53 comments/  52943 views/  14 favorites

Allocation

By: edrider73



Thanks to Linda62953 for first editing and improving this story.

Special thanks to editor extraordinaire LovelyAnon for later fixes and suggestions to make it much better.

Further thanks to Hockey25 for additional suggestions that improved it. 

*

Nelson was Mr. Cool -- until he discovered who stole his wife.

What attracted women to him was what finally drove Gelsey away. In college, she had succumbed like the other girls. Unlike most boys his age, he didn't need constant ego stroking and attention. He never took anything seriously, including himself. Nothing ever bothered him.

They ran into each other again a few years after college. He was the top salesman for the software company where she headed the testing department. They dated and drifted into marriage. He knew Gelsey was more passionate about everything than he was, but he was fine with that.

They hardly ever had words. She catered to him, and that was okay with him. In bed, she knew what he liked and did it for him. He never remembered what she liked, but when she reminded him, he was cool with doing it.

On business trips, he sometimes had one-night stands, not because he was looking for them, but because his nonchalance was like a magnet for both women clients and women that he'd meet in hotels. The women always understood that it was just for the night, because he didn't care about anything, including a relationship. Gelsey wouldn't have been happy to learn about these encounters, so he kept them secret, but they meant so little to him that he didn't even feel guilty about cheating.

When Gelsey told him one day she had had enough, he wasn't upset. She said that she needed more emotional nourishment than he was giving her and had found someone else to provide what she had been missing. He shrugged politely. Divorce? Sure. No problem. What did it really matter?

She told him that since they didn't have kids, the divorce should be easy. Though state law said she was entitled to 50 per cent of everything, she figured out that he brought in 60 per cent of the income, so she told her lawyer to ask for an allocation of only 40 per cent of what they had together. Her lawyer thought she was crazy, and his lawyer thought the same thing but told him to shut up and not do anything to upset her, until the decree.

They continued to live together until the divorce was final, with him sleeping in the guest room. The settlement day was three weeks away when a friend needled him while they were eyeing girls at a bar.

"How does it feel to lose your wife to another woman?" his friend asked.

"What are you talking about?" Nelson replied. 

"You know, Linda," said his friend.

"Linda who?" asked Nelson.

"I don't know her last name. I mean the woman your wife is -- I'm sorry. I thought you --."

His friend stopped in mid-sentence as he looked at Nelson. He had known Nelson for years, and had never seen him get angry or upset. But the man in front of him was turning purple. His eyes were steely, and his nostrils were flaring like an angry bull's. Nelson didn't say another word, but he slammed his drink down on the bar, turned around on his stool, jumped off and began striding toward the exit. As the crowd caught sight of the murderous expression on his face, it parted like the Red Sea to let him through.

Gelsey was watching television when he got home, but he took the remote, turned it off, and then stood there glaring at her. She was astonished. She had never seen his face like that in all the years she had known him.

"What is it, Nelson?" she asked. "What's wrong?"

He sputtered for a while before he could get any words out. "Who's Linda?" he snarled.

She started when she heard the name. "You never asked me anything, Nelson, so I thought you didn't want to know," she said. "Besides I know you are a bit homophobic about gay men, and I wasn't sure how you'd feel about a gay woman. Since I'm the one who's leaving you, I didn't want to rub your face in it."

"You're leaving me for a lesbian?" he said angrily. "She doesn't even have a dick. You aren't a lesbian. A lesbian wouldn't want me to do the things to you that you ask me for."

"You're being awfully crude about it, Nelson," Gelsey said. "I don't know what I am. All I know is that I've been living with lukewarm for a long time, but then somebody made me realize that I preferred hot. It happened to be Linda.

"Our emotional connection is just as strong as our sexual connection. Unlike you and me, Linda and I even fight sometimes, and I love it when we do, because then we make up, and it's even more exciting. I feel like I have real blood in my veins now, not ice.

"I'm not complaining about our years together, Nelson. You are who you are, and I knew what you were when we got married. This is not about me hating you or betraying you. I'm sure you'll soon find another woman who is more compatible."

She looked at him and saw that he hadn't calmed down. She felt sorry for him. When she and Linda had discussed her asking for a divorce, she had assured Linda there would be no problem. Nelson would take it in stride, just like he did everything else. The last thing she expected was for him to react this way.

"It's disgusting," he finally spat out. "You're not in your right mind. How can you let one of those ugly rug munchers touch you? They make my skin crawl. I know I'm not perfect, but at least I'm a man. You are making a big mistake. You're going to ruin your life."

"Nelson, I'm going to forgive all the horrible things you're saying, because I see you're drunk," said Gelsey, "I know this comes from your mother deserting you when you were 10 and you finding out as a teenager that she ran off with another woman. It turned your father and then you into closet homophobes. You hide it well at work and in social situations, but I know how uncomfortable you feel around them. I've told you this before, Nelson, but you won't listen. Not all gay people are monsters. They are the same as you or me. The only difference is they don't love a different sex.

"I'm sure there are gay men who are just as emotionally stunted as you are -- and lesbians, too. But Linda is not one of those. She's vibrant and full of life. When I'm with her, I feel like I'm completely alive in full color after years of living in shades of gray."

"You are talking nonsense, Gelsey," he said. "I'm not a gay man, and you are not a lesbian. They are not like us, and they should stick to their own kind, and we should stick to ours."

"That's enough, Nelson," said Gelsey. "I'm not discussing this anymore. In all the time I've known you, I've never seen you so worked up. You know, except for what you say, it's exciting to see you fly off the handle like this instead going along with everything. I wish I had inspired that kind of emotion before. But now, it's too late.

"I'm going upstairs, and I suggest you call it a night, too. You'll be embarrassed tomorrow morning when you remember how serious you got, and then you'll have a good laugh, because, as you always tell me, it's all nothing in the big scheme of things." 

She went upstairs to their bedroom, but Nelson wasn't in any mood to go to the guest room. He went to the cabinet in the living room, selected a bottle and brought it back to the kitchen. He poured himself a glass, and then a few more. An hour later, he still wasn't feeling any better, but he stood up anyway, although it was difficult.

