Freedom is Slavery

by Louis Friend

  The hard on in my pants was quickly shrinking, horrified by the idea of Vickie sharing any and all intimate details of our past with Deanna.

  I continued to lick and lick. I could feel Vickie’s anus grasping at my tongue as she wriggled and cooed on the bed. I then felt Anthony’s presence on my other side and could see the shadow of his hand stroking his dick. I’d never been so close to another man’s penis and knowing that he would be putting it where I was licking and in my ‘girlfriend’ was freaking me out. What disturbed me even more was the feel of Deanna’s hand loosening my belt and lowering my trousers.

  “You need to get him away from there,” Anthony moaned. “Now!”

  Deanna pulled me away in time for Anthony to push his cock into Vickie’s wet anus. She gasped and he grunted as he began pumping her tender tush full of him. I watched in fascination and horror as Anthony did what I only had done in my wildest masturbatory fantasies. Vickie mewed like a cat in heat, her painted nails clawing at his back as he thrusted in and out of her.

  Deanna held me tightly and from her breathing I could tell she was excited about what she was seeing. She reached down behind me and I felt a finger invade me. I tried to pull away but she wrapped her other arm around my neck and hissed, “Stay still!” She was choking me slightly as she pushed a finger inside of me. It hurt and I felt incredibly awkward with her doing this to me. She began pushing her finger in and out of me in time with Anthony’s thrusts into Vickie. I couldn’t believe, however, that I felt my penis getting hard again despite my horror and this whole scene.

  As Anthony got closer to climax, Deanna seemed to insert another finger, and another, until it felt like I was about to be torn apart below.

  As she did this, Deanna whispered into my ear, “Yes… yes… look at how he fucks her. I love watching him take her. The only thing I like more is when he fucks me, too. When he goes back and forth between us, seeing how long he can go before he cums. And whenever I get his cum, Vickie cleans me out. Your ‘girlfriend’ has a talented tongue. Oh, here it is!”

  As if on cue, Anthony’s body tensed and he emitted a low howl as his whole body began to shake. “Oh, shit!” he screamed as he emptied his load into Vickie. I felt Deanna’s fingers tense in time with Anthony, as if channeling his orgasm into me.

  Anthony withdrew his cock from Vickie’s bum and took a seat in a nearby chair. He was breathing heavily and simply nodded at Deanna.

  “Now it’s time to earn your keep,” she said to me. She pulled her fingers out of my bottom and, oddly, I almost wanted them back in me. “Your job is to clean Vickie up,” she said as she pushed against my back.

  I fell to my hands (already on my knees) and crawled the remaining few inches to the bed where I kneeled and put my mouth near her now stretched-out anus. Anthony’s cum was spread across the entrance and slowly dripped down the tender slope of Vickie’s ass.

  As I steeled myself before beginning my work, I watched Deanna crawl between Anthony’s legs and clean off his spunk-covered, still-hard cock with her tongue. His head lolled back as she licked from cockhead to balls and back again. I could smell the strong scent of Anthony’s spunk before my nose even got close to Vickie’s asshole. It smelled like anchovies—like sea salt and something else. It tasted worse.

  I tried to suck in the spunk without tasting it but that was difficult. I slurped it into my mouth and swallowed as quickly as I could. The closer I got to Vickie’s asshole the warmer the spunk and the less-disgusting it was. I finally locked my lips over Vickie’s anus and began to suck. I couldn’t believe how much spunk Anthony had put into her. The harder I sucked, the more Vickie began to moan. Giving her pleasure was a unique side-benefit of this obscene task.

  Vickie’s moans were suddenly muffled. Looking up, I watched as Deanna settled her vagina over Vickie’s mouth. Deanna caught me watching and yelled, “Get back to work!”

  I went back to sucking and licking Vickie’s ass clean as Deanna rode my ‘girlfriend’s’ face. I thought back to how Vickie had been grossed out by the girl-on-girl scenes of Tony Scott’s The Hunger and now she was bringing Deanna to a screaming orgasm. It didn’t take long for Deanna to climax, her body shuddering as Vickie got her off.

