1 comments/ 99549 views/ 26 favorites A Tarnished Trophy Ch. 01 By: Cold_Eyes Marisol stood in the doorway holding two plates, an apron around her waist, looking like a model housewife. When I say model, I mean Victoria's Secret. No shirt, no pants, just a bra, stockings, and apron. "Breakfast? I decided to make it myself since the cook is on vacation." "Uh, yeah," I stammered, my throat going dry. She looked as if she had just come back from those photo shoots she talked about doing before she had married my father. Okay, so when I said model, I actually meant Sears Catalog. That was the big achievement of the last decade of her life. Her other small-time modeling jobs became no-time modeling jobs when she met Dad. The unnecessarily long table forced her to trek across the room to reach the end I was sitting at. I picked up my glass and drank to make it less obvious that my gaze was not eye-level. She leaned over to put the plate on the table, effectively serving up her cleavage along with a side of eggs and bacon. I sputtered into my water. "Something wrong?" she asked, still leaning over, looking slightly concerned. I would have said, "No, but something's very right," if she weren't my stepmother. I should have said, "Yes, you're half-naked," if I weren't mesmerized by the sight in front of me. "No," I whispered. She took her hand off the plate and turned to walk to her seat. I was actually a little disappointed to find that she had panties on underneath that apron. She untied it and draped it over her seat. "Sure? You look a little funny or pale or something." She took a bite of her eggs, twirling her fork in her mouth, almost fellating it. Was this how she ate breakfast? Maybe so. In the two years and change she lived here, we rarely ate a meal together. "Yeah, I'm fine, Mari, it's just...." I trailed off as her tongue gently fondled a strip of bacon she was pushing into her mouth. To my embarrassment, I felt a little swelling in my pants. "Oh, silly me. I forgot about this," she snapped her bra straps and traced her hands down her half-nude body to indicate what she was talking about. "I'm modeling this for a shoot today, and I like to wear what I'm modeling beforehand. It's like practice, you know." I nodded and took a bite of the eggs. I suspected her cooking would be rancid considering that she wasn't expected to do anything here, much less operate a stove, but it was just the opposite. "That's good, I guess. Trying to get back into work again," I said, a token offering of praise. I started shoveling down the eggs and hash browns, trying to distract myself from what was across the table. "I hope so. But I dunno about these. Do you think the bra makes my boobs look funny?" Typical Mari, fishing for compliments. She knew damn well she'd make the photographer cream his pants looking like that. She was a trophy wife, after all. If her life had a job description, it would read "Stand around and look pretty." I looked up from my plate to reassure her that she was as sexy as she knew she was, but when the words failed to make it from brain to tongue. She was making a spectacle of herself across the table from me, caressing her breasts through the black lace of her bra. "It just feels like something's off, like it doesn't fit right." She held her hands beneath the cups and jiggled, making them bounce inside the fabric. I just continued to stare as she reached around her back. Her chest sunk as the clasp opened and she hooked her thumbs through the straps. My erection now pressed into the bottom of the table. "Maybe if I just readjust this –" The bra was hanging from her outstretched arms, just barely covering the parts it was supposed to hide. She stopped and gave a faint grin. "Oh, how rude of me. You probably don't wanna see your stepmother undressing while you're eating breakfast." Maybe if she didn't look like you, Mari. She pulled the undergarment back on and closed the clasp. I cursed silently even though my shame had grown along with the bulge in my pants. "You think it looks okay, though?" Still fishing. "Yes, Mari, you and your boobs look fine." Why had I taken the bait? --- Honestly, I never cared about Mari before that incident, not as a stepmother, not as a member of the household, not even as an object of lust. Okay, so there were a few exceptions. I had made love to her a number of times in my dreams. But that didn't mean anything – just last week I dreamed about Mrs. Grundy, that old crone of a third grade teacher. Well, dreams can't all be good. Then there was the end of sophomore year. My friend-with-benefits had gone back across the country for the summer and I was getting restless without her. I sat in my room clicking through pages upon pages of porn, but I had gotten too used to the real thing. Sliding back from my desk and looking out the window, I saw Mari sunbathing by the pool. I slipped on my trunks and headed out to the pool, just so desperate at that moment to see some skin. There she was, her top undone, her sunglasses perched on her head, and her hair splashed across her pillow. Dad's trophy glittered in the sunlight. Her caramel skin had a natural sheen. Her rear, covered only by a skimpy thong, invited lengthy stares. Leaning on the edge of the pool, stroking myself, I realized what power feminine beauty held. I devoured every inch of her body, distraught by the fact that concentrating on one inch meant I had to ignore all the others. I shot off into the water. My sudden lust for her seemed to leave my body as quickly as my seed had. She had served her purpose. She was back to being a non-entity. That's what Mari was. That's what all of my family was. My biological mother had divorced my father when I was two and went on some kind of humanitarian mission in Africa, never to be heard from again. The subsequent marriage lasted all of my middle school years. Then there was Mari. I was spending most of my time in college by the time she married Dad and she was spending most of her time God knows where. Dad was no different. We spent a lot of time together when I was little, but it seemed as if he had grown bored with having a son after a while. Especially when he opened his first restaurant. That's where the money came from. It took off and there were "Kruppke's" in every county worth driving to in this end of the state. After the crash, he was forced to close some of them, but the chain was still nothing to sneeze at. College widened the rift. He was a businessman through and through. He laughed when I declared an English major. "Didn't you learn that in elementary?" Neither of us cared about it, though. I could tell he was disappointed, but he never pressured me into his business. I just wanted to get through school. Getting to read some decent books and bullshit about them for four years seemed like a pretty good deal. Then he had been diagnosed with some terminal illness whose name I likely couldn't pronounce. Pulmonary something or other. The doctors told him to quit smoking but he didn't care. Both of us made some attempts to spend more time together, purely out of guilt. I can't imagine that time was very enjoyable for either of us. We had nothing in common anymore and we implicitly decided not to impose too much on each other. Last summer he had asked me to go yachting with him for a few weeks. I didn't relish the idea of sitting around on a boat while he screwed Mari senseless, so I skipped out. I was nothing but happy, though, that he dedicated what would be his last few weeks to making merry. --- Mari, that's what all this was about in the first place. She was showing me a side of her that was meant for my father, not me. That modeling agency seemed to take to her rather quickly. And they must have been desperate for a lingerie model – she rarely wore an outer layer around the house anymore. Lacy underwear, teddies, corsets, flimsy negligees. Did wearing suggestive clothing take this much "practice"? Every night brought the same fantasy in different clothing. This morning she came out of the kitchen wearing some gossamer camisole that flirted with complete indecency. I could just make out the silhouettes of her areolae through the fabric. The panties that went with the top revealed that she kept herself well-trimmed. Like all her other outfits, this one wouldn't survive my little fantasy. It was a simple one, very simple. I would wolf down her breakfast while she harangued me about what I thought of her outfit. Okay, that part was real. But then I would stand up and make sure my tented pants were unavoidably visible. And she would say, "Oh, I didn't realize I was turning you on, Denny. If there's anything I can do to help you out..." I'd reply by tearing her camisole from her body. I wanted to taste that caramel skin, but I didn't give a damn about savoring it. I would fling the dishes off the table and put Mari in their place, ripping off her panties so I could penetrate her. She'd make that expression of faux shock, as if she hadn't any idea what effects she was having on me. I'd just press on, too aroused for anything resembling foreplay. Completely animalistic rutting. I'd drive into her, harder and harder until I burst. Then I'd remind her to call me Dennis. I sighed and got up to wipe off my stomach. Unlike the pool incident, my thoughts still centered on her even after I had relieved myself. I couldn't deny any longer the fact that I was lusting after Mari. That week in middle school when I had discovered how to masturbate was probably the last time I had gotten myself off so frequently. I tried to supplant my fantasy with copious amounts of pornography, but I found thinking of her far more satisfying. No, all I had really admitted to myself was that I was lusting after the idea, the concept of Mari, not Mari herself. Mari didn't matter – what did was that there was a beautiful woman parading herself around the house. My situation would be no different had it been any other woman doing this, even one that looked a tenth as good as she did. Do you recall that famous experiment on the news a while back? They took a bunch of kids and locked them in a room with a marshmallow that they weren't allowed to eat. It was inconceivable that not one of them wasn't imagining how it tasted. --- Mari was making herself more visible around the house beyond just a change in attire. She was cooking meals, going out less, taking an interest in me. We had done a commendable job ignoring each other since we met. There was that short period after the wedding where she was struck by the novelty of having a stepson and tried to play mother. "It's okay to call me 'mom,' or 'Mami,' like I call my mother," she had said, seemingly unaware she was talking to an eighteen-year-old. Thankfully, that phase ended rather quickly for her. I had no reason to help her insinuate herself into our lives – this was merely a financial arrangement. Had she become bored without Dad? After two years of avoiding me, she was claiming to make up for lost time, interrogating me about frivolities like my favorite flavor of ice cream. I thought it was rather harmless until this next incident. I sat in one of the living rooms reading Ham on Rye for the second time. I had already finished it a few years ago, but my 20th century lit professor assigned it and I had no qualms about a second time through. "Lilly bent over and ran her tongue along Pete's cock." For a moment, I thought I had gone crazy when a feminine voice had simultaneously spoken the line I was reading. Then a pair of hands grabbed my shoulders. I looked up and saw Mari standing right over me, right behind the couch. "Ooh, reading smutty books, Denny?" "No, it's Bukowski. It's for a class." She walked around the couch and sat next to me. "Suuure it is." She smiled and winked at me. However, I felt no compulsion to defend myself. With an excited look in her eyes, she grabbed my shoulder and said: "Hey, wanna watch a movie?" "Fine," I sighed. Resistance to her efforts to bond at this point would have been even more painful. She was a natural attention-seeker, which made her all the worse when she actually made an effort at being one. She flicked through the choices on pay-per-view, trying to figure out what I liked. There was nothing particularly interesting, so I told her to just pick something. As the opening credits rolled, she asked, "Your twenty-first birthday is in a few months, isn't it?" "Yeah," I replied, impressed that she knew almost as much about me as my driver's license did. "Well, you're old enough, I think. I'm making a drink, want one?" I accepted the offer – anything that would make two hours of a terrible movie and Mari's buddying up easier to bear. She got up and walked out, affording me a few minutes to read my book. When I heard footsteps I threw the book back on the table. She put my rum and coke next to it. The opening credits had flown by and I hadn't even caught the name of the movie. Before long, comets were raining down everywhere on earth and blowing the hell out of landmarks. Mari was quiet, but she leaned her head against my shoulder, occasionally caressing my arm. Whenever something exploded, she started and squeezed my arm tight, pressing her breasts into my side. I took a gulp of my drink. Strong, but all the better for that. Halfway through, the focus seemed to shift from the protagonists surviving Armageddon to surviving contrived romantic sub-plots. Well, actually, it was probably the most realistic disaster movie I had seen. Fuck like rabbits, it's the end of the goddamn world. That's when Mari started her probing. On screen, the lead actress disrobed in preparation for her first sex scene. Mari asked: "Wow, isn't she hot?" I grunted yes. However, as I drank more, my answers to her questions became more detailed. She interrogated me further – Which one do you like best? What's their best feature? Tits or ass? I was growing a bit uncomfortable, but she finally moved on to something slightly less sexual. "Say, are you going out with someone now?" "Yeah, Dina. I go to school with her." All right, I lied about the marshmallow thing – there were really two of them, and Dina was the second. Mari hadn't just replaced porn as my jerking material, she had also replaced Dina in my fantasies. I felt guilty about that on top of everything else. "So, have you..." Mari paused and leaned closer to whisper, "fucked her yet?" "No, we just started going out." At least now she couldn't ask for details. But it was the truth. Dina and I had gone out once a weekend since the semester started a little over a month ago. She wanted to take it slow and I was fine with that. It felt pleasant, a fresh start. Going steady was almost nostalgic. In high school, I thought I was in love but had my heart torn to pieces and unceremoniously stomped on. Freshman year of college is when all the girls break up with their high school boyfriends and start "experimenting," making it a breeding ground for easy one-night stands. I took full advantage of that environment. That was the year Mari moved in, too. It took a little while to get used to having a wet dream walking around the house. But she was a rather unsubtle gold digger. That coupled with the fact that I had easy pickings at college made me indifferent to her, even on the level of pure physical attraction. "You know, you can talk to me about these things, Denny. I'm a girl too – in fact, it's not so long ago that I was old enough to go to college. I didn't grow up fifty years ago." It was impossible to argue that point, however suggestive she made it sound. But I was becoming even more perturbed. She was now cuddling up closer, one arm wrapped around mine, a breast pressing into my side. Her other arm was stroking my hair and the side of my face. "I know I haven't been there much for you, baby, that's why I'm trying to get to know you better." She reclined a bit more, seemingly getting a little tired, nuzzling her head against my neck. Her weight forced me to slouch down, allowing her to put her legs on the couch and wrap an arm around my back to hug my waist. I stared at her laid out half on top of me and thanked god that she was in a tank top and shorts, instead of provocative lingerie. "Instead of" was literally correct in this case – I glanced down at the breast that was not pressed into me – she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipple pushed against the thin red material of her shirt. The way that she leaned against me pulled the material back against her chest so that it clung completely to the curvature of her breast. It begged for me to play with it. Her hands unclasped, one still holding on to my waist and the other finding its way down my hip to my thigh. The one on my thigh drifted up and down. A lump formed in my throat. The alcohol had kept me down through Mari's stroking and pillow talk, but now it turned on me. Wrapped around me, Mari looked absolutely mouthwatering. Pressure built in my pants while her hand moved ever closer to my crotch. I struggled against my urges. Staying soft was becoming a battle of attrition as lewd thoughts coursed through my head. I had already been enjoying the feeling of one breast against me – why not enjoy the second one? Would that be so wrong? Maybe if we just started by kissing? Or if I make her hand "accidentally" slip onto my growing hardness? "I just wanted to tell you I was sorry," she said. Her eyelids seemed to grow heavier and the smell of booze wafted from her mouth. That fortunately managed to derail my train of thought. I felt shamed. This all looked rather sexual from my perspective, but maybe it was just an innocent embrace from Mari's. It was the principle of in vino veritas. Perhaps she did have some remorse and the alcohol had brought that out, but she just had a little too much and got touchy-feely without realizing it. And here I was, getting sexually aroused and devising plans to feel her up while she was trying to make an honest apology. "It's okay, Mari," I broke the long silence I had maintained since she asked about Dina. I felt relieved. She had probably been waiting to hear that since she had started sucking up to me. Now she had been absolved and all this could end. No, not all of it. Mari still had me captive. The tension in my pants caused by my now full erection created little creases to run along the crotch and thighs. Her fingertips had caught against one and began to explore it, threatening to cross the boundary from my thigh to the base of my cock. Her head began to lift from my chest. She would no doubt see my arousal if I didn't act fast. I sat her straight up so that I could hug her, her chin resting on my shoulder. "It's okay, Mari!" I repeated breathlessly. "I'm so glad, baby," she replied, rubbing my back. Just in time, I thought, but this solution was only temporary. Her breasts were squished right into my chest. On top of that, her tiny shorts had ridden down enough so that I could see the tops of her cheeks, which were free of cover from panties. I had to get to the bathroom. "Hate to end the touching moment, but I really have to take a piss," I said, patting her head and tousling her hair so that it fell into her eyes. I jumped up from the couch, hoping my plan had worked. Bursting into the nearest bathroom, I shucked my pants and boxers. The second I started stroking, Fantasy Mari returned and I was back on the couch with her. "Oh, Denny! I told you I love you, but not in that way!" she screamed as I made ribbons of her clothes. Her protests were mixed with moans of pleasure as I thrust into her. It hadn't even been a minute, but I was ready to release. "No, Denny, not inside!" yelled Mari. That pushed me over the edge. I lost control and my hips bucked wildly, causing me to miss the bowl and squirt all over the toilet tank. As I wiped the tank down, a little voice inside kept telling me I was an asshole. A Tarnished Trophy Ch. 01 --- I made a roundabout from the bathroom to the kitchen, needing a breather. A snack wouldn't hurt either. I passed the liquor cabinet on my way to the fridge and stopped. A snack and a drink, that was what I needed. I filled a glass with ice, poured some scotch into it, then downed the whole thing while I reheated a slice of pizza. Dad usually had the cook or the maid root out my leftovers – "No reason for that when we've got a cook." Now I got away with sticking whatever I wanted in the fridge. Pizza needs red pepper. I rooted through the spice rack. Where was the little bugger? Lower, lower, until I hit the bottom of the rack and finally found it next to the – I performed a double-take in the most literal sense. The pepper sat next to a row of all sorts of herbal aphrodisiacs. I picked a few up and looked. "For increased male libido," what in the hell? I put the elements together – Mari, lingerie, sucking up to me, cooking food, aphrodisiacs – rather slowly. I'm not so quick on my feet when I'm drunk, all right? The realization took another few seconds to work its way downward, but it created an instant hard-on when it did. My head flooded with so many questions, and then images of Mari. The only cure was another shot of scotch. I downed it and chucked the pizza, too unsettled to eat. I couldn't deal with this tonight. I walked back to the living room. The movie was still going somehow. How could all of this have happened in less than two hours? "Um, I'm not feeling so good. I'm gonna head up to bed," I announced. "It's almost over, honey. Why don't you come sit by me?" Mari patted the couch. Now that I had discovered her secret, even this seemingly innocent gesture looked like an invitation into a world of vice. "No, that's okay, it's almost my bedtime anyway." "If you say so," she said, giving up. She had no choice as I had already started towards the stairs. --- One thing that made me feel better about all this was knowing that my growing libido was all Mari's fault. Lingerie and aphrodisiacs, her weapons of choice. Fantasy Mari got her own makeover. She would break into my room, drop her negligee, and jump on top of me. "No, this is crazy!" I would yell as she forced herself on me. "Mami needs you!" she would cry, occasionally giving me a little slap if I protested too much. Well, if that actually happened, I had no accountability, eh? But I sat in bed, wiping myself off from my recent exploits with Fantasy Mari, wondering about what would happen. It was a sticky situation up and down. On one hand, there were a number of points in favor. One, she had made a good point. She was barely eleven years older than me, not even removed from my own generation. Two, was she even really my guardian in any sense? Her marriage to Dad was the only reason she had come into that role. Now that he was gone, was there any reason for her to keep playing stepmother? I was a legal adult who was about to inherit a princely sum, I didn't need her. Mari and I were practically strangers. Three, she would probably be the most amazing fuck I'd ever experience. On the other, I thought, I was rationalizing this far too much. The defense made its rebuttal: What about Dina? She's supposed to be a fresh start, you don't want to cheat on her. You still have to live with her for almost two more years until you get your money. Imagine how awkward this situation could become. Finally, why does she want to sleep with you at all? It's rather unlikely to be that she just can't resist your charming smile. Something was up here, but I wasn't sure I wanted to know what. --- Time for a change in the plan of attack. New rules: Number one, do not give in until the enemy's motivations are discovered. Number two, stay stone-faced through all assaults. Those are your instructions, soldier, live by them and die by them. I walked downstairs and gritted my teeth. Any act of seduction would be ignored. Attempts at sexiness were not to be recognized. There would not be any surrender. It was resolved – I had to dig up the dirt on Mari before things went any further. When I reached the dining room, Mari was just marching in with breakfast. Today, she wore a full apron instead of her usual half apron. I wondered why until she walked over to me. "Perfect timing for breakfast, honey," she said, putting a plate in front of me while I sat down. She spun around to head back to the kitchen. As she did, I glimpsed the sides of her breasts, bare and pushing the apron outward. And when she walked away, she sashayed, her entire backside covered only by the tie of the apron and a thong that looked to be made only of two interconnected strings. I realized that the plan was going to be tougher to follow than I thought. She returned from the kitchen with a plateful of fruit for herself. Setting it down on the table, she took a knife and started cutting up an orange. The movement of her arms caused her unrestrained tits to bounce, making her apron billow out with their movement. All I could do was stare. I had forgotten there was food in front of me. I wanted to grill her about this blatant attempt at seduction. What, is today the butt floss shoot? Wearing a top under that apron would throw off your pose? But I had to keep my mouth shut. I wanted to make her think that I was too afraid to do anything. When the fruit was all neatly diced, she put the knife down and reached around to her back. No, she wouldn't. The apron ties fell to her sides. She proved me wrong, pulling the neckband from over her head and draping the apron over her chair. I had never seen Mari's breasts in their entirety. A bit of drool dribbled from the corner of my mouth. I didn't even bother trying to hold back, I just let myself go full mast. I glanced down at my breakfast. What's on the menu for today? Laced eggs, laced sausage, and laced toast no doubt. I was famished – one more day on top of the two-and-a-half weeks I had been fed aphrodisiacs couldn't do much more harm, so I took a few bites. Tomorrow I'd start eating my own food. The two of us ate in silence as my dick cried for attention under the table. --- After rubbing out a quick one in the bathroom (something that had become a ritual by now), I went back downstairs to get my book. It wasn't on the table. Maybe Mari had put by one of the bookshelves or something. I went to explore one of the shelves upstairs after not finding it downstairs. As I passed by the master bedroom, I decided to do some snooping around. I don't know what I expected to find in there. Maybe a journal with "My Big Bad Evil Secrets by Marisol Valenzuela-Kruppke" written on the front? I did find my copy of Ham on Rye sitting on her nightstand, though. Aw, how adorable. She was going to try to seduce me with my own taste in literature. Either that, or she actually did think I was reading a porno and wanted it for herself. Nope, it was the former, surprisingly. When I picked up the book, a few pages of Cliff's Notes print-outs fluttered out from its pages. Book in hand, I looked around for anything that might have held Mari's secrets. Her laptop sat on an end table in one corner of the room. I opened it – of course, password protected. I tried a few simple ones, nothing. I rummaged through a few drawers