Bound and Bent: Ten Tales of Serving Him
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"I'm glad you're alive," said Lambert. "But whatever's happened to you...I'm sure it's been difficult, but it's warped your view of things. Whatever it is you think you need to do, I promise you there's a non-violent way to resolve this."
"Well." Blake got to his feet, and Lambert visibly flinched away from him. "Non-violent resolutions were never really my specialty, to be perfectly honest." He smiled. "On the plus side, you can make this easy for both of us. I won't shoot you if you tell me the truth, and keep this whole conversation to yourself."
"All right," said Lambert. "What do you need to know, Blake?"
"I need to know if you sent me out to that 'training' knowing that he'd take me. I need to know if I was bait." Blake's eyes were cold and dark.
"Knowing that...who would take you?" Lambert swallowed hard.
"Don't fucking give me that."
"Listen, Randal - I don't know what it is you think we do here, but-"
Blake pressed the point of the gun into Lambert's chest. "Look me in the eyes and tell me it wasn't leaked on purpose. To start the coup. To put Sarceda in power."
Lambert looked at him for a long time, his pulse fluttering visibly next to his throat.
"They didn't know what else to do," he said, at last. "I tried..."
But Blake had already released him, and was on his way to the door. "I wasn't looking to blame anyone, sir. I was in this organization long enough to know how things work. Nothing is ever anybody's fault, unless the newspapers find out."
He slammed the door behind him, so hard that the neighbor's dog started barking.
***
The rumor reached the compound just after supper time. One of the village children - an enterprising little fellow with quick feet and a clever way about him - went the whole way on foot, and running, no less, to deliver the news. Sarceda rewarded him with a cold bottle of soda and 15,000 pesos, which made his face light up like anything.
Sarceda alerted all his guards and kept looking out the window, but no one came all night. He didn't know why he'd even allowed himself to hope. It was absurd. Someone had started the rumor on purpose, to play mind-games with him. It wasn't even worth giving credence to.
All the same, he waited up all night.
It was the next day, of course, when he was groggy and half-dead, that he looked up and saw the motorbike sputter to a stop just outside the gates. Suddenly awake, he ran to the front door, stopping just before he threw it open. He took a deep breath and stepped outside, into the unforgiving midday sun.
The guards were just waving the bike through. It stopped, and the rider dismounted, just a few feet away.
When the rider pulled his helmet off, Sarceda realized he had actually been holding his breath.
"What?" said Blake, tugging at his leather gloves. "No 'hello, how nice to see you after all this time?'"
Sarceda found his voice. "I'm not sure if you're here to kiss me, or kill me."
"Maybe a bit of both." Blake tucked his helmet under his arm. "Can I come in?"
They stepped inside, Sarceda feeling like he was in a dream. "What brings you all the way to Colombia?"
"Well, after some pretty serious soul-searching, I've decided it's in my best interest to find work in the private sector. There's plenty of demand for my particular skills, but unfortunately, my questionable mental state - not to mention my rather abrupt departure from my former employer - have all but blacklisted me everywhere that would normally hire me. Oh - and I may have held my boss at gunpoint, just a bit."
"Those all sound like assets to me," Sarceda replied.
"Exactly," said Blake. "Well?"
Sarceda looked at him, searchingly. He'd grown very tan, and there was a difference in his bearing - as if he'd relaxed the way he carried his shoulders, or something like that.
"You won't hold your boss at gunpoint, will you?"
"Not unless he gives me a reason to."
Sarceda's mouth twitched into a smile. "I suppose I can consider your offer," he said.
There was a silence.
Blake cleared his throat. "Do you still have it?"
Sarceda's eyes flicked to the ground, and then back up to his face. "Have what?"
"You know bloody well what." Even through his tan, Sarceda could see Blake's face beginning to redden. He had to laugh.
"Come on," he said. "Step into my office."
