Part 113: Ain't Too Proud to Beg

Day 73: Wednesday, November 27

Chapter 1

"Wait a minute! You gotta stop this!" Alan yelled, as it fully hit him that Suzanne and Xania had just handcuffed his hands behind his back. Between watching his sister Katherine pole dancing naked in front of him and fucking his nurse, Akami, while she was sitting on his lap, he had good reasons to be distracted and slow on the uptake. But, with growing conviction, he decided that he absolutely did not want to be bound in any way.

No one seemed to hear his pleas, so he shouted louder, "LISTEN! I'm serious! Stop the music! Stop the dancing! Aunt Suzy, stop whatever you're doing, right now! This isn't funny!"

He'd stopped thrusting into Akami, but she continued to expertly grind her hips into his lap. To make up for the fact that he'd stopped his thrusting, she also began to lift herself up and down a little bit, even as her hips were rotating on his cock like a butter churn.

Her ceaseless grinding felt so good to Alan that he was having a hard time staying angry or even focused on anything at all. He tried to keep a serious glare on his face, but it looked more like he was seriously straining not to climax, because that's what he was feeling.

The stereo system was blasting the old Sam and Dave soul hit "Hold On, I'm Comin'" which was very appropriate for the situation at hand, if one caught the double meaning in the song title.

Akami was continuing to grind and writhe and squeeze her pussy for all she was worth. It was as if she realized that the fuck she'd been enjoying was coming to a halt soon so she had to use every trick in the book to get her fill of cum from him before it ended.

Perhaps because she was desperate for him not to stop, she turned her head to the side a bit so he could see her face and said, "Alan, please! Take my pussy! I need you to fill me up! Make me yours! Turn me into another one of your nymphos!"

Alan was having a hard time keeping a focus on wanting to deal with the fact that his hands had just been cuffed. He was so winded that even his thoughts only came in the gaps between his breaths. Take Akami ... Gotta take her pussy ... Sister dancing ... and pole fucking ... Feels too good ... to stop...

But on some deeper level it dawned on Alan that Akami would never say something like "Turn me into another one of your nymphos." She wasn't the submissive type. He felt like there was some kind of plot afoot to keep him distracted. So he finally managed to shout, "STOP! Akami, please! I'm begging you! Everybody! STOP!"

Finally, Akami's hip thrusting came to an end and someone turned the music down low. She let out one of the loudest groans of profound sexual frustration Alan had ever heard.

Alan had his eyes shut tight as he used his PC muscle to overcome the urge to spurt his seed all over Akami's pussy walls, but he slowly came down from the edge.

Akami though, seeing that the hard fucking she'd been enjoying was all but over, let her restraints go and climaxed with a great moan. Her pussy twitched and convulsed. Her whole body shook as she bounced up and down on him like a pogo stick.

All that stimulation again almost pushed Alan over the brink, but he somehow managed to hold on.

Huffing and puffing, he opened up his eyes and looked around. Katherine was still holding onto the dancing pole, but she was looking at him with concern. Susan was standing to the side, looking at him with even more concern while biting her lip. He could only see the back of Akami's head, since she was in his lap and lying back against him as she caught her breath. Xania and Suzanne were behind him, so he had absolutely no idea what they were up to.

He turned to Susan and said, "Mom, what's going on? Why are you just standing there when these two are trying to tie me up?"

Susan looked down at the floor guiltily. "I'm so sorry, Son. But they made me promise not to interfere. They said this is for your own benefit. And if anyone should know about these things, it's Xania and Suzanne, don't you think?" She looked up with tentative hope that he would understand.

Suzanne spoke before Alan could reply. "Alan, Sweetie, did you or did you not promise that I'd be allowed to turn the tables on you? You left the time and place up to me. Well, now I'm calling in that promise."

Alan groaned. "I was afraid you'd say that. But why NOW?! I mean, you have no idea how on the edge I am, mentally. My brain is seriously FULL! I can't handle one more new thing. This isn't the time to get into some kind of whole new scheme-y power play! Not now. Do you want me to have a complete nervous breakdown or something?!"

