by Louis Friend
Olivia looked at Louis, still staring at her vagina, and smiled. “You trained him well, honey.” She sat up with her elbows on the back of the couch, her legs still spread wide. “Now, show me what you like to do with him.”
“Come here, bitch,” Tony said in the voice that belied him being a third-year senior.
Obediently, Louis crawled to him, moving across the area rug to where Tony stood, hands on his hips, looking down and smirking. Yet, behind the smirk was a nervousness that Louis had only ever seen once.
*
A few months prior, when Tony’s girlfriend Laura unexpectedly dropped by, Tony had to stop Louis from fellating his cock and had locked him in the basement utility room. Tony left and came back with Laura. The two of them chatted and then began making out, all while Louis watched.
Laura, a lovely girl of 18, had a muscular physique honed from years of Varsity basketball and JV cheerleading. She was a blonde with a natural wave to her hair. Her naturally big breasts were often accented by a wide selection of sweaters. Tony had his hand up under her blue and black argyle and she moved her body closer to him.
She moved her hand up from his knee to his crotch and Louis could see the familiar bulge in Tony’s jeans. He watched as Laura massaged that lump and he was transfixed, anticipating seeing Tony from afar, wondering if this is what Tony would want him to do later, or the next day.
Would Tony have him dress in the same way, massage his cock like Laura was doing now?
She had unzipped Tony’s fly and his cock came out. Louis realized that Tony hadn’t put his underwear back on and wondered if Laura had noticed. Then he saw something that panicked him; his lipstick was a smear around the base of Tony’s cock. He watched as Laura’s hand massaged Tony’s manhood, circling the base, right around the ring of lipstick where Louis’s lips had been not even a half hour before.
Tony’s other arm moved around Laura and began undoing her jeans. Laura leaned back into him, continuing to stroke him while they kissed deeply. Tony continued palming her breasts with one hand while his other moved down into her pants. Louis could tell when Tony found her clitoris—she jumped and moaned, her hand grasping Tony’s manhood tighter.
Tony moved his mouth to her neck. Laura began moving against his hand, still stroking him with one hand and lifted up her shirt with the other. Louis was thrilled to see her breasts which had been bared by Tony, lifting up her bra. Laura began tweaking her right nipple as Tony worked the other one.
Tony moved his mouth to Laura’s ear and whispered something to her. She nodded breathlessly, stood up and shucked her pants. Louis was enthralled, watching as she bent over, pulling down her underwear. He started stroking his cock through the panties Tony had put him in.
Laura got down onto the floor on all fours and Tony got down behind her. He rolled a rubber down his manhood and slid it confidently into her. Louis watched from his hiding place, looking at the pleasure on Laura’s face as Tony moved behind her. He saw her hands grasping at the air, her breasts swaying, her mouth open, gasping for breath as he plowed into her.
Tony knew where Louis was, of course, and looked right into his eyes. Louis felt his cock harden even more in his panties, as if Tony were fucking him by proxy, by fucking Laura. Tony nodded slightly, telling Louis, “This is what I’ll do to you some day.”
This sent Louis over the edge. He began cumming in his panties, a wet spot darkening the white cotton. He stifled a groan that came anyway but not from his mouth, from Tony’s. Tony moaned and grunted as he dumped his load into his condom, filling up Laura even more.
After his orgasm, Louis was completely appalled, having realized for the first time that his horror of serving Tony had turned into something else, something that he needed, if not enjoyed. He waited in shame as Tony and Laura cuddled after sex and watched a little television before Tony walked her up the stairs and out of the house. All the while, Louis watched how Tony interacted with Laura and imagined himself being in her place.
This filled him with dread and shame.
*
Louis was awakened from his remembrance by the smack that landed on his cheek. “I asked you what kind of girl you are,” Tony demanded, standing over him.
“I’m a slutty girl, Sir,” he replied, rote but sincere.
“And whose girl are you?”
“Yours, Sir.”
“And?”
This last question was something new and something to which Louis didn’t know the answer. For his hesitation, he received a blow to the other cheek.
