A night out By susicol Susicol@hotmail.com Two friends go after the same woman. Surprise...surprise... "Wouldn't you both come over to my place? We can have some fun over there." That's the way I like them. No complications, a bit of small talk in a bar, and off we go. We: my buddy, a gorgeous woman, and myself. Myself being John, top lawyer hunting for beautiful women. My buddy, Cliff, top executive. And a gorgeous woman: Jill. That is all we know. We just met her in that singles' bar we just left. Not gorgeous: stunning. Just as I like them: tall, about 6', so a little bit smaller than I am, twenty-seven years old. Not too much fat: in fact rather muscular. Yet so feminine; I suppose her breasts must be about perfect: not too small, but not gigantic. Blonde hair , half long. Blue trusting eyes. Not too intelligent, I can see that, but not a complete idiot. This will be the perfect end to a working week. Just hit the sack. If I had just got rid of that Cliff... But no, she insisted on a threesome. OK, perhaps it will be fun as well. While I am driving, I cannot keep my eyes from her. She knows it. She smiles back, so lovingly. Another stupid chick, thinking she has found a stinking rich bastard to prey on. Not with me, my dear, I will have my fun, and then... bye bye. Stupid Cliff is still trying to seduce her, to get rid of me. "It's right here, honey..." This isn't a place, this is a castle. She sees my astonishment. "And I earned it all by myself." How in earth did she do that. I drive my Caddy right in front of her door. She opens it. Time to admire her once more. Trashy, but I like trashy. White boots, a blue mini-skirt, a white top. Perfect legs, perfect abs, perfect back. But soon we will see more of that body. "Come in, we can start the fun." A lobby. "Get rid of your coats". Sure, and soon of something more. "This way." She opens a door. Right into a huge room. Nearly no furniture, some couches, a nice carpet. The ceiling could be higher in such a building, couldn't it. "Oh Cliff, come here, I want you..." Talking about horny. What a glorious slut... If I just was here alone. He doesn't embrace her, he grabs her. His hands all all over her back. Clumsy bastard. He is trying to unzip her skirt. "Wait, wait, honey". Cliff"s noises are a bit less coherent. He is blinded by this beauty. "Oh nice, nice... Oooh, ough". What is this? He doesn't seem so eager any more. He loosens his grip. She is holding him. With her arms. Yes! That is fun: she is holding him upright with her knee, her fabulous leg. She has kneed him, right into his balls. He grabs them, he wants to nurse them. But she is quicker... She has established a firm hold on his crotch. She squeezes, squeezes, squeezes... I see tears in his eyes, a broad smile on her face. He crumbles down. She doesn't release the hold... "Please, please, stop..." No way is she going to stop. His arms are of no avail. She has complete power over him. His arms drop: all tension is out of his body. He has fainted! She releases him, drops him. No movement. Rather silly. "Oh honey, you knew I only wanted you, didn't you." Of course, that stupid bastard justed served to have some fun with. And fun it was. I enjoyed that. She notices. "Oh great, but you will need that ... come here, give me a hug." Great, at last the fun can start. My turn. Let's seduce her, be a little bit more gentler than that sleeping beast. I caress her cheeks. Smile on her face. She touches my nose. I draw a line over her arm. I draw her a little bit closer. She hugs me. I lick her ear. She giggles. "Honey, you are so beautiful." "Let's sit down". Yesss, on my way. No way my friend down there is going to stop me. I sit down in that couch. She stands behind me, opening my shirt, with her left arm, caressing my chest. She tickles my right shoulder. Her arm is so soft, when it touches my chin. And she surely arouses me... She brings down her right arm, to complete the caresses. If I just could see that beautiful face again. "Come over here, dear, next to me." "Just a moment, honey." But, she clasps her left hand into her right arm. She presses a little bit. "Oh Jill, that hurt." "I know, asshole, it is called a sleeper." The pressure goes up drastically. She has blocked the carotid! "No, please, this isn't fun." "For me it is hon." This has to stop! I try to get hold of those arms. I will teach that bitch a lesson. I grab that left arm, with both my hands. Those muscles are steel hard. "Don't worry, you can try." I try to stand up. I want to stretch my legs. But is doesn't work. They are out of order. It gets darker. "Honey, resistance is futile. You would better let yourself go. Admit it, you are in my power." Me, in the power of a stupid slut? No way. I try to pinch her. But I don't