Turning the Tables
By James Forbes jasbike1@gmail.com
This is a work of fiction created for the entertainment of interested adults, partly based on my experiences, and partly fantasy of what I wish will still happen. Please read no further if you are underage, if this is illegal in your area, or if you are offended by explicit sexual stories. Any resemblance to anyone is strictly coincidental. This would have taken place in the pre-AIDS era. The main focus is on domination, submission, various punishments and kink, with of course some actual sex thrown in. But it's more narrative than straight-up fucking. If you're looking for a good sub in San Diego, email me.
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Chapter Nine – The Loss of Dignity
I found myself tied to posts in a remote cabin by my friend David, who I had almost beaten in a game of cards. Almost...
With my legs bound far apart, sitting on the floor, and piss-soaked underwear over my head, all I could do was imagine what David was preparing. I heard him going through the kitchenette, dragging things from under the bed, and walking around.
David untied my legs from the poles they were spread apart to, stood me up, and sat me on the end of a dining table. He yanked my red-striped boys underwear off of me, leaving only my pink socks he'd made me wear. Immediately he tied my legs in the air, I imagined to one of the large rafters of the cabin. My arms were tied over my head to legs of the table. I was completely vulnerable to his plan.
"You want to see me naked, I know," David stated flatly. "Well your wish is about to come true."
"David, what's happening? What are you going to do?"
"Shut up, slave. I know you looked at me in the shower last night, when you promised you wouldn't. You probably couldn't see much, but that's not the point. I trusted you, partly just to see what you would do, and you couldn't control yourself. Don't even bother denying it."
"I didn't see anything, David! I looked away as fast as I could. It's just you have a really nice body and—" I was stopped cold by his finger lubing up my ass. Oh my god. Was that zucchini going back in my ass from yesterday? David ripped off my improvised underwear hood. He was standing in his underwear right next to my face. He'd changed it, though: Now it was blue.
"Slave: Do you remember the colors I talked about yesterday?"
"Um, I'm trying. I think blue means...is it fu-fu-fucking?"
"That's right, slave. You have no choice in the matter. But there are two quizzes for you first. Quickly. Who's dick is bigger, and which one is hairier? We'll find out in a little while, but before you see what I have, tell me your answers."
I stammered, "David, I saw your dick, and it was thicker, and not completely hard, but I think mine is longer. And I know for sure I'm hairier down there. I'm a year older, for one thing."
David straddled my face so his crotch was right in front of my mouth, and slowly lowered his underwear. I couldn't believe I was finally seeing it. It was really hairy, with a compact bush but a thick nest of man pubes. And the dick was a monster. Though only maybe 6" and really thick, that was when it was soft. It was a monster of 8" at least now. Before I could say anything, he jammed it into my mouth, right down to the pubes. I gagged and choked, but it did no good. He thrusted fast and hard. I tried to buck and struggle, but the ropes were too tight. Occasionally, he would go all the way out, but only to slap his meat across my face before plunging it back in. Finally, he stood up and positioned himself at the end of the table by my feet, and lubed up his fat cock, placing it right up against my hole.
"I was going to work you up to this, but since you lied last night about not seeing me in the shower, and tried to make our friendly card game into some sick sex fantasy of yours, this is what happens." With that, he rammed his entire cock into my ass, all the way to the hilt. I yelped in pain and turned several shades of red. "You act like you don't like this," David panted, "But your dick is getting hard." He jammed his hairy dick back in, sometimes taking it all the way back out to plunge in again anew. Each time was like my cherry getting cracked again and again. I really didn't know how much more I could take. Finally he thrust in and kept his dick in. But he wasn't coming yet. Instead, he reached over and grabbed a ruler, holding it up against my dick, which was fully hard by now and on the edge of spurting.
"Let's see. 6.5, no, almost 7.5", slave. Not bad. Without any warning, he pulled out completely, causing me to gasp in shock. "Annnd, damn! Just shy of 8.5" for me. Again, you lose. I have just the punishment for you, too. David put his dick up alongside mine, and grabbed them tightly. I could totally see he wasn't lying about the length. His was definitely longer by at least a head. He slowly started jacking us both at the same time. I couldn't help but start making long, low moans. David placed a small bowl on my chest just as I felt cum rising in my dick uncontrollably. "Oh goddddddd, David sir!" I yelled, and we came simultaneously. His was one huge glob that fell right into the small bowl, while mine sprayed my stomach, his face, and my armpit. David grabbed a spoon, and carefully scooped it up into the bowl. He went into the kitchenette. "Clean off my dick," he ordered.
