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Tantalus Ch. 01

By: Facade123



Eric sat in his car staring at the wheel. His thoughts raced around him as he tried to brace himself for the confrontation he was about to walk into. He could do this, he thought, biting his lip. He had to.

He opened the car door and stepped out into the dark parking lot. Locking his car behind him he began walking towards the building. Loose asphalt crunched with every forced step. He was beginning to sweat now, his hands were beginning to shake. When he got to the door he took one last longing look back towards his car. He indulged in a fantasy were he simply left all this trouble behind him, went back home, and never had to deal with what was to come. The fantasy was fleeting. He had gotten himself in too deep to be allowed to walk away. He didn't know what he was going to say when he got in there but whatever it was he would have to say it. Eric sighed, then pried open the door.

"Welcome to T.G.I. Friday's. We're a little busy right now so there might be a little bit of a wait," the hostess said. Compared to the silence he had been sitting in for the last fifteen minutes the restaurant was deafening. Cutlery clashed on plates, patrons at the bar shouted at their sports teams to put up more points or their bartender to put out more drinks, families laughed as they shared their stories, and Eric found it all a little more than he could handle.

"No, its fine," he told her. "I'm actually meeting someone here." She might have said something along with the nod she gave him but Eric didn't hear it. He scanned the building and didn't see his man, so he walked back further. The booth he was looking for was tucked back in a corner of the restaurant. Of course.

Eric sat down and looked at the man across the table from him. Arthur, at 6'4", was taller than Eric. He kept his black hair buzzed to around half an inch in length. That incredibly dark hair made his blue eyes seem piercing and Eric guessed that Arthur knew it well. While Arthur was in very good shape the most intimidating thing about him by far were those eyes. When Arthur leveled his gaze at you it felt like you were being singled out and taken in. It was like having a spotlight on you.

Arthur was giving Eric that look right now. "You're late," he said. "I'd say I was surprised but honestly I suppose it makes sense. Another ten minutes though and we would have had a problem."

"I'm sorry, you know how northbound traffic gets on Sunday nights." Eric hadn't been stuck in traffic of course. He had been sitting in his car. Arthur probably knew this but it was important for Eric to keep up appearances. On that note he made a conscious effort to steady himself.

Arthur waved the waitress over to their booth. "Could I trouble you for another?" he asked, handing her his drink. She nodded then asked if Eric wanted anything. Eric was about to tell her he was fine when Arthur said "He'll have another of mine. Thank you dear." When the waiter had gone Arthur turned to Eric and said "Don't worry, its on me. Its the least I can do." Eric didn't offer his thanks.

The two sat in silence until the waitress returned with their drinks. Arthur began nursing his but when he noticed that Eric wasn't drinking, he asked "I bought you a drink and you don't even touch it? That's just rude Eric."

"I don't really feel like drinking." Eric said, staring hard at Arthur.

Arthur ignored the look and replied "I would have figured differently. That's why I bought it after all. I thought it would make it easier for you to tell me you don't have my money."

They'd finally gotten down to business. Eric ran his hand across his face then looked back to Arthur. "You're not wrong. I don't have your money. Not all of it at least. I didn't come empty handed though. I have a small payment now. I thought that maybe we could set up a payment plan of sorts. If we could keep the payments at this," Eric slid an envelope across the table, "with payments coming once a month, I could get you paid back by the end of the year."

Arthur peeked inside the envelope, then put it in his pocket. "No. I'm not a fucking bank, Eric. You're not paying back a loan. There are no payment plans. You owe me ten grand. I'll be nice and count what you just handed over towards the principle, since it was technically on time, but from now on you have one month to get me my money. Each week you don't I'm charging five percent interest. If by the end of the month you haven't handed over the cash then I'm going to start seizing assets."

"Ok, maybe the payment plan was on too long of a time frame for you. I could maybe double it,"

"No. What did I just say Eric. I'm not a fucking bank." Arthur was staring straight at Eric and that gaze made it quite clear that this was not a negotiation. Eric was lost. He had known his original offer was never going to fly but had thought that maybe he could get an extension of some kind. Arthur clearly was not in the bargaining mood.

"Arthur, I can't get you the money in that time frame. You know that. Taking the hard line stance isn't good for either of us. If you just give me some leeway you'll make your money back and that's the point, isn't it?"

"You seem to be deliberately hard of hearing so I'll say it again. I'm not a bank." Arthur's composure had gone from civil to threatening; his eyes had widened in anger, his mouth grown taught, his hand clenched on his glass. "I didn't make you a loan. I'm not looking for a return on an investment Eric. You bought a service and are refusing payment. Those are two very different types of transactions. If you didn't have the money, you shouldn't have made the bet. I'm not going to save you if you weren't even willing to save yourself."

Eric started drinking. "Arthur," he said weakly. "I'm just a teacher. I don't have that money. I have a wife and a daughter I need to support and I'm the only income. Please, just work with me here. I'm trying to find a way to get you your money."

"You're a teacher? Then you should know that your 'the dog ate my homework' is my 'please I have a family'. I hear it all the time, it changes nothing, and honestly its almost always a lie."

Eric fumbled in his pocket and took out the picture he had brought with him. "This isn't one of those times." He sat the picture down on the table for Arthur to see. "That's my wife Sharon and my daughter Carolyn. Carolyn is taking real estate classes and Sharon was a stay at home mom until Carolyn moved out. I just can't fork over ten thousand dollars right now."

Arthur reached for the picture and stared at it silently for a moment. Eric realized he was holding his breath but let it out with relief when he saw Arthur start to relax. Arthur handed him back the picture after a few more seconds. "Look, Eric," his tone was now remorseful rather than aggressive. "I just can't work with the schedule you want me to. Truth be told, I was giving you a lot of room to begin with when I said you had until the end of the month. That money needs to be somewhere else by the end of the week. I was essentially fronting you the ten grand for three weeks. Your payment plan just isn't going to happen."

To Eric's credit he stayed well composed. Inside though he was reeling. If he had to get that ten grand now his wife would notice. It would destroy their budget. If he had to stop paying for his daughter's expenses...this could destroy his family. 

"But..." What? Had Arthur just said 'but'? That was what Eric needed. His whole body tensed up. "I might have a solution for us. I was going to pay someone with that money. If you do the job for me I'll wipe your debt. I'll even give you an extra five grand for it."

This wasn't what Eric had wanted but did he have another choice? He was basically being offered fifteen thousand dollars for a job. Suddenly instead of worrying about devastating his family budget Eric was thinking about supplementing it. There was risk though. What would he be getting himself into? 

"I need to know what you want me to do before I say yes. It's not worth it if it only gets me further in debt to you."

Arthur laughed at that. "You're right to be concerned. Even I have to admit that. You don't need to worry though. This is a walk away job, literally. I can't tell you anything specific unless you commit because once I do I can't risk you not going through with it. I will tell you that its completely non-violent though, if that was a concern for you."

Eric was worried but really what choice did he have? If he said no, if he lost his his family over this, he would never be able to live with himself.

"Ok," Eric said, "I'm in."

* * * *

Was that him? That had to be him. Dark red jacket, Packer's cap, white shoes...there certainly wasn't anyone else wearing all three. Eric steadied himself, then walked over and sat down on the bench next to the man. The two of them sat there on their phones for a few minutes. 

After what seemed an interminably long time to Eric the other man collected his stuff, stood up, and began to walk away. Eric looked over at where the other man had been just a moment ago and sure enough there were two credit cards left behind. Eric palmed them and slipped them into his jacket pocket before going back to aimlessly staring at his phone. He waited another five or so minutes before he stood up, grabbed the carry on he had packed, and left the bench behind.

Eric followed the signs for baggage claim and made his way out of the airport. When he walked by the guards at the security checkpoint his heart skipped a beat but they gave him no trouble. Why should they?

After Eric was outside he made his way over to the parking structure where he had left his car. He had parked on the basement level where it was empty. His footsteps echoed around him, muffled by the dark concrete. Arthur was leaning against his car, waiting for him.

"How you doing Eric."

"Could be worse." Eric reached into his jacket and handed Arthur the two cards he had picked up.

"I told you it would be a walk in the park," Arthur said. "Easiest money of your life I'd wager."

That had been bothering Eric actually. All he had had to do was pick up a few cards from a drop in the airport. Was that really worth fifteen thousand dollars? What had he actually just done? "I've worked harder for money, we'll see if that means it was easier."

That got a laugh out of Arthur as he handed Eric back one of the cards. "It's a pre-paid. Your payment is loaded onto it and ready to use." Eric took the card from Arthur with a curt nod.

Arthur stood up off of the car and began to walk away but turned around to say "Eric...I did this because I could tell how much your family meant to you. Remember that."

Eric's face drew into shame, and while it hurt him to say it, he replied "Thank you. It's not going to come to this again. I'm done making bets I can't see through."

If Eric hadn't known better he would have thought the look Arthur shot him was one of pity. Without saying anything further Arthur left Eric alone in the garage.

Eric managed to get into his car before he broke down. It was over. All the tension he had had bottled up inside him came streaming out and he just at there shaking, his head in his hands. It was over. Somehow he had made it out. Now he could put all this behind him. This chapter of his life was closed.

* * * *

Arthur leaned back in his usual booth at the dive bar where he had set up shop. A little bit of himself hated that he conformed to cliches (a bookie in a bar?) but he had to admit, it drew in customers. He had given Eric about two weeks before reaching out. He wasn't sure what exactly was going to happen here, but he couldn't imagine he didn't have the upper hand. He had had his eye out for an opportunity like this for some time and he wasn't going to let this one slip away because he wasn't prepared.

Arthur had time to order another drink at the bar and do decent damage to it before Eric walked in. Eric looked painfully uncomfortable in the bar despite having been there a thousand times before. He knew every corner of that dimly lit room. That smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and mold was something he had long ago grown accustomed to. More over, Eric was quite familiar in particular with that booth in the back corner, with its faded, red leather seats and its dark wood table stained from countless spilled drinks. For all that though, Eric looked like a churchgoer who'd wandered into a den of sin. His eyes were large and his body tensed.

Arthur waved Eric over knowing full well that he would know exactly where to go. With some hesitation Eric moved to the back of the bar and sat down across from Arthur. "Why am I here," Eric asked.

"Well that's good," Arthur said back. "Whenever you don't cut to the chase it's because you have something to hide. I could always tell which of your bets you couldn't cover by how long it took you to place them. I take it things are going well for you then, congratulations."

"That's not an answer," Eric said back. "I got your message and I showed up, I'd rather not be dicked around."

"There's no reason to be rude. We've been on a first name basis for almost a year and a half now, maybe I just missed your company."

"Half a month ago I thought I'd never be back here and now here I am. I've been going to meetings and I'm pretty sure seeing your bookie is against the rules. Please, just get to whatever it is so I can leave."

Arthur nodded his head in acknowledgment. "I'm sorry, I hadn't considered that you might be in some kind of recovery. I'm not trying to get you to place another bet. Honestly, I wouldn't accept it if you tried and I'd be very upset with any of my colleagues who did."

"That's...considerate of you." Eric said back, his voice a mixture of confusion and simple thanks.

"Unfortunately, Eric, I haven't brought you here for good news. Actually, you're not going to be leaving here in a good mood at all, I don't expect." That had noticeably worried Eric.

"What the hell is going on Arthur."

"Well, here's the thing, as you might have expected I'm not just involved in gambling. I have my hands in a couple other pockets as well. This is about the job you did for me."

"I fucking knew it," Eric said through clenched teeth. "I knew that was going to come back to bite me in the ass."

"Don't be too angry at yourself for doing it. It's not like you had too many options in front of you."

"What about being angry at you Arthur? You're the one who's about to do whatever it is you're about to do to me. And you're going to do it with that fake 'I'm your friend' bullshit you always use. Can I be angry about that?" Eric's fists clenched up on the table, his rage was beginning to grow.

Arthur's demeanor snapped into cold professionalism as he softly told Eric, "You're going to want to calm down. You've never caused me trouble Eric but you've been around when someone has. Only a fool doesn't learn from others mistakes."

At that, Eric forced himself to simmer down some. In his peripheral vision he saw Arthur's muscle sit back down in his chair. "Just hurry up and fuck me over already."

Arthur was apparently relaxed again because he had laughed at that. "You'll get the joke in a minute," he told Eric. "As I was saying, I've called you here about the job you helped me with. I noticed you've taken the money off the card. The thing is, that money is directly involved in illicit activities. By taking the money out of the account, you've become a party to them. For better or worse, you're involved now."

"God damn it Arthur..."

"The fact of the matter is you're the one who is exposed here. You're the one who went to an airport to catch a flight, hung around for a little, and then just left. There's no reason to think that you're currently suspected of anything but there's also no reason to think that a nudge in the right direction couldn't change that. Now..."

"You're blackmailing me," Eric cut in. "I get it. You're blackmailing me. Just get to it. I told you earlier I'm done acting as a fucking cat toy for you to swat around." Eric had thought this might happen. He had been worried about it weeks ago when Arthur had first offered him the chance at 'redemption'. What Arthur had said earlier wasn't wrong though. Eric hadn't left himself much choice at the time, he had had to do it. Earlier today when Eric had gotten the call to meet Arthur he had been terrified of this possibility. Now that he knew for a fact that it was happening the terror had left him. In its place Eric had simply become removed.

Arthur hadn't expected Eric's resolve. "Fine. One of the other businesses I'm involved in is pornography. It's almost impossible to make money in the porn industry for reasons that I'm sure you know of. There is, however, a niche that we believe people would be willing to pay for. That niche is actual footage of porn that has traditionally only been fantasy. One of those subjects is student-teacher."

"Fuck you," Eric shot back.

"Eric,"

"No. Go to hell. I'm not sleeping with one of my students for you. Even putting aside the fact that I might lose my job, I'm a high school teacher."

"Not only do I recommend for your own sake that you pick a student who is of age, but I insist on it. We don't want the heat that comes with underage porn."

