Chapter 7

It was a very shaky Fred who returned to the playroom bath. Were they kidding? Could they really do that? Take pictures? Put 'em on his cell phone?

Rico noticed. "What's up?"

"Somebody leaning on me about a payment," Fred lied.

"Oh." Rico was all sympathy. "Bookie?"

"Yeah."

"They can suck." Rico had gambled and lost before. They went back to mounting the glass; Tab stood back, letting Fred take over the lifting and positioning.

Ten minutes later, Fred's phone produced a beep that he hadn't heard before. Fred nervously waved Tabitha forward so he could look at it. After some fumbling, a picture came up -- and Fred's face went grey. 'OH, SHIT!' he gasped mentally. They DID have a camera! The picture was sort of anonymous because of the thing they'd put over his eyes -- but HE knew it was him, and anybody who looked real close would, too! And, as advertised, he was sucking a dick and had one in his ass... His bound hands were out of the picture -- as were the faces of the two white guys fucking him -- but knowing who they were probably wouldn't help anyone -- even Fred himself. If anyone saw this... Fred deleted the picture with fumbling fingers -- and nearly dropped the phone when it rang. "Yeah?" he croaked, putting it to his ear.

"So, Boy Lover, about bluffing..." the voice on the other end teased.

"Okay, okay!" Fred gasped. "What do you want?"

"Tell the other guy and Tab that you have to go take care of some shit," Lon told him, "then go get in the booth you've been in before. Take your clothes off and put them outside. Oh, and there's some lube lying around -- get some and lube up your ass while you wait."

"And after that?"

"Fuck or suck whoever shows up with a dick, Man," Lon replied. "Keep your phone with you because we want certain people to get ass; that way we can tell you who."

"Awright." Fred couldn't believe he was agreeing to this, but... "Then what?"

"When it's over, you get to take it out on Mary," Lon replied. "A couple of ground rules, though. You don't hurt her seriously, or I post photos on the Internet -- probably just before I kill you! Fuck her face, fuck her ass, slap her titties or whatever, but nothing permanent! You get me? You can hurt her -- but you can't injure her."

"Awright," Fred grunted.

"Go take care of business," Lon told him. "Don't forget the lube! Somebody will be down in a few minutes to pick up your clothes and see to it you're settled in."

"Yeah, okay." Fred hung up.

Rico took one look. "They want it now, huh?"

"Yeh," Fred nodded. "You got this?"

"Yeah, we got it," Rico replied, thinking, 'Shit, Tabitha's been carrying the thing most of the night anyway...'

"Okay, I'm gone..." Fred headed back to the main room.

Sally became aware of a certain amount of thumping and banging -- accompanied by some grumbling -- and it was almost welcome, since she'd been stuck in the pillory for almost an hour. She'd have been a lot more nervous if she'd known who it was...

Fred did as he was told, locking himself into Booth One after dropping his clothing outside. The whole 'Leave your clothing outside' thing had him VERY nervous, given the way things had been in the past, but he had no choice...

The webcams in the booth area displayed both the inside of Booth One and the outside; Toby and Lon knew EXACTLY where Fred was and what he was doing. It was time for the next stage...

They headed downstairs, parting company at the foot of them. Lon passed Sally, telling her, "Be quiet -- not a peep!" before moving on to Booth One. First, he tossed Fred's discarded clothing into Booth Two, then he knocked on the wall. "Open up, Boy Lover -- dinner is served!"

"Fuck!" Fred knew THAT voice all too well! Sighing, he opened the center hole -- and took charge of the long white cock that poked through.

"That's it, Boy Lover -- suck that dick!" Lon taunted as Fred went to work. "You know you love that shit! Hey, do you prefer white dick or black dick? No, you don't have to answer -- you're gonna suck and fuck what we give you, anyway..."

The taunts were humiliating; they weighed on Fred like an eighty-pound sack of cement, bowing him to his work. Maybe if he did real good, the bastard would go away and quit making him feel so low... Underneath it all was the conviction that his tormentor was right; Fred found himself agreeing with his tormentor's assessment of him. 'I'm a fucking cocksucker,' he thought, miserably, 'and I like it in the ass. You can bullshit some people some of the time -- but you can't bullshit yourself forever...' He actually cried -- but silently, while he made love to the white dick of his tormentor with his mouth and cradled his balls, massaging them with gentle fingers. The only thing he could do at this point was to concentrate on the job at hand and if possible -- and it turned out that it was -- draw some form of pleasure from it. A state of masochistic fatalism came over him as he teased and pleased the cock of the person ruining his life...

Toby, on the other hand, headed for the bathroom under construction to let Rico know that someone was around to take him home -- or at least that was the assumption. Nothing was said about the boys sending Randy and Terence off somewhere; Rico was left to believe that Toby was there to cover while Fred got taken wherever he had to go to see his bookie or loan shark. Other than that, he was marking time... After a few moments, he headed back upstairs to watch the Fred and Lon show.

