This is part five of an increasingly authoritarian tale. Stay tuned for more. All feedback and encouragement welcome.
Nathan nodded over my shoulder at the stranger. His head moved, but his eyes were fixed. I wanted to turn and see what he was looking at so intently, but I had learned my lesson. Nathan's gaze shifted, and so he was gazing into my eyes when the stranger's hand began to fumble with the buckle on the back of my gag.
The gag tightened before it loosened, the sharp pain injecting a little bit of clarity into my brain for a moment. The fog of lust began to thin a bit as the gag came off. The stranger took hold of it and flung it forward onto the couch. He stepped nearer to me, and I felt his thigh against my upper arm and his belly touching my shoulder. Nathan leaned forward and placed the blindfold back over my eyes. His hand lingered on the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair and scratching softly with his fingernails. My mind was beginning its all too familiar spiral. I was losing the inertia that had carried us this far. I began to speak, to tell Nathan I wasn't ready for more when I felt his hand becoming a fist, gently tugging my head backwards.
It didn't take much force. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back against my shoulders. Nathan began rubbing my neck with one hand while the thumb of his other hand stroked my cheek lightly a couple of times. I was beginning to relax again. I breathed deep and felt my dick softening. It seemed as though all of the tension I was holding was tapering off, and that included the erotic tension. I felt good. I felt safe, calm.
Rough fingers began to rub my lips lightly. I pursed them against the stranger's rubbing as he increased the pressure slowly. "How do you feel?" he said, and pulled his hand away briefly. I opened my mouth to speak, to say how good I felt, but my voice caught in my throat. "Got something stuck down there?" he said and slid his first two fingers into my open mouth.
I stuck my tongue out and enjoyed the sensation of their sliding deeper in. They were thick. He was applying pressure onto my tongue. I could feel the tough skin, the calluses. His fingers tasted of lube and ass confirming he'd been jerking his dick watching what went down between me and Nathan. My dick was rising again, and my face flushed. I was tasting my own ass on his fingers. It was degrading and so hot. Soon enough his fingertips were actually down my throat. He slid them back out and then in again slowly. I closed my lips tightly around them and sucked each time he pulled his fingers out. As he kept going he picked up the pace and the force with which he plunged them down my throat. I felt myself beginning to gag, tears welling up in my eyes. Finally he removed them, and then I felt the hand cover my mouth and pinch my nose shut. Instinctively, I opened my eyes wide, covered as they were by the blindfold, and I moaned into his hand. He held this hand in place and moved my head back down so it was facing forward.
He leaned in and placed his mouth to my ear as my chest began to spasm. As I began to suffocate. "We're gonna use your holes, slut. Do you know that? We're gonna use you until we're satisfied." His voice was a deep growl. I was sure Nathan couldn't hear his words. I was shaking from lack of air. My dick was throbbing. "I'm just the first," he said. "You should see what your man here has been messaging all the guys you've led on. Thank him."
He released his grip, and I gasped for air. "Thank you," I said as I drew in deep breaths. "Thank you, Nathan. Thank you, sir."