“And your mother?” Louis guessed.
“Yes,” Tony said, smiling his crooked smile. “You’re as much hers as you are mine. You are to refer to her as Lady Olivia, because she is a Lady and you have to respect her. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now crawl back over to her.”
I went back to her, still sitting on the edge of the couch, her legs still spread wide. She patted her thighs, signaling him to come back to her pussy. He was intrigued by the idea of tasting her again, wondering if every woman tasted the same, imagining what it would be like to taste Laura’s pussy, but glad to be between Olivia’s… Lady Olivia’s…. legs.
Her sex had cooled since he had crawled away and he noticed that it seemed smaller than when he’d been between her legs only moments before. He hoped to learn more of the mysteries of the female by serving her and wondered what this newfound owner would require from him.
For now, she wanted him to lick her again. He did so, with vigor. She placed her hand on his head and pushed him away just a bit, “Not so fast. Easy. Easy. Lick me nice and slow.”
He eased up, letting his tongue wander to places other than her clitoris, feeling the fur under his lips, the folds of her skin under his tongue. And then he felt the hands on his hips, peeling down his panties. He felt his knees being pushed apart. He felt something probing him and he gasped.
In all the months that he’d served Tony, he had only had his mouth opened to his superior but, since that time of watching Laura and Tony together, he had hoped to give Tony more, to win more favor, to prove how far he was willing to go. This scared him; admitting that he actually found pleasure in his predicament and wanting to dive deeper.
And now, it seemed that he was about to take the next step.
Louis was deeply conflicted, at once joyous, terrified, and filled with dread. The probing, slick and cold around his anus, stopped. He felt disappointed and relieved and began licking Lady Olivia deeper, finding the entrance to her vagina and putting his tongue into her as far as he could. He wondered how it felt.
As if in answer, he felt a warm, hard, insistence against his anus. The pressure began to build. There was a discomfort that was verging on pain. Louis didn’t want it, but he did. He tried to pay attention to Lady Olivia’s sex and let what was about to happen, happen.
“Shhh shhh shhh, just relax,” she said, stroking his head and pushing him deeper into her.
He willed himself to open for Tony but his nerves wouldn’t relent. He felt the pressure pushing, pushing, pushing. He began pushing back, finding the rhythm. It was like something splintered inside of him—in his bottom and in his head. He was flooded with pain and also satisfaction. As he felt Tony enter him, he knew that he had just gone farther, reached a new level with his superior, his Master.
He realized he was gasping, taking in the heady scent of Lady Olivia. This odor would forever remind him of his place in the world. He pictured how he must look, putting himself back in his hiding space and seeing the world from there; his face buried in Lady Olivia’s crotch while Tony fucked him from behind, spreading his ass and going deeper with each stroke.
Lady Olivia pulled his head up, putting his tongue on her clitoris. He began licking her in time with Tony’s thrusts. She began to make the moans that Louis heard before. He felt her clitoris getting bigger under his tongue. Again, she clasped her thighs around his head. Despite this, he could hear the muffl
ed groans coming from behind him where, impossibly, it felt like Tony was getting even bigger inside of him.
Tony grabbed Louis around the hips even harder, pulling him deep onto his cock. He had never fucked Louis before, keeping that from himself because of the fear that doing so would make him as much of a fag as the little bitch riding his cock.
Tony’s mother assured him that it was fine and that fucking Louis this way didn’t make him gay at all. It was his right. He was in charge and could use his bitch in any way he saw fit. As he got closer to cumming, he was glad that his mother had given him a new perspective. It was still weird, seeing her on the end of his bitch, but she asked to be a part of this, to also use his bitch. It was weird… but he’d get over it.
Olivia knew that her son was enjoying himself, and so was she. It’d been so long since she’d had any kind of attention below the belt and it felt wonderful. Watching Tony thrusting and feeling the fag’s tongue on her clit, she imagined that Tony was fucking her. This idea put her over the edge. She grabbed Louis’s head and pulled him against her, her hips bucking against his mouth.
