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Girlfriends part 13 (Final) Mb bb bg Fdom Beast
Lizard69
Timmy couldn’t, or at least didn’t want to, believe his ears.
“You *like* being mean to me?”
“You make it sound so bad… Is it? Really? Think about it.
“When I got dumped at my Uncle’s place, I knew he was going to make me do stuff. I didn’t want him to. I begged him not to. I tried to fight. I knew he was going to fuck me anyway. It wasn’t going to kill me. By the time my folks picked me up, he was even making me cum sometimes. It got so that if I was bored and he was horny… I guess you could say I wanted it, at least a little. You’re different.”
“You mean the standing in for a girl thing?”
“Yeah. You really want it. Not like you’re queer, you don’t want to date guys. You want to be used for sex, have creeps make you get their rocks off. You don’t even want it to be fun, not like playing with Debbie. If it’s too easy it starts getting queer. You want creeps to *make* you do it and you also kind of want the guys making you do it to be creeps or at least creepy when they’re with you. It’s hotter if everybody else thinks they’re nice guys.”
“Not everybody, Debbie gets hot knowing some guy is doing me. But yeah, even she gets off on having other people think the guys I’m with are nice, or at least normal.”
“Uh-huh, that and...”
“And what?”
“I probably shouldn’t say anything.”
“Maybe, but you already said too much to shut up now. Spill it.”
“Well, don’t tell her I said anything. When you’re with her, like a normal boyfriend, it’s usually over too quick. You’re getting off when she’s just getting warmed up. It’s the same with me and Lissa. It just takes girls longer to get going. She has a lot more fun if you got a load off before you’re with her. You last a lot longer on the second round. The problem is, if you jerk off right before you see her, she feels like that was the main event and being with her is like, extra innings.”
“What does she expect?”
“Exactly what she’s asking for. If you’re with some creep, especially if she set it up and you don’t really want to be there, you can be with her after and she still feels like she’s the main event. That’s part of why she wants you to have a dick in you while you jerk off. Then you’re not doing it to make yourself happy. You’re doing it to get ready for her.”
“How much does Lissa know about this?”
“Enough to make you blush but nowhere close to all of it. Wait til after the meeting.”
“Meeting? What meeting?”
“Today, at your place. Your mom didn’t tell you?”
“Just to be home by one o'clock. Which is like, less than half an hour from now. We better get moving.”
There were several unfamiliar cars parked out front. Debbie and Lissa were watching a movie in the basement or at least had the TV going loud enough to keep the folks upstairs from hearing what they were talking about. Everyones mom was there except for Lissa, her dad showed up. He saw Ellie with them on the patio as they joined the girls downstairs.
“Hi guys! I guess today is when we find out what happens at the end of summer vacation.”
“What’s up?”
“Your mom didn’t say? What a bitch! Ok, her and Ellie are going to try to talk the others into doing a home school thing.”
***
“I already thanked each of you for agreeing to listen, now I’d like to start by thanking all of you for actually showing up. Since we all have school age children, you all have some familiarity with the public school system. I won’t waste your time and mine trash talking it. While there are some truly exceptional people trying to work within the system, they are too few and too scattered to accomplish much. The biggest problem is that people have lost sight of what it is and what it was designed to do. Public schools were never intended to provide a high quality education to the kids who could profit from it. They were intended to provide minimal social and technical literacy to kids who had no place else to learn.”
***
“She wants to pull you out of school before I can turn you into the class whore. She doesn’t actually have a problem with you being some creeps fuck puppet. I think she’s more worried you might meet a nice girl instead of somebody like me.”
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“It doesn’t take much to provide a better education than public school. It does take more than the average parent can afford to spend on a single student. Also, a public school provides a social environment difficult to match at home. This can be good or bad. Home schooled students have a reputation with the general public of being more than a little eccentric. They are also far less likely to become drug addicts, prematurely pregnant, or pick up a long list of STD’s.
“My son turns thirteen the day after tomorrow. If I have to choose between a public school or leaving him at home unsupervised, he won’t be at home. If I can talk you into sharing the cost of a series of part time and volunteer tutors, all our kids will get a better education than they would on the public dime.”
***
“So… She’s going to try to get our folks to sign off on a sort of co-op deal and turn us into a micro class. Ellie will try to convince them the four of us are enough to be considered a “peer group”. I suppose this is as good a time as any to let you know. She specializes in cases of ongoing sexual abuse. I’ve been seeing her since they pulled that creep off of me.”