"It's not happening."

"You don't have a choice here Eric."

"This blackmail goes both ways. What if I were to go to the cops? I have just as much information to work with here as you do."

"If you think that's true you're an idiot. You don't even have evidence that there was a crime involved. Even if you did, I'm insulated from it. It wouldn't cause a single hiccup in my life. I, however, have enough information on what happened at that airport to make sure you're ass fucked in a prison for at least the next ten years."

Eric was smoldering. He had expected to be used for grunt work, something with exposure that Arthur didn't quite want to put his own guys on or dish out the hazard pay for. The jobs he had imagined himself being forced into were so far removed from his real life that they seemed abstract. This, though, intersected directly with his real life. It felt personal.

None of that even touched on the fact that he was essentially being asked to cheat on his wife. He couldn't do that. Sharon was his world. If it came out he had slept with a student he'd lose his job and his family in a single stroke. What was their left for him after that?

Arthur could tell that Eric was struggling to accept this. "What are you worried about Eric? Losing your job? I could take that away from you anyways. Losing your wife? Again, I could take her away from you already. Isn't that how you got here in the first place? If your wife knew the extent of your gambling problem, assuming she even knows about it in the first place, or if she were to find out the terrible criminal dealings you're now involved in, it would be over anyways."

He was right. All the things he might lose by doing this he would definitely lose if he didn't. His back was to the wall, and if he was honest with himself, he had backed into that corner all on his own. He had no right to rage against it. All he could do was try and play it out.

"What, exactly, do you want from me."

"It's nothing too much. A video, with audio, of you and a student together. If you need we can get you a camera to film it on. If you could make it happen somewhere that looks like its a classroom or your office that would get you a bonus. The only other thing is we need her acknowledging that you're a teacher on film."

"How long do I have."

"Let's say two weeks."

Eric stood up from the booth and asked "Are we done then?" Arthur nodded back and Eric walked out of the bar.

* * * *

The past hour barely even seemed real to Eric but when he opened his front door and stepped into his house things seemed to go a little bit back to normal. The familiarity of his home calmed Eric. There was nowhere else in the world that he could feel as comfortable. Raising a family somewhere will do that.


Tantalus Ch. 01



"You're back late," his wife Sharon called from the living room. Eric walked out of the narrow hallway his front door opened into and joined his wife on the living room couch. He practically sank into it. Until that moment he hadn't realized how exhausted he was. He had been tense for hours, since he had received Arthur's message.

His wife turned her attention away from the TV to give him a worried look. "You ok?" she asked him.

"Just a long day," he said. "My boss is really starting to ask a lot of me." Eric cursed inwardly. It may have been a lie but it ran a little too close to calling Arthur his boss. That thought made bile rise in Eric's throat.

"I'm sorry baby," she said. "Are they trying to get you to teach geometry again?"

"No, its just administrative stuff."

Sharon moved over next to him and rested her head on his shoulder, placing her hand on his chest. Eric let out a sigh and leaned his head onto hers. Sharon had always been self-conscious about her figure but Eric couldn't imagine someone he'd rather come home to. Sharon was skinny, with B cup breasts and, Eric had to admit, a flat ass. He didn't mind it at all though, actually he preferred it. She felt that her vibrantly green eyes clashed with her light blond hair and in the past had tried dying her hair darker, but Eric had always loved her natural coloring. Her face was round, which alongside her small 5'6" build made her, well, adorable. It made Eric just want to wrap her up in his arms and hold her.

The two had met in high school. Most people thought it was cute that the two high-school sweethearts had married but their hands had been forced. The year Sharon graduated, when she was eighteen and Eric twenty, she had become pregnant. The couple had decided that they loved each other enough to tie the knot and try and raise the kid. 

Sharon had always meant to get back to work at some point but after their daughter was born it had never really materialized. Eric had managed to put himself through a four-year college with the financial help of both his and Sharon's parents as well as more hard work than anything else in his life had taken before or since. When he managed to land a job at a high school the couple had taken up root and moved.

They had planned on having another kid some day but they were stressed enough financially as it was. Carolyn, their daughter, had just graduated and was in her first semester at a local college. Eric and Sharon were only just beginning to cope with the empty nest and had been thinking over their choice not to have a second child. At the ages 38 and 36 respectively though it was mostly just daydreaming.

Really the last thing they needed was another kid. The two were happy. Honestly, they were happier than they deserved. High school sweethearts who married young at the end of a shotgun have, and this will no doubt be a shock, a high divorce rate. With one very large exception the two had had a successful and happy marriage. This was as close to the dream as either could have hoped for.

Eric began absent mindedly running his hand through Sharon's hair as he decompressed and she responded by slowly tracing her fingers across his chest. "You know," she said, beginning to move one of her fingers in languid circles, "I might know a good way to deal with stressful days."

"There's nothing meditative about painting the bedroom. I told you I'd get around to it later this month."

Sharon laughed a little under her breath, then reached up and kissed her husband. Eric wrapped his arms around Sharon and pulled her in close as he kissed her back. Sharon pulled her mouth away from his, "You're damn right you will."

"Oh?" Eric said. "Make me." He picked Sharon up in his arms and threw her down on the rest of the couch, landing down on top of her, his arms pinning her on either side. Sharon shrieked playfully as she fell before breaking out into laughter as she pounded her fists against his chest. Eric just ignored her. He trapped her fists against her chest as he leaned down on top of her and silenced her laughter with another kiss.

Sharon gave into it as her playful resistance faded. She unpinned her hands and slipped them under his shirt, running them up and down his back before she began to slide the shirt off of him. Eric raised his arms to help then began taking her shirt off as well. Hurrying, Sharon fumbled at the buttons on his jeans, her eyes smoldering. Eric sat up to get them off, then reached his thumbs into the waistline of her shorts. He ran his thumbs over her hips a few times then pulled her shorts and underwear off in one fluid motion. 

Eric laid back down on top of her, enjoying the sensation of her naked body against his. He ran his hands down her side, stopping at her thigh. He moved his hand to her inner thigh and slowly pushed her legs open before moving his hand up to her sex. Sharon was already wet and gasped when she felt Eric first push a finger inside of her.

She pulled his head down and continued to kiss him while her other hand snaked between her legs to help. She took his hand and delicately folded another two fingers into position to enter her. Eric obliged and slipped them inside. He slowly moved his fingers into and out of Sharon as she rocked her hips in time.

Sharon reached down further and grabbed Eric's cock in one hand beginning to jerk it in time to his fingering. They lay their in each other's embrace like that for a while longer, enjoying the feel of their lover's hands. Then, Eric slid further up Sharon and pushed himself inside of her. Sharon had become soaked and he slid in with one thrust. Sharon let her head fall back as a moan escaped her lips.

Eric pulled himself out almost completely before slowly sliding back in. Sharon wrapped her arms around his back and pressed herself against him, rocking her hips faster. On cue, Eric began picking up speed, pushing himself in and out of Sharon.

Eric moved his hands up above Sharon's head and she responded by moving her's down onto his waist. He began going more quickly now, pounding in and out of her as she pulled him along. "Oh, God" she moaned, "Oh God yes."

Eric looked down at his wife. Her blonde hair was in disarray around her, her eyes hooded as she took in the feeling of Eric filling her up. Eric leaned down and gently bit on her neck as he kept the pace of his thrusting.

Sharon's body began to tense underneath him and her hands found a firm grasp on his shoulder's. "Don't stop," she panted. "I'm so close." Eric kept going, moving his mouth up her neck to nibble on her earlobe. Sharon continued to tense up, then release, then tense up. Each time she grabbed his shoulders more forcefully. Then, finally, she began slamming her hips up to meet him as her guttural moans grew harsher. Her nails dug into his shoulder blades and he felt her whole body shudder as her orgasm took her.

When it passed Sharon let out a deep breath and ran a hand through Eric's hair. Satisfied that his wife was satisfied, Eric let himself slowly edge towards his own climax. He had slowed down his pace after his wife had cum but he started picking the pace back up. Sharon's pussy was soaked and Eric couldn't hold himself back any longer. He slammed into Sharon with one final thrust. She grabbed onto his hips and held him their as his cum filled her up.

Spent, Eric collapsed down onto his wife. He just lay there, burried in Sharon, as she ran her fingers through his short hair. When he had grown soft he pulled himself out of his wife and they rearranged themselves so that they were laying side by side on the couch. "God I love you," Eric told her.

"I love you too baby," Sharon said back, smiling warmly. She pressed her ass back onto his crotch as she snuggled in more tightly. Eric cupped one of her breasts in his hand and Sharon laid her own hand over his. They stayed there like that as the sound of the TV lulled them to sleep.

* * * *

Eric sat at the front of the classroom, ostensibly grading papers. His class sat in their desks, ostensibly finishing up the problems he had put up on the board. Realistically, both were just moving their pens around and staring blankly at their papers as they waited for the bell to ring. The class was looking forward to it. That bell released them to their weekend. Eric, however, was dreading it.

Saturday would mark the two week deadline that Arthur had given him. When that bell rang it meant he would have to do what he had to do or accept whatever Arthur would do if he didn't. Eric knew he couldn't risk crossing Arthur. He didn't have the cards in hand to make a stand right now. If he wanted to get out from Arthur's thumb he would need to comply until he had a move to make.

Eric had given a lot of thought to how he wanted to do this. As the youngest male teacher in the school he had a handful of girls who were unabashedly flirtatious around him. He knew that most of those girls would follow through on their flirting but he also knew that by the time they left the room all of their friends would know about it. He needed a student who would be incentived not to let it get out.

The bell rang and Eric felt his nerves start to catch up with him. "You all know the work that's due Monday. Make sure you get it done, you want to give yourself time to study for the quiz on Tuesday." Some of the students acknowledged him but most of them just left the classroom as quickly as they could. Before Eric knew it he was left alone with his thoughts. 

He gathered up his papers and made his way to his office. It was placed behind a door at the back of the classroom. It was a small office since Eric hadn't been at this school very long and he was at the bottom of his department's pecking order. The door opened up on the left corner of the office; the office itself measured only four feet deep and stretched another seven feet down along the wall it shared with the classroom. Eric's desk rested at the far wall and most of the rest of the space was taken up by different cabinets. 

Eric sat down at his desk and set the papers he had been pretending to grade down next to him. The silence in his office had Eric thinking once more about what he had to do.

When Eric had put his mind to it there was one student that seemed like the right choice. Sarah Frost was a senior in his AP calculus class. She was a good student, too. Eric had talked to her other teachers and she was doing well in all her other courses. Unfortunately, she was not a very good calculus student. 

Sarah had set her sights high and the prospect of taking the D in calculus that she was looking at was not something that she was willing to accept. To her credit she had been trying hard; she studied for every quiz and every exam, completed every assignment, did everything she could to learn the material. It didn't seem to be enough though. Some people just weren't meant for math.

Sarah was the perfect target (and Eric felt his skin crawl when he caught himself thinking that). She was of legal age, she had something to gain from sleeping with him and she had a good reason to keep it quiet. If it got out that she had slept her way to a passing grade in his course it would be far worse for her than just taking the failing grade. In Eric's mind that made her three for three on the checklist.

Eric had his doubts though. Would Sarah actually go that far just to pass this single class? Was she that worried about just one grade? Eric thought she might be. She had been trying to flirt with him in a painfully transparent attempt to get him to be more lenient with his grading. Did that mean she would sleep with him? No, but it might. Eric was backed into a corner and she was his best bet to get out of it.

Eric was snapped out of his thoughts by a knocking on his office door. He turned around in his seat and standing in his doorway was Sarah. "Mr. Collins?"

"Oh, hi Sarah. Sorry, I was grading papers. You ready to get started? I was thinking that we could just work in here today."

"Yeah, that works for me."

Eric stood up and motioned for her to take a seat at his desk. He moved his papers out of the way and she replaced them with her notebooks. When Eric had come to the conclusion that Sarah would be the student he was going for he had offered to tutor her after school. They had been meeting in his classroom for the last week and a half. Each time Eric had waited for the opportunity to just fall into his lap no matter how obvious it was that it wasn't going to happen. He was out of time now though. He would have to make it happen himself.

Sarah was opening up her notebooks to the most recent homework assignment and flipping her textbook to the corresponding page. Eric had to admit, if he had to sleep with one of his students he wasn't too upset it was Sarah. She had straight, auburn hair down past her shoulder blades. She was a little mousy, and her glasses didn't help that much, but honestly that had never turned Eric off. Her boobs looked like B cups to him but it was hard to tell since she never showed them off. Her ass was surprisingly large considering how small she was. It wasn't big by any means but it looked like it had something to grab onto.

"I'm having trouble with problem 37," she said, once again snapping him out of thought. 

"What kind of problem is it?" he asked back.

"Function analysis. I don't understand why my graph doesn't look like the one in the book."

"Well let me see your work," Eric said. He kneeled behind her and leaned over her shoulder to look at her homework. As he leaned over he set his right hand down on her thigh. He felt her stiffen a little at the unexpected contact but she seemed to accept it without any issue. "Ok, well whats the major difference between your graph and the right answer?" he asked her.

"Um, well there's a hole on the book's graph. But I don't know why. I double checked my work and there isn't a critical point there."

"Well," Eric answered, "you're right about that. You shouldn't be getting a critical point there." As he talked he kept his hand still but began to slowly rub her thigh with his thumb. "You're looking in the wrong place, you're over thinking it. Look back at the original function and tell me what you see."

Sarah spent longer looking at the problem than she probably should have but Eric couldn't be sure that wasn't because she was being distracted. "Oh my god," she finally said. "I'm so stupid. There's a hole because it's a rational function."

"Good job." Eric squeezed her thigh as he said it and when he released the pressure he began to move his hand up and down it. "See? You can do this stuff. Your problem is you get inside your head and overlook the simple things you already know."

"Um, Mr. Collins?" Sarah was looking down at his hand.

