Fuck!

The Aftermath

After a short while Alan returns.

With a wet wipe he half heartedly cleans the cum from my eyes and face. He then kneels down in front of me and raises my head up, holding me by my hair. He looks me dead in the eye with a probing stare.

“How are we doing slut?”

It sounds rhetorical, but even so I’m unsure whether he wants me to respond or not. Alan follows up…

“Are you ready to have some more fun?”

I look back at him with a nervous frown. He smirks, gripping my hair even tighter.

“Say; ‘yes, daddy’!”

He pulls my hair, forcing my head back even further. I quickly respond, biting my teeth together from the discomfort.

“Arh… Yes, daddy…” 

Alan studies my reaction. He sends me a devious smile, then lets go of my hair and gets back up.

“Good, slut-boy! Can't have you quit on me already…”

I watch him pick up his phone.

“... After all, we're just getting started, aren’t we….”

Just getting started..?

I'm still struggling to process what has transpired so far… The skin of my wrist feels sore from pulling on the leather cuffs. The ropes gripping my legs and ankles feel tight as I try to adjust myself. My hole is sore and aching, stretched by the butt plug, and the skin of my ass feels red and stings from Alan's harsh disciplining.

I look up at him. Alan types away on his phone for a moment. Then there’s the sound of a text being sent off, and shortly after, the sound of one being received. He glances at the screen, then drops the phone onto the table as he moves past it. Behind me I hear him opening a cabinet and pulling out some drawers. With my back to him atop the desk, I can’t really tell what he is doing… There are a few metallic clicks that sound like he’s putting something together.

More surprises? 

It would be hard to surpass the one I just had… I couldn’t believe it. 

My thoughts however, are soon interrupted as a series of loud knocks at the door suddenly grabs my attention. I hear Alan walk over, and the click of the key as he unlocks the heavy door. The doorknob is turned and the door opens.

A moment of suspense follows… before the identity of our visitors are revealed.

“Come on in, fellas.” It’s Alan’s voice…

I feel my muscles tense up...

“Robert and Frank I believe, isn’t it?” 

I'm frozen in place.

I hear the three men laugh as they approach me from behind.

“Hahah, yeah sure. Let’s keep things simple…” Frank follows up. I carefully turn my head in his direction. He looks down at me. Our eyes meet in the middle.

“After all…” He continues “We aren’t dealing with the smartest customer over here!” Frank sends me a sarcastic look from behind the mask. I lower my head back down.

It’s all too surreal. What the hell is going on… 

Alan had masterminded all of it… All of it! The first night… The blackmailing… Frank and Rob’s training sessions... The videos! Everything..! And I had let it pull me right in, crossing a new bridge every time they pushed me, getting myself more and more trapped… What the hell was I thinking!!

The three men gather around me, staring down at my exposed naked physique, strapped down and stretched out across the table. Bound and helpless, caught in their web…

I’m not sure what to feel… Embarrassment? Anger? Betrayal? Or just sheer and utter shock! Probably all of it… And to top it all off, all I can do is lie here, unable to hide with every inch of me laid bare for them. I feel disgusting, still covered in lube sweat and cum… and with a butt plug up my ass, just in case anyone had doubts as to what had transpired, just a few moments ago.

“He looks a little surprised!” Rob remarks mockingly.

I shift my head towards his voice.

“... Did you really imagine no one put us up to this?” He continues.

I have no idea how to respond. Instead I just stare at him in quiet disbelief.

“I mean don’t get me wrong - We certainly enjoyed turning you in…” Frank and Rob grin as I shy away.

Rob leans in close. I feel his hand move up my leg.

“D-don’t… stop.” I whimper, but Rob continues unaffected.

“... Most guys would probably have put up a fight… But you seemed very happy with your new role…”

My face turns red. My heart is pounding. I'm forced to take it. All of it. As Rob’s hand starts to massage my ass.

“Don’t deny it, slut… We’ve all seen you… beggin’ for it.”

Frank joins in. And while Rob continues to grope my ass, stretching it around the butt plug, Frank begins to play with my cock.