***
“Let me introduce my friend Ellie, a certified youth counselor.”
“Good afternoon. Let me start by saying I’m not a strong fan of home schooling. Far too often it’s been a way for fringe groups to isolate their children from the main stream. In other cases, it has been used to keep children from escaping an abusive home life. Four children, from four separate homes, is realistically about the minimum I would consider as an acceptable class size. In the less rigid environment provided by a combination of home and public space they can get at least as much social interaction as kids that are part of a larger student body, but have little time to talk to each other.
“As parents you already know that teaching kids isn’t that hard. They learn from everything they see, hear, and do. The difficult part, especially for home schooled kids is providing a broad range of experiences and not leaving critical gaps. The public school breaks it down by subject and offers multiple class periods per day. This may not be the best way and certainly isn’t optimum for home teaching. I would suggest a separate subject each day with a tutor willing to explore all facets of the field. In many cases it may be more practical to bring the kids to the tutor than the other way around. Think of it as, ‘bring four kids to work day’. I’ll let Mary talk about some of the tutors or mentors she has already lined up.”
“My friend Bob is an unemployed, I guess you could say, ‘starving’, artist. No, he doesn’t have teaching credentials. What he does have is an artists eye and knowledge of a wide range of media for expressing it. I believe he’s fully competent to help the kids develop at least an appreciation for the work created by others if they lack the talent or interest to create their own...
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“At least one day out of the week we’ll be with Bob. That is, Timmy will be with Bob. I’m sure he’ll let the rest of us watch. Lissa and I can practice doing makeup. We can all learn to sketch story boards while we study still and video photography. Since all of you guys at least pretend to be straight, us girls might even end up providing some, uh, inspiration.”
***
“Martin is a web page designer. Again, he has no teaching credentials. What he does have is a solid practical background in real world applications for the Internet. No matter what career the kids eventually pursue, having a thorough grounding in advertising and promotional activities will be priceless.”
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“Martin will show us how to find our way around the dark web. He’ll also teach us how to edit the still and video media of Timmy. I’m sure that will require doing some fresh bits to bridge some gaps. After we build up his fan base, custom shoots or even live shows aren’t completely out of the question.”
***
“Lars and Ingrid Nordstrom run a kennel and grooming business at the edge of town. They’re semi-retired and their children are grown. They’d welcome the opportunity to introduce the kids to the day to day details of running a business.”
***
“Timmy’s boss at the kennel hasn’t come right out and *told* him it’s ok to fuck the dogs, more accurately, to let them fuck him. If his jeans should happen to sag enough to show scratches on his waist, I doubt like hell Lars or his wife would be shocked. Timmy’s mom might do something really evil if we don’t give her copies of the video. Then again, she might do something worse if we do.”
***
“It shouldn’t be too difficult to find others. Someone unable to make a major commitment will still be willing to take a class on an intermittent basis. One of us may have to fill in if there’s a sudden cancellation.”
***
“I’m not sure how much time I want to spend watching my dad with a boy. I already know more than I want to about where his dick has been. If it’s a matter of Debbie and me teasing him enough that by the time he’s done with Timmy he can’t get it up again… count me in.”
***
“That’s about it for the rough outline. Even if we have to hire a credentialed teacher and make arrangements with the local college for courses that require lab time the total bill should be less than a quarter of what private schools want, for a much better education than a public school can provide. You don’t have to make a snap decision. Think it over for a week and make a note of any questions you have.”
The other kids left with their parents as the meeting broke up. It was another half hour before Mary decided to drag Timmy out of the basement. When she came down he was sitting in front of the TV, not quite catatonic.
“How could you do that to me? Pull me out of school and turn me into some kind of perverted sex slave?”
“What do you mean, ‘turn you into’? Just because the possible tutors I named are mostly men that have had you doesn't mean *I’m* going to make you do anything with them. Of course, I’m not exactly going to whine and moan if you let that twisted little bitch show your closest friends what a pervert you really are.”
“Debbie wouldn’t...”
“Wouldn’t what? I won’t go into the details, she’ll tell you whatever she thinks you need to know. We spent some time, uh, negotiating boundaries. You need me too much as a parent to also have me as your… I don’t know… Your mistress? Perhaps pimp is closer, though I’d never put you out there for money.
