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M.L.
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Warning this story contains graphic sex between consenting adults. If you are underage, or if it's illegal where you are, or if the subject matter offends you, go away
Brad stared at the pictures for a long time. The fear and arousal grew simultaneously until he was rock hard, and shaking. He then looked at the message that had been sent with the pictures.
"Be sure you edge for an hour tonight as you look at your pictures. You now know that I know exactly who you are, where you work, and I can find you anytime I choose. Tomorrow you are to wear the pretty pink lace panties that you purchased last week. And be sure you wear a pair of tight white pants." It was signed simply Mistress Lascivious.
"Oh god" thought Brad. "Tomorrow I'm golfing with a group of doctors from the hospital. If I wear that they may notice."
After he had completed his required hour of edging, he sighed as he turned off the computer. He knew he would do it. He hoped that no one would notice.
"Fore" yelled Brad. This was the last hole of the day, and it had been pure torture. He thought that some had noticed his pink panties through his tight ass hugging pants. Although none had commented, it did seem as if a few of them snickered when he turned his back on them. The humiliation of this had kept him aroused almost the entire time. The bulge in his pants was unmistakable, as was the spot of precum that had grown quite large during the day. Unaware that playing just one hole behind him was Suzee and a group of her domme friends. None of them knew that Suzee had deliberately orchestrated when and where they played for a specific purpose. She had brought her camera with a telephoto lens along. She was always taking pictures wherever they went, so no one thought anything about it. In the locker room Brad tried to hide as he freshened up before going to the bar with his golfing partners. A couple of them had patted him on the ass and winked as they walked by on their way out. His face heated up each time with extreme embarrassment. He knew he couldn't challenge them about it, they would simply have commented on what he was wearing, and he couldn't let that happen.
As he walked out and picked up his golf bag where the caddy had left it for him, he saw a note attached to the bag. Fear coursed through his veins, and his cock throbbed at the same time. Cautiously opening it where no one would notice, he read.
"Be sure you give the caddy boy an outrageous tip, and caress his hand and arm as you do it. Look him directly in the eyes, and don't waver. I'll be watching." This time it was simply signed M.L. His heart pounded wildly. OMG, how could he do this with everyone watching? And he was known here, as this was the club where he usually played, and the caddy OMG, he was his regular one, and now he would tell everyone what happened.
He opened his wallet, took out a very large bill, and folded it, he squared his shoulders, as he approached the caddy, mustering all his nerve, he knew he had to do this. As he handed the tip, he made sure that the caddy saw the denomination, it was a huge tip. The caddy's eyes widened as he saw, and then Brad grasped his hand, and place his other hand on his shoulder. Gently caressing both he looked him directly in his eyes. At first the caddy appeared confused, but delighted at the tip. Then it dawned on him that there was more than just a huge tip here. Surprise, then contempt spread across his handsome young face, just turned 19, he needed the money but appeared to be tempted to give it back. He pulled away from Brad as if he was contagious. And barely managed to mumble out thanks for the tip.
The heat spread across Brad's face as he turned away, flushed a bright fire engine red, sweat dripped down his face.
"What's wrong with you?" asked one of his golf partners. This was one that had patted his ass earlier.
"Nothing, just a bit warm after being out in the hot sun today." Brad answered trying to pass it off casually.
Humming happily, Suzee put the finishing touches on the photos. These were some of the best she had ever taken. The ones of Brad golfing were outstanding, she had caught him perfectly in his swing, and every picture you could make out the pink panties under his pants. She even had a few of some of his buddies, looking at him strangely as he walked away. Some had disgust, others seemed intrigued, even one was without a doubt aroused, his hard cock showing as he leered at Brad's pantied ass. But the master piece was the pictures of him tipping the hot young caddy. After she finished typing the message, she stood up and stretched. It has been a long busy day, and she sure could have used a good massage, but it was late, and she needed to get her rest. Sending the message, she smiled, knowing that Brad would be nervously anticipating her message.