He turned toward the guest room, but then he looked at the stairs. He stared at them for minute while he held onto the kitchen table. Then he aimed himself at the stairs and staggered to them. He held onto the railing and sat down.

It took him ten minutes to remove his socks and shoes and fifteen more minutes until he was naked, with his clothes in a pile at his feet. He looked down and saw that he was aroused and his penis was standing straight out. Alcohol isn't going to keep me from saving Gelsey, he thought.

He began climbing the stairs. He'd put one foot on a stair, and then bring the other one up to the stair slowly while holding the rail tightly. It took him a long time to get to the top. Once there, he turned off all the lights. When he opened the door to their bedroom, his eyes were accustomed to the dark, and he could see Gelsey's form under the sheets. He slowly shuffled his feet across the floor until he stood over her.

She was lying on her back, and the sheet was at her waist. She was wearing one of her light nightgowns, and Nelson knew she usually didn't wear anything under it. She was in a deep sleep. Nelson wondered what she was dreaming about. Could it be her lesbian lover? He had to wake her up from that nightmare.

He slowly pulled the sheet off her and down the bed until she was uncovered. Her nightgown had ridden up her body, and her shapely legs were exposed. He drew in a breath. She was beautiful. He had never seen her like this before. In the dim light, she was like a work of art. Why had he never noticed before?

He carefully crawled onto the bed below her feet and turned to face her. He gently lifted her legs at the knees and waited for her to stir, but she was still sound asleep.

He gently pushed her knees apart until she was spread before him. How exciting it was to see her like this! She was arousing him like never before. He put his head between her legs and began licking her hair. She made a sound, and her legs spread wider. Yes, he thought, this is what you want, a man to give you pleasure. He felt her juices begin to flow and her lower lips opening. He pushed his tongue between them and softly moved it around inside her until he felt her clitoris, already aroused. He began licking it, and then he heard a loud moan.

Almost immediately the moan was followed by a scream. "Help! Stop! Who's there? Help! Help! Nelson! Nelson! Help me, please!" She tried to push his head away with her hands as she continued to scream and call for him.

Then he lifted his head and slurred, "I'm here, Gelsey."

That made her scream even louder. "No, Nelson! Get off me! I don't want this. Get away!"

She struggled, but he was immovable. She kicked her legs at him and hit him several times in the back, but he didn't budge. Then he moved onto her and she got more frantic.

"No, Nelson," she screamed. "You can't do this. You aren't my husband anymore. No, get off me. I don't want this. No! No! You're not making love, Nelson. You're raping me. Help! Help! Rape! Rape!"

She continued screaming until he put his mouth on hers. It was disgusting and stinking from booze, so she shut her mouth tightly and tried to breathe through her nose. He spoke again, and she had to strain to understand him.

"I'm not raping you, Gelsey," he said. "You are all lubricated and excited. You want a man, a real man." Then he entered her.

She struggled and screamed as his body began moving in and out of her. She scratched him with her fingernails and slapped his butt as hard as she could, but that seemed to rouse him more and his thrusting became faster. Then she began slapping him hard on his face, over and over. At first, he didn't notice, but finally, he took her hands in his and held them down as he continued.

She began sobbing when he held her hands down. She tried to hold her breath and make her body rigid like a statue, but then she screamed again as she realized she was beginning to respond to him.

Her body was betraying her. It was beginning to meet his and work with him. Even her breathing was synchronizing with his. She sobbed in frustration because she couldn't control her arousal. "You bastard!" she screamed out, and then she kept repeating the words. They became part of the rhythm of the two bodies working together."

"You bastard, you bastard, you bastard," she screamed in time with his thrusts and hers until she lost control and her voice could only make little high noises over and over. She had come three times by the time she felt his sperm release inside her, and it set her off again. For a moment, she sighed in contentment, but then she came back to reality.

She began pushing at Nelson. He was lying on top of her and didn't resist. She finally pushed him off her and jumped out of bed. "You raped me! You raped me!" she screamed. "I'm going to call the police. You're going to prison for this. You're sick. You're disgusting."

After she cursed him and threatened him for a while, she calmed down and looked at him. He was smiling up at her. She slapped him hard. She saw that it stung him, but he was still smiling. "You enjoyed it," he said in his slurred voice.

It was true. It was the best sex she had had with him that she could remember. But she found that even more demeaning.

She slapped him again. "You vicious animal," she said. "You think that if you make me come, that means I love you. That's not love. Any dog and bitch can do what we did. You don't know what love is. You're pathetic and disgusting. Get out of my bed. I have to change the sheets now and get back to sleep. But you're going to be sorry for this."

He sat up and looked at her. He hadn't expected this kind of reaction. He was starting to sober up and realize that maybe his idea of how to save her hadn't been such a good one. "I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, Gelsey," he said. "I just wanted to help you realize you weren't one of them. Maybe I shouldn't have done it this way."

"Shut up and get out!" she yelled and slammed the door behind him when he walked out.

The next night after work, he came straight home. She was waiting for him, and when he closed the door, she came up to him and slapped him hard on the face. He raised his hand to shield the blow as she prepared to slap him again. He walked to a chair in the living room and sat down.

She sat on the couch and looked at him for a minute before she spoke. "I'm not going to report you," she said, "but if you ever come near me again, you're going to wish you hadn't. Linda said that I didn't have enough evidence to make charges stick, but I still might be able to damage you just by filing a police report. I thought about it, but I don't want it to end like this. She thinks I should put a lock on the bedroom door. Do you have anything to say?"

"I'm sorry, Gelsey," he said. "I guess I just can't understand what you're doing. You seemed to be having such a great time last night, so I just kept on going."

"I guess you weren't listening when I explained that to you last night," she said. "My body responded to you, but my mind was repulsed by what you were doing. Animals respond to urges, but for humans -- at least for most women -- sex without love is repugnant.

"But I love you, Gelsey, and last night I felt like you loved me, too. Are you telling me that if any man did what I did to you last night you would have had all those orgasms?"

"No, of course not. How can you say that?"

"Then I don't understand what you're telling me. Are you saying you have no feelings left for me? I can tell you honestly, I feel totally different about you than I did even a week ago. I realize that I love you and care for you much more than I thought. I also realize that I've been a terrible husband and not worthy of someone like you. And I know that I don't want to lose you."

