SEX CULT CONFESSIONS (9)
By Dolphin Dan
I don't quite know how to feel about the next part of my story, the infamous second phase of the punishment that Jeremy K. sentenced me to after I'd already been publicly whipped in front of all our mutual friends. On the one hand, the second phase, which was different, was incredibly hot and still gets me turned on to think about it even many years later. On the other, it was also the beginning of the end of my involvement with Jeremy's sex cult. With as excited as I was at the thought of what he told me he had planned for the punishment, I wouldn't have imagined that it would wind up being too much for me, at long last.
Part of it was that I hadn't paid close enough attention when Jeremy explained what he had in mind. Staying in a nice hotel with him and Bryan, acting as sort of their personal slave and taking their loads on my face--that was what I heard Jeremy say and I was totally fine with all of that. But he'd also said two other things that I recall him saying but didn't think about at the time.
One was that Jeremy had said that once we got to the hotel, he and Bryan could come and go as they pleased, but I would be forbidden to leave the room until the punishment was complete. Sentence completion was defined as having my face ejaculated on, by Jeremy or Bryan (or both), twelve times. No one can cum even six times in one night, so it would obviously take a couple of days. A few days after the whipping party Jeremy sent me a text. I'M LOOKING AT HOTEL RES'NS, he wrote, and he gave me two dates. One was a week away, the other a week after that. He said he was planning to reserve four days and nights, and we'd extend if necessary. I texted back, "Can we push it out farther than that? I need some advance to put in for the time off work."
I was surprised by Jeremy's answer. NO, he wrote back, almost instantly. IT WILL BE EITHER ONE OF THOSE DATES, PROBLY THE 2ND ONE. THIS IS NOT A NEGOTIATION. JUST LETTING U KNOW. U R BEING PUNISHED, REMEMBER? I protested that I needed that under the rules of my work I needed at least two weeks' advance notice and probably more. CALL IN SICK, he said. My work, though, was very stingy with sick days; you needed a doctor's note and in any event I'd already used up almost all my sick days. Jeremy replied in one word: QUIT.
At first I was surprised but not for very long. The way Jeremy had behaved around the Sespe trip, insisting I break off long-laid plans with my friends to come with him instead, had demonstrated that he had no tolerance for back talk when it came to scheduling. Indeed he made sure I knew it because his next message was a warning: IF U QUIBBLE ANY MORE ABOUT THE DATE U WILL RECEIVE MORE PUNISHMENT.
Under normal circumstances this would have been a total non-starter. But how many times do I have to tell you that I was completely under his spell? I'd been working at this company for almost three years. I liked the job for the most part and it would be hard to find another one. But given a choice between Jeremy and the job, I would have to choose Jeremy.
Jeremy definitely meant business, because that same evening he sent me an email. I think it was about the second or maybe third email he had ever sent me in the whole of our relationship. This is what it said. It was not just about the scheduling business, but also the second condition of the punishment which he'd also told me about but forgot. This is what the email said.
"Dan:
I was disappointed by your texts today. I want to make very clear the terms of your punishment. You will do it exactly the way I say, which means date, time, place and parameters, without question. If you violate the terms at all, even the slightest bit, the penalty kicks in. Be at the Intercontinental Hotel downtown at exactly 5PM on Thursday Feb. 9. That is not negotiable. Do whatever you have to do, but you will be there in the lobby when Bryan and I get there. When we're in the room, you will not leave for any reason until I say it's OK. You will do whatever I tell you immediately and without question. You will also obey Bryan absolutely without question and give him whatever he wants. You will eat when we say, sleep when we say, and give us sex when we say and in exactly the way we tell you to do it. You will not speak unless we ask you a direct question. One wrong word, penalty.
You will have no communication with the outside world during the term of the punishment. I will confiscate your cell phone even before we get to the room. You may not use the phone in the hotel room. You may not talk to any of the hotel staff. You may watch TV only if Bryan or I say it's OK. You may not even open the curtains to look out the window unless one of us says it's OK.
You will not cum during the entire term of the punishment. Except to the extent necessary to handle yourself while pissing, you will not touch your penis until and unless we tell you to. You will not masturbate or stimulate yourself at all, whether sexual activities with us are going on or not. I'm not going to penalize you for getting erect because you probably can't help it, but even an involuntary ejaculation will be grounds for penalty so you better be careful. When you sleep, in the morning when you wake up I will inspect your underwear. Any stains will trigger penalty. Even a wet dream, penalty.
The penalty is basically the first option that you chose not to take. You will be expelled from the group. You will sever all contact with me and with every other member of the group. I will never speak to you or communicate with you again for the entire rest of your life. You will never tell anyone about anything that happened in the group, anything we did, anything you saw or overheard. Omerta, like I said. This penalty will apply for even the slightest infraction. I know you don't want this and I'm deliberately trying to make it scary so you behave because nothing else seems to get through to you. Understand I will not negotiate. This is how it is.
Don't reply to this email, but send me a text with the word 'understand' so you acknowledge it."
I didn't have a choice. I texted back, "Understand."