Akami had turned to look at Suzanne speak, bringing a profile of one of Akami's breasts into Alan's view.

Alan felt the urge to reach out and fondle it, but he couldn't move his hands. He clanked his handcuffs around in frustration.

Akami had still been holding out hope that Alan might resume fucking her, since his erection was still deep inside her. But conceding the fucking was definitely over, she reluctantly disgorged his dick out of her soaked pussy. Then she stood up and staggered away. She was still weak-kneed from her orgasm.

Suzanne walked around Alan's chair so she could make eye contact with him. She knelt down between his legs, but ignored his bobbing erection as she addressed him with great earnestness. She was not without guile though, and used her upper arms to press her breasts up and outwards towards him. She knew the sight of her deep cleavage would addle his thinking a bit.

"Sweetie, listen. You need to trust me. Do you really think that I'd push you over the mental brink? I love you. Do you think that Xania would want to mentally harm you?" She nodded in Xania's direction as Xania also walked around the chair Alan was sitting in to face him.

"I have no idea what to think," Alan replied with honest exasperation, while staring into Suzanne's strategically forward thrusting breasts. Just watching her breathe was slightly hypnotic for him. "My life is so freaking amazing and bizarre that I don't know up from down or left from right. I just need to rest."

"Exactly!" Suzanne said encouragingly, making sure to raise her fist with an encouraging punch in the air to cause a serious tit jiggle. "I think you have a completely wrong idea about what I'm planning here. Just because you usually treat women submissively in an aggressive and dominating way, that doesn't mean that's the only way things are. I thought this would be the perfect time to show you a whole different way. Sometimes if fun to be passive and on the receiving end."

"But I don't want to learn anything more. My brain is full! Don't you get that? Watching Sis dance with Akami in my lap bouncing up and down on a very stiff and happy Alan Junior was perfect bliss. Why'd you have to ruin it?"

A flicker of hurt flashed through Suzanne's features. She didn't want to ruin the fun, but counseled herself that they would all have even more fun if Alan patiently went along with her plans for him. Still, she tried to project optimism. "Come on. Who brought you fashion shows? Or these poker parties? Who brought you Brenda, your very own tit slave? I just KNOW you'll enjoy it if you trust me." On the word "know," she rose up and settled down again, causing her boobs to fly up and down repeatedly.

Xania replied before Alan could, "The plan was to catch you off guard so you'd be too busy cumming to notice or complain. We didn't expect you to get so upset since you normally roll with the punches pretty well, from what I hear. But you can still watch the dancing and have that fun. We're just going to add to it. Let me explain what we're doing here."

"Please!" he said with worry, while still staring into Suzanne's deep cleavage which she had deliberately kept jiggling and bouncing.

Xania said reassuringly as she leaned closer towards him, "Think of a massage. Imagine lying on your back and having the most incredibly satisfying and relaxing massage." Her hands ran over his chest, reminding him how good a massage could feel. "That's what we're trying to do. The idea's not to freak you out or dominate you, per se, but rather it's to relax you and pleasure you. The handcuffs are mostly symbolic, so you'll surrender completely to the experience. If you turn off your mind and give in without holding back, then you don't have to be worried about anything. You don't have to be tense. Don't think. Let yourself go and let Suzanne and me be in charge for a while. I promise you, all we're going to do is help you relax and enjoy yourself."

He found himself staring at Xania's extremely ample, uncovered rack, and watching her breathe too. He thought, How am I supposed to stay angry at such incredibly stacked and fit women? I feel my IQ dropping the longer I stare. It's amazing I don't just reflexively agree to everything they say like a drooling idiot.

But he was still peeved enough to gripe, "Well, I wouldn't be so tense if the two of you didn't sneak up and handcuff me, for crying out loud. But I have to admit that something like a deep massage sounds pretty good right now. I guess I'm willing to try that out."

Susan let out a sigh of relief so loud that everyone in the room heard it. She was very uncomfortable with the situation, and even felt a bit like she was betraying her son by standing by and letting these events happen right in front of her. She had reluctantly acquiesced to Suzanne and Xania's authority, but was torn up about it. In her mind, her son was her master, period, and it pained her greatly to see him in any kind of submissive role, no matter what the reason was. Hearing him express a willingness to play along reduced her inner tensions somewhat.

