The Entrapped
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“I have given orders... nothing to be distributed in Cali.”
Ramon smiles with the concession.
“I would like that Sangria,” reaching to tweak my left nipple. “This one truly serves?”
“Anything you’d like... any way you’d like her. She can offer her backside as well. The belt... it’s very well designed.” Senor Escobar grasping my shoulder to turn me.
I know to bend and spread, offering my sphincter as well. With the lubricant, the inside crease of my effeminate globes gleams in welcome. Such degradation... to be talked about as a side of beef.
“Tight?”
“I have a nurse tending to her every morning and every evening. Not only tight but well cleansed,” Senor Escobar explains. “She is kept supple there but in addition there is applied a special astringent cream which retains the tension a man desires.”
Senor Escobar places his arms about the shoulders of his new concubines, leading the group to the villa.
“Enough sun.”
***
There ensues within the vast reception room of the Islas Rosario compound a very business-like discussion over territorial matters. Senor Escobar directs me to the kitchen where a maid has prepared Sangria. I serve, tiptoeing about with a tray and glasses.
On occasion, Senor Escobar directs his attention to the two ‘gifts’, learning their names... Tia and Maria. And being the perverted lecher that he is, he unzips and directs the girls... alternating... to demonstrate their level of oral skill.
“Do avail yourself of my little Coca blossom, Ramon. You know how well I have my girls trained. How obedient they are...”
With the business discussion winding down, Ramon likewise unzips and I know to kneel and take him in my mouth.
“Show the man how skillful you are, Renee. And take your time,” Senor Escobar commands. “You’re hungry, but there is always a plentiful supply of tasty nutrition here for you.” With this ‘Ramon’ laughs with zeal in hearing the instructions.
And so I do, fully understanding that Senor Escobar’s ‘generosity’ in offering me to Ramon is nothing more than a ploy... to garner a hedge against the possible disclosure of that Waldorf video. I have fellated every one of his cohorts over the past weeks... and they thanked him for it. And so now we begin on his rivals. I suspect within months, this little ‘Coca blossom’ will have orally served the entire drug trade.
So who is to offer chiding ridicule when and if it is disclosed that the ‘girl’ fellating Senor Escobar on the web posting has a penis? If that brands Senor Escobar as a maricon... then what of his compatriots?
My head bobs energetically. I know precisely where and when to apply pressure, swish my tongue, teasingly draw with my mouth to suck and coax forth the only taste to be had. Finally I purse my lips, vigorously swirl at the underside of the penis tip and Senor Ramon explodes deeply into my gullet. I sometimes amaze myself with my gag reflex completely under control... no reaction to be felt or heard by Ramon. I have been trained to understand that such is a distraction to a man’s pleasure. So I not so much swallow as open my throat and let the hot ejaculate spurt directly into my stomach.
I lift my head, my tongue darting about to gently cleanse as trained. I note that Senor Escobar has Tia on his lap, the naked girl facing away her back arched most invitingly. After testing her oral prowess he buggers her. The girl winces, but Senor Escobar plunges, slowly opening her, ignoring her pleas. He thrusts, bringing tears. This seems to heighten his lust, for he begins fucking in earnest... jack hammering the cleft of her buttocks... grunting... gasping for breath... finally, in one last deep thrust, spending in complete satiation.
“Come here next, my little Coca blossom. I have a new source of sperm for that hungry tummy of yours. Henceforth, you’ll keep my two little girls nice and clean here,” patting Tia’s buttocks as she gingerly arises from the anal sodomy.
I note the cloudy white effluent streaming from her forcibly stretched portal. Yes, it is all I ever taste. I am sure if one could live on the male essence, Senor Pablo Escobar would deem such to be all I ever ingest, the nostril tube and Nurse Rita’s thick glop deemed superfluous.
Senor Escobar positions Tia on her knees pointing to his semi hard penis, evidence of anal coupling apparent. The girl, though bashful, knows to extend her tongue and begin cleansing, completing the demanded protocol and bringing a most degrading conclusion to anal penetration.
“Clean the girl, Renee. I left a nice wad of your favorite meal,” Senor Escobar’s fingers snapping then pointing to where his manhood assailed.
I obediently kneel behind Tia, in turn extending my tongue to lave between her cheeks, listening to the wicked laughter of Ramon. Senor Escobar joins in the expression of merriment, but the source of his glee different. Just as Pablo Escobar was entrapped in the Waldorf apartment, it is Ramon who has now been entrapped... I presume a camera and a video recorder documenting the unsuspected homophilic relations.
“Rest a bit, Ramon... then try her backside. You will find my little Coca blossom to be marvelously tight.”
I am.
