Kept, part I:  A sequel to Stepmom chapters 1-4
By The Timid Freshman
When Dana goes out of town, her stepson Joel must stay with her friend Angela for the weekend.  Guess what Angela's plans are for him?


Joel stood nervously waiting out in front of his high school. It was Friday
afternoon, but he would not be going home for the weekend. Much to his dismay,
his wicked stepmother Dana had dragged his father (in chains, no less) to Las
Vegas for a weekend BDSM convention, and true to her dominating and
controlling nature, she absolutely refused to let Joel stay in her house
alone. He had made a meek attempt at protesting—he was, after all, sixteen
years old and more than capable of taking care of himself—but she had just
laughed dismissively in his face. She didn't care how old he was, she had told
him—she wasn't about to leave him unsupervised. He would be staying with her
good friend Angela Morrigan for the next two nights, and that was that. Dana
had already given Angela the key to the chastity belt she forced her stepson
to wear, and any potential sexual gratification would be entirely up to Miss
Morrigan's discretion. But this did little to comfort Joel. Quite the
contrary, the thought of spending the n1ext two days with the busty, blonde
professor of Modern Feminism at the local Empire State University chilled him
to the bone. You see, Dana's best friend terrified him to no end.

His heart thumped in his chest as he awaited her arrival, and as he shifted
his weight from one foot to another, he mopped the cold sweat from his brow.
Joel was indeed wise to be frightened of her. She was an aggressive,
dominating, man-eating cougar, and he had no way of knowing what she had in
store for him. It could involve all manner of pain or pleasure, and everything
in between. The first time he had met the tantalizing temptress, she had been
visiting with Dana on the night Joel was to receive his reward for good
behavior in the form of a bi-weekly orgasm at the hands of his sexy stepmom.
But on this particular evening, Angela had asked Dana if she could administer
the reward herself. Dana had been more than happy to let her best friend
pleasure her stepson, and Joel, having never encountered the charms of this
particular vixen, had naturally been thrilled to death. Angela was a sexy and
gorgeous blonde bombshell--the most desirable woman he had ever met in his
life, in fact. But he had had yet to experience her dark side; her perverted
and sadistic sense of fun.

Taking Joel gently by the hand, she had led him into his bedroom, Dana
following close behind, her knowing smirk unobserved by her naive stepson.
Once they were in the boy's bedroom with the door firmly shut, Angela watched
as Dana slowly undressed Joel, one piece of clothing at a time. Joel's pulse
had pounded with nervous anticipation as his stepmother unbuttoned his shirt,
sliding it down over his bare shoulders. His breath had quickened as she
unzipped his pants, slowly pulling them along with his underwear down to his
ankles, then sliding them completely off one foot at a time. When he was fully
naked, she unlocked the chastity belt she forced him to wear and slid it off
of his penis, finally removing it after three days of imprisonment. She then
backed away, allowing Angela to take over. The tall, leggy blonde had taken
Joel by the hips and sat him down on the edge of his bed, taking a seat next
to him. Slowly, she then pressed her hand against his chest, her other hand on
the small of his back, laying him down on the mattress. Within moments his
back was flat against the bed, his eyes staring up at the ceiling, and his
feet flat on the floor.

Angela then began to gently fondle Joel's penis. He gasped with pleasure as
she administered the erotic massage, her fingertips caressing the shaft and
softly pinching and tugging on the head. Under her expert ministrations, she
was able to quickly fondle him to full erection, his cock springing to life in
no time flat. When he was as hard as humanly possible, she bent down and took
his member into her mouth, caressing the underside of his penis
enthusiastically with her tongue.

Joel had moaned in ecstasy; he had never had a blowjob before, and Angela was
giving him a transcendent one. Her tongue licked his penis all over, up one
side and down the other, swirling around the head, probing the eye. Her full,
wet lips slid slowly up and down the shaft while she gently tickled his balls
with her fingers. Joel gripped the bedspread tightly, this new pleasure
eclipsing anything he had previously experienced, and awaited the impending
climax.