Katherine though was more curious about his reaction than stressed out by it. Hearing him agree, she sprang to life and came close to where he sat. She was more than ready to help out in whatever way Suzanne and Xania wanted.

Akami was in a similar role, but stood back more because she felt like it wasn't her place to interfere in family disputes like this.

Suzanne said to him, "Wise choice. Don't worry, we're going to make you extremely happy you said that." Finally taking advantage of her close proximity to his still slightly wobbling erection, she lashed out with her long tongue and gave it a few loving licks from top to bottom. But then she winked at him and stood up.

Chapter 2

Suzanne took charge and switched to her more authoritative "instructing the group" voice. "Okay. Good. Here's the plan. Since Sweetie was enjoying the dancing, let's have him lay down on a sofa that's pointed at the stripper's pole. We'll prop his head up with pillows so he can have a good view. Then we'll implement my plan to make him feel good in a whole new way."

Katherine suggested, "Wait. The arms at the ends of the sofa are too much of a bother; let's lay him down on the long coffee table instead. We can put the cushions from the sofa under him to make space for his hands and the handcuffs."

"Make it so, number one fuck toy," Suzanne joked. But she was also nervous and used the joke to defuse the tension. She knew that Alan was very wary and Susan was watching both her and Xania like a hawk. She was going to be in the doghouse if her plan didn't work out.

Xania, Suzanne, Akami, and Katherine all worked to move Alan into position. With his hands still cuffed behind his back, he acted like a potato sack, forcing them to lift him and move him. It was a mild form of passive resistance, since he was extremely reluctant about the whole thing, but he didn't resist more firmly since he was still unwilling to break his promise to Suzanne.

Susan just watched with her arms folded and frowned in disapproval, since she didn't want any part this enterprise.

Seeing that Susan would need to be kept busy, Suzanne suggested, "Susan, Sweetie's going to need some visual stimulation. Akami didn't quite manage to coax that cum load out of him yet, and now we're going to have to redouble our efforts to get him to squirt out all that spermy goodness. Can you help? Maybe you can turn the music back up, and then dress up so you can take it all off with a pole dance striptease?"

Susan's eyes lit up at that.

But Alan said, "Aunt Suzy, why don't you dance? I've seen you do a striptease, true, but I've never seen you really dance before."

"And you never will - not unless it's ballroom dancing." Strangely, even though Suzanne was generally outgoing, she didn't like to dance. She had trouble being completely uninhibited and that tendency showed up in her dancing, which frustrated her. "Besides, I'm needed to direct what's happening to you. You can do it, Susan."

Susan was torn. On the one hand, she was absolutely thrilled by the idea of stripping for her son. But on the other hand, she didn't want to be co-opted into assisting with any plan that put him in a submissive position. So she wavered. "I don't know. Maybe Angel should do it some more. She's obviously the best dancer here. Darling Angel of mine, I must say I'm so proud of you. I had no idea you're such a wonderfully talented dancer." She beamed to everyone, "Isn't she just the best?"

Katherine replied while helping to drag Alan onto the table, "Thanks, Mom. I don't really think I'm all that great, but it's nice to hear you say that. If my dancing helps empty my Big Milk Bottle Brother's heavy cum-filled balls any, that's the main thing though, isn't it? Don't you agree that we all have to work as a team to keep those dreadful blue balls at bay? Look at that huge erection standing straight up, all swollen and throbbing, ready to burst with delicious cum. Mom, don't you want to help see that potent, fertile sperm fly high into the air?"

Susan rolled her eyes. "Well, not into the air. That would be dangerously close to Onanism, unless it lands on a hot babe. But I can see what you're doing, my daughter. You're trying to use some psychological trick to get me to dance by speaking in my favorite kind of language. Well, I hate to say it, but dammit ... it's working."