Hearing his mother starting to orgasm and feeling Louis bucking against him, Tony started to orgasm, the bitch’s ass milking it out of him making him fill it with his hot load. He began spanking Louis’s bitch ass and each slap made Louis’s ass grab at Tony’s cock even tighter until he had let every drop of his orgasm leave his cock.
Olivia and Tony, mother and son, were spent. They were also slightly embarrassed, being in their states of undress. Tony quickly got up and got his boxers back on while Olivia wrapped a robe around her. The two looked down at their slave, his chin wet with Olivia’s juices while Tony’s cum dripped out of his ass. Olivia went into the laundry room and got a towel which she left next to Louis.
The Foxes left him to clean himself up and return the next time Tony or Olivia called him.
Despite feeling broken and battered, Louis also felt a certain satisfaction. Just like Laura, Tony had fucked him. He felt one step closer to being Tony’s girl.
Part 5
I find a note from Tony when I open my locker in the morning. It’s instructions to go to the girls’ locker room late in the afternoon. Not able to keep up with all of the athletics of our school, I don’t even know if anyone’s going to be there at that time or not and this thought plagues me all day.
When I arrive, I find that there’s no real way of “sneaking” into this forbidden area. It empties onto the gym floor, visible from any point in the room. Fortunately, the gym is empty. Still, I try to employ as much stealth as I can as I enter.
I haven’t been in a locker room in years, not since middle school when Gym was a required class. I managed to get out of it in high school as I was in Marching Band. Apparently, the physical activity is enough to give me a free pass. I hated having to undress in front of other boys. Ironic, then, that I now spent most evenings undressing and pleasuring the biggest jock in school.
Though bigger than the middle school locker room, everything else is about the same with the taupe lockers, narrow blue plastic benches, and white brick walls. There’s dampness in the air. Did this come from the showers or the girls? The fresh, strong smell of sweat and an underwhelming odor of chlorine bleach fill my nose.
I listen for any noise but hear nothing over the pounding of my heart and the echo of my footsteps across the tile floor. Why did Tony want me here? Would he show up, expecting me to serve him? He always kept me guessing.
I hear a noise outside the door, out in the gym. It’s the unmistakable squeak of sneakers on hard wood coupled with the deep pounding of a basketball.
I’m trapped! My heart jumps every time the ball hits the floor. Is it Tony outside, bouncing that ball, or someone else? As long as that noise keeps up, I may be safe, but it’s going to stop sometime… and I’m still going to be here, unless I can find a way out.
The only other door out of the locker room has been chained from the outside. I push against the chain, knowing it’s fruitless. I stop and realize that there’s something horribly wrong. The sound of the ball has stopped! Instead, I hear a very loud, theatrical throat clearing behind me, “Eh-Hem!”
My blood turns to ice water as I turn to see who has discovered me in this forbidden chamber.
She’s clad in gym shorts and an oversized t-shirt. Her blonde bangs are plastered across her forehead with sweat. Her arms are crossed across her chest, over her hefty breasts. She wears a look of disgust on her face, as if she’s just found a cockroach on her pillow. It’s Laura, Tony’s girlfriend.
“Look what we have here,” she says to know one, “a pervert in the girls’ locker room.”
Does she know? Have I been set up?
I don’t say much back to her query, at least nothing intelligible. I stammer a denial to which she slowly shakes her head, sighing.
“Maybe you weren’t sniffing panties, maybe you were putting them on. Is that right, faggot?” she chuckles as she comes nearer.
Her body exudes heat. She’s been playing, hard. Sweat spreads out under the sleeves of her shirt. I stand frozen as she comes uncomfortably close, exuding the sweet scent of sweat and shampoo. She reaches behind me and puts her hand down the back of my pants. Oh, God. She grabs onto the thong that I wear.
Her chuckle blossoms into a belly laugh, “Are these from the girls, or are they your own pair, sweetie?”