Only that climax never came. Just as he felt he was about to explode into her
mouth, Angela suddenly sat up, seizing the head of his penis between her thumb
and two forefingers. She pinched it with an incredible pressure, and Joel was
momentarily confused until he realized what was going on. The pressure Angela
was applying to his dickhead was keeping the climax at bay, preventing his
orgasm from transpiring. At first he though she was merely prolonging the
moment, but as the seconds ticked by and the urge to cum began to slowly
subside, he realized with a gasp of horror what she was doing. She wasn't
prolonging his pleasure-- she was preventing it! After bringing him to the
cusp of sweet release, she was denying him that release! He suddenly became
aware of a throbbing pain in his balls. They were aching for relief after
three days without an orgasm, not to mention three minutes of intense fondling
and fellatio, and now Angela was stealing away that chance. Joel pleaded with
her for mercy, pleaded with her to let him cum, but she simply laughed and
shook her head. His eyes sought out his stepmother in the corner of the room,
begging her to complete what Angela had started, but her cruel smile told him
she was enjoying the spectacle of his misery every bit as much as her friend
was. Excruciating minutes crawled by, and Angela kept the pressure constant on
Joel's dickhead. His cock slowly began to soften and go flaccid, the semen
backing up into his sore testicles. When his dick was finally limp, Angela let
go, and Dana swooped in to replace the chastity belt, locking it in place
behind his balls and sealing his fate for the evening. Joel received no orgasm
that night, and it was two days before his balls stopped aching.

Joel and never forgotten that fateful evening, and as he stood in front of his
school, nervously awaiting his ride, he prayed that he wasn't in store for
more of the same. After seventh period, he had been torn between the fear of
spending a weekend with Angela and the fear of disappointing not only her, but
his dominating stepmother, whose punishments he had no wish to experience. So
while he had dragged his feet, he still managed to be outside by 3:15. Angela
was nowhere to be found, so he knew he had gotten there on time. Now he would
have to wait.

He nervously turned his head right and left, looking up and down the street.
Dana had not told him what Angela's car looked like, and so he had no clue
what he was looking for. But he heard it before he saw it.

The pounding bass was the first thing that registered in his ears; the war
drum of a distant car stereo. He thought nothing of it until a cherry-red
convertible came tearing around the corner, its speakers blasting rock music
to the skies. He stared at the car in amazement, watching as it screeched to a
halt at the curb. The driver of the car was Angela Morrigan.

She was dressed extremely provocatively in a pair of tiny denim shorts that
showcased the glorious beauty of her long, perfect legs. Her shirt, a gauzy
purple button-up, was not even fastened, but rather tied in a knot above her
midriff, leaving not only her taut stomach bare, but also an unbroken line of
skin between her breasts, all the way to her collarbone. Her cleavage made it
extremely evident that she was not wearing a bra--the curves of her shapely
breasts were prominent, though her nipples were out of sight.

She had taken a curling iron to her normally straight hair, and it cascaded in
sexy golden waves over her shoulders. As she turned off the ignition and got
out of the car, Joel swallowed hard. Her boldness was astounding; she wasn't
even making the slightest attempt at being discreet. She moved as if she was
mistress of her domain, and with the confidence she exuded with every step,
who could question her? Crossing around the vehicle, Angela leaned brazenly
against it, her legs crossed at the ankles, smiling up at him. All around him,
boys from his school were staring and whispering, captivated by Angela's
beauty. But she only had eyes for Joel.

Taking a deep breath, Joel slowly began to descend the steps, responding to
Angela's unspoken beckoning. A wave of silence began to radiate out from where
he walked, as other students took note of what was going on. There was no
other car presently at the street; it was obvious that this was his ride.

By the time he was standing directly in front of his temporary guardian, the
silence around him was deafening. He was too embarrassed and too frightened to
look away from her eyes in order to verify that everyone was, in fact, staring
at him.

Angela, however, saw everything. Smiling slyly, she stepped forward and placed
her hands on Joel's hips. He drew in a nervous breath as she leaned in close
to him. "Let's really give 'em something to talk about," she whispered
playfully. She drew even closer, pressing her body against his. As her firm
and ample breasts pressed against his chest, she pressed her soft lips to his,
forcing her tongue into his mouth.

