Author: Lizard69 
Title: What Goes Around 
Summary: They say what goes around comes around.  Sometimes they're right. Keywords: Mm, reluctant, fdom

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What Goes Around (Mm, reluctant, fdom) by Lizard69


  "Who's he?"

  "A guy.  His name doesn't matter.  It might be better if you
don't know."

  "So, what do you want?"

  I was sixteen, so Patti couldn't have been more than eleven. 
Just over four foot, maybe seventy pounds, if it wasn't for her
long dishwater blond hair from the back you'd hardly know she was
a girl.  From the front either for that matter, not in a
sweatshirt, jeans and sneakers, until you saw her face.  That was
more tomboy cute than future fashion model.  You know the type,
braces, bangs, a dusting of freckles.  She didn't become anything
special until you saw her eyes, a clear blue/gray that told the
world there was a genuine ice princess somewhere in her family
tree.

  It wasn't all hereditary.  Five years earlier I'd caught her
playing, "doctor", with my younger brother and sister. 
Blackmailing her into accepting me as an additional playmate for
*those* games wasn't too difficult.  As the others grew beyond
their curiosity and stopped playing that way they never imagined
that Patti just quit talking about it.  Patti herself had long
since satisfied whatever curiosity she started with.  Not that I
was going to let a little thing like that stop me from getting my
own kicks.  She made me work for it.  Getting her into a safe
spot after she knew what would happen wasn't easy.  On the other
hand, she knew the hornier I got the bigger risks I'd take, so
she didn't try as hard as she could have.  Yeah, it's safe to say
I was the cause of some of the chill in her eyes.

  "There's something he wants to show you.  You don't have to. 
It's really not your problem.  You can walk away whenever you
want."

  "What is it?"

  "Let me tell it from the start.  I was talking about guns with
some guys at school.  One of them said I should meet his weird
gun nut uncle.  Well, we went there and I met the guy but he
busy.  He offered to take me shooting and we started going to a
gravel pit on Saturday mornings.  Afterwards we'd go back to his
gun room in the basement, clean the guns we used and talk about
the others in his collection.  It wasn't too long before he
started talking about a different kind of shooting.  It wasn't
the gun collection that made him the kids *weird* uncle.

  "This guy wants to do it with a skinny little teenage girl
who's really pretty and likes to daydream about doing it with a
fat, hairy, pervert old enough to be her father.  That isn't
going to happen any time in the next million years or so.  I
should have left then.  Instead we kept on talking until he told
me how he doesn't care anymore if she doesn't want it or what she
looks like.  After a while he admitted that he doesn't even care
that much if it isn't a girl."

  Well, that tidbit snagged her attention like nothing else had.

  "Yeah, it's weird and creepy.  People say really nasty things
about guys who do sex with other guys.  That's when I finally
tried to leave.  But he's a lot bigger than me.  Fighting it
might slow him down some.  Either way would end with him getting
whatever he wants.  All I got to decide is if I got beat up
first.  I can tell and he'll get in *BIG* trouble.  Only that's
afterwards.  Telling won't undo anything, just let the whole
world know he did it.  He thinks I'm too embarrassed to tell
anyone.  Maybe he's right."

  "You mean he...?"

  "Fucked me...  like a homo."

  "No way!  Really?!"

  "Uh-huh.  That isn't even the worst part.  He... uh... he had a
camera."

  "He took *PICTURES*?!"

  "Yeah, well, it's not like he's gonna pass them out on the
street.  The thing is, he's not the only pervert in town.  If I
go to the cops, or don't do what he wants, he can show other
creeps what he made me do.  That's sort of the problem I have
now.  He told me to meet him somewhere and I couldn't.  I kept
begging him not to show his friends the pictures until he gave
in, sort of."

  "Sort of?"

  "Uh, this is like, super embarrassing.  He's still going to
show them to somebody to punish me for not doing what he said,
but he's letting me pick who gets to see them."

  "You picked me?"

  "You're the only one I know who won't tell anyone or try to
make me do stuff."

  "Oh... ok, that's him over there?"

  He'd found a bench far enough from the restrooms and play area
to avoid the heavy traffic.  We sat with Patti between us and I
kept an eye on the other people using the park.  The last thing I
wanted was for somebody to get close enough to make this any more
embarrassing.  He had the photos in one of those compact albums
with one picture to a page.  It looked like an oversize wallet
with a snap flap to keep it from flopping open accidentally.  I
didn't catch Patti's reaction to the first couple of pictures,
not seeing any need to watch her...  Then she giggled.