For a moment I notice Alan, standing a few feet away. He watches us carefully. In his hands a video camera pressed to record…

I snap out of it. 

“No!”

“Stop!”

I shake my body, trying to escape their hands. 

“Get your hands off me..!”

Frank and Rob relent a bit.

“I’m not gonna do it..! I won’t! … I don’t care what you do to me…” I cry out desperately.

The three men grow quiet.

Alan stops recording, lowers the camera and moves closer. He then turns to look at the two masked faces next to him.

“Hmm… that's interesting”

“And… why would WE bother doing anything, slut?”

I frown at him. What’s he talking about?

“I mean... Have you completely forgotten the room full of people down the hall?”

My eyes flare open… 

No!

“You think that time we gave you in the stocks was tough? Imagine what it would be like if we gave them a free pass to do whatever they'd like!”

I feel my lips tremble…

They can't!

“Oh and they would jump at the chance too! They’ve all read the file on you; your age, height and weight… your kinks… what turns you on. They've seen your pictures...”

My eyes water.

“As far as everyone in that room is concerned, you're just some whore we hired for the party. A well paid professional that can take a beating. They're not gonna hold back! In fact quite the opposite… These guys have paid a decent amount of money to get their fill tonight, and they’ve been lining up for a stab at your cute ass, Reily… Haven’t you noticed?”

I immediately remember how we were approached by Monkey, Ram and Fox earlier in the evening…

I struggle against my bonds… My eyes jump back and forth between the three stern faces towering over me… 

Oh my god! They are completely serious!

“... Everyones pretty far gone by now, so forget about screaming for help… or pleading for mercy… that won't do you one bit. In fact most of them would probably get off on it… haha! You're not the only one who's into rape fantasies around here, you know…”

He winks at me. My face burns bright red and my mouth feels dry.

“Oh, and if you're thinking they'll be done with you any time soon, think again... There’s so much viagra in that room even the furniture has a hard on… those guys will last for days!”

Holy shit!

“Look at me!” Alan commands in a stern voice. I cower before him but force myself to look up.

“Don’t imagine for a moment that I wouldn’t enjoy throwing your ass in there… hooded and gagged!”

I was right back at the beginning. I can't focus. My hands feel cold.

Deja-fucking-vu was it?!

Stuck between a rock and a hard place… Or rather three dicks and an entire room full of them…

“But..!” Alan’s voice changes completely, sounding suspiciously sunny.

“I'll let you choose for yourself. What would you prefer kiddo, the ones you know - and love…” He grins.

“... Or the room full of strangers, and a BDSM-hooker alibi to go with it?” 

Alan doesn't break eye contact. He looks so damn smug… He's got me right where he wants me.

I try to wet my mouth, but my response still ends up sounding hoarse and weak.

“Do I have a choice?” I frown… trying to keep the tears back.

“Well… clearly you’re not paying attention… There’s always a choice, slut-boy... Now what will it be?!”

There’s no time to think it through. There is no choice. I open my mouth… without thinking the words pass my lips… The choice is not a choice…

“You…” I replied in a low voice.

“You… what!?”

“You, Daddy”

“Good! That's what I wanted to hear… I’m glad we could come to an agreement”

Alan grabs my face, squeezing my cheeks together as he stares into my eyes. He looks determined as fuck!

“Now give your daddy a big kiss, so he can tell that you mean it, slut-boy…”

Alan moves his head in and kisses me hard, pushing his tongue in my mouth. He continues kissing me down my cheek and neck. He bites my ear.

“AH!”

“Mmh can’t tell you how excited I am about our little arrangement…” He whispers softly.

I close my eyes in disbelief.

Alan stands up.

“So… Let’s get something to remember this by.” 

“After all…” Alan retrieves the video camera and turns it back on “... it’s only fitting that we finish how we started.”

I try to swallow, but my mouth feels bone dry.

“No need for fancy cuts and scenes. We’ll just make it up as we go… see where the mood takes us.”