and the closet for a few minutes. Just clothes, shoes. I looked in my father's empty bureau. In one drawer, there was a dish towel all the way in the back that looked as if something were wrapped in it. I reached in and unfolded the towel. A VHS tape fell out. The thing looked fairly well beaten up. The label read "--perty of Carmen Gonazal--" It had been played so much even the sides of the label were torn off. It was nearly time for class, so I held the tape behind my book and headed for the stairs. I froze for a moment when I saw Mari walking up the stairs. Still, the only thing keeping her from being bare naked was that little patch of fabric and the few inches of string that held it up. Her chest heaved enticingly each time she made it up a step. "Just borrowed my book back, Mari." "Okay." I decided to have a little fun before I left. "So, did you get very far? What did you think?" "Oh, uh, it's, uh...an interesting take on the, uh, traditional coming of age tale. Yeah, that Harry, uh, Chimpsky guy, quite a character." I smiled. I wasn't about to have a book club discussion with a topless model on the stairway, so I just said: "Yeah, time for class, see ya later." --- I dusted off an old VCR from the attic and hooked it up to my TV. Time to find out who Carmen Gonzales was, or that she had taped five episodes of Law & Order and thought it was important enough to put her name on it. Nothing but fuzz and distorted images that couldn't be made out. I fast-forwarded through the whole thing. Still nothing. Disappointed, I put the tape and the VCR back. I had dinner with Dina that night. It was a good way to avoid eating whatever Mari was cooking up. It was also one of the few occasions she had free time on a weeknight. Dina's approach to college life was the exact opposite of my own. She was one of those pretty young things that wanted to change the world and that a joie-de-vivre scolaire, if you will, was the first step toward that goal. She was the embodiment of a valedictorian's commencement speech. And that meant she was in so many campus organizations that her calendar was probably as full as the president's. Ask her how her day went, and she was the type that would make you feel bad about yourself after you walked away, thinking about what a lazy bastard you were. But Dina had the opposite effect on me. Maybe it was a vicarious thing. Even if I didn't care about 4.0s and student senate, those things made her feel accomplished. After hanging out with the jaded sorostitute crowd for so long, someone whose goals included more than drinking and fucking was an exotic attraction. The car was parked in front of her dorm and I stared at her sitting in the passenger's seat. She reached in for the goodnight kiss. We embraced as our lips touched. Just holding her sent a warmth through my body that I hadn't felt since high school. She was still an attractive girl, though. I could feel the cocktail of aphrodisiacs coursing through my veins, turning that warmth into lust. My tongue shot out and her innocent peck on my lips became a French kiss. She moaned, caught off guard, but accepted me into her mouth. Blood instantaneously rushed into my member, carrying Mari's potions with it. Both to my surprise and delight, Dina stoked my lust, drawing my tongue all the way into her mouth. Her tongue danced around mine, her mouth seemed to be pulling it ever further in despite the fact that it was as far as it could go. I had never imagined she would, or could, kiss like this. I took this as a signal that she wanted more, sliding my hand from her back around to the hem of her shirt. I slipped my fingertips underneath and lifted, but she slapped my hand away. Our kiss never broke, though, and she moaned into my mouth. Hoping she was feigning modesty, I made a second attempt. I ran my palm downwards, brushing her crotch for a split second. I felt heat. My hand moved up toward the button of her jeans and popped it open. I poked my fingertips into the waistband and ran them down over the cotton of her panties. Naturally, the heat was even stronger against my hand now. I gave her pussy a rub through the cotton. She gasped and panted. A second stroke. Then she broke the kiss and said, "No, Dennis. Not here." But I couldn't help myself and my fingers kept working. "Uhh, Dennis!" She pulled my hand from her pants. God, so close, and I was so worked up. I grabbed her and kissed her on the neck. She gripped my shoulders and tore me away, shaking me. "Dennis!" My sense of decency returned to me. Guilt pummeled my mind for that excruciating moment that she stared me down and held me in place by my shoulders. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry, Dina. I just got carried away. I've been, uh, a little pent up recently." "No, it's okay, I understand," she smiled. "It's just-- it's not like I'm a prude, you know. It's just been a while because of that asshole," that was how she referred to her ex-boyfriend, "and I want everything to go just right." I nodded. "Maybe another time," she said and pecked me on the cheek. She zipped her pants and got out of the car, leaving me alone with my raging erection. I was so close that it felt unfair, but what was I going to say? "Hey, my stepmother's been feeding me some all-natural Viagra and cock teasing me for the last few weeks, can you just give me a handy?" But I brightened up – Mari had gotten me horny enough so that I had finally stopped worrying about offending Dina and made a move. Now I knew she wanted me, and I had Mari to thank for it. Hurrah for unintended consequences I thought as I sped home. The swelling still hadn't gone down by the time I got home, so I had to tuck myself up in case Mari was around. I walked through the front hall into the living room to get to the steps. Mari sat on the couch in a frilly pink outfit of just a nightie and panties. My dick gave a jolt at the sight. "Hey, honey, I missed you today!" she said. "I'm watching a movie, wanna come sit with me?" No, not this again. I shuffled closer, cautious. She just sat, her hand rubbing the couch like last night. I knew what hid beneath that inviting look. Then I heard the television begin to sing. Dee de de de de de di dee de de dee... And here's to you Mrs. Robinson.... Couldn't be, I thought. I couldn't see the television from where I was standing, so I moved closer to Mari. And there was Dustin Hoffman running across the screen. "Come on, Denny," Mari implored, rubbing the couch more vigorously. "Oh no, Mrs. Robinson, oh no!" I yelled, not even realizing what I had called her. I dashed up the stairs, locked my door, disrobed, and flicked off the light. God, she was going to take me right there, wasn't she? She had to be planning that. I was sweating, my heart racing. I wrapped my hand around my still erect penis. This'll calm me down, I thought. Dina appeared on top of me instead of Mari, to my relief. "I know you've been waiting for this," she said and took me in her mouth. I thought too soon – Mari burst through the door in nothing but her apron. "Baby! How could you do this to me, you cheating bastard?" "What?! She's my girlfriend!" Mari ignored me and wrenched Dina from my body. "What are you doing, bitch?" Dina hollered in confusion. The two struggled on the floor, shouting obscenities. Mari's apron fell off. There are two beautiful, naked women wrestling over me on my bedroom floor, what to do? I think most men considered this erotic, but they probably weren't fantasizing their temptress stepmother slapping the shit out their girlfriend. I tried to pull them apart, but I got kicked and clawed. I was back in my bed, holding my deflated penis. I can't recall a sapphic fantasy ever killing my boner, and so quickly. --- Thud. Was that a knock at my door? What time was it? Fuck, 4:10? It's too early for this shit. I threw off my sheets, slipped on a pair of boxers, and opened the door. Just a lamp. It must have fallen over and hit my door. I put it back in its place. I went to my bathroom to take a piss and walked back into the hallway. Just as I was going to go back to my room, I heard something that sounded like grunting. I walked a little farther down the hall. Another low-pitched grunt. It sounded like Marisol's voice, like she was struggling or fighting. The lamp, the grunting. Was somebody in the house? I ran back to my room and grabbed the nearest blunt object. A table lamp. Hollywood taught me that bats were ideal for this situation, but I never played baseball. I tip-toed down the hall toward the master bedroom. Then I heard high-pitched squeals mixed in with the grunts. Of course, she's probably banging some guy from her modeling agency in there. I crept forward just to make sure nothing dangerous was happening. The door to the bedroom was open. "Uh! Oh yeah!" Mari cried. I lowered the lamp and sighed in relief. Curiosity got the best of me and I looked into the room. It was dark but Mari's silhouette was visible in the moonlight. She was alone. One arm jerked up and down while the other rubbed her chest. This was another thing that I had never had the privilege to see. My member expanded and strained against my boxers. I looked down at the tent and silently scolded it – "You're not helping with this whole plan of staying faithful to Dina." My id seemed to say "It's not about what you want, it's about what I want." All right, I'd throw him a bone and we'd move on. Jerking to Mari jerking wasn't cheating anymore than jerking to her in my fantasies. I slipped my hand into my boxers and told myself, "This is the closest you can get to the real thing." It only took a minute or so for my member to coat itself in pre-cum to the point that it felt as if I had poured a bottle of K-Y on the thing. Damn, all that laced food was really having an effect. What Mari had done disturbed me to some degree. I was a young guy, my prick misbehaved enough on its own. Having her in control of my libido, making it flare up on her command, was a scary thought. This situation was proof positive that Mari could have taken me if she jumped on the opportunity. The moaning stopped and a light flicked on. It was just a tiny lamp on her nightstand, not strong enough to illuminate the room. I moved back just in case, just poking my head around the corner so I could continue spying. With the light on, I could see her in all her glory, making my dick pulsate in my grip. She lifted up the mattress and reached underneath it. My dick jumped at the sight of her wielding a shiny phallic object. She got back on the bed and spread her legs, teasing her opening with the dildo. Seeing her expression, her jaw slack and her eyelids fluttering, was incredible. One of the most erotic things in the world, for me, is the expression on a woman's face when she orgasms. Just knowing I would see Mari's face in that state soon had me close to cumming. Then she said something that made my heart skip: "Oh, Denny, it's so big." Did she "Denny?" Was she imagining that it was my cock? She thrust the dildo in. "Yeah, stick it in me, Denny! I need it so bad." Holy hell, she really did want me. I had to stop stroking to keep myself from blowing my load. I ran through the situation in my head. Will the attorney for the prosecution please rise and present the new evidence. First part's done, I thought wryly. But here I was, boiling with arousal, right in front of Mari, jerking off to her. And there she was, in the same state and no doubt willing to fuck my brains out. All I had to do was show myself and she'd probably pin me to the bed and ride me 'til sunrise. "Oh, Denny, fuck me!" Why shouldn't I obey? Maybe I could compromise. I'd get laid first, then figure out what Mari was up to. Dina would never find out. I'd do it just this once and that's it. Just one time. "Yes! That's it!" she yelled. She was violently penetrating herself with the dildo while fingering her clitoris. Her hips lifted up and she arched her back, then fell down on the bed. She repeated this every half minute or so. I moved further into the doorway, getting ready to make my approach. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I was genuinely scared. This is wrong, this is so wrong, I kept thinking. Maybe if I just get myself off, I can walk away. But I my body seemed to be moving itself into the bedroom. She started whispering: "Wanna cum, baby? We'll do it together. I want you to cum in Mami's pussy, just shoot everything in her. Ready?" Her hips lifted once again. A Tarnished Trophy Ch. 01 Shit, I had missed my chance! I guess that was a good thing. I ducked back into the hall. Fuck, I did want us to cum together. I stuffed my hand back into my boxers and stroked as hard as I could. "I'm cumming!" she wailed. There it was, what I had been waiting for. Her eyes rolled back and then closed. Her mouth was agape, releasing a sound of pure ecstasy, as her hips writhed around the dildo. I stifled myself as I soaked my boxers. My whole body spasmed and I released wave after wave, some of it starting to drip down my legs already. "That's it, baby, you were so good," she said, sitting up. The final spurt of my orgasm had a bit of a kick to it, and I stepped back to keep my balance. Then I heard a clunk. In my excitement, I had knocked over the lamp. Fuck! I had to tip-toe away as fast as possible. I heard "Huh? Whazzat?" come from behind me. The hall light clicked on. Fortunately, I had made it to my end of the hall near my bathroom. "Hey, baby. Did you make a noise or something?" she asked. Goddammit, Mari. I chanted in my head "Please, please go back to bed." I covered the huge stain on the front of my boxers with my hands, hoping I didn't look too ridiculous, and turned around. "Nope, I was just going to the bathroom." I said. "Okay, 'cause I thought I heard something and--" I felt that string of cum working its way down my leg, out my boxers and toward my knee. Time for the saving throw: "Uh, Mari, kinda awkward. I'm not dressed, you're not dressed." "Oh, sorry!" She clapped her hands over her breasts and her bush, as if she had any modesty left to protect. "You're right, honey. I didn't even realize...anyway, 'night." --- "Come on, I made this nice breakfast for you. You must be hungry," said Mari, chopping her fruit. Silence. "Go on, eat." Reluctantly, I stabbed my fork through the eggs until it made a loud clank against the plate. I scooped up a tiny portion and stuffed it in my mouth, holding it in on top of my tongue and in between my teeth while I pretended to chew. "So, what were you up to, out so late last night?" I continued grinding my teeth, ignoring her. "Hello? Anyone there?" "With Dina," I answered, figuring that couldn't give her too much ammunition. "Ooh, Dina. You never told me about her. Is she nice and pretty?" Back to teeth grinding. I knew if I answered the next question would be about our sex life. "What's going on with you? Why don't you talk?" Mari stepped back from the cutting board and walked over to stand behind me. Her hands clamped around my shoulders, massaging them with force. "Come on, you can talk to me, baby. Is something wrong? Something must be wrong," she said, rubbing her thumbs against my back. "Is it me? Is it Dina?" She leaned down and sit her head on my shoulder, her breasts pressing into my back. "Just talk to me. I don't understand why you can't do that. Just tell me what's wrong." Her hands crept over my chest and massaged it. Mari was overdressed today, wearing her full apron over lacy black panties and a matching garter and set of stockings. Having to watch her walk around in that had already got me started, and now she was groping me and rubbing herself against me. I had to slouch down to hide my growing problem under the table. She kept repeating herself, she just wouldn't let up until I said something. God, I just couldn't take this anymore. My plan was put to rest. "You're trying to seduce me," I bellowed and slammed my fists on the table. Mari jumped back and gasped. "Baby, is that what this is all about? You...you think I'm trying to seduce you?" I sat, stoic, not even turning to face her. Finally, she said, "Look at me, we need to talk." When I didn't respond, she pulled my chair out and turned me around. At least my nerves had calmed the swelling downstairs. "Now why would you think something completely crazy like that?" I guess it was time to let everything come out. "Okay, first of all, the reason that lamp was by your door was because I thought someone broke in last night and I was gonna smash his face in with it. Then I caught you, uh, pleasing yourself in the bedroom. And you said stuff like "Fuck me, Denny!" and "Cum in Mami's pussy!" Mari's hands rose to her face and covered her mouth. She blushed. "This is so embarrassing, baby. I didn't know you saw that." She paused. "Okay, so there is this guy I've been seeing recently and, I guess you can tell, I really like him. His name is Danny. I said Danny, not Denny. And I said Mari, like my name, mah-ree-sol. Not Mami. Just one letter difference, honey. Look, I'll show you." She walked over to the table, picked up her cell phone, and dialed a number. She came back to me and showed me the screen. "Now calling...Danny." "No, you don't--" "No, we're gonna call him and get this all straightened out." She pushed the phone to her ear. "Hey, Danny, yeah hi. I just wanted you to talk to my stepson for a second. Yeah, you'll see, here he is." She pressed the phone against my ear. I said, "No, really, you--" "Hello?" "Yeah, hello." "Is this, uh, whats-your-name, Donny?" "Denny." "Yeah, this is Danny. You wanted to talk to me about something?" "No, there's just been a big misunderstanding here, sir. Nothing really." "Uh, all right then. Maybe I'll stop by soon for dinner or something." "Yeah, sure. 'Kay, bye." "See ya." He hung up. Mari closed the phone. "But...but, wait. What about all the lingerie and the aphrodisiacs?" "Oh, you saw those. Funny story. Danny has a couple of dogs and he wanted me to keep them for a while he moves to a different house. He's trying to get them to breed so he sent over all those pills to try to help out the little guy. He said to try everything. I don't think most of 'em are doing any good, but whatever works." "Dogs? But there are no--" "Yeah, Danny dropped them off this morning. Look here's Terry." Mari made a kissing sound with her mouth and said "C'mere." A Scottish terrier appeared in the doorway and ran toward Mari. I was silent, stunned by the whole thing. "Oh, you thought I was...you thought I was putting that stuff in your food?" She laughed. "That's pretty crazy, pretty funny too. And, honey, I told you about the lingerie. That's what the photographers wanted me to do. When I did shoots before I moved in here, I used to live in my own apartment. I always walked around in what I was going to wear that day, just habit. I just keep forgetting that you're around the house – I don't even realize what I'm wearing when I do it. I understand that I've been wearing some pretty racy stuff, but if it makes you uncomfortable, if anything I do makes make you uncomfortable, just tell me and I'll fix it." It was my turn to blush. There was...a reasonable explanation for everything? That was it? This whole incident wrapped up like sitcom episode. One of those ones where the main character overhears all the wrong words and thinks his friends are conspiring to kill him. It was a major embarrassment, no doubt, but still a huge relief. I apologized over and over, but Mari just hugged me and said, "It's okay, Denny," and laughed. --- "Why don't you take the dogs for a walk before you go to class?" Mari told me. Sure, fine, whatever. She had gone off for her shoot, leaving me with those little symbols of my embarrassment. Some of the eggs from breakfast still sat on my plate, which was on the counter. I looked over at Terry and raised an eyebrow. Then I took the eggs and scraped them into his dog dish. "Here boy, come eat," I called. The dog sauntered over and peered into his bowl. He started chomping on the eggs. "Good boy, eat up...ya little fucker." I went to pick up the leashes from the dining room where Mari had left them for me. When I got back to the kitchen and bent down to leash Terry, he jumped up and humped my leg. --- A Tarnished Trophy Ch. 02 Mari walked into the living room, wearing jeans and a blouse. "You're dressed up today," I observed. "Blue balls." "What?" I asked. "Blue balls." Mari repeated. "That's your problem." "What are you talking about?" "Blue balls. When a guy is hard, but he doesn't get to cum. The blood gets trapped in his penis, his balls get blue, and they start to hurt." She sat down next to me. "Yeah?" "That's your problem. You said you haven't had sex with Dina, right?" "Yeah." "What have you done, anything?" "We made out." "There you go. You're not getting any, but you are close to it. That's what gives you blue balls. So you've had sex on the brain. And that's why you came up with this whole thing about me trying to seduce you." "Yeah, I guess you're right." I was trying to brush her off. Now that things were all patched up, she seemed to think that intimate details were fine to share. I didn't look forward to having a regular gossip hour. But she did have a point here -- my response wasn't a flippant lie. "I have to apologize again, because I know that I haven't exactly been helping with how I dress." "No, it's--" "You don't have to lie, honey. I know about these things. You're a boy, you're at the point in your life where sex is always on your mind. I know I'm an attractive woman. It's natural that I might, you know, get you going a bit sometimes. But you seem to have been thinking about me a lot recently," she walked toward my chair. "Now, I need to know, does Denny have a little something for his Mami, hmm? A little crush, maybe?" "Mari, no. That's...that's just weird. I don't feel anything like that. You're my stepmother for--" "Shh," she put her fingers to her lips. "I want an honest answer, and I know how to get it." She pulled her shirt over her head. "What are you doing, Mari?!" She unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped them, and said, "I know that if you, Denny, say you don't feel anything like that, then you are not attracted to me. And if that's true, you won't enjoy this." "Uh, I gotta go, Mari, I really gotta--" She slapped her hands down on my shoulders. "You," she emphasized, "don't gotta go anywhere. You are just afraid of me. You are afraid of your attraction to me." She shimmied out of her jeans and then sat on my knees. "Now, Denny, do you like this?" she asked. How could I not? She was sitting on the edge of my lap, clad only in her bra and panties. I had no idea how to respond, so I reverted to my earlier strategy of "do nothing." She slid forward a little more, cupping her breasts and waving them under my nose. "Does this turn you on, Denny?" Was it wrong that I was getting hard? I'm sure any straight, red-blooded male would have the same reaction. Right or wrong, I had to fight my body. I had no idea what she was up to, but if I showed that I wanted her in any way, I knew she would use it against me somehow. "Huh, Denny? Do you think your stepmommy is hot?" She moved closer, rubbing her hands over my stomach. God, there was no way she could believe I wouldn't be aroused by this. And there was no way I could keep myself from getting aroused. My pants were now obviously tenting out. "Why don't I ask someone who always tells the truth?" Her hands moved down from my stomach toward my crotch. This was just getting weird now. "I see someone likes what he sees." Her thumbs pressed into my thighs, bumping against the base of my erection. "Now what are we going to do about this, hmm?" She encircled the bulge in my pants with her hands so that it stuck out between them. What was she asking me to do? "What I mean is, what I wanna know, is whose fault this..." emphasizing the last word, she pushed her hands together so that my erection stood out even more, "is. Is it my fault or is it Dina's fault? Are you all hot and bothered because you can't get any from her or is it all because of little old me?" "It's my fault, Mari," I said, relieved I could come up with a clever answer for that one. "My fault, it's just that I—" It's just that I didn't know where to go from there. Her thumbs were pressing into my balls and her index fingers were hooked around the root of my shaft. My heart was racing faster, and the her grip constricted my member so that I could feel every beat in my chest and in my lap. "You were masturbating in the hall last night, weren't you?" My muscles were beginning to twitch involuntarily and I throbbed in her hands, so much so that it was obvious even through my pants. Her eyes got fiery, "You were watching me, weren't you?" "N-no...I wasn't." Strong case there, buddy. God, I was fucked. My body wasn't lending any help to my cause either. I was twitching so bad now that it looked as if I had a wild animal trying to burst from my pants that had been caught between Mari's hands. "Yes you were. You were acting all funny in the hall. And then today I saw some of your clothes laying out in your room, so I went to put them in the maid's hamper, and what did I find? That pair of boxers you wore, with big white stains across the front." Nailed. No use to continue denying it, so I kept clammed up. "Nothing to say to that?" she asked. "I think you need to admit your problem to me, so we can help fix it." Her thumbs began to move in circles, rubbing my testicles. "What problem is that?" I asked. "Simple. You want to fuck me," she said. "Now you need to admit that, to me and to yourself." The tone of her voice sounded as if she were initiating therapy for my perceived Oedipal Complex. Or pseudo-Oedipal, I should say. This was the breaking point, though. I had lost all my ground save for an inch -- my original plan failed, my suspicion of her attempt at seduction was all a misconception, and now she had rooted out the fact that I was lusting after her. But if I admitted that I wanted Mari, I was hers. I had to hold on to that last inch or perish. Her hands finally broke the diamond pattern they had been holding around my bulge for so long. Instead, they moved upward to wrap around the shaft proper. I gulped as her fingers interwove and locked around my member, her thumbs coming to rest on top of the head. Her hands kept the thing from jerking about as it had been. Now I was simply pulsating in her grip, unsure of why she was doing this but secretly hoping it would go further. "Repeat after me and say: 'Mami, I want to fuck you.'" That same feeling returned, the one from last night when I had nearly crept into Mari's bedroom and taken her. I was burning, sweat dripping from my chin, hands shaking. I should get out of here, I should run. I put my hands on her shoulders, ready to push. "Denny, I will be very angry if you try to push me away." She didn't sound angry, rather disappointed in what I was about to do. I don't think "I will be very angry" had ever deterred me before, but now I stopped dead in my tracks. Mari had been so understanding about all my recent faux