I tried to save my job. The punishment was supposed to begin on a Thursday night, and if it took four days I would only need Friday and the next Monday off. I told my boss I had a family emergency and really needed those days. I couldn't get them. Not only was it against procedure, but there was a big project coming up the next week and they needed people to put in extra hours. It was absolutely the worst time. On Wednesday I brought a small backpack to the office and when I left that day I quietly packed in it my personal stuff from my desk. I also deleted files from my computer and prepared to be fired. I did go to work on Thursday, but I slipped out at lunch time. I had planned to leave a voice mail for my boss and explain that for personal reasons I had to take these days and I was sorry. But I didn't want to talk to him in real time, mainly so he couldn't yell at me, and as soon as I got to the hotel Jeremy would confiscate my cell phone and I'd be out of pocket, so I never got the chance. I've never in my life walked off a job with no notice, no word, leaving everybody in a lurch. Not only was I going to lose the job, but quitting this way meant I could never use them as a reference either, which essentially meant I was done in that whole industry. (This was a technology related job, but I don't need to be more specific than that). It also meant because I was terminated for cause I couldn't collect unemployment. There was a real chance that submitting to Jeremy's punishment would literally render me homeless.
Before I went to the hotel there was one last thing I had to do and that was to take care of my cat, Minerva. I couldn't bring her to the hotel and couldn't leave her in my apartment alone for that long. (Jeremy could offload his dogs on any member of the group, but I didn't have that luxury). I had the foresight to make arrangements and decided to leave her with Dack. I brought her by, along with a bag full of the toys she liked and a stack of cans of the only food she would touch. Dack knew generally what was going on and was super stoked. "I'm so envious, man," he said. "Makes me want to fuck up so I can get punished!" I kissed Minerva goodbye before I handed her to him and I remember having the terrible feeling that I would never see my cat again. I didn't want to park at the hotel so I took a taxi part of the way and also walked like a mile into the downtown with an athletic bag over my shoulder. My feelings were very mixed when I walked into the lobby of the Intercontinental Hotel. I had left way early and arrived at 4:15, so I sat in the hotel bar for 45 minutes slowly nursing a beer.
At 4:55 PM, Jeremy and Bryan strolled in, carrying bags, like they owned the place. Jeremy saw me immediately, came over and stacked the bags in front of the railing that separated the bar from the rest of the lobby. "Bryan will get us checked in. Get one of those luggage carts and get ready to take the bags." He was in a surprisingly good mood. "I'm really glad you came. I'm sorry, I have to take your cell phone." I pulled it out of my pocket, switched it off and handed it to him.
The room was really nice. It was a suite with a sitting room area and a bedroom with a king sized bed. Bryan ordered up a rollaway bed for me which took a few minutes to deliver. I was careful not to talk to the guy who delivered it. Almost as soon as we got into the room after I unloaded the luggage Bryan said, "Dan, come into the bathroom with me for a minute."
The bathroom was big and luxurious, all flecked gray granite and shiny fixtures with little gold bands on them. There was the inner bathroom with the shower and toilet, and an outer area with two sinks. Both were spacious. When we got inside Bryan closed the door quietly. "Take your shirt off," he said softly. I obeyed him and put my T-shirt on the granite counter and stood there facing him. He wasn't looking at me, but at the reflection of my back in the mirror. He winced. It had been long enough since the whipping that the marks on my back were no longer red, but they hadn't yet really congealed into scar tissue. They were sort of a light pink color. You could only really see three of them distinctly. Still speaking softly so Jeremy couldn't hear, he said, "I'm so, so sorry. I feel horrible about doing that to you. Don't worry, I'm going to take it easy on you this weekend. You can talk to me, you don't have to obey his dumb rules around me." I had never really opened up to Bryan before and never trusted him. It was kind of hard to do that now. But I asked him, in a low whisper, if Jeremy was really mad at me. "You should've seen him," Bryan said. "Sonia told him about the party. He raged. I mean, fucking raged. It's all right. Between you and me I think the script is shit too. But I love him. I know you do too. I'm not jealous of you, if it means anything. I wish you weren't of me."
I told him I was starting to get over it. "I love him too," I said. "Sometimes I wish I didn't."
Bryan looked at me for the first time with what seemed like tenderness. Gently he reached down and unbuttoned the top button of his jeans. He said he wanted to help me through this weekend as much as possible. He rested his hand inside his pants for a while, and stroked himself through his underwear gently. "You want to get one out of the way first? We don't have to if you don't want to. But he'll probably like it if we do." I shrugged and said okay. With his eyes closed Bryan stroked himself a bit more, and then he backed up against the marble counter, tugged down his designer jeans and pulled down his underwear. He took off his shirt for good measure. His tanned hairless chest looked like marble.
His dick was really nice looking. He was slightly longer than Jeremy but not as thick. It poked, long and straight, out of a bush of trimmed blond pubic hair. Bryan was uncut. He pulled his foreskin up over his dickhead, then skinned it back and let go. His penis twitched. He paused a minute, then bent his knees slightly, tipped his head down and started masturbating. "I think I can get going here," he whispered. "When I want to I can cum really quick." I said that was a nice talent to have. I was about two feet away from him and the situation was a little awkward. I wasn't sure what to do. Bryan seemed to be doing fine on his own but it was weird of me to just stand there. Finally I got down on my knees. I reached up and fondled his balls. They hung low and slack, covered in blond hair. His dick was about a foot away from me, right at eye level. His hand flew back and forth as he continued pounding on himself. In a situation like this I would normally at least have touched myself a little, even if through my pants, but I was very wary of flouting the rules.