Epilogue
Ramona Cortez and Maria Sanchez bag another degenerate in a seven figure extortion scheme... the governor of a province in China with access to unlimited public funds... until he is caught embezzling, of course. And adding to the common place charge of corruption... is the possible charge of sex with an ‘underage’ boy. ‘They’ll squeeze my balls’ the governor is quoted as pleading before paying promptly... but not before Maria filleted the penis of a very imposing bodyguard in emphasizing the earnestness of her boss’s endeavor. Yes, Ramona’s coffers grow.
Sergeant Kelly finally unlocks Wadsworth Danforth McBride while the Crosser D is moored near a small island off Puerto Rico. She commands him to masturbate (no second effort required), taking digital pictures as Waddy shoots his wad over the starboard rail. The humiliating photo evidence assures that the coded message will be delivered as instructed to Lieutenant Roy Duncan upon any suspicious harm to the Sergeant. Otherwise the Sergeant plans retirement, her nest egg as a result of the Robert Renee Warren affair quite tidy.
Miss Lalique forever works her magic, teaching boys how to become cute, tempting girls. So many to cross-dress, to pierce and to prettify. Her work is unending.
The doctor and Nurse Sueann continue their unscrupulous medical practice. For the right price a false diagnosis is for sale, male tidbits trimmed away for avenging wives and other disgruntled members of the fairer sex. For the priapic male deemed to have gone astray there is also offered adult circumcision... ‘accidentally’ transforming to the degloving of the sensitive flesh of the penis tip. The latter is becoming quite a common request... the procedure terminating most male penile sensation while leaving the organ capable of stiffening at the behest of the female desiring to take her pleasure and offer none in return.
The counselor begins to expand the duress of her clients, insisting that her charming young secretary receptionist sit in on sessions, the humiliation of the mandatory nakedness brought to a peak with two fully clothed women present. A new client, a prolific writer of most nasty D/s erotica, wants to masturbate for them... such sordidness! The counselor will plan a doctor’s appointment for him.
Robert Renee Warren indeed fellates most of the South American drug underworld, Pablo Escobar taking the time to videotape, entrapping others just as he was entrapped. And Renee learns to experience both vicarious pleasure and a degree of power... his proficiency excelling to the point that the male organ spurts at his behest... and only at his behest... his tongue strong, nimble and knowing. Over time, those knowing the secret of his penis expands. When Senor Escobar journeys from Islas Rosario, Tia, Maria and his band of henchmen travel with him. This leaves Nurse Rita and an assortment of maids and housekeepers from whom the vestigial male organ need not be hidden. Care for Renee is thus easier with the Neosteel belt temporarily put aside, letting the oral servant roam the island totally naked, the Luc
ite cubes of his plastinated testicles dangling from his ears to serve as a constant reminder of his status.
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Comments, criticisms and feedback are welcomed. Chris_Bellows@hotmail.com
Other books by Chris Bellows
(available at Pink Flamingo’s new site (http://www.eroticbooknetwork.com)
A Gift From James
A Sadist’s Story
About Eve
An Interview With Mrs. Carlotta Fenwick
Becoming Miss Ashley’s Pet
Behavioral Modification - Lessons from Constancia Island
Collared & Leashed
Constancia Island
Feminine Governance
Feminizing the Belligerent Male
Lady Constance
Laura Davidson Keeper of Men
Lessons in Discipline and Servitude
Milking Male Essence
Miss Elizabeth’s Captive
Naked Rendition
Of Male Chastity
Penance Corporation of America Books I & II
Penance Corporation of America Book III
Prince Imay’s Palace
Ship of Remorse
Supplication of the Male Pig
Suspension Bondage
Tagged
Tales From the Estate
Taming the Virile Male
The Conquerable
The Decision
The Gimp
The Incarceration of Jennifer
The Last Pony Girl
The Male Concubine
The Predator
About the Author
Chris Bellows, a nom de plume, is single and on the north side of middle age. He lives an astonishingly ascetic life in the New York metropolitan area.
After a lifetime of reading erotica, Chris began to write some ten or more years ago when he found the quality of the store bought material which he formerly enjoyed reading had deteriorated into ‘mush’. With fervent fingers and well worn keyboard, his hard drive filled, yet his early efforts did not initially meet his own standards. He continuously honed and polished until finally, with the completion of ‘Lady Constance’, he produced a work which he deemed worthy of publishing.
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Writing erotica..., strong, unbridled, always attempting to push the bounds of ‘conventional’ D/s..., has become a daily passion for Chris. He endeavors to make his story lines unique, avoids vulgarity, abhors the sophomoric onomatopoeia of flagellation stories, and constantly seeks to ‘work outside the box’.
Chris writes in many different genres, salting female dominant themes with male dominance and vice versus. He writes credibly from many viewpoints including ‘first person female’. He avoids duplicating themes and attempts to introduce new forms and methods of manifesting Dominance with each story, a trait which has become an unwritten warranty to his readers.
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