Does she know that I’m wearing panties because her boyfriend likes me to? Had Tony told her about me? He always liked to tell me about Laura, even having me watch him fuck her on occasion (as I hid in the laundry room). At times he would even put me in a blonde wig, the hair styled like hers. I always wondered what it would be like if she and I could serve Tony together. Would we share his cock? I’d never been with a girl before; would he allow me to touch her pussy?
These thoughts pour through my mind as I feel her grip tighten on my panties, tugging them up the crack of my ass.
“You’re just a little bitch, aren’t you?” she says, her mouth close to my ear. That’s what Tony always called me. She had to know!
I can never deny it. Not after the first time that I found myself enjoying the feeling of Tony’s cock in my mouth. I nod my head.
She laughs again, sending a shiver through me. “Little bitches like you were made for licking pussy.” I crane my neck, trying to look at her. She grabs my chin, keeping my head forward. “You heard me, bitch. Now get down, get on your back.” She gestures to the nearest bench.
I straddle it, planting my feet on either side. I balance myself there and look up at her. She’s upside down to me. I stare as she strips off her shorts and grey boxer brief underwear, seeing her sex closer than I ever had before. The dark blonde tendrils of pubic hair look wild, untamed.
Again, I feel the heat of her as she comes near. I can smell her sex. It’s pungent, heady. Before I know it, she’s over me. I see that her skin is wet with perspiration. Her vagina is over my face. Her muscular thighs on either side of me. Her legs are powerful from all the basketball practice. After all, she’s the captain of the team. And now she’s lowering herself down onto me.
My mouth opens and I drink deeply from her, tasting her juices. She wets my face and I feel like her pussy is the only thing in the world. I taste the earthy deliciousness of her pussy mixed with the acrid tang of her sweat.
I push my tongue inside of her, feeling the slickness and the heat. I find her clitoris and begin licking harder and quicker, thinking of it as the sensitive underside of Tony’s cock. What would Laura say if she knew I was licking her pussy the same way I sucked her boyfriend’s cock?
I find a rhythm, aided by Laura’s movements above me. I realize that I like what’s happening; the taste, the smell, the feel. Most of all, I like knowing that I’m giving Laura pleasure—this is the same thing I like most about serving Tony.
She moans, waking me from my reverie. I feel more wetness seeping from her. She’s bent over me farther now and I feel
(what I can only imagine to be) a hand brush accidentally against the tented crotch of my pants. My cock is roiling and this slight contact almost puts me over the edge. I lick harder and faster.
I’m turned-on even more now, though I still feel a sense of unease, realizing that Tony must have set this up with Laura. Then, perhaps, she knows everything about me. Maybe she’s seen the video tapes that Tony made with me mincing around his mother’s basement, closely following a script wherein I tell him what a little wanton cocksucker I am and that I can’t stop thinking about his dick in my mouth all hours of the day.
Has Laura seen this? How many other people have?
She pulls me out of my thoughts by the shock of her fingers gripping the
crotch of my pants, her palm over my cock, using it like the horn of a saddle; appropriate as she rides my face, my tongue caressing the wet pinkness with vigor. She grunts the same way I had heard her grunt the few times I attended girls’ basketball games as part of “Pep Band.”
She thrusts her hips down onto me, harder, bouncing her mons against my chin.
She grabs onto me harder and I have no choice but to cum right then and there, laying on the bench with her pussy against my face. I cum in my panties, under my pants. My hot breath bathes her clitoris and this seems enough to put her over the edge. She begins pushing and pulling against my crotch, screaming while she bounces on my face. Her screams echo loudly through the empty locker room.
She collapses on top of me. I can still hear the echoes of her screams in my head. I’ve given Laura what she wanted and that makes me happy. I also love the way her weight feels on me, the warmth from her body against mine. I look up to see her bare, shapely bottom, following the trail of downy hairs from her pussy up her backside.
Before I can get used to this blissful feeling, she gets up, pushing off of me. She doesn’t say a word, merely putting her gym shorts back on (sans underwear, I note). The quiet is oppressive. I want to say something but I don’t know what would be appropriate. I feel my skin tightening on my face, her juices drying.