I look up at him nervously, then at Frank and Rob as both men begin to unbutton their shirts.

“Just relax… We’re all family now… It’s just you, me and your uncle Rob and Frank…”

It’s not long before they’re naked. The three men move in close, and I close my eyes. 

You know what to do… calms the voice in my head

Just follow their lead…

Forget yourself…

Act the slut…

Lick…

Suck… 

Fuck…

All of it!

…

…

“Aahh!”

…

“Daddy!”

…

…

“Please!”

 

_______

weeks later

_______

 

It's poker night. Alan and his friends are sitting around the table. The men joke and trash talk as the game progresses. They're a fair few drinks in.

Cards slide across the green felted tabletop. There’s the sound of ice clinking against glass and the splash of drinks being poured. Then the sudden noise of chips being rozzled together and piled up in the middle. The man chuckles as he exclaims…“All in!” To a murmured response by the others.

Suddenly a loud moan breaks the cozy atmosphere at the table, as the second cock of the evening explodes down my throat. The men burst into laughter!

“... You looked a little tense at the end there, Phil! … Some poker face, haha”

Phil keeps his palm firmly against the back of my head, keeping me in place. He stays down my throat until he's completely finished, and I feel his muscles relaxing. 

“Ah… Phew… yeah I’m really sweatin’ over here”

I’m quick to suck him off the last bit and swallow the remainder of his load. The other men at the table continue their banter..

“Looks like he knows what he’s doing...” one of the men nods to the guy next to him. I think he's referring to me.

Phil eases his cock out of my mouth and returns it down his pants. He pats me on the cheek, as if to say good job. It's my cue to move on. The others are waiting for their turn…

Two down I tell myself. Eight men in total. Six more cocks to blow…

Balancing on my knees I take a few calculated steps to the left, until I'm lined up with another set of legs. I’m not really sure which of Alan's friends I’m about to get to know better… And it doesn’t really matter - or at least it won't make any difference…

I ease towards his crotch, making sure to caress his thigh with my cheek as I close in. Slowly but convincingly. I let him know that I want him. That I want nothing more than to suck him off underneath the table as he plays cards. That’s what he wants. That’s what they all want…

It’s effective. Open sesame

The man unbuttons his pants, zips down his fly and reveals his growing meat. I move even closer, and put my mouth on him right away. As I move my head further down on him I feel the slight pull on my arms as the leather jacket of the armbinder contracts. The chest harness feels tight against my bare skin as I tug on the strap that's anchored to the center of the underside of the heavy poker table. The setup is pretty clever. It restricts my range of motion a lot, but allows me just enough room to circle the radius of the dim, stuffy space beneath the table, with the seven men bordering me on all sides. Just enough room to do what I'm here for…

A hand moves under the table and finds its way to the back of my head. It pushes me even further down onto the now erect cock. I respond in kind, moving my mouth all the way onto him. Satisfied, the hand returns to the table top. I continue sucking him off uninterrupted. The chastity cage dangles between my parted legs, chiming like a bell to the rhythm of my movement.

The pattern repeats and it’s not long before cock number three busts its load in my willing mouth. I swallow and pause for a second. That’s number three. The first guy… Jim, maybe?… Phil, the second… And now the third…

“Looks like Ralph is done…” Someone comments behind me.

Third guy… Ralph. 

I tally the score. Four players left… exempting Alan. Almost halfway now. 

Four men… Each different, but all the same. Just a number, or letter of the alphabet. 1, 2, 3, 4… A, B, C and D

Mr. A is impatient. As soon as he feels my approach, he reaches in and grabs hold of me. He threads his fingers through the hoop of my collar and yanks me towards him. 

Out of the four men so far, his turns out to be the smallest… But what he lacks in girth, Mr. A soon makes up for in tenacity, as he proceeds to hammer his cock down my open throat, in vigorous intervals. It catches me pretty much off guard, and despite his comparatively modest size, I can’t help myself from gagging loudly.

As I try to pull back he pushes down even harder on the back of my head.

