2 comments/ 70909 views/ 11 favorites I Surrender By: blueeyedsub I realize I am a single mom. I am not too bad to look at, but everyone who I have dated that's found out I have a three year old has fled. I was married. Jamie's father, Jake, was your basic good-for-nothing-but-sex, and even then he was only good to himself. I really don't think he ever gave me an orgasm, but he never failed to get his rocks off. When I found out I was pregnant, I thought it would make him happy. He refused to wear condoms, saying he couldn't feel anything through them, and he never let me start the pill because he couldn't stand the thought of me gaining weight. Maybe I should have been less assuming about the baby. He wasn't. He actually had the audacity to tell me to get an abortion. We were divorced before she was ever born, and he's never seen her. Oh- by the way, I never really gained a lot of weight when I was pregnant, and quickly looked as if I had never had a child. Too bad for Jake, I actually look better now. Better looking breasts, I finally filled out, and now look even more like a woman... I never finished high school. That was my biggest mistake. Jake was my ticket out of the one-gas station town, and everybody knew my business. I had several people tell me to ditch that bastard. At 17, I wasn't listening. My father was an alcoholic, so when I asked his permission to marry, I made sure he was drunk. Mom was driven off long before. He had to sing papers from the clerk's office, because I wasn't 18 yet. Less than an hour after he signed, I was Mrs. Jake Kane. I was so stupidly happy. The only thing Jake did for me was get me to a different state and city, and he gave me my Jamie. I have nothing to thank him for because I figure all the bad things that happened in the 10 months that we were married kinda cancels the good. I did get my GED, and I went to beauty college. I can now dye hair and wax eyebrows for a living. At least it pays the rent, and I always have such stylish hair. Much better than when Jake and I were married. He came around to the shop I worked at one day asking for a place to stay. I told him he needed to leave before my boss called the police for trespassing on her property. He tried to tell me it was a public place, but I told him that scumbags weren't part of the public. He left, but not before he threatened me. It all happened one day about 6 months after my encounter with Jake, I had the flu and didn't feel like going to work, but I still took my daughter to the sitter's. I had arranged with the sitter, also Jamie's best friend's mom, for Jamie to stay the night, so I could rest. If they needed anything, Sherry just lived a couple floors down. I heard a knock on the door, went to the door and asked who it was, there was no answer. I got on my tiptoes and looked through the peephole, and there was no one there. I went to the kitchen and fixed myself a cup of hot tea laced with Nyquil. On my way back to bed, the phone rang. I had caller ID because of Jake, but the read out said "Private Number." I hesitated, but answered the phone anyway. I could barely hear the caller, and couldn't tell who it was. Heck, I couldn't even tell if it was a man or a woman. The caller did tell me to go to the door and pick up the package that had been left for me. I had already taken about half of my tea, and was starting to feel the Nyquil kick in. I stumbled to the door, unlocked the 3 of 4 locks that were locked, and came face-to-box with a 4-foot tall box that was nearly as wide as my door. It took all of my effort to get the box inside. I thought it would have taken all of my effort even if I felt better. I thought about opening the box, but decided I should probably lie on the couch for a minute because I was feeling very dizzy and groggy. A minute turned into four hours. Good ol' Nyquil, can always depend on it for four to six hours of nearly undisturbed rest. After trying to clear my head for a minute, I remembered the box. Just as I was going to the kitchen to get a knife to cut through the tape, the phone rang again. Goodness, I never get this many calls in a day. I thought it might be the sitter though, and didn't think to check the ID box. "Hello?" "You haven't opened it yet have you?" "No. Who are you?" "Well, maybe you should open your present like a good girl, and I will call you back in a little while." It wasn't a question, but it almost sounded like a threat. The ID box said "Private Number" again. Might as well give myself something to do. So I opened the box. Most of us have been into adult novelty stores and know what the novelties look like. Most look pretty cheap, and are too expensive for me to ever buy. Some of the clothes might look decent, but that's about it. This box was full of leather outfits of all colors and "toys" of all shapes and sizes. At first I didn't touch anything. I was shocked. Most of the things I didn't even know what they were for. One by one, I took them out of the box. There were no labels and no tags of any kind, but I could tell they were all new. Jeez, here I am standing in bathrobe, holes everywhere, and looking at a small fortune in pleasure equipment. There was a bustier in red, black, and white. There were shoes in the same colors, all in