Completely taken aback, Joel had no choice but to return the sensuous kiss,
responding in kind as Angela kissed him harder and deeper, her tongue
exploring every inch of his mouth. As she orally dominated him, he could feel
every eye on them. His body trembled with fear, embarrassment, and desire. He
tensed up involuntarily when her hands slid down to his buttocks, and she gave
his ass a very firm two-handed squeeze. Joel's entire body stiffened as she
molested him, and he held his arms at an awkward angle, not sure what to do
with them. He desired more than anything else to grab her butt in return, but
he didn't dare. For a long moment, Angela vigorously groped and massaged his
buns as she continued to lustily French kiss him. Joel's penis struggled in
vain to stiffen within its plastic prison, and he was partially disappointed,
partially relieved when she finally broke away. She laughed carelessly as she
vaulted over the car door and into the driver's seat. Joel slipped into the
car as nonchalantly as he could, sinking low into the seat and doing his best
not to look up and meet the dumbfounded stares of the other students. Angela,
however, waved and blew a kiss to the confounded teenage boys in front of the
school before turning the ignition, punching the gas, and roaring away down
the street.

"Oh, we are going to have fun tonight, darling," she shouted merrily, over the
deafening roar of the car stereo. "You're a very lucky kid, Joel. I normally
don't play with boys your age, but seeing as you belong to Dana, I'm willing
to make an exception for you." She laughed out oud. "In fact, I've been after
your mommy to let me take you home with me for a while now, actually." Joel
wasn't quite sure how to respond to that, so he said nothing. "What do you
want to do first?" she asked.

"I dunno," he muttered, suspecting that it probably wouldn't matter if he did.

"Tell you what," she smiled, "why don't we start by getting you out of this
lock box?" As her left hand steered the car, her right hand snaked over into
Joel's lap and deftly began to unbutton his pants. Noticing for the first time
that the key to his chastity belt was wrapped around her wrist like a
bracelet, he held his breath as she pulled down his boxers and unlocked the
small device. Slipping the transparent sheath off of his penis and undoing the
clamp behind his balls, she tossed the whole contraption into the glove box
and withdrew her hand, but not before giving his flaccid penis a few playful
tugs.

But even that small bit of intimate physical contact was too much for him to
handle. Dana had denied him an orgasm all week long due to a C he had gotten
on a history test. For more than seven days, Joel hadn't even had so much as a
wet dream; the CB 6000 had kept his penis in a state of flaccidity which he
could not escape. But now, after being freed for the first time in over a
week, sensuously groped and French kissed, and now sexually manipulated to
boot, he simply could not control himself. He felt the climax building like a
flood as Angela pulled on his penis, and she had no sooner let go of his dick
then he burst into orgasm. He struggled to pull his boxer shorts up, cumming
all over them in the process, but it was too late. Angela had seen everything.

"Oh, Honey," she sighed, shaking her head. "That's really pathetic." Joel's
cheeks burned with embarrassment as he struggled to pull his pants back up. "I
expect better out you in the future, young man," she said as he zipped up his
zipper.

"Yes, ma'am," he muttered, marveling at her fearlessness. This was a woman who
did what she wanted when she wanted, and had no regard for society's rules. He
could not help but admire her, even as he feared her.

Her house was not far away; about halfway between Joel's high school and the
university where she taught. Both were located in the same wealthy and
exclusive community in which his stepmother and he lived; a testimony to the
mysterious wealth that she and her friends seemed to apparently posses, though
Dana, at least, did not seem to have a regular job. At least that he knew of,
anyway. He had no idea what she got up to while he was at school; only that
she was always there waiting for him when he got home. Sometimes she would
leave the house for various periods of time on the weekends, but she would
always lock him in his room when she did so, keeping him chained to his bed by
means of a steel cable that locked onto his chastity belt.

