback, he didn't carry the bulk of muscle and bull neck required of linemen, but there was no extra fat on his body, and his musculature was well defined. His chest and shoulders were well developed as were his thighs and calves, and his slender waist framed a six-pack mounted atop a thick black V of pubic hair. His cock was a respectable size, though it's current flaccid state made it hard to judge just how big it could become.
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