Chapter 4

I was drinking my coffee and doing a little work in the morning. I wanted to get my work out of the way so that I'd have the rest of the day free to play. The camera at the front door came up on one of the monitors. I saw someone coming to the door at my slave house. It was a teenage boy. I watched in amusement as Kara went to the door and opened it wide. She was trying very hard to act as though she were wearing clothes, just as I instructed.

"Yes?" she said, "Can I help you?"

For the longest time the poor kid could only stare at Kara's beautiful body. Finally he managed to stammer out that he was their paper boy and he just wanted to introduce himself, tell them how to contact him if there was a problem with the paper and give them their payment envelopes.

Kara reached out and took the envelopes. She smiled sweetly at the kid and thanked him graciously.

The kid started to turn away. But he turned back and asked, with more nerve than I had at first given him credit for, "Are you always dressed this well?"

I have to give Kara credit. She chuckled and smiled at the kid. She nodded and answered, "More often than not!"

She closed the door and went back inside. I listened while she told Glenn what just happened. He actually seemed to find it amusing, too! That really surprised me!

Huh! Maybe Glenn will come around after all. On the other hand, if he starts finding this entertaining it'll take a lot of the fun out of it for me. Maybe I'll have to go ahead and talk to the club owner about fixing up his back room. I don't want my slaves getting too happy. Slaves shouldn't be happy should they?

I spent the morning doing what I get overpaid to do. Then I took a shower and got dressed.

While pondering what new indignity I could inflict on my slaves for my own amusement it occurred to me that my friends and I haven't had a poker game in a long time. I started calling all of the usual suspects, starting with Ken, my friend with the restaurant. To my pleasant surprise he was able to play, but only if I could schedule the game for this evening. I made some phone calls and much to my surprise I had no trouble scheduling a game for this evening.

I called my slaves and told them that I require their services this evening. They're to come over at six and set my den up for a poker game. I was watching Glenn's face on the monitor as I talked to him. It was disappointing. There was hardly any reaction at all.

I continued to watch as he explained what was coming up this evening to Kara. From Kara there was a reaction. Just not the one I expected. She smiled!

Glenn had a definite reaction to that! He got kind of pouty and said, "You know you're going to be pawed and fucked by at least half a dozen men tonight, right? You know they're going to humiliate us and ... and god knows what those perverts are going to make me do! As if watching my wife getting raped by a bunch of dirty old men isn't bad enough! FUCK!"

Kara went to him. She put her arms around him and held him close. "I'm sorry, honey," she said softly. "I hate what he's doing to us, too. I want our life back. Until then, though, I have to do whatever I can to cope with what's happening. It'll be that much worse if I freak out every time some guy sees me naked or touches me or whatever. We're going to have to adapt to get through this and you know it."

Glenn didn't say anything. He just held her tight and glared at the camera. I guess I can't blame him. That doesn't mean that I'm not going to have to perform a little attitude adjustment on his skinny little butt.

I went to the store and stocked up on beer and snacks. I bought a few new decks of cards. I put everything away when I got home and set up the poker table.

Since a couple of the players haven't had the sense or the guts to quit smoking yet I had a fan ready to sit in a window and suck out the air pollution.

I ate a light lunch and went up and checked out the latest recordings from the slave house. I put it on fast forward and looked to see what I'd missed. Not much. They had sex once. Nobody came to the door. Since there was nothing of interest I deleted everything from the time the paperboy came to the door. Then I relaxed and watched some news for a while.

The doorbell rang just before six and I let my two slaves in. They both stripped down in the foyer and hung their clothes on the coat rack. I told them that there will be seven of us tonight and that they'll have two main jobs. The first is to make certain that nobody wants for anything. The second, well, that's the second job, too. I better not hear the word no from either of them and I better not see any hesitation or signs of resistance.

They both nodded and quietly but obediently replied "Yes, sir."

Glenn seemed even more nervous than his wife. From Kara I got the impression that she's trying not to let her husband know that she doesn't mind quite as much as she probably should. I wouldn't exactly say she's looking forward to it. But she seems to be getting excited by the idea of what's about to happen. She would never have done something like this of her own free will. She's nervous. But I have no doubt that she's going to enjoy teasing and pleasing my friends this evening. She'd hate for anyone to realize it. But she seems to be taking to the life of a sex slave much better than any of us anticipated.

I thought that now would be a good time to go ahead and address some of Glenn's attitude problem. "Glenn, you've been coming along pretty well. Better than I would have expected, I suppose. But I don't want to see you glare at anyone tonight. You don't have to smile and be happy about a bunch of old farts fucking your wife. But if I see that glare tonight I'll tan your fucking ass right in front of everyone. Are there any questions?"