"Yes?" Eric continued to slowly move his hand on her thigh.

Sarah just stared at it for a moment and when she turned to look at Eric with a confused look on her face he seized the moment. Eric leaned in and kissed her. 

Sarah's initial reaction was shock and she made no move to reciprocate the kiss. Eric could practically hear the gears turning in her head as she processed what was happening and what it meant. After what seemed like an eternity to Eric she returned the kiss.

He felt her lips part ever so slightly. It was far from the most enthusiastic kiss he had ever had but she was giving him the green light. Eric began to push the kiss forwards, opening his mouth more, and Sarah reciprocated. When Eric slowly started to use his tongue he found it met by her own. He pushed it between her lips, gently, and felt her swirl the tip of her tongue around his.

As the two continued to make out Eric turned his desk chair around so that their angle was less awkward. His hand became more adventurous and he ran it up and down the full length of her thigh. His other hand held the back of her head as he kissed her.

Eric broke the kiss and took a step a back before turning and walking to the office's open door. Sarah was just staring at him. "Are you sure you're ok with this?" 

Sarah thought for a moment but when she spoke she simply said, "Yes."

Eric shut and locked the door to his office so that they wouldn't be disturbed. He quickly shot a glance at the camera he had set up on a cabinet in the back corner of the room to make sure it was on. Satisfied that everything was as set as it was going to be Eric walked back over to Sarah. He reached down and helped her stand up out of the chair and began to kiss her again. As his tongue began exploring Sarah's mouth his hands reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. She broke away from him and raised her arms over her head to help Eric take the shirt off then moved back in. Eric's left hand reached up to her back and held her close to him as he worked to unhook her bra. When it fell away Eric found himself a little shocked. He had been expecting B cups but honestly her boobs were not much more than bee stings.

As Eric began to take his own shirt off Sarah slipped out of her skirt and underwear. When Eric's shirt cleared his head he found himself staring directly at Sarah's naked body. She stood there with her wrists crossed, not really sure what to look at or what to do with herself. The first thing he noticed was how small she was. She might have stood around 5'10" but her frame was miniscule. Eric then found his eyes going further down and he found his second shock, her bush was hardly trimmed at all and it was just as auburn as her hair.

"Have you ever, you know, been with someone before?" Eric asked her. It hadn't actually occurred to him that she might not have.

"A couple times, yeah." she said, thoroughly embarrassed. 

Eric had no reason to doubt her. He was a little relieved actually. He would have felt awful if this had been her first time. She deserved better than that. 

He finished taking his clothes off and when he too was fully naked he reached out and pulled Sarah against him. He kissed her once more as his hand reached down and grabbed her ass. He hadn't been wrong about that, it was the only part of her that had any meat to it.

Eric spun her around so she was facing away from him and then pulled her back up against him. The top of her ass cheeks were pressed firmly against his now hard dick. With his left hand he began slowly trailing a circle around her nipple, spiraling inward, until he was gently rubbing her boob. His right hand did the same thing but then began to slide down her stomach to her hips and onto her thigh. 

As he cupped one of her small breasts he moved his right hand onto her inner thigh and slowly opened her legs. The hand moved up her thigh until it rested on the inside cusp of her hip. He trailed his fingers back up her hip onto her pubis then ran his fingers down through her pubic hair. With a single finger he traced her slit down and back up. At first he moved his finger as lightly as a feather but with each pass he applied just a little more pressure. Finally Eric slipped his finger inside of her. He began to work it in and out, slowly, until he felt her start to moisten. At that, Eric slipped a second finger inside of her and continued working them in and out of her.

Eric's other hand continued to play with Sarah's breasts, alternating between cupping them and playing with her nipples. Feeling Sarah grow wet was making Eric incredibly hard. His hips rocked as he grinded his cock against her ass cheeks. Sarah closed her eyes and leaned into it, allowing Eric to continue fingering her.

At last Eric felt she was ready. He let go of her and sat down in the chair. He then positioned Sarah so she was facing away from him and pulled her ass down towards his lap. She got the hint of what he wanted and lowered herself down. Eric took hold of his erection and lined it up with Sarah's pussy. Grabbing her by the hips Eric slowly brought her down onto his cock.




Tantalus Ch. 01



Sarah responded with a sharp intake of breath and Eric moaned. He began moving her up and down on his dick. Before long Sarah had gotten the hang of it and was rocking herself on him. Sarah was bent forward which gave Eric an amazing view as his dick disappeared into her. Her pussy's lips were spread wide around him. 

Eric had begun thrusting his hips up to meet her each time she pushed herself down. "Say my name," Eric said, panting. 

It took Sarah a moment to realize what he meant. As she gyrated her hips she began to moan "Fuck me Mr. Collins."

Hearing that flipped something for Eric. He moved her off of his lap, stood up, and shoved her notebooks off his desk. He took hold of Sarah's shoulders and bent her over the desk. After he positioned himself behind her Eric thrust himself back inside of Sarah. He was pounding her now; each time he buried his dick in her there was a meaty slap as her ass jiggled. "Oh fuck, Mr. Collins, oh god," Sarah continued to moan. 

Eric grabbed hold of her auburn hair and arched her upper body back towards him. He felt himself getting closer to orgasm as he sawed in and out of her pussy. This wasn't how he wanted it to end though.

Eric pulled out and sat back down in the chair. Sarah moved to go back to their first position but Eric stopped her. When Eric pulled her down into a kneeling position before him she understood. Sarah didn't waste any time and took Eric's dick into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down on his cock as she sucked him off.

It was far from the best blowjob he had received but it didn't matter. He had been close when Sarah had started sucking his dick but the sight of her doing it was pushing him over the edge. He had seen Sarah sitting out in his class every day for months. Now here she was with her lips wrapped around his cock head. 

That did it. Eric pushed his dick a little bit further into her mouth and began shooting his cum down her throat. Sarah swallowed the first rope but began to cough on the second. She jerked her head away and in her coughing spat out some of his cum. Eric wasn't done though and the next few ropes landed squarely on her face. Eric was exhausted but the sight of Sarah's young face covered in his cum, strands of it dripping off her chin, almost had him ready to go again.

Instead Eric just leaned back in his chair and let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Sarah silently cleaned herself off and got dressed again. Eric joined her in putting back on his clothes. He knew the look he saw in Sarah's eyes. It wasn't sexual satisfaction; it was shame. Now that Eric wasn't lost in a nubile fantasy he was barely keeping the tide of his own shame back.

When Sarah was ready to go she made her way to the office door. After she unlocked it, she turned back around and for the first time since Eric had kissed her made direct eye contact. "Needless to say, I'm getting an A in this class and the most glowing recommendation of my life."

Eric stared at her, a little taken aback by her sudden conviction. "Needless to say," he replied, "no one ever knows about this." The two held eye contact for a couple of seconds before both looked away. Sarah left the office and closed the door after her and only then did Eric allow himself to feel what was coming.

What had he just done? Sarah was his student. She was a high schooler. Had he really just fucked her in his office? Everything he had built his life around, his family, his job...it was all opposed to what he had just done.

Oh god, Sharon. He'd just cheated on Sharon. How could he have done that? The one major fight they had ever had, the only time they had ever come close to leaving one another, had been when Eric had found out that Sharon had slept with someone else. It made sense, he knew. At the time they had only ever been with each other. Of course she had gotten bored, searched for something else. He had been getting bored himself. That had almost destroyed them though. Now he had done exactly the same thing knowing full well how much it would hurt Sharon if she ever found out.

Eric stood up and turned off the camera. At least this would get Arthur off his back. That was the one and only good thing to come out of today.

* * * *

Sharon was in the kitchen making dinner when she heard the knock on the door. She turned the stove down a little then walked over to the front door. When she opened it up a man with short black hair and shockingly blue eyes was standing on her porch.

"Hello, Mrs. Collins?" he asked. "My name is Arthur. There's something we need to talk about."



Tantalus Ch. 02



Character Descriptions

Eric Collins -- Eric is a 38 year old man. He is six feet tall and a 180 lbs. He wears his hair professionally short; both his eyes and his hair are brown. Eric is a teacher at a high school, where he spends most of his weekdays. Him and Sharon have been together since they were in high school themselves, almost twenty years.

Sharon Collins -- Eric's wife. Sharon is two years younger, at the age of 36. She has a small figure, topping in at only 5'6" and 130 lbs. Her hair is naturally blonde and she wears it down to her shoulders. She has bright green eyes. Sharon is skinny, with B cups and a flat ass. Her and Eric had a daughter when she was 18, Carolyn, and have been together ever since.

Carolyn Collins -- Eric and Sharon's daughter. She is eighteen years old and currently taking classes in real estate at a local college.

Arthur -- Arthur is a career criminal. He was Eric's booky for nearly two years, although he partakes in many different enterprises. Arthur is 29 years old. He is an imposing figure, standing at 5'4" and 190 lbs. He is in good shape, if not completely muscular. His black hair is buzzed down to a medium length, and his most notable feature are his piercingly blue eyes.

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Tantalus

Chapter 2 -

Sharon was in the kitchen making dinner when she heard the knock on the door. She turned the stove down a little then walked over to the front door. When she opened it up a man with short black hair and shockingly blue eyes was standing on her porch.

"Hello, Mrs. Collins?" he asked. "My name is Arthur. There's something we need to talk about."

"I'm sorry?" she asked back.

"Oh," he replied with a laugh. "That probably sounded a little ominous. I'm from Evergreen Investments. We recently acquired your mortgage in a securities purchase we made and there are some things I'd like to go over with you."

"I'm kind of in the middle of cooking dinner, and my husband isn't home yet, do you think you could come back at a better time?"

"I'm sorry this is an inconvenient time for you, but honestly my schedule is not very accommodating and the sooner this meeting gets on the books the better. I'd be more than willing to wait for your husband to get home before we get down to business though."

"Its just that right now isn't really the best-"

"It really can't wait, I'm afraid."

"I see," Sharon said. "Well, I guess you had better come in then." She lead Arthur into the living room on the other side of the door and let him know that he could wait on the couch. The kitchen was situated next to the living room, with a window between the two rooms cut in the wall over the stove. The two talked while they waited for Eric to come home. Sharon mostly asked about the real estate market, wondering what prospects her daughter would have in the field. According to Arthur, she would be fine.

Eric got home twenty minutes after Arthur had arrived, and he looked haggard. The weight of the day was heavy on his shoulders. "Hey honey," Sharon called out as he opened the door. "We have company over, a man from the mortgage company."

Eric made to reply, but he froze when he saw Arthur sitting on his couch, the words stuck in his throat. Arthur simply raised an eyebrow, then put a finger up to his lips. 

Sharon stepped out of the kitchen and walked up to her husband. "You ok? You look kind of run down."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Long day at work. Look if its not to much to ask Mr. ..."

"Call me Arthur."

"...Arthur, then do you think we could do this another time. I'm really in no mood for whatever it is that brought you here."

Sharon tried to speak up but Arthur replied before she had a chance. "As I told your lovely wife earlier, it really can't wait. We need this meeting on the books as soon as possible for processing reasons. It won't take long."

"Why don't you go change Eric. By the time you're back out I'll have dinner all set."

"No. Let's get this done before dinner. He said it shouldn't take long right?"

Sharon leaned in and in a hushed tone said "You're being a little rude don't you think?"

"He's here on business, he doesn't care." With that Eric walked over and seated himself in a chair across from Arthur. Sharon waited a moment, then sat down in a chair against the wall, forming a half circle between the three of them.

"Well ok then," Arthur said, "let's get down to it. As I told your wife earlier, I work for Evergreen Investments and we have just purchased your mortgage on the market and there are a few things we want to go over with you."

"I don't see what those could be," Eric shot back. "The terms were set years ago. There shouldn't be anything left to discuss."

"Well that's just it, you see. The interest rate on your mortgage was never locked in. You left it adjustable. Now at the time you took the mortgage out I'm sure that whoever was advising you thought that was a good thing. Interest rates were looking like they'd keep going down for quite some time. That, however, is no longer the case."

"Are you saying you're upping our rate?" Sharon asked.

"Well, no." he replied. "What I'm saying is more that the interest rate could be raised, if my company decided that needed to happen. Fortunately, you two have very good credit, and congratulations on that."

"Thank you," Eric said, barely holding the venom back. "Why bother to come, in person, at dinner time, just to tell us that nothing is changing."

"I'm sorry if my visit has put you out Mr. Collins."

"He didn't mean it like that, he's just tired. My husband is a school teacher and being locked in a room with kids all day can do that to you." Sharon gave a smile with her laugh.

"Ah, yes, kids can do that to you." Arthur shot Eric a glance before continuing. "I find that there's a certain release you can find with them too though."

Eric flinched at the words, and seeing that he was temporarily subdued Arthur continued on. "You of course have a point though. I wouldn't be here if that was all there was to this. Your credit is good, true, but credit alone is not the only consideration in determining rate readjustment. Now, I apologize if this seems a little forward, but if, say, a history of gambling problems, heretofore unknown to any previous lenders, were discovered...well that could very well trigger an adjustment."

The couple sat quietly. Eric looked inflamed, Sharon in shock. She spoke first. "That...that was a long time ago. Arthur, he got help. He's been on the wagon a long time now. Your investment is in no risk."

"Well Sharon," Eric silently fumed at Arthur's efforts to enforce a first-name basis. "the issue is that gambling poses an existential risk to the investment. Any slip, at any time, could cost us a lot of money. Preemptively raising the interest rate would be a check against that." 

Sharon tried to reply, but Arthur cut her off. "I don't see why you're so worked up though. I'm talking purely hypothetically. My company has no knowledge of any such gambling problem. I don't see why they should. Do you?" He paused, then continued. "I mean, it's not like there is one for them to know about anyways."

"I...I don't really understand..." Sharon said.

"What game are you playing." Eric said. Like his wife, he wasn't sure what was happening, but unlike his wife, he was sure he was on the losing end of it.

