The Rules
Part One: The Rules Are Set, and the First Rule is Broken
MM+, MF+, bd, ds, hm
My wife Deidre drove the van into the alleys behind campus. I stayed in the back with our equipment – perhaps I should say the other equipment since I certainly intended to get used today: under Deidre's expert direction, of course. My heart rate pumped a million beats a second in anticipation, and I felt the veins pulse as my hard cock strained against my pants.
The dorms and halls faced a green quad for student pedestrians. The areas behind them had lots of nooks and by-ways where you weren't supposed to park. There were a lot of things you weren't supposed to do that we were going to do anyway. We pulled into a small passageway that paralleled the largest frat-house. Deidre parked and opened the back of the van for me. She wore her leather corset dominatrix outfit. I tumbled out, wearing my ordinary tee-shirt, jeans and sneakers.
Deidre flicked me on the ass with the crop she carried. "Get it set up," she commanded. "Start with my chair."
I unloaded a folding chair from the back of the van. I placed the aluminum sling stool at the mouth of the normally empty alley. From there, it overlooked the quad, and passersby might spot the activity.
Deidre lounged in the chair, tapping her crop impatiently against her leg. Her pose showed her ample cleavage to good effect.
I went around to the back of the van and pulled out the base plate. It was an X-frame of wood, simple and very heavy. I lugged it to the alley-mouth. People were already staring. College students, mostly: one or two settled into watch. Most kept on their way to class. I saw one blond jock exit the frat house, do a double take, and then settle to watch under one of the big old oaks. His red tee-shirt stretched tight over his chest. My mouth watered as I looked at him.
Deidre gave me another flick. It stung. "Back to work," she said. "I decide who fucks you today."
My cock jerked in my pants.
I picked up the rest of the assembly. It wasn't as heavy. There was a vertical piece and a horizontal piece. I arranged the X-shaped piece flat on the ground. Then I used an electric screwdriver to mount the vertical stand. A horizontal bar connected in a T. It consisted of your basic pillory - three holes: one large, two small on either side. It hinged open, and it had a lock.
I worked fast. Once things had gotten started, the campus police usually didn't interfere. It made the students mad, and it was bad publicity. Plus, rent-a-cops had desires like anyone else. Deidre and I could usually bribe them with one or another of our bodies.
But they might stop us as we set up.
I made one last trip the van, returning with a folding sandwich board. I carefully placed it on the ground beside her chair. Then, my work done, I stood beside her and obediently folded my hands behind my back.
Deidre whipped my ass again, then ran the end of the crop over one nipple. She gave it a wicked, stinging whack. I shuddered.
She said, "That will never do. If you can't handle such a light sensation, how will you handle it when there are many, many pairs of hands touching you? Abusing you?"
I moaned.
She cupped my cock through my jeans. "Excited, are you, slut?" She kept her hands on my balls. led me to the stocks, and opened the scissors of the pillory. An inarticulate noise of desire escaped me as I regarded the open instrument of my humiliation.
"Did I command you to speak?" she demanded.
I shook my head. "No."
She swatted me. "No, what?" she demanded.
"No, mistress," I said.
"Good. I wouldn't want to think you were enjoying this." She pulled on my balls again and added, "Too much, anyway." She bent me over at the waist. M y neck fell into the felt lining of the central hole of the stocks. Deidre took each of my wrists in turn and inserted them into the smaller holes on each side. Then she fastened a padded bondage cuff around them. With a whack on each inner thigh, she spread my legs. My ass rose up into the air. I felt so exposed.
Deidre looked down at me, grinning with her evilest smile. It did not seem out of place on her round face.
"I love you," I said.
"You are so fucked," she observed. She put her hand on the open scissor of the stocks and shoved. The indentations banged closed around my neck and wrists. I knew I could not now withdraw my head. And I knew that with the cuffs on my wrists, I would not be able to pull my hands away either.
Deidre held a small object in front of my face. I focused on it: a bronze lock. She said, "Once I put this on the stocks, you aren't getting away. You'll take cock after cock and load after load. Until I say you can stop."
"Oh, please," I breathed.
She latched it onto the side of the pillory.
"Try to get out," she said.
I pulled against the stocks. I had maybe three inches of movement for my neck before the back of my skull banged against the headboard. I pulled hard on my wrists. The leather cuffs prevented them from slipping through the holes in the pillory. With some tugging, I might get lose.
"That will never do," Deidre said.
She took out a set of chains and fed them through the loops on my wrist cuffs, then into the catches on the wood. When she drew them tight, I could no longer move my wrists an inch. My hands flexed helplessly on either side of my head.