  This is going to sound incredibly arrogant.  I honestly hadn't
given a thought to how she'd react.  At that point her opinion of
me couldn't get much lower.  Once somebody has seen your "O" face
there isn't a lot left to hide.  That giggle hit me with my guard
down.  It wasn't the sort of nervous titter a girl might use to
cover her own embarrassment.  She was actually amused.

  "He licked it!"

  "He also liked it.  See?"

  "You mean because his thing is stiff?"

  "That too.  See where his tongue is?  That spot on the
underside, near the end, is really sensitive.  He's trying to be
extra nice to me.  Look at the next one."

  "In his mouth?!"

  "Look for the one where his eyes are bulging.  If you look real
close you can see a clear drop of pre-cum on the end of his
dick."

  "So?"

  "When a boy gets that turned on, his body is providing that
little bit of extra wetness to make it easier to sink his cock
into a girl.  He's like *totally* ready to have sex.  When I took
that picture, there wasn't any girl and he knew there wasn't
going to be any girl.  The only sex going on was him sucking a
mans cock.  Check out the last few pictures."

  "He really let you put it in his ass?  Didn't that hurt?... 
Ewww, gross!"

  She *had* to be looking at the final shot.

  "Yeah.   I was only a few strokes from popping my load and he
didn't want to suck it after it was in his ass.  Most of it still
went in his mouth but the rest went everywhere, his face, chest,
hair.  If he'd turned his head I probably would have filled his
ear.  Now you know what he'll be doing when we leave here. 
Unless..."

  "Unless what?"

  "The bulge in his pants tells me that having you look at these
photos excited him.  He hasn't got the nerve to invite you to
watch.  He'd swear it isn't so, but deep, deep, down, there's
some tiny little part of him that wants it.  Like, it's sick and
perverted and if the other boys knew they'd beat him up or get in
line, maybe both.  But he also knows there isn't one in a dozen
who could take it like he does.  He's almost proud to be a
perverts fuck toy.  While he's also ashamed of being so good at
being nasty."

  Patti looked a little frightened, as if she half expected me to
unload on her for listening to him and ventured a timid little
half smile.  The moment stretched out until I could see it in her
eyes.  She knew.  I guess that sealed my fate.  As she realized
what happened next was completely out of my control, her smile
hardened into the sort of smirk I'd never seen on a girl younger
than twelve.

  "I wouldn't have to do anything?  Not with either of you?"

  "Nah, he'll be too busy.  For me, he's fun size, you're too
small."

  "All right, let's do it."

  On the short ride to his place I tried not to curl up in a ball
as her words bounced around inside my head.  It was possible she
meant, "the three of us should try something interesting", rather
than, "let's make him do it".  Then we were in his gun room. 
Patti grabbed the office swivel chair from his reloading bench.

  It shouldn't have been so hard to take my clothes off.  Pattie
had seen me with my pants down dozens of times and completely
naked more than once.  The perv had done a lot more than look. 
Part of it was her being dressed and knowing she would stay that
way.  Mostly it was well... to a preteen girl a teenage boy is
almost a man.  Now I was undressing next to an adult and the
closer I got to naked, the more I resembled a flat chested girl,
at least compared to him.  The resemblance was more than
physical.

  I had made Patti undress, held her, fondled her, thrust my cock
against her, what we called dry humping and some people refer to
as outercourse.  Now she watched me, standing there naked, too
nervous to hold still and nowhere to run.  He wasn't that much
bigger or stronger but he was clearly mature, a grown man.  The
way I flinched as his hand began stroking my back, my gaze
shifting around the room, my whole manner made it clear.  She
didn't need to have seen the pictures.  It was obvious that I'd
been fucked by this man and he was going to do it again.

  "He's got a stiffie!"  She wasn't quite laughing.

  "Yeah.  He'd swear he doesn't want it.  It might even be the
truth.  At least I'm pretty sure he isn't queer.  Maybe his mind
is playing a trick on his body.  Like, it's weird, but it's still
sex.  Maybe it's his body that is playing the trick.  Either way
it's sort of a cruel joke, getting him ready for a woman right
before he has to do it with a man."

  "Make him lick it."

  "You liked that picture, huh?"