“If you went to the gym alone there’s all sorts of things you could do. You could even use free weights safely as long as you were just working muscles and not trying to push your limits. But if you were doing more weight or more reps than before, you’d need a spotter, just to make sure you don’t get hurt. At least to make sure you don’t get injured. Just enough of the right kind of hurt isn’t always a bad thing.”
“You’re saying Debbie is sort of like my spotter for...”
“… for all those things a normal boy would rather die than discuss with his mom. I think she even wants to be a little bit like a *really* personal coach, pushing you into things you might not have the nerve to try on your own.”
“Yeah. She’s like that sometimes.”
“That’s ok. I do want you to keep a couple of things in mind. You’re not a normal boy, any more than I’m an average mom. If I tripped over you and Debbie making love, it would be awkward but not particularly exciting. I find it degrading and humiliating to be present while you beg some pervert to use you in place of a girl, more by how aroused I become witnessing the abuse than anything you’re doing.
“Which brings us to your pre-birthday or post childhood party. I’ll be hosting it here, so not being present really isn’t an option for me. Debbie, with some help from her friends and yours, is planning the activities. It’s a fairly safe bet that most of them will have some connection to your favorite form of sexual role play. Should you decide to play along, I will either have to flee the scene or play out a role of my own.”
“I can probably guess, and I’m sure it’s more than I want to know, but I suppose you better spell it out for me.”
“While voyeurism doesn’t quite rise to the level of an actual sex act, it most certainly is a sexual activity. Becoming aroused while my son is being sexually abused is just a short step from being the actual perpetrator. If I have provided the location where it takes place, selected one or more of the participants, informed them that I’ll make no attempt to interfere or protect you, well, I’m part of it. Only in my case, layered on top of any other perversities is the fact that I’m your mother. If I’m part of the audience the whole humiliating spectacle is incestuous as well.”
“So, what do you expect me to do about it?”
“That’s up to you and Debbie. You seem comfortable with letting her take a dominant role in your relationship.”
“Sort of. It’s more exciting if I don’t have a choice. But the kind of perv that really doesn't care what I want is more scary than fun. Debbie can tell me to be with some guy, let him do stuff, even ask him to do stuff, and it’s not really queer because I’m doing it for her. It’s still creepy to have some old guy fucking me, but it’s fun creepy. Like, he can be the kind of guy I might want to hang around with when he isn’t raping me.”
“Like Billy?”
“That’s like the same thing only different. We’ve been best friends for years. When he asked me, I let him. But he was embarrassed about asking and I was embarrassed about letting him do it. Debbie decided it would be more fun for everybody if he stopped asking and just did it whenever he got horny.”
“Is it? More fun for everybody?”
“I guess. It’s kind of mean, Debbie making me let him do it. Billy is starting to like playing the big, bad, pervert. It’s almost like it isn’t all playing, like a little bit of him really is that kind of creep. The weirdest part is that I kind of want it that way. Like if he’s going to fuck me I sort of want him to be a creep about it, and if I’m getting fucked by him I want it to be sort of creepy. Sick, huh?”
“Don’t ask me. I quit worrying about that back where your girlfriend told your best buddy he should spend more time raping you… and he listened.”
The day of the party finally arrived. Debbie and Lissa showed up while he was still showering off the kennel stink. He wasn’t sure if the latest case of blue balls was from being hard more or less constantly for the last two days, or the girls teaming up to towel him off when he stepped out of the shower. They spent more than an hour on his makeup, having him wash his face twice so they could start over, trying to get the right look.
Finally, his mom showed up and made him wash his face again. They settled on lipstick, mascara, and a little eye shadow. Anything more would look too gross after it got messed up. She also brought a little red dress of some thin stretch knit and a bottle of liquid adhesive that would keep his stockings from falling off until he soaked it loose with alcohol. Sleeveless, it had an open neck but wasn’t very low cut. While it’s not like he had any cleavage to show off, his nips were puffy enough to be noticeable. The fabric of the dress was so clingy even a garter belt would have stood out like a road map.
He was answering the doorbell as the first of the guests arrived and froze for a second when the mirror on the hall closet door caught his reflection. The dress hardly covered the tops of his stockings and it was obvious that he was all there was under it. There was no longer any possible doubt about who was going to be providing the entertainment.