feel my fingers any more. My hands... of no use any more. "See, who is in control here?" I surely am not any more. I drop my arm. Awful: my legs are lame, my arms limp, and I see less and less. "One final touch". She presses on... Blackness. * * What a headache... Where am I. On a floor somewhere. My wrists are rope-tied, crossed over, in front of me. I try to open my eyes... I seem to remember this place. That voice. "Ah, at last, you lazy bastard, wake up, you didn't come here to sleep." No, indeed, I had something else in mind, but I don't think we will come to that tonight. I open my eyes. My dear friend is lying next to me, wrists tied in front of me. That bitch has got us badly. That beautiful, gorgeous bitch. Standing above me. I can see those legs in all their glory. "Untie, me, immediately." "You don't get it, do you. I am the one in charge here. I control you, not the opposite. And you shut up. First open that big mouth of yours." A slut ordering me... "Of course, little Sammy is a little bit stubborn. We have to help him. So simple, so predictable. She comes behind me, and pinches my nose. I won't open my mouth, no way. She giggles. "Come on baby. Always the same: you know you will give in..." My head must turn red. I quickly open my mouth, to grab a bit of air. Too late, she is quicker. She pushes a ball into my mouth, forcing it open. "MMMPH..." And she clasps it. Not comfortable at all. "And for you the same, be kind, don't resist." Cliff has understood. He opens his mouth, and is ballgagged, a little bit more gently. "So, now the fun can really start. Let me show you a feature of this nice house." She pushes a button, on a remote control. Oh no, our ties are connected to a rope. And that rope disappears into the ceiling. And some infernal machine starts to make some noise, and the ropes are rolled up. We both have to stand up. I see the despair in my mate's eyes. But the rope doesn't stop. It disappears. I have to bring my arms up. They are stretched. I have to stretch my legs, my abs are stretched, my shoulders are pulled up, my weight is hanging on my wrists.. I barely can breathe. My feet just touch the floor. So do Cliff's. At ten feet from me. He looks at me, begging. As if I could do anything about it. "How nice: top lawyer, top executive: hanging out like drying fish." Yes indeed, my clients wouldn't like to see me. Don't look too professional. "But let's go on. First, Sammy, I will have some fun with our big chief here. Alone, so you don't have to see, or hear." She turns me around. I just see the wall. She slams some things into my ears. Ear-plugs! I don't hear anything any more. She stands in front of, and pulls on my chin. She shoves a black hood over my head. Cannot see, cannot hear: sensory deprivation. I just can feel my own body, my arms aching, my legs aching, my belly stretched. And I can think. What is she doing now. How long will it last? What is next. Why did I come here. Why did I fall into her trap? Why does she do this? Questions, questions, no answers. And the time passes. I cannot see my watch... It seems awfully long. If this just could end... At last, she shoves off that hood. I need to adjust my eyes. Just to see a dazzling smile. She removes the plugs. "So, here I am again." I hear sobbing on the background. "That was good, but the best is to come..." What does she intend? "Nice watch. Pretty expensive as well. And mine. Diamonds are forever..." She unclasps it, and takes it off. She reads the inscription. "From your loving wife... She sure would like to know where you are now..." If she had an idea... "Italian shoes??? Buy domestic, dear." She kneels at my feet, and shoves off my gucci's. "Oh so sexy, no socks." Indeed, I am barefoot, but I touch the floor even less. This stretches me even more. "Let's go on. I won't stretch your agony. You will soon now how you will end up." I guess I can imagine. She has a razor in her hand. "Silk tie?" I nod, I don't know why. She slices right through the middle. "Classy shirt...but I don't like these collars." No problem, apparently. Off it goes. "And this colour of buttons." A real expert. The shirt just hangs loosely on my body. "What a sight, let's get rid of that rag." She cuts off the collar. Some cuts, it falls apart in panes. My upperbody is naked. I shiver. "Come on, let's hurry..." Yes indeed, let's get it over with. But, how will I get out of this? "Near the end, honey. I've almost skinned the fish. Nice leather belt." It slips out of the loops of my pants. "You didn't expect any mercy, did you?" To be honest, I did not. She slips off my pants. "Oh, boxer shorts, long time no see." Oh no, she intends to strip me completely. She intends to humiliate me completely. I shake my head. "You don't want me