Chapter 2: Reality Bites

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.