pas. I felt as if I owed her somehow, as if something made me want to please her. She was helping that feeling along -- her hands were still, but her thumbs squeezed and caressed my head through my pants. My hands went limp and slipped off her shoulders, down her arms, and back to my sides. Just that brief touch felt amazing, and I wished, for a second, to go back and repeat that moment again. I craved that caramel skin, beginning to glisten with sweat. Oh, I needed release in so many ways. Need, guilt, shame, frustration -- I had to have release from them. "That's a boy," said Mari. "Now, you know it, and I know it. It's not a big secret anymore, so admit it. Say it." Release! She was offering it to me -- if I lost that last inch of ground, I didn't need to fight any more. What was the sense in denying something we both knew to be true? "Say: 'Mami'...." "Mari--" "No, 'Mami,'" she corrected. Her hands moved for the first time since she had grabbed my shaft. They moved up and then down again in a gradual stroke, as if I were fucking her palms, and they stopped when her thumbs pressed against my head once again. "Mami," I said, panting from the stimulation. It was the first time I had called her that. I knew Mari was trying to play the maternal role, but it felt condescending when she referred to herself like that. And it felt, no it was, infantilizing to call her that. "I," she repeated that stroking motion she had made on the last word. "I." "Want," and again. "Want." "To." "To." She was late this time, but stroked again even harder. The motion squeezed a drop of precum from my head. Then, my prick spasmed. It felt like a mini-orgasm, and I released a stream of precum, enough to go through my boxers and make a small wet circle on my pants. I yelped in pleasure. "Fuck," another stroke. "F-f-f-uh." I failed to finish the word not because I didn't want to, but because I had just realized how close to the edge I was, preoccupied with preserving some of my dignity. If she had kept a constant tempo with her hands, I probably would have shot into my pants. That would be a public relations disaster -- not only was I already the lecherous stepson, but I'd be the horny little schoolboy with a hair trigger as well. I tried again. "F-uh-f-uh...fuck." "You." A final stroke. "Y-you." I sighed and leaned back into my chair, head pointed skyward. "There, now doesn't that feel better? Now we can work on helping you." She released my bulge. "Helping me?" My chest was heaving, my brain had shut down for the moment. It felt like finishing a marathon run. Strange similarity, I guess. "You have to help me help you, Denny. You know I'm a very sexual person, comfortable with my body. You have to remind me when I'm out of line. I told you this already, you have to speak up if I make you uncomfortable. But I'll try harder too, okay. No more lingerie, I promise. That should help you stop thinking about me." "Oh-okay, Mari." "Good. Now what I can't help is Dina giving you blue balls. That makes you think about fucking everything, including me. And If you can't get your mind off me, I can try to come up with a way to help, maybe offer some..." She bent toward me and whispered in my ear, "Relief." Her hands pinched my head and formed that diamond shape again to outline my bulge. That brief little touch had set my body off. My hips jerked and my muscles clenched. My cock was clearly pulsing through my pants as I tried to hold back. Nothing for a few seconds -- I thought I had won. Then I felt fluid escape from my head despite my efforts. The tiny dark circle on my pants expanded. "Oh my goodness. Are you cumming in your pants?" "No, no," I said in both disbelief and denial. In a way, I wasn't lying. The only stimulation I was getting was the light pressure from Mari holding my pants taut around my member. The feeling was barely orgasmic, more like taking a good piss. The circle continued to spread, nearing Mari's hands. The little spurts came to a stop, but my erection remained. Had I cum without having an orgasm? "Yes, you are. Look at that. I didn't even touch it and you came. This is worse than I thought. You really need some relief. Here, I'll show you what I mean," My heart stopped for a second when she got up from the chair. "Stay here, I'll be right back." She walked up the stairs. Relief? Was she going to fuck me right there? If so, why hadn't she done it already? I rubbed my eyes and glanced at my watch. Shit! 6:46, on a Friday. I was supposed to be picking up Dina soon. This was my chance to escape. Dina would be good for me. Maybe she would want to fuck tonight. I would be able to get Mari out of my head for a while. Leaping up from the chair, I noticed how bad the situation had gotten down there, my pants distended with wet spots strewn across the crotch. No time, no time. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed some paper towels. Those would have to do. --- Damn, the boulevard was all backed up and I was stuck on it. My cellphone vibrated in my pocket. Hmm, Dina usually doesn't call me if I'm a little late. I grabbed it and saw the name on the screen: "Marisol." Fuck. I turned the phone off. Mari was going to have my head tomorrow, possibly in more ways than one. How had she become such a crazy bitch in a month or so? Calm down, I told myself. That whole seduction conspiracy was just that. But now she was going to give me relief? What the hell did that mean? Was she gonna wank me off whenever I got a boner? Was she gonna hire a hooker for me? Actually, "relief" sounded fun. Except that I felt the need to be chaste, just for Dina. Had it been any other girl I knew, I wouldn't have felt guilty if I lapsed. Oh Dina, why did we have to meet at the worst time? Goddamned stoplight! It was red again, and I wasn't even close to the intersection. I was still aroused, though, and sitting there doing nothing was making my mind drift. Specifically, back into my imaginary bedroom with the fantasy girls. This time, Mari was embracing me from behind, caressing me all the way down my torso until she hit the enormous bulge in my pants. "Oh no, honey, is that cockteasing bitch Dina giving you blue balls again?" She squeezed the protrusion. "That's why I'm here -- you just wanna fuck everything because of your blue balls. Good thing I can give you what you need -- some relief." She unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick. "Oh yeah, cure my blue balls, Mami, gimme some relief," I said as she started stroking. The door flew open and Dina stomped in. Mari and I froze. "What's going on here?" she yelled. Mari resumed her stroking. "I'm giving this boy what he needs, tease," she said with spite. "Get your hands off my boyfriend, bitch!" Dina slapped Mari's hand away from my cock. "You know what? I think Miss Ice Queen over here just needs her panties melted." Mari let me go and faced Dina. Staring at her for a moment, she pushed Dina to the ground. "What are you doing?!" Mari tore Dina's shirt open and buttons flew everywhere. She forced her tongue down Dina's throat while tearing her skirt open. Dina let out a muffled cry, her eyes peeled wide open in shock. When the kiss finally broke, Dina protested: "No, stop! I'm not that kind of girl!" "You will be, and more, when I'm through with you," said Mari. She tore Dina's panties off and jammed her fingers into my girlfriend's snatch. Dina struggled, but couldn't stop Mari's fingering, fondling, and kissing. Her attempts to push Mari away became fewer and weaker. Mari tore the remnants of Dina's shirt and undergarments away, then went down on her. Dina now dropped the "no" from her constant repetition of "Oh no, oh no, oh no!" She convulsed against Mari's face, now clutching it tight to her crotch. "Oh,Mari," Dina cooed as her writhing motions slowed. "That's Senora Valenzuela-Kruppke to you!" she spat. Honk, honk! I looked up, green light. I had gotten so engrossed in daydreaming that I didn't even notice. Another few feet forward and that was it. They must have had half the road closed off up ahead. The tightness in pants was painful and had been for a while. It hadn't gone down even one bit since the incident with Mari. Damn, I thought, I knew they were going to get together soon enough in my imagination but I didn't think it'd be like that. My fantasies were staying one step ahead of real life in their level of fucked-up-edness. I unzipped my pants, relieved to take some pressure off my erection. Might as well use this never-ending stoplight to clean up -- I didn't want stains on my pants when I took Dina out to some classy Italian place. First I wiped everything off and soaked up the wet patches on my pants and boxers with the paper towels. Then I assessed the damage Mari had done. I had to un-stick the cloth of my boxers from my dick. I wiped my crotch down. There was a white drop in my hole, so I squeezed along my shaft to get any residual cum out. As some oozed from my tip, my member puffed up in my hand. Somehow I hadn't gotten any relief from what looked like a half-sized load, going by the size of the stain. It reminded me of trying to hold back a sneeze. When you don't get it right, a little snot gets through but you feel like you need to sneeze even worse afterward. Handling my dick was a mistake. Now I needed to cum even more. Even that one stroke had felt incredible. Maybe I could knock one out at this light real quick if I was discreet about it. I started moving my hand down the shaft. Green light! Goddamn, I was finally close enough to make it through the intersection. --- I had turned to inducing pain to calm myself down -- biting my knuckles, punching myself in the leg, blasting the stereo at deafening volume. When I pulled up to the dorm, the little bastard had finally gotten the hint. I called Dina and she came down to meet me in the lobby of the building. I told her about the traffic, but she didn't seem to mind. "It's getting a little late for Chez Pierre or whatever swank place you were planning on taking me. I know you don;t have reservations, right?" I shook my head. "I think a change of pace would be nice. My roommate is out of town. Her flight doesn't get in until 11:30. So I say we order some pizza and then pick up where we left off last time." "Sounds good to me," I said. What I really meant was "Holy fuck yes!" but I thought that inappropriate to shout while I was standing next to the study lounge. My blood flow redirected itself downward at the mere suggestion. "Good, I'll order the pizza, my treat. You spoil me too much already." She hooked her arm around mine and led me to the elevator while she dialed a number on her phone. We got to her room and took a seat on the bed. Dina turned on the TV and cuddled up to me. Feeling her against me took my semi-erection to a full one. I hoped she kept her eyes pointed at the TV. Erect seemed to have become the default state of my penis recently. I wondered if Dina would be grossed out by the fact that I had sprouted a healthy boner just sitting next to her. The thing was still needy from earlier today, though, and I was questioning how long I could keep it at bay -- if I would end up taking Dina right there. A dull ache emanated up from my scrotum and made my dick twitch with need. In this instance, Mari was right. Dina was giving me blue balls. My attention was diverted from both the television show and the ache in my genitals by the thought that had looped in my head since I arrived: "Gonna get laid." If I knew there was a definite promise of sex in my future, my mind narrowed to that one track. "Sure is nice weather we're having," someone might say. "Sure is, especially when there's a one hundred percent chance of getting laid," I would think. "How's the weekend looking?" "Let's see, on my schedule I have here, it says, 'getting laid,' 'getting laid,' and then 'getting laid.'" "Care for a free sample, sir?" "No thanks, gonna get laid." When the pizza arrived, I had lost my appetite for anything besides Dina, but I shoveled in my few slices so we could move on to the main event in a more timely fashion. The second Dina finished swallowing her last slice I started kissing her neck. "Someone's ready to--" I had worked my way up to her mouth. She pulled back for a second and produced a little bottle. "Ew, pizza breath," she said. I opened my mouth and she sprayed the freshener into it, then took a spray for herself. In seconds, we were making out as passionately as we had in my car. She got up onto my lap and ground her hips against me. The pressure against my stiffness encouraged me and I stopped wasting time. I pulled her shirt off and ran my hands up her stomach to her breasts. I felt a tiny pang of disappointment. Dina's skin was creamy white, without that natural shine that Mari's had. I removed her bra and fondled her breasts, noting that they were far smaller than Mari's. Sure, Dina's were nice and perky, but they just didn't fill my hands like I imagined Mari's would. A Tarnished Trophy Ch. 02 No, stop doing this! You are not going to think about her while you fuck your girlfriend, I told myself. "Do what you were doing in the car the other night." I was too impatient to give her a tease through her panties, so I just sat her back and yanked her pants and underwear off in one motion. She moaned as I traced my fingers over her hips and then against her lips and clitoris. "I'll do better than that," I said, sticking my head between her legs. My tongue circled her swelling clit and teased her lips. A thought flashed through my head -- this would be easier if Dina kept herself as well-trimmed as Mari. I imagined myself, razor in hand, shaving Dina, then encouraging her to spend some time at the tanning salon. Fuck, gotta stop thinking about stuff like that! My tongue penetrated her and she groaned. "Oh yeah, lick Mami's pussy. Just like that." I looked up. "What did you say?" "Uh, I said 'lick my pussy.'" Great, now I was hearing things as well. I thought maybe it was for the best if we did this as fast as possible. Maybe if I fucked Dina, that would cure me of my Mari obsession. I went to work on her again with my tongue, licking, sucking, and lapping at her, building to a prestissimo. She grabbed my head and pushed it harder against her crotch. "I've never had anyone do it like this before. Oh, fuck. It's so good, I'm gonna cum soon." Within a minute, she was squirming and mewling in orgasm. A wave of fluid washed over my tongue. When she finished, she picked my head up and said, "Now I'm going to get you ready." She knelt up on the bed and removed my shirt. Her hand squeezed the tip of my cock through my absurdly distended pants. "Looks like you are ready." She smiled and unzipped me, then pulled my pants and boxers off in one motion. What must have been an ounce of pre-cum leaked out as she touched my shaft. "Wow, you are really ready." Just a few of her strokes had put me close to orgasm. I was drenching her hand with my juices. "Yeah, I am, so let's start." I produced a condom out of my wallet. "Allow me," she said and took it out of my hand. She slipped it onto my head and began unfurling it. I was getting apprehensive about this -- there was a very good chance I would cum just feeling the warmth of her snatch. "Okay, Dennis, I'm ready." She lay down and spread her legs. I stalled around as much as I could, moving toward her as if I didn't know where to put the damn thing. "Put it in," she said. I held my dick right at her entrance, staring down at the throbbing, discolored thing. Prepare for disappointment, I thought as I pushed the head against her lips. Click. Ka-chunk! Ka-chunk! Dina bolted upright and whispered, "Oh my god! My roommate must be back!" I reached for my boxers. "No time, here, get under the covers!" She shoved me to the foot of her bed beneath a few pillows, then pulled the sheets over both of us. I was crammed into the fetal position, stuck between the wall and Dina's feet. One of her feet managed to push itself against my prick, sandwiching it between her sole and my stomach, while my right hand was pinned by one her legs right up against her pussy. Click. Ka-chunk! Ka-chunk! "Hey Dina," came a voice. "Hey, Sam, you're back early." "Yeah, I managed to get on an earlier flight." Ka-chunk, ka-chunk! Her bags must have been as tall as she was from the noise they made. "Hey, can you help me with these suitcases?" Dina stammered, her nervousness making her foot twist and turn against me. I could see under the blanket that her skin was soaked in sweat. She could only pull the blanket up just enough to cover her chest without exposing me. "Are you naked under there?" "Mmm," Dina gave a tiny squeak. Her arousal and embarrassment combined to make her squirming around even worse. Her foot was twitching, rubbing my member as it did. What she did in turn made me squirm, making my pinned hand brush itself against her harder, increasing her nervous movements, making the situation worse for the both of us. "I hope I didn't interrupt any fun you were having there with yourself." Her foot twisted. My hand shook and the middle finger prodded her clit. "Mmmff." "There's no need to be embarrassed about it." More ka-chunks and then unzipping sounds. "I thought you were going out with that guy, though, whathisname?" "Uh, yeah, Dennis. We're, mmf, taking it slow." "I meant tonight." "Oh, yeah, uh, he had to, uh, cancel." Her foot never moved enough to give me full strokes, but I had been so on edge the entire day that just the pressure of it and the occasional wrenching back and forth was forcing me closer. The heel slipped downward so it was squishing my balls. This didn't help the ache. "So you two really haven't done it?" I tapped her leg and pushed her foot up a bit, hoping she knew what she was doing to me. Her foot was trapped there, caught between the fold of my upper body and legs. There was nothing we could do besides try to sit still. But she didn't seem to understand my tapping and squirmed again, forcing the tip of my middle finger through her lips. "N-uhh, n-uhh, no." Dina hadn't bit her lips in time to keep that obvious moan from escaping. She was going to blow it, unless I did first. Her foot was jerking around too much now. I felt my balls draw in. If she didn't stop, we were screwed. "Well, I can see you guys are taking it slow if you're by yourself having a naked party in your bed on a Friday night." She attempted to bend the leg that pinned my arm, trying to get enough space to remove my finger from her. Her plan failed and her foot got stuck in the gap between the wall and the bed. Instead, of moving her leg up, she moved her body down. While it came close to freeing my hand, it also drove three of my fingers into her pussy and pushed her clit against my thumb. She muffled another groan. Her roommate's voice came back again: "Are you still playing with yourself under there?" "Mm-mmm," she said in the negative. I tried to make a fist, hoping to free my fingers from her. They were too far in and curling them ended up just teasing her inner lips. "Mmpf-mmm!" Her shift to one side had pulled her other foot back a touch so that only her toes touched me, teasing my head as they wiggled. I had become delirious now -- I had nearly fucked two beauties today and still had nothing to show for it. I had been overstimulated all day and this was the breaking point. Please behave, I prayed, hoping that I could somehow overcome the need that was making me ache. My balls had been shooting twinges of pain up my spine for most of the day, demanding release. Dina kept going, trying to lift her leg. She gave one more push, impaling herself hard on my hand. "Oh no!" she cried, half in shock and half in arousal. This set off her foot again. I was finished. "What?" asked her roommate. My hand was now free, though, which allowed me to hug Dina's calf. Forgive me, I thought, as I humped her foot as hard as I could. The feeling of the sole of her foot through latex wasn't what I had expected, or hoped, to cum to. But I had to take what was in front of me. "Oh shit!" I yelled as the first stream shot. "What the fuck is going on over there?" "Stop, stop! What are you doing?" I ignored both Dina and her roommate and kept going. Dina scooted back, allowing the blanket to fall from her breasts and stomach, trying to free her leg. I hugged her calf even tighter, my head pressed into her thigh. "Oh fuck yeah!" I grunted. My movements shook off the pillows meant to conceal the lump I made in the blanket. Dina must have been sitting reclined on her arms in horror, she and her roommates' eyes riveted to the sight of some beast humping her leg under the blanket. The pleasure from the orgasm itself was obviously diminished by the circumstances -- foot, condom, barely any room to move, humiliating myself in front of the girls. But it was still sweet relief, and the load I had saved up for so long was pouring into the condom. The fluid had overflowed up the sides. I sighed as it came to a stop and heard her roommate's voice again: "So, taking it slow, I see?" --- "Oh, shut up," I chided my incorrigible morning wood and tucked it into my pants, walking downstairs. Fortunately, I had extricated myself from Mari's interrogation when I got home last night, getting off with only a "I need to talk to you tomorrow, mister." As I made my way into the dining room, I was nervous, but curious to find out what Mari had in store for me. The first of which happened to be herself in a pink string bikini. She was had already started eating her fruit, her apron hung on her chair. "Oh hey, baby. Lemme get you your breakfast. Then we'll talk." She got up from the table and walked to the kitchen, revealing her suit's bottoms to be a thong. I averted Mari's speech, buying time by holding her to her promise. "Uh, Mari, didn't you say no more lingerie?" "This is a bikini, it's not--" "Mari, look at it." "Oh, sorry, baby, I guess you're right. It's just the same, isn't it? I wasn't even thinking...I'll go put something over it." She left and returned in a thin yellow summer dress. Not a whole lot better as I could see through it completely whenever she walked past a light. "Now, we are going to talk. So you went to Dina's last night?" "Yeah." "Why didn't you sleep over? Will she not give it up." "No, we, uh, tried, Mari. We tried, okay. It was going to happen." "And then?" "We got, uh, interrupted." "That's a shame, you know. We have this big gorgeous house. Why don't you come here where there won't be any...interruptions." "That's okay, Mari." "No, I insist. We could even make it a little happening, you know? I could get to meet her. She could come over for dinner, maybe play a game or something. Then I'd go out to a bar with Danny and leave you two to fuck wherever you please. Besides my counter, of course." Having Mari there would be like having a chaperone, or an anti-chaperone depending on what she was planning. I just didn't like the idea, not here nor there. "No, that's all right, really you don't have to do that." "Oh come on, it'll be fun! I insist. I'll be insulted if it doesn't happen." I sighed. "Fine, all right." "I'm just a little worried, Denny. If you don't get it soon, I'm afraid your balls will explode. It's just ridiculous that you haven't done it yet." "Stop it, Mari." I stood up from the table, my breakfast half-finished. Unfortunately, my morning wood had never departed and slipped from my waistband, creating a noticeable protuberance. "Oh, honey. See, look at that, you're just a mess. You can't keep up like this." "You're not helping, with the bikini and the dress...." "Dress? I think this is modest enough not to break our deal." "Modest enough? It's-- it's--" It was just a translucent yellow sheath, just barely reaching from her cleavage to her thighs. "It's that bad, huh? I think we need to fix this. We need to get you some relief from this, like I was talking about." There was that word again. What was she talking about? Maybe I should just run away again, I thought. She got up, walked to the end of the table, and picked up something white and rectangular. She approached me. "Here, I want you to have this." She handed me the object, a DVD case with a blank cover. I became more confused than I was before. "What?" She leaned in and spoke softly: "Okay, this is very embarrassing for me, but just listen. You see, when Mami was modeling, before she met papi, she didn't have very much money. So she had to do little something on the side, and that happened to be something a little naughty." "Huh?" "A porno. Mami made a porno. More than one, actually. This DVD has what Mami did on it. Now I want you to watch it whenever you're thinking about fucking me. I think it will help you overcome your problem. If you see it, if you take the mystery out of it, you won't be so interested in it like you are now." She paused as if expecting a response from me, but I stood there just staring at the DVD case. She continued: "I know it's a bit weird. But I don't want your attraction to me to get out of hand, to mess things up with you and Dina. Just try it, baby." --- Despite my hesitance at Mari's suggestion, I did want Dina to come to the house. Just not when Mari was around. I called her up, hoping we might be able to set something up soon. "Hi Denny." "Hey. Why don't we try my place this time. No roommates." "Oh, god, Dennis. After last night and that's the first thing you think of." "Well, why not?" "Look, you embarrassed me, Dennis. You made me look bad." "But your roommate was completely cool with it. The only thing she was pissed about was the fact that you didn't leave a scrunchy on the door." "That's not the point. The point is that I can't look her in the eyes without blushing now, knowing what she saw." "She wouldn't have seen it if you didn't stuff me under the covers. Besides, you can hardly blame me for--" "I don't care, Dennis." "Okay, whatever. So, my place?" "Look, I can't. I've gotta get up early for some charity thing on Sunday. So, just leave me alone for now." She hung up. So that's how it was going to be. --- Since my plans for the weekend had mostly involved fucking Dina, I now had a lot of free time on my hands. I took the bus down to school and dropped by the frat quad. My trips there had become far less frequent this semester, since I had started going out with Dina. But today seemed like a good a day as any to get blitzed, so I decided to hang out at Sigma Nu, where all the potheads were. Despite having insinuated myself into Greek life, actually joining a fraternity was out of the question. I already had all the benefits without the drawbacks. There was no way I would rush -- I didn't want to suck up to all the brothers while they did their best R. Lee Ermey impressions and forced us to do demeaning bullshit. By the time I got out of Sigma Nu, it was dark and I was thoroughly stoned. Mari either wasn't home or she was sleeping. I stuffed my face and headed off to bed. It couldn't have been more than ten minutes after I lay down when the wall started rattling. Thud! Thud! Thud! Then I heard Mari's voice, continuously shouting stuff like "Oh yeah, fuck me!" She must have been screwing