"You don't know what you're saying, Nelson. You're not yourself right now, because you are so upset about Linda. Can't you see that? What's really happening is that your ego can't take losing me to a lesbian.

"Yes, I have some feelings for you. That's why I'm not calling the police. I realize you're in a terrible place mentally, but I'm warning you that no matter what your motivation is, you better stay away from me from now on."

"I admit that when I first heard about Linda, the thought of you with a woman made me sick, Gelsey," said Nelson. "And I admit that what I did last night was wrong. But you can tell I'm sober now, and I'm telling you Linda is no longer the issue.

"There's only one thing on my mind now. I don't want to lose you, and I'm willing to do anything you ask me. I'll go to counseling with you. I'll meet with you and Linda. As hard as it is to say this, I won't even stop you from seeing her, even though I'll probably have to drink or drug myself to sleep when you do. Just tell me what I can do to keep you from leaving me." She watched him as his head dropped and he slid off the chair onto the floor. He crawled over to where she was sitting and took one of her hands and then raised his head. He was crying.

"Get off your knees, Nelson," she said. She was now crying, too. "This is not how I wanted it to be. A month from now you'll be back to normal. I promise you. I know you better than you know yourself.

"But why am I comforting you? You raped me. I'm going out now, but I'm warning you that you'd better not come near me. We're almost through with this, and I don't want any more problems. Linda thought I should demand a 50-50 split in the allocation because of what you did, but I told her I didn't want to do anything that would slow the process, so you're still getting your 60-40. No, don't say anything now. I'm leaving. Goodbye."

When she came home, she saw him at the kitchen table staring at the glass in his hand with a half-empty bottle of whiskey next to him. He looked at her and dropped his head. She rushed up the stairs without saying a word.

When he came home the next day, she was waiting for him again. "I feel sorry for you, Nelson," she said, "but I can't take any chances. When I told Linda what you were doing when I came home yesterday, she wanted me to move in with her right away, but my lawyer said that would not be a good idea in case you changed your mind at the last minute. If I left the house, you would possess it, and that could cause complications. I told my lawyer, you would never do anything like that, but he said that's what everybody says until it happens."

"So you'll notice a couple of changes were made here today. First of all, there's a heavy lock on the bedroom door. Last night, I couldn't sleep because I was so worried about what you might do. But you're not getting into that room again.

"Also, you might notice some big new lamps in all the downstairs rooms. They're going to all be on until I go upstairs and lock the bedroom door behind me. I don't want any more ugly surprises from you. Linda has also done a couple of other things to protect me that I'm not telling you about. I hope you understand."

He spoke softly to her, "I was going to tell you something yesterday, Gelsey," he confided, "but you wouldn't let me talk. If you stop the divorce, I'm prepared to sign over all our assets to your name just to show you how serious I am about wanting to work this out."

"What? You're insane, Nelson," she said. "You need to be careful. It would be easy for a woman to agree to that and then the next day file for divorce anyway."

"I know that. But I also know you'd never do it. I'll take my chances. The money's not going to mean much to me after you're gone."

"Nelson, you need therapy for your homophobia. All this is about Linda. Your mind isn't working right. That's why I'm scared of you. This isn't the Nelson I know."

"That's what I'm trying to show you, Gelsey. I'm not the same as I was last week. I'm not giving up on you. You won't admit it, but the other night, you were responding to me with your mind as well as your body. For a while, I made you forget that damn Linda. I've got to find a way to do that again."

"Don't even think in that direction, Nelson," she said. "I'm warning you that you will be sorry if you so much as lay a finger on me. You need to give up your crazy scheming."

"I'll never give up, Gelsey, never," he said.

"Then after our divorce, I'll get a restraining order," she said. "If you get anywhere near me, you'll be spending time in prison. Don't think I wouldn't do it. I'm leaving now. Goodbye."


Allocation



When she came home, she saw him sitting in the kitchen again, rushed up the stairs and locked the bedroom door behind her.

Two nights later, Nelson was getting desperate. He hadn't been able to concentrate at work and left early. He went home but then couldn't bear to be there alone, so he walked to a bar two blocks away. After a couple of hours, he could barely walk and drank a couple of black coffees before staggering home.

He felt alert from the coffee, but dark thoughts were swirling around his mind from the booze. He sat down in the living room and tried to think. Then the key to the front door turned, and he stood up. Gelsey stepped through the door and looked at him. He was shifting from foot to foot nervously. Then she smelled the booze and rushed to the stairway. He moved quickly and barred her way. He put his arms around her and tried to kiss her.

She pushed his face with her hands, and yelled at him: "Get your hands off me, right now, Nelson, before you regret this."

"I can't," he said. "There's only one way I've been able to reach you, Gelsey, and I have to try again. Please don't fight me. If you still hate me afterward, I promise I'll leave and never see you again."

"So you're going to rape me again," she said. She was speaking loudly and slowly. "Is that what you're going to do, Nelson? Linda warned me you might try this.

"I found out online that the police want the woman to go along with the rapist to prevent injury and to not provoke the attacker to murder her afterwards. Are you going to murder me because I love Linda, Nelson?"

"What are you talking about, Gelsey?" he said as he tried to get close enough to kiss her. Her hands pushing at his face prevented him. "This is about you and me, not Linda. Forget about Goddamn Linda. I hate that bitch."

"So she's the one you want to kill, Nelson," screamed Gelsey, "but you can't do that, so you're going to rape and kill me instead. Please don't kill me. I won't resist."

"Gelsey, you are acting crazy," he said. "Stop talking like that. I'm not going to murder you. I love you."

"Yes, you love me," she said. "That's why you're ripping my blouse off." She had stopped pushing his face and her hands were over his. His hands were at her chest, and he heard the material ripping and her screaming. He was confused. He didn't intend to rip her blouse. Why did he do that?

She had fallen backward onto the couch and he had landed on top of her. She kept on talking as his right hand found its way between her legs. Her hand was still over his, and he thought she must be trying to pull his hand away. But he didn't feel her resistance.