identical styles, and all in extremely high heels. Stockings, masks, chokers, and more. I really didn't know what to think. I also realized that I had that feeling in my gut and groins that I only got anymore when I watched the occasional X movie, or read the more erotic parts of my many novels. Everything was in the perfect size, and every piece was to her liking. I found every "toy" I'd ever seen on the web sites, or in the stores I occasionally "browse" in. I had just been in the one just down the street with my friend yesterday. I had a headache and knew I was getting sick, so I really didn't feel like looking around much, but I still went with my friend who wanted to get something for her husband's birthday that night. Lucky him. I wondered around with Hannah and only commented on the slinky lingerie if asked. I really just wanted to go pick up Jamie and go home. Finally we were out of the store. I always feel like there are people watching me when I wonder though, but can never tell if anyone actually is. But, I do know the video cameras are watching. Looking back to the box, I realized I had pulled everything out. There was a note taped to the bottom of the box. I had to pull the box down and crawl inside to get the note, since I'm not tall enough at 5'1 to reach the bottom of the box. When I had the note I took it to the couch to read, thoroughly expecting to have April Fool's shouted at any time. It's November. OK, so I really didn't know what to think of this prank. Dear Tammie, You have now seen my gift. I can only tell you how thrilling it is to hear your voice, though we have never spoken personally before. You see, I know so much more about you than you would ever want to know. As for my gift, it's yours if you accept. So much does ride on the acceptance of this "gift" though. About ten minutes before you received your call about the package at your front door, your daughter was playing in the park. Your sitter still hasn't called you or the police because she's sure Jamie just went home to check on you, since your apartment building is just next door. Maybe you should think twice about who watches your three year old. If you accept the gift, you will know many pleasures I am sure you have never had before. You and your daughter will be moved to a "safer" location, and you will have your daughter. If you do not accept your gift, just put it outside the door. You may never find your daughter, though. It's just a gift, but one that once it's accepted, you will never be able to return. Yours truly, P.S. Do not call the police. Call your sitter, see what's happened is true. If you accept the gift, follow the directions on the back of the sheet. That's all. There's no name, nothing for me to give the police. The note was even typed. I called the sitter. "Hello?" "Hey, Sherry, this is Tammie." "Oh, hi, How are you feeling now?" "Fine. Listen, is Jamie around?" "Did you send her back down here?" "She's not been here since I brought her to you." "Oh, God, we've gotta call the police. I haven't seen her for almos five and a half hours. I thought she just went home. Oh my God. Tammie I'm sooo sorry. (Sobbing on the other end of the line) She said she wanted to go see how mommy was feeling, I just let her go. I was trying to change Dyland's diaper, and Johnny decided he needed to go to the bathroom in the bushes, and not number one, I just didn't pay enough attention to her." "Listen. I have a note here. I am going to get my daughter back. I have a way. You can't call the police, it says, so just leave it be. Oh, when I find my daughter, you can garuntee we won't be using your services as a sitter anymore. Thanks for everything, Friend!" The word friend seemed more like a curse word to me, and I meant it to be. I went back to the crumpled note on the floor. Sitting on the carpet, I read the instructions on the back. This is the only way I will get my daughter back, I know it is. I Surrender "Don't tell him this happened." It was most definitely a threat. I nodded. "Open your mouth. Go on. Ok, I'm going to have to help you open it then." He was gentle as he opened my jaws, but he still had to force the large gag in my mouth. I stared into his eyes. Was that regret? "Stop looking at me that way." I closed my eyes. I felt my head being lifted, and opened my eyes just in time to see the blindfold being lowered. My hands were going numb behind my back, and I wiggled to give them some more comfort. My ankles were caught in his strong arms. "I should have had this done already." He bound my ankles like he had my wrists, leaving me completely helpless. He pulled my skirt back down as far as it would go and picked me up. He slung me over his shoulder trying to be indifferent to me. I heard a new, but somewhat familiar voice: "Finally, she's here" I was carried through the cold not knowing where I was, and hearing people I didn't know. I was taken in a warm building, carried up stairs, and taken through a maze of corridors. I was thrown onto a bed, soft and silky. My arms were released only to have them brought in front of me, and my blindfold was removed. I could see nothing. The room was pitch black. Someone lit a match, and then a candle. The candle came closer to the bed I was laying on. I couldn't