that Danny guy, but why the hell was she doing it in the guest bedroom next to my room? It was just obnoxious. I tore off some tissue and stuffed it in my ears. It wasn't helping any, and the pounding was getting worse. Thud! "Oh yeah!" Thud! "Fuck me like that!" Thud! "Give it to me!" I tore the tissues from my ears and groaned. The longer it went on, though, the more I found myself enjoying it. Hearing Mari scream in ecstasy was putting thoughts in one head and blood in the other. I looked down my erection -- it hadn't been serviced since the incident yesterday, and I had plenty of material for it. But I couldn't think of Dina or anything else with that racket going on. Then I remembered. I didn't have to stroke to the sound of Mari when I could do it to the sight of her as well. I got up and flicked on a light, walking over to my desk where the DVD sat. So Mari had been a porn star, huh? I fired up my laptop and put on my headphones, ready for the show. The opening screen displayed a name: Carmen Gonzalez. The name from the tape -- was this what was on it? The scene faded in. There was Mari, sitting on a couch in tube top and mini-skirt. Someone knocked on the door and she answered it. "Hear you got a leak in the toilet?" asked the guy at the door, holding up a plunger. "I've got leaks all over, and only you can plug them," she said in a sultry voice. In seconds, the two were pulling each others' clothes off. The whole thing was a low-budget affair: One camera angle, grainy film, bad lighting, visible mics. At this point, though, I gave less than a shit. I was getting to see Mari, succulent Mari, being fucked every which way by some guy who looked more closely related to neanderthal man. And I was still stoned. The whole thing went on for about twenty-five minutes and by the time the guy in the movie was going to cum, so was I. The perspective actually changed at the point to a close-up of Mari's face, which was now getting blasted with semen. I imagined that it was my cock doing that to her as I released my own load. --- "Denny, this is Danny." "Hey bro, how's it hangin'?" he said, going for the high five. Danny's hair must have been made of gel, and he had tattoos all over his body. In short, he looked like a grade-A douchebag. I never returned the high five. He put his hand down, looking a little weirded out. "So I hear you're in college Denny. Gettin' wasted and bird-doggin' chicks everyday?" "Yeah, totally, man. It might as well be my job." I didn't think a guy who looked thirty-something could be more juvenile than some of the frat brothers I hung around, but he seemed to be striving for that goal. "Sweet, dude." "That's not true. Denny likes his girlfriend," said Mari. "Yeah, but she's been a bitch, giving him blue balls and stuff." "Oh my god, Mari! What have you been telling him?" I was steaming. It was bad enough that Mari was sniffing out the details of my sex life, but now she was divulging them to some asshole with misspelled tattoos on his neck. "I just told him that you were having a little trouble getting her to spread her legs is all." "Anyway, gotta run," said Danny. He leaned over and kissed Mari. "Catch you later, doll." Once he had left, Mari went straight back to Dina, asking when she would come over. "No, Dina won't be able to make plans with me for a while." "Why's that?" "She's, uh, away for a while." "Away where?" "She went to, uh...some conference in, uh...." "All right, now the truth. What did you do?" "Me, I didn't do anything!" "You did something to piss her off, didn't you?" "All right, all right, but it wasn't my fault." "Well, what happened?" "Okay, so when we got, uh, interrupted, she tried to hide me under the covers in her bed. But she was kind of rubbing against me by accident and I blew my load, and our cover. That's it." "But what happened?" "Nothing. Her roommate really didn't care. She just got embarrassed and made an excuse not to see me." "Sounds like she's being uptight about the whole thing." "Yeah, exactly." I paused for a moment, wondering why I was so positive about Mari's commiserations. "By the way, why were you fucking Danny in the guest bedroom last night?" "Oh, sorry, baby. I didn't know you heard that. It's just that, well, I didn't like the idea of using the bed your father and I slept in for that, so soon and everything. We'll keep it down next time." --- Dina had been giving me the cold shoulder at school all week. I couldn't believe we had gone from mad desire to zero communication in just a few days. Fuck, this was how my high-school romance had ended. Well, at least I know what I did wrong this time, even if I didn't think it was wrong. On the home front, Mari had been unusually well-behaved, always keeping herself in a robe at the least. And her meetings with Danny were quiet for the most part. I felt a bit disappointed, in fact, that she seemed to lose interest in me at the same time Dina had. But my interest in Mari was growing. I wondered if her logic about seeing her fuck taking the mystery out of it was valid. With all her admonitions about taking my mind off her in addition to the DVD, I was only thinking about her more. Remember those marshmallows I was talking about? Well now it's as if one of them also happened to be doing a song and dance about how delicious it was right in front of me. A Tarnished Trophy Ch. 02 I was smoking up at the frats frequently. It helped curb my libido to some degree. I felt like I had been getting hornier and hornier over the past few weeks, but the weed helped take my mind off the DVD. If it weren't for that, I probably would have watched it straight through every day. As it was, though, I had managed to save a new scene for each day of the week on the three hour disc. It was all there -- cable guys, pizza delivery boys, secret lovers, and straight up fucking without any attempt at plot or scene. Though that didn't stop me from enjoying the pleasure of watching Mari, or Carmen, fuck. This was the closest I could get to the real thing. The last scene, however, was what really caught my attention. Mari walked on screen in a leather corset holding a crop. The guy was tied up and gagged. "You're my slave, slave. And you're going to do what I tell you," she said. She teased his cock, always letting go before he came. "You don't get to cum, slave! You only get to make me cum!" With that, she took the gag out of his mouth and sat on his face. She rode him and teased until the thing ended. The dude didn't even get to cum! I knew about the dominatrix thing before, but I never thought about what they actually did or watched one of these movies. What guy would want his girl to keep him from cumming? How could he get off on having a girl like Mari do that stuff and not fuck him? Whatever, I thought. The video was making me frustrated as well, so I switched back to an earlier one to finish myself off to. --- The tanned blonde's ass was the fifth I had grinding on me that night. Oh, the joys of thirsty Thursdays. It started off rather tame and then escalated into a full on booty workout. Her jeans showed off her backside perfectly as it swished and gyrated all over my crotch. In between songs, she would ride down my leg and then ride back up. She clutched my hands to her bare midriff, occasionally letting them wander to just give little brushes against her breasts, which hung free under her tube top. Most of the sluts at these parties were looking to give their partners boners. I wasn't going to deny her the pleasure, so I let my growing erection poke her. She turned and locked her hips around my leg, pushing my tent pole against her stomach. "I love how excited you're getting for me," she said and wrapped her hands around my neck. Then she looked off to one side with a worried look on her face. "Shit! I think I just saw my boyfriend. I can't let him see me here." She turned to a homely girl next to her. "Hey, Gretch, wanna take over for me?" The tanned blonde weaved away through the crowd. The girl next to her chugged the remainder of her drink and threw the cup away. She stood in front of me and pinched my head, whispering in my ear, "Looks like someone's ready for some action." Looks like I had just had the ol' switcheroo played on me. Gretch was more than Rubenesque, but I forgot what she looked like from the front as her gigantic ass pushed against me, slamming me against the nearby wall. It pressed into me and she shook it with vigor and enthusiasm. The massive thing felt amazing for a minute or so, with how much pressure it could put on me. But she was too eager. The motion she started making felt less like grinding and more like she had sat on a towel and was using her ass to mop the floor with it. "I can feel your dick against my ass. Isn't this so hot?" She took one of my hands and attempted to stuff it down her pants, but stopped and leaned over. "Ugh, I think I'm gonna be sick." When she poured the contents of her stomach onto the dance floor, I, as well as those in the blast radius, decided it was time to get out. I squeezed from between her and the wall, trying to escape. She looked up: "Wait, where are you--" Her sentence ended with a gurgle. A nasty-looking projectile sped toward me and splattered my shirt and pants. "Fuck!" I shouted as I ran to the bathroom. I got most of the gooey chunks out in the sink, but it was still obvious what had happened. That was the best I could do for now. Even worse, I had planned on getting wasted tonight and had accomplished my goal. That meant I left my car at home. A few drunk guys walked by as I stood at the bus stop, guffawing. "Nice pants, dude!" The bus pulled up and the doors creaked open. The driver glowered at me as I stepped into his bus, a fleck of vomit dripping onto the floor. On the way home, I realized how much I wanted Dina. Back home at last. I rang the doorbell, wanting to avoid touching the splotch above the pocket where I kept my keys. Mari opened the door. "What the hell happened to you?" "I was at a party and some girl got wasted and threw up everywhere," I said, stepping into the house. "No, you stay right there! You're going to make a mess," ordered Mari. "Stay here, I'll be right back." She returned with a towel and a garbage bag. She lay the towel out in front of me. "Here, stand on this." "No, it's fine, I got most of it off." "Here!" She said with a stern look and pointed at the towel. I was too drunk to argue with her so I complied. She pulled my shirt off over my head and stuffed it in the garbage bag. Then she dropped to her knees and undid my jeans. Her robe was loose and looking down it, I could see the wonderful cleavage her bra created. The way she was dressed, and how she knelt down to take off my pants, reminded me of the cable guy scene from the DVD. In fact, it was nearly identical, except I was living it. When she had loosened my jeans enough to pull them down, I almost expected her to whip out my cock and start sucking -- "Mmm, Denny, looks like someone needs to get cleaned up." What she actually said was "Lift your legs and step out of your pants." As she removed my feet from the pant legs and helped me step out of them, her breasts jiggled in her bra. I was growing now, and I couldn't stop it. She sniffed my boxers. "These don't smell too good, might as well put them in the wash." She hooked her fingers around the waistband. "No, they can stay on." I gave a nervous laugh and held my boxers on. The tension on the fabric grew. The legs went taut from Mari's pulling and my member was beginning to push the front of the underwear out. "It's all right, I'll put them in the hamper," she said, pulling harder. With her eyes at crotch-level, though, she noticed the front of my boxers lifting away from my body. "Oh, is this why you're being so fidgety? Are you getting turned on? Is this making you hard?" She received her answer when it lengthened and poker her right on the tip of the nose. She sighed, then said, "Oh boy. Let's get these off, then we need to talk." This embarrassment distracted me from holding on, and my boxers flew to the ground. I slapped my hands over my erection. Talk again? This was going to be about my "problem," then. My drunk and horny mind, though, was piqued by the possibility of something happening with Mari. Tossing my boxers next to the garbage bag, she stood up and wrapped her arm around my shoulder. "Don't be ashamed, you don't need to cover yourself." She pulled my arm so that my erection was exposed as we walked. The thing bounced with every step. Although I felt indignant, but Mari was holding me while I was naked and her cleavage was bursting out from her loose robe. That kept the fire in my loins rising. "It must be worse than I thought, Denny, if that was getting you hot and bothered. Have you been using the DVD, honey?" "Uh-huh." "Have you seen the whole thing? Have you watched it more than once?" "Uh-huh, uh-huh." "Maybe you just need more. I know we can fix this, Denny. Here, sit down." We had made it to the living room and she pointed at the couch. Once I sat, she picked up another DVD with a blank case. "There's more than just what I gave you. I was going to ask you if you wanted the second volume today, but I can see how bad you need it. In fact, I think you need it right now." Mari walked over to the DVD player and stuck the disc in, then sat next to me on the couch. Was she about to watch me watching her have sex? "This'll help your problem, Denny, now watch." I was feeling awkward, but too aroused to turn this down. The screen flashed two names: "Carmen Gonzalez and Sydney Suxxx." There hadn't been one of these scenes on the first DVD. It opened with Carmen, and a stereotypical blonde, fake-titted porn star tanning by the pool, complaining about their boyfriends' lack of performance. In a minute flat, they had decided to see if lesbianism was the cure for their bedroom woes. Carmen and Sydney pressed their faces together and licked each others' tongues. Sydney pulled back. "Was that...good? For you?" "I think so. Why don't we keep trying?" The real Mari spoke: "Do you like watching girls make love to each other?" "Uh-huh." "What about those big tits Sydney has? Do you like those?" "They're pretty fake," I said. "But it's a porno." Mari reached over and caressed my shoulder. "You know, it's okay if you want to masturbate. That's why we're watching this." "No, that's okay," I said, a little embarrassed. My penis was pulsing in the open air. I was getting worried that this might turn into a second, raunchier movie night. All right, so it already was. But if it went any further, I wasn't going to try too hard to stop it. "It's so big and hard, though. And I've only just started eating out Sydney. I know you really want to." She held my hand and placed it around my erection. I gave a tentative stroke. "Don't be afraid, baby. Look at me on that screen. I made porn, I'm comfortable with this stuff." That made what inhibitions I had wither away. My stepmother, the porn star, knew I had the hots for her. She had already seen me naked. She knew I was stroking it to her when she gave me the DVD. Why had I been so reserved about this? I began to stroke myself, relaxed. "That's it, honey. Let out all that pent-up energy," she said. I stroked faster as Sydney fucked Carmen with a massive dildo, getting into the whole thing. I thought about asking Mari what it was like being in the porn industry. "Oh, I can't stand watching my little guy so frustrated," said Mari. "And now you don't even have a chance to get with Dina." Why did she have to bring that up now? "And you're not even stroking your cock like it was meant to be stroked," she continued. "Here, let me help you out. I've got a lot of experience." "Oh, Mari," I moaned as she picked my hand off my dick and replaced it with her own. I couldn't believe it was happening, but I wanted it so bad. Her two hands danced around my shaft. In contrast to my straight up-and-down, she pinched, fondled, and teased. She took one finger and ran it down the length of each vein. "Isn't that so much better?" she asked. "Uh-huh, uh-huh," I moaned. The screen was losing a battle for my attention. Lesbians or Mari with her robe falling over and my cock in her hand? I started leaking into her hands as I felt an impending orgasm. Mari was giving me the best handjob I had ever known, but I wanted it to last, so I held back. She asked: "Getting ready to cum?" "Uh-huh, uh-huh," I replied as she tickled my balls. "Well, there's one little thing I want to talk about before you do." "Whazzat?" "Your inheritance." A Tarnished Trophy Ch. 03 "What about it?" I asked. "Well, you see, Mami needs a little money," she said, still stroking. "What? Can we not talk about this now?" I was getting close to cumming and in no mood for this. "Look, honey, your Mami has some big debts to pay, and she needs yours." Referring to herself in the third person wasn't giving her request any more weight, but it seemed like she wouldn't give up on the topic. "Don't you have– uh," I moaned after a particularly strong stroke. "The money Dad gave you?" "I had to use all that money, baby." She slowed her stroking down so that I wouldn't get any closer to orgasm, just stay where I was. "How? How much did you owe?" "Around seven million." "What?! Seven million?!" That was two million more than what I was set to inherit. "Look, I'm willing to help you out if you need some money, Mari, but I'm not going to give you everything." Her hand was nearly still on my shaft. I thrust my hips to try to get her to go back to giving me a handjob, but she stopped altogether now. She just wanted to talk about the money. "You don't understand, honey. Even if you give up your inheritance money, you'll still get your father's business. You'll still be able to make good money." "The restaurants were starting to lose money when Dad died, Mari. Who knows if they'll be worth much by the time I graduate." That was why I was hoping to sell them as soon as possible. I'd still walk away with a cool few million right now if I could unload them, but I couldn't do that until I'd actually owned them. "No, you still don't understand. You know I did porn. There are a lot of shady people in that business. I was trying to invest in a project that would make it big, so I spent money behind your father's back. I know it was wrong, but I thought we'd be making more money in the long run. So I threw money everywhere. I financed some studios and start-ups and things like that. Some of the projects were flops, but some of them were scams. Some of them ran off with everything, Denny." I felt a twinge of sympathy for her, amazed she could dig herself into such a hole. But I wasn't going to give her all of my money because she got taken in by some pyramid schemes. I made my previous offer to help again, but she said no, she needed everything. Then her hand wrapped around my shaft again. Good, I thought, we're done with this nonsense. Only after a few seconds, she said, "I know you dream of fucking me, baby. I know you can't keep your eyes off of me. You want me so bad, don't you?" I was shuddering in excitement. "Uh-huh." "What say I give you something in return. You give me the money and then you can fuck me as hard as you want." I gave a big shake as she pinched my head, while thoughts of wild sex with Mari were running through the other head. My balls were tightening in preparation for orgasm. I almost wanted to scream "Yes! Yes!" and just take her right there. But no woman is worth that much money. Once I graduated, I could afford to star in my own porno if I wanted to. I finally said: "No, Mari! Are you crazy?" "Think about my pussy, Denny." I was leaking, ready to cum. I gritted my teeth. "No pussy is worth five million." "Well, if you feel that way...." She harumphed, got up, and walked away. Of course, it had always been about the money. She had gotten my father's and wasted her share and now she was after mine. I tried not to think about it as I nursed my raging erection. I turned my attention back to the screen, where Mari was fucking Sydney with a strap-on. --- I lifted my hand to wipe the crust from my eye, but it stopped about a quarter of the way there, making a clinking sound. What the fuck? It had some kind of restraint tied around it. Both my arms and legs did. "What the fuck?!" I yelled as I struggled against the ties. "Oh good, you're up," said Mari, walking through the doorway. She sighed. "I knew you wouldn't react so well to this, so I had put you in those." "What the fuck is going on here?!" She climbed up onto my bed and put the papers she was holding down next to me. Dressed only in her bra and panties, she planted her crotch right on top of my morning wood, letting it throb between her legs. She picked up one of the papers and turned it to show me. "This," she pointed, "is a deed of variation. It lets me change your father's will, as long as you and some witnesses sign it. Now I can get any of my friends to sign this, doesn't matter. They'll back me up. I just need your signature right here." For a moment, I thought, sure, I'll just sign "Elmer Fudd." But the other papers next to her were the rest of the will, which had my signature on it. No doubt she'd notice in seconds. She continued: "I'm gonna give you one last chance, baby." She grabbed my chest to gain leverage to grind her panty-clad pussy against me. She looked straight down at me, her hair hanging in my face. "It's me or the money." "Stop this, Mari! You've gone nuts!" She sat still on me again. "All right, looks like we're gonna have to do this the hard way." She picked up a small square sheet and a sharpie. "These are temporary tattoos." She sat back so my penis popped up from beneath her crotch. Then she reached for it. "No, what are you doing? Don't touch that!" She peeled one off and wrapped it around the bottom of my shaft, then repeated the process for the top and the head. Uncapping the marker, she wrote her initials in big bubble letters down my shaft. "There, now your cock is mine," she said and giggled with a tone of glee far too innocent for what she was doing. "What? What do you mean?" "If I see you've rubbed off the tattoos, I'll know you've masturbated. Now, you only cum when I say so. And when I say so is when you've signed the deed." "You can't do this! I don't have to play your little game!" I pulled at the restraints. "Ooh, I like when you try to fight it like that. But you do have to play my game." She pulled out the will and flipped through it. "Right here, it says that you will not receive your inheritance unless you graduate the summer after next. And if you don't, the business and the money goes to the pro tempore manager of the chain. Hmm, seems like your father really wanted you to finish school." Uninterested in the whole proceedings, I hadn't even read the will. I just remember Dad saying I'd get five million and the business when I finished school, so I never bothered with the thing. Now what he said to me two years ago had far more gravity. When he had finished laughing at my English major, he told me: "But that's okay, Denny. As long as you get some kind of education. As long as you finish school. You'll be the first one in the family." "So," Mari resumed, "you play by my rules or I might just forget to pay your tuition." If there was one thing I had gotten accustomed to growing up, it was not being told what to do. "Oh yeah? I'll run away! Whaddya think of that? No one will get the money, then. You're screwing yourself over!" She laughed. "Please. You wouldn't make it on your own. What would you do? Work at McDonald's? Become a hobo in a boxcar?" My threat was unlikely, I couldn't deny that. But if she pulled my tuition, she would be screwing herself over. I couldn't make it through senior year like this, though, getting tortured by Mari, or whatever she was going to do to me. And if I took legal action, would it take too long? Would I forfeit my inheritance? More importantly, would I be able to walk into a police station and say "Gimme a restraining order, I'm being cockteased!" No, no compromises. I shouldn't have to take any of whatever Mari was planning. I'd have to bust her myself. I'd play along for now, until I came up with a plan, but I'd have her ass on a silver platter soon enough. "If you ever want this hot, juicy pussy, and if you ever want to feel the sweet pleasure of orgasm again, you'll sign the deed. I'm going to tease your cock until it feels like it's going to explode. You'll be begging for release in no time. But remember, you can stop it anytime you want. Just sign the deed. Now, can I let you go or will there be violence?" "I'm good, just unlock me." --- It would be a battle of attrition, I thought, downing my breakfast. I knew she couldn't drive me straight to insanity. She couldn't turn our basement into a dungeon and lock me up. Otherwise I might just say "fuck it" and let the money go down the toilet by dropping out. I was like the policeman who gets held hostage in an action movie. She had the power to shoot me, but killing the hostage would be a loss for her in the end. The cops could shoot her, but they had to overcome the fear that she was crazy enough to off the hostage if they made a move. Mari spoke up, "About the tattoos. They'll come off in the shower, but if you cover them, your cock is going to get all dirty. So I think we'll have daily cock-washings. Just tell me when you want to take a shower and I'll give you a hand." I grunted in response. "Young man, you will respond to me when I tell you something or ask you a question. And you will call me 'Mami' like I have asked you to for so long. Now, what do you say?" "Yes...Mami." I was already filling with hate and rage. "Now eat your breakfast, I made it just the way you like." "Yes, Mami." I was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "What happened to our cook, by the way." "I let him go. I've just been enjoying cooking so much. Why, is the food not good?" "No, it's fine." "Maybe it needs more spices." She walked over to my plate and produced a salt shaker labeled "V." Little blue granules poured onto my eggs. "There, that should make it better. Now eat up." --- I couldn't concentrate in class today for obvious reasons. Mari went hysterical when I realized what she was doing, enamored with her own deceitful work. "I gotcha good! I had you believing everything was just a coincidence or misunderstanding. Don't worry, though, I was cooking your food with the all-natural stuff. I thought we'd do a Viagra trial run today, though." I couldn't tell how much she had given me, but I had to sit through my first two classes with my boner tucked into my belt. The third lecture was no different. The professor prattled on about Oscar Wilde while I ogled every girl in even a slightly revealing outfit. These were the longest lectures I had ever sat through. I wanted to burst out the doors and run away. It was only day one, and I was already squirming in Mari's grip. I peered at my copy of Ham on Rye in my bag. If only I had some scrap in me like Bukowski's alter egos, I could live without my money. No, I was far more like one of Wilde's