Susan's eyes went to her son's exposed erection, and soon her whole body was drawn to it like a magnet. "Those blue balls ARE dreadful! Don't make light of his condition." Reaching out to his bobbing stiffness, she took it in her hand. "Look. He's got such a bad sperm overload that Alan Junior is hot and throbbing. So thick ... and hard ... Mmmm..."

Seeing that Susan was weakening, Katherine tried a power play. "Mom, just 'cos Brother's hands are tied up, that doesn't mean anything. He's still our master, and The Pact still applies. It's still your duty to do anything and everything you can to please him. So I'm ordering you to dance. Now!"

"That is true," Susan pondered, as she stroked her son's pole. "To be honest, I'm not a good dancer. But If you think that shaking my booty a bit will help keep his mommy-splitter squirting out more sperm, then that's what I'll have to do. But I want it to be noted that I'm doing this under protest."

Suzanne grinned a bit as she replied, "Duly noted." Noting how Susan was getting into sliding her hand up and down Alan's erection, she said, "Time to dance. Leave a little bit of this for the rest of us."

Susan wiped the pre-cum from the tip of her son's erection, and then brought it to her mouth. As she sucked on it, she gave Suzanne the biggest puppy dog pleading eyes she could manage, hoping that she wouldn't have to let go.

But Suzanne reached down and rather forcibly removed Susan's hand from Alan's hard-on. She pointed to the dancing pole, propelling Susan to head in that direction.

Then she said, "Don't worry, I'm telling all of you that Sweetie is going to love this. Who has the most sexual experience here? Xania and I do. We know what we're doing. And Katherine, I don't want to hear any more of your self-criticisms. You can literally dance circles around everyone here. By the way Kat, why don't you go put on something sexy? Remember my advice: it can be more arousing not to be all naked all the time."

Katherine nodded her head and skipped off to the underwear cabinet.

Suzanne, still standing proudly in the nude despite her advice to others, continued, "Susan, don't even try to compete with that adorable vixen daughter of ours. I'm sure that none of us can hold a candle to her dancing. Rather than all out dancing, just shimmy and sway slowly like you did in some of your earlier stripteases, and I'm sure Alan will love it. Right, Sweetie?"

Alan had been trying to keep a low profile and let the others talk as if he wasn't in the room, as he sometimes liked to do. But forced to reply, he said, "Right. Mom, don't worry. I'm sure Aunt Suzy and Xania have cooked up something good and fun. They've never let me down yet. I was just freaked out by the surprise of the handcuffs and all."

Susan was frowning. "Well, to be honest, I really don't know the first thing about dancing. I've led such a sheltered life. And after Angel's beautiful display, I feel so..."

Katherine suggested, "Mom, just imagine that you're really in a harem in the Middle East somewhere. You don't have to dance per se, just move your body to the music in a way that'll arouse your Sultan. You know how to do that really well."

Alan added, "Yeah, Mom. You're great at that. So let it all hang out."

Susan gave a naughty smile. "Let it all hang out, eh? What would you define as 'it', my Sultan?" She was wearing nothing but high heels, like all the other women in the room (except Katherine who'd shed her heels while dancing). She picked up a throw pillow in each hand and held them strategically over her chest and groin. She teased, "Would you call my tits 'it'? No, that can't be right since there are two of them." She briefly exposed her chest as she spoke. "How 'bout my ass? Is that 'it'?"

She turned to the side and wiggled her rear at him before covering it with the pillow she'd moved from her chest. "Would you like to run your hands all over my ass and stick your fingers in my naughty holes to confirm that's what you mean by 'it', my Sultan? Or were you planning to 'get my attention' by slipping that thing so deep in my ass that if would make a visible bulge in my tummy? Is that 'it'?"

Alan suddenly blurted out, "God DAMN! Mom, every inch of you is 'it'! You're too fucking sexy!"

Susan laughed with triumphant glee. Her teasing had been interrupted before she could fully get into it, but she didn't mind too much. Her mind was completely focused on the stripteasing idea now, and she rushed off to the underwear cabinet near the front entrance to find some items suitably sexy to put on and take off.

As Susan left, Katherine came back in. She was grinning happily, proud to show off the leopard print strapless bikini she was wearing. "Hey Brother, Big Electric Power Strip Brother. You like? You Tarzan, Me Kat!"