  I felt a hand on the back of my head as Anthony pulled me away from Vickie and said, “Let’s see how you did.” He pushed a thick finger inside of her and examined it after he pulled it out. “Looks clean. Good job.”

  He patted my head like a dog before he moved up onto the bed to lay with Deanna and Vickie (who finally lowered her legs).

  The tang of Anthony’s cum still filled my mouth. I sat on the floor as the three of them relaxed.

  Anthony off-handedly tweaked Vickie’s nipples as he asked, “Is this everything you wanted your Spring Formal to be?”

  Vickie nodded vigorously. “This was perfect,” she said.

  I sat patiently as the three of them kissed and cuddled. Eventually, Vickie got up and put her dress back on. Offhandedly, Deanna told me to get ready to leave.

  Driving Vickie home, she didn’t say anything to me until we were just a few miles from her house. “I’m glad that you agreed to do this.”

  “Agreed?” I said, my voice cracking. “What do you mean, ‘agreed’?!”

  Haughtily she countered, “I described everything that you would be required to do in my letter.”

  I gave her a blank look. “Letter?”

  “The one I sent two weeks ago,” she chided.

  “Vickie, did you send it to my school address?”

  She nodded.

  “I was in Germany for the last month and came straight from the airport to your place after getting my tux.”

  She sat, stunned, for several minutes. She looked out the window without saying anything, watching the lights of the houses we passed until we got to her parent’s place.

  I got out of the car and opened her door for her.

  After she got out, she stood in the moonlight, a queer look on her face. She reached up and kissed me, the taste of Deanna still on her lips.

  “You did a great job,” she said. “When you go back to school, read my letter and let me know what you think. If you agree to my terms, I think that there are a lot of fun things on the horizon…for both of us.”

  I stood and watched her go inside before I started the long drive back to school. I wondered what door I had just entered and if I would be up to continuing down this path.

  Re-Education

  He awoke groggy, the feeling of unnatural sleep still holding him down and he began to feel an immediate malaise. Just as quickly, he realized that he had no idea where he was. He discovered that more than sleep kept him immobile. With his limited strength, he struggled against four cuffs that secured his wrists and ankles. He would have shouted for help were it not for the gag in his mouth. He would have looked about except that something opaque covered his eyes.

  He tried to cast his mind back to grab hold of his last solid memory. He could go no further than standing at a urinal in his company’s bathroom. He would not be able to come up with more, for that was the moment when a pair of rough, thick hands held a chloroform-soaked rag to his mouth and nose.

  The hands belonged to Dave, who now sat watching the inane struggle of Louis against his bonds. Dave held back a chuckle. The plan had gone perfectly. After Louis fell easily into unconsciousness, it took little effort for Dave to drag the helpless weakling out of the restroom and into the waiting van outside where Angela waited anxiously.

  It would be a few days until he saw Angela again and the two of them took this opportunity to say farewell and celebrate their successful abduction with a heated fuck in the back of Dave’s van, right next to the prone body of Angela’s husband, Louis.

  Once he awakened, Louis was moved to a chair. This could have happened earlier but this was a good way to demonstrate Dave’s strength as he lifted the now-naked Louis. Dave’s muscles rippled, though it would be a bit more time before Louis would see the fu
ll extent of his physical prowess.

  The blindfold was removed from Louis and he found himself sitting before a television set. The image of Angela filled the screen. She was addressing the camera and, it seemed, looking right into his eyes.

  “Hello, Louis,” she said icily.

  Beautiful Angela was not a woman to be trifled with. He knew that tone but couldn’t fathom what might have made her angry. She was so angry that she appeared to be shaking. Her head was moving up and down almost imperceptibly.

  “I found your magazines. You know the ones,” she continued. “I should have known, and I think I did, really. I think, deep down, that I knew you weren’t a real man. Just a sissy trying to be a man. That’s probably why I had to find a real man… Meet Dave,” she said as the camera zoomed out.

  Angela hadn’t been shaking with anger. Rather, she had been slowly riding Dave’s cock while she spoke. He was under her and she now moved farther up and down the large man’s cock. His face was visible and he smiled before his eyes rolled back in his head from the pleasure Angela provided him.