alter egos. Aristocrats who lounged all day and practiced intellectual barbs as their sport. If they ventured outside of their little world, a guy like Henry Chinaski would have laughed at their insults and beat their faces in afterward. At last, class was done, and there was Dina in the hallway. The sight of her gave me a little hope – maybe I could talk to her today. She wouldn't let one mistake ruin our relationship. And I wanted to get back with her. I needed someone right now. Even if I was too ashamed to tell her what Mari was doing to me, she'd still be someone to talk to, someone who could give me strength. I called out from behind her. "Hey, Dee!" Nothing. I caught up with her. "Hey, Dina!" "I have to go to class, Dennis." "I have to talk to you!" She looked pained. "Please, just leave me alone." She walked into a nearby classroom. Was that it? That one incident had killed our relationship? --- "Why aren't your restraints on your bed?" "I dunno – because I didn't want them there?" "Those go back on your bed!" Mari put her hand on my shoulder. "You know, if you don't behave, we're gonna have to do something about it. I thought you'd be more agreeable, considering how much money is on the line. But I think we need a punishment system. Starting now, you will owe me a certain number of orgasms per day. Every time you break the rules that number goes up. Right now, that number is one. Understand?" "Punishment system? Mari, this is completely ridiculous!" She frowned deeply, approached me slowly, and then grabbed my balls through my pants. I gave a little grunt as she squeezed. She leaned to whisper into my ear, "My rules, boy. You do what I say or you're out on the street. You will behave or you will be punished, and you've already earned one punishment. Understand?" I winced as her hand twisted my sack. "Yes, I get it," I grumbled. Fear about just how far she would take this "game" began to set in. "It's gonna be two if you don't get more respectful soon. Answer me the right way." "Yes, Mami." --- Mari pressed into me from behind in only her towel. She reached around and traced her fingers up and down my naked erection. "Ready for your cock-washing? Looks like you are. Here are the rules. No touching your dick. No touching my tits or my pussy. You owe me one orgasm. If you give me a good one, I might let you touch my ass. And absolutely no cumming. Understood?" "Yes, Mami." "Good, let's get started." She stood back, dropped her towel, and climbed into the shower. "Now get in and help wash Mami." I stepped into the shower, feeling enthusiastic of all things. I knew I wouldn't get to cum, but I'd get to touch Mari and make her orgasm, something I couldn't deny I wanted. Whatever Mari gave me is what I'd have to be happy with. That thought took me off-guard for second. Was I becoming obedient? Mari forced a bottle of soap and a into my hand. "Wash!" I started by lathering her shoulders and the top of her back. I worked my way down until I stopped to skip over her ass and knelt down to reach her legs. They were slightly spread so that I could wash them. Her calves, her thighs. Everything was well-toned as could be while still remaining very feminine. My eyes were at ass level as I scrubbed her thighs. My cock ached. First from rubbing down every inch of Mari's luxurious caramel skin. Second from seeing her pussy lips peeking out. If her skin was caramel like the candy, I imagined the folds I saw between her legs were the cream center. After you work your way through the scrumptious beige outer layer, you're rewarded with a burst of silken texture and milky flavor. My hands lathered her inner thigh just short of that center, filling me with yearning. Once I sprayed off her thighs, I shook my head. Gotta stop thinking like that, or you'll go crazy. I moved up so I could start washing her front, the tip of my erection poking the small of her back out of necessity. I lathered the area right above her strip of pubic hair and worked up onto her stomach. "Since you can't wash these...." she squirted soap onto her hands and lathered her breasts. I twitched at the sight of her washing her tits while I scrubbed her stomach. After both of us finished, I cleaned off her arms and hands. "Now time for my orgasm," she told me. She was going to let me make her cum – I pulsated harder against her back. I tread across her stomach with my fingers, reaching her pubic area. "No, no, no," she slapped my hand away. "You get to use this." She handed me the detachable shower head. Setting it to massage, I grumbled in disappointment. At least I'd still get to see that pretty face of hers while she had an orgasm, the one she hadn't shown me since I saw her in the bedroom. I took the shower head and pointed it between her legs, pushing down on her waist with one hand and up on the device with the other. She moaned as I forced her onto the stream of hot water. Her hips gyrated, rubbing my member over the small of her back and the top of her cheeks. I played with the shower, changing settings to tease her, as well as occasionally moving it up to her breasts or down her thighs. Then I realized what an expert she was at titillation. The shower head had become a surrogate hand. All I got to feel was my arm around her and the light brushes she made against my erection, but she was making me enjoy getting her off no matter how little I got in return. "Oh yeah, that's so good, keep it up." She was playing with her nipples now, her hips making even more dramatic motions. "I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that." Her ass slapped against my thighs repeatedly, making ever so brief contact with my prick on the way up. Her eyes closed and she made that face I had seen before. It looked even more beautiful close up. I shoved the shower head back into her crease at full force and she writhed against me harder, shouting "Oh, yes! Oh yes!" Watching her lose herself in her arms like this was empowering. As the orgasm subsided, I felt jealous of women for a moment – that they could get that from a shower head. "Well, that was rather impressive, Denny. You may wash and clean your reward." She positioned my hand so the nozzle pointed at her backside. "Now what do you say?" "Thank you, Mami." I was becoming such a good little toady already. But I didn't care right then, because I was tracing that perfect heart outline her ass made. Squeezing her cheeks revealed how taut and firm they were when touched lightly, but how much give they had when enough pressure was applied. I groped the thing for all it was worth while I sprayed it down. Eventually, she turned to me and said, "Your turn." We shuffled so she could get behind me. She imitated my washing method, but was so much more erotic about it. Down my back she went, massaging each and every muscle until it was as relaxed as it could be. She rubbed every inch of my skin with zest, making little circles, and occasionally planting the lightest of kisses. I quivered a bit as her fingers danced around my hole. Besides that, I had become entirely loose. My back, my thighs, my calves, my chest, each one softened at her touch. Then she came to my penis, which was trembling with desire. Her hand traveled up from my scrotum and gripped the base of my shaft. It worked up and swept over its length, washing off any remains of the tattoos. One hand worked up and down while the other made strategic use of the shower head. She used massage against my balls, pounding them with water. Then she switched to a narrow spray and directed it into the eye of my member. My hips lunged forward again and again as she kept the the spray directed into that hole. I had no idea that could feel so good. I closed my eyes and readied myself. This whole shower had to be one of the most erotic things I had ever felt, likely the most. I was so lost in pleasure that I thought I would be allowed release. I was stunned when I heard the shower knob turn and felt Mari's hand open and drop away. --- Day one, I thought, still actually blissful but frustrated from the shower. If Mari had let me cum, I would have been basking in the afterglow for the next week. Even as it stood, it felt rejuvenating, except for my little problem. My body was completely at ease except for the tense feeling in my crotch. Keep on target, I thought to myself. I needed a plan and all my efforts at formulating one so far had fallen short. I had pulled out my copy of the will. Mari had told the truth about everything in there, and I had pored over it to see if I could find some loophole. Nothing. Child support. Maybe she was obligated to pay for college. I had looked up my state's laws to find that some prior agreement was necessary. Who would pay tuition was not mentioned in the will – I guess Dad figured this issue wouldn't come up. All right, I knew Mari couldn't force me to sign the thing, that was duress. What about evidence? How could I prove what she was doing if she had her own witnesses to the deed that would back her? I'd prove it by showing what really happened – I punched the words "hidden cameras" into Google. Pages upon pages of websites offering these things popped up. I was not the most tech-savvy guy, but it seemed like they could be set up by anyone who knew how to operate a power switch. Two cameras would be shipped to my school mailbox overnight. A Tarnished Trophy Ch. 03 --- "Time for your cock-washing, Denny." "Hold on, let me just--" "No, now! I'm going out with Danny tonight and I need a shower." I sighed and tossed my backpack into my room. The cameras would have to wait until tonight. I went into the bathroom and undressed. Mari walked in behind me, announcing: "Same rules as last time." We repeated yesterday's process to start off and I was just as excited about it as I was yesterday. Scrubbing down a body like Mari's was something I wouldn't mind doing every day. However, the stipulations she imposed reminded me that our erotic showers weren't all parts perfect fantasy. And I was about to find out how seriously she took those stipulations. This time Mari backed herself right into me as I massaged her with the shower head. My erection was forced against the small of her back, which stimulated me when she wriggled against me. Her movements were increasing with her pleasure, her hips gyrating with more force than they had last time. When she bent forward, my hard-on slipped right into her crack, putting an arrow through that heart shape. Her back and forth shifting was sliding my arousal between those two plump cheeks. "Harder, harder!" She jammed the hand that held the nozzle into her crotch. Now I was holding her tight against me, thrusting back against her ass. She thrashed around as she came closer to release. Our motions accelerated and I was humping her with abandon. I couldn't help myself anymore. I knew I was going to lose it against her ass. She stood still on her tip-toes as she cried out in orgasm. Though she was stationary, I could feel tiny vibrations coursing through her body that bridged over into mine. I also stayed motionless, my member engulfed by her cheeks as deep as it could be. Once the first wave passed, her long cry ended and she mewled in my arms with her eyes closed. I gradually resumed my thrusting, staring down her body from behind. I had to have a feel of those luscious breasts I had craved for so long. I withdrew the nozzle from between her legs and moved it up to her stomach to bind her to me. My other hand shot up and cupped a tit, squeezing for all it was worth. I thumbed her nipple as well. She had a little in excess of a handful. Finally getting to feel one her luscious mounds had me ready to shoot. I looked at her face, her eyes closed, mouth open, and her head thrown back against my chest in contentment. Then my rod went rigid at the sight of my hand playing with her breast. "Oof!" Before I could release, I felt an elbow in my stomach and I stumbled back against the glass of the shower door. "I don't think I gave you permission to rub against me down there, or to grab my chest!" "Sorry, Mami, I just--" "I don't care! You owe me two orgasms tomorrow. Now get in front of me so I can give you your cock-washing." As I did so and she began to scrub my back, she said, "You're lucky I didn't let you cum on me, or the punishment would have been even more severe." I calmed down a little while she washed my body, but my dick continued to ache. When her hands finally reached my crotch, I wasn't sure whether to be relieved or afraid. Her palm cradled the underside of my shaft, making it jump in anticipation. "Control yourself now," she admonished, closing her fingers around it. Despite how slow her strokes were, I was already so close that I was having trouble holding back. I wasn't sure whether to say "stop" or "keep going", so I just told Mari, "I can't take anymore. I'm gonna cum." "No, you can't do that, baby," she whispered in my ear. "You got your cock all dirty, now I have to wash it. You're not allowed to cum. You have to hold it in for me." "I can't anymore. It's impossible." I grunted as my balls tightened. Hallelujah! Just the tiniest of strokes had set the first contraction in motion. She couldn't stop me now. How wrong I was. She gripped me, holding my arms to my sides with one of her own. Her thumb slipped over my slit, corking it closed. I gasped, feeling the first stream of cum rocket through my urethra and then reverse course back down my shaft. Then the second and the third. My cock puffed up and reddened as if it were infuriated. I grunted and snarled. "What the fuck are you doing?" Each spasm that normally brought pleasure instead sent a burning sensation through me, like I was having some kind of reverse orgasm. I sighed in relief as it petered out faster than a normal orgasm. Once Mari let her thumb up, a tiny droplet oozed out of my tip. A tingling swept through my genitals, giving it that tender post-orgasmic sensitivity. However, it remained erect and needy. Shit, had she just sent my cum back into my balls? "God, Mari, what the fuck?! Did you break my penis?" "Ah-ah, respect, Denny," she said, referring to my use of her name. "But don't worry about it, baby. It's safe. The semen just goes back into your bladder." She ran her fingertips around my head and down the top of my shaft. Well, the thing certainly felt broken. It was like an irritating rash, the ones that you wanted to scratch so bad that you gave in to it. Then it stung like a motherfucker afterward. "Are you sure? It feels really funny." "It'll be okay, baby. The pain will go away soon. I've done this before – for boys like you who can't control themselves. It's called a "ruined orgasm." Now, since you broke the rules again and tried to cum, you owe me three orgasms tomorrow. But you should be grateful I held it in for you twice, otherwise you really would have been in trouble." She said that as if she had done me a favor. "You didn't get the hint, did you?" she asked after a long pause. "Say 'Thank you, Mami, for not letting me cum.'" I repeated after her in a dejected tone. --- I glanced at the two boxes on my bed and then back at my inflamed erection, covered in cutesy dragon tattoos and sharpie ink. It still didn't feel quite right, yet it was bothering me for more stimulation. A single drop of precum formed on the tip as if it were melancholy about its situation. Don't worry, boy, I thought, this'll all be over by tomorrow. I opened one box and pulled out the alarm clock camera. The other one contained a camera hidden one of those plug-in air fresheners. I couldn't help but grin as wide as I ever had. "Just a quick one before we go." That was Danny's voice coming from outside my door. I heard the guest bedroom door open and close. Then, thud! Thud! Thud! And Mari's yowling. Her's set off those goddamned dogs of Danny's, which must have been sitting in the hallway. Mari, Danny, and the dogs all howled simultaneously. My grin quickly disappeared. --- Mari had gone back to wearing lingerie around the house, at most. I had no compunction, though, when I stared right down her tight demi-bra as she slapped my eggs onto my plate. Today I would be released. I scarfed down my breakfast despite the fact that she had once again seasoned it using the pepper grinder labeled with a "V." Do your worst, I thought. As I chomped the last few bites, she spoke. "Nice try, by the way." "What?" I said, bits of egg flying from between my teeth. "Nice try with those cameras," she said. I nearly choked on my food. She held up a little wand-shaped gizmo with red lights on it. "I have my ways of finding out what you're up to. I told the maid to look out for anything suspicious, too, just in case." My heart seized. I couldn't imagine being any more fucked, any more hopeless than I was. I shook as my heartbeat came back at a rate all too fast. "Since this is such a serious infraction, I think we'll need to come up with more of a punishment than just getting me off a few times." --- I had skipped over the first three stages and was caught in a mixture of the last two: depression and acceptance. Mari owned my cock and there was nothing I could do about it. It was a shiny new toy to her, which was evident from the gleeful look she gave as she tightened a string around the base of my dick. She was tying a remote controlled vibrator to the thing. "All right, now let's give this thing a test-run." She clicked a button and a faint buzzing could be heard. The vibrator tickled me, creating a light but distracting stimulation. --- I ran a vibrator over Mari's lips and clit. I wasn't allowed to touch her with anything except for that vibrator. It was tough work – it had already been ten minutes and I didn't seem to be getting anywhere. Delivering stimulation to both her clit and her lips had to be balanced with penetration as doing both at the same time was impossible. I just had trouble finding that right balance. This was to be my Sunday. My punishment was to finish when the vibrator tied to me ran out of batteries. Mari left it on the lowest setting most of the time, occasionally spiking its power to keep me on my toes. The weakest setting was not enough to let me get anywhere, though, just enough to keep me stiff, sensitive, and frustrated. On the highest settings it rattled against my erection and the end that was pushed against my balls jiggled my scrotum. She seemed to be clicking it up at random intervals and never kept it on high for long, knowing how close I had been yesterday. After a great deal of work, I had given Mari her first orgasm. She immediately demanded another. It was becoming even more difficult as she sped up my vibrator frequently. When she came again, I realized it had been an hour and a half since we had started. "Why don't we take a break?" she said. "Besides, I wanna see how much range that thing has." --- I walked through the automatic doors and saw my strained face on the security monitor. Mari asked me to pick up some K-Y and condoms for Danny at the nearby pharmacy to test out her device. It sped up a little past the lowest setting. Goddamn, that thing worked out here. Although I had my dick and the vibrator tucked into my waistband, it still created an awkward-looking lump unless I bent over slightly. So I crept along the aisles with my hands in pockets, looking like I was constipated. "Need any help?" a clerk asked. The vibrator clicked up another notch. "Urk, no thanks!" I ran to another aisle and found what I needed. Click! A little bit faster again. I grunted and ran toward the counter, nearly bowling over an old lady. I got in line behind a middle-aged woman and her little girl. Click! It was going at full speed now. "Mommy, do you hear that buzzing noise?" "What noise? Don't be silly." The girl turned to me. "Sounds like it's coming from over here. Do you eat a bee, mister?" "Nope, no bees here." I laughed and probably gave the creepiest looking smile I had ever given. "Come on, we have to go," said the mother and they left. I stepped up to the counter only to notice an incredibly lovely young woman was the cashier. "Looks like a fun night for you, huh?" She smiled. "Uh, yeah." I was bent over the counter at an odd angle. My need was getting worse. On top of that, the lube wasn't ringing up correctly. The cashier swiped it multiple times before punching some keys on the register. I was biting into my lower lip, feeling an orgasm approaching. No, not here. Come on, come on, get my stuff scanned. Finally, it worked and I slammed the bills on the counter. "Thanks!" I sprinted out of the pharmacy. --- When Mari opened the door to find me red-faced and out of breath, she commented, "Guess it did work, huh?" She ordered me to strip down again so we were both naked and we went back to the couch in the main living room. Spreading her legs, she said, "You know, I don't think the vibrator is working for either of us. Why don't you use your hands and mouth this time." My rod perked up at the suggestion. I would get to explore the one place I had been forbidden to so far. She took my hand, ran it over her lips, and let go. Here it goes. I took my thumb and pushed it against her clit while I penetrated her with my index and middle fingers. She cooed as I pushed in and out of her slick opening. "How does Mami's pussy feel?" she asked, clicking the remote. "G-good." "I can't wait for it anymore, use your tongue." She put her hand on the back of my head and drove it into her crotch. The smell of her sex wafted into my nose. I opened my mouth and her juices spread over my tongue. I was getting a taste of the creamy center I longed for. She spiked the speed of the vibrator up and down harshly, which caused me to whimper in need right into her pussy. This was getting her very turned on, and she heaved against my face. Her lips convulsed and her fluids gushed onto my tongue. "You are a good little cunt licker, aren't you?" She got up and lay me down on the couch, then sat on my face. "I want you to lick it again, starting back here this time." She pulled her cheeks apart to reveal her puckered asshole. I barely stuck out my tongue, reluctant to touch it. "Don't worry, it's clean." She sat back and forced the tip of my tongue against it. The hole tightened and widened with each of my licks. "You're a good little ass licker, too." --- The vibrator whined at its highest speed. Mari had left it like that for at least ten minutes and I was leaking precum everywhere. I didn't know how much longer I could hold out, but I had to. Even if she was the one controlling the speed, it would still be my fault if I came. My dick twitched and bounced. It was almost there when the whining died out. "Looks like you're finished. But there's just one more thing – I want you to remember what a bad boy you've been. Now lay across my lap." "What? Are you kidding me?" "No, I am not. And if you don't want to get into any more trouble I'd suggest you do as you're told." "Yes, Mami." I crawled onto her lap. I guess I should have expected a harsh punishment – if my plan had succeeded, she'd be shit out of luck and I sure as hell wouldn't have felt bad kicking her out on the street. Swack! I grunted as her hand paddled me. Her hand came down again and again. I wondered if she could possibly emasculate me any more after this. --- "Dennis, I'm sorry!" Dina shouted, almost tackling me to the ground. "Whuh?" I was taken by surprise, both by her sudden grapple and her apology. She let go and stood in front of me. "I guess most people would call how I treated you over the last week being a bitch." "Dina, it's...." I trailed off. She was right, but I didn't feel right rubbing it in her face while she was trying to apologize to me. "No, you don't have to say anything. It was all my fault. You were right. My roommate didn't really care, we both knew that. But I'm so, well, I dunno, I just got so embarrassed and I'm not used to something like that happening. And I blamed it on you. It wasn't fair. So what do you say we forget this ever happened." --- Things were looking up, especially thanks to the Valium. I had dropped by Sigma Nu, trying to limit my time around Mari and to celebrate the fact that Dina and I were back together with a few tokes. As we sat around passing the pipe, one of the sketchier brothers offered to sell me some pills he had scavenged. He was always trying to pawn off some other drugs, but I always declined. I didn't want to get mixed up in anything too hard. "Got some bennies here, if you want. Valium, xanax, all that. I don't want 'em. Tried 'em once but I couldn't get it up when I did." He had changed my mind in one breath. I could fight Mari's voodoo with some of my own. Everything seemed to have calmed down this week. Dina, as usual, was too busy to see me until the weekend. My ass smarted all Monday from Mari's spanking, but she had let up since Sunday. I endured another few days of cock-washings, she had ruined another couple of orgasms and sometimes I spent the better part of the night getting her off. But she never punished me like she had that Sunday. The Valium had put me in a bubble of indifference. It helped cancel out Mari's concoctions. Though it had been almost a week since the last time I came, almost the longest I had gone without an orgasm. Though the last time I was in the hospital and Mari wasn't there to get me frustrated. I'd find a way out of this soon. --- Thursday afternoon, still no plan. I mindlessly bounced a tennis ball against the wall until the doorbell rang. I went to the front door and pulled it open, startled by the woman standing on the steps. "Hi, I'm Sydney. Sydney Suxxx." She held out her hand. I met her hand with a weak grip, still not believing what was standing in my doorway. "Mind if I come in?" I stepped aside to let her in and she untied her trenchcoat. It dropped to reveal her body covered only by a tiny cloth sheath that tried to pass itself off as a mini-dress. The thing showed off the cavernous cleavage that her fake breasts created. Every inch of her tan legs save for the few that would have gotten her arrested for indecency was on display. I was sprouting an erection already. Some guys will say, "Oh, I hate those fake-looking celebrities with boob jobs and bleached hair." I'd agree, they never were my type either. But they'd be lying if they said they wouldn't fuck a girl like Sydney – that if she walked right up to one of them and asked to roll in the hay with them for one night, that they'd refuse. Sydney's body was the product of indulgence, a sort of arms race that drove these women to shape themselves into ever-greater fuck toys. The mission had been accomplished. Women of Sydney's ilk had bodies that screamed sex, that telegraphed desire directly to the loins, bypassing the brain. That's why a lot of those guys were hypocrites – it was impossible to deny something so visceral. When you're a kid, you bug your parents to let you eat candy for dinner. At least I know I did. Then they finally let you have it. You gorge yourself until you throw up right on the dinner table and shudder at the sight of a candy bar for the next month. I wanted to gorge myself on Sydney. To be honest, in