Angela's home was securely tucked away in a gated neighborhood, and was itself
shut in by its own gated driveway; a driveway that stretched half a mile to
her house, which was surrounded by high trees, and cut off completely from the
houses around her. "I enjoy my privacy," she explained as she pulled up next
to the house, shutting off the ignition "and I think you'll enjoy it too." She
winked at Joel as she stepped out of the car, beckoning for him to do the
same. Crossing around the convertible, she took his hand and led him into the
house. He meekly followed, allowing himself to be steered first into her
foyer, and then into a small study off the main hall.

She sat him down in front of an ornate wooden desk, and then, to his surprise,
she sat in his lap, straddling him. As she smiled down at him, her arms around
his neck, her pelvis was pressing firmly against his. Even after his
embarrassing accident in the car on the way over, he still could not keep his
penis from stiffening as a result of the intimate contact.

Angela cocked her head playfully, giving Joel a sly smile. "Slow down there,
cowboy," she laughed. "Don't be going off half-cocked on me again. There'll be
plenty of time for that later. Right now, I want to get to know you a little
bit. Let's start with a bit of family history," she continued in a friendly
tone. "So tell me, Sweetheart...exactly how long have you been Dana's little
bitch?"

For the next hour, Angela pressed him for every detail about his relationship
with his stepmom, even as her body pressed against his. She wanted to know
everything, from the domination techniques Dana used, to the reward system she
had set in place for when Joel was a "good boy." Joel had no choice but to
spill every detail to her, afraid that he was somehow betraying a trust behind
himself and his stepmother, but more afraid still of the consequences if he
held anything back from Angela. And so he told her everything he knew,
everything he could remember from the last six months, starting with that
first fateful molestation in the bathroom.

"Wonderful," Angela would say every so often, clearly approving of the things
Dana did to him. "Marvelous," she would nod, biting her lower lip sensuously,
obviously enjoying the story Joel recounted. His tale even seemed to turn her
on; she subtly grinded herself against his erection during select parts of the
story, running her hands over his chest. She moaned softly, a hungry look in
her eyes, when Joel described ways that Dana had punished him. When he finally
told everything there was to be told, ending with how she had denied him an
orgasm that week because of his poor grade (Joel couldn't resist offering this
up as a feeble excuse for his poor performance in the car, but much to his
dismay, she would have none of it. He would quickly learn that, like his
stepmother, this was a woman who would accept no excuses whatsoever, under any
circumstances.), Angela slid off of his lap and stood up.

"What a wonderful story," she grinned, one hand absent-mindedly caressing her
right breast, the other on her left thigh. "I do love to see boys being
properly trained by their mommies. It makes things so much easier for me, not
having to break you." She paused for a moment, temporarily lost in thought.
"Not that I don't enjoy breaking a fresh boy in now and again," she added with
a chuckle, and then paused again. "Oh, who am I kidding?" she laughed. "I love
breaking in fresh boys! And it would be so much fun to break you," she sighed
wistfully. "But one weekend would hardly enough time for you to be broken in
anyway, my dear, even for someone as accomplished as I am. I usually require
about a week to really do the thing right," she explained. "And then there are
the months of follow-up, of course. That's why I also love young men like
yourself, you know. Sometimes I just like to kick back, take it easy, and
enjoy the fruits of someone else's labor for a change." She grinned an evil,
predatory smile that had the inexplicable simultaneous effect of both making
Joel's blood run cold and reinforcing his erection, which was reinforced
further when Angela suddenly leaned down and groped him through his jeans,
whispering, "And I'm SO looking forward to enjoying YOUR fruit. Anyway," she
continued, standing up and placing her hands on her hips as if nothing had
just happened, "you can do your homework in here." She gestured around at the
room and at the desk in particular. "Got to get those grades up so you can get
your jollies, right Joel?" He nodded silently, and she continued. "When you're
finished, why don't you meet me out back for a swim?"

"Yes, ma'am," he answered meekly, and began to root around in his backpack,
doing his best to ignore the erection that Angela had given him in the last
hour.

"See you in a little while," she grinned, and swept out the door.

"See you," he muttered, and pulled out his books, determined to make his
homework take as long as possible.