believe what I saw. It was a man I knew when he was a boy. Although, he was not a slim and scrawny boy any longer. He was huge! He was at least as big as his bodyguard was. I was scared. Had I said something to this man, as a boy, and now he's back for revenge. He sat the candle on the side table, reaching down to me. I flinched. "Don't turn away from me, and don't be scared. I am going to take this off of you." He took the gag away from me, and I was able to move my aching jaws. "Eric?" "Yes." "Where's my daughter." "She's asleep in her room I had decorated for her." "Let me see her." He stared at me for a long time, but finally nodded his head. "But I will carry you like you are, no chances of you escaping me." Before I could say anything, he picked me up in his capable hands and was carrying me through the large house. There she was, sleeping peacefully. "Can I give her a kiss?" As an answer, he moved me as if I were a doll, and adjusted me so I could give her a kiss, but he never put me down. "Ok, Eric. Thank you." He took me back to his room, and placed the gag back at my mouth. The look he gave me scared me, so I willingly opened my mouth, allowing him to shove it in. "I'll never hurt you, or your daughter Tammie. But now that I have you, I can't let you leave again. I was crushed when you married that ass hole and left. Yes, I know you are surprised, but here I am. And now I have you. You can't leave. I can't let you." I nodded, there was nothing else I could do. He had cared for my child like I would. He had built a room in his home fit for a princess, just so she could live there. Gently, he took my fastened wrists and adjusted them so that they were spread above my head. I was so wet, I had to be soaking my skirt and the covers. He also adjusted my ankles. "I spent a lot of time trying to get over you. Through that time I came to like certain ways of doing things, and every time I imagined you. I am open to other suggestions, but tonight, and for awhile I will have it how I want it. If you disagree, your daughter will get to visit her mommy like this. You wouldn't want that, now would you?" I shook my head no, but I was having no problem with his suggestion. It had always been a secret fantasy of mine. He had always been a secret crush of mine. I was the town drunk's daughter, I was from the wrong side of the town, and he was from the wealthiest family the town had. I thought he wanted to stay as friends, so I never acted on my desire. I wish I had, because he could have been Jamie's father, I wouldn't have minded that. His hands traveled along my body, big and strong. Powerful. He unlaced the top I was wearing. "Do you know I watched you the entire way here? I had cameras in the car and on the plane, I watched every second of your pleasure, and your restless sleep. I have been hard for hours. And now, you're going to feel how much I want you and have wanted you since you were thirteen years old, and I was fifteen. You are going to feel so good, you're going to weep." He sucked my nipple into his mouth as his hands rubbed my mound. "Mmmm, you sure have filled out since you had Jamie. She should have been mine. Are you on any kind of birth control?" When I hesitated, he became more insistent, "Tell me!" I shook my head no. Since Jamie was born, I didn't like anyone enough to sleep with them. Actually I wish I could warn him that I should be ovulating. If he's that upset about birth control, maybe he should know I am very fertile right now... He had turned away, so I couldn't see his face. His temper seemed under control now, and he began sucking my tits and rubbing my clit. My nerves were sizzling. I couldn't control myself. When he stuck his finger in my hole, filling my pussy with my ass still filled. I came hard and fast. I was breathing so hard... I just had my first orgasm! I couldn't believe it. He didn't even have his cock in me, and I had an orgasm... I began wiggling against his hand and he removed it. "Sit still! I am still your Master." I shrank back he'd scared me again. I am so small, and he's so much bigger than I am. He had been wearing only a robe. "I just let you come, I could have stopped you. I decided since I had so much pleasure watching Ian bring you here, fucking you in the ass with your little toy and even him being turned on by my little captive, I decided that it was about time you had a little pleasure." He took off his robe, and I saw his cock for the first time. That's not going to fit!!! I couldn't possibly see how that monster was going to fit. It was thick and long, and I haven't had a cock in nearly four years. Jake was certainly not that big. If he was five inches, he was lucky. This cock was at least 81/2 or 9, and it was massively thick. I think he saw my concern. "You will be fine, I will go easy, but this is another reason I need you tied down. I want you tied down." At that he kneeled between my legs, his mouth sucked my clit, and I saw every color of the rainbow. It was amazing. Then I felt his hand at the entrance of my hole, he had one finger in me and he continued to work his way up to help loosen me. He removed the plug, which made more room for his cock. He would need all he could get. Slowly he entered me, stopping occasionally to let me