  “Dave is standing behind you right now. We talked it over and decided that I’ll stay married to you, Louis, but there will be changes. Dave is going to be the new man of the house since you’re simply not a man. I will now only please Dave, or anyone he wishes me to please. And you, my dear, will have the same role.

  “You’re going to spend some time with Dave and his friends until he’s satisfied that you’ll be able to follow directions. I’ll check in with him from time to time to make sure you’re being a good girl. Don’t worry about work, dear. I talked to your boss and he’s fully abreast of the situation. Your job will be waiting, though your duties will include a bit more. You’ll figure out exactly what I mean once Dave has you admitting to yourself just how much you crave cock. By the end of the week, you won’t know how you lived without it.”

  Louis continued to watch the video of his wife riding Dave. Eventually they came to a screaming conclusion. Angela got off of Dave and licked his cock clean. While she sucked his now limp (but significantly larger) cock, another man came out from behind the camera and positioned himself behind her.

  Dave could be heard saying, “Go ahead, Kevin, fuck her ass.”

  Angela yelped as Kevin drove his cock into a location that Angela had never let her husband enter, no matter how much he begged.

  The tape kept going as Louis watched helplessly, seeing Kevin deposit his load in Angela’s shapely bottom. The picture faded to black after zooming in on a final close-up of Angela’s mouth wrapped around Dave’s revitalized tool.

  Louis was startled when a voice came from behind him (despite Angela’s warning). “You’re going to be sucking me just like that before tonight is over. Are you ready for your first lesson?”

  Louis shook his head but was in no position to protest. His chair was turned around and he faced Dave in the flesh. The large man was clad in a work shirt and boots with his erect cock sticking out of his jeans. He unsnapped the leather band that kept Louis’s gag in. When he removed the gag, Louis was amazed by its girth and shape—it was a side, short, dildo, now dripping with Louis’s slobber.

  “Looks like you’re sucking cock already. Angie thought that’d be a good way to start you out.” Dave smirked and ran his thumb over Louis’s lips. “That mouth is going to look so good around my cock. But first, I think you should feel what a real cock is like.”

  He pulled Louis’s right wrist strap until Louis’s hand brushed his cock. “You know you want to touch my cock, you fucking sissy. Angie showed me your magazine collection. All those stories about guys sucking each other. Well, I’ll never suck you off but you’ll do it for me. You’re gonna take my load down your throat and up your ass. I can tell just by looking at you that this is turning you on.”

  Shamefaced, Louis realized that Dave was right. His cock was hard.

  How could he be aroused by this crude behemoth? How could finding out that his wife was putting out for Dave and his friends be a turn on? Or did Dave really know something?

  Without even realizing it, Louis had grasped Dave’s hard cock and was rhythmically stroking it.

  “How many cocks have you stroked, bitch?” Dave asked.

  Without taking his eyes off of Dave’s meat in his hands he replied, “Two. Mine and yours.”

  “Make that one bitch. You don’t have a cock,” Dave corrected, “just a deformed clitoris. You’re practically a girl with that bump between your legs and I’m going to treat you that way. You’re going to use that thing as a clit and that hole as your pussy. Are we clear?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s ‘Yes, Sir,’ faggot. You’ll only refer to me as ‘Sir,’ ‘Daddy,’ or ‘Master.’ Are we clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl. You’re doing fine with your first cock, honey. You stroke it very well.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Do you want to taste it?” Dave asked.

  Fear gripped Louis. He was suddenly torn. If he said the first thing that came into his head, it would have been, “Yes, yes, oh God yes!” But this reaction shocked him. He didn’t want that cock anywhere near him, especially his mouth, but doing so would have fulfilled countless fantasies that Louis wouldn’t admit to. How many times had he stroked his ‘clitty’ and thought about how it’d feel to have a man pumping his cock in and out of his mouth? He couldn’t admit it.

  He shook his head silently, no.

  SMACK! Louis felt Dave’s open palm against his face, leaving a stinging hot mark.

  “Don’t fucking lie to me, bitch.”

  SMACK! Another blow fell on the other cheek.

  A tear ran from Louis’s eyes yet, inexplicably, his hand remained on Dave’s member, still stroking.