  I didn't bother waiting for him to give the order.  It's not
like there was any chance that he wouldn't want me to do that. 
Down on my knees, listening to a rattle of casters as Patti foot
walked the chair into a better position, I lifted his half hard
cock and went to work on the sensitive underside.

  "Oh yeah!  Watch close kid.  A girl can be just as nice to a
guy with her mouth, but it takes more practice.  It's like the
difference between telling somebody where to scratch and having
the same itch."

  I hadn't thought of it that way.  I guess it made a warped kind
of sense.  It was hard to decide if the idea that I was giving
his cock the sort of treatment I wanted for my own made it better
or worse.  Patti didn't exactly get more interested.  She was
already giving it her full attention.  The change is hard to
describe.  Like finding out something so amusing was also
educational got her more... involved?... engaged?  It sure seemed
to give him an added boost.  In almost no time at all he was as
hard as I'd ever seen him, though I'll admit we didn't have much
history yet.  Pulling me off his dick, he got up and grabbed a
roll of thick foam that was leaning against a gun cabinet.

  "I use a yoga mat for position shooting.  It's easier to
concentrate on what you're doing when your knees and elbows
aren't grinding into the concrete at the shooting line."

  Patti giggled.  "Sticking it in him is position shooting?"

  "Not like we do at the gun range but I guess you could call it
that.  Don't get mad, ok?  This is almost too strange even for
me.  That a kid too young to be interesting might still be
interested is weird.  Even if you aren't completely innocent, you
can't have the experience to understand everything going on
here."

  "I'm not dumb!"

  "I didn't say you were dumb.  I'm a little worried this might
bother you later.  Like an older kid might remember pulling the
wings off of flies when he was too young to understand how cruel
that is.  I don't think you'd feel bad enough to tell somebody
about what you did.  You might feel bad enough to tell if all you
did was watch."

  "So?"

  "So, you don't have to do anything but I'd feel better about
this if you did more than watch."

   "Like what?"

  He made me lie down on my back with my hands above my head,
palm up.  Then he had Patti get down on the floor and take my
hands like she was holding me down for him.  I was willing to go
along with it but honestly considered it a game or a joke.  Like,
who'd believe I couldn't pull loose from a skinny little girl if
I really wanted to?  A minute later *I* believed, when he showed
her how to brace her thumbs against the backs of my hands and
bend my wrists forward.  She'd brought tears to my eyes before he
could explain that she didn't have to do it that hard.

  It didn't really change anything.  How could it?  I was going
to do whatever he told me anyway.  He could have ordered me to
let Patti decide what happened and I'd have gone along with it. 
At the same time, it somehow changed everything.  The little girl
I'd forced so many times was literally, no fucking kidding,
holding me down so a pervert could rape me.  It should have been
scary.  I guess it was, a little.  It was also the most exciting
moment of my life up until then.  She was looking down at me,
pouty lips slightly parted, eyes sort of glassy, breathing quick
and shallow, almost panting, if she was older I'd swear she
was...  Oh... My... God...

  More than once I'd fantasized about her getting turned on,
becoming sexually aroused, while I was using her.  Having it
happen under these circumstances was both perverse and I'm sure
some would say a sort of poetic justice.  I'm not sure exactly
when the creep noticed, probably before I did.  He hooked my legs
with his arms, planted his hands to either side of my chest, and
started probing between my butt cheeks with his well greased
cock.

  "Usually I grease him up too then use one hand to line it up
while I get some weight behind it.  Sometimes it's more fun to
watch his face as my tool keeps sliding off the mark, first one
way then another.  After a while he starts tipping his hips and
trying to open his ass so he can capture it.  Mostly he wants me
to quit teasing him and get it done.  What it looks like is that
he got tired of waiting and he's trying to have anal intercourse
with me.  I bet he'd do it for real if you asked him to."

  "Do what?"

  "Go all the way, fuck like a queer, have homo intercourse
instead of just being a hole."

  "You're kidding, right?"

  "Uh-uh.  He's a horny teenage boy.  He wants to fuck.  A tiny
little part of him wants to *be* fucked, to have a man use him
for sex.  It kept him from coming unglued when I started raping
him.  You want to know the best thing you could do for him?  It's
kind of mean."

  "Yeah, not like holding him down for a pervert or something. 
What is it?"

  "Tell him it's OK.  That you'd like to watch two guys do it. 
That you think he'd make a really good sex friend for a creepy
old guy."