adjust. Finally when he was buried to the hilt, he groaned. Nothing had ever felt like this to me before. It was perfect. He quickened his pace, and sawed in and out of me. When he saw that I was not having a hard time with his size, he went faster and faster. We came together; never in my life would I have thought an orgasm would feel this good. It felt like my muscles were melting. I didn't care. I was home. I was where I wanted to be. "Will you and your daughter please stay?" I nodded. He removed my gag, "Let me hear you say it." "We'll stay." Slowly he reached above my head, he slipped a ring on my finger, I looked up and saw it was an engagement ring. I was happy, and surprised. "I didn't say I'd marry you." "You'd better, because that is the only way you get to stay." I Surrender Jackson grinned and stepped away from Greg. "Don't look at me like that, you thought 'courting' was a good idea." Greg leaned against the wall panting. "I didn't realize 'courting' meant being in sexual frustration hell, you little Victorian freak." Greg tingled from Jackson's far too skilled hands and mouth. "It's not just Victorian." "Fine, horribly old fashioned freak." "You suggested the element of not having sex for 6 months. I believe your exact words were, 'to make sure this is real not just being horny and on the rebound; and if neither of us has sex with anyone else during that time eventually we can both be tested and know we're both clean.' It's been 7 months. I believe we then went on to define sex." "As anything involving naked skin stroking or rubbing of another's naked genitals in a deliberate fashion." Jackson ducked his head down a little, making Greg sure he could see him blush if it weren't so dark. "Are you sure this is real?" "Yeah. You?" "Yeah." Greg gained control of his breathing. "You disease free?" "Yes, as you know, and so are you." Greg nodded and checked if his legs still worked. "So at this point we're really just seeing who'll cry uncle first?" "If you ever cry out 'uncle' during sex—" "Make it 'I surrender' then." Greg took a step towards Jackson. "Sounds about right." Jackson bit his lip. "I know I'm fond of this game." "You're only fond of it 'cause you think you're winning." Greg kissed Jackson strong and deep, pressing his hand against one of his favorite spots. Pressure at the base of his back always made Jackson squirm just a bit more. His other hand sneaking in a squeeze at the front of Jackson's pants. He felt at least one thrust before releasing Jackson from the kiss, but held on to keep either of them from falling. Greg stared into his eyes under the streetlamp. Panting, and definitely pinking in the face, if he loved or wanted him any more Greg would have orgasms just from holding his hand. Jackson found his voice first, it having snuck into a corner no where near his throat, it took some effort. "There are other reasons I am fond of this game." He offered Greg his arm. Greg smirked and took it. "Why do I end up being the debutant when I'm always the aggressor?" He pressed the back of Greg's palm to his lips as the strolled up the sidewalk. "Simple. I'm six inches taller and could actually carry you over great distances should you twist your ankle or something." They dodged a fellow pedestrian. "Besides you're not always the aggressor." "Usually then." Greg hugged Jackson's arm a little tighter. "You remember when we met?" "I was so nervous." "And adorable." "I was sure you were going to laugh at me or something." "Because you're adorable." Jackson grunted disapprovingly. "I thought you were straight." He turned to face Jackson. "But you were too adorable not to try at least." Another grunt. "What do you think the winner should get…..cutie?" There was a growl before any answer. "A physical show of honor to the winner in a way he would enjoy seems in order." "You could just say a blowjob." Greg put his hand on Jackson's cheek and felt it grow warm. "And the winner will get to do whatever he wants with the looser for at least 24hrs." "We'd have to both call-in sick then. So I can enjoy my prize more fully." Greg playfully smacked him upside the head. "How'd we end up at my place?" "It's closer." "I like your place better." "I like your bed better." "Is that a declaration of surrender?" Greg fished out his key. "Just an opinion. Big four poster bed, lots of pillows, big fluffy comforter." Jackson hugged Greg from behind, pressing himself against Greg's lean body. Greg was everything he'd ever needed in a person. He called him on his bullshit and brought out things in him. Greg took longer than necessary with door, never missing an opportunity to be in physical contact with the burly history professor. Once in the apartment Jackson wandered off to the bathroom leaving Greg free to formulate his battle strategy. "Would you like a massage?" Greg kept a straight face with out difficulty. "Like a back rub or like the other day?" Jackson swallowed. "Like the other day." "Absolutely." Jackson started for the bathroom again, but stopped. He looked Greg dead in the face and removed his shirt, shoes, socks and pants. He hung the pants and shirt off one of the bedposts. He ran is thumbs teasingly back and forth just inside the tops of his forest green boxer briefs. "I really should start