This was confirmed by the first guest as Ellie dipped slightly to grab his ass and murmur in his ear, “happy birthday you hot little cunt”. Soon it was Lissa’s step-dad snickering at the way his stiffy was stretching the fabric while pre-cum formed a growing wet spot. Timmy wanted to hide somewhere but Debbie kept him chatting with the guests between greeting new arrivals. Billy, Martin, Bob and Mr. Ahrens were all expected. His mom and the girls, or at least Debbie, would have been there anyway and Ellie certainly was no surprise. One guest he hadn’t been required to greet seemed to be in no big hurry to introduce herself. Not to him that is, and he wasn’t exactly dressed to make a good first impression on the sort of girl he might *want* to meet. She was wandering around chatting with the others.
The slender redhead was closer to his mom’s age and while he was sure he’d remember if he had ever met her she looked vaguely familiar. She and his mom disappeared just as one last guest arrived. Billy and Lissa picked that moment to join them and Debbie smiled like she was telling the worlds funniest joke.
“I asked Billy not to use any names when they took you to that store. So while you’re not the last one to find out that you already met Billy’s uncle, you’re probably the last to know who he is. Everybody is here now and we can start the party.
“Lissa was surprised that I didn’t have a problem with pervs forcing you to be a girl. She couldn’t imagine wanting to be with Billy after something like that. When we first talked about it, she wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea of him fucking you.”
“I’m still not thrilled, but we spent a lot of time talking about it. He told me about what his uncle did to him and I can deal with that. The same way he can deal with me and my step-dad. I’ve never had a boyfriend before so I’m only beginning to learn what it’s all about. If I caught him fooling around with another girl, I’d be really upset. Maybe not breakup level but really close. Letting a guy do him would be at least as bad.
“From what Debbie and Billy have told me, this girl thing you do is different. It’s more like a role play deal but the role doesn’t stay exactly the same when you’re with different people. With Billy it almost isn’t even real sex. He gets a load off. What you have to do to make that happen isn’t his problem. You’re not trying to make him *happy*. Your mouth and ass are just different ways to jerk him off. If Debbie wants you to get your own load off while you do it, that’s not his problem either.”
Debbie picked it up. “After they finished with you, I asked them not to do anything until I could set it up for them to have you again. Billy is as horny as you, maybe worse. By now he’d probably squirt if Lissa spent ten minutes whispering sweet nasties in his ear. We’d really like to watch you get down on your knees while he fucks your face.”
“You can’t be serious?! Right now? In front of everybody? There’s no way I can do that!”
She pulled him aside, continuing in a low voice. “I spent a lot of time putting this together, including some really embarrassing conversations with people I didn’t even know. If you can’t, I mean really, honestly, *can’t* do what I tell you… well… then you can’t. I think right now we’re both pretty sure what’s going to happen.”
Debbie reached down and lightly ran a fingertip the length of the hardon stretching the front of his dress.
“We’ll stay in the front hall, only a few of the guests will be able to see what you’re doing. Billy isn’t going to last very long, especially if you go totally bad girl and really try to get him off. We didn’t get you all dressed up for nothing.”
That’s where reality started to warp. Timmy glanced back at what he could see of the living room from where they were. People weren’t openly trying not to watch but it didn’t seem like his little group was getting any special attention. It was just a normal party, people standing around sipping drinks and nibbling snack food. You could drop any one of them into the middle of a church social and nobody would notice. Any of them except the skinny young boy dressed like a whore.
He dropped to his knees like a puppet with its strings cut, would have hurt himself if Billy’s uncle hadn’t caught him enough to cushion the landing. His arms dangled uselessly as Billy pulled out his dick and grabbed Timmy’s hair to tip his head back.
“Keep your hands off my cock! I’m gonna cum too quick as it is. I want to shoot while I’m fucking your face.”
He’d be more embarrassed later, thinking that what happened next should have been worse. He was blushing, about half as bad as the first time. He was gagging and choking… some. Mostly though he was sucking his lips down tight around his best friends cock, feeling it slide smoothly over his tongue and enter his throat, only to be pulled back before his empty stomach could give more than half a lurch.
He probably shouldn’t have looked up when he did. Seeing Billy smile like a creepy perv was bad enough. Debbie and Lissa crowding in on both sides, intentionally bumping Billy with their tits and hips, teasing him to, “rape that slut”, and, “break her in good”, was worse. Billy went deep when he came, cutting off his air as spurt after spurt went right down his throat. Timmy wasn’t fully conscious when Debbie pulled him to his feet and wrapped her arms around him to plant a kiss that cleared out what little cum he hadn’t managed to swallow.