"Please untie my hand," I asked. "I'll make it clean for you."
"Not falling for that, slave. You'll just have to use your mouth."
"David, mygodno! That's so gro—" and in his dick went down my throat, tangy ass juices and all. I'd never been more humiliated. He rubbed it along my tongue. Even after it had to be clean, he kept it in my mouth. After a couple of quick thrusts, I felt another hot wad of jizz choke my throat. He slowly pulled out and clasped my jaw shut. "Swallow it now, slave." I choked and coughed, battling a gag reflex, but down it went.
He slipped on his red underwear from the day before. Why not the blue ones? The blue meant fucking, but I couldn't remember about red. Hopefully he just liked the color. David grabbed some scissors from the kitchenette.
"David—" I started.
"You called me `sir' a minute ago. I think that's appropriate, since you're a slave again."
"I mean Sir, are you cutting me loose?"
"Now why in the world would I do that? You lost at cards again, you lied about not seeing me in the shower, you whined and complained about everything like a little boy. So you need to be treated like one. Suddenly he started trimming off my ample pubic hair.
"Dav—Sir, you promised me! You promised you wouldn't shave my only remaining hair. It's all I have left. My body might look like a 12-year-old now, but my dick looks like a man's."
After trimming a handful, David actually stopped, to my relief. "You're right to remind me, slave. I did promise I wouldn't shave your little dick's hair. Let's take a break. Are you hungry?"
I was afraid this might be another trick. "Um, yes, Sir?"
"Great! Sit tight—oh, you don't have any choice, heh-heh—and I'll fix you something. First, here's something to keep you company while I'm gone." David grabbed a large banana out from under the bed, lubed it up, and without any explanation, plunged most of it into my asshole.
"Ammmmmmmmmmmmm," I groaned in pain.
"Make sure it stays in, too, slave," he warned. "I'll make a sandwich, and if you eat the whole thing and wash it down, I'll take out that banana."
He returned with a sandwich on a plate and a glass of juice. Why was he suddenly so solicitous? I was starving after yesterday's trials, so I bit into the sandwich greedily as he fed it to me, as my hands were still tied to the rafters above the table I was lying on. I managed to swallow the first bite, but it tasted really bad and dry. "Keep eating. The whole thing." Again, his mood shifted to dark and threatening. I knew better than to resist, and managed to choke it all down. God it was awful, though.
"Ready to wash it down? I'll use that funnel from yesterday to help you." The funnel was what he'd used to pour a bottle of his piss into my ass the day before. This time it was just Gatorade, though. He wedged the funnel firmly against my mouth, and starting pouring. Immediately I choked, as it didn't taste at all like Gatorade. It was musty and sour. Still, I swallowed most of it.
"Good job, slave! For once. Now for dessert, that banana."
"No way, Sir! I'm eating that. It's up my ass right now! Gross!" I protested.
"Don't worry," David advised. I'll peel it first, of course. He pulled it out slowly, then shoved it back in a few times for good measure. "OK, now, alright, it's peeled. Let's see how much you can get in your mouth at once. Get it all in your mouth and I'll untie your hands." My arms were aching badly by this point, so I did my best as David slowly got most of it in, then I choked a little as the whole thing popped in my mouth. I chewed as fast as I could and swallowed it all. Like the sandwich and juice, it tasted really off. Maybe my tastebuds were whacked after sucking David's monster cock for so long.
"As agreed, slave, your hands are now free," he said as he released my arms from the overhead beams. "You should know what you just did, though: You ate a sandwich made from your pubes and both of our cum. I took pictures of that sandwich before I disguised it with another piece of bread. And that `Gatorade' you drank from the funnel? That was what you peed in last night. Like I said, a boy dick is a penis, and it pees. A man dick is a cock, and pisses. And finally, when I jammed that banana inside you again and again, it was already peeled. I got a picture of that, too. A peeled banana up your boy ass. Then you ate it. You probably wondered why it tasted so bad. Now you know, slave. You probably think you can't sink any lower, but you're about to."
"Oh my god no, Sir, this isn't happening." My stomach churned and threatened to puke up its contents, but I swallowed hard and managed to keep it all down. What did he mean, sink lower? How was that even possible at this point?