As he sat in front of his computer, fear knotted his stomach. Brad knew he would not like what was coming next, but yet he was aroused by it also. His cock hardened quickly as his shaking hands typed in his id and password. The temptation was too strong to ignore, so he pulled out his cock and balls and slowly stroked as the message downloaded. The need to cum was so strong, yet Suzee's instructions were stronger, as he approached his orgasm, he stopped. Breathing deeply he started looking at the photos.
"OMG" he thought. He had known the possibility existed that the pink panties could be seen, but he had no ideal that it was that visible beneath his tight white pants. And the looks from his golfing buddies. His face flushed a deep crimson as he saw their expressions when they looked at his ass. But when he saw the pictures of him with the caddy, it shook him to his toes. His cock started running precum like a faucet as he stared at them. There was no denying it didn't look like an innocent tip. Anyone who saw them would swear they were sharing a very intimate moment. And the look of contempt, and scorn nearly caused him to tear up. This was most humiliating. He had used the caddy for a quite a while, and knew he liked to talk. Soon everyone would know about this.
"Tomorrow you will receive a package from a private courier. There will be instructions and items for you in it. Be sure you open it in privacy." Simply signed M.L.
"Cody, I have a special evening planned for us tonight."
"MMM, you do?"
"Yes, remember I told you I had a new prospect for us? Well he is going to be involved, but this is a bit different than our usual arrangements." She quickly gave him the instructions as she multitasked in her office.
Irritated that the delivery man wouldn't take no for an answer, Brad quickly went into the lobby of the hospital. When he arrived he saw it was a private courier service, his heart raced, damn, his hands shook as he signed for it. It seemed like it took forever to get to his office. When he arrived, he locked his door, placed the package on the desk, and just looked at it for a long time. It was a battle inside his fear and independence vs. his arousal, and need to be controlled. Sighing, he finally reached over and opened it. On the top was a typed letter of instructions. Underneath it laid a leather hood, with only one opening for his mouth a studded leather cock ring, and a butt plug. The instructions were simple. It gave a street address and time, said to be there promptly, to put the cock ring and plug on in his office before leaving, then once he arrived, he was to go directly inside, to a specific location, strip, neatly fold his clothes and place them the floor. Put the hood on and get on the floor on all fours and wait.
Suzee and Cody waited across the street from the old warehouse. Just past dusk, the street lamps were the only illumination. As they watched they were lazily touching each other, Cody's fingers brushed her nipples, traced slowly down her stomach until they were nestled between her legs. Her hands firmly kneaded his thigh, the reached over and rubbed his hardened cock through his jeans. This leisurely touching was arousing them both to the point when they become breathless, then they would stop. This repeated until the atmosphere in the suv crackled with sexual energy.
A yellow cab pulled up and stopped at the end of the block, and a figure emerged. Walking towards the entrance of the old building, Suzee could tell from the walk it was Brad. Immediately they stopped and just watched as he nervously looked around and went in the doorway. She smiled at Cody as he looked at his watch. Timed perfectly, the victim had arrived.
Brad nervously entered the building, his hands shaking as he carried the package down the hall to the correct doorway. Entering, he didn't hesitate, but immediately stripped. His rock hard cock slapped his stomach as he removed his boxers. The cock ring had engorged it, and it was turning a nice deep red. He followed all the directions exactly, he didn't want to make a mistake. Especially since he didn't know what the result would be. Once he was on the floor on all fours, hooded, he just waited, deprived of his sense of hearing, sight and smell, it seemed like he waited for hours. His heart thumped hard in his chest, and his cock bounced with each heart beat, precum dripping on the floor. The panic rising in him his entire body was shaking. Suddenly he jerked as a hand touched his ass. He forced himself to stay. He felt two pairs of hands roaming his entire body. Touching, caressing, the arousal overtook his fear and panic as he relaxed to the sensations his nerve endings interpreted as hot fire.