"Look," Arthur's face drew up into a sympathetic smile, "I've seen people struggle with money, and I've definitely seen people struggle with gambling. You two have your lives in order, I see no reason to turn them upside down."

"Thank you," Sharon whispered, her nerves relenting slightly.

Eric remained unconvinced. "The goodness of your heart? That's what brought you here tonight? I'd love to believe you, but I don't."

"Eric." Sharon hissed. "A man tries to help and you shoot him down for it?"

"No, its alright Sharon. People in my business don't have the best reputation for compassion."

"It still doesn't add up." Eric said.

"With all due respect, Eric, maybe you don't understand the gravity of the situation then. Going to my company with this would be huge. First, your interest rates would skyrocket. Frankly, they'd go high enough that you'd be backwards in months. It wouldn't be long before your house would be seized. The thing is though, that would only make things worse. Your house won't cover the added debt from the interest payments. They'll start going after other assets. Then there's the matter of fraud."

Sharon was beginning to look horrified. Eric was drawing himself to composure. Arthur continued, "You see, it could be argued that hiding that gambling problem defrauded the lenders. Would that hold up? I don't think so. The court costs to prove that though would be substantial. If somehow it does though, then there would be prison time. But worst of all, you'd no longer be eligible to cosign on your daughter's student loans. Without a cosigner, the quotes she'll get will be so high that she herself would be forced into debt. Do you see now Eric? I couldn't do all that to your family when there's no reason to."

"And is there?" Eric asked, through grated teeth.

"If there was, wouldn't I have done it?"

The three sat in silence as Eric stared Arthur down. Rising from his chair, Arthur said "Well, I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome. Why don't we call it night."

"I'll walk you out." Eric said, quick to grasp onto a way to get Arthur out of his house. 

Arthur said his goodbyes to Sharon, but when he stepped outside the door he turned to Eric and said, "A moment outside, if you will."

Eric followed Arthur, shutting the door behind them. "What the fuck was that," he hissed. "You show up at my house? You threaten my family? I don't know who you think you are, but there are lines. This...this is insane. You're insane. You come back to my house and I swear, I'll kill you."

Arthur put on a solemn look. "Eric, I know that I'm pushing you pretty far here. I promise you though, nothing I said in there was a threat. I meant what I said. I have the power to destroy your and your family's lives, yes, but I see absolutely no reason to."

"You don't see any because you want me under your thumb. So as long as I play ball there isn't a reason to. I get that, don't treat me like an idiot. I also get that what you said in there was definitely a threat. Don't patronize me Arthur."

"What is it exactly you imagine I want you 'under my thumb' for Eric?"

"Hell if I know. Why don't you just come out and say it instead of pretending like you're some mild-mannered securities trader instead of the manipulative, lying bastard that you are."

"I find it funny that you think that me being a securities trader means I'm not a manipulative, lying bastard. But ok. You want to know what I want? I'll tell you." Arthur took a pause before continuing. "I want to have dinner with you and your wife next Friday."

Eric took a moment. He wasn't sure what he had expected, but whatever it was he was sure it would have been more...diabolical. Which worried him. "Why."

"Frankly? I'm bored Eric."

"You want to have dinner with me and my wife because you're bored? Bullshit."

Arthur laughed at that. "Honestly. I think that, when I take you out Friday, you'll get that I'm telling the truth."

"That's not happening. I don't know what makes you think that you can stand in my living room, blackmail me, without telling me why, by the way, and then that we would all just go have a nice dinner. Do you even hear yourself?"

Arthur's face suddenly became serious. "Blackmail? Yes. You realize I could destroy everything you have, right? I could raze your life to ground around you. I could bury you, your wife, your daughter, and anyone else you have any connection to on a whim. I can take your house, your job, your relationship, and when I have all that I can send you to prison just for fun. In short, Eric, I own you. I could ask you to kill a man and you know as well as I do that you'd do it. But I'm not. I'm inviting you to dinner. And you, being the stupid little shit that you are, don't realize the mercy I'm showing you. So I'll tell you what Eric, I'm no longer asking because I do not need to. We are having dinner Friday. When you get there, you'll be dressed in slacks and a button down. Your wife will be wearing a dress; specifically, the one I'll be sending over. Finally, every night until then you'll be thanking your God that this is all I'm telling you to do. Goodnight, Eric." Finished, Arthur turned and walked away. Eric was fuming, but underneath the rage he had gone cold. When Arthur got into his car, Eric finally shook himself loose enough to go back inside.

"What were you guys talking about?" Sharon asked, her concern evident.

"Hm? Oh, uh, I wanted to ask about some of the specifics on our mortgage. He said that he had to go though so we'll talk about it later. He invited us to dinner on Friday, actually."

"Oh."

"It was his suggestion. Seemed like a good idea."

"Yeah...I guess. Eric...I don't like him. Something's off about him. This whole thing was bizarre. Are we going to be ok?"

"We're going to be fine. Like he said, if he meant us harm he would have done something already, wouldn't he have? I think he's trying to help." Eric could feel the bile in his throat as he said this, but comforting Sharon was more important than his pride.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it doesn't make any sense if what he wanted was to hurt us. Why even bother telling us? He was probably just nervous that he's lying to his company. He's putting his job on the line."

"I guess when you put it like that..."

Eric walked over and hugged his wife. She sat there in his arms for a while, before turning away and going over to the kitchen. "We should eat before it gets cold."

* * * *

Eric and Sharon walked over to the booth where the maitre d' had told them they would find Arthur. The restaurant was five stars, nicer than anywhere the couple had eaten in a long time. Since before Carolyn was born, probably.

Dressed in just some nice khaki pants and a button-down shirt, Eric found himself severely under dressed. Sharon, on the other hand, looked fantastic. The dress that Arthur had sent over to their house was white, with shoulder straps that crossed over her chest. It hugged itself tight around her hips and ass, then fell loose to the top of her knees. The back was left open until beneath the shoulder blades.

When the dress had arrived, there had been some discussion between the couple over whether or not she should wear it. Both agreed it was very weird for Arthur to have sent it over, but then again Sharon actually wouldn't have had something to wear that was up to the restaurant's standards without it, so maybe it was justified. Besides, she had said, it was rude to turn down a gift. Eric had hated giving in to anything that Arthur asked for, but he could tell that despite his wife's honest attempt at objectivity she really just wanted to wear the dress. So, reluctantly, Eric had ceded the issue.

"Eric, nice to see you. And Sharon, you look magnificent. Please, have a seat." Arthur motioned to the booth across from him. The table sat next to a window. Panels of oak wood separated the booths that lined this wall from one another, giving them some privacy. The seats were upholstered with leather, the table made from some kind of hardwood, and the floor carpeted. 

"Thank you," Sharon said back. "For the compliment and the dress." Eric had simply nodded in response.

"Oh, its no matter," Arthur replied. "I'm a man of extravagant taste, but also of modesty. For instance, I love this restaurant, but feel embarrassed asking people to eat here, since between the costs of the dress code, the parking, and the menu itself it can be something of an ordeal. So I like to help if I can."

"How thoughtful." Eric said, his face expressionless. Now it was Arthur's turn to simply nod in response. 

The three continued with their small talk until the waiter arrived and their orders were placed. When the waiter had left, Arthur turned to the couple and said, "Now the reason I asked for us to have dinner is two fold. First, I felt like you needed a little more reassurance that I have no ill will here. Because I don't. Second though is that I myself need some assurances."

"Is this where you ask us for something?" Eric asked.

"Only the truth," Arthur said, his expression disarming. "By not going to my company with what I know I'm taking on some exposure. I just need to know that the gambling really is behind you. When is the last time you gambled Eric?"

Anger flashed over Eric's face, but before he could say anything back Sharon spoke up. "It's been years. He cleaned up since then. He doesn't even make friendly wagers anymore. You have nothing to worry about, I promise you."

"Well that's reassuring to hear. I suppose a man's wife is the best source on him you can get." That last comment from Arthur was paired with a sideways glance towards Eric.

Sharon had a few more questions, but by the time the table's food arrived the business had mostly been concluded. Eric ate quickly, hoping to leave as soon as possible. He would only respond when asked a question, otherwise he sat silently.

To his displeasure, this might have backfired some. Sharon thought his silence rude, and so specifically made an effort to engage Arthur in conversation, which he, of course, accepted. Sharon would tell Arthur stories of Eric and her, or of Carolyn (which Eric especially disliked), and he in turn would talk about his ex-wife (who Eric was fairly certain was as real as Arthur's position at the 'investment firm').

Finally Eric got his wish and the dinner came to end. Arthur walked them out then turned to shake Eric's hand. He pretended that he didn't see the offer.

"You know, for what I thought would be a business meeting, I had a pretty good time." Arthur said. "Why don't we do this again next Friday?"

"That's not really-" Eric began.

"Don't worry, I know, this place is too expensive for two weeks in a row. How about we just have dinner at your place? Not to impose of course, but Sharon, I'd be honored to be able to try your cooking. I have a feeling it will be better food than they have here anyways."

"Well, I guess that works for us, right Eric?"

"I don't think so. I'm pretty tired on Friday's, with my week ending and all that. We'll be in touch though. Maybe another time."

"I'm glad to hear that it works for you guys Sharon. And Eric, we'll keep the dinner real relaxed then. I'll bring over some wine, that'll help you unwind. Anyways, I don't want to hold you two up so I'll get going." Arthur tried once more to shake Eric's hand, but Eric avoided it entirely. Sharon, however, obliged Arthur in a hug before saying her own goodbyes.

On the way back to their own car, Sharon turned to Eric and said "You know, he's not as bad as I thought he might be. He scared the hell out of me the first time, but he's actually pretty nice."

"I don't think we should have him over. I don't trust him. He's trying something, I just don't know what."

"What happened to what you said before, that he's probably just scared about his own job? About how he's trying to help us? You spent the entire dinner refusing to talk to him. What do you have against the guy?"

"I just don't trust him. First chance he gets he's going to fuck us over, you watch. We need to keep as far away as we can."

"You're wrong. Like you told me, if he wanted to hurt us he'd have done it already. If you're that irrationally terrified of him though, then after this Friday, which we already agreed to and we are not canceling, we won't see him again. Fair?"

Eric, despite his trepidation, accepted.

* * * *

The dinner was coming to a close and Eric was finally allowing himself some room to breathe. All things considered, it had been a pretty good time. In fact, if it weren't for the axe hanging somewhere over his head, if it hadn't been Arthur there, perhaps Eric might have even enjoyed it. Him and his wife didn't entertain very often and he had to admit he missed it. And that concerned Eric.




Tantalus Ch. 02



The three had talked about their jobs, television, sports, and other completely normal topics for close to an hour now. Eric wasn't naïve. He knew that Arthur had some kind of a goal, but he had absolutely no idea what it was. Why was he here? The fact that Arthur had acted completely reasonable only served to heighten Eric's fears. It left him feeling lost, at a disadvantage, like he was playing a game no one had bothered telling him the rules to.

Sharon did not share his state of turmoil. Arthur was, to her mind, a nice guy. He had brought over two bottles of wine, good wine at that, which as she had told him was a surefire way to ingratiate yourself with her. Sharon was thinking back to the promise she had made to her husband the week before, about not seeing Arthur again, and found herself regretting it. They didn't have very many friends after all. Having their daughter so young had alienated them from most of the people they had known. Their friends would want to go to bars, or concerts, or had been in college, but her and Eric had had Carolyn to look after. Arthur was the first person she could see being their friend that they had met in a long time. When Arthur checked the time and decided that he had better get going, Sharon was a little sorry that he couldn't stay longer.

"We have another bottle of wine in the kitchen, why don't you stay around a little longer?" she asked.

"Oh, no," he jokingly replied. "I'd better leave while you still want me to stay. It's a miracle that you haven't asked me to leave already, I wouldn't want to risk you changing your mind."

Sharon laughed, and Eric continued, "Besides I can see that Eric is eager to have the house alone with you again. I'd better get going."

Eric bristled at that, and he could tell his wife was upset at him for pushing Arthur out the door, but he didn't argue.

"Well it was nice having you over Arthur." she said.

Standing up and walking over to the door, he said "I had a great time. I'd love if we could do it again next Friday."

"Well..." Eric began to say, but he was cut off by his wife.

"I think that would be great." Arthur's face lit up at that. Sharon realized that the same way her and Eric didn't have many friends, Arthur probably didn't either. For them it had been their kid, for him it had been his career. Arthur was lonely.

"I look forward to next Friday then," he said. "I'll see you then."

Arthur made to shake Eric's hand, who after a moment of hesitation accepted. "I'll see you then I guess."

When Arthur turned to Sharon, he moved in for a hug, which Sharon appreciated. As the two began to pull away however, Arthur leaned in and lightly kissed her. Before Sharon had even registered it, it was over, and Arthur was opening the door to leave. "Until next week," he said, and then shut the door behind him.

Eric was completely shocked. In his head, he heard himself think that he ought to be angry, but all that he felt was cold surprise. When he turned to look at Sharon though, and saw her blushing, the anger roared into control. "What in the hell just happened."

Sharon chose the worst possible response, as far as Eric was concerned. She laughed.

"You think that was funny?" he replied, his eyes widening.

"Oh calm down honey. It wasn't a big deal."

"He just kissed you!"

"Well only barely. It was probably just a mistake or something."

"That wasn't a mistake. We need to cancel the dinner on Friday."

Sharon's expression became a little more serious then, seeing how upset he was. "Really, its fine. You can't actually be jealous can you? That man? A threat? I mean sure he's attractive..." When she saw Eric's face darken she laughed again. "I'm joking, god. I mean it, that was nothing. You're over thinking it."

Still, Sharon thought to herself...was he? That wasn't normal. No, he had just had too much wine and made stupid mistake, like when you're a kid and you call a teacher 'mom'. Just a neuron misfiring. He had pulled away as soon as he had realized what he had done. That's why he left so quickly, he was mortified. Besides, the last thing she could do was show doubt to Eric. God knew he was already worked up enough.