“That’s what they call getting off to a good start. I’m holding a tub of lube behind you right now. If you pull up the back of your dress I’ll try to get enough of it in your pretty little ass that Billy’s uncle won’t hurt you. Or at least enough to keep you from getting injured. I kind of like the idea of horny perverts hurting you with their cocks, as long as they don’t get carried away. The way your dick twitched when I said that, I’m not the only one who wants it a little rough.”
She rested her chin on his shoulder while her fingers were busy getting his ass nice and wet.
“This feels kind of Lez, getting you ready to be used like a girl. I don’t know if I should ask you to turn around so you can see at least some of the guests. It’s probably better like this. They might get embarrassed if you noticed them checking out the action. Right now the biggest kick is Martin watching Ellie tease your mom. She’s got Mary squirming like she’s searching for a bathroom but you don’t blush that way when you need to pee. Let’s see if she soaks her panties when her little girl gets drilled by a hot, hard, man cock.”
Debbie backed away enough to set the lube on a small table in the entry hall. Stepping up to him again she lifted his hands to her shoulders, then asked him to bend forwards a little. The perv rested one hand on his hip while using the other to run his knob up and down Timmy’s greasy ass crack. He couldn’t stay completely quiet as the head began to open up his hole, through it’s hard to describe the sound he was making, something between a squeal and a groan. Debbie took his face between her hands, looking into his eyes.
“That’s it. Don’t fight him. You must have been something special the last time for him to be so hot to use you again. He didn’t get that horny just from watching you be nice to Billy. Or maybe he did, I’ve got to admit, watching him fuck your face was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Can you do the thing your mom told me about? She said the first time she walked in on you and Bob, you were rising up on your toes and pushing back to meet his thrusts. Do you remember what you were saying?”
“Oh God! I can’t!”
“But you do remember, right? Even if you don’t actually mean it right now, or don’t mean it with this guy, you want me to hear you say it, don’t you?”
“Ohhh… Please… Uh… Do it! Shove your cock in me! Make me be a girl! Make me ask for it… beg for it. I’ll be a girl any time you want me.”
“That is sooo hot!”
Debbie reached under him to lightly grip his hardon through the dress.
“Oh dear! Your pretty new party dress is so messed up. That can’t all be pre-cum. You actually did it, popped a load while some creep was raping you! Now you’re either still hard or hard again. It doesn’t matter which. It will be a while before you get so turned on you need a catch rag. Say there sir, would you be kind enough to get this girls zipper?”
That was enough to push the perv over the edge. Timmy straightened up and let Debbie pull the dress down until it puddled around his ankles, while something he didn’t want to think about trickled down the inside of his thigh. She picked it up as he stepped out of it, then escorted him to where Bob and Mr. Ahrens were trading lies.
“I’m sure a couple of horny, perverted, creeps can think of some way to keep a slut amused. Until they show up, why don’t you bend this kid over and do her from both ends while I rinse out a few things.”
She must have just thrown it in a tub to soak because she was back before they finished. He saw her stepping out the patio door with the redhead just as he got too busy to worry about anything else. He was heading that way himself when Ellie intercepted him and passed him a tall glass of iced tea.
“You look like you could use a chaser. You also don’t want to go out there just yet. Debbie and her new friend are getting your mom ready for the last part of the show. You should really thank her for setting this up.”
“Debbie?”
“Your mom. The party was mostly her idea. Hers and *her* mom, but your grandmother isn’t around any more. She threw a party for her little girl on your moms first birthday after becoming a woman. The guest list included everyone she could find who might want to fuck her daughter. You’re younger than she was, a little anyway, but you’re at least as much of a dick hound. Your mom also limited the list to men who already had you at least once, them and women who wouldn’t get upset at the idea of a boy being used.”
“If there’s a woman who would pitch a fit about it I haven’t met her yet.”
“Oh, there’s a lot of them, maybe even most women. Some creep getting his rocks off abusing a child offends them all the way down on a biological level. That would be fine if it weren’t for the inconvenient fact that kids eventually grow up, most of them anyway, some faster than others. There are adult virgins, not many of them but a few.”