"There," said Deidre. She leaned in close to me, and pointed to the crowd that had begun to gather. Most of them were men, college boys, in their shorts and tees: jocks, a few women, or older people. I saw my red-shirted friend there, too. "See anything you like? I think they see something they want."
She kissed me hard, shoving her tongue into my mouth. It was almost like an oral rape.
Then Deidre stood up and, hips swaying, sauntered over to the sandwich board I had brought out of the van. She unfolded it and set it out on display. It was an old Einstein Brothers' Bagels white-board. I knew what it said, because I'd written each line in dry-erase marker.
The sign read:
HOLES FOR SALE
- Condoms from behind * * Only men. * * Must be under 25 years of age * * Must show college ID. * * No ass to mouth. * * No shit. No piss. No blood. * * Do not harm the whore. * * FIVE DOLLARS * The management reserves the right to refuse any customer at any time.
We'd scraped away most of the logo, so that only one of the two Monopoly Millionaire-looking heads remained -- the one with an open mouth – and under it, the suggestive ring of a single bagel.
Deidre placed a tin dish, like a street musician's, in front of the sign to receive offerings.
When they read the sign, some members of the crowd turned away. Some drew closer. A few pulled out their phones to tell their friends that a show was starting.
Deidre flexed her crop in her hands. She thrust it against my lips. I opened, letting its tip slide in. It tasted of leather, smooth on one side, hairy on the other.
"Who wants to be first?" she asked.
Several really hot boys raised their hands. So did some not-so hot ones. And so did a woman. Couldn't she read?
I looked at red-shirt boy, standing there in his jeans, and looking impossibly hot, lean, and young. He saw me staring and then raised his hand too.
Deidre noticed the interplay. She pointed the crop at him. "You?" she said. "What's your name?"
"Scott," he said.
"Well, Scott, do you want to be the first to fuck Tim's mouth?"
Scott gave a slow, evil smirk. "Five dollars? Five whole dollars?" he asked. "How do I know he's worth five whole dollars? I could almost buy lunch at Wendy's for that. Maybe even a drink."
Deidre was game. "Well, how about this, Scott? Try before you buy. You can use his hole first and then pay whatever you think that's worth. It breaks the rules, but I bet Tim here is okay with it." She rested her hand on my head. "Aren't you, Tim?"
My face flushed hot. "Please," I groaned, gazing at Scott's wide-legged, confident stance. He looked so good. I wanted badly to submit to him.
Scott said. "Well, okay. But he'd better be worth it."
He paused about a yard away.
I realized then just how confined I was. I could move my legs and wiggle my hips, but I couldn't take any weight off my feet, because the pillory held my neck and hands rigidly in place. I could flex my hands, open and close them, even rotate them slightly around the axis. My neck was wedged almost as firmly. I could push forward only a bit before my shoulders collided against the frame, and I could pull back until it hit the back of my head. I was as helpless to reach Scott as if he'd been on the moon. And if – when – he came forward, I would be completely unable to escape him.
The realization made me thrash in a sudden panic.
Deidre whipped me again for my pains.
Scott smirked. He knew what I wanted and kept it teasingly in front of me. He traced his fingers along his fly. The touch accentuated the swelling line of his cock beneath, straightening like an uncoiling serpent as it hardened.
"Do you want this?" he said to me.
I nodded.
Deidre struck me. "Answer the man!"
"Yes, sir," I told him. "Oh god, sir, I want your cock."
Scott slowly unzipped his jeans, letting his fingers work in and out of the fly. I caught a flash of white cotton. "I bet you do," he said.
He stepped a little bit closer, his crotch held level with my face. I could smell him now and feel the motion of his hands just in front of my face. His knuckles brushed my nose. I stretched out my neck and barely flicked my tongue across one of them.
"Not yet," he said, taking a little teasing half-step backwards.
I expected Deidre to punish me again for my temerity, but she just stood back and watched, one hand playing with the tip of her crop.
Scott stood in front of me, just out reach. He undid the button of his jeans. As he did, his red tee-shirt lifted, and I saw that he wore no belt on his trim waist. He pulled his jeans aside, revealing his straining cock-filled white briefs. Precum soaked the fabric, rendering it nearly transparent. The smell of sweat and musk from it sent me lurching forward against my restraints.
I extended my tongue, but Scott teased back out of reach. "Wait for it!" he declared. "I don't want too eager a hole."
He pushed his jeans down with a little motion of his hips. They slid down his muscled thighs and came to a rest just over his knees. My gaze jerked back to his crotch when I heard the snap of elastic, and his questing fingers pulled his cock over the band of his briefs. He stroked hard. A rough smiled played on his lips. He cupped one hand around his balls, and with the other he pulled his cock taut. Its flaring head thrust at my face, bobbing ever so slightly. Cum pooled in the slit.