Suzee looked at Cody and silently motioned with her head. They immediately stopped, and left the room. Opening a door down the hall, she turned on the lights. Bright flood lights filled the room. She checked and made sure all the equipment was ready, and then she stripped and placed a hood on her head this one had openings for her eyes, nose mouth, and ears. Finished she looked over at Cody.
"Damn, he looks good." She thought as she hungrily looked at him. His muscular body, nicely shaped cock, the leather hood made him even sexier she thought. She filed away a plan for them to have sex, just the two of them wearing nothing but these hoods. Her nipples stood at attention, and the moist arousal between her legs energized her. It seemed that it had the same effect on Cody, she saw him staring at her, his extremely hard cock dripping with precum.
"Show time, let's get this going." He nodded his readiness at her instruction.
When they entered the room where Brad was waiting, they simply walked over and pulled him to his feet. Guiding him quickly into the prepared room, they left him standing in the center of it.
Brad felt a hand gently caressing his ass, and then it grabbed the plug and quickly pulled it out. His hole opened, he ached to have it full again. A hot warm mouth was on his cock, gently sucking. His body convulsed, he was so close to his orgasm. Then just as quickly it was gone. Hands pulled on his hood, removing it. The bright lights blinded him for a few minutes. Once adjusted he saw there were two people, a woman and a man, both hooded. He looked around, he was standing in a circle of bright light, the perimeter of the room was dark. The hooded woman walked up behind him and pressed on his shoulders, forcing him down on his knees, she then motioned for the man to come forward, he stood directly in front of him, his hard cock only a hair away from his mouth.. He heard her whispering in his hear.
"You want to suck on that cock don't you?" He wanted to shout NO, but his head nodded yes, not cooperating with his mind.
"Tell him you want to suck it." She whispered. He opened his mouth, intending to deny it. But instead heard himself saying.
"Please Sir, I want to suck your cock." The cock was slapped across his face, precum splattered on his chin, cheeks and nose.
"Beg him for it. Say it like you really mean it."
Desperation in his voice, he begged."Please Sir, let me suck your cock, I want it in my mouth, I want to pleasure it for you."
Then he cock was forced through his lips, into his mouth. He tried to suck it carefully, keeping is teeth away. He felt her hand pushing him forward on it. She began to berate him, telling that he didn't do it properly. Pushing harder, she forced him to take it deep in his throat, his gag reflex, almost caused him to choke. The man placed his hands on the back of his head, and began to fuck his face. Taking slow deliberate long strokes, he maintained a steady pace.
He felt her hands on his chest, teasing and pinching his nipples. Then he felt something pressed against his hole. She had put her strapon cock on without him noticing. She then began to inch her way in. It stretched him unmercifully. It was larger than the plug he had worn in. She too began to fuck in the same steady rhythm as the guy fucking his face. His battered throat and prostate simultaneously aroused him beyond his wildest fantasies. Suddenly she pulled him off the cock by his hair, and commanded in the same whisper she had used consistently to beg for more, and to tell them he was a faggot cocksucking whore. He surprised himself with the emotion of his voice, while he begged, and called himself those names, he even improvised, and added more.
"Where did that come from?" he wondered to himself, as he continued to verbalize this, louder and with more fervency. Once again his face was shoved onto the cock. And this time he was being fucked ruthlessly, on both ends. He felt the throbbing cock pulse, and the warmth of the first shot of cum slid down his throat. The cock was pulled back until just the head was in his mouth, two more huge shots of cum filled his mouth. He swallowed desperately trying to get it all. Then it was pulled out and cum splattered across his face and hair. Cum dripping from his nose and chin he tried to lick it with his tongue, wanting it all. Through his sex induced haze he realized his ass was being assaulted with a vengeance, she was approaching her orgasm, and fucked without concern. She pistoned in and out of him like a rabid jackhammer. His battered prostate sent tingling sensations through his body. He wanted to stroke but now the man had his hands gripped tightly, refusing to let go. Suddenly his balls drew up so far he thought they went inside his body. As he was at the point of no return, she grunted, and moaned in his ear, her orgasm was just exploding. Together they came in a heaving, sweating mass of uncontrollable body movements, his cum splattered on the man's legs, feet, and on the floor. Collapsing on his back she forced him forward on the floor. Gasping for air they laid there. Finally she whispered to him to lick the cum from the man and off the floor. He greedily complied, licking his legs, feet, between his toes, and the floor until it was all gone.