“When do most kids start?”
“It’s hard to say. It’s not like you have to call somebody and report losing your cherry. I treated a twelve year old who was caught with a retired friend of her grandfather. A fifteen year old neighbor boy broke her in when she was nine. That’s about the youngest I’m sure was voluntary. Remember, I’m a counselor, usually I only get to see those who have a problem with what is going on. Sometimes, situations that are really unusual don’t actually rise to the level of a problem. Look at you.”
“Me?”
“Yeah you. Nobody who walked in off the street right now would believe it but you’re basically straight.”
“It’s nice to have a professional opinion, but if I’m straight, what exactly is kinky?”
“That’s a different issue. I didn’t say you weren’t a pervert, only that you’re not queer. Most people have a submissive streak and it’s mostly a good thing. The kind of guy that has to be in charge of everything, all the time, can be a real pain after a while. Your submissive streak doesn’t seem to be any wider than the average boy your age but it maybe runs a little deeper. Or maybe your timing was a little bit off. Most people experiment with submissive role play after they have some experience with the more vanilla sorts of sexual expression.”
“Instead, I listened to Debbie telling us what she did.”
“That sort of set the stage. Everyone has this idea that the number one young girl fantasy is some hunk saying, ‘I love you’. Maybe they’re right but, ‘shut up and take it’, has to be running a pretty close second. Which is not a bad thing since that’s the hot fantasy for boys her age.”
“Uh-huh, but they’re thinking about saying it, not hearing it.”
“I won’t tell you you’re wrong. That doesn’t mean you’re completely right either. When we start talking about what goes on inside a guys head there isn’t very much that is 100% black or white. You’re not the first boy who wondered what it would be like for the girl. You’re sure as hell not the first one that found out. You tell me, would it have been better or worse for you if you never thought about it before Bob picked you up?”
“I… really don’t know. When I told him I wanted it, to be forced, I was so embarrassed I thought I was going to die. I was pretty sure he was going to do it anyway, then kill me afterwards. At the time I thought I was giving him a way to blackmail me, so he could let me go when he was done without being scared I would go to the cops.”
“It seems to have worked.”
“Uh-huh. Only it kept going, like pulling a loose thread until everything unravels and then you’re suddenly standing there naked… in church… with a stiffy. It wasn’t fun, even when he made me come. The whole thing was so… *intense*, that I couldn’t stop thinking about it, later, after I was home. I suppose he could have blackmailed me into coming back. Instead, he made me promise not to jerk off until I was sure I didn’t want to be with him again.”
“And you did? Want to see him?”
“That part of it is so messed up. I didn’t have to. I didn’t even want to. But after six days I was ready to do anything for anybody if it included me getting a load off.”
“Couldn’t you masturbate? A promise made under duress isn’t really binding.”
“I know, but… The first day, not doing it wasn’t too hard but not thinking about it was impossible. After that I got stubborn. By the third day I knew he was going to fuck me. It was like every day I held off was one more day he didn’t get what he wanted. I don’t know how I kept mom from guessing something was wrong when I told her about the kennel job. What kind of kid begs his mom for permission to be with a rapist? She must have thought the job was like, insanely important to me.”
“That was the morning she walked in on you?”
“Yeah. That was only the second time I was with Bob but the first time he made me do it again and again until I stopped counting. I don’t mean like I couldn’t count that high, just that there was no point. There wasn’t some set number of times he was going to do it. When he told me to take my clothes off, it felt more like, ‘first time, part two’, than the start of something new.”
“Actually, it’s surprisingly common for victims of ongoing abuse. If the initial attack is either unusually severe or severely unusual, later assaults have so much less impact they register as ‘that too’. When the physical component of the abuse is primarily of a sexual nature, the victim is already socially isolated and the acts incorporate strong or multiple taboos, the victim can become unusually vulnerable.
“Girls, almost from day one, are more body conscious. Any attention they receive has at least some sexual overtones. They are expected to seek out the attention, to spend a lot of time and effort making themselves high value targets for some mans affection or at least the physical expression of it.
“Boys are the exact opposite. They’re expected to put themselves out there, be the aggressors, take the hit and shrug it off as if nothing happened. For a boy to admit he plays the submissive role with his girl, that he’s ‘pussy whipped’, would get the other boys laughing and teasing him. If he reveals that he’s a queer slut, that men use him to get their rocks off and he cums while they do it, he’d be met with total silence.”