“Oh no! You’re not getting off that easily!” Mr. A taunts, much to the amusement of the rest of the table.

The sole of a shoe lands on my butt and pushes on me from behind, forcing me further onto Mr. A’s crotch.

“Get down on that dick, boy!” A voice bellows at me from behind. It’s Alan.

“Ah yeah… that’s it! All the way down” Mr. A grunts. I feel his muscles tighten as he edges close.

“HaaH.. Ah!”

He holds my mouth open as he jerks off into it, missing it completely with about half of his load. He pulls my head back.

“I wanna see you swallow, slut”

The flustered face of a man in his mid forties peeks down at me from the edge of the table. I keep his cum in my open mouth as he watches me. I close and swallow, and open wide again, sticking out my tongue to show him it's clean.

“That’s a good boy”

He lets go of me, and I move on. Mr. B and Mr. C follow suit.

Mr. B is a challenge and he manages to draw out the session for quite some time, before I can get him to climax… By the time I finish with Mr. C I’m sweating and exhausted…

But there’s still one player left… Mr. D

Big D… would be a more fitting name to him… I noticed it a while in advance. He’s a large man, and in more than one sense… judging by the impressive bulge extending down his trouser leg!

His stomach pushes up against the table, with a bit of his gut sticking out underneath. It sacks down even more as he unbuckles his belt and zips down his pants. His hand reaches in under the table and down his crotch, pulling the content of his trouser bulge out in the open, revealing a seriously large cock!

As I ease myself closer, I’m better able to separate his voice out from the others. Apparently he's the one who’s been winning a lot tonight, judging by the comments of the other men, which have turned increasingly frustrated, as Big D continues to pile up more and more of their money.

I move my naked figure in between his sizable legs. He begins to stroke himself right in front of me while I sit on my knees, staring timidly at the monstrous cock. I can’t fit that... I’m quick to conclude… But just as quickly, I remember that there isn’t a choice… I’m here to serve all of them, and I’m not done until all of them have shot their load… Alan’s strict instructions. 

Interestingly, and much to my surprise, Big D stays very content with me just running my lips and tongue up and down his shaft. Each time I muster up the courage to take him inside my mouth, he nudges me away with a hand.

I notice that he’s slow to get hard, but I’m not sure if it's related in any way… 

Eventually the game nears the end, and a showdown appears to be unfolding. I don't play poker, and frankly have no idea what's going on, especially in my exclusion below the table… However, judging by the conversation and reactions of the players, I get a broad sense of what's going on. It boils down to a contest between Phil, Mr. A, Alan and Big D. 

Mr. A is the first one out… Followed by Phil... Until eventually, it’s just Alan and Big D left standing. 

Big D vs. Daddy

There is a long pause, as the entire table of men seem to hold their breath in anticipation… I’m doing the same. Then a loud exclamation. 

“Aaw Christ!”

“Goddammit!”

Who won? 

“Well… what can I say?” I hear Big D boast triumphantly.

Of course… just my fucking luck!

“You fellas sure can't play worth a damn!”

Big D follows up with a deep chuckle that's loud even from under the table. I continue to listen carefully, remembering to service his cock with my mouth. 

Big D scrapes together his winnings.

“Well that's a decent score I'd say…” He chuckles.

“Oh… and, I can expect the rest of my prize later?” 

“Sure… I'll  arrange it” I hear Alan reply, sounding a little less cheery than usual.

I don't have to guess the meaning of the exchange… Besides a tidy sum of money, Big D’s grand prize is me… all to himself… all night...

“Well…” Big D concludes. 

He reaches in under the table and retrieves himself, easing me off him with a touch of his hand. He stuffs his sizable member back down his pants with some effort, before pushing out his chair and getting up from the table. The majority of the men follow suit, soon after. 

I'm left a little confused by Mr. D’s curious rejection… But I'm hardly sorry to postpone having Big D’s “big d” shoved inside me. There'll be plenty of time to worry about that later, as faith would have it…

The remaining men calmly finish their drinks and conversations, but eventually get up and leave, until Alan is the only one left seated at the table. I’ve been sitting quietly in front of D’s empty chair… waiting in anticipation.