The collar curled up in his desk drawer, as it always was. He pulled it out. The leather had grown a little stiff - probably due to the stupid man showering in it - but it still looked decent. Sarceda rubbed his thumb over the buckle.
"Did you really come here looking for work?" he asked, his back still towards Blake.
"Of course," Blake replied, annoyed. "How could you even suggest..."
Sarceda stepped close to him, swiftly, wrapping the collar around his neck. It still conformed to the curve of it, just like it had always been there. He fastened the buckle carefully.
Blake's eyes closed, the muscles in his neck tensing as he swallowed. He bowed his head a little, but Sarceda's hand was soon under his chin, lifting him back up. There was a question in Sarceda's eyes, which Blake knew he would never speak out loud.
He answered it with a smile.
"You know," Blake said after a moment. "I found out something very interesting about you, while I was away."
"Oh?" Sarceda said, softly.
"Yes. Everyone I talked to, everywhere, said the same thing. They'd never seen you with a man. Not once in your life. Until I came along, of course."
Sarceda was looking at the floor. "I wasn't always intending to train you myself," he said. "I was just going to turn you straight over. But you...I thought maybe you would sustain it better, if...if I eased you into it."
"That doesn't answer what was very obviously going to be my next question," said Blake. "Was I your first?"
Sarceda gave him a withering look. "Don't start with me, pet. Now is not the time."
"Now is the perfect time," Blake insisted. "Was I your first?"
"Shut up," said Sarceda, trying to hide a smile.
"Make me," said Blake.
Sarceda closed the gap between them, hand on Blake's collar, jerking him into a brutal kiss. Outside, the guards were talking among themselves, gossiping about them, no doubt. A sign of things to come. Soon enough, they'd be making all sorts of rumors and legends together.
Soon enough.
***
If you enjoyed these reads, check out the third installment:
Bound by the Enemy: Under His Thumb
Former secret agent Randal Blake is adjusting to his new life as drug lord Sarceda's bodyguard and 24/7 sex slave. Before long, they become known as two of the most feared men in South America - but of course, that means attention from Blake's former agency, and an even bigger price on both their heads. When they are led into a trap and captured by a bounty hunter, they manage to escape with their lives, but Sarceda wants revenge...and Blake can't stop thinking about the two of them teaching the soldier of fortune how to submit and obey.
But when they finally have the chance, the reality turns out to be somewhat different from his fantasy. Blake is excited to see Sarceda's ruthless side once again, but he's still struggling to come to terms with his feelings for his Master - and what it all means for both of them. This 16,000 word short story contains explicit M/m content including bareback anal sex, rimming, facials, watersports, BDSM, frottage, and branding. Adults only!
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Fifty Shades Pinker: The Sissy Academy
Skye Eagleday
Copyright 2014 Skye Eagleday
When Billionaire Alexander Pratt hosts a Halloween Costume Party he is drawn to Benji, a young employee in full drag. The young man's beauty convinces Alex and his dominatrix wife to
choose him for their very special training as a sissy slut boy. When Benji passes out at the party and wakes up in his boss' special "play room," he's given a choice. Get fired and deported back to his home country for his drug use--or accept his new role as an ultimate sissy. Which would you choose?
Warning: This adults only story is so hot, your Kindle might just melt. It features Sissy Boy Sex, Forced Feminization, Sissification, Crossdressing, Cuckolding, BDSM Humiliation, CBT, and more!
***
Alex watched Benji carefully. He could tell the younger man had been using again. All of his employees had followed Alex's lead and showed up for the office party in costume to celebrate Halloween. Alex made a striking Dracula. His wife had used what she smiled and called "guyliner" on his eyes. The effect was stunning. Benji was in full drag and he looked so convincing Alex had difficulty looking away. There are some men who could never look convincing--who could never pass as a woman no matter how much makeup was spackled on their faces or with basketballs stuffed into a bra.