“They’d think I was a freak.”
“Partly. Most of it would be fear. They all know deep down that any guy who is big enough, and really wants to, can make them do it. That’s scary enough. The idea that they might get off on being put in that position is terrifying. They mentally back away from the whole thing, change the subject to cars or sports. Some ignorant little snot might see the way you are and call you a pussy. If he could see you right now, naked, cum splattered, a little queasy with fear and anticipation about what’s next, he’d shut up and run away blushing.”
“What *is* next anyway?”
“Pushing your limits of course. Sexual submission is no big thrill if you’re forced to do what you would have done anyway. That’s what hooked you from the beginning, being forced outside your preference. Getting caught by your mom took it to the next level.
“Tell me something. Imagine Bob never happened. Imagine that instead of catching you with him she walked in while you were jacking off. She handled it calmly, gave you the usual talk, then finished by telling you she was concerned about how and how often. Until she was sure you weren’t doing anything harmful you would only be allowed to masturbate in her presence. You could cheat of course. She could also try to prevent that. Impossible, but that might not keep her from trying. Given a choice of abstinence or pleasuring yourself in front of your mother, how long would it take your horniness to overcome your embarrassment?”
“Uh… I don’t know. I can’t imagine leaving it alone longer than I did trying to avoid going back to Bob. After today, it wouldn’t be a problem. If I’d never done anything else it would be almost impossible.”
“Almost. If she used just enough of the right kind of pressure, it wouldn’t take long for you to force yourself to comply. It would begin to escalate immediately. Even a horny young boy will only get so far on physical stimulation alone. You’re at an age where you’ll do everything in your power to prove she can’t tell you what to think. That wouldn’t stop her from asking about your fantasies, or describing the sorts of things others find exciting. It’s a natural step from there to erotic role play. Your only hope to avoid an incestuous relationship with your mom would be to seek out other partners. She might or might not try to influence your choices. You might or might not be aware of whatever influence she tries to exert. It’s possible you could eventually end up at a party where you’re expected to sexually pleasure anyone who is interested.”
“A party like this one?”
“If this is where you belong, whatever path you take would sooner or later bring you to something like this. It isn’t fate, anymore than your interests and aptitudes influencing your other choices in life. Your role in what’s happening this afternoon is perverse. If a complaint regarding my presence were filed I might get my credentials pulled for something like, ‘depraved indifference’. In view of the fact that your participation is voluntary, at least to the extent of wanting to have no choice, I find it hard to get upset about what is being done to you. I could dress it up as professional curiosity, a chance to observe something far more common than most people are prepared to consider. Honestly though, I find it both amusing and erotic to watch the way you respond, going from reluctant to accepting and eventually enthusiastic as each pervert discovers again what a horny little cunt you are.”
Debbie picked that moment to join them and announce than his special present was ready out on the patio. As they moved in that direction she continued.
“Actually, this part of it is for your mom as much as you. It isn’t any secret that she finds it insanely exciting when perverts are raping you, while being deeply ashamed of the way she feels. You should get a kick out of what we worked out for her.”
The original patio was a rectangular concrete slab with the long side fronting sliding glass doors to the dining room and the shorter end against the side of the garage where a people door gave access. This had been extended with pavers and plantings to double the size and provide as much privacy as possible while still living in town. The roof was supported by the two buildings and a metal pole on the outside corner. Today, the pole was supporting more than the roof.
Asked to describe his mom to a stranger, the word “hot” would have been pretty far down the list. Mary was closer to forty than thirty and despite her best efforts had put on a few pounds. Not the sort of body to be flattered by the thong bikini she was presently wearing. He was slightly relieved to discover he was more turned on by the ball gag filling her mouth than the scraps of fabric that barely covered her nipples and slit. Backed up against the pole, her hands were pulled behind it and duct taped, as were her ankles and forehead. The straight pole against her ass forced her to arch herself outwards as if thrusting her sex towards the small crowd. A pair of controls were tucked under the strings, attached to wires that disappeared between her thighs.
“Each of those wires ends at a vibrating egg that has found a temporary home. They’re set low enough she isn’t going to cum very soon if she can manage it at all. It would be more degrading to make her jill off but nobody wants to waste attention on her. Today is about you. We can’t actually make her watch but shes facing the right direction and can’t turn away.”