"I'm not over thinking it. That was unacceptable and we NEED to cancel the dinner. He can't come back here." 

"Eric, you don't get it. It was a mistake. Really. He pulled away almost instantly, as soon as he realized what he'd done. Don't you see? That man probably has no one. No friends, no family. He's just lonely. We're probably the first people he's had a dinner with, that wasn't about business, in ages. The worst thing we could do to that man is tell him we don't want to see him again. If it's weird in a week, we can bring it up at dinner, but we're not canceling."

Eric felt defeated. How could he explain to her how wrong she had it? Words sprung to mind, but his tongue was dead in his mouth. Anything he could say that might actually change her mind would only make her question where the information came from. So instead of speaking up, Eric just nodded his head.

"Now," Sharon said, "I've been drinking wine all night. How about we go do something more fun than a peck on the lips." She took Eric's hand and began to lead him to the bedroom. Eric wasn't thinking about her though; all he could think of was how much he felt like a frog in boiling water.

* * * *

Arthur sat looking at his phone. This was going to be the first real stress test. Everything else had just been toying. This, however, was going to be the first time he really pushed the two of them. It would be safe to say that he had experience with blackmail. He knew that the first big request was the most important. If you could get that critical first concession, then they were much more likely to give in to the following demands. You had to be careful though; request something too large and they'd balk, request something too small and it wouldn't do the trick. It had to be something they really didn't want to do, but that they'd ultimately be willing to give in to with enough pressure.

Sighing, Arthur picked up his phone. It rang longer than he would have like, but just as he was about to get angry, Eric answered.

"What do you want?" he asked Arthur, with an edge of steel.

"You took your time picking up. Were you perhaps thinking of ignoring the call? I hope I didn't call too late."

"I don't care. I'm not going to banter with you. If you're talking to me you have something to say so just say it before I hang up."

"You're not in any position to make declarations like that, but I'll let it slide. I'm calling about next Friday actually."

"You can't make it? We're devastated. Oh well, things come up right?"

Arthur laughed at that. "No, there's no need to worry, we're still on for Friday. There's something I need to tell you though, about our upcoming dinner, and...well you're not going to like it."

Eric felt chilled. What was about to happen? "I've never liked anything you've told me. I don't see how this will be any different."

"I'm hurt. Your insults aside though, I'm going to treat you like I'd want to be treated and just come out with it. Try not to be too shocked."

"Except you're not coming out with it, you're stalling."

"I don't stall, Eric. If you want me to say it though here it is: on Friday, I'm going to ask your wife to blow me. And she's going to do it."

Arthur heard nothing from the other end of the line. "You there Eric? I did warn you that it would be..."

"You piece of shit. You know what? I don't care what you have on me. You want to send me to jail? Do it. But you're never going to lay a hand on my wife. You come near us ever again, I'll be going to jail for murder, not whatever trumped up charge you think you have on me. You think you have people all figured out, but you don't, because being the monster you are you don't understand that some people care about others more than themselves. You overplayed your hand. I'm never going to see you again. Go fuck yourself."

The tirade was punctuated by the call's abrupt end. "Unfortunately, Eric, I do understand people," Arthur muttered to himself. He took a deep breath, then dialed a different number.

"Hello, it's Arthur again. Yes, I'm just calling to let you know that it's all set up. Your dinner with the dean is scheduled for this coming Saturday. Mhmm, his secretary will send you the details. One more thing, rest assured, I'm a man of my word. I've built my life on keeping promises. That video will never see the light of day. More importantly though, I far prefer the carrot to the stick. You'll have no troubles whatsoever getting in. I assure you. I'm horribly sorry for all of this, but it's all behind you now. You too, goodnight."

All things considered, he thought, that could have gone much worse.

* * * *

Eric hated this part. The steps up to his classroom always made him feel out of shape. It was one of the worst parts of his day. Well, it was most days. He had bigger things on his mind this morning. The call from the night before was still echoing around inside his head. Every line of that short conversation was repeated over and over until he wasn't really sure who had used what tones. There was one sentence though that he always came back to: 'And she's going to do it'. The confidence he had had...it made him uncomfortable.

Still, Eric had finally cut ties with Arthur. It was a relief that he could hardly even comprehend. A huge weight had been lifted off his chest. Then again, Eric wasn't so sure that in lifting it off he hadn't hung it up over his head. It could come crashing down at any time. God, angering Arthur was just as likely to ruin his life as it was to fix it.

No, Eric assured himself, people like Arthur are looking for easy marks. That's what criminals do. They're opportunists. By making himself a threat, or at least someone who wouldn't give in, he had made himself a more difficult target. Arthur was going to move on. Sure he might take a parting shot for his pride, but Eric was pretty sure the worst was behind him.

Besides, he hadn't been bluffing. If Arthur came anywhere near his wife, Eric was going to kill him.

His inner monologue was cut short when he saw the sign on his door. Looking around, he realized that the same sign was on all the doors. "Emergency Faculty Meeting. All Teachers Must Attend." Eric's pulse quickened. Was this a coincidence? Maybe. Probably not though. Shit.

He made his way to the faculty room. It was packed. Everyone was there, and they were all talking about what the meeting could possibly be about. Most people were worried; the prevailing theory was emergency budget cuts.

After a few more minutes, and few more late-comers, the superintendent took his place at the front of the room and quieted everyone down. The superintendent? Shit, this had to be serious. Eric's fears were suddenly validated when a pair of police officers entered into the back of the room. His head was ringing now. He didn't know if he could handle this.

"I'm sorry to disturb your mornings," the superintendent said, "but there is a very important matter that we need to discuss. Last night, our offices received an email from someone alleging to be a student here at this school. They claimed that, recently, they and a teacher had had...er, sexual relations." The room was deathly silent. You could hear a pin drop. "The letter was somewhat unclear on whether the relations were unwanted or not. Now, there is no way to verify that the email did come from a student, but we take this extremely seriously. The police have been called and we'd like to ask that you cooperate in their investigation wholeheartedly. Any information you may have should be brought to them as soon as possible. They have also requested that they be allowed to interview some of you. Should you be asked to do so, I strongly encourage you to agree. If there's any truth to this, we are going to find out who did it and they are going to face the consequences."

Oddly enough Eric felt relieved. Sure, he was in deep shit, but they didn't know who did it. Of course they hadn't though, they wouldn't have called the meeting if they did, they would have just arrested him. Now, the question was, had Arthur set this up or had Sarah come forward on her own? Actually, never mind, that was a stupid question. If Sarah had come forward on her own she wouldn't have made it ambiguous. No, there was no way the timing could have been coincidental. This was Arthur.

He barely remembered the classes he taught that day. When it came time to teach the one Sarah was in, he couldn't even look at her. She wouldn't look at him either. What was worse was, for some reason, he couldn't get the picture of her lips wrapped around his shaft out of his head. Why was he thinking about that now of all times? He hated himself for it.

During his lunch break, the police had come into his room. His heart had nearly stopped. They were doing interviews alphabetically, they explained, and Collins was near the top of the list. He of course agreed to sit down with them, although whether he managed to keep his cool was something he couldn't remember. The whole thing was a blur. Had he ever had sexual relations with a student? No. Not even a moment of inappropriate contact? No. Had he ever been propositioned? No. Did he know of any other teachers who had? No. Had he heard anything about other teachers engaging in sexual or otherwise inappropriate activity with students? No. Did he have anything that could potentially aid the investigation? No.

Any relief he had had at the start of the day had been obliterated. It was all he could do to stop himself from trembling. Had the cops noticed how nervous he was? Of course they did. How couldn't they have. Hell, even the students probably noticed. It was only a matter of time before they learned what was going on and one of them put two and two together and reported him themselves. God, he was so fucked.

When the day finally ended, what seemed like an absolute eternity later, Eric didn't bother staying an hour or two late like he usually did. He was out of the classroom almost faster than the students.

"Hello Eric." Eric jumped. He turned around to see Arthur, who had been waiting around a corner for him.

"Don't say a word, Eric. You want to play this way? We can. Or I can make sure that the whole thing is seen as a cruel practical joke. Your choice. And about Friday. We're still on for it, and its going to go exactly how I said it was going to go. And you're responsible for making sure it does. I don't care how you make it happen, but you will. I'll see you then."

With that, Arthur walked away. Eric's stress had condensed down to despair, and he was drowning in it.

* * * *

"Honey...there's something I need to talk to you about." Eric could barely get the words out. Was he going to do this? There wasn't a choice was there. Not really. He had put it off as long as he possibly could. It was Friday night. Arthur was going to be here any minute. His chest was tight, he couldn't breathe, but he had to do it.

"What's up?" Sharon asked, briefly looking up from the dinner she was making.

"It's about what happened last Friday."

"Are you still worrying about that? I told you, if we're still uncomfortable tonight we can bring it up, but I don't think it'll be an issue."

"Actually, that's kind of what I wanted to talk about. Arthur has our mortgage. He has a lot of power over us with that. So I was thinking the last thing we would want to do is make him angry."

"So you don't want to bring it up then?"

"Well...what I'm saying is...if, for whatever reason, he does make advances again...maybe just...let him."

Sharon laughed. "Eric, I'm not going to mess around with the mortgage man. The plumber though..."

Eric didn't laugh. "I'm just saying...if that happens again, just...don't say anything."

Sharon turned towards him, and when she saw the look on his face she put down what she was doing and came over. "Whats gotten into you? There's nothing to worry about, we're just having dinner. If he invites me over to a hotel room then obviously I'm going to tell him to fuck off but that's never going to happen."

"That's...that's the opposite of what I just said..."

"I don't know what you're scared of. But I'll do whatever you want me to do ok? Let's just enjoy this dinner and afterward, when none of these bizarre fears have come up, we can talk again." She leaned in and kissed him quickly, before turning back into the kitchen. Eric thought he was going to be sick.

* * * *

The dinner had gone much the same as the last one. Plenty of small talk and stories. The whole thing had just been a drone to Eric though, drowned out, in the background. He was barely even there. 

If there was a difference from last dinner, it was this: then, Eric couldn't wait until the dinner was over. Now he dreaded it. And it was here.

The three had finished eating not very long ago, and the night was winding down. Sharon grabbed the dirty dishes, then stood to bring them back to the kitchen. When she turned, Arthur placed his napkin on the table, got out of his seat, and turned to follow her. As Sharon came back into the room, he grabbed her and kissed her.

This wasn't like the last time. This wasn't a peck on the lips. It was deep. When Arthur broke the kiss, Sharon turned to look at Eric. She was stunned, completely unsure of what was going on. Eric's eyes were downcast, but he raised them to meet his wife's. What she saw on his face broke her heart. Eric made the faintest of nods, then looked away again. When Sharon turned to look back at Arthur, he leaned in and kissed her again.

And Sharon let it happen. Her reception was cold, but she didn't fight it. Arthur's tongue pushed against her lips, and she opened them, just enough to let it in. She felt it dancing against her own, but didn't reply in kind.

Arthur broke off the kiss and, taking her hand, led her back to his seat at the dinner table. He sat down, and in doing so, used his grip on Sharon's hand to pull her onto her knees in front of him. She was completely in shock, completely unsure of what was going on here. She hadn't offered much resistance.

Suddenly, the conversation she had had with Eric before the dinner came back to mind. She was furious. He had known? He had expected this to happen? And he just...let it? No, worse than that, he had told her to go along with it. Like he was pimping her out.

Her rage dissipated though, and was replaced with cold fear, when she remembered what else he had said; that Arthur had their mortgage, that he had a lot of power over them. The threats, and she realized now that they were just that, threats, that Arthur had brought up the first time they met took on a sudden sharpness in her memory. Debt, fraud, jail...even Carolyn, her own daughter, would be impacted by it. 

Sharon had cheated on Eric once, and it had nearly destroyed him. She knew that for him to sit there while this was happening was probably the hardest thing he had ever done. He wouldn't be doing it unless their backs were really against the wall. He would have tried everything to stop this, but what was he supposed to do? Sharon knew, Eric would never have taken this lying down. She trusted Eric absolutely, and so she trusted that what he had told her to do was necessary. She heard his words once more, 'just...let him'.

She snapped out of it, suddenly realizing where she was. On her knees, crouched in front of Arthur. She realized what he wanted her to do.

She balked. No, what was she, a whore? To just be loaned out? 

But she knew, there was no choice here. On the verge of tears, she reached her hands out. Fumbling, her palms damp with cold sweat, she undid the button on Arthur's pants. He raised himself slightly in the chair to let her pull his pants down, taking his underwear with them, and letting his cock out.




Tantalus Ch. 02



Sharon stared at it. It was bigger than Eric's. Not by a lot, half an inch maybe, and just a little thicker, but definitely bigger. She resigned herself to what was going to happen then. She felt the tears in her eyes stop welling as she came to a certain cold acceptance.

She leaned forward once more, and slipped the head of his dick into her mouth. 

Arthur leaned his head back, letting out a sigh as her wet mouth enclosed him. She moved her lips back and forth over it, gently bobbing up and down the tip. Arthur took his hand and stroked her hair, before placing it more firmly on the back of her head. Little by little, he applied pressure on her down strokes, causing her to take more and more of him into her mouth each time until she was slipping her lips over half his length.

Eric rested his head in his hands. The slurping noises his wife made as she sucked another man off rang in his skull. He hadn't thought he could hate himself any more, making his wife whore herself out, but he now realized he could. He was getting hard, and as much as he didn't want to, he picked his head up and looked over.

He saw the back of Sharon's head, moving up and down on Arthur's dick, his hands resting on the back of her head. He couldn't look away again. The sight of his wife blowing someone else transfixed him, a cross between arousal, morbid curiosity, horror, and self-loathing.