“Come here boy” 

His voice is calm, but commanding. I waste no time as I scurry over, arriving at his feet within seconds of the order being given. It’s not hard to figure out what he’s after.

Alan has had all evening to enjoy the scene unfolding at the table… Watching with interest how my efforts below were manifested on the faces and in the reactions of his poker friends. 

Now both the show and game are over, and he has been waiting patiently… 

As I come close, Alan inches his chair back from the edge of the table to allow him a better view of me. He's puffing on a cigar held between two fingers of his right hand. Alan swirls a glass of whiskey with his left. He looks at me with a calm demeanor. 

“Did you do as you were told, boy?”

“Yes daddy”

“All of them?”

“Yes… daddy”

Alan sends me an inquisitive look.

Big D… He noticed!

“He… He didn't want me to… sorry daddy!” I begin to plead.

The instructions had been clear “... you take all of them down your throat”

I'm fully expecting some sort of punishment, or at the very least a harsh scolding, but Alan looks strangely puzzled. It takes a few seconds, then his face changes, as the realization hits him…

"Argh! That son of a… he was holding from the beginning…”

It takes me a moment to catch on…

So that's why he was holding back… I think to myself.

Big D had a great hand and was confident he was gonna win the pot… and get me as a bonus. No need to fully partake at the table, and risk losing his focus, if he could have me all to himself later, anyway.

Alan looks away “Son of a bitch…” 

For a short while Alan seems to be somewhere else, but eventually he remembers the obedient slave kneeling down in front of him.

Alan looks down at me, takes a drag on his cigar, and smiles deviously.

“Did you miss your daddy's cock, slut boy?”

Alan blows a cloud of smoke at me. My eyes water.

“Yes, daddy… very much!”

“Good… Go’ on then…” Alan puts down the stogie, unbuttons his pants and reveals himself in front of me.

“Show daddy how much you’ve missed it!”

Alan graces my lips with his thumb, and I part my them instinctively to let him in. He plays with my tongue a bit, then pulls it out and wipes the lower part of my cheek.

“You missed a bit” Alan remarks as he returns the finger to my mouth. 

I immediately sense a change in texture and taste, as his thumb hits my tongue… An unmistakable salty residue left over from one of my encounters in the dark underneath the poker table. Impossible to say by whom.

I keep my eyes fixed to Alan's as I suck his finger clean, swallowing candidly, and continuing the motions licking and sliding my lips down his thumb.

Alan stares at me with lustful eyes as he strokes himself hard. It doesn't take long before he's ready for me. I let his finger slip out slowly and dip my head down, to allow the tip of my tongue to run up the length of his hard shaft. 

I send him a seductive look, as I open my mouth and admit him inside, a little over halfway with the first pass, then all the way down my throat with the second and third.

The arm binder is stretched tight with each motion of my naked figure, as I push my mouth further and further down unto him.

He likes it. It's easy to tell. And I can tell it won't be long… In that regard Alan couldn’t hold a candle to Frank or Rob.

Alan exhales deeply as he forces my head down with a hand. His cock shoots to the back of my throat as he releases his load, and I feel the warmth of him cover the inside of my mouth and cavity. I suck and swallow all of him with eager movements of my head, making sure to slob and moan lustfully for him.

Number 8… 

Well… 7.5

As Alan regains himself, he sends me a quick smile. I feel spent and tired, but strangely proud to have completed my task to satisfaction. 

Alan pulls out his chair and gets up. He reaches underneath the sturdy table and unclips the carbine hook that fixed me in place. My legs feel wobbly as he pulls me to my feet. Alan extinguishes his cigar as he holds me by the ring of my collar.

A long leather leash from earlier in the evening, lies coiled up on the floor next to his chair. Alan dips down and picks it up. There's a familiar snap as the end of the leash clicks on to the metal ring. 

He holds me loosely tethered to him, as I trail behind, silent and obedient, out of the smoky poker room. The first chapter of the evening is complete…