He thought, Jesus Christ! She looks so fucking hot too. Suzanne is so right that a little bit of clothes really adds spice, especially seeing Kat in cat-themed stuff. It's like she's proud to be a feline fuck toy. My feline uppity fuck toy. With all this visual stimulation, if anyone else so much as breathes near my dick, I'm totally gonna lose it!

In a rough and low "caveman" voice, he grunted, "Me like."

Katherine rushed up and hugged him, but luckily didn't touch his over aroused crotch. "Oh, I'm so glad! Me like too! I'm gonna buy a whole lot more patterned just like this, that's for sure."

With Alan lying down on the coffee table and his head propped up towards the dancing pole, Suzanne and Xania took their places on either side of him and began massaging.

Xania was a very expert masseuse, definitely the best in the room, so she focused on his neck and shoulders. "My oh my. You're so tense," she said as she began to knead the knots in his muscles away.

Suzanne gave Alan a head massage at the same time. She pressed her fingers firmly into his dark brown hair and rubbed.

Alan joked, "I've never had my head massaged before, at least not that one."

Suzanne chuckled, and then said, "Your other head certainly gets enough daily workouts. I don't have the magic fingers like Xania does, but I know enough to know that a good head massage can do wonders for your whole body. Everything's connected to the head."

The massaging went on for a minute or two. Then Katherine, speaking on behalf of herself and Akami, asked, "Hey. What should we do?"

Xania suggested, "Akami, since your fucking was rudely interrupted, why don't you take his dick and balls in your talented hands? Just lift him up a bit to free them from under his weight, and then flop them down between his thighs. Oh, and use this." She pointed to one of the props she'd set aside.

Akami picked up a very long peacock feather. "Oooh. Nice." She began very gently kneading Alan's balls with one hand while lightly brushing the feather up and down his erection with the other.

Suzanne pointed out to Akami, "I can tell from the way he's straining that he's close to blowing his load. He's been on the edge for a while now. So please be very careful. We want to keep him there, feeling that great and continuous erotic high, but not so much that he has to strain or fight, or worse, shoot off a load uselessly onto the table. Got it?"

Akami nodded knowingly, "Got it." She started to move the feather slower and with an ever lighter touch.

Xania nodded in Katherine's direction. "And you, Jungle Girl, you know how to massage, don't you? Why don't you work on his ass and legs with your hands? Really dig in deep. He's got a lot of (ahem!) ... tension" - she grinned lewdly - "that he needs to release."

So the four of them went at it for a while.

Alan immediately felt worlds better. What seems like weeks of accumulated stress started flowing out of him. Soon he was breathing and moaning with great satisfaction.

Susan was dressed and had been back in the room for a bit, but she hadn't started her striptease yet, as she was waiting for him to get settled in comfortably.

But right as she was about to begin, Alan said, "Wait, Mom. Let's change the music. You know what I'd love to hear right now? 'Tomorrow Never Knows' by the Beatles. Let's put that on an endless loop. It's really hypnotic, but still should have enough of a beat for you to groove."

So that's what they did. John Lennon began to sing, "Turn off your mind, relax and float downstream", which was exactly how Alan was feeling.

Chapter 3

Susan was still just watching the massage from next to the dancer's pole. She was still a bit intimidated by the pole itself and by Katherine's virtuoso performance a little while earlier. Her earlier enthusiasm had melted away while she was waiting. She started to groove about a little bit, but her movements were halting and awkward.

Alan spoke up. "What's wrong, Mom? I know what you're thinking, that you don't think you're a good dancer. But don't worry about it. Who's my favorite son fucker?" He briefly turned to Suzanne and gave her an apologetic look, since she was a "son fucker" too.

Suzanne understood what he was trying to do, and looked back in such a way as to convey that he should keep pumping Susan with those kinds of comments and not worry about her.

Susan tried bumping her hip against the pole, but she was still frowning.

Katherine suggested, "Mom, I think you're overdressed. I know you, and you always feel better, more confident, and sexier, when you're naked in front of your son. Stand right in front of him and take most everything off, and THEN dance."