too. Sorry, remember once for all: I am the one in charge. I am in control. Your wife probably likes boxer shorts. I don't. Off they come. I hope you have something to show. That was what you came for, no? Answer!" I nod, tears in my eyes. Unstoppable tears. "Be a man, wimp! I will keep the pain short." She slides her fingers into the waistband, and smiles at me. She is in charge. And she tears those boxers off. I hang here, completely naked, with a ballgag. "Oh, you seem to like it." Indeed, I have a hard on. Will she release me now? "Turn around now." I do as I am told. My friend is hanging there, stretched, as nude as I am, and as ridiculous. He has seen my humiliation. And he seemed to like it as well. His cock is huge. "Now, the real fun will begin." Hasn't it been enough? "Boys, if you were alone, I would have to work... But you will help me, won't you." She pushes a button. The rope comes down, I fall on my knees, at least my arms can relax. "Great, crawl to your dear friend." I don't like this idea. But I obey... "He loves you, don't you see it?" I nod, reluctantly. I feel where this is heading... She unclasps the ball gag. I know why... "Look at it. Bigger than yours, isn't it?" Cannot deny it. Take it in your hands. No way I am going to do it. "Or do you prefer another sleeper? Sure you would survive it?" Not at all, she could kill me. And she would, I am sure about it. I obey. I bring my tied hands up, towards his dick. I close my eyes, take it in my hands. I feel him shiver. "Kiss it!" I straighten my back, bring my lips to his cock. I try not to think any more. I put my lips on it. "You love your friend more than that don't you?" Of course... "Suck him, bastard, till he comes. Or you are dead..." I don't doubt that a second. I look up at my friend. Would he understand? He doesn't look at me. I dare not look up at him. I am just facing his huge member... "Suck! Now!" Opening my lips, engulfing that member, seeing nothing through my tears, feeling his dick harden, and harden. He pushes forward. I have to make him come. I press on the stem of his dick, release, massage with my lips. I feel the pulsion in his member. It is coming. I want to withdraw. That bitch has seen it coming. She pushes me onto him. "Swallow! Every drop of it." Awful, forced to drink my friend's sperm. I draw back my head. Cliff cannot keep his legs straight any more. He gives up, hangs on his rope. "Well done, babe! Who is the whore now? Just a nice little whore, that is what our top notch lawyer has become." She quickly applies my only garment to me: my ballgag. I shove back, try to rest on my hands, and my knees. I just see her knees passing in front of me. "What a nice position. Do you enjoy it?" No, let me just alone... "I guess your dear friend is thrilled by the service you just delivered. He will want to compensate you for it. Won't you, my dear." I hear the machine rattling. He gets some slack on his rope as well. "Come on, Cliff, or do you want me to nurse your balls again? Or some scissors? Be sure, I know all of those holds." I cannot see him, but I am sure he is rather convinced of her intentions. "Go for it Cliff. He deserved it. I order it to you." What is happening here. Two young, rich, succesful men, forced into utter humiliation by a stupid slut. And the worst is to come. I hear him coming nearer. "Do you want him doing it to you, perhaps. This is your last chance, baby." I feel his hands over my back. "Give it to him". I don't believe this... But it is happening. He pries open my buttocks. I feel something hard, and warm in my ass. "Deeper!" I feel it coming in my bowel... I am being raped by my best friend. "Some rhythm!". Indeed, he moves, and moves, goes up and down, in and out, and doesn't stop. And I am getting hard myself... I feel a sudden spasm, and than, he is limp. He has had his moment of glory... He withdraws... I stretch out, falling flat out. I lay down, on my belly. My ass, is hurting, my dick throbbing, my tears flowing. Sheer horror. "Having a great time, no, my dear lawman?" I feel her pointed shoe under my right shoulder. She lifts my shoulder, and flips me over. I cannot resist any move any more. I drop, on my back, outstretched, powerless. I look at my right: Cliff is curles up, sobbing... "Oh, you still have something left..." She touches my hard cock, with her shoe, and fiddles a little bit. "You seem to like it..." What does she do now? She takes off her skirt. Drops her panties. Normally I would have enjoyed the sight. I don't know her plans now... "Mouth". I obey, open my mouth. She stuffs her panties into it. "Do you like the smell?" I nod, meekly. "Well, let's see if you have something left... She sways her right leg over me, and towers above me. Some minutes ago I thought of