  “I’m going to ask you again. This time I want the truth. Do you want to suck my cock?”

  Louis couldn’t look into Dave’s eyes. He could only stare at the cock—now at mouth level. He licked his lips and nodded assent.

  “Say it,” Dave commanded.

  He gulped and, in a quiet voice, admitted to Dave and himself, “I want to suck your cock.”

  “Louder, bitch. Make me believe it.”

  “I… I want to suck your cock.”

  “Who are you talking to?”

  “Sir… I want to suck your cock, Sir.”

  “I don’t care what you want, bitch. So you’re going to have to beg me.”

  “Sir, may I suck your cock?”

  “No. I simply don’t believe you. I don’t believe you really want to.”

  Without thinking, Louis blurted out, “Oh, but I do, Sir, Please. Please let me suck it!”

  Smiling, victorious, Dave continued, “Why should I?”

  The answer bubbled up deep from within Louis’s psyche, “I should hope to please you, Sir, to take your load, to give you pleasure.” It was almost as if Louis were outside of himself, not believing that that these words and sentiments were genuinely his.

  Or was he simply still to scared to admit it?

  “Who do you belong to?” Dave asked.

  “You, Sir.”

  “Whose cock do you serve?”

  “Yours, Sir.”

  “What will you do for me?”

  “Anything, Sir.”

  “Anything?”

  “Yes, Sir, anything.” It was all true.

  “Now, sissy, tell me what you want.”

  “To please you, Sir.”

  “Did you get that?”

  This last question confused Louis, especially as it didn’t seem to be directed at him.

  A door to the right of them opened. “Got it!” came a voice, followed by the person who owned it. It was Kevin, video camera in hand.

  “Good,” said Dave and the two high-fived. “Sissy, you’ll remember Kevin from the video earlier.”

  “Your wife has a great ass,” Kevin confided. “I love fucking her, and so does my girlfriend, Melanie.” Turning back
to the door Kevin shouted, “Melanie, come on out and meet Louis!”

  Melanie sashayed in, her long legs exposed under her cut-off jeans and the light catching on the diamond in her belly button. “Shouldn’t she have a better name than ‘sissy,’ ‘faggot,’ or ‘Louis?’ I mean, if you want me to turn her into more of a girl, she should have a girl’s name.”

  She stalked around Louis and Dave; Louis’s hand still stroking the hard dick of his master. “Hmm… ‘Louise’ is too obvious. I think something more girlie would help take away the rest of her tiny amount of masculinity.” Eying a tabloid magazine in the trash, Melanie exclaimed, “I’ve got it!”

  She took out her lipstick and used it to write a name on Louis’s forehead. Stepping aside she said, “Boys, meet ‘Whitney.’”

  “Hello, Whitney,” the two men said in unison.

  Unsure, Louis/Whitney stammered, “Hello.”

  “Now, where were we?” Kevin asked, framing up his next shot via his camera’s viewfinder.

  “We were about to see Whitney suck her first cock,” said Dave.

  “And now she knows she’s got an audience,” laughed Melanie, who pulled up a chair next to Whitney as to not miss a stroke. “I’ve never seen someone’s first time, except, I guess, when I watched Angela go down on a girl but I did a bit more than just watch,” she giggled.

  “Guide me in, Whitney. Take your first lick.”

  Still fearful of his own desires, Louis/Whitney licked Dave’s cock with trepidation. He felt the silky skin and tasted the acrid salty taste of Dave’s precum.

  “Keep licking, girl, lick it like a lollipop,” Kevin encouraged behind the lens.

  Playing a bit to his audience, Louis gave Dave an over-stylized long lick, his tongue swirling around the bulbous head of Dave’s cock. Melanie nearly broke out in applause at the sight of Whitney relishing her new role.

  Moaning, Dave encouraged her, “Suck it you bitch, suck it. You were born to suck cock, girl, and you know it now. Embrace it. Take it. This is your birthday present.”

  Melanie whispered into Louis’s ear, “We’re here to raise you, to train you to be the sissy you were meant to be. I’m going to teach you how to dress and be a lady. Dave’s going to teach you how to please a man. Kevin’s going to document everything and probably take a few turns at your mouth and pussy, too.”