thinking of things to do with you during those 24 hours." Greg pushed him on to the bed. "Face down. You haven't won yet." Greg went for the oil. "Close your eyes and take deep breaths." God, Jackson was handsome. "So professional, should I be paying?" "Close your eyes." Greg smacked him gently on the back and watched Jackson's head drop into the pillow. The wild dark brown hair didn't bother to respond much to the change in the direction of gravitational pull. Greg placed the massage oil on the right of Jackson and got undressed as quietly as possible; keeping watch in case Jackson turned. He got some oil on his hands and worked his way up to the knees. Jackson hummed and moaned into you pillow. Greg gently pulled down on Jackson's underwear. Jackson didn't move at first but finally gave in and helped in the process. Greg got all the way to the bottom of Jackson's bottom before he needed more oil. He straddled Jackson's ass and began working his back. "I'm so glad you didn't get all your hair waxed off. I like you being a little fuzzy." Jackson tried to roll over, but couldn't with out making Greg fall. He sounded almost panicked. "Greg, are you…" "Very naked? Yes." Greg felt a deep groan vibrate in Jackson's back. "Unless you'd like me to put my clothes back on?" Another deep more strained groan. Every move he made change his position slightly, almost causing friction between their skins but not quite. "You really are such a shy man." Greg pressed at the base of Jackson's back. Jackson groaned loudly into the pillow and clutched at the sheets. "I think this is the first time we've been naked in front of each other." Greg repositioned himself so the very center of his crotch lay on the very center of Jackson's butt. He began another pass on Jackson's back ending by pressing deep into the base of his back. This time a strained deep growl came from the pillow. He scooted back a little and began an extensive massage of Jackson's rear. "The first time, not counting when you spied on me in the bathroom." Greg felt Jackson's body get hotter. "You knew I was there?" Jackson asked with effort. "Oh yes, I caught a glimpse of you in the mirror. Did you really think I didn't hear you?" "I…well you did leave to door open, it was too tempting. Naked, drying yourself off, then…" There was another groan into the pillow. "Why do you think I left the door open? It was so hard not to watch you, but you'd have stopped it I had. Just knowing your heavy breathing was because you were watching me." Greg teetered forward a little when Jackson ground into the mattress. "Roll over so I can do the other side." Greg knelt next to Jackson as he slowly turned. He avoided looking at Greg at first. When he finally ventured a peek, his lungs lost all functioning for a moment. "You're beautiful." "So are you." Greg pushed him the rest of the way on to his back. He could feel Jackson's eyes on him as he massaged the front of Jackson's legs up to the thighs. "What was our definition of sex again?" Jackson had to swallow before he could talk. "Anything involving naked skin stroking or rubbing of another's naked genitals in a deliberate fashion." Every muscle in his body tensed. Greg straddled Jackson again so his cock lay next to Jackson's. "So this doesn't count." He grinned wickedly at the writhing gentleman beneath him. "Oh God!" Jackson did what came naturally, which was pulling at the sheets and grinding into Greg. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen or felt. Greg planted his feet more solidly and got a little control over his breathing and began massaging Jackson's chest. It took every ounce of self control he possessed not to meet Jackson's actions thrust for thrust, but this was one game Greg wanted to win, so he simply let Jackson writhe but made no move to help. "Do you need to be tied down so I can finish?" Jackson was now moving so much it was all Greg could do to keep falling off the bed. Soon, he kept telling himself, with every cell of his body saying grind into Jackson just as hard and twice as fast. "Yes, no, oh fuck!" Greg moved back so he was kneeling over Jackson's thighs instead. Gently rubbing his painfully erect dick he continued taunting him, "This doesn't count either, since I'm touching my own instead of yours. Can you guess what I'd rather be doing?" "Greg, please!" Jackson grabbed Greg and roughly pulling him on top. He took a bite into Greg's neck growling the whole time. Greg enjoyed the attention for a moment the removed himself from Jackson. He moved his hand over Jackson's cock as if he were stroking him, but kept an inch away. "Say the magic words?" "I surrender! Now please!" Greg took hold of Jackson and brought him to a swift orgasm. The force of it nearly caused Jackson to pass out. Greg let him rest for a moment, but his own built up tensions wouldn't allow for much longer. "I seem to remember something about the loser giving to the winner 'a physical show of honoring the winner in a way he would enjoy'." Jackson grinned and panted a few more times. "You could just say blow job." He rose to his elbows and started to position himself to honor the winner. "I wouldn't want you to strain yourself." Greg pushed him back down and presented his crotch inches from Jackson's face.