Glenn had a desperate look on his face. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He exhaled slowly, looked at me and said he would try to control himself. That was when I told him that one of the men coming to play poker tonight is Jeff. I could see the realization of what that probably meant come over his face. At least he'll be prepared for the possibility.

I sent them into the kitchen to start getting the snacks ready. I told them that the guys would start arriving in about half an hour or so and they were to take turns answering the door.

I went into the den and started counting out the chips. We always play nickel, dime, and quarter with a $50 buy in. Just a fun game, nobody's going to lose the mortgage payment here.

I finished counting out chips and I was just wondering if I had enough time to take Kara into the bedroom for a little fun before she gets busy when the doorbell rang. Kara went to answer it.

I stepped out of the den to watch. When I invited my friends to the game I didn't tell any of them what to expect. Only Jeff and Gary know that I have a pair of slaves. But I didn't say anything about them on the phone. I don't know if they're expecting them to be here tonight.

Ken was the first to arrive. The look on his face when the door opened and he saw the beautiful and delightfully naked Kara was worth getting out of my chair for. He was stunned. He was so taken aback that Kara had to smile and take him gently by the hand. She gently pulled him into the house and closed the door. She invited him to follow her, turned and led him back to the den. He had no idea where she was leading him and he didn't care. He stared at her perfect butt all the way to the den.

He finally tore his gaze away from her ass when saw me grinning at him. He still had that dazed expression on his face when he exclaimed, "What the fuck?!!"

I laughed at his reaction. I found myself wishing that I'd had a camera on him since Kara opened the door. I returned to my seat and invited him to join me at the table. Kara went to get him a beer.

Ken hasn't seen Glenn yet. He's in the kitchen. I can't wait to see how he's going to react to a nearly naked male slave.

I've been mulling over what I'm going to tell everyone tonight. I only just then decided that to tell them almost nothing. I can't say for certain why I don't feel like sharing any more information than I need to with them. And I can't swear that I won't end up telling them more or even everything later. But for now I'll tell my friends that these are my slaves and for the evening my slaves will be at their disposal. They're available for fetching drinks and snacks and performing any other services that they might feel are necessary.

I thought I'd save myself a lot of time if I wait until everyone's here before I explain Kara and Glenn. It makes no sense to repeat my explanation six times. And I suppose there'll be questions.

When Kara returned to the room with his drink, Ken took the drink from her and said to her reverently, "My god, girl! You're beautiful!"

Kara smiled at him and said, "Thank you, sir."

The bell rang again and Ken got up to watch the next person arriving. He got another surprise when he saw Glenn answer the door in a tiny g-string.

I watched too. It was incredibly amusing watching Bob step through the front door hesitantly, staring at Glenn in disbelief and sidling carefully around him, careful not to come into contact with him. Somewhat reluctantly, he followed Glenn back to the den. He wasn't watching Glenn precede him to the den. He was looking past Glenn, glaring at Ken and me as if we were setting him up for something.

Bob walked into the den and demanded, "Okay, what's the fucking jo... ?"

That was when he saw Kara and stopped talking. Glenn took Bob's drink order and left the room. I asked him to wait for an explanation until everyone arrived. The problem is that Kara and Glenn are all they want to talk about.

Glenn came back with Bob's beer. We sat and talked as if there were not a naked woman and a nearly naked man in the room. I took fifty dollars from Ken and Bob for their buy in. Only a couple of minutes passed before the doorbell rang again. All three of us stepped out into the hallway to watch. It was Kara's turn to answer the door again. Jeff was at the door and his eyes lit up when he saw Kara. He immediately grabbed her, squeezed her ass and gave her a big kiss.

Ken and Bob turned to look at me to see if it looked like I was going to kill Jeff. They were really confused when I smiled. Jeff ordered a beer from Kara and patted her ass as she walked away. After watching her walk away until she was out of sight he joined us in the den.

The bell rang again. Jess and Snoop arrived together. They're our two token black friends. Snoop got his nickname because of an unfortunate but remarkable resemblance to the rapper of the same name. Glenn opened the door and they both cracked up when they saw him. Like Bob, they figured it was some kind of joke on them. They were laughing so hard that they didn't see Kara until they were in the den.

"Holy shit!" they both exclaimed at the same time.

We laughed at their reactions and as I was taking their money Gary finally showed up.

At last the gang was all here. As soon as I had everyone's money and everyone had a drink, I dealt to see who would deal first. Then, while Jess shuffled the cards and started dealing I explained all the flesh running around and prettying up my drab den. "As Jeff and Gary are already aware, I have two slaves. They are here more or less against their will. That is to say, they are not willing participants in these activities. They have not volunteered their services.