"Try to reach," he said, giving it a shake.
I braced my feet and pushed my shoulders as hard as I could against the pillory. I strained my neck and tongue, and flicked the lingering drop into my mouth with the tip of my tongue.
Scott laughed as I fell back against my restraints.
"Enough fooling around," he declared.
He stepped up and gripped my head with both hands. In one smooth motion, he shoved his cock into my mouth. Now I really learned what it meant to be unable to move my head. The shaft thrust over my tongue and hard palette, and his cock-head pressed against the opening of my throat. I was lined up, completely horizontal. As my skull collided with the pillory, he jammed past all resistance and into my trachea. His assault came so fast, I struggled even wrap my tongue around his shaft. I wanted to give him pleasure, but Scott planned to take what he wanted, without my help or participation.
His balls slapped my face and with every thrust his red tee-shirt teased my nose. I smelled the scent of him on it. I wondered how many days it had been since he'd washed it. The muscles of his abdomen and legs flexed against my face.
He began to moan.
I'd thought Scott's cock was large when he'd held it in front of my eyes, but now that he thrust it in me, it felt truly massive. His cockhead popped in and out of my throat in short, brutal motions. I choked, and flailed helplessly, but Scott didn't care. My vision began to swim before he at last pulled back, his cock almost leaving my mouth. Then he crashed back into my throat again. His cock swelled as he became more heated. I clearly discerned the wide flange of the head and the narrower shaft as they each made their motion in throat. My breath came in panicked bursts, trying to time my intake of air.
Really aroused now, Scott pulled his shirt over his head. The view before my eyes to a flexing belly, hard abs and a light trail of hair. The smell of him grew more intense as he ground his navel into my face.
Scott laid both hands on the headboard of the pillory. His muscled arms framed his face as he gazed down at me. A cruel smirk played on his boyish face.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asked. "Because this is what you're getting."
He thrust his engorged cock head deep into my throat. He didn't withdraw, he just kept pumping. I struggled to breathe. To do anything really. I was mesmerized by his expression, by the smell and the touch and the hard muscle of him, by his cock violating my mouth.
"Answer the man!" Deidre snapped. She whacked me on the ass with her crop.
I made a noise around Scott's cock. My hands flexed helplessly. I felt my throat working to expel the intruder before I blacked out. I jerked my head against the restraints.
My struggles pushed Scott over the edge. His cock pulsed and began to shoot.
He pulled out with a jerk, cock trailing saliva and cum. A jet shot into my mouth, over my tongue, and then onto my lips, my face. His whole body tensed. The slit of his flaring purple cockhead pulsed as he came. Reflexively, I closed my eyes. His cum splashed on my forehead and cheeks.
At that moment, my body spasmed too. I shot a load of my own into the constriction of my jeans. Not my last. It lingered hot and sticky, but unlike Scott's load slowly working its way down my face, it had nowhere to go.
I opened my eyes again to see Scott regarding me. Deidre wandered into my field of view. She flicked her crop against my cum-covered face to catch some of the drip. She shoved the leather tip and Scott's cum into my mouth. I sucked on it eagerly, savoring the taste of this boy about whom I knew nothing.
Deidre asked Scott, "Well? Was he worth it?"
Scott ran one hand over his chest and another over his cock as he milked out the last drops of cum. They fell to the earth. What a waste. I licked my lips.
Scott saw me looking. He grinned wickedly as he pulled up and zipped his pants. He fished into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He flicked his fingers through the bills in the fold.
"Five dollars?" he said. "Not even slightly. But maybe this." He held up a one dollar bill.
"Whatever you think is fair." Deidre shrugged.
I flushed.
Scott crumpled the dollar. "I think this is fair. After all, he's only a cheap whore." Hearing those words, I thought I would cum again right then and there. I didn't. It was too soon. Instead, I savored the sensation of Scott running the bill over my face as he scraped up his cum. A dollar isn't very absorbent. Plenty remained on my face as he lifted up the dripping bill and regarded it.
"What a waste of a dollar," he said. "You can't mop up cum with a quarter, though."
He tossed the dollar into the bowl.
"Thank the nice man," Deidre said, giving me a whack.
"Thank you, sir, for paying me what I'm worth," I said. I liked this game.
Scott patted my face. "More than you're worth."
"More than I'm worth," I affirmed.
Scott pulled his shirt back over his head. "Maybe I'll be back later for more. After all, I paid for it."
He sauntered away, pushing through the gathered crowd to return to his spot beneath the tree.