In the corner where the garage joined the house was the familiar looking redhead and a Doberman he recognized from the kennel.
“Hi, I’m Anna Nordstrom. I designed and installed the security system where you work. Part of that was remote access so I could monitor performance and install upgrades. So, while this is the first time you’ve met me I already know you *very* well. From your expression, you’re also familiar with Duke here, one of the younger and more aggressive studs my dad owns. I’m sure everybody here would love to watch the two of you making each other happy.”
He hadn’t thought that he’d forgotten how to blush, not in so many words. It still felt like he was proving himself wrong as his cheeks heated.
“So far the party has been quite entertaining for us girls. Every one of us has at least fantasized about a guy taking us like some kind of lust crazed animal. The idea sells bales of romance novels and makes its way into movie plots. Watching another woman used that way is too much for most of us. It’s close enough to rape we feel squicky about being excited by it. This is going to sound a little cruel. Part of growing up girl is learning not to care too much about what happens to boys. Watching men have you is still twisted, but more exciting than sick.
“You can see we moved the cushions off the lounger. What you need to do now is lie face down, spread your legs, and reach back with both hands to pull your cute little buns apart.”
“I...”
He let it trail off. Nobody would laugh out loud if he said that he couldn’t. Nobody would believe it either, not even himself. Debbie was next to him, resting a hand on his shoulder.
“Bob was joking when he talked about making you show how much you really loved dogs. Don’t do this for him. For Gods sake don’t do it for Duke. Once he’s had you, a happy massage will never be enough for him again. You’ll still be able to get him off that way, he just won’t be happy with anything less than fucking you. Don’t even look at your mom. She’s crying and grinding her thighs together, humiliated by how much this is turning her on and insanely frustrated that she can’t quite push herself into an orgasm. Don’t even do it for me. This is past anything I would ask you to do. If you do it, there’s a favor you could do for me, but I’m not asking you to put on a show for us.”
She placed something small and hard in his palm then closed his fingers over it and stepped away. He found himself staring at a marble sized ball with crossed slots cut in it and a rubber band looped through a ring on the back. It was a sleigh bell, sometimes called a harness bell, and he knew exactly what she wanted him to do with it. Dropping to his knees on the cushions, he looped the band several times around his dick right behind the head before going prone and spreading, for Duke, and everybody else. Anna gave Duke some slack in his leash.
“You’re in for a special treat. Right now, Duke is the only one here that would tongue fuck you and he’s got the best tongue in the place for doing just that.”
Oh… My… God… It felt like the wet raspy tongue was everywhere at once. His ass crack, balls, the inside of his thighs, it even dipped deep into an ass hole that was too tired to clamp down enough to keep it out. Soon he was lifting his ass until it was only his shoulders and knees on the cushions. Suddenly paws, and claws, dug into his waist as seven hard inches of dog cock rammed into his waiting ass. If he’d had time to tense up he would have screamed. As it was he grunted and moaned while Duke kept thrusting until his rapidly expanding knot was buried in Timmy’s ass.
It felt like he was trying to crap a bowling ball as Duke twisted around swinging one leg over his back until they were standing ass to ass. He could feel his ass filling with hot cum as Duke gave him a sperm enema. Oddly enough, it was the tinkle of the bell that made him aware of Anna kneeling beside him.
“There’s no reason Duke should have all the fun, or be the only one to get a happy massage.”
He couldn’t tell if it was intentional. Her blouse was no longer tucked into her slacks. Timmy was the only one there in a position to look up and see the fine lines on her hips, just above the waistline of her slacks. They were healed scratches, scars really, from being savagely fucked by one dog after another. Turning his head a little further, he saw her smiling down at him while lightly stroking his cock, even now trying to keep him from cumming too soon. She was like a drug dealer, proud of her product, giving him the first taste of what could become a lifetime addiction.
Most of the guests had departed by the time Anna finally let him cum, only moments before Dukes knot had shrunk enough they could part company with a wet pop that was too obscene for words. It was down to him and Debbie as he unwrapped the duct tape holding his mom to the pole. He was just getting the last of it off her wrists as Debbie suddenly grabbed the controllers for both eggs and spun them up to max. The resulting orgasm would have sprained her entire body if she’d still been tied. As it was, only the ball gag kept the whole neighborhood from hearing about it. Debbie left while they were still arguing over who would get first crack at a shower.
The End