She screamed and squirmed as her panties were pulled roughly down her legs, still with her hand covering his. Nelson was in a daze. What was he doing? How did his pants come off? He didn't even remember unbuckling his belt. He heard her crying, and he saw her with her skirt bunched up around her waist and her pubic hair exposed. He wanted to bend down and put his tongue there, but for some reason, he found himself entering her instead.

She was overflowing with moisture as he easily slid in. He heard her screaming, "You're bruising me. Ow, that hurts!" She continued screaming and thrashing around under him and begging him to stop, but he felt as if she were responding to him, not trying to escape.

His shirttails were covering his bare rear, and now he felt her hands move under the shirttails and grab his rear cheeks. He was waiting for her to slap him or scratch, but instead her hands were pulling him whenever their bodies came together, causing him to slam hard into her. Her screaming suddenly stopped and he felt her coming and, after a few seconds, coming again.

She breathed slowly for a few seconds, and he could swear he saw a smile on her face for a second. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by look of horror. Her hands moved to his chest and she pushed him back and began screaming: "No, Nelson, not that! You've never done that. You're too large. Please don't! Oh no!"

As she was repeating these words and others, Nelson felt her move under him. Her legs were raised in the air and moving back, with her thighs pressed into her stomach and her feet behind her ears. He felt her under his shirttails pulling his penis out of her vagina and moving it. Then her hands went back to his butt and she pulled him hard against her. He felt his penis sliding into something tight, and he realized it was her ass.

This was the first time he had ever been there, and he was surprised at how easily he was entering. She must have put lots of lube in there, he thought. He had never asked her for this, because he felt she wouldn't care for it. Enough women had offered it to him that it wasn't a big thing for him. When her hands around his butt had pulled him all the way in, she grabbed his wrists and pulled his arms toward her as she raised her legs to his shoulders and his body pushed them back over her head. Her ass was now in the air, and he was buried in it.

He felt her begin rocking, which moved her rear up and down. He was not moving, but his penis was still going in and out of her as her rear moved away from him and back. She was shrieking and crying as she moved: "No! No, please! No lubrication! All dry! You bastard! You're tearing me!"

Then with heavy gasps and much pushing, she managed to push him out of her, and she rolled toward him, which sent his body off the couch onto the floor. "I'm bleeding, you bastard!" she screamed as she jumped up from the couch. He lay there on the floor, but she didn't try to get away. Instead, she fell on him and began yelling again.

"Let go of me, you bastard," she said. "You what! No! I'm not going to put that thing in my mouth. It just came from my ass. No, please, Nelson! Please don't make me do that. Nelson!"

As she spoke, she was bending over him and pulling him up until he was seated on the couch. Then she pulled his legs apart, took his hands, placed them on her head, and placed hers over his. Her head moved to his penis, which had begun to wilt, and he felt her mouth on it, sucking him in. She sucked hard and moved her mouth up and down rapidly. In less than a minute, he was coming in her mouth. She sucked every drop out, and then spit it out. It went all around her mouth and dripped off her chin. Then her hands were back in his face, pushing him away.

She turned her head away from him and screamed, "Look at me, Nelson! Are you enjoying this? I'm gagging from your come and my face is covered with it. Is this what you wanted? Are you going to cut me up now or will you shoot me? I hope you rot in hell."

Nelson was feeling more sober now, and his mind was less clouded. He realized that something was going on, but he didn't know what it was. He saw Gelsey get up from the floor, walk over to her purse, and open it. She took a little bottle out and unscrewed a dropper from the top of it. She squeezed the end to fill it up and then lay down on the floor near where he was, pushed the dropper into her anus, and squeezed. He saw how shiny her butt was around her hole from the lubricant that he had pushed out when he was in her ass.

After she squeezed the liquid from the dropper into her anus, Gelsey spread her legs apart and turned to face away from the couch. She held them that way for about 15 seconds and then jumped up, grabbed her clothes, ran upstairs to her bedroom and locked the door behind her.

Nelson sat on the couch for a long time thinking, but even when he was stone cold sober, he didn't understand what had just happened.

He found out three nights later when he was in the kitchen with a bottle again and Gelsey came home with a statuesque woman about 10 years younger than they were. He watched Gelsey and the woman go to the living room, and he got up and followed them. The woman sat down on the couch while Gelsey went to the DVD player and squatted down in front of it. She got up and sat down next to the woman.

"Please come in here, Nelson," she said. He was standing at the entrance to the living room. He walked into the room and stood staring at them.

"Sit down on that chair, Nelson," ordered Gelsey. "This is Linda." He took a close look at Linda. She was gorgeous, from her face to her generous curves, including a pair of breasts and an ass that would make any man look twice. She had on a poker face.

"Nelson," said Gelsey. "I'll make this as brief as possible, because we may have some work to do tonight, and I want to finish up and get out of here and never see you again. The reason I moved out the day after you raped me for the second time, even though my lawyer told me not to, is the DVD in the machine that I'm going to show you now."

"I never raped you," said Nelson. "You know that."

"Just be quiet for a few minutes, Nelson," Gelsey said, "until you see the video." She pressed the remote, and the three of them watched the 20-minute video.

"That's not the way it happened at all," said Nelson.

"I'm not here to argue," retorted Gelsey. "After you raped me the first time, Linda was afraid you would try it again. Therefore, she came over and set up all the lighting in the living room and four hidden cameras focused on the couch from every angle. She rehearsed me on exactly what to do if you began laying a hand on me again. I told her you wouldn't, but she made me practice over and over anyway in case you did.

"Linda told me a video is a video. It's not reality, and it's not truth. People write scripts for their lives all the time and then play them for other people or for the camera. She wrote the script for the video, and once you touched me that night, you and I became the actors. Nothing else matters.

"Well, there is something else that matters. What matters is what the police will think when they see that video. The video can't be introduced into evidence, but the way Linda edited it, the police should be interested enough that you will be destroyed long before I drop the charges. In addition, when people hear about the blood coming out of my ass, you'll be finished. Don't get all upset, Nelson. It was just food coloring.

"Linda thinks the video is worth an 80-20 per cent allocation of our assets, but I told her that the money doesn't mean anything to either you or me. I also told her that even though I agree with her that you deserved what we did to you, the video frightens me. I know it will prevent you from bothering us, but I'm worried. There's always a chance that it will get out and hurt you. You raped me -- yes, you did, Nelson, that time I was asleep. But because of the circumstances, I don't think that justifies me destroying you.