the state I was in, I would have fucked a doughnut to get off if Mari allowed me. Even the way she walked over to the closet to hang her coat was an act of sexuality. "Is that a canoe in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" she commented and squeezed the tip of the bulge in my pants. "Let's go upstairs." "What's going on?" I asked as she took my hand. "Well, today we're gonna have a celebration for you. And your stepmother wanted me to warm you up before she got home." "What's that supposed to mean? A celebration? For what?" We reached the top of the stairs. "Show me where your room is." "Over there." We walked in. "She left me explicit instructions that you were not to cum, but, you know, I just can't help feeling bad about that. I mean, you know who I am right?" "Yeah." "My job is to get guys off. It's kinda weird not to. I'd feel bad if I just let you play with me and then not give you some relief. So I'll make you a deal. You don't tell Mari and I'll let you blow that load I know you've been holding in for so long." "Yeah, definitely!" I answered with enthusiasm. At this point, I was too horny to think about why a porn star who knew my stepmother would be making this proposition. If I had a chance for relief, so be it. "Great! Now I think I know what you want." She cupped her massive breasts, somehow exaggerating them even more. The dress seemed to be held up only by her erect nipples. "You want these." She pulled her dress down so it bunched up around her hips, then lay on my bed. "Why don't you fuck them?" "With pleasure," I responded and straddled her belly. Moving forward, I thrust my hard-on between her breasts. She pushed them together to create a hole for me to fuck, though it wasn't entirely necessary. The tattoos started rubbing off when I pushed into her cleavage. "What about the tattoos?" A Tarnished Trophy Ch. 03 "Don't worry about them, just keep going." I figured this had been brought up in her talk with Mari, so I pushed on without fear. She took my hands and placed them where she had been holding her tits together. They felt firm but unyielding, unlike any other pair I had groped. The hardness of her chest made me feel as if I were fucking a Barbie, but I didn't give a shit at this point. My dick was encased in her cleavage and she opened her mouth and rolled out her tongue to lick it on my upstrokes. I fucked her chest faster, getting ready for my first orgasm in a week. "You gonna cum all over my big titties?" As soon as I shook my head, she bucked underneath me, sending me careening toward the wall. I smacked against it and bounced back onto the bed. In a flash, my legs were buckled into the restraints, then my arms. "Think again, kid," she laughed. "You thought I would actually let you cum?" I cursed at my own stupidity. The door swung open and Mari walked in holding a stack of cardboard boxes. Dropping them on the ground next to my bookshelf, she began pulling their contents out. It looked like they were full of magazines, but it was hard to see from my bed. When she finished emptying the boxes, she said, "Ready to start when you are." Sydney pulled her dress back up over her chest and turned to me. "We're gonna give your library a makeover. It's gonna be fun!" she squealed with delight. She walked over to the bookshelf and thumbed through the top. "Let's see, Crime and Punishment? On the Road? Pfft, boring!" She flung a few books into a cardboard box. Once my confusion over her defilement of my library wore off, I gave a yell of protest. Sydney ignored me. She made her way through the row of books, coming to some musty hardbacks. "These gotta go too." "Hey! Be careful, those are first editions! My father got those for me." Books continued to tumble by the shelf-load into the boxes. Mari picked up a stack of magazines and lifted one from the top. A bronzed brunette holding a sheet over her naked body stared back at me. Her head obscured the word "Playboy." "You read these from now on." Mari and Sydney lifted the stacks and dumped them on the shelves. I could see some of the covers – Playboy, Hustler, Penthouse. Some stacks had issues that looked like they went back twenty years and others were composed of all kinds of girlie magazines that I hadn't even heard of. With the magazines in place came the DVDs. They filled another two shelves with cinematic classics such as "Assbusters 3" and "All Holes Filled with Hard Cock." "What about my books?" "You'll get them back when you've done what your supposed to do," said Mari. "But for now, they stay locked up." Sydney and Mari carried the boxes off and returned to my room. Mari wheeled my chair from my desk toward my bed. "I think he needs a better vantage point for this." She opened my restraints and sat me in the chair, handcuffing both of my wrists to the armrests. "What's going on?" "It's time to start the celebration," said Sydney. "What are you talking about?" They didn't answer and instead locked lips. Mari tugged Sydney's dress down while Sydney untied Mari's robe. They moved their act onto my bed. The nude porn stars reenacted the scene from the DVD Mari had jerked me to. I gawked at the show they were putting on right on my bed. They fondled, groped, sucked, licked, smooched, and rubbed. The strap-on even made an appearance, albeit a funny-looking one. Mari reached into the pocket of her robe and pulled out a clear dildo with an elastic band attached to it. She fastened it to her waist and thrust her hips, penetrating Sydney. Mari fucked her rough, as if she were an experienced owner of the male appendage. Sydney, of course, overacted her orgasm like a good porn star, throwing in near ear-piercing screams and joyful obscenities. I couldn't object to anything they were doing, though. Imagine this happening on your bed! Mari collapsed on top of Sydney. The two embraced and continued to kiss. I was leaking at the sight, my erection dripping with fluid. "God, that was incredible, Mari. You still got it," said Sydney, out of breath. "Thanks. But now it's time for the fun to really start." Mari stood up and took Sydney's hand, leading her out of the room. The two returned again in dressed only in robes, clutching strips of leather, some of which ended in heels and platforms. They donned the boots, which reached up to the hems of their robes. Then they donned the gloves, which reached to their shoulders. The last two strips left were revealed to be riding crops. Sydney and Mari shucked their robes, unveiling more leather. Leather corsets ran into leather micro-skirts that barely covered leather panties. They picked up the crops and approached me. Mari produced a key and unlocked my handcuffs. She locked my hands together with one set. "Get up," commanded Mari. She dug her crop into my crotch, pushing up. I obeyed and she stood me against the wall. "Would you care to start, Sydney?" "Sure, I guess. But I've never done this before." "It's easy. You just tell him what to do and he does it. And if he doesn't, well, you're the one with the weapon." "Oh, can I smack him?" I gave a little shudder at Sydney's statement. Now I was inside the wrong porno, that scene at the end of Mari's first DVD. At least Mari knew what she was doing, though. Sydney scared me – what if she fucked up and hurt me bad? "Just don't leave any really big marks." "Okay. Listen up, slave." Sydney slapped her crop against the bottom of my balls. "You're going to do what I say." "Don't forget to make him say 'Yes, mistress,'" reminded Mari. "Yes, mistress," I said. The end of the crop toyed with my scrotum. "Oh, this is so fun." Sydney giggled. "How about, let's see, you lick my boots." Sydney planted her foot on my chair. I complied and bent over, sticking out my tongue to lick the leather. After a while, the crop struck my ass, making me stand straight up. "Enough." The crop returned to my balls, then ran up the underside of my shaft. "Now kiss my ass." Sydney turned around, presenting her tawny rear. I knelt down and drew her skin into my mouth. By this point, I was having trouble differentiating the degrading from the arousing. I felt properly broken in. Resistance was impossible when I was as excited as I was now. Mari sat in my chair. She spoke over the sound of my lips sucking on Sydney's cheeks. "I think it's time he got some stimulation again. Here, Denny, come rub yourself on Mami's leg." She replaced Sydney in front of me and positioned her leg in between the cuff chains and my body. "Come on, boy, rub that little dick of yours on Mami's leg." I dragged myself toward her shin. My hard-on was twitching, full of lust. It slapped against the leather of her boot until I took her calf in my cuffed hands and drew her leg into my crotch. I placed my chin on her thigh so that I could see her leather panties under the skirt. My hips drove forward, my rod pleasuring itself on her boot, spouting pre-cum. "Ew, don't ruin the leather, dear," said Mari. She unzipped the boot and pulled her leg from it. "Try this instead." Even better, I thought. The slick leather was replaced with the warmth of Mari's skin. I humped her shin, desperate for release. My face was buried in her thighs, allowing me to feel heat from more than just her shin. She pulled her panties aside. "You might as well eat me while you do it." I craned my neck forward to taste her pussy. My hips were speeding up, making obscene slapping noises against her skin. Sydney giggled. "Damn, he looks like a little doggy humpin' your leg, Mari," she said, confirming I looked exactly as I imagined. I didn't care, though, as long the little doggy got his rocks off. Maybe if I went fast enough, I could make it happen. I moaned into Mari's pussy. Semen bubbled up into the base of my cock. With impeccable timing, as always, Mari shouted, "That's enough!" She kicked me away with her other foot, shoving me against the wall. "I think it's time for you to really fuck me," said Mari. My ears perked up – my libido had put me in an overly optimistic state of mind. She stood me up with the crop. My body trembled in time with my cock against the switch. She jabbed her hand other hand forward, clutching the clear dildo. She qualified, "With this." I was baffled at first, but as she made me step into the elastic waistband, I realized that the thing was hollow. She drew it up onto my waist and encased my member in the plastic. Mari rose from the chair and removed her panties. She walked to my bed to lie down. Sydney grabbed my shoulders, guiding me in between Mari's spread legs. "Ready to fuck your stepmother, Denny?" I peered down at my confined penis, which she was pulling toward Mari's opening. The cleverness of the device had me confounded. What cruel minds had thought this was an invention necessary to foist upon the world? Much less the ones that thought it should be mass produced. "If you can call it that," I said. A crop slapped against my jaw, lifting my chin. "You will obey Sydney, you will answer her questions, and you will address her properly. Understood?" "Yes, Mami." The crop struck my testicles. "Now answer her question." I groaned. "Yes, mistress, I'm ready." Sydney's hips pushed mine forward so that my rod sunk into Mari. I felt a tiny amount of warmth and pressure against the plastic, but the dildo did its job of keeping me from getting any real stimulation. "Yeah, fuck your stepmother." Sydney animated my body as she pleased, driving my hips forward using her own. I felt her skin and leather all over my back. Mari threw her head back as she fingered her clit. All my senses but one told me I was fucking her. I could see my dick slipping in and out of her pussy. I could hear the wet suction created by her hole, and I could hear Mari's voice vocalizing her pleasure. The air tasted, smelled, of sex. But I couldn't feel the inside of Mari. "I bet your cock feels so good in me," said Mari. "Oh wait, it doesn't feel anything at all." The two laughed. Twinges of pain shot through my shaft and testicles, punishing me for not obeying my physiological needs. It's not my fault, I wanted to tell them. There's nothing I can do about it. My situation was only made worse when Mari clamped her lips around the dildo. Watching her cum in that dominatrix outfit while Sydney handled my body was making me ache like never before. --- I had fucked both girls with the dildo every which way for an hour. When Sydney came on my cock for the third time while I felt nothing, I broke down and pleaded for them to let me out. Sydney pulled the thing down off my cock. "Damn, his thing doesn't look right. How long has he been like this?" Shades of purple ran into shades of red all over my genitals. "He hasn't cum in a week." "Wow, I bet he could explode just from getting blown on." "Great idea! Why don't you get him tied to the bed?" Mari left the room as Sydney undid my cuffs and strapped me onto my bed. Mari returned with a hair dryer in hand. She flicked the switch and aimed it at me. Hot air flowed all over my member. This was as bad as the hollow dildo. Just enough stimulation to keep me on edge but not enough to push me over. The tip of Sydney's crop circled my balls. My cock jerked turbulently, looking like a creature gone insane. The veins bulged out from all the blood in my shaft, which was trapped inside just as my cum was. "Please, please, let me cum. I can't take it anymore. I'm gonna explode." Christ, I sounded just like that guy in Mari's dominatrix scene. But it was true. It felt as if something inside would rupture if I didn't get relief soon. The crop slid up to the base of my shaft. "Think he's ready?" Sydney asked. "I guess it's time. Go ahead." Sydney ran the crop up and down my cock. It was the lightest of touches. It would have been no more than a tickle normally. But in my state the touch of the leather was enough to set me off in mere seconds. I wheezed as if I had just taken a blow to the stomach. My member went rigid and my body followed in its tread, every muscle contracting. I had finally gotten to the point of no return. My hips arched into the air. "He's gonna blow!" shouted Sydney. Her crop patted my head, then withdrew along with the hair dryer. I yelled nonsense syllables as the first spasm began. A stream of cum poured from my head and cascaded down my shaft, lacking the force to become airborne as it usually did. Guttural noises poured from my throat as the second spasm came. White fluid oozed out of my hole without any pleasurable feeling. By removing stimulation, they were making me cum without having an orgasm. A few more droplets leaked out and pooled with the rest of the liquid around my crotch, not even amounting to a full load. The whole thing was even less satisfying than an aborted sneeze after a minute's build-up. That feeling of sensitivity ran through my shaft, the same one that I always got after Mari forced my cum back into me. And, just as well, my erection remained, still demanding satisfaction. The poor little fucker looked confused by what had happened, just like me. "And that...is how you abandon an orgasm," said Mari as I whimpered and wriggled in my bonds. "Shit, Mari. I gotta request some femdom scenes." "I know, it's great, isn't it? But now it's time to milk the rest out of him." What the hell did that mean? The two freed me long enough to flip me onto my stomach, then locked me up again. Mari stuck a stack of pillows under my stomach to prop up my midsection. "Now watch carefully if you wanna see how it's done," Mari told Sydney. Mari's gloved hand squeezed my shaft, draining a few stray drops from it. She stroked until I was twitching again. The hand let go, then I felt leather on my ass. A finger crept toward my hole. "No! Get away from my ass!" "Quiet, I'm trying to pay attention to the lecture." Sydney picked up one of my discarded socks, balled it up, and stuffed it into my mouth. My yells increased in volume despite being muffled by the sock. Mari's index and middle fingers invaded my asshole. They burrowed in up to the first joint. My ass clenched around her fingers. I had never had anything put up there before and it was both a funny and slightly painful feeling. Mari spoke, "This is called a prostate massage, Denny. If I let you go without cumming for too long, it'll get all backed up, but this will fix that problem. It'll empty your balls out so you can build up a new load for next week." She paused and then addressed Sydney. "Now that I've inserted my fingers, I'm going to bend them downward so it massages the prostate. Don't touch his dick when you do this or he'll have an orgasm. Just rub the prostate and in a few minutes, his cum will just drip out." More cumming without, well, cumming? I vowed to hunt down whoever invented all the shit Mari and Sydney had just pulled on me. My hips wiggled as Mari's fingers pushed down inside my anus. I shivered as she played with my prostate. This went on for several minutes until cum gushed through my urethra. "There it is," said Sydney. I bit down on the sock. The sensation reminded me of the time I had to wear a catheter in the hospital. It was just one long straight flow. I discharged semen for the next ten seconds. "I'm gonna keep milking him until he's dry now," said Mari. Cum seeped out of my head every twenty seconds or so, stopped, then started again after another twenty seconds. After a few rounds, it tried to squirt but nothing came out. "Looks like he's done," said Mari. She wrung the last traces of cum from my shaft with her hand. "See, now we've got all his cum out without letting him have the pleasure of an orgasm." The two unbound me, removed the pillows, and flipped me on my back, refastening the restraints of course. The puddle of cum I left on my sheets moistened my ass. "I hope you enjoyed the celebration, because now it's time for the closing ceremony," said Sydney. "Mari, tell him what he's won." "A top-of-the-line, stainless steel, pick-proof chastity cage!" Mari beamed as she picked up the device. I yelled into the sock and jerked around within my restraints. "That's right, we're celebrating the last day of freedom for your cock. But all good things must come to an end, Denny." Sydney pinned my hips down. Mari took an open steel ring and squeezed it around my balls. It tightened but the two ends failed to meet. "He's still too hard for this. Crush his balls a little bit, Sydney." Sydney compressed my balls until I yelped in pain and my semi-erection receded. "Good." Mari closed the ring, then took the cage and slipped it over my withered cock. It clicked into place. "Sleep tight," said Sydney. Mari bent over to peck my cheek, then pinched my sore member through the cage. They turned out the lights and left the room. A Tarnished Trophy Ch. 04 The first things I saw when I opened my eyes were Sydney's breasts wobbling in my face. Her black bra looked as if it were putting up quite a battle to hold them in. She unfastened my restraints. "Time to get up for breakfast, sleepyhead. Come on down to the kitchen when you're ready." She left the room. I grasped the base of the cage that now imprisoned my cock. Chastity belts? Those were for Victorian women, not me. I rattled the cage in anger but soon realized what a bad idea that had been, giving me the feeling of having my genitals twisted off. I clenched my teeth, waiting for the pain to subside. Like a masochist, I continued to prod at the steel that confined me. The skin of my member was still raw from last night's teasing. After I had played with it enough to convince myself that I was actually locked in this device, I decided it was time for breakfast. Mari and Sydney were already eating when I got down to the dining room. They sat side-by-side, both in nothing but their underwear. "Excuse me, Denny, but what are you doing in those clothes?" asked Mari. "What? What are you talking about?" "Didn't I tell you the new rule? No clothes in the house for you unless you need to dress up for a guest." "Sydney's a guest." "Not one you need to dress up for, though. And you will call her Mistress Sydney. So clothes off, now!" "Yes, Mami." I peeled my shirt off and dropped my pants and boxers. It's not like they hadn't seen this last night anyway. "Goodness, he's so cooperative, so obedient," Sydney chirped. "Well, it helps when you've got control of his cock and his tuition money." Mari grinned. "Here." Sydney hopped one seat down to leave a space. "Why don't you sit between us?" I respected her command. Mari shoved a plate of food in front of me. I dug in as Sydney ran her hand over my thigh. "Such a good, well-behaved little boy." She pinched my ass, making me gasp. "Really, Mari, I have to thank you for this. I didn't realize this could be such a turn on for me. In fact, I'm getting wet just seeing him all locked up like that." She continued to grope my ass with one hand and massage around my crotch, sweeping over my stomach and my thighs, with the other. A sudden feeling of self-consciousness arose. It looked as if Sydney had in on this deal as much as she wanted now. And Mari had no objections to making an exhibition of me. I didn't fancy being a guinea pig for Sydney's newly found fetish. Sydney's hand traveled south and caressed my balls, which were distended and bloated from the pressure of the cage's ring base. She pulled the waistband of her panties out, affording a glimpse of her bald pussy. "Maybe you can eat breakfast, then me." Despite the fact that my cock had been drained last night, it began to respond. The cage was curved downward and left the tiniest bit of space at its end. There was no room to expand. Cold steel bit into my member as it made an attempt to grow. "Uhhm, ahh, ouch!" I grunted in pain. "Oh look, Mari, his little dick is trying to get hard in there." "Better get used to that happening, Denny." "Uhh, it, oh, hurts." "Here," said Sydney. "This'll take your mind off it." She pushed my head into her crotch. --- The cage poked through my unzipped fly. I had eulogized my masculinity for the past hour or so. That was enough. This thing had to go. I had walked around school all day looking like I had a stick up my ass. The weather was getting colder and the thing made it feel as if my penis were wrapped in a bag of ice when I was outside for too long. Then I remembered. "Fuck, it's Friday," I mumbled to myself. I had been waiting all week for this -- Dina and I were going to go out again. And if things went well, I might finally get to make love to her. If it weren't for the goddamned cage. It had to go. I bent a couple of paper clips and jammed them into the lock, hoping it would do something. The cage was a real piece of craftsmanship, though. The lock had some oddly shaped circular keyhole. It was also integrated into the cage itself, so it couldn't be clipped off. I'd just have to put on a good act and hope it would convince Mari and Sydney to unlock it. Two voices coming from downstairs. Mari and Sydney must have just gotten in. I rushed to where they were standing in the living room. "Take it off!" "That's right," said Mari. "Take it off." "Huh?" "Clothes. Off." I unzipped my pants and dropped them along with my boxers. "Now you take this off." I pointed to the cage. "Why would I do a thing like that?" "I'm seeing Dina again." "Dina? Your cock is my property now, Denny. I don't want you seeing anyone else. You and Dina are finished." I couldn't believe she was going to push this hard. Bringing Dina into this, determining who I could and couldn't see, crossed a line for me. My face was reddening. "No, we're not, you bitch! I'll run away! We'll run away together!" Mari stepped on my pants as I tried to move away from her. They were caught around my ankles and my forward motion caused me to fall to the floor. "Hold him down, Sydney!" Sydney's body weighted me down while Mari pulled my pants and shirt off. Mari issued her next command: "Keep him still while we pick him up. Then let's take him to the front door." They lifted me to my feet with my arms pinned behind my back, dragging me toward the foyer. "Lemme go!" One of them opened the door and they threw me out onto the front steps. The door creaked most of the way closed until only Mari's face was visible. "There you go, Denny. Run away if you want to." The door clicked shut. I shivered, naked in the cool autumn air. It wouldn't be long before the cage got freezing cold. The long driveway wended its way through some trees until it hit the street in the distance, where a few cars drove by. I stared at the street -- of course I couldn't run away, especially not like this. I rang the bell and pounded the door frantically. The door creaked open and the two stood in the frame. "Well, look who's back," said Mari. "Get inside!" I stumbled inside. The two forced me to the floor. Mari spoke, "You owe us an apology, Denny. Misbehaving and calling me a 'bitch.' Don't you ever, ever, use that word!" She ran the toe of her shoe up my neck. "Now tell us what a bad boy you were. Say you're sorry." "I'm-- I'm sorry. I've been such a naughty boy. I'm sorry, Mami. I'm sorry, Mistress Sydney." "Hmm, not good enough. Kiss our shoes and say you're sorry." She forced her shoe against my lips. I repeated "sorry" as I kissed up Mari's polished flats. Sydney asked for attention and I went to work on her ankle boots. She forced the heel through my lips. I took the length of it without resistance, sucking it. I choked on the heel, realizing how willing I was to accept this, how I couldn't escape, how easily I could supplicate. Mari and Sydney rightfully owned me. Sydney pulled her boot from my mouth. "Get up! I think it's time for a spanking." They stood me against the wall, groping my ass. Then I felt the first blow land. Then another. Mari and Sydney took turns on each cheek, forcing me to apologize with every spank. Mari and Sydney were gone, they were Mami and Mistress now. I had become a sniveling, grovelling little worm. My member stiffened and caused even more pain trying to erect itself inside the cage. I whimpered. --- I popped another Valium and some aspirin for the pain. Can't get addicted to these things, I told myself. But I definitely needed one right now. I had to calm down, mentally and sexually. My dick still struggled against the cage. Shit, was I getting aroused by being Mami and Mistress's slave-boy? It's the aphrodisiacs. That's it. I still had some fight in me. The two kept reminding me, "You can end this at any time if you sign the deed." But I held out. And I could never give up Dina. I had to see her no matter what. Mami couldn't watch over everything I did at school. Sure, she took my car keys, but she forgot about my spares. I'd just have to be discreet about everything I did now. Mami and Mistress had gone out for the night, which meant that I could sneak out and see Dina. When I walked past the master bedroom to go downstairs, I noticed something on the far wall. The painting there was hanging out from the wall on a swivel. Of course, Dad's safe! Mami must have put my car keys in there. I bet she kept the key to my cage in there as well, and maybe some other things I shouldn't be able to get hold of. I walked into the room and swung the picture all the way back. The