Then there were those like Benji. Just put a wig on him and he was good to go. But someone (Benji?) had carefully applied face paint with a skilled hand. The results were amazing. Dracula was getting a woodie and it wasn't a stake. He pulled his IPhone from his tuxedo and called his wife. "I've made my choice," he said as he walked into his office and closed the door. He looked out on the view that had convinced him to buy the building. "Benji is the definition of young, dumb and full of cum."
"Tell me more," Melissa said excitedly.
"He seems like the type who would awkwardly fuck with his clothes on and his dick sticking out of his boxer's piss pocket like a virgin ninth grader getting it on for the first time in his parents' car while parked in the driveway."
"So he'll definitely benefit from our special training?" Her voice was bright and eager.
"Get ready to hang an 'under new management sign' on his crotch, baby."
Alex put his Iphone away and stepped back into the noise of people getting lubricated with the wine and other alcohol options. He noted Benji was looking a little unsteady as he filled his glass with more vodka, and wondered what drugs he had been using this time as a mixer. He smiled, showing a flash of fang tips from his custom made caps. He would soon have his mouth around something other than a throat.
"I have to say, sir, this is a special office event and it would seem some of the staff are treating it like a frat party." The head of accounting was a overbearing Mormon and could suck the life out of most things by being in the same room. The man made a better vampire than anything Alex could pull off. Alex nodded in acknowledgement (but not agreement) and kept walking past him.
"Fine party, Mr. P," slurred Benji. "Happy Halloween." This struck him as funny, and laughing he added, "Trick or treat?"
"Speaking of fine have you looked in a mirror?" Benji's heavily shadowed eyes widened in response and he seemed fascinated by Alex's extremely sharp smile. Alex wondered if this might be too easy. It was no work when the victim drugged himself. Timing was everything and he guided the younger man into his office, holding on to him when he slipped in his high heels. He clung to Alex and as if on cue, managed to pass out. He carried Benji to the sofa across from his desk, then glanced at the clock and returned to the rest of his employees. He figured he could get them out within another twenty minutes without being overly rude or arousing suspicions.
***
Melissa came into the playroom with special items she had been sorting out. Benji's wig was crooked, but even with that flaw he was everything her husband had described to her. This was going to be fun. She adjusted his wig and he looked perfect.
"Benji here makes Lindsay Lohan look like the most amateur of druggies. Benji has smoked and snorted it all." Alex looked away from the unconscious man strapped on the Saint Andrew's Cross and smiled at Melissa. "Has Benji ever huffed Freon through his peen slit? You bet. Has he ever stuck a crack pipe up his asshole, inhaled and then exhaled the smoke through his mouth? Oh, he did that long and long ago. Benji has done it all. And I have it all recorded." He had taken out his fang caps but was still in his tuxedo.
No one at the office had known he was wearing silk panties under his pants. He admired Melissa's open crotch rubber shorts she was wearing, the exact color of her patent red stiletto boots. She was a study in scarlet and he wondered if she had chosen the color of blood to compliment what he had worn tonight. She reached out and pulled up Benji's skirt, grimacing at seeing white Calvin Kleins.
"Talk about having to start at the ground floor," said Melissa. "In his case we'll set up in the basement." She looked up at her husband and smiled. "I don't think I told you how good you look tonight. No one would ever know I use your tranny cum-shot as my wall paper. Do you know the one I mean? You're kneeling in your slut boots with your thighs spread out to let your stiff cock stick straight towards me and my camera from the crotch of those sleek navy blue pantyhose. I snapped the picture just before that heavy rope of cum dripped from your swollen head."
She pulled off the Calvin Kleins and replaced them with a frilly silk set she had picked up at Victoria's Secret. She glanced at Alex and saw the outline of his fat and beautiful prick through his pants. She placed her hand on his bulge, squeezing his boner with anticipation. Alex involuntary shivered as she unzipped his pants and reached into slowly, slowly stroke his hard silk covered cock, using her thumb and index finger to follow the outline of its mushroom like head. He didn't move, savoring each moment and movement. He was focused on how her nipples were hardening and pushing up the sheer fabric of her barely there bra. Alex swallowed hard.