"Your night has only just begun pussyboy."
Then next morning as he got ready for work, his body ached, sore and battered, he relived that night over and over again. He had been fucked in both holes from every conceivable position, he had eaten so much cum that he still wasn't hungry. He had only been allowed to get close enough to look at her pussy, it was always just out of reach, and he watched as the man ate her and fucked her, while he was only allowed to stroke. Permission was needed before he was allowed to cum. The smell of sex had filled the air, and the sound of skin slapping on skin, slurping noises as he sucked, kept him aroused. He was in the shower, hard again, and edged despite the fact that he was sore, his cock even hurt. His raspy voice was the only symptom that anyone would hopefully notice today. Both the man's cock and her strapon had brutally used it without regard.
He stopped at the local coffee shop for his cappuccino on the way in when he noticed a folded piece of paper in his wallet. He opened it, and the desire for coffee vanished as he left abruptly. If anyone had noticed they would have seen tears, and a huge bulge in his pants. The fear and arousal were at it again.
The note simply read.
"Pictures and video clips of your performance will be emailed to you soon, look for them" signed M.L.
He went into his private bathroom in his office, locked the door, and edged for an hour, tears falling, and precum running. He didn't know where this would end, and didn't want it to stop.
Suzee breezed in the door at the gym. She walked briskly towards Cody's office when she noticed Brad working out, Cody was at his side, giving him instructions. She stopped and watched as the two of them interacted. She knew that Cody wouldn't divulge the recent secret encounter, but she wondered if Brad had any suspicions. She decided to sit and observe the two of them together. They seemed to have a good rapport, laughing, talking and casually touching, all looking innocent, unless you observed their eyes, the looked at each others crotches and ass when the other wasn't looking. The two of them painted quite an erotic scene in her mind as she watched. Her fingers ached to touch them, her nipples hardened at the thought of her and the two of them together. She wanted to reveal her identity to Brad, but it wasn't time yet. She had other plans that needed to be completed first. The first of several pictures and video clips had been sent that morning. And she was aroused by the thought of Brad sitting at his computer shaking with fear and desire all at the same time.
Close to closing time, the gym was almost deserted, only Cody, Brad and one other client was here. And he was walking to the locker room, finished with his workout. She walked over to Cody and whispered in his ear while Brad was focused on completing a set. He barely noticed her, she timed it perfectly. Cody gave her a devilish grin and nodded at her instructions.
"Brad, I think we need to add couple more exercises to your routine tonight. I'll lock the door after the other client leaves, so we won't be disturbed. Its past closing time and I can concentrate on you better now."
"Sure" Brad grunted his assent as he finished the last rep.
Forty five minutes later, Brad dragged his worn out body towards the shower. This new gym and trainer was really paying off. He was getting a complete and thorough workout program now guided by the expert assistance from Cody. The hot shower soothed his sore muscles. He still was sore from that encounter the other night. His voice had finally returned to normal, but his ass was still tender. Feeling somewhat rejuvenated, he was drying off when he heard a noise outside the locker room. He intently listened. It sounded like someone was having sex. A man and woman, he felt sure. Easing to the doorway, he observed two figures in the sitting area. Quietly he approached. It was true, they were having sex, the man just then placed his head between her legs, and he heard a soft moan escape from her lips.