  Something about the way I was looking up at her triggered
another giggle.  She released my hands.

  "Do I have to repeat that?  It would be kind of fun to watch
you try to make him happy.  You don't mind do you?  I mean, it's
not like I don't already know you're a pervert."

  Maybe I shouldn't even try to explain.  I could have been
seeing and hearing what I expected rather than what was actually
there.  The words were a suggestion.  Her tone wasn't bitchy or
sarcastic.  There wasn't the slightest hint of, "or else".  If I
had to guess, she was probably more amused than aroused, but was
clearly developing an interest in how far she could push.  The
ice princess had found a new game.

  "I... Uh...  Start slow, OK?"

  I guess he did.  At least he didn't ram it in and go to town. 
I'd only done it a handful of times but it was getting easier. 
Having Patti there changed that, made it, well, different.  I
could cope with the physical part of being penetrated.   I
thought I knew what to expect, only I didn't, not this time, not
really.  If her, "gotcha", smirk was any indication Patti might
have had a better idea of what was happening than I did.  I guess
technically it was still rape.  I had to do it.  I didn't have to
do it like *that*, not unless I was actually trying to please. 
Maybe that's what made the big difference.  From the minute I
knew I'd have to tell somebody, Patti was really my only choice.
At the park I tried to pretend it wasn't a big deal.  After that
I couldn't pitch a hissy fit when he invited her to watch, could
I?  Now this?  Part of me wanted to cry, repeating over and over,
"I'm not like this"!  At the same time there was just enough of
something else that would have felt like a lie.

  "Slow!, Ok, a little further, now hold still and let me push
myself onto you.  There!  The head is inside.  Go deeper, slow
and easy, all the way in me.  You're going to fuck me 'til you
cum.  There isn't any hurry."

  I thought that was a lie until I said it.  I wanted it to be
over so I could get out of there.  I wanted to go home and try to
forget that afternoon ever happened.  As I watched her watching
us, I realized that wasn't all I wanted.  Patti was completely
fascinated by the way my hips were rising to meet his slow smooth
thrusts.  I tried to act like it was no big deal.  If I'd been
thinking at all I'd have known that never had a chance of
working.

  "Play with it."

  "What?"

  "Your thing.  You know, so it squirts.  You said that's why you
do sex, 'cause it feels so good when you squirt.  His thing is
inside you.  I want to watch yours."

  The times I'd dry humped her she'd plainly focused her
attention elsewhere.  Even when I rolled off her and finished by
hand she'd been more eager to leave than watch.  Part of me
couldn't help thinking this was one hell of a time for her to
develop an interest.  It was a mild surprise that I blushed
crimson as my fingers wrapped around my erection.  By then I
didn't think I still knew how.  It wasn't the thought of making
myself cum, she'd seen that often enough.  It was the wetness I
encountered reaching for my dick.   A small puddle of pre-cum had
formed on my tummy.  When you're that physically aroused,
claiming you don't want to do it sounds kind of phony.

  I could say at that point I wasn't sure what I wanted.  I
couldn't dodge the knowledge much longer.  I'm not queer.  Any
romantic feelings I've had were always for the opposite sex.  But
that was the moment, just a few strokes short of popping my load,
when I stopped trying to pretend that I didn't want to be fucked
by a man.  Patti noticed.  I guess the pervert did too.  At least
he came shortly after I did, like watching me give it up was what
pushed him over the edge.

  Things got pretty quiet as we cleaned up and dressed.  By the
time he dropped Patti and me at the park I was beginning to
understand that my whole world had changed.  She'd lost that
superior smirk.  At least she wasn't wearing it openly.  I got
the impression it still lurked just below the surface.  Calling
what we'd done before a relationship gives it more dignity than
it deserves.  The events she'd just witnessed and the nature of
my participation had gone a long way towards redefining my role.

  "Brenda isn't gonna believe this!"

  "Oh my god, you can't tell!  You just *CAN'T*!"

  Ok, I was still getting used to the change.  I'm not really as
stupid as I felt while she stood there staring at me.  I couldn't
keep her from saying whatever she wanted to anybody she thought
would believe her.  As long as they didn't quote chapter and
verse there was no way I would know for sure what she told them.
By the time I left for college Patti and a few of her closest
friends had turned teasing me into a twisted hobby.  I never did
find out exactly how much they knew.  Nor can I honestly say the
experience was all bad, but that's a different story.

End