"Pace yourself, honey--you're going to squeeze all the juice out of your Adam's apple before the party starts." He grinned sheepishly as she withdrew her hand. He responded by nuzzling Benji's neck the way he had wanted to do since he had seen him as a woman. Melissa joined him and they kissed him up and down his slender neck. He tasted slightly of tequila and foundation. She returned to rubbing both of their cocks and then kissed Alex fully on the lips, feeling his cock twitching under her hand at the kiss and she squeezed him with enough force for him to flinch.
Excited she took out a vial of smelling salts from the basket she had set on the table. She waved it under Benji's nose, crinkling her own at the acrid smell of ammonia. Her jerked away, shaking his head and his eyes snapped open. As they watched with interest he froze, tugged at the restraints binding him to the Saint Andrew's Cross. It was top of the line and stayed steady even as he increased his frantic movements. He finally noticed the other two and shook his head as if he were trying to throw off the confusion. Then he slowly raised his head and in a rough voice asked, "What the fuck?"
"Do you remember what you said to me before you passed out?"
Benji frowned. Alex could feel the hamster start to move on its wheel underneath the wig. Then it looked like the hamster died, but the wheel kept spinning. He shook his head.
"It was trick or treat."
Melissa laughed and added "And tonight you get both."
"Why am I tied up? Where the hell am I?"
Melissa's manner changed. It was like watching a video of water being thrown into bitterly cold air and before your eyes changing into ice. Melissa shifted into dominance and power. Benji stopped talking to stare at her and he was no longer trying to jerk himself free.
"Here's how it goes down, baby boy," Alex began. "I have recordings of you using drugs while on the job. You're here with a Green Card, and if I turn you in, you can be deported."
"So you have a choice," Melissa said, her voice flat and filled with menace. "Lose everything including your future. Or have some pervy fun with us."
"Do as we tell you, and I'll conveniently forget your transgressions. In fact I'll even willingly pay your rehab bills if you want to go into treatment and I'll hold your job while you're getting your head on straight. Say yes and all the problems will go away. If I'm satisfied you're giving this your all, I'll even throw in a pay raise.
"
"What sort of pervy things?" By this point Benji had noticed Melissa's open crotch and couldn't pull his eyes way.
"You're halfway there," Melissa said, "I'm a domme who loves me some sexy girly boys. I'm the Head Bitch in Charge. Mess with me and I cunt punt you back where you came from." She smiled in a wicked way "Be open minded, my little sissy boy--it's not as if your brain will fall out." She traced around his bright red painted lips with her finger, feeling him tense. She looked down and saw his erection through the still exposed panties. The petermeter never lies. This was something he wanted. Men didn't tend to put this much effort into Halloween drag unless they had a hidden agenda. The makeup was too perfect for a first time effort. It had been carefully matched to his skin tone and expertly blended, even behind the ears. This was no casual decision for him.
"If we have a deal I'll go ahead and release you, knowing we have your full cooperation. Say no, and I'll leave you bound and I'll go call I.C.E."
"What's ice?" Melissa asked, not looking away from Benji's face.
"Immigration and Customs Enforcement," both men said simultaneously. They looked at each other and Alex knew he was going to enjoy himself.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked as Melissa started to unbuckle the restraints.
"The only thing that matters is that you do what you're told," Melissa said, as she quickly freed him. "The only reason I want your mouth open is to suck my pussy or lick his dick. I want you to help each other take off your clothes and get down to business."
She watched with satisfaction as both men began to undress each other exposing their strong torsos, hardened nipples and silk panties. Benji's prick peeked over his frilly panties by nearly two inches and she could see a glittering of precum at the tip. Alex's was clearly outlined by the lace of his panties, pointing to his left side. There was the shadow of a stain of his precum that was spreading out, announcing his excitement.