Chapter 2

“You sick faggot! I can’t believe I actually decided to come to this sick fagfest! Yuck! No wonder so many sluts are here! Sluts love to watch fags do each other! It’s disgusting! They love to tear men down, real men, that is, not faggy soy-boys like Bruce and Nigel!” Beau snapped, making me snap in turn.

I was done with this homophobic, self-loathing, priggish bastard. He, not me, was the real misogynist. (Feminists really need to rethink their definitions, but I don’t have much faith in their common sense, either.) Snorting, I flipped Beau off and reached a decision. I’d try my new powers out on this moron.

“Truth or Dare, closet case! Yeah, Beau, I mean you!” I chuckled at Beau’s expense.

“Truth!” Beau went for the easier choice, or so he thought.

“Okay, then, what is your true sexuality ... and what are your real fantasies?” I pried his secrets out of him like a condemned prisoner.

“Femdom. FLR ... that’s female-led relationships. CFNM. That’s ... clothed female, naked male. Sissification and feminization of males. Pegging. Forced bi. Basically, everything that I hate, I also desire ... everything that I fear, I crave. A dominant, aggressive woman, the sort that scares and excites me at once. A true slut for other men who nonetheless controls me and makes me watch, even turns me out!” Beau blurted out his darkest fantasies, horrified by the truth about himself, just as we were amused by them.

“So, you want to be turned out by Angie? Or is she not slutty enough for that purpose?” I teased him.

“Well?” Angie put her hands on her hips, breaking her silence after this shocking news.

“Yes ... I’m ... scared of her wild side, but also excited by it. I fear and hate it, but I love it, too. Deep down, I tend to dream of a hot mess of a tramp making men do ... things to each other. There, I said it. That’s why I’ve been ... so tough on her. I fear that side that she brings out in me,” Beau confessed with a serious blush now.

“I see. Well, then, I dare you to take off Angie’s shorts, slide off her undies, and start eating her out in front of all of us! Let’s see her boss you around a bit ... see her push your head down. Angie, I dare you to keep his head and tongue in place until he makes you cum at least thrice. If he suffocates, he suffocates. No skin off my back, or yours, either way. Sooner he gets you off, the better his chances of survival,” I took another risk to see if someone would be bound to the truths or dares when it wasn’t their turn anymore.

Evidently, the order of the game was however I wished it to be, because neither of the couple could resist my instructions. Before I knew it, Angie’s thighs trapped Beau’s face between them, his tongue ravishing her juicy twat as she more than deserved after dealing with his sorry ass. Angie’s eyes just about popped out of her head, especially with the way that Beau grabbed her buns while devouring her pussy.

“Thank ... you ... oh, damn it, Jacques ... thank you! You’re ... the ... best!” Angie panted and stammered as she felt closer to climax than ever before in her life.

“And I’m the birthday boy, in case you forgot,” I winked at her.

“Well, you know ... Beau likes being cucked ... maybe he needs to taste a creampie. YOUR creampie. I dare you ... to dare me ... to let you fuck me. Hard. And bareback. Come on, break out of that friendly comfort zone of yours ... and dare all!” Angie’s eyes flashed with impish mischief as she made unexpected sexual advances on me.

“I’ll see your neat little creampie tryst ... and raise you a lifetime. I dare you to be my personal fuckmeat ... for life. And I dare Beau to marry you, anyway, knowing what you are. I dare you to lend him to Bruce for his ... use. I’ve wanted you for years. I might as well seize my opportunity to enjoy you. Still think that I’m the best?” I teased Angie, who licked her lips before cumming a third time and pulling Beau up for a French kiss.

“Hell, yes ... on YOUR birthday, no less, you gave me a present ... well, two. A regular source of dick, namely you ... and a regular source of tongue, namely Beau. So, cucky, still want me? Oh, that’s right ... you have no choice. You’ve been dared! You’re my boy-toy now, my cuckold, just as Jacques is now my stud!” Angie beamed as she started making out with both of us.

“Figured out my birthday wish, have you?” I smiled at Angie, “but let’s take this further. Most of you have been content to be spectators, but if I’m a stud, as Angie claims, I need more than one mare, don’t you think? More than one filly. Truth or dare, Alexis, Nadia?”