"They will, however, do anything and everything they're told to do. You are all more than welcome to take whatever liberties you desire, as long as nobody gets hurt. Jess, that means you can't fuck anyone's ass. I've seen that sausage you call a cock and I don't want to have to take my slaves to the doctor to get their butts fixed. Other than that you may use either or both of them as you see fit."

There was a mild chuckle when I warned off Jess. But everyone was still looking at me as though they were waiting to hear the punch line. I picked up my cards without explaining how I came to be in possession of two slaves and we started playing poker. I think that the four men who didn't already know that I have slaves were still under the impression that this must be some kind of a joke.

I fielded a couple of questions while we played that first hand of cards. Snoop wanted to know why I have a dude for a slave. I explained that they came as a set, they're married. There were several more exclamations of "No shit!" when they found out my slaves are a married couple.

There were some questions about how I came to own a couple. But I ducked those. I'm still not sure why. I suppose that I may have thought that the mystery is more exciting than the facts. Or maybe I was reluctant to explain because I know that the facts make me sound like a pretty big asshole.

There were several questions about Glenn. Do I actually have sex with Glenn? Am I gay or something? There was a series of questions along that line. You know how homophobic most men are.

I was as honest as I could be. I told them that I'm not gay. I'm not even bi as far as I know. I just get off on the idea of making him do shit in front of his wife and humiliating both of them. Besides, he's starting to get pretty good at blowjobs.

With a shit eating grin on his face Jeff interjected, "He's a good fuck too."

Everyone looked at Jeff in shock and Bob exclaimed, "You knew about this?!"

"Yeah," Jeff said, still smiling, or maybe leering was closer to it. "I've fucked both of them already. And I ain't a faggot, either. In fact, I took the dude's ass cherry. I don't care what anyone says. It felt damned good!"

Everyone looked at Glenn. I could see that they were reevaluating their initial impressions of him. They were also gauging his reaction to the things that Jeff and I were saying about him.

Glenn stood nearby. His face was dark red. He hated being the center of all of this attention. And he was very uncomfortable with the topic of the conversation. He looked like he wanted to crawl under the rug and disappear.

The deal was going around the table as we talked and I was doing pretty well. I think my friends are having trouble concentrating.

Ken called Kara over and told her to get him another beer. When she returned he took the beer from her and put it down. Then he reached out and cupped her ass, watching her reaction as his fingers closed down on her soft, firm flesh. The rest of us were watching her too.

She didn't resist. She didn't exactly offer a welcoming smile, but she didn't look all that upset about it either. He enjoyed the feel of her tender, irresistible young ass for a moment before asking her, "So, you're a slave. You're here against your will. Is that right?"

Kara glanced at me nervously, not certain how honest she could be without offending me. Then she looked back at Ken and nodded.

Ken continued, "Is what he said true? You'll do anything I ask?"

Kara nodded again and Ken asked, "But you won't like it?"

The corners of Kara's mouth turned up in an almost invisible, involuntary little smile and she shrugged noncommittally.

"You will like it?" Ken asked incredulously.

"I don't like being a slave," Kara finally answered out loud. "I wouldn't be here of my own free will. I won't lie, though. In the last few days I've been made to do a lot of things that I would never have done of my own free will. Not ever in my life. I've been ordered to do things that wouldn't even have occurred to me. They were things that, even if they had occurred to me, I could not have done without being compelled to do them. As a result of being forced to do things I wouldn't normally do I have discovered that even when sex is bad it can sometimes be very good."

She smiled at Ken, wiggled her butt a little and added, "It's starting to feel pretty good right now, actually."

Ken worked his hand between her upper thighs from the back and began to move his fingers lightly over her pussy. She obviously enjoyed it and she made no effort to disguise how she felt.

Ken looked at me and asked, "So how does this work? If I want to become better acquainted with the help, is there a room I can use or do I just whip it out right here?"

I laughed and responded, "If you want to whip it out right here then I want you to feel free to whip it out right here. If, on the other hand, you're feeling a little self conscious in front of Jess, then I have the spare bedroom set up for intermissions, or whatever you want to call them. There's a pile of clean towels in there. Make sure you have your nasty butt on one of them if you use the bed.

"Also, I don't want to tell anyone what to do, but I gotta tell you about something I did the other day that was a huge turn on for me. I made Kara suck my cock while good old Glenn was licking my balls. I have to tell you, pervert that I am, watching a married couple with their cheeks touching, sucking and licking me off was worth the price of admission!"