A small moan left Arthur's lips. Sharon had started using her tongue. It gently flicked over the underside of his head, before she started swirling it around his tip. He tightened his grip on her hair slightly, and began thrusting up to meet her face. Not forcefully, but enough. Sharon made a sound of alarm, and the vibrations brought him to the edge of climax, but he managed to hold off.

Sharon quickly adjusted to the new rate, and was bobbing her head up and down his dick in time with his thrusts. Her lips were wrapped around his shaft, her tongue working his length. Arthur looked up at Eric, wanting to know how he felt watching his wife suck him off. The look of defeat he saw on Eric's face didn't disappoint.

Arthur couldn't hold back any longer. When Sharon's mouth descended on him, he held it there, shooting his cum into the back of her throat. Not expecting this, her attempts to quickly swallow it down didn't work, and some of it leaked out the corner of her mouth. When he was done, Arthur pulled himself out, then gave Sharon a look, admiring his work.

Eric's wife was on her knees, a blob of cum slowly working down her chin. Absent mindedly, her tongue scooped it up to be swallowed. Sharon's face was numb, but if anything could be seen on it, it would be shame.

Arthur stood up and put his pants back on. "Thanks for the wonderful dinner." he said, closing the door behind him as he left, leaving the couple behind.



Tantalus Ch. 03



Character Descriptions

Eric Collins - Eric is a 38 year old man. He is six feet tall and a 180 lbs. He wears his hair professionally short; both his eyes and his hair are brown. Eric is a teacher at a high school, where he spends most of his weekdays. Him and Sharon have been together since they were in high school themselves, almost twenty years.

Sharon Collins - Eric's wife. Sharon is two years younger, at the age of 36. She has a small figure, topping in at only 5'6" and 130 lbs. Her hair is naturally blonde and she wears it down to her shoulders. She has bright green eyes. Sharon is skinny, with B cups and a flat ass. Her and Eric had a daughter when she was 18, Carolyn, and have been together ever since.

Carolyn Collins - Eric and Sharon's daughter. She is eighteen years old and currently taking classes in real estate at a local college.

Arthur - Arthur is a career criminal. He was Eric's booky for nearly two years, although he partakes in many different enterprises. Arthur is 29 years old. He is an imposing figure, standing at 5'4" and 190 lbs. He is in good shape, if not completely muscular. His black hair is buzzed down to a medium length, and his most notable feature are his piercingly blue eyes.

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Tantalus

Chapter 3 -

Eric stared down at his plate, the food only half eaten. It wasn't that his wife hadn't made a good dinner, as always she had. No, the problem wasn't the cooking, the problem was that it was Friday. It had been exactly one week since Arthur had forced himself upon Eric's wife. He had maintained their Friday dinner plans, and it so far it had been a complete mockery of the others.

Arthur insisted on keeping up small talk. Sharon no longer gleefully joined in though, now she was taciturn, each reply remorseful. Eric didn't fume quietly, wishing for the dinner to end. Instead, he found himself speaking more, if only to prolong the inevitable. Most noticeably though, Arthur had bought his wife something to wear, much as he had done on that first dinner of theirs. It wasn't a nice dress this time though, instead, Arthur had purchased Eric's wife lingerie. She sat at the dinner table in a black and red bra that pushed her breasts up, and a pair of black, lace panties which tapered down to mere strings at her hips. Oddly enough, there hadn't been a fight over whether or not she should where them to the dinner. When they had opened that box the night before, they had both known that she would.

"Well that was an absolutely delicious meal Sharon.", Arthur said. "What dressing was that on the salad by the way? It tasted like Caesar, only different."

"It was uh, Mexican Caesar.", she quietly replied. "Like normal Caesar I guess, but with cilantro."

"I'll have to pick some of that up myself. What about you Eric how did you like the dinner your wife made us?"

"It was good. Great job honey." The compliment was deflated, almost resigned.

"Sharon, how about you come suck my dick now."

She started at the bluntness of his demand. Eric's fist clenched around his fork at Arthur's sheer audacity, that he would feel entitled to just demand that of her.

No one spoke out against him though.

Sharon obediently got out of her chair and knelt down in front of Arthur, who was now standing. She fumbled with his belt, before pulling his pants down around his ankles, releasing his semi-erect cock to bounce in front of her face. Sharon stared at it for a second, mentally accepting what she was about to do, before taking it into her mouth.

"Now Sharon, I don't mean to be critical, but the last time you blew me it wasn't exactly the best blowjob I'd ever received. I know, it was new, and you were nervous, especially since your husband was watching, but I expect you to step up your game."

Sharon's response was delayed, but she began to suck on the head of his cock, flicking the sensitive underside with her tongue. Then she would change it up, and began moving her head farther down his shaft, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth. She would lock her lips around him as she moved down, then drag her tongue along his cock as she pulled it back. Her tongue circled around his tip before she plunged once more down his length.

"Oh shit Eric, your wife really knows what she's doing down there. She's using her tongue and everything." Both Eric and Sharon pretended like he hadn't said anything.

Arthur began to stroke her hair as she continued to suck him off. He let this go on for a little, enjoying the feeling of her mouth on his cock, of her tongue working around his length. Then, he gently pulled her head off.

"Lean your head back Sharon." She obliged, tilting her head back and opening her mouth. Arthur then took a small step closer, and lowered his balls into her mouth. Sharon closed her lips around his sack and gently began to suck on it. Arthur smiled, letting Eric know he liked the feeling of Sharon tonguing his balls.

"Sharon, can you deepthroat?" he asked.

A small delay, then, "Mhmm". Her reply was muffled by the nutsack in her mouth.

"Show me." Arthur demanded.

She released Arthur's balls from her mouth, and replaced them with his cock. Her head began moving up and down, taking more and more into her each time. At a little more than halfway down, Arthur could feel himself hitting the back of her throat. Sharon put her hands on his upper legs for support, and then slowly began to take him down her throat. She would pause, hold his dick inside of her, then come off of him to breathe before returning. Each time she would get him a little deeper down. She struggled with the last inch, and some tears welled in her eyes as she fought to hold her breath, but with sudden force she managed to get his whole length into her mouth. When she came up for air, she was gasping.

She went to put him back in, but he stayed her, placing a hand on the back of her head. Instead, he pushed his cock into her mouth himself. Holding her head still, he began to thrust into her.

Eric sat down at his dinner table, watching his wife get face fucked. Arthur had even been thoughtful enough this time to make sure Eric was facing his side, so that he could watch Arthur's dick disappear between Sharon's lips, and watch her face as she sucked him off. The sound of her deepthroating Arthur's cock echoed through the otherwise silent house, the slurping sound as he pulled out, the muted grunts as he slammed back in. If Eric had looked away, which for some reason he didn't seem to want to, and even if he had left the room entirely, which he got the impression he wasn't allowed to, he couldn't have escaped what was happening to his wife.

He remembered back to last Friday, when Arthur had first made his move on Sharon. After he had left, leaving the couple in complete disarray, it had been some time before Sharon had gotten off her knees. Her face had been a mess; her eyes were hooded, her hair strewn about, and there had been a small bit of cum caked onto her lower lip. 

"Eric..."

He hadn't known what to say back. After all, what was there to say? He had simply walked over to her, and embraced her. It took a moment, but she leaned into it, resting her head on his chest.

"Just tell me...", she had asked. "Just...tell me it was worth it."

"It was worth it." It had felt wrong to say that. Even if it had been worth it, it wasn't fair that she was the one paying the price, and yet here he was justifying it. It had been what she needed to hear though, so he had swallowed any qualms.

"I don't want to know any specifics." she continued. "I...can't. Not yet at least. I just need you to promise me that this is necessary. If you say it is, then I trust you."

In response he held her more tightly, protectively resting his hand on the back of her head. He held her like that for some time before he said anything again. "I'm sorry Sharon. I love you."

"I love you too." she whispered back.

After that she had been exhausted and had went off to bed. Eric didn't follow though. He wasn't going to sleep that night.

Eric was brought to when he noticed that the sounds of Arthur face fucking his wife had stopped. Arthur was helping her stand back up, but didn't let go of her hand when she regained her footing. Her hair, normally straight, blonde, and beautiful, was tangled where Arthur had been grabbing onto it. Her face, cute and round, had spit dribbling down her chin.

"Come with me," Arthur said. He began to lead Sharon back further into the house, then stopped and turned to Eric. "That means you too."

Eric didn't want to. God, did he not want to. Making a scene though, forcing Arthur to up the ante, wasn't going to help Sharon. Instead of resisting, Eric simply followed after them. 

Arthur led Sharon by hand over to the couple's bedroom. "Take a seat Eric." he said, motioning to a chair in the corner of the room. He then went to stand behind Sharon, and in a quick motion undid her lingerie's bra, letting it fall unceremoniously onto the floor. He reached around, and lightly took one of her breasts into his hand. His other hand went to her hip, and he slid a couple of fingers between her skin and her panties. He began to gently play with her nipple, while his fingers traced the lines of her hip.

Slowly, he slid his hand around until it was on her lower stomach, then slid it further down onto her mound as he cupped her breast. His fingers trailing, he continued pushing his hand down until it finally arrived at her sex. He gingerly stroked the outside, applying pressure to her clit as he did. Finally he hooked his thumb into the side of her panties and pulled them down, leaving her fully exposed.

"Lay down on the bed." Sharon complied. Arthur sat down in the only other chair in the room before continuing. "Now, masturbate."

A quizzical look crossed her face, but seeing that he wasn't going to add anything else, she placed her hand down between her legs. She began rubbing a finger against her slit, trailing it up and down. Then, the finger disappeared as she slipped it inside of herself. Sharon sat there, pushing her finger in and out. 

"You can do better than that." Arthur chided. Sharon grimaced slightly, then pushed a second finger in with the first. She let herself acclimate to the second finger for a little, then a third joined them. A slick sound now began to be made as she fingered herself. She closed her eyes, and Eric noticed her face starting to turn a little red. Her palm began to press down on her clit each time she pushed her fingers in and he was surprised to see her pushing her pubis up, almost imperceptibly, to meet the friction.

Arthur let her continue to masturbate for several minutes, his eyes trained on her spread legs and the fingers darting between them, before he stood up and took the rest of his clothes off. He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself over Sharon. One of his hands reached down and took the place of hers, his fingers slipping inside her. She was wet; not soaking by any means, but it was enough.

He leaned down and kissed Sharon. Knowing what was expected, her lips parted as his tongue entered her mouth. He swirled it around her own and, after a somewhat forceful squeeze of her arm, she reciprocated, if with some reluctance. Without breaking the kiss, Arthur removed his hand from between her legs and positioned his cock in front of her entrance. In one fluid motion, he was inside her.

A throaty sound of surprise passed between their interlocked lips as Sharon felt him fill her up. Arthur responded with a low moan. He slowly worked his way in and out of her, feeling the warm, slick sensation of her enveloping his dick. He would push up tight against her, hold for a second, then slowly draw himself out almost to the tip, before repeating. Arthur began to pick up speed, pushing himself in and out faster. Before long he was pounding her, each thrust met with a meaty slap. He watched her small tits jiggle with the impact, wrapping his arms under her shoulders for purchase.

Arthur slowed his rhythm down, then pulled out and lied down next to her. "I want you to ride me." he told her. Obediently, Sharon got up and moved to his lap. "The other way.", he corrected her. Sharon looked at him, her eyes pleading. She found no softening in Arthur's expression though, and so she turned around to face Eric.

The two locked eyes as Arthur aligned himself with her opening. Looking at her husband, Sharon lowered herself down onto Arthur's cock. She struggled to find a rhythm at first, but soon she was bouncing up and down on Arthur's dick. Sharon couldn't bear to look at her husband, to have him see her like this. She let her eyes close, lowering her head to avoid his gaze.

Arthur watched her ass moving up and down, watched as she brought him in and out of her pussy, riding him. Her lips were spread open, wrapped around his shaft, and the angle she was leaning forward at gave him the perfect view of her opening. Her flat ass didn't hide her asshole, which twitched each time she thudded down onto his length.

Eric too was watching, looking between his wives legs at the place where Arthur's cock disappeared into her. Watching his wife ride another man was painful. Why was he hard then? Why couldn't he look away? Sharon's face was scrunched up in shame. What was his face like? He had a sickly suspicion that it was a cross between worry...and leering. His eyes tracked upward, to Sharon's breasts, which would jiggle each time she descended onto Arthur's cock.

Just then, Arthur grabbed onto Sharon's hips and held her halfway down his length. He began thrusting up into her, quickly, each thrust resulting in a slap as their two sexes met. Moans began to escape his lips before he slammed her down onto him and held her there. Sharon felt a warmth leak out of her, around Arthur's cock, as he emptied his cum into her.

Arthur let go, allowing Sharon to get up off of him. His dick made a sloppy, sucking sound as it left her, a thin spindle of cum connected her opening and the head of his dick. "I'm sorry, I've gone and made a mess." he said. "Sharon, would you mind cleaning me off?"

She knelt down on the bed in front of him, slipping his mostly hard dick into her mouth. She could taste herself on him as she used her tongue to slurp up the drop of cum still on his tip. She bobbed her head down further onto him, applying pressure with her tongue to work out anything still left inside, before swirling it around his shaft to make sure the job was done.

Arthur made a sound of contentment before he said "Eric, your wife does a great job of following orders. She's really making sure I'm all clean down there."

Hunched over Arthur's crotch as she was, Eric had a straight on view of Sharon. Her ass was raised up into the air, her position spreading her ass cheeks to reveal her asshole and below it her pussy. A small amount of cum was beginning to well up at her entrance and slowly leak out of her. Eric wanted to stand up and take her right then, to pound into her like Arthur had just done. But he couldn't. Cursing silently, he chastised himself for even thinking that. Sharon was going through...well, what she was going through, and here he was thinking about fucking her. How could he do that? What kind of husband was he?