He eased up behind some artificial bushes where he thought he would be hidden from view, and watched. They were in the shadows, all the bright lights had been turned off, and only a few lamps and indirect lights gave the place a soft illumination. Unable to determine who they were he just watched. Naked his hard cock jutted out and brushed against the silk foliage. He bit his lip to keep quiet as he grasped his cock and began to slowly stroke. The moaning grew in intensity, he could hear the slurping noises from mans tongue and mouth on her. Fighting the desire to moan he managed to keep quiet. She was approaching her orgasm. He could see her hips undulating against the man's face. He was now at the edge of his orgasm, and all he needed was to simply touch and his cock would shoot, so he immediately let go. He wouldn't disappoint his mistress, he didn't have permission to cum. He watched as she bucked against the face, jerking him by his ears deeper against her. Once her orgasm subsided, he watched as the man slid up her body, kissing her he saw her spread wide as the hard throbbing cock entered her. A slow easy thrusting motion like an underwater dance, he watched as they just slowly climbed the heights of sexual pleasure.
"Damn, this man has stamina." He thought when he looked at his watch, it had been almost thirty minutes of continuous easy thrusting. He would bring her to the peak, and then slow down. He could only touch his cock occasionally or he would have erupted all over the silk plant. His cock was slick with precum, which was also dripping on the plant and floor, but he didn't even notice. He was so engrossed in the scene in front of him that nothing registered. There seemed to be something vaguely familiar, but with the muted light, he couldn't put his finger on it. He realized that the speed had increased and now he was thrusting harder. The whispered sounds she made sounded so hot that he would have enjoyed just listening. It was obvious her second orgasm was approaching then he saw her throw her head back and a loud moan erupted. Again it was familiar, but he didn't recognize it. As she peaked, he noticed the man began to ram her hard with abandon. All sense of control was lost. He pummeled her pussy with his hard cock mercilessly and she pushed right back, giving him just as much as he gave her. He heard a deep low growl as he witnessed his orgasm. His entire body stiffened like a statue, then quivered. Realizing that he could be caught Brad backed quietly away.
As he finished dressing, Cody walked into the locker room.
"Did you enjoy your extra long shower?" he asked. His face was expressionless. "I'll be waiting at the front when your ready to let you out." This time he smiled. There seemed to be an added sparkle in his eyes.
"Two minutes, I'll be there." He responded, hiding his face, as he felt it flush hot. The last thing he wanted was to get caught being a peeping tom, and Cody didn't look as if he had been the man. He seemed fresh and ready to leave. The man had to be sweat covered after that workout.
Suzee chuckled as Cody walked back into the private locker room. They had showered together quickly after that performance, and he had hurried to be sure to catch Brad off guard.
"I'll look at the tape tonight when I get home, I hope the lighting was right. I'm sure he didn't realize he was being taped. Oh, by the way, you were absolutely wonderful. That definitely one of your best performances." She smiled at him sexily. His heart glowed, he was definitely head over heels for this woman.
Brad sat his eyes glued to the computer screen. The pictures and videos of him were devastating. The complete arousal and enjoyment was all over his face, there was no denying that he hadn't been a willing partner in those pictures. The heads of the couple were completely obliterated, not even the mask was noticeable. The video clips were even more revealing. His voice on them was emotion packed with desire, his cock was very hard and dripping in every shot. There was no way he could dispute that was exactly what he wanted, needed and enjoyed. He had been looking at the photos and videos for almost two hours, edging the entire time. His cock was so tender, from all the edging, and his balls hurt from the cum that had not been allowed to escape.
He went back and reread the message that came with the email.
"I have much more, and I know that you enjoyed what has happened so far, but if you want this to stop, this is your opportunity to back out. This has long passed the threshold of fun online play, and now there is much more at stake. Just reply to this email with your answer. I'll respect your decision either way. If you say no, that you do not want this to continue, you will never hear from me again." Simply signed M.L.
His hands shaking as he typed agonizingly slow. His mind was screaming NO! but his fingers typed, something completely different.
"Please Ma'am I do want this to continue however far you decide to take me. I'm yours to use and abuse as you wish." Simply signing it, Your pussyboy.
His hands shook violently poised over the send button, once he sent it, there was no going back.