"I argued a long time with Linda about this, and finally she came up with a Plan B. So I'm going to give that video to you tonight in exchange for another video."

"I don't understand," Nelson said quietly. He was starting to get angry, but he saw that he was at her mercy, so he restrained himself.

"Linda's going to make another video that will be just as useful to me as this one, except without any chance of you going to prison." 

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Demean is the right word," she said. "In the new video, you will be degraded and demeaned like I was when you raped me. The video will be so humiliating that just knowing we have it will keep you away. No one will ever see it but us, unless you do something stupid. And if by accident it should get out, at least it won't destroy your life the way the rape video would."

"What do you want me to do?" he said.

"Linda's going to shoot the video right here," she said. "The lighting and some of the cameras are still set up. Linda's been teaching me how to operate a camera, so I will be doing the close-ups."

"You still haven't told me what I have to do?" he asked.

"Exactly what we say," said Gelsey. "All I will tell you is that you're going to hate every second. Based on what I know about you, you will be doing things that will turn your stomach and make you sick. You can have some time to think it over if you want, but Linda made me promise her that if you tried to talk me out of this or didn't make a decision in half an hour, we would leave and just keep the video we showed you.

"What would you like me to say, Gelsey?" he asked.

"I'm not going to make your decision for you, Nelson," she said. "But like I said, the video you saw frightens me, and I would like to destroy it. So I guess I'm hoping you decide to degrade yourself."

Nelson didn't take long to decide. Gelsey and Linda went into the kitchen, and he saw them in animated discussion. Gelsey didn't look happy. He decided to go along with the new video, because he knew her. Whatever she was going to do to humiliate him couldn't be that bad, because she didn't have a mean bone in her body.

He walked to the kitchen door, and said, "I'm ready to do what you want, Gelsey."

Gelsey turned to him, and he didn't like the look on her face. "No, Nelson," she said. "We're not ready for your decision yet. Linda and I are talking about this. I'm rethinking this whole thing."

"Gelsey, I'm sorry, but I've got to put my foot down," said Linda, and Nelson heard her voice for the first time. Despite her words, her voice was light and musical. He felt himself feeling good about Linda, and he wondered if the voice had worked on Gelsey the same way.

"You promised me that you would respect Nelson's decision," said Linda's voice. "You can't have it both ways. We talked about all of this already."

"Please, Linda," said Gelsey. "I know I agreed, but now I'm afraid of what this might do to Nelson. I couldn't live with myself..."

"It's all right, Gelsey," said Nelson. "I'm sure I'll be mortified, but you know me. I'll deal with it."

"Shut up, Nelson," said Gelsey. "You don't have any idea --"

"That's enough," said Linda's angelic voice. "Listen to me, Nelson. I'm telling you right now, this will probably be the most horrible thing that will ever happen to you in your life. You are going to be traumatized more than you can imagine, and you're going to hate Gelsey as well as me when it's over. I'm not exaggerating. I'm telling the truth. Do you still want to go along with it?"

Nelson looked at Gelsey. She was looking at him and crying, but she didn't say anything.

"Yes," Nelson said to her.

"I'm going to give you one more chance to change your mind," said Linda. "Because if you say yes again, it's final, and after that, you won't be able to back out, no matter what you say. You can yell at the top of your lungs, but it will be too late. Do you still want to do it?"

"Yes," said Nelson, "but you're wrong. No matter what you do, I'm never going to hate Gelsey. The reason I'm doing it because she asked me to do it before so she won't have to worry about me. I don't want her to worry because I love her, and I always will." He heard Gelsey sob loudly.

"Pull yourself together, Gelsey," said Linda, "and tell him what to do. It's on the sheet in your hand."

Gelsey looked down at it and up at Nelson. For a minute, she didn't open her mouth while she kept crying silently. Then she sniffed a few times and took a deep breath.

"Nelson, please take off all your clothes while I read this," she said. "Linda has written a script for this video, and she will be directing it while I do the close-ups. She will tell you what to do and what to say. Please follow her instructions, so we can finish quickly and be on our way. When we leave, we will give you the disk with all of the rape videos to destroy, and we promise to destroy all the rape files on our computer."

She read the words mechanically, with an occasional sob. When she mentioned that Linda had written the script, a chill went down Nelson's spine. He knew Linda had written Gelsey's script for the rape video, so she had a dark imagination. What was she planning for him?

Gelsey looked at him and back at the paper in her hand. "I see that you are naked now, Nelson. I am going to the front door now to get Roberto. Then Linda is going to take over."

She opened the door, and a smallish man walked into the living room. He was about Gelsey's height, which meant he came up to Nelson's chest. He stood next to Nelson and began taking off his clothes as Linda began speaking in her melodic voice.

"Nelson," she said, "as you can see, Roberto's smaller than you, but he's massive for his size and much stronger than most men who tower over him. He does a lot of wrestling and martial arts, and he also has a career as a gay porn star. You can see why now. Despite his size, his equipment is even bigger than yours.

"I want this video to be instructive to you, because you are so ignorant when it comes to gays. Just like straights, we come in all flavors and personalities. Roberto is going to introduce you to gay sex. He is the aggressor who will play the role similar to a straight male, and you will be the woman.

"That's OK, Nelson. You can move away from him. The first part of the video is improvisation. You can do whatever you want for 15 minutes. We think, you will probably try to escape from Roberto, and I promised Gelsey in the kitchen that if you can, we would shut down the video and leave.

"But if Roberto catches you, he's going to do to you what you did to Gelsey. You will become the unwilling receptacle for his huge penis. I won't say anything more until that happens. Then I will tell you about Part 2."

Nelson tried to dodge Roberto, but the powerful athlete took only a few minutes to tackle him and pull him down on the rug. Nelson fell on his back, and Roberto jumped on top of him. As he felt Roberto's genitals touch his, Nelson screamed in terror. He heard a sob from Gelsey, who was hidden behind the camera aimed at his face. Linda was kneeling by his legs aiming her camera at the touching genitals.