When Sharon was finished, she sat up and looked at Arthur. He gave her a nod and she quickly got off the bed, raced to her closet, and donned a bathrobe. Arthur laughed at that. "What, modesty? Both of the other people in this room have been inside of you dear." He stood up himself and began putting his clothes back on.

Eric tracked him across the room. Now that the action was over his head was a little clearer. Rage was beginning to find purchase among his emotional turmoil. Arthur was off his guard now. Eric could just get behind him and...and what? Eric's rage died down as it gave way to impotence. He wasn't a fighter. Arthur could probably kick his ass any day, even if Eric got in a sucker punch. He could try and hit Arthur with something, but then what? If he did that he would have to end it right here, right now, in this room. If he didn't Arthur would come back tenfold. Lets say he did manage to do it. He'd be facing murder charges. Maybe a jury wouldn't convict him, the situations were certainly extenuating. Unlikely though. Besides, the fact of the matter was, Eric didn't have it in him. He just wasn't a violent man.

When Arthur was finished getting dressed he walked over to Sharon and wrapped his arm around her waist. Pulling her in, his lips found hers, his tongue delving deep into her mouth as he embraced her. "You were wonderful." he told her. Sharon found herself taken aback by the sincerity in his eyes. 

"If uh...if you need it," Arthur continued, "there's some Plan B on the counter. If you're not on birth control, I would fix that." He kissed her one last time, nodded goodbye to Eric, then left.

"Sharon..."

"I'm fine. I just want to sleep." She looked over at the bed, at the tangle of sheets and blankets where she and Arthur had just fucked. "I'll be on the couch. Goodnight Eric." With that she left the room.

Eric sighed. What had he gotten himself into? No, what had he gotten Sharon into? What was happening to them? There was time to think on the big questions. For now, he filled his mind with more menial affairs, easier things to deal with. He took the sheets off the bed and put them in the washer, then grabbed a blanket for himself from the garage. On his way back to the bedroom he stopped to look at Sharon. Now that she was asleep she seemed peaceful. She was just as beautiful as she ever was. She hadn't bothered putting anything but the robe on, and it had parted, giving him a partial view of her naked body. Once more he had to resist the urge to go over and fuck her. He wanted her so badly. 

He let the thought go though and walked back to their bedroom. He spread the blanket over the mattress, laid down, and tried to go to sleep. The one thing he remembered thinking before he passed out was that he knew, absolutely, that he still loved Sharon as much as ever before.

* * * *

Eric had to get this homework graded. He had promised his students that they would get it back before the quiz tomorrow. He'd had them turn it in on Monday and here he was on Tuesday still staring at the untouched pile. The problem wasn't just the boredom that always accompanied grading. These days, he was finding it harder and harder to concentrate. He felt exhausted all the time. The stress that now dominated his life made it almost impossible to get any work done. 

Thoughts of Sharon, or Arthur, just would not leave him alone. The picture of his wife bouncing up and down on Arthur's cock, of her pushing her face into his crotch, of her masturbating for him...they were seared into his mind. The emotions they raised weren't simple either. Anger, of course, was well represented. Guilt was there too. Sharon was paying for his mistakes, after all. Helplessness underlined it all, his complete inability to do anything about it. Coursing through all of this though was arousal. He couldn't deny it. Seeing his wife treated like that, watching her do those things...there was something erotic about it. And that brought him to the last emotion: self-loathing. 

Countless times each day he would cycle through this emotional merry-go-round: anger, guilt, helplessness, arousal, self-loathing. It was more than he could take. It was beating him down. He felt like he was simply floating through his life, as if he were detached from everything around him. He didn't know how he'd keep living like this.

A month ago, Sharon would have been how he'd cope. That wasn't really an option now though. That first night that it really started, the first time she had sucked Arthur off, things had been different. Even after what had happened she had relied on him for strength. She had come to him for support, for affection. As time went on though she was becoming more distant. 




Tantalus Ch. 03



It wasn't just physical distance, although all sex had stopped completely since then. It's not like he could blame her. Being used by Arthur had to be causing turmoil inside of her. How could she be expected to compartmentalize her sex with Arthur from her sex with him? The two of them having sex would almost certainly bring back the memories of what she and Arthur had done together. Still, Eric missed being close to her like that. Ever since that night, they hadn't so much as kissed. A few embraces, sure, but that wasn't the same.

She was growing more emotionally distant as well. Maybe it was a defense mechanism. Maybe she was just closing herself off to the world and not necessarily to him in particular. There had been a definite change though. She didn't confide in him, or turn to him for support, or really come to him with anything. There was a gulf between them and it was growing.

Sharon had said she didn't want to know details, that if Eric told her it was necessary then she would trust him. Did she though? What if the reason she didn't want to know more is because, deep down, she felt like it was probably his fault? Things were hard enough, the last thing she could take would be losing the man that was supposed to always be by her side. If that were the case, she could be distancing herself in preparation for when she finally learned that it was, in fact, Eric's fault. It would make it easier to accept, to cut off ties with him, if she had spent some time growing apart.

That was one of the worst thoughts Eric had ever had. The idea of losing Sharon was unacceptable. She meant everything to him. Short of perhaps his daughter, there wasn't another person alive who was as important. There wasn't even anyone close. Without her, he'd be lost. What would he do? Who would he be? Sharon was such a cornerstone of his life, and had been for so long, that he couldn't even think of what his identity would be if she left him.

Just then, Eric's phone vibrated in his pocket. Speak of the devil, it was Sharon calling. The class was working amongst themselves, so he decided to take it. Besides, he really wanted to hear her voice.

"Hello?"

"Hey honey. I was wondering if - ugh - you could pick up some - ugh - eggs on your way home?"

"Sure. Is that all you called about?"

"Well I - ugh - just needed some more eggs - ugh - for dinner."

"Sharon? Is everything all right over there?"

"Yeah everything is - ugh - fine." There was a pause then, and some muttering in the background. "Arthur is just - ugh - fucking me right now."

"Oh. I see." Eric suddenly felt cold. He could hear it now, the rhythmic slapping, echoing over the line.

There was a pause before she continued. "He's got me - ugh - bent over that chair in our living room. The - ugh - nice one. He's fucking me - ugh - from behind right now."

Eric was at a loss for words. "I'll just...let you get back to that then..."

"Wait! Arthur was really clear - ugh - that I can't let you hang up until I - ugh - finish him off."

"Sharon..."

"Please Eric - ugh - ..."

Eric stopped and looked around his classroom. The students were all talking amongst themselves, supposedly working together on their in-class assignment. None of them were paying any attention to him. 

Still, he wanted to hang up. He didn't want to sit there and listen to this. The somewhat faint sounds of Arthur fucking his wife, the slap as their crotches met, the grunts of impact from Sharon, punctuated his thoughts. 

It occurred to him that he had no idea what exactly, other than the obvious, was going on over there. She was pleading with him to stay on the line. He could only assume there was a good reason. If sitting there and listening to this would help her, or at least minimize how much she was hurt, then what choice did he have but to do it?

"Ok." he told her.

"Arthur apologizes. He says it - ugh - shouldn't take too long. I've - ugh - gotten him pretty close."

Eric was silent. He sat there listening to the two of them fuck for a few more seconds before he heard some more muttering.

"He says he - ugh - wants you to know that - ugh - my pussy is very tight. That - ugh - you picked a good wife."

Eric was on the verge of crying. He looked up from his desk to check the room once more, but none of the students seemed to have noticed his call or the effect it was having on him.

"We're doing something different now. He's moving me off the chair and pushing me onto my knees. I'm going to start - ". The rest of Sharon's sentence was cut off, her words coming out only as mumbled, guttural noises. A slurping sound was coming through the call now. When it stopped, he could hear Sharon take a deep breath, before she continued, "- sucking him off."

The slurping started up again. Thanks to Arthur, this wasn't the first time that Eric had heard the sounds of his wife sucking off another man. The other times though, he had been there, watching it happen. There was something worse about hearing it over the phone. At least then he had been...included. Now though, his wife was doing it without him even there. He wasn't involved at all. The message from Arthur was clear: I don't need your permission. I'll take her whenever I feel like it.

"Oooi uvv oo." Sharon's muffled words snapped him back to what was happening on the other end of the line. There was a pause, some more muttering, and he was pretty sure he heard Arthur say something forcefully to her. When she finally spoke again, her tone was flat. "I'm sorry honey, you probably couldn't hear me because of the cock in my mouth. I said I love you."

The squelching noises began again almost instantly, and Sharon would make a grunting sound in between each one. Eric had a pretty good idea of what was going on. Arthur was probably pounding into her mouth right now.

Sharon was gasping for breath. "He says he's close, I'm going to finish him off onto my face now." Eric could hear the distinct sound of someone jerking off. The vivid picture of his wife appeared in his mind: on her knees in front of Arthur, her head tilted back with her mouth open, working his dick. He shook his head to get it out but it wouldn't leave.

The jerking slowed and there was a very faint series of splats.

"We're done now. I'll see you when you get home." And then she hung up. 

A few seconds later his phone buzzed again. Was she calling back? No, she was just sending a text. He opened it up and was met with a picture of Sharon's face. A large rope of cum had landed on it, trailing from her eye down across her nose. There was also a large blob of cum on her lips, and some of it was beginning to drip down and off of her chin. A few small strands had even managed to get caught up in her hair.

Eric was furious. Forcing her to blow him was awful in and of itself but making her narrate it to her husband? To send him a picture of her cum drenched face? He was going to kill Arthur the next time he saw him.

Just like that though the guilt was back. If he was going to be angry at Arthur he would have to admit that he deserved to be angry at himself just as much. It was his fault that his wife was doing it and it was his fault that there was nothing he could do to stop it. Kill Arthur? There was no way he had it in him. His wife was miles away, in their family's living room, being plowed. Eric was here, in the classroom. 

For the first time, Eric noticed that at some point during the ordeal he'd gotten hard. The image of Sharon bent over the chair, Arthur pulling her arms back behind her, slamming into her, popped up into his mind. It was followed by the picture of her quickly jerking him off, his dick still wet from her blow job. He could see it as she brought Arthur to climax, leaning her head back to await the ropes of his cum that would follow.

What was wrong with him? He was every bit as bad as Arthur. He had an equal share of the blame in creating the situation, and just like Arthur, he was turned on by it. Kill Arthur? Maybe he should just kill himself.

After that, Eric couldn't remember anything about the day. None of it stuck. He dreaded going home; he had no idea what he would say to Sharon when he saw her again. Instead, he worked as late as he could justify. He managed to get that homework graded. Afterward he stopped by a sports bar, watched some game that he had no interest in, and drank. When he got home, he was finally forced to think of what he would do when he saw her. He had nothing. Eric needn't have worried though, because by the time he walked into the house she was already asleep on the couch.

* * * *

When Eric got home on Wednesday, all he wanted to do was sit down and stare absent-mindedly at the television. Unfortunately for him, the couch was taken; Arthur was sprawled out over it. Sharon was sitting in the recliner opposite him. Eric stopped to take a look. He wasn't used to Arthur being in his house without, well, having sex with Sharon. His confusion was compounded when a man he'd never met crossed out of the kitchen and down the hallway opposite.

"Who the hell was that?" Eric asked.

"Him? That was Juan. My security guy." Arthur replied.

"Security? Are we in some kind of danger?" There was a hint of real alarm in Eric's voice. He had no idea what businesses Arthur was involved in outside of gambling but he knew they were the kind that came with inherent risks. It was possible that somehow Eric's family had gotten dragged into that.

"No, no. Nothing like that. You're both perfectly safe. I only called him in because he's good with cameras."

"You really like doing that don't you."

"Installing cameras?"

"Answering questions while trying to confuse people even more. Why in the hell are you installing cameras in my house." It took just about as much composure as Eric could muster to keep his voice as level as it was.

"Well I mean, it would be really difficult to enforce the rules without them." Arthur took a small pause, then added "Alright, now I see what you mean about how I answer questions."

"So why don't you just get out with it and explain how you're trying to fuck us this time." Eric winced at his own poor choice of words.

"I will, but first, you've just come home and you haven't even said hello to your wife yet."

Eric swallowed. Arthur wasn't wrong. In his anger he'd been made to look like he was the asshole. "Hey Sharon. How was your day?"

"Uneventful. How was class?"

"Tedious. As usual."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

The conversation between the couple died then, and Arthur let the silence stretch on just long enough to be uncomfortable before he said, "Well ok then, now that we're all caught up on our days I have some things to talk about. Eric, why don't you take a seat. Good. There are a few rules I am instituting and, as I said earlier, the cameras are here to ensure they are followed. Sharon, most of these rules apply to you, but Eric some concern you as well. You are not to interrupt me until I am finished. Any concerns you have can be raised then. Agreed?" Sharon nodded, and after a moment Eric gave his word too. 

"Now," Arthur continued, "the first rule is dress code. Sharon, I expect you to apply makeup every day, as well as to style your hair. The choices on these are up to you. You may do whatever you think makes you look best. As far as clothing goes, you are to be naked whenever you are home. The exception is, of course, if company is over. When you leave the house, you are not permitted to wear any underwear, including bras. You will wear a skirt, a dress, or an extremely short pair of shorts. Within those confines how you dress is your decision to make.

"The second rule is that, Sharon, you are always to refer to me as 'Sir'. Eric, you are allowed to call me 'Sir' if you so choose but I will also respond to 'Arthur'. 

"The third rule concerns masturbation. Sharon, you are to masturbate at least once a week. You will bring yourself to climax when you do. Eric, you are not to masturbate whatsoever. Should you find yourself needing a sexual release, raise the issue with me and I will find a suitable solution.

"The fourth rule applies only to Sharon. Whenever you finish a man off, including me, you are to notify your husband. A call, picture message, even a text. Whatever works for you.

"That brings us to the fifth and final rule. From this point on, there is to be no intimate contact between the two of you. There are exceptions. You may kiss, but without tongue. You may hug, embrace, or spoon as you want to. All other more intimate forms of contact are strictly forbidden.