"I'm gonna put on a show," Bryan whispered to me with a grin. "Get ready, though." Then he tipped his head back and moaned much louder, presumably for Jeremy's ears. "Uhhhhh God! Oh yeah! I'm gonna cum. Gonna cum! Take it on your face! Take it, take it!"
You can tell when a guy who's masturbating is just about to shoot if he suddenly changes the angle at which he holds his dick, especially if he angles it downward. As soon as I saw this telltale sign I scooted up closer to Bryan and closed my eyes. The end of his twitching dick barely touched my nose. He made a strange little noise, a muffled grunt kind of like, "Grrmglglgh!" An arc of semen shot out of his tip and caught me diagonally across the face like the slash of a sword. Still gripping his shaft, his hand quickly growing slimy with cum, Bryan pressed his erupting tip to my cheek and several more jagged shots spurted and oozed out of the ring of the end of his foreskin as he rubbed it up over his head and back again. The last couple of drops dribbled to the tile floor between my knees. He opened his eyes and gave a long satisfied-sounding sigh. "That actually was pretty good," he whispered. "Oh, you can totally clean up." He reached over, snatched a towel from the rack above the sink and handed it to me.
I was still mopping cum off my face as Bryan opened the door communicating between the outer bathroom and the main hotel suite. He had his T-shirt in one hand and his jeans were pulled up but unbuttoned. "We got some kind of score card?" he asked Jeremy. He asked if I was behaving. "Perfectly," Bryan said. "What are we doing for dinner? Room service? Pizza?"
Jeremy got a pad of paper from the desk in the sitting area, with the logo of the hotel on it. He drew a line down the center of the page, wrote JEREMY atop one column and BRYAN on the other. He made one hash mark under the Bryan column. One down, eleven to go.
The evening actually was pretty fun. We ordered pizza and beer though Bryan called delivery and not room service. Jeremy let me have a beer and it was all pretty normal, except I wasn't allowed to put my shirt back on and I couldn't say anything. We watched movies, "Silence of the Lambs" and "Euro Trip," on the hotel's movie channel. Jeremy and Bryan talked about going out to a club. Eventually they decided not to. Jeremy took a long shower. He came out, naked, walking with a cane that I saw him use sometimes when he didn't have his leg strapped on. His tall bulky form still excited me. He got in bed naked, read for a while, then turned out the light. Bryan joined him. I was in the roll-away, only a few feet away. I was surprised they didn't do anything sexual with me.
About 20 minutes after Jeremy turned out the light I heard rustling under their covers, and then the sound of kissing. I lay totally still and silent, laying on my back. This was a test to see how jealous I still was, and if I could handle being forced to listen to my boyfriend have sex with another man just a few feet away. I admit at first it was difficult. I heard Jeremy sigh a little bit and he whispered, "Yeah, that's good." After a while, though, they suddenly stopped. I heard Bryan's voice. "This is kind of awkward."
"It's fine," Jeremy told him. "Forget he's even here."
The rustling resumed half a minute later. I was listening intently. Next I heard Bryan whimper very slightly. My penis began to grow in my underwear. Soon I realized that imagining what they were doing was much hotter than actually seeing it. The hotel room was very dark because the drapes were drawn. At one point I heard Bryan react, sort of a sudden "Ow!" but it was a slightly different sound. That was definitely Jeremy plunging a finger into Bryan's ass. Then Jeremy, in a harsh whisper, gave Bryan instructions. "Do that. Stroke me. C'mon, harder. Get my balls, play with my balls. Yeah. Yeah, that's good." I was totally still. It was torture not being able to touch myself or even move.
After a while their activity abruptly stopped. Jeremy said, "Gonna fuck you. You want me to fuck you?" Bryan said, "Yes, sir."
In a louder voice Jeremy addressed me. "Dan. Dan! My bag is over on the tray stand in the corner. Don't turn on the light. There's a pocket on the right side with a zipper. You'll find oil in there. Bring it here, please."
I fumbled a bit but found it. In the dark I crawled around to Jeremy's side of the bed and put the bottle of oil in his hand. "Go back to bed," he commanded.
Bryan whimpered softly as Jeremy fucked him. It took about 20 minutes. Jeremy was breathing deep and evenly at first, but soon each long breath took on the slightest hint of a grunt. As his breathing grew labored he started grunting rhythmically. He sounded like an animal. Eventually I heard the springs of the mattress creak gently. His stroke quickened. A low growl escaped Jeremy's lips. At the end he was fucking Bryan very fast and I heard the slap of his ball sack against Bryan's ass. The growl became louder and more primal, almost a soft roar as he came. At long last they fell into silence and stillness. Now I understood how and why this constituted punishment.
More to come...
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