Roberto slid down Nelson's body and got on his knees between Nelson's legs. Nelson felt his legs being lifted up and onto Roberto's shoulders. Roberto crawled closer to Nelson with his knees, and Nelson's legs were pushed higher. Then Roberto leaned forward, pushing Nelson's thighs into his chest. When he looked up, he saw Linda's camera above his feet, which were behind his ears. He felt his rear come off the bed into the air.

Then he screamed again and began to wildly move his body, because he felt something pushing against his anus. He couldn't shake the thing loose. It felt greasy as it slid around his buttocks before it was placed at his anus again. There was a sudden thrust, followed by incredible pain as Roberto's penis entered him and pushed in an inch or two.

The cute voice of the monster was saying something, but the pain was so intense that Nelson couldn't understand. She slapped him lightly on the cheek. "Listen, Nelson," she said. "Roberto is going to pull out in a second. See this big gravy baster. It's full of lubricant. I'm going to squirt a little into you and then slide the baster all the way in and empty a pint of lube into you. Gelsey and I don't want Roberto to rip any tissues. OK, get ready."

He felt Roberto pull out, and the pain stopped. Then he felt the tube go in and his insides flooding. Then the tube was withdrawn, and Roberto was back. He entered much more easily this time and began pushing softly. His huge tool glided into Nelson smoothly, but as it stretched him, it caused him to scream out several times from the pain. Again, he heard sobbing from Gelsey. Why won't she stop this? He thought for a second, but then he couldn't think. His mind and his whole body were in tremendous pain as Roberto hit bottom and slowly pulled out, then began pushing back in.

Each time he pushed in, Roberto picked up the pace until he was pounding Nelson into the couch. The cushions of the couch gave and then pushed Nelson back at Roberto, and when the two bodies collided, Nelson was pushed back at the couch even harder. He was bouncing between the couch and Roberto like a rubber ball, faster and faster.




Allocation



His head was moving in every direction, totally out of control, and his eyes were darting around as if he was looking for relief somewhere, anywhere. He was hoarse from screaming, so the only sounds he made were gasps when the bodies bumped and the pain was strongest. He felt like he was hyperventilating and would lose consciousness any second when that angelic voice said, "OK, stop boys."

Roberto lay on top of Nelson, buried inside him. While they were resting, Nelson saw Linda step up near his face with a clipboard. "That was Part 1," said Linda. "Part 2 has dialogue. I want you boys to listen closely, because I will tell you what to do and give you your lines. You need to play your parts well, or we'll keep doing the lines and actions over until you get them right. Understand?

"I want the two of you to roll over, so that Nelson is on top and Roberto under him. Roberto, you need to stay buried as deeply as you can in Nelson. A little of you is going to come out in this position, but I don't want it to be much.

"Good, that's the position I want. OK, now here's what's happening. Nelson, you and Roberto are gay lovers. You like to play games and that's what you've been doing so far, just a lovers' game. Nelson is the coquettish girl and Roberto is the he-man. Got it. OK, now Nelson, I want you to look down at Roberto and give him a great big loving smile. I'm waiting.

"OK, Roberto, the distraction, please."

Roberto gave two massive thrusts into Nelson, causing Nelson to scream.

"Ooooo, stop that, Roberto," she said. "You're distracting me. That's what you say every time Roberto does that. Say it now, Nelson. I'm waiting. OK, Roberto."

Roberto thrust in and out of Nelson twice again. Through her sobs, Nelson heard Gelsey. "Please do what she says, Nelson," she whimpered.

"That's right, Nelson, because until you start responding, Roberto will have to keep reminding you. Gelsey wants to finish the video and get out of here without hurting you too much. So please cooperate. Now repeat after me. Oooo, stop that, Roberto. You're distracting me."

Nelson said the words.

"Good, Nelson, that's a start. Now say them with feeling. You're trying to concentrate on making love to Roberto, but he's getting you all excited by what he's doing, so you're scolding him. However, it's a playful scolding, because both of you know that you love how he's distracting you. OK, try it again. That was better. Try it again. There that was close. I liked that higher pitch. I think we've found your voice. Just listen to me and try to say everything in my voice. Once again. There, you nailed it. 

"OK, now that big loving smile. That's it. Great. Now lean down and give Roberto a big kiss on the mouth. As you get close to his mouth, I want you to stick your tongue way out, so it goes into his mouth first. I don't want your lips to push tightly together, because I want to see your tongue exploring every inch of Roberto's mouth. Gelsey tells me you're a great French kisser, so just do what comes naturally. OK, relax. Take some deep breaths until you stop gagging. You're doing great. I thought it would take a lot longer for you to get into the swing of things, but I think you're going to be a great gay lover.

"OK, we're ready. Now bend over slowly. Out comes the tongue, into the mouth. Now work it. Don't stop. I think we can get this part in one take, and you won't have to do it again. Look at your tongue go! Wow! OK, now slow down and now up comes your head. That was great. I think you can do better, but it's good enough.

"Now you are smiling at Roberto again and you say, 'You horrible brute. You caught me and raped me. I hate you, and I'm going to punish you now as hard as I can.' But remember to say it in my voice. You are playing a game with Roberto. He knows you're feeling full and satisfied and you're not angry at all.

"Ready. OK, say the words. Try it again, without the sob at the end. Again. No, Nelson, it has to be light and teasing. Again. Don't stop now, Nelson. You're so close. Roberto! Give him a reminder, please.

"What do you say, Nelson? Remember, Oooo, stop that, Roberto. You're distracting me. Say it. No, the way you did it before. Again. That's it.

"OK, do I need to repeat your lines again? No? OK. That's it. That was good. One more time. Perfect. Now comes some action. I want you to ride Roberto. Lean back a little and put your feet on either side of his body until you're squatting over him. Now ride him, just like Gelsey used to ride you. Slowly at first, but keep going faster until I tell you to stop. There, that's it. Ok, now slam down harder. Get some emotion into it. I like that soft little noise you make when your ass hits his thighs and the sound of the lube squirting out of you. Good. Now stop.