handle on the safe didn't budge, though. I put my ear to the door and turned the combination dial. You could hear the tumblers click when you got the right number -- that's how safes work, right? I tried some numbers but I couldn't hear anything. Maybe I needed a stethoscope, like in all those spy movies and heist flicks. Back to the internet again. --- The check read $76.50. To my chagrin, I remembered that my checking account Dad gave me for allowance only had about $150 left in it. And I didn't know if I could count on Mami to replenish the cash. In fact, it was doubtful. I grumbled and signed the check. "So, can we go back to your place?" Dina asked. "Oh, my place? Uh, no, uh, renovation. Sorry." "What a shame," she said in a rather salacious voice. "Guess you'll just have to drop me off at my place." Dina was getting impatient. That was an understatement -- she wanted to fuck me silly. She had traded her usual blouse and pants for a little black dress. No straps, low neckline, high hemline. I didn't even know she owned anything half as provocative as this. And it was the first time I ever saw her in heels. I bit my lip as she slunk out of her chair and toward the door of the restaurant, her ass perfectly outlined in black. I drove her back to her dorm and said goodnight, but she insisted I walk her to her room. She opened the door, revealing nothing but darkness inside. "No one's home," she whispered, then took me by the arm into the room. "Dina!" I tried to come up with some excuse to get out, but she made any thought impossible by smashing her lips against mine. She sat me down on her bed. My member made its usual futile attempts to stiffen, but the cage pressed against it. I didn't care. I couldn't feel anything but Dina assaulting my mouth. Her kisses became sloppier as she went, covering my face in saliva. This must have been what it was like to be a girl on the receiving end of a drunken frat boy's advances. But the fact that she was so horny was rubbing off on me. The lewd noises we made into each other's mouths grew louder. Mine, however, were half pleasure and half pain as my cock throbbed against the inside of the cage. I couldn't stop myself, though, in spite of the steel digging into my flesh. After what must have been ten or fifteen minutes but what seemed ten times that, she broke the kiss and took my hand in hers. She dragged it in between her breasts and used it to force the material of her dress down. It fell to her torso, clumping around her waist. She pressed my head right into her breast. I suckled at her stiff nipple. The agony in my crotch grew, but I was helpless. This had to stop soon, but how? I sucked so much I thought her breasts might get wrinkly from all the moisture. I managed to catch a glimpse at the clock. The foreplay had gone on for over half an hour. Dina grabbed my hair and pulled my face from her chest. "Geez, Dennis, I'm not making hints any more, I've given the answer away entirely." I stammered, unable to respond. She took my hand again and trailed it up her thigh. "I know I might seem a little reserved at first, but I get horny just like you. It's been a month since we first tried, and it's been even longer since my last time." She pushed her panties to one side and dipped my fingers inside her. "Feel how wet I am." While she frigged herself on my hand, my mind hand gone into full panic. How could I tell this girl I had seen for so long and who wanted to fuck me so hard, almost naked with my hand in her pussy, that we couldn't do it. "Come on, Dennis." She continued using my hand for her pleasure. "I know you've been waiting for this as long as I have. We should have been fucking half an hour ago. We would have but you're not acting normal." Her hand crept toward my crotch. I yelped and jumped off the bed. "What's going on, Dennis?" "I, uh..." Think, you idiot! "It's kind of embarrassing, okay? I've got a rash, you know, down there." "Oh God, Dennis. You don't have any--" "No, no, it's not a big deal. Doc said I just irritated it or something. He gave me some cream and medicine and stuff. Said it should be fine in a few days." "Oh, okay." Dina's eyes drooped, looking disappointed. "I gotta go, sorry!" I ran out the door without ceremony. --- Monday morning, Dina caught me in the hall. She didn't even say hello, just shoved her tongue down my throat. "You bastard, Dennis. I had to get myself off Saturday night, all alone. I hope you're happy with yourself." She stuffed a card in my pants and walked away. It said "Get Better Soon" on the front. A small picture fluttered out when I opened it. I picked it up. It was Dina in her bra and panties, hanging off one of the posts on her bed looking like a stripper. The inside said: "Been thinking about you, but this weekend I'll be doing more than that. P.S.: I better not see that picture on the internet." I teared up a little. Dina, I'm not your boy. Mami owns me now, I thought. Maybe you have my heart, but she has everything else. My cock, my money, my lust, my life. No, Mami couldn't own me forever. I had to get into that safe. Then Dina and I could consummate our love. --- The stethoscope came in the mail, but it didn't seem to help any. I worked on the safe for at least an hour before Mami came home, but I didn't get anywhere. The front door opened, meaning that I was out of time for today. I swiveled the painting back into place and rushed to my room to hide the stethoscope. When I came out, Mami was standing in the hallway. "Hey, baby. Good job." "What?" "Remembering the rule. Good boy." I looked down at my nude body. I had gotten in the habit of just not wearing clothes around the house so I didn't have to worry about the rule. And now I smiled when Mami complimented me, no matter how patronizing her tone. "But not a good enough boy. Denny, I think you really need a reminder of what my pussy is worth. I'm going out with Danny, and we're gonna fuck when we get back. You're gonna hide in the closet when I call the house. And you're gonna watch us." --- I held my eyes up to the slats in the closet door, waiting. Mami and Danny finally came through the door. They hopped on the bed and kissed. Before long, they were both naked. Danny was as obnoxious in bed as he was out of it. When Mami took his dick in her mouth, he forced her head into his crotch, making her gag, yelling "Yeah, that's right, take it, you little slut!" Goddamn, why was she fucking this asshole? Despite my hatred for Danny, my dick was trying to harden at the sight. I muffled a grunt as the pain started. Stupid little bastard. It had been locked up for half a week and it still wouldn't give up. Was nature stronger than Pavlov? "Yeah, get ready, I'm gonna bust on your face!" Danny pulled Mami off his dick and erupted onto her. His load was impressive, coating most of her face. She wiped some from her eyes. Danny spoke again, "Keep it on there, you look good in white. 'Sides, I heard cum is good for the skin, like a facial mask. That's probably where the term came from too." Mami laughed. "Oh, you." It was despicable. Mami's face was a mixture of exotic and classical beauty, a piece of art. But now it was slathered in this douchebag's jizz. The least he could do was respect it, but instead he had taken a shit on the Venus de Milo. And she didn't seem to mind. "Your turn," said Danny. He started eating her out, running his hands all over her body until his dick was hard again. "Time for the main course." He rubbed his hands together as if he were about to dig into a turkey dinner. He pawed at her breasts. I imagined myself in his place, having free reign over Mami's body, being allowed to take a bite of that creamy center of the caramel candy. I shook my head, wondering how I could be so jealous of a guy like Danny. But I had worked Mami's pussy three times a day every day since she implemented her rule. I felt as if I were owed something, as if Mami's body were my prize for all my hard work. It didn't work like that, though. My place was here in the closet, while Danny fucked her and made her cum, putting that expression on her face that I had worked to see so many times. --- It was a pretty boring week for a guy who had to get a porn star off thrice a day and then watch her get fucked every night. Mistress had dropped in a few times for dinner. Apparently, she didn't live that far away from our house. It was just another week of being Mami's bitch. I was beginning to think the stethoscope wasn't going to work, but it was the only thing that gave me hope. Meanwhile I had been discovering the new contents of my bookshelf. Whenever Mami was around, I read my novels by holding them inside a Playboy. But what really kept my attention was at the end of the row of DVDs. There were another four DVDs of Mami. One of them was entirely full of that dominatrix stuff. For some reason, I couldn't stop watching it. Maybe because misery loves company. I related to all the men she teased, abused, whipped, and tortured in those videos. Then I found a video that was far stranger. The scene opened with a very young looking Mami sitting on a bed. She was nude except for a crucifix necklace. The cameraman's voiced asked, "What's your name?" "Carmen Gonzalez." "And you're eighteen. This is your first time, right?" "Yeah." "What got you interested in doing this?" "I want to be an actress. I know it's not the best start, but it's still a start." The cameraman chuckled. "How right you are. Now are you ready for my boy to fuck you?" She nodded. A guy walked in from off screen and sat down next to her. There was a little making out, a little oral, then they got down to it. "Ready to lose your virginity, Carmen?" asked the cameraman. "She got no choice now." The guy sunk his dick into her while she whimpered. Her crucifix necklace bounced as he humped. Blood ran from her vagina. "Look at that, a real virgin," the cameraman said. I turned off the video. --- "Yeah, fuck me hard, just like that!" Yep, another night of listening to that from Mami. I had been utterly devoted to her all week, but my patience was wearing thin as I made no progress with the safe. Watching Danny hump away at Mami, my mind wandered. If she wants me in the closet, maybe it's because she doesn't want Danny to know about this. Maybe if I jumped out and said "boo," he'd freak out and leave. I had serviced Mami's pussy more times than I had any other girl's. If I couldn't have her, no one could. Even if her punishment was harsh, I'd rather do another day's duty than have to sit in the closet every night. I grabbed a towel and hung it over my cage, then burst from the closet and yelled, "Hey guys! How goes the fucking?" The two nearly fell off the bed. Danny looked over at me. "What the fuck?! Get back in the closet, you little shit!" The towel fell from my crotch. My face burned. Danny knew everything all along. Mami told him everything. She probably even told him how she and Mistress had made me their slave-boy. Mami's lips curled up in a sneer. "No, I've got a better idea. Sydney's gonna be here soon for the three-some anyway so let's just make it an orgy, huh?" Mami snapped and pointed to the bed. "Here boy, here Denny, here boy." A Tarnished Trophy Ch. 04 Every time one of my schemes was foiled, I became more obedient. I saw no other choice. She might as well put my dinner plate on the floor next to the dogs' at this point. I hopped up onto the bed, anxious about what she was planning. "I like fucking you without him here, but if you want it this way, okay. It is pretty sweet how well-trained he is, though. Can I try?" "Go ahead." "Okay, boy, roll over." I stared at Danny. He wasn't Mami or Mistress. "Do as Danny says now." I complied. "Nice. What a little bitch. I've heard of being pussy-whipped, but this is insane, Mari." Even though Mami was letting Danny play with me, he was the one I hated more than ever. I despised him from day one, and he only went downhill from there. "We should get him a leash. That would be just precious. I'll have Syd bring one up when she gets here. But for now, Denny is going to do a trick I call doggy-style. I know you love doggy-style, Danny, so this trick is going to let us do it without my arms ever getting tired. Now get in the doggy position, Denny." I went on all fours, my rump sticking right at the other two. Mami assumed the same position right on top of me, putting her arms around my torso so that I was propping her up. Danny then moved in to insert himself and begin pumping away. In this position, I was essentially a table upon which Danny could fuck Mami. Her hips slapped against mine every time Danny thrust into her. Her head was just behind mine, her lips to my right ear. She moaned right against my eardrums in time with Danny -- "Oh, you fuck me so good. Do it harder. Make me cum." The two wailed as each one came, writhing around on top of me while I supported their weight. Just as they finished, Mami's cell phone rang. "Be a dear and get that for me, Danny. I'm too tired to move." I felt something drip onto my ass from Mami. She took the phone from Danny and opened it, carrying out the conversation in my ear. "Yeah, hey, Syd. Door's open. One thing I want you to do, though. Go into the closet right by the front door. There should be an extra collar and leash in there. Bring it up. Okay, see ya in a minute." Mami stuck her tongue in my ear and then said, "Hope you enjoyed that, because you have to clean up." Presently, Mistress walked into the bedroom with the collar and leash. Mami looked up. "Excellent. Put it on him, Sydney." "Oh, my. Will do. I feel like I missed something, though." "Never mind that. It's clean-up time for Denny. Get him leashed up." Mami let go of me and fell back onto the bed while I stayed in position. Mistress snapped the collar around my neck. "Now what?" she asked. "Clean-up time, like I said." Mami spread her legs in front of me, revealing her cum-filled pussy. "Oh, I see." Mistress yanked the leash toward Mami. Danny smiled at me. "Lick it all up, boy." He shoved my head right into Mami's crotch. I had no choice. A vile, salty taste filled my mouth as his juices went down. With his hand on the back of my head, Danny forced me in and out of Mami's crotch, his cum soaking my lips. He let go once the mess was cleaned. "Good boy. Now let's play some more," said Mistress. She yanked my leash until I moved to the opposite side of the bed as Danny. "Why don't we give you a nice blowjob?" Mistress stuck her tongue between the bars of my cage so it touched my shaft. The feeling of her tongue was overwhelming on my bare skin, which hadn't been touched since it had been locked up. Of course, that caused my dick to make another futile attempt to burst from the cage. It only tried harder when Mami appeared beside Mistress. Their two tongues darted into the cage and taunted my member. "Come on, sweetie, if we're gonna have a foursome, you need to get hard," Mistress said. "Yeah," agreed Mami. "Danny needs a little rest, why don't you get hard so we can have some more fun?" "But it hurts," I complained. Mistress pulled the cage toward her mouth. "Maybe you need some more help." She engulfed the device in her mouth, her tongue swirling all over the steel and flesh. I gasped. It was incredibly arousing and incredibly painful. When she let go, Mami took the cage and did the same. After passing my dick back and forth for a while, Mistress took it from her mouth and huffed. "It just won't get hard. I can see it trying but it just never gets there." "Yeah, sorry, baby. We need a hard cock to play with, and if you can't get it up, I guess we'll just have to forget about you." Mami shrugged. I couldn't reply, only grunt in pain. They had driven my cock crazier than ever. It was turning all shades of red and purple as it strained against the cage. It had expanded so much that it had filled every little bit of empty space it could and the skin seemed to be almost popping out from between the bars. I was relieved when Danny spoke. "Hey ladies, I think I've got what you're looking for." He pointed at his returned erection. "Ooh, looks like someone's ready for round two." Mami said, jumping back onto Danny. Mistress followed and the two rubbed their hands all over him. Mistress squeezed Danny's cock. "Can I try it this time?" "Sure, go ahead." And so I watched Danny fuck Mistress while she ate out Mami. Here I was, in bed with two porn stars, and not allowed to cum or have sex with them. Maybe this is what Hugh Hefner would feel like if he suddenly caught a case of erectile dysfunction. --- I hadn't even had time to fall asleep when I heard me door creak open. Someone sat down on my bed, grabbed my shoulders, and whispered in my ear, "It's me. My car isn't working, so I have to sleep over here tonight. Do you mind if I sleep with you?" It was Mistress. "Nuh-uh," I mumbled. "Good, I don't like to sleep alone." She embraced me, her hands running over my chest. Then they found my wrists and locked them into the restraint nearest the wall. She repeated the process on my feet. "Hey, what are you doing?" "I'm still kinda horny, baby, sleeping next to you and all." Something was poking me in the butt. She giggled. "You gave me a boner." "What's that? Against my ass?" "Just this." Plastic pushed its way in between my lips. I could taste feminine fluid on it. It was the strap-on! It found its way out of my mouth back to my rear. The tip touched the opening of my ass. "Don't put that there." "Don't worry, baby. Just be calm and it'll go better for both of us." The plastic head slipped into my opening. "Ah! Oh no!" I yelped. My ass clenched, not enjoying the feeling of being invaded. Mistress stuffed my blanket into my mouth. "Shh. Just calm down. Don't tighten up like that." I let my muscles loosen, but the process was slow as it felt so unnatural. Mistress ran her hands through my hair. "I know. You're a virgin, aren't you? I'll make your first fuck good. I'll screw you nice and gentle." I shuddered as another inch or so pushed into my ass. This was far bigger than Mami's fingers. Every time Mistress pushed, I would clench and have to force myself to unclench again. Soon I was filled by the entire length of the dildo. The pain increased when Mistress began to fuck me in a steady rhythm, increasing her speed. She was moaning in my ear -- she must have been fingering herself as she thrust. After some time, the pain receded somewhat, but the sensation of being filled still made me shiver. Then the light flicked on. I shut my eyes. Mami's voice came from the doorway. "Ooh, Sydney, nice idea." "Yeah, it was fun breaking his cherry. Do you want to give it a go?" Mami spooned me from behind, replacing Mistress. The same plastic still pushed into my ass, though. As Mami fucked me, she said "Oh, you naughty girl. That feels nice." Mistress must have been playing with Mami. Mami's thrusting grew harder, even more so than Mistress's. My yells were stifled by the blanket. Mami was driving into me as hard as she could, tearing my ass apart. "Yeah, it's so good, Denny. I love your little ass. Now you know what it feels like to be fucked. Isn't it so nice?" "You wanna cum, Mari?" "Yes, make me cum right in Denny's ass. You hear that? I'm gonna cum inside you, boy." Mami's hips slapped against my skin. I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter as Mami unleashed an orgasmic bellow. Her thrusting came to a stop and the pain let up for now. --- "Time for a shower, Denny." Mistress yanked on my leash. "We all need one after last night." I followed Mistress toward my bathroom. My gait was thrown off from the lingering soreness in my ass. When she opened the bathroom door, I saw Danny in my shower unleashing a stream of piss onto the floor. "Hey, what the hell?" Danny finished taking his piss and opened the shower door. "Oh, sorry, bro. Mari told me she didn't want me messing up her shower so I should come in here. I also used your toothbrush 'cause I forgot mine. Hope you don't mind, bro." He held out the toothbrush. I took it, growled, snapped it in half, and threw it in the garbage. "Be nice, Denny," Mistress chided and pulled on my leash. "Now get in the shower." Mistress led me into the shower, stepping in behind me. Danny slapped her ass. "Well, if you're gonna be in here, I don't think I can control myself." "Horny already, Danny? Nothing wrong with a little shower sex, I guess." It was crowded in the stall with three people inside, so Mistress stood me against the wall. She squirted some soap on her hands and lathered up the front of her body. "Here, we'll take care of two things at once. Get inside me, Danny." Danny did so while Mistress took her soapy boobs in her hands. She used her tits to spread the foam over my chest and stomach. Danny gave a great thrust that drove her body forward, pressing it against mine. She squeezed me between herself and the wall, her enormous silicon mounds compressed against me. "Fuck, your cock is so good." Mistress had begun her porn star act and proceeded to wail and writhe against me in pleasure, interjecting about how good she was getting fucked every once in a while. "You know, Denny, if you just signed that damned piece of paper, we wouldn't have to be here right now," said Danny between grunts. "If you signed it, you would be getting some fine pussy like me. But I guess you just wanna watch me fuck your stepmother and your mistress all the time." I stood silent while Danny smirked at me and Mistress moaned into my face. Her tongue rolled out of her mouth and lapped at my chin. "Omigod, I'm gonna cum!" She bit down on my shoulder and screamed in ecstasy. I screamed with her, but in pain. I couldn't move as Danny plowed into her one last time and kept her forced against me. "I'm filling your pussy up!" Danny shouted. Mistress chomped harder. By the time she let up, Danny had finished as well. Trickles of blood ran from my shoulder. "Oh, look at that." said Mistress. "I'm sorry, sometimes when I cum really hard, I just need to bite something. Here, you can wash it off." She handed me the shower head. I sprayed the blood from my shoulder. The water washed the remaining soap off our bodies as well. "While you're doing that, you might as well get us cleaned up," said Danny, removing his cock from Mistress and pointing it at me through her legs. "Here, wash my dick, then wash her." I sighed and spritzed the cum off of Danny's wilting erection. Then I took the shower head and pointed it into Mistress's pussy. "No, no, no." Danny took my free hand and stuffed it into her opening. "You're not gonna get it all out like that. You gotta scoop it out." Danny used my fingers to scrape the cum from the walls of Mistress's vagina. She giggled and said, "Ooh, I like that. Feels good." Mistress moaned as Danny's juices dripped out of her. She leaned against me. "So good, think I'm gonna cum again." She bit my shoulder, then backed off after a second and looked up at me, smiling. "Just kidding." --- I dropped by the pharmacy on my way home from school to pick up another toothbrush. When I walked by the display of condoms, I noticed a shelf full of little bottles next to it. Penis desensitizing cream, for men who had problems with premature ejaculation. I could use that to keep my dick from hurting itself every time it tried to get hard inside the cage. I grabbed some and walked up to the counter with my toothbrush and anti-boner cream in hand. Fuck, it was the cute cashier from last time, when Mami had tied the vibrator to me. She gave me a knowing smile as she rang up the items. I got home, took off my clothes, and put on my collar and leash as was protocol. I decided to test the stuff out and slathered some of the cream on through the cage. The cool sensation was getting me hard, something that was clearly easy to do these days. It hurt at first, but my penis became numb after a few minutes. Now I had a sensationless penis trapped in a cage. What good was the thing anymore? --- "Aw, did Mistress give you a boo-boo?" Mami said as she tore off the bandage. "Ow! You don't have to change it, Mami, really. I just put that on this morning." She kissed around Mistress's bite marks then slapped a new band-aid on it. "You know, honey, I think we've been a little harsh to you lately. But it's for a good reason. I want you to see the difference between Mami when she doesn't get what she wants and when she does." She pulled off her shirt and dropped her pants to reveal an outfit that had my cage rattling in seconds. One long red sash ran from her back and twisted into a bow at the front that covered her breasts. A slightly smaller one made a bow covering her pussy. "Do you like it? I did a Christmas shoot today and I thought it was just the cutest little thing." "Yeah, I said, entranced. "But I thought you weren't modeling--" "Shh." She put her finger over my lips. "Denny, I want you to think of me as a present. You're giving yourself the present of nice, sweet Mami if you sign the deed." She sat down on the couch next to me, caressing my cheek. "I want to give you a taste of that. I want to show you what you'll get. Now kiss me. I want you to kiss me like you love me, like you would kiss Dina." I was taken aback by her strange request, but I couldn't deny her puckered lips that hovered inches from mine. Our mouths met, then our tongues. She pulled me close, running her fingers down my back. I quivered in her arms. It was a lover's kiss, one that put any other I had known to shame. It was strangely convincing; so much so that I couldn't stop kissing her. After a good ten minutes, she got off the couch and leaned over to unbuckle my collar. "There's a little taste of freedom for you." She ran her hand down to my cage. "Unfortunately, he has to stay in there for now." She offered up the end of the ribbon on her chest. "Now unwrap your present, Denny. Unwrap me." I gave a few light tugs until the ribbon unraveled and fell to the floor. I did the same to the other ribbon. It felt as if I were looking at Mami's body for the first time. She reached into the pocket of her discarded jeans, pulled out the hollow dildo, and strapped it over my cage. She lay down on the opposite end of the sofa and spread her legs. "Make love to me, baby." I climbed on top of her. I fucked her so gently, the same way I wanted to fuck Dina. She kissed me between thrusts, the same way I imagined Dina would. "Cum in me, baby. I know you've been waiting so long for it." "What? I can't do that." "Just cum, Denny. Think of how incredible it'll feel after so long. Then do it. Release." I thrust harder. "I'm cumming!" I yelled, faking orgasmic moans, which turned into ones of pain. The desensitizing cream had worn off and the feeling of steel returned. I collapsed onto Mami, who kissed me again. "Don't you want that to be for real?" I nodded. She responded by slapping my ass. "Now get back to work on my pussy, boy. You still owe me two more orgasms today." --- There was a trail of rose petals leading down the stairs. They led all the way to the dining hall right to my chair at the table. I sat down, waiting for my curiosity to be satisfied. Mami came through the kitchen