this as a glorious body. An awful tormentress. I just wanted to have a nice lay. I didn't deserve this. She drops down, on her knees. She pinches my nipples. Twists them. Excites me even more. Shoves back, takes my dick in her fingers, and shoves it into her. "Don't move." Only she is in control... I feel the warmth enveloping my member. She goes up, down, presses, she is an expert. I don't want to give her this pleasure... She goes on riding me. I see her smile. She knows she is in control. "Ok, you can come..." Indeed, I cannot withhold myself. Me back muscles move, my buttock muscles, I push up my dick. I feel it coming. It spurts up, right into her womb. She screams out, in the same time. I fall down. Full of shame. "There, that's what you wanted, no? But I fucked you, remember." She swiftly puts on her skirt. And takes back her panties "Now get up, both of you." We stand up, don't dare to look at each other... "Stand next to each other, studs..." Of course we do as ordered. Won't she ever let us go? "I am tired of both of you for today." At last... the humiliation is over. Some relief. But I am very grateful for a glorious night." I look down at the floor, seeing my naked body, and my dick, hanging. "In case you didn't know yet: your free life has ended the moment you came in here. We have got a name for what you are. We even have got several names. You are slaves. My toyboys." I will put this bitch in jail. "And I like my slaves to wear a uniform. Don't ever go out without it. Put it on." She throws our uniform in front of my toes. A minuscule string! In gold. "The days of the boxer-shorts are over." I hesitate. So ridiculous... "Now!" I put it on. So ridiculous: nothing more than a string... "Lovely!" She laughs broadly. Indeed, a symbol of her ownership. "You wonder why I didn't collar you? Well, I don't keep my slaves here." That's nice: once we are out here, she is in for serious trouble. "But my boys love me so much, they wouldn't betray me." Really? "And of course, something else helps. Just look into the corners of the room. I follow her look. Cameras. "Everything is taped. And of course such images would be so popular. You see now, my boys like to come when I order them... they really hate to disappoint me. They like their show to remain private" Shattering: I am in her power. "And in case you wonder where I got this little house here... I really like your credit cards, especially that golden variety. You wouldn't block them, would you?" I would strangle that bitch. But I am on camera. She sees my hidden anger... "Now I will bring both of you back to your dear wives. In my new Cadillac. You will send me the paperwork right away, no, lawman?" I nod, what can I do? "But I don't want two ridiculous men in my seats. Slaves belong with the luggage." She comes walking behind us. She stands behind Cliff. "And luggage must be easy to handle. So...out you go." She takes Cliff in that hold again. I see him struggling a little bit. His arms drop, his head sways off: he is out. She drops him. "One down, one to go." Awful: I know what is to come, and I can't do anything about it. "Chin up" She shoves her arm under it. She finds the carotid. Locks up. This execution has started. Again. My legs give... My arms drop... My chin falls... Blacker and blacker: total blackness. * * Our wives didn't like too much finding their dear husbands, nearly naked, unconscious, stinking of alcohol, in front of their doors. The divorces were quick, and very expensive. And since that moment, I hardly dare to take any phone calls. Always you can hear that sweet voice: "Boy, do you wear your uniform? Tonight at six I will hang you out" No such thing as nice sex for me. As soon as I get in, I get shackled, and she quickly hangs me, by the arms. Sometimes I am alone. But sometimes she organizes a meeting. Six studs, hanging in a row, in golden thongs. All influential, and divorced, and very astonished to meet each other in such circumstances. Cocktails and clubs was more where you would expect to see us together. And having to perform acts on each other we wouldn't have dreamt of. Being filmed. You would get a package. In it: the Uniform, and an hour. Or you would open an e-mail message: "Time for a hangout, boy..." Fortunately I still enjoy my job. In fact I am in court now. We are waiting for the lawyer for the opposition. Seems he is young and very good. Never loses a case. But neither do I. I look at my files. I hear the door open. Don't look at them. Judge comes in. When I sit down I throw my most despising look at the opposing lawyer. Not for long: he is a she: 6 feet, blonde half long hair, perfectly formed, and a dazzling smile. A smile I saw for the first time some months ago, on a night out with my friend Cliff.