Ken threw down his cards. He had no idea what he had in his hand. It could have been a royal flush but at that moment he didn't care. He stood up, grabbed Kara and said, "Come on, darlin'. Let's go mess up a towel."

Sweet Kara smiled at him and trotted right along behind him.

As Ken was leaving the room Jeff called out after him, "You pussy! What's the matter, afraid we'd laugh at your little peepee?"

Everyone laughed but Ken ignored us and kept moving.

Jeff called Glenn over and pulled his cock out. He put Glenn on his knees and the other guys stared in shock as Glenn started sucking Jeff's cock. He's obviously a lot more upset about his involuntary servitude than his wife is. A couple of the guys looked like they were going to puke. Watching a man get sucked off by another man obviously made them extremely uncomfortable.

But it's obvious that even though he hates it, Glenn is getting pretty good at sucking cocks. Jeff climaxed after only a few minutes. It didn't bother him at all that everyone was watching. Nor did he seem to care that most of them thought he was nuts for letting another guy touch his cock.

I like Jeff. He's my kind of pervert!

Ken came back after about ten or fifteen minutes with a shit eating grin on his face. He raved about what a great fuck Kara is. He went into lurid detail about her sexual prowess. I was watching Glenn and I think the things that Ken was saying bothered him nearly as much as what Jeff just made him do. He hates it that his beautiful young wife is forced to service this group of dirty old men. That's a natural reaction. I don't begrudge him that. I suspect, though, that he's even more upset about the fact that she doesn't seem to mind it very much.

Kara came back a few minutes later. She had freshened up a little. She was blushing, but she was smiling when she entered the room. She noticed Jeff putting his cock away and stopped smiling when she realized that her husband had just sucked another cock. That's good. It takes a lot of the fun out of this for me if she enjoys it too much.

As soon as Kara returned, Jess said, "Deal me out."

He took Kara by the hand and said, "Let's go into the other room. Let me show you why I ain't allowed to fuck your pretty ass, baby."

The card game was going pretty slow. I had to keep reminding the guys to ante up and I had to keep a close eye on them to see that they matched the bets. They were having a hard time concentrating. But everyone seemed to be having fun. Everyone but Glenn, that is.

Jess wasn't gone more than a couple of minutes before we started hearing Kara screaming, "Fuck me!! Harder! Harder! Slam that big black cock into me god damn you!!"

We were all getting a kick out of that. Well, again, everyone but Glenn. I suppose we were all just a little jealous as well. I'm pretty well hung. But I can't recall ever making a woman scream like that!

As the game progressed everyone took their turns with my slaves; mostly with Kara although Ken decided to try out the husband and wife blowjob I recommended earlier. I started telling everyone what happened when we went to the strip club the other night.

They all said that they would have loved to have seen that. When I told them I have it all on DVD we finally just said the hell with the game.

I cashed everyone out. It wasn't hard. I'd already won a large amount of their money. We grabbed our drinks and went into the living room.

I waited for Snoop to finish up in the bedroom. As soon as he and Kara joined us I told him what we were about to watch and invited him to take a seat. When everyone was seated I started the DVD.

Soon after it started, Kara and Glenn both found themselves going around the room on their knees, giving blowjobs to all of my friends as we watched the movie.

When it was his turn, Ken decided that instead of a blowjob he wanted to fuck Kara while he watched the rest of the movie. Although he had already fucked her and gotten a blowjob from her, he managed to get another nut in a reasonable amount of time. Not bad for an old fart!

When he was done and she had cleaned him up I ordered Glenn to clean her up. Everyone but Bob watched in awe. Bob still can't get used to the things that Glenn is doing and I suppose he never will.

Kara leaned back on the carpet. It was obvious that he wasn't happy about it, but Glenn moved into position and licked her thighs and her pubic area until she was clean. Then he ate the slimy mess that was oozing from her red and swollen cunt. He was even nice enough to finish off by sucking her clit while she had another orgasm. I thought that was considerate.

Finally everyone was sated. We talked about the DVD after it was over and everyone thought it was just about the sexiest DVD they've ever seen. I'm not sure who suggested it. It may have been me. But we all agreed to meet at the Joker tomorrow night at eight.

It was late by the time we made our plans. It was time for everyone to go home. I told my slaves to see everyone out and join me in the bedroom. They can clean up any mess that remains tomorrow.

I got undressed and got in bed. Since Kara has been through so much and is pretty worn out I ordered Glenn to suck me off while Kara licked my balls. It has been a stimulating evening and good host that I am I've been leaving my slaves free to take care of my guests. As usually happens when I watch Kara in action, I'm horny as hell. I didn't last much longer than fifteen minutes.