"Here are some more lines. Do you love me, Roberto, or do you only love my ass? Is it a pretty ass? Would you like to see it? OK, say them. That was great. We can keep that. First time. You're getting it. OK, now without Roberto coming out, I want you to carefully turn around so you are sitting facing his feet. As soon as you do, I want you to lean forward and squat again and start pounding him like before. You don't need to warm up this time. Go fast and hard right from the start and look straight ahead, right into Gelsey's camera. That's it. Yes, scream, let it all out, you are loving this, because it's getting your lover so worked up.

"Do you hear him? Roberto's about to come. Don't stop. Keep pounding while he shoots into your ass. There, he's done. Now stop and sit on him and listen to him gasping. Now smile. Now slowly turn around like before and look at him again. Now lean down and give him another deep French kiss. That's it. You're doing great, Nelson. You've definitely got it.

"OK. Let's take a break for a few minutes. I can see you're sucking air, Nelson. I know you're exhausted and in a lot of pain, but there isn't much more to do, so let's get it done. For the last few lines, you can use your exhaustion. Make the lines dreamy, as if you are so overwhelmed with pleasure that you are in heaven.

"Now lift up your head and say this: You're a bad boy, Roberto. You came before I had a chance. Your big pole is tired and slipping out, but that won't do. I need it to be hard again and back where it belongs so I can get off. You know what that means." OK, say it, Nelson. That was good, but do it one more time. Remember, you're not serious. It's all lovers' play. There, that was more like it.

"OK, Roberto. I want you to say this. 'But Nelson, let me clean it first. It's covered with my come from inside your ass. You don't want to put it in your mouth like that.' Ready. Good. That was perfect. OK, now Nelson, your turn. Here's what you say: 'I love your yummy come, and I don't care what you say. I've got to have that beautiful thing in my mouth right now.'

"OK, I'm going to wait a couple of minutes, Nelson. I know that's the hardest line you'll have to say all day, but you can do it. It will be all downhill from there. OK, let's do it. No gagging now. OK, those were the words. Now do them with my voice that you are imitating so nicely. You're dreamy, you're playful, and you're teasing Roberto. You can't wait until you get his thing in your mouth. Ok, go."

"That was almost it. Toward the end, there was still some gagging. One more time. OK, that was better. I'm not completely satisfied, but we'll keep it. Now you know what to do. Get off Roberto, kneel between his legs, and suck hard while you go up and down on him with your mouth. Don't touch his penis with your hands, but grab his balls and start playing with them. That will help get him aroused sooner. As soon as he's hard, we're almost done. Nelson, come on. I don't want to waste time by having Roberto do his distraction thing in your ass again.

"OK. Slowly is fine. Work your way up to it. Come on. Open your mouth wide. Move it down. That's it, take him in. Now start sucking. I want to see those cheeks going in. There. Now the head moves up and down, and hands play with the balls. That's it. Faster. Good. He's starting to respond. Just a little longer. There. You can stop now.

"Gelsey, bring that plastic container over here. There, Nelson, go ahead, spit as much as you want. I'm sure the taste in your mouth is horrible. In a few minutes, you'll be able to wash your mouth out, but first you need to come. OK, take the container away, Gelsey, and grab the camera again.

"Nelson, lift your head up and say this to Roberto. Now you had better not come again before I do, or I might have to spank you. OK, go. Perfect. Now squat down slowly over him. No, face his feet. This time you get to put his huge thing inside you yourself. Grab it with both hands if you need to and slowly lower yourself onto it. Stop if you have to. Gravity will help you. Good it's halfway in. Lower yourself as slowly as you want. There, it's all in. This time, instead of leaning forward, you're going to lean back, and Roberto will grab you behind the legs like that. See how he can roll you on and off of him. Now he's going to gape you by pulling you back fast so his tool rips out of you. I know that hurts, but it looks great on the video because it opens up this huge black hole in you. Now he's rolling that hole right over his pole again. Let's do that again. OK, that's enough. You're screaming too much, and we need you to have some energy for the final part.

"I want you to grab your thing, Nelson, and start pumping it. It's covered with lube that has leaked out of you, so it's nice and slippery. While Roberto is rolling in and out of your asshole, you are going to work on yourself until you both finish together. OK, go for it. Remember, you and Roberto are lovers, so you're making love together, him with his tool, you with your hand. What could be more natural?

"I see that even with all the lube you are grimacing more and squirming in pain. We can't finish until you come. Try to forget the pain in your ass and focus on your penis. You can do it, Nelson. Good, that's the way. Work it. It shouldn't take long.

"Listen to me, Nelson. You need to focus. I know you can make it happen. What are you doing Gelsey? Get out of there."

Gelsey had put down her camera and rushed to Nelson. He heard her sobbing, and then he felt her hands on him trying to wipe away the greasy stuff covering his penis. Then all was quiet except a small sound as she sucked him into her mouth. He felt her tongue playing with him inside her mouth as she sucked and moved her lips up and down his shaft. The pain in his rear didn't stop, but he felt himself responding to her. The urgency was beginning. He almost laughed in relief. He was going to come, and this nightmare would be over.

"No!," he said, as she lifted her head and took her mouth away.

"Shhhh," she said. "Use your hands now. I got you almost there so you can do it fast. Hurry up, please, Nelson."

He nodded as she took the camera from Linda and began pumping himself as hard as he could, hoping he could stay aroused. Yes, he was still hard, and he could feel the beginning of a little urgency. He noticed that Roberto was rolling him on and off his stick at the same tempo as he was whacking off, and the faster he went, the faster Roberto went, the more damage Roberto was doing to his insides and the more pain was washing over him.

However, he knew he couldn't stop now. He was too tired to do more than grunt as the stabs of pain kicked in, and the grunts came faster as he speeded up. He was getting close. "That's it," said Linda. "Pull that thing back toward you and aim it up in the air. Now when you are about to come, shout out, "I'm coming." I know you never do that. Gelsey told me. But just this once you need to say it. Are you getting his face, Gelsey? Look at that mixture of pleasure and pain. It's amazing.

"OK, pull back a little, Gelsey. He's just about there. That's it. We can hear you, Nelson. You are Nelson the magnificent. Look at that geyser. It's shooting up in the air over your upper body and falling on you from your hair down to your navel, covering you with beautiful white drops of paint. And Roberto's coming at the same time. He's really a pro. I can see he had plenty left, because his come is squeezing out of your ass as he's pounding into you. It's an amazing finish.