door holding our breakfast plates. She always served breakfast in sexy get-ups since she took ownership of my cock. But today's nearly made me fall out of my chair. Mami was dressed in all white. White veil, white corset, white shoulder-length gloves, white panties, white stockings. She hummed the Wedding March as she walked to my side of the table. She put my breakfast down in front of me. Throwing back her veil, she sat in my lap. "I've been thinking, Denny, maybe we could solve this by getting married. Then we could both get what we want." "Married?" I pictured the two of us walking down the aisle, Mami leading me toward the altar on my leash. "Do you, Dennis Kruppke, take this woman to be your lawful mistress, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, to obey her and worship her until the day she divorces you to collect alimony?" I shook my head no at the priest until the image flew from my mind. "Don't be so difficult. It'll be a marriage of love. You love this." She pushed my head into her cleavage. After pulling it out, she reached into my wallet that was sitting on the table and pulled out all the money. "And I love this." She stuffed the bills into her corset. That was the last of the money in my account. "By the way, I've changed my mind about Dina. I want you to invite her for dinner tonight. We're going to play some fun little games together. And if you don't sign the deed by the end of the night, I might just let it slip that we've been screwing." "No, don't bring Dina into this!" "You have no choice but to bring her here. I know that the last of your pocket change is sitting between my tits right now. I keep track of your account and your purchases. And I happened to find out that you bought this." She pulled my stethoscope from underneath a place mat. "These things only work on old safes. I knew you were trying to break it, but I figured I'd let you go down a dead-end for a while. But I think it's time to put an end to all your little attempts at resistance." The stethoscope broke apart like a wishbone in her hands. "Me and my pussy are the only things you love from now on. Now proclaim your love for me, Denny. Tell Mami you love her." The broken pieces of the stethoscope might as well have been my hopes for escape. "I love you, Mami." "That's so good to hear. Dina will hear it too unless you decide to be a good boy and sign the deed. But what can she give you that I can't? I mean, imagine how jealous all your friends would be when they see your porn star wife. I wouldn't be surprised if you just happened to proclaim your love for me right in front of Dina anyway. Know what I mean?" "Yes, Mami." "Good. You may kiss the bride." She pressed her lips against mine and forced her tongue down my throat. A Tarnished Trophy Ch. 05 "I would like to stay, Mari, but I've got a shoot tonight," said Mistress. "All right, have fun Syd." "You have fun with him, too." Mistress squeezed my balls. She turned and walked out, her breasts almost popping out of her mini-dress. Seeing her next to Mami, who was in a red evening gown, highlighted the difference between the two. No matter what she wore, Mistress always looked like the porn star she was. But Mami looked elegant in her dress, like a movie star rather than a porn star. "Now go pick up Dina for dinner," said Mami. She popped off my collar and let me get dressed. I drove to the dorm to pick up Dina. I was silent on the drive home while Dina went on about how excited she was to meet my stepmother and how she was even more excited that we'd get to fuck tonight. Five million dollars. What beasts money had made of us. Would I be Mami's pet for years to come? Was she going to do something to Dina? Was I going to let her come between me and Dina? I was getting more depressed by the second. I only had one more night to think of a way to get myself out of this situation, or I'd either lose my inheritance or become Mami's slave and lose Dina. All this swirling in my head on top of Dina's dirty talk was keeping me from thinking straight at all. When we got back home, I led Dina into the dining room. Mami walked into the room, oven mitts on, carrying a tray of lasagna. "Hi, Mrs.–" "You can just call me Mari. You must be Dina." Mami smiled. "Yes." She looked Mami over. "Oh, I didn't know this was a formal thing. I would have dressed up...." "No, don't worry about it, I just like putting on something nice for guests." Mami bent over to place the lasagna on the table, showing off her cleavage. The two made small talk for a while until Danny walked in. My stomach churned at the sight of him. Before she served dinner, Mami pulled me aside to take me to the bathroom. She sat me on the toilet and pulled my pants down. "You're going to get a little break tonight." She flashed a key and stuck it into the lock on the cage. The front piece of the cage fell loose. She took it off and opened the ring around my balls. When it released, my member decided to stretch its legs. It grew to full erection in no more than a few seconds. It was the first time in a week it had been allowed to do that. I sighed as all the pressure from the cage was alleviated. Mami leaned forward and planted tickling kisses up the bottom of my shaft. Pre-cum was already trickling from my head. "I'm not afraid to let him out, because I know you'll be fucking me tonight and not Dina." She dressed me again and walked me back to the dining room. We sat down to eat. I stayed silent for the most part, knowing that time was running out. Mami, Danny, and Dina, however, made it seem as if this were just a normal dinner party. My nerves hit a new high when I peeled back a layer of the lasagna to find little blue granules. I had only had the one glass of wine Mami poured me in hopes that it would calm me just enough to think straight. But by the time dessert came, I felt half-drunk. By the time it was over, I was wasted. Mami took one last bite of her cake and walked over to Dina. She whispered something in her ear. "Oh, Mari, that's so naughty." Dina was slurring her words, as if she were drunk as well. She got up and walked over to me, whispering in my ear, "We're going to play spin the bottle." "Dina, what?" "Oh, come on, it'll be fun. And it'll get us in the mood for, you know." Dina pulled me from my seat, prodding me toward the living room. Mami walked by holding the empty wine bottle. Danny followed. I knew Mami's plan was about to kick into full swing, but I felt helpless to do anything about it. While Dina pulled me into the next room, another head rush hit me. It felt like the moment the doctor puts the laughing gas mask over your face just before surgery. Mami definitely put something in our drinks. Dazed, I sat down Indian style on the living room carpet. We were arranged in a circle, Danny to my left, Mami to my right, and Dina sandwiched between them. "Danny, why don't you go first?" He spun and the bottle landed on Dina. He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her in for the kiss. "Get your hands off her." At least I hope that's what I said. My tongue was merely flapping in my mouth. I wanted to get up and deck that asshole but once I sat down, I felt heavy, as if bolted to the floor. "Just a kiss, bro." He pinched Dina's cheeks with one hand while the other drew her head in. I threw up a little in my mouth when their lips met. She seemed completely out of it. She didn't even flinch as Danny grabbed her ass and slapped it. His hands moved up to her chest and groped at her tits. She grabbed his wrists and gave a weak tug. It failed to stop him from feeling her up even harder. Her hands rest on his, seeming to guide his squeezing. As his fingers brushed over her nipples, they became erect. Please, tell me she's not getting turned on. "Hands off, bastard," I sputtered. Danny ignored me and tugged on Dina's nipples through her shirt. Mami finally broke them up. Dina leaned back against the foot of the couch, her breathing ragged and her face flushed. Mami handed her the bottle. She spun and it landed on me. Dina got up on her knees to move forward and she toppled toward me, her lips landing on mine. Her tongue wavered around out of control. After a few sloppy kisses, Mami called out, "That's no fun. He's your boyfriend, do something a little more saucy with him. I know, kiss his cock. Get him worked up for you tonight." "Oh-kay." Dina seemed to be struggling with motor control even more than me. She fell face first into my lap and searched for my zipper. "No, Dina. Don't play her game. Don't–" Too late. She had extricated my shaft. "So hard...already. We're gonna have fun tonight." She sucked the little patch of skin just under my head. Her lips brushed over every inch of my cock. I leaked fluid onto her face – I couldn't help it. The Viagra and weeks of denial had turned it into some grotesque deformity that constantly wrested control from the rational part of my mind. The heaviness of my arms saved me from falling any further into Mami's trap, though. Paralysis was creeping up my body. Dina let me go and went back to her seat. Mami took her turn. The bottle pointed at Dina. "Look at that." She ran her hands through Dina's hair. "Have you ever kissed another girl before? Wanna try it?" "We have to kiss? I never done this...just a little...nervous...." "It's okay, it'll be really fun." "If you say–" Dina's words were cut off by Mami planting her lips on my girlfriend's. "No, no," I said, struggling just to speak. God, no, the fantasy was coming true. The scenario was something out of a porno, but I couldn't enjoy it knowing that Mami's goal was to destroy our relationship. The sounds of smacking lips and guttural vocalizations came from the two as their kiss deepened. Dina's eyes shut and Mami's hand moved toward her blouse. Mami made short work of the buttons and shucked the shirt. She caressed Dina's bare stomach on her way down to the button on her jeans. The button came undone and the zipper unzipped, allowing Mari's hands to sneak into her pants down her hips. Dina broke the kiss. "No, it feels so good Mari. But...I can't...I don't do...other girls." "Shh, just let me handle it," said Mami. "I'll make you feel better than you've ever felt." Dina fell back against the couch, her arms slipping from Mami's shoulders. Mami held her up with one hand, kissing her neck, while the other worked its way deeper into her jeans. The hand in Dina's pants shifted up and down. "You're touching...down there...didn't think it would feel...can't feel, can't feel my arms. Can't move. Can't." Dina exhaled in time with Mari's movements. "Stop. What did...do to her?" I wasn't even sure which words had made it out of my mouth at that point. I just had to try, somehow, to get them to stop. Mami turned to Danny. "Help me get her pants off." She lifted Dina's hips, allowing Danny to pull on her pant legs and tug her jeans off. Dina's white cotton panties were exposed. Mami's hand stretched the front of them out as her fingers worked faster. "Feel...good...gonna...." Dina's voice had hit the highest register it could as she panted those words. She let out one final yelp and her body gave one last quiver before it went limp in Mami's arm. "Fuck, she's out. Okay, remember the backup plan," Mami said to Danny as if I couldn't hear her. My head rolled back. I stared at the ceiling, not knowing what to do or think. I was shoved back into the nightmare by Mami's hand, which forced my head forward. What I saw made me choke. Danny had unclasped Dina's bra and was pulling it from her chest. Once it had been removed, he yanked her panties down. "See that? If you don't sign this," said Mami, forcing my head down further so I could see the deed in her hand. "Your girlfriend is going to have Danny's cock inside of her instead of Denny's." "Fuck...get hands...off her," was all I could spit out. Danny spread her legs and sat between them. He ran his hands up her hips, over her stomach, and onto her breasts. Those grubby hands of his groped her. That foul tongue of his swirled around her nipple. His lips drew it into his mouth. His pants were undone, his repulsive erection sticking out. He drew her closer so that the thing pressed against her lips. Danny stopped sucking on Dina's tit so he could speak. "Look, man, just sign it. Just do it. You don't wanna see me fuck your girlfriend." "He's right, Denny. Please, sign it. Protect Dina. Don't do this to her." "You...bastard. Let her go. Pieces...of shit." That was all I could get out. "Look, Denny. I'll give you two minutes to sign, or Dina's gonna get her innocent little pussy fucked so hard it'll never be the same." Mami tweaked my head, staring up at me with a stone-cold look. She brought forth another burst of pre-cum with her fondling. Despite the fact that I was drugged up, I was still disgusted at myself for being so aroused. Danny was groping every inch of Dina. He feasted on her breasts and fondled her ass. He was laying almost on top of her, thrusting his hips so that his head parted her lips just so that the very end of the tip slipped in and out. I knew there was no fucking around anymore. "One minute," Mari warned. Danny grabbed Dina's tits and used them to prop himself up. His bulb pulsated at her entrance and then leaked its fluids all over. He turned to me again. "Just sign it, kid. You don't wanna make me do this." This couldn't happen to Dina. Even if she was unconscious, even if she never knew, I could never live it down. She didn't deserve this. I croaked out the one key word: "Sign." Danny let Dina go, looking relieved. Mami shoved a pen into my fingers. I tried putting it to the paper, but it slipped out of my hand. She placed it back in my hand, but I lost it again. Even though I wanted to sign, my arm was too heavy to lift, and I couldn't physically do it. "Come on, just do it. Don't fuck around, or Danny and Dina are going back on their date." I didn't know what to do, so I did the only thing I could. I closed my eyes and let my head loll forward. "Shit! He's gone too! I must have made the dose too high," came Mari's voice. "Christ! You didn't kill them did you?" "No, they're fine, look. Fine." Danny groaned and I heard his body sink into the couch. "Goddamn, this is sick! This is some fucked up shit you got me involved in, Mari. We're lucky he passed out. I didn't want to do anything to his girlfriend. Shit, I make pornos, but I don't fucking rape little girls!" "Shut up, Danny! He was gonna sign it, he wasn't gonna let you do anything to her." "This is still some fucked up shit, Mari. You're puttin' 'em through all this shit. Man, all I had to do was get one of my guys to put a little pressure on him, ya know? He woulda cracked like that." "I don't want any of your goons involved in this. This has to be clean. I do it this way and he can't do shit. He can't claim the thing was forged and he can't call the cops on your little mob friends. Clean, we get the money clean." "But, shit, we're here playin' with his girlfriend in front of him, that's probably gonna get him pissed enough to go to the cops." "No, if they're already out, they're not gonna remember shit from tonight anyway. Now help me carry them upstairs." Mari's arms lifted me from the chair with some difficulty. "God, he's heavy." "What for?" "Well, our first two plans failed, so we're gonna make it look like Dina slept with you. I'm gonna put Denny back in his cage and tell him he agreed to sign the deed tomorrow." Now that my eyes were closed, I wasn't having trouble faking sleep in Mami's arms, but staying awake. I repeated everything they said in my head, trying to hold on to it. I could tell she was carrying me up the stairs now. "All right, so all I gotta do now is just sleep next to this girl?" "Yeah, that's it. Just pretend you fucked her when these two wake up in the morning." "Okay. But this shit did get me kinda horny, I have to admit. Why don't we have a little fun before bed?" "Fuck, Danny, I'm tired and a bit drunk myself. I just wanna go to bed and get this over with." I tried to stay alert, but I slipped into unconsciousness. --- When I awoke, Mami and I were naked in the master bedroom. I could feel the pressure of the cage on my cock again. She looked sound asleep. I picked her arm off my chest and crept out of bed. The digital clock glowed red – just past midnight. It had only been an hour or so since I passed out. If she had spiked our drinks with roofies, it must have had less of an effect on me because of my tolerance from the Valium. We had to escape. I crept down the hall and saw the other two in the guest bedroom. Danny slept clutching Dina's backside to him. I moved into the doorway, preparing to take Dina away. But he rustled under the sheets, then opened his eyes. I stood back out of sight. Danny grumbled and pulled the sheets down. "Can't sleep with this boner." His erection was pressed between Dina's cheeks. "Fucking Mari. You're not helping any either, little girl. Here we go, just a quick one." He rolled Dina onto her stomach and mounted her, alternating between stroking himself and squeezing his rod with her ass. I wanted to beat the shit out of him. However, I knew I couldn't do anything to jeopardize Dina's safety. I wanted us to make a clean getaway. He aimed his shaft lower, pressing against her lips with the tip of his cock. "You're still wet," he whispered. Now I was having doubts. I wasn't sure I could watch him go that far. "Fuck," he said, straightening his body. "This is so wrong." He went back to jerking himself to my relief. He grunted as he shot onto Dina's ass and up her back. Little fucking pervert. Disgusted, I turned to go downstairs. I had to wait for him to fall asleep anyway. My head was pounding. It was as if I were simultaneously hung-over and still drunk. Coffee or Gatorade or Ibuprofen would help. I went down to the kitchen, deciding to combine all three. I sat at the table, sipping my coffee, trying not to think about Dina getting molested by Danny. I noticed my collar had been put back on, so I popped it off. After I sobered up a bit, I figured enough time had passed. I peered back in. It seemed he was actually attempting to sleep now. But I had to be safe. I waited until I heard a snore before I moved into the room. Once I had extricated Dina from Danny's arms, I carried her downstairs to the bathroom. The way Dina looked was repugnant. She was lifeless in my arms. Her head hung back, her mouth open, white cream still visible on her back. I ripped some toilet paper from the roll and dabbed down her back to her ass, where a few streaks were still running. I checked her pussy just in case. Clean. Danny was a prick, but at least he still had some standards. I turned her around. "Oh, Dina, I'm so sorry I let them do this." I kissed her unresponsive lips. Dina was still sticky from her own sweat and Danny's filthy goo. I wet a towel and ran the moist side down her once followed by the dry side. I carried her into the living room to get her dressed. All our clothes were heaped on the floor. Once we were clothed, I dragged her out to the garage. As I pulled out of the driveway, I fished her cell phone from her pocket, searching for her roommate's name. What was it, Sam? I saw a Samantha and dialed the number. "Hello?" "Hi. This is Dina's boyfriend, Dennis. She, uh, had a little too much tonight and I need you to open your room for me." "Can't she just stay at your place?" "Can't explain now. I'll call you when I get there." I hung up. When I got to the dorm and carried Dina up to the entrance, I got strange stares from a group of girls hanging out by the door. I pulled out her phone and dialed Sam again. In a minute, the door opened. "Oh my god! Is she okay?" Sam almost shrieked. "Yeah, she just fell asleep. She'll be fine. I'll watch her." "All right. I was just heading over to the frats anyway, so I left our door open." "Thanks, see ya." We parted and I carried Dina back to her room. I removed her shirt and jeans and dressed her in a pajama top and shorts. Laying her down on the bed, I positioned myself next to her. I stroked her hair, her face, her hands, as if she wouldn't be safe if I took my hands away. I kissed the nape of her neck. A tear ran from my eye and dripped onto her skin. My mind had only been able to concentrate on getting her away from the house. Now that we were safe, my mind raced. I was sweating from nerves. What was Mami going to do to me, or us, when she woke up? --- I opened my eyes to find myself in total darkness. I tried to move, but quickly found out that my hands and legs were chained to the wall. The light flicked on. I was in my basement. Mami stood in front of me, waving the deed in my face. Danny was standing behind her, holding Dina, whose hands were tied. We were all nude. "Now are you gonna sign this or is Dina gonna get it?" I tried to shout "I'll sign! I'll sign!" but I lost my voice. I couldn't make a damn sound. "All right, looks like your girlfriend's gonna take it in every hole tonight." I screamed, but no sound came from my mouth, only a hoarse rasping. Danny slipped between Dina's bound wrists and picked her up by the ass, letting her legs hand around his waist. Dina yelled, "What are you doing, Denny? Sign the fucking deed! Don't let them– No!" Danny's dick slid into her. He pounded against her hips while her legs flailed helplessly. Mami walked up behind her, adjusting a strap-on. "No, don't put that in me!" Dina screamed as the strap-on sunk into her ass. The two alternated thrusts, keeping her jammed between their two bodies. "Oh god, it hurts! Help me, Dennis!" Danny muffled her mouth. "It's all your fault this is happening." Mami gave a forceful ram into Dina's ass. "Yeah, all your fault that I'm stretching out your girlfriend's tight little ass right now." Danny's hips accelerated. "Fuck yeah, I'm gonna cum right in your girlfriend's pussy, Denny." He panted. "Shit, here it comes, all over her pussy!" --- I woke with a start. Sweat dripped from my temples. I was holding Dina. I was in her room. Thank fuck, it was just a nightmare. But one that had almost come true. I had to put an end to this. No more Mami, no more Mistress, no more Danny. She wasn't my goddamned Mami. I shook my head in disbelief. I had let myself get sucked into Mari's games for more than a month. I had let her turn me into her dog – she had me walking around the house on a leash, for fuck's sake. How could I have let all this shit happen? A Tarnished Trophy Ch. 05 No time for angst, I thought. I definitely remembered Danny saying something about having connections with the mob. This was some dangerous shit – maybe it was time to go to the cops, no matter how humiliating it would be and no matter how ridiculous the situation sounded. Dina rustled in my arms, opening her eyes. "My room?" She twisted to look at me. "What happened, Dennis? What's going on?" I couldn't bear to tell her what happened last night if she had blacked it out. "You just had a little too much to drink, Dee." "Oh, shit. My head is killing me. I can't believe I did that. I don't remember last night at all – I've never had that much before." "Don't worry, just rest." I kissed her cheek. "Hey, did we actually get to, you know, last night?" "It's okay, just rest." "We didn't then, did we?" She rolled over to face me. "Look, my roommate's gone." I noticed a crusty white glob in her ear. How the fuck did Danny manage to get some in there? I stuck my tongue into her ear to clean it out so she wouldn't see it later. She giggled. "We must have done something, 'cause I'm kinda wet. I bet you're kinda hard too, sleeping next to me all night." She undid the button on my pants. I jerked back. "Come on, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." She squeezed my cage through my pants. "Shit, you're hard as steel. Or is that your cell phone in your pocket?" I sat up and jumped to the other end of the bed. "What's with you lately? Are you hiding something? Is that rash something bad?" "No, nothing at all." "Come on, lemme see it!" She pounced on me, her finger pulling the zipper tab down. "Dina, no!" She was too fast. My pants were undone and the cage was exposed. Dina gasped. "What the fuck is this?!" I froze. I had to tell her now. I had to tell her that my step-mother had tortured me for weeks and locked my dick up in this cage so I would sign over the money. It must have sounded crazy, but I told her the story, leaving out the more humiliating details and stopping before the events of last night. Her mouth gaped the entire time and remained that way when I was done talking. The fact that I had Dina on my side, though, made me feel lighter. "Holy shit, Dennis. We gotta do something. This is fucking insane!" "I know, but what are we gonna do?" "I dunno, call the cops!" "Will they believe us?" "I dunno, I dunno. But we have to do something." "If we had some hard proof...." "Hey, you said she had some kind of device that could find hidden cameras, right?" "Yeah." She hopped into her chair by her desk and booted up her computer. "I know I've seen one of those before. Red lights, right?" I nodded. "My uncle's a cop. I remember him showing something to me like that, saying how he found some perv's hidden cameras in a dressing room once." She clicked around for a few minutes. "Come over here. Is this it?" "Yeah, that looks like it." "Camera Finder. Look, it works by detecting light reflecting off the lens of the camera." "All right, so?" "So, that means if you put a camera behind a reflective surface, like a one-way mirror or something, she won't see it." I thought for a moment. "Yeah, then I could pretend to sign the deed in front of the camera. That's it! You're brilliant, Dee!" I hugged her and gave her a deep kiss. --- I sat in my car outside the student union. I stifled a victory yell as Dina returned carrying two boxes. The internet had come through for us again – Dina bought the mirror and camera online for me and had it Fed Ex'ed overnight. She opened the back door and put the boxes on the floor. "Good luck," she said, closing the door. She walked over to the driver's side. "Gimme a call when it's done." --- Mari's car wasn't in the driveway. I opened the door to find Danny's dogs humping on the floor in front of me. "Get the fuck outta here." I kicked Terry and the dogs whimpered. I took the boxes up to my room. I replaced the mirror that was propped up against the wall with the one-way mirror and taped the camera behind it. Finally, I had the upper hand on Mari. An hour later, everything was set. I watched TV, naked and collared, waiting for Mari. I knew she had come in when I heard "Where the fuck have you been?!" I had to suppress the urge to laugh right in her face. I had to seem apologetic and willing to give in to her demands. "Oh, Mami, there you are. I'm so sorry. But while I was away, I decided that you can have the money." "Is that so?" "Yes, really, please. I can't take it anymore. Just stop torturing me." Mari's expression was severe, but she looked as if she were containing the broadest grin she had ever allowed to come across her face. "Oh, I'm so glad you're finally being sensible, Denny. I'll go get the deed."