"That is it. Those are my rules. Only five, so not that hard to manage."

Eric spent a moment fuming. "Just who the fuck do you think you are? Telling us what we can wear in our own house, what we can do with our own bodies, with each other? We aren't going to - "

"Yes you are." Arthur cut in. "You know exactly why you will too, so I'm not interested in having this fight. Sharon, do you understand the rules?" When he asked her this, Arthur did not break eye contact from Eric, who was trying his best to hold up under the stare.

Sharon took her time before she responded. "Yes...Sir."

Hearing her say that deflated any sense of resistance Eric might have been clinging on to. His shoulders slumped back down, his gaze fell.

"Good. Thank you Sharon. Eric, what about you? Will you follow the rules?"

"Yeah." In his tone, complete defeat.

"I'm sorry, I know all you must have wanted to do when you got home was relax, and instead you find someone doing work on your house. I have a way to make it up to you though. You know Indigo Park right? Just down the road a ways? I want you to go there. In the bathrooms, go to the second to last stall. You'll find something there. You are to use it - oh don't give me that look, you'll like it, honestly - and after you are done, I want you to go over to the last stall. It's a really weird set of instructions, I know, but I think you'll be pleasantly surprised."

Eric looked over at Sharon. She met his gaze and simply shrugged her shoulders. Sighing, Eric took his keys back off the counter. "I'll see you tonight then Sharon. Bye." He didn't wait for her to say goodbye back before he shut the door behind him.

It wasn't a long drive to Indigo Park. Five, maybe ten minutes down the side streets. He had no idea what Arthur had in mind but did it really matter anymore? He had lost. He made the drive in silence.

When he got to the park he got out of the car and started making his way to the bathrooms. The park was large, boasting two baseball diamonds, a basketball court, a field, and a playground for the younger kids. He had only gotten home in the late afternoon so the park was still populated. Kids screamed as they played on the jungle gym, families strolled by as they enjoyed the weather, men yelled at each other in their pickup basketball game. As large as it was though it only had one bathroom. He came to it and, after taking a quick moment to enjoy the fresh air, walked inside. 

They were poorly maintained to say the least. The reek of sewage and refuse washed over him almost immediately. The concrete floors were damp and puddles had formed in the floor's uneven surface. The drain they had installed in the center of the floor was not doing its job. Cheap, blue, plastic stalls lined the right side of the bathroom and a single large urinal lined the right. Only a few stall doors were shut, but from what he could tell they were empty. He went into the one second from last.

After he shut the door behind him the smell got worse, the humid air was doing it no favors. The stall itself wasn't pleasant either. Toilet paper was strewn over the floor. Crude writing had been etched into the walls. On the wall facing away from the entrance, a small hole had been cut at waist height.

A foot tapped twice on the other side of it. Was this what Arthur had meant? It had to be. There was nothing else in the stall. Eric suddenly felt the need to know who was on the other side of the wall. Was it his wife? Had Arthur set her up here? No, he was an idiot, his wife was at home. He'd just seen her. A man then? Was Arthur trying to humiliate Eric? It was possible he guessed, but unlikely. It didn't seem like his style. If Arthur was going to embarrass him like that it would be with something he had gotten Eric to knowingly choose.

The foot tapped again.

Eric had to decide. He could just leave now, but somehow he knew that Arthur would find out he hadn't gone through with it. If this really was supposed to be just a gift, a really strange gift, then it was within Eric's rights to turn it down. It was never that simple with Arthur though. Plus, if Eric was honest with himself, he was horny as hell. Sex had come to dominate his life recently and he hadn't been involved in any of it. Added to that was the fact that he apparently wasn't even allowed to take care of himself anymore.

Eric shook his head, not really believing he was about to do it, and then tapped his own foot twice. He undid his pants and to his surprise he was already starting to get hard. Gingerly, he slid his dick through the hole and into the other stall.

A warm mouth engulfed his mostly flacid cock. The person's tongue massaged it as they applied gentle sucking. Eric's dick quickly started to grow harder, filling up the mouth that surrounded it. As it grew to its full length they were forced to let some of it out.

Now they were focusing on just his tip. The lips gripped it tightly as the tongue swirled around it. They would take breaks to gently flick his urethra before they resumed tongue bathing his head. A hand reached up and started to work the shaft slowly. 

Eric let out a low moan and grabbed the top of the stall for support. He pressed his crotch further against the wall, pushing more of himself through the opening and into the waiting mouth. Taking it as a hint, they began to slowly bob up and down. Their lips sealed tightly against his shaft, as whoever it was engulfed the first half of his dick. Eric closed his eyes and leaned his head back, enjoying the feeling. Their mouth was warm and moist. Their tongue provided friction along the bottom, and their lips worked, gently applying pressure and releasing in cycles, as they moved up and down.

His dick was released from their mouth. He was disappointed, but not for long, as he suddenly felt them licking up and down his shaft. When they got to his head, they would plop it in their mouth, briefly using their tongue to toy with it, before they started licking their way back down to his base.

Whoever that was on the other side of the wall, they knew what they were doing. Eric was losing his mind. Each time they sucked on his tip it would bring him closer to his climax. Just as he was really starting to enjoy it though they'd resume the licking. It felt good, but it denied him the release that he really wanted.

Just then footsteps sounded from the entrance to the bathroom. The tongue on the other side of the wall stopped licking him. Instead, a hand reached up and slowly began to stroke him. Not enough to get him closer to cumming, but enough to maintain his excitement. He wanted to barge out of the stall, go over, and start slamming into whoever was doing this to him. He was so close, but they just wouldn't bring him to where he wanted to be. His precum was starting to drip, and the hand stroking him would slide a finger to collect it and use it to lubricate his hand job. More would follow; Eric needed a release.

Thankfully, the man had finished and Eric could hear his footsteps as he left the bathroom. The mouth in the other stall pounced, instantly wrapping itself around Eric's rock hard dick. It was moving fast now, quickly sliding up and down his length. It was if all of the energy they had bottled up in order to not be caught was now being released all at once. Eric couldn't help himself, he moaned, and his dick started twitching as he felt his orgasm coming on. 




Tantalus Ch. 03



The person must have known what that meant as they released him from their mouth. The hand resumed jerking him off, but quickly this time. Their tongue darted across and around his head, and Eric was fairly certain that meant they had opened their mouth to take his load.

At last, Eric had the release he wanted. With a grunt, and one final push against the stall, he unloaded his cum onto whoever's face was there to catch it. He couldn't see it but he knew he had spent a lot of seed. It had been a while since his last climax and he had been horny for a week straight. He could feel rope after rope shoot out of his twitching dick onto the awaiting tongue and face of the stranger. His head felt light, his ears were ringing.

There was an audible swallow from the other stall. It was followed by the tongue returning to his dick as it gently lapped up the cum that was left there. A few final, quick licks up and down his length finished the cleaning. The mouth withdrew from his deflating cock after that.

Still gasping Eric pulled back from the wall and zipped up his pants. That was something he had never thought he would do. Arthur had been right though, he was surprised at how much he had liked it. That had been one of the best blow jobs he had ever gotten. Admittedly, the only woman he had ever slept with was Sharon, but still. The excitement of doing it in public, of maybe being caught, certainly had helped. Not to mention the mystery of not knowing who was on the other side, of knowing they didn't know who you were either.

Eric opened up the stall door and started to leave the bathroom. He stopped after a few steps and turned to look warily at that final stall. The door was still shut. He had remembered something: Arthur had told him that when he was done, he was to go into that final stall. His stomach did somersaults. Who was in there? Whoever it was, Arthur wanted him to know it, and whatever his reasons were Eric couldn't believe that they were in any way altruistic. Frankly, he didn't want to know. Whatever Arthur had planned for him behind that door was nothing he would like.

If he didn't do it though, Arthur would know. He would say something like 'How was the surprise?', Eric would have no idea what the suitable response was, and the gig would be up. Then Arthur would be forced to double down on whatever horrible experience he had originally planned for Eric and things would only be worse.

Every step was heavy as Eric walked over to the last stall door. He stopped in front of it, raised his hand, and knocked. The sound echoed through the empty, concrete room. There was a faint shuffle of clothing on the other side of the door, followed by a click as the lock was undone. Eric edged the door open and there, kneeling on the piss soaked floor, was his student, the one he had slept with for Arthur, Sarah.

Eric was at a loss for words. He could still see the wet ropes of his cum on her face, draped across her lips, nose, and eyes. She had been wearing mascara, but it had started to run in all of the cum (and possibly tears, he realized with horror). It wasn't just his own cum though. Older, more dried strands could be seen crisscrossing her youthful face. Globs of it had dried in her long, auburn hair leaving it hopelessly tangled. Her blouse was stained where some of it had fallen out of her mouth to dribble down off her chin. Eric had no idea how many men she must have sucked off in this stall to have become such a mess.

"Mr. Collins?" she asked. "What are you doing here?"

His mind raced for an answer. He couldn't tell this girl that he had pretty much only come over so she could suck his dick. He hadn't known that was what he was here for, but still, it wasn't an option. "I'm just, at the park. What...what are you doing here Sarah."

He could see her going through what he had just been. The difference was, there was clearly no way to deny that what she was doing here was blowing strangers in the bathroom. Her face fell to shame and she opted to not answer at all. Sarah averted her gaze and hiked her shirt up in a pitiful display of modesty. She reached down for her glasses. When she put them on though she realized that a drop of cum had landed on the lenses at some point. She took them off, spit on them, washed them off, then put them back on again. Crouched down on the floor like she was, with her mousy frame, she looked pitiful.

"Sarah, stand up from there." She took his hand and stood up, but made no effort to wipe his jizz off of her face. From the look of it, she had decided that cleaning cum off of herself was a losing battle.

"I have a question to ask you." Eric said. "Is the reason you're here...did someone tell you to do this? Blackmail you into it?"

She opened her mouth, but closed it without talking. After a second of thinking, all she offered was, "I can't say."

"The person who did it, were they a man? Short black hair, blue eyes, tall?"

"I...I don't know. I only ever talked to him over the phone. Why are you asking me this?"

Eric hesitated. He wanted her to trust him, so that maybe he could help her, and telling her the truth would certainly go a long way towards that. Nonetheless, his situation was a little much to unload on someone, and if he was honest with himself, far too embarrassing to be shared in its entirety. "The man who did this to you, I'm pretty certain I know who he is. I know, because he's...doing something similar to me. What does he have on you?"

"At first...it was a video. Of you and me. In your office." Eric's teeth clenched down painfully tight. He had done it again. First his wife, now Sarah. He had delivered her on a silver platter for Arthur to abuse. This was his fault. His fault. 

Thinking back to that video, he remembered that Sarah hadn't been that good at blow jobs when he was last with her. With a chill, he realized that someone must have...trained her. How many men had she gone down on? How many men had Arthur made her service? If he could force her to kneel down in this decrepit, disgusting stall and soak herself in the cum of strangers, what else had he made her do?

Sarah continued, "But he destroyed that. In return for..." She looked up at him then, before flicking her eyes away, "well it doesn't matter. The other thing he did for me was set me up for college. He knows the dean at my number one. I'm getting in. Guaranteed. I just have to...make it through until I leave. That's it. I do that, and the rest of my life is set. I just have to make it through until then."

Eric could practically see her rationalizing this all away. "You don't have to do this. You can leave. You can just walk away. Here, let me help you - " Sarah slapped away his offered hand.

"Oh and you're one to talk. You got me into this. You did this to me." At the end she was practically screaming.

Eric could barely speak. "I'm sorry Sarah. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to - " 

"To what? To turn me into a whore? A piece of meat that random men pump themselves into at a park bathroom? Fuck you Mr. Collins. I don't need your sympathy, or your help for that matter. You're the same as them. I swallowed your cum just like the rest of the men who came in here. You're no different."

Eric truly did not know what to say to her.

"Next time you see me in class, think of me like this. I don't know if you'll feel guilty or turned on, but either way you can take it and stick it up your ass. Now leave. I'll have more work to do soon."

Eric just turned around and left. He had nothing to add, certainly nothing that she'd want to hear. The stall door slammed shut behind him, the lock clicking back into place, and he thought he heard a quick sob before she managed to hold it back.

As Arthur walked out a man walked past him. The guy was short, maybe 5'9", and had a beer belly. Chilly from his hot dog had dropped down to smear across his shirt. His greasy hair was balding, and what was left was poorly combed over his pate. The waft of stench that accompanied his passing had Eric thinking that he couldn't have possibly showered any time this week.

Eric turned to go home, but stopped mid step. He turned back to face the restroom and watched as the man turned into the second to last stall. He waited, transfixed, unsure of what would happen. Sure enough, there was a small thud against the stall wall, followed by the man's moans. Slight slurping noises could be made out, echoing off the concrete walls.

In that stall, Sarah had her lips wrapped around his cock, her nose pressed into his unwashed crotch. Her tongue was darting across his tip as he pressed his fat stomach as far up against the stall as he could, getting as much of his dick inside of her as possible. He wasn't even trying to cover his moans, or if he was he wasn't very good at it. Eric could hear that he was obviously enjoying himself.

"Oh god yeah, suck my cock you bitch, you filthy whore."

The man's words were whispered, but they were clearly audible from where Eric was standing. Suddenly Eric heard the man make a series of grunts which Eric could only assume was him finishing. That was that then. His cum now covered Sarah's face right alongside Eric's. Right now she was swallowing down however much of his jizz had happened to land in her mouth.

Eric left as quickly as he could. He couldn't stand to have to see the man again, knowing what he had just done to Sarah, what Sarah had just done to him. Eric was angry now. This was different though. This wasn't the impotent, directionless rage that he had been feeling since Arthur started this chirade. No. This was cold, centered, focused. Arthur could not be allowed to do this. Eric had given him this whole thing, and he was going to take it away. Arthur needed to be stopped, and Eric had an idea on how to get the job done.