"Thank you, boys. What a celebration of your love this video will be. Roberto, wait until you're soft. Gelsey, aim down there. When Roberto falls out of Nelson's asshole, a ton of come is going to come flowing out with him. There, look at that. This couch is going to need a good shampoo. Yes, Roberto, push Nelson gently over you so you can get free. Let him lie there on the couch and rest. Come over here."

Nelson saw Roberto get dressed and join the two women at the far end of the room. Then he left. He saw Linda embrace Gelsey and talk to her. Gelsey was shaking. He tried to hear what Linda was saying, but he felt so tired he couldn't be sure of what he heard, except "I promise you, he'll be all right."

Gelsey went to the door and stood there while Linda came back to him. He tried to lift his head, but he couldn't. "We're done, Nelson," she said. "I'm putting the DVD with the rape video on the coffee table here so you can destroy it. Gelsey said that the first thing she will do when we go home is delete all the rape files from my computer, and use a program that overwrites them so they can never be restored. I'll mail you a copy of the edited video from today. I think you did the right thing for Gelsey. Thanks for cooperating. Goodbye."

The last thing Nelson thought as he fell into an exhausted sleep was how beautiful Linda's voice was, how innocent, how seductive. And how the sound of it chilled him all the way down to his bones.

The doorbell rang just after he got home from work about three weeks later, and when he opened it, he was surprised to see Linda there holding a camera in front of her. His first reaction was to slam the door in her face, but he held himself back and tried to sound cordial as he said, "What are you doing here?"

"Do you mind if I come in," she responded in a friendly voice as she smiled at him. Then she pushed past him.

"Wait a minute," he said as he turned to her. She was aiming a camera at him with one hand and holding something out with the other hand.

"I have something here for you, Nelson," she said. "It's your copy of the finished video. It came out much better than I could ever have imagined. You'll see. And it's all because of you. I know you and Roberto are separated now, but the beautiful love you once had will be preserved forever, and you can reminisce whenever you want."

"Shut up, you little bitch," he yelled. "I should take that camera and break it over your head."

"It seems like you're recovering well," said Linda, backing away from him. "I thought you would be in a lot of pain."

"I was for almost two weeks, thanks to you," he said. "But you didn't succeed in destroying me, Linda, as hard as you and Gelsey tried. You know, I still can't figure Gelsey out. As humiliated and degraded as I was, she degraded herself even more by what she did to me. You can tell her that for me."

"Tell her yourself, Nelson," said Linda. "I'm only shooting this video because she was worried about you."

Nelson stopped walking toward the retreating Linda. He looked at the camera but said nothing. After a moment, he spoke, and his voice was no longer angry.

"No, Gelsey. I didn't mean that. I'm not mad at you anymore. I'm doing fine now. Don't worry about me. Just forget all about me. I hope you have a wonderful life with Linda. You deserve it."

Linda pressed a button on the camera and lowered it. She looked at Nelson. "Wow!" she said. "Where did that come from?"

"No place that you'll ever understand," he said. "Do you have enough now, or would you like me to repeat that I'm OK?"

"No," she said, and the astonishment was still in her voice. "That's fine. Listen, Nelson, I think I might have been too hard on you. I --"

"Stop right there, Linda," he said. "The last thing I want to hear is you apologizing or saying anything to me that makes you feel good. I didn't destroy your so-called rape video yet. I've watched it a few times. I admire your skill. You're very good at what you do. Gelsey has chosen to spend her life with someone who can write amazing scripts. I hope you're able to write a different script for you and her, one that isn't sick and sadistic. You wrote a great line for Gelsey on that rape video, didn't you? It was the perfect ending, and it's perfect for me to say to you now. I hope you rot in hell."

Linda tried to reply, but he went up to her and without touching her, took the disk from her hand and began walking toward the door, pushing her as he did. She took a few quick steps backward to keep her balance and then turned around and walked out. He watched her walk to her car and then closed the door.

His final words to Linda seemed to work for him, because she almost never came into Nelson's mind again. He also tried to put Gelsey out of his mind, but that was harder. She seemed to pop up unexpectedly at exactly the wrong time, like when he was on a date. He wondered if he would ever get over her.

Other than that, life was good for him. After a while, he even admitted to himself that some good had come out of the Linda affair, because it had jolted him out of his complacency. He felt as though, for the first time, he was really living and all of his senses and his brain were operating at their peak. People at work were astounded at how involved he had become, and how he cared about everything, even them.

When he was on business trips, he sometimes slipped into his cool mode again. He could almost watch himself doing it. He marveled at how he attracted women this way, but he rarely followed up with them anymore, because once the conversation got going, he stopped playing his role. His animation and involvement turned off most of the women. They were looking for a superficial night with a superficial guy. A few of them were surprised and turned on by the change, and he had a good time with them and even kept in touch with many of them and saw them again.

He knew he was looking for someone to replace Gelsey. When he found her, he hoped that would be the end of the unexpected Gelsey brain pop-ups that bothered him. Then, the last person he ever expected popped up into his real life.

It started with a call one evening when he was out. He came home to a voice mail message from Linda saying she wanted to talk to him. He was curious about why, but not curious enough to call back. The next night the phone rang, but something made him stop before he picked it up. Sure enough, there was another voice mail message from Linda. He ignored it.

When he answered his phone at the office the next day, he immediately recognized her lilting, melodic tone. She didn't say hello.

"It's about Gelsey," she said. "Please don't hang up."

"Make it fast, Linda," he said. "I don't want to talk to you."

"I know you hate me," she said, "but you've got to meet with me. I'm worried about Gelsey, and I need your help. If you have an ounce of decency and any feelings at all left for her, you'll at least listen to me."

"OK," he said, "but I'm doing this against my better judgment, because I know all you care about is yourself."

"You bastard," she said. "You lying bastard. I didn't want to call you, but I made myself do it -- and only because I love her. However, if you won't even listen, forget it. I'll have to find another way."

"Calm down, Linda," he said. "I take that back. I prefer to think of you as pure evil, because it makes things easier, and I'm sure you feel the same way about me. I know you care about her. And you know I do, too."