Susan did that, wiggling out of everything but a see-through tank top and black pair of panties. She bent over so close to Alan that her butt bumped into Akami a couple of times. Her confidence and arousal surged as she heard her son breathe heavily and moan a little bit.

But when she went back to the pole, she still felt intimidated. She started to move about, but she looked and felt awkward.

Alan could see she needed more encouragement. "Mom, you look soooo sexy! I love the way those tiny panties look like they're about to fall off your ass altogether. I have half a mind to up and fuck that sexy ass of yours right now. What would you think, if I plunged my thick dick into that tight asshole of yours in front of everybody?"

Susan smiled widely. It was like his words turned on a switch that set her ass moving. "Any time, anywhere, Son! You know my ass - and all the rest of me - belongs to you!" She played with her panties, pulling them up and down. But the rest of her body remained relatively still, and she didn't know what to do with the pole. She grabbed it, and then let go as if the touch burned her fingers.

He could see she needed more encouragement. While Suzanne and Xania massaged him, and Akami tickled his erection with the feather, he said, "Come on, Mom. Who's my favorite son fucker? Who's the number one knob nibbler? Who's the most loving big-titted incest mommy in the whole world?"

Susan blushed and smiled shyly. "I am."

"Who's ready to gobble Alan Junior into her mouth at any time of day or night? Who's already ready to spread her legs so her son can make a big sperm deposit in her naughtiest places?"

"Me, and me again," Susan answered happily, though still looking bashful.

He encouraged her, "I didn't hear you. Who's hefty 38I breasts are filled with milky goodness and who always has a mommy nipple or two ready for draining?"

"I do," Susan said with a bigger smile and more enthusiasm.

"Well, let's see those milk jugs then. You know how happy it makes me to see you bare your beautiful breasts."

She said with a huge smile, "'Milk jugs' - I love it! You can call them that a lot!" She dramatically yanked off the tank top, and hefted her breasts up high with both hands.

Alan grinned. "I will. Mommy's milk jugs are just so perfect in every way. I get so rock hard just thinking about them that I can barely stand it."

"Really? You're just saying that." Susan started to really get into her movements now. She was still hefting her rack up, but her hips were churning and grinding to the steady beat of the Beatles song.

"It's true. Sometimes I get so hard in the middle of class just dreaming of my mommy's giant milk jugs that I can't even think."

She was practically blushing with happiness and pride from his words, and her whole body slithered like a snake. She gushed, "I wish you could fuck my tits right this very second!" Her hands lovingly ran over her own chest as she turned to Katherine. "Angel, if Tiger gets like that in class, you and the other cheerleaders need to do something. Have Amy blow him in the bathroom!"

Katherine fed her mother's lust. "Bathroom? Heck, she and I should blow him right then and there, in the middle of the class!"

"YES!" Susan squealed excitedly. "Yes, you should!" Her body began to move in slow motions to the steady pounding beat while she proudly shed her top and thrust her chest forward. There were a few drops of milk oozing out of her nipples, a fact she absolutely loved because it reminded her of what he said about "milky goodness." She swept up the dribble with a finger and sensuously licked it into her mouth. "For you, Tiger, all for you."

Xania and Akami, as relative outsiders, were amused by the whole situation. But there was a rising tide of lust affecting everyone, and it was getting to them too. Xania kept her talented massage going, but she found herself repeatedly brushing her hard nipples against Alan's skin. And Akami was still playing with the feather, but she'd also brought a hand up to hold his dick in place. Before long, it was doing more stroking than holding.

Alan felt so good that he completely forgot his hands were cuffed together.

Katherine could see that while Susan was moving like a porn star, she still wasn't using the dancing pole at all. So she said, "Hey Mom. You know, when I was dancing, you know what worked for me? I imagined the entire pole was my Big Brother's cock! Can you just imagine that? An endlessly long erection?"

Susan looked at the pole with a nearly stunned surprise. She immediately began making love to it - there was no other way to describe it. She ground her crotch into it even before she'd discarded her panties. She went so far as to run her tongue and lips up and down it.