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A Confession

Chapter 10 What a day

Chapter 10 - What a day

     I untied Phil's legs, the stood him up at the end of the table facing
Heather's head.  I kept his hands tied behind his back, and tied his ankles to
the table legs.  Then I pushed his head down next to Heather's.  "Phil, are you
ready to get fucked?" He didn't reply.  I lubed up the big dildo and pressed it
to his ass.  I'm not queer, and I felt kind of weird getting ready to stick this
thing up some guys ass.  But Phil was such a pussy, it didn't seem to matter.  I
started to wonder what a guy's ass felt like.  I set the big rubber dick on the
table next to Phil and said, "I'm going to do you a favor and loosen you up
first.  You should thank me."  "Thank you." Phil replied meekly.  "Thank who?" 
"Thank you, Sir."  He responded.  "You bet your ass, Phil."

     Phil's ass wasn't near as tight as Heather's, but I fucked it pretty hard
for a good 10 minutes.  It just wasn't arousing to me, so I pulled out, and
worked the dildo in.  I used duct tape across his ass cheeks to hold it in
place.  I then got up on the table on my knees and had Heather suck me off.  I
made sure Phil's head was against hers so he could feel her raising her head to
meet my thrusts.  When I came, she eagerly swallowed my load and kept sucking
and licking the underside of my cock.  "Phil, I think she's starting to like
me."

     After another shower, I got dressed to go into town.  I moved Heather and
Phil and had them stand, still naked, on either side of a telephone pole sized
support column, with their backs against it.  I hand cuffed Heather's right
wrist to Phil's left and her left wrist to his right, and I tied their ankles
together the same way.  "This should keep you out of trouble until I get back. 
I'm just going to pick up a few things.  You kids be good, now."  I locked the
big doors behind me.

     I returned a few hours later to find my captives right where I'd left them,
and although they had managed to get down on their knees, they both looked pale
and pretty worn out.

     "Hey you two, great news.  I ran into some people I know and they're coming
to visit.  I told them all about you, Heather, how much you like to suck cock
and how you like rough sex and all.  They seemed real excited to meet you and
thought the $100 I was charging each of them was a real bargain.  I knew you
wouldn't mind and hell, I can sure use the $500 bucks.  I told them I wanted to
clean up the place first, so they're coming over a little later, so now I need
to get you ready."  They both turned even paler.

     I took Phil into an adjoining room, and sat him on a saw horse with his ass
hanging off and his back against a pole.  He still had the rubber dick up his
ass and the zip tie on his sack, although by now his balls had turned a really
light shade of blue.  "You're not going to have those much longer."  I informed
him as I cuffed his wrists behind the pole and tied his ankles to the legs of
the saw horse.  He didn't respond.  I sat the small TV on a table directly in
front of him and said, "Your lovely wife is going to put a show on for you and I
expect you to pay close attention to it.  When it's over, if you can't tell me
the highlights, I'll have 10 guys over here tomorrow, and they'll fuck the shit
out of both of you.  You got it?"  Phil nodded his head ever so slightly.  

      I ran the coax cable from the back of the set out to the camera in the
middle of the warehouse, where all the action would be.  Then I went back in
with Phil, showed him the underwear he had been wearing, then pissed on them. 
Being careful not to wring them out, I rolled them into a ball and pushed them
into his mouth, and covered his mouth with duct tape.  "Wouldn't want you to
interrupt the show."  His eyes were tearing up as the foul urine ran down his
throat and I could see him resisting the urge to throw up as he swallowed.  I
shut the door behind me.
    
     I had Heather put her corset, hose and wedding gown back on, and fix her
hair and makeup.  She was stunning.  "Now here's the thing, Heather.  These guys
are expecting a good time, if ya know what I mean.  They're hard working men and
they'll expect to get their money's worth.  I told them you liked rough sex and
that you'd let them know you want it rougher by holding back.  I'd suggest you
do want they want or they're likely to hurt you.  I'd even suggest you go out of
your way and be extra accommodating, or they might hurt you anyway.  You try
anything, and Phil dies a slow, painful death.  Now, we got an understanding?" 
Heather nodded her head.  "Tell me you'll be a good whore."  Heather looked in
my eyes and said, "I'll be your good little whore, Sir."  "You're not a racist,
are you?" I asked her, not really caring.  She looked mortified.  "No Sir." She
replied.



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