Recent events had prompted Toby to put a second-generation sound-enhanced webcam in place in Booth One; Toby could hear the liquid sounds of Fred's lips and tongue and Lon's hissed taunts and directions as Fred licked and sucked. Lon was just nasty, taunting Fred at every turn, "Yeah, suck it! Work those big lips over the head! Yeah, that's right! That's where you belong -- on your knees, sucking dick! Gimme that tongue on the underside -- that's it! Yeah, I'm gonna flood your mouth real soon, you sweet cocksucker! I bet you'd look good in a skirt -- we could bend you over and pump your ass for you under it... Are you playing with your dick? Play with it -- get your jollies from sucking my cock -- you know you want to..."

Toby was just amazed; the fact that Fred obediently started jacking himself surprised him even more! It was all right there on the screen...

Lon somehow avoided directly abusing Fred over his race -- which probably made it worse for Fred. No, it was all pretty personal... Toby watched until Lon crushed himself against the wall panel and grunted out his climax, while simultaneously viewing Fred's working throat as he swallowed Lon's product. Toby wasn't gay, but he was going to want some relief after watching THAT! Grinning, he headed downstairs.

Lon was pulling up his pants. "Lube up good, Boy Lover, the next dick goes in your ass! You won't be swallowing this load, it'll be squirting into your guts, so get ready! You suck this next guest for a bit, then you give him that hairy ass of yours, you hear me?"

A mumbled "Yeah..." came from the far side of the partition.

"Don't piss me off, or I'll be showing your sorry ass to the world on a website!" Lon threatened. "Now, if I was you, I'd be trying to get a couple of fingers up my ass..."

"Noooo!" Fred all but wailed.

"Behave yourself, then -- we'll be right back!" Lon told him, adding, "Hang on a sec..." He went over to where the toys were collected and selected a flesh-colored rubber cock with a suction-cup base. "Here, try this," he told Fred, shoving it through the hole. I don't want your next guest leaving because he can't get his dick in your ass -- practice with that!" Turning to Toby, he said, "You got this?" ignoring the muffled noises from inside the booth while Fred grappled with the concept of impaling himself on a rubber dick.

"Yeah."

"I'm going up to watch. If there's trouble, I'll be back, masked, with the pop gun -- but I don't think there will be any."

"Me, either," Toby replied, shaking his head. He watched Lon head for the stairs, then headed off to where the shower work was nearing completion.

"Hey, uh, Rico?" Toby asked, when he entered the room. "Got a minute?"

"Yeah, I guess," Rico replied, straightening up with the caulking gun. "This is about done, and I have to let it dry, anyway."

"We're breaking in a new mouth -- think you could handle a quick blowjob?" Toby asked.

"Hey!" Tabitha erupted.

"You can have the second load, Tab," Toby replied. "In fact, I'll do you, too -- how's that?"

"Well, awright," Tabitha agreed, mollified. Toby had a big dick, after all... When Fred left, it had ruined Tabitha's plans for the evening; now she was back to two dicks, at least...

Rico nodded. "Okay, then. Give us a minute or two to clean shit up around here."

"Cool." Toby headed back into the main room.

In Booth One, Fred squatted gazing with wet eyes at the eight inches of rubber cock in his right hand and the bottle of lube in his left. 'Dammit!' he thought, his mind shying away from the task before him, 'Couldn't it at least be black?' Closing his mind to the implications, he began lubricating the thick rubber joint...

Lon, upstairs, watched avidly on the TV there. It embarrassed him that he got off on abusing Fred Carter, but the fact remained. It excited him to be able to taunt and humiliate the man. Part of it was the fact that he was black, Lon figured -- although what blacks had done to Lon wasn't clear. More likely, it was Fred personally -- the fact that he carried his race on his sleeve all the time and was generally quarrelsome and uncooperative and seemed to think that the world owed him something for an injustice done to his ancestors. Toby seemed to think that the whole thing was to cover Fred's inclination to male sex; Lon didn't give a damn. It made Fred an easy target -- someone he could heap humiliation upon and degrade, even more easily than Sally. Now, as he watched Fred place the dildo, suction cup down, on the floor of Booth One and maneuver his ass over it, the urge to stroke his cock was irresistible; he fished it out and began slowly pumping it's already erect length, hard despite the recent blowjob.

... And that's when Candace happened by...

Fred grunted, settling over the rubbery dildo. It was soft -- that was the good news. The bad news: It wasn't rigid, like the real thing! That meant he had to HOLD it and brace it -- which was a lot more direct participation than he really wanted to contemplate. In many ways, it was like trying to stab yourself in the guts -- only MUCH more difficult physically, even if it wasn't lethal... It was thick, too -- thicker than his cock, although the lengths were similar. Fred wasn't sure when the last time was that he'd passed a turd of that girth, but he was sure it had hurt...

Speaking of which... He remembered something he'd been told about how your ass opened if you strained like you going to take a dump, so he tried it. It DID seem to ease things a bit... This was gonna take a half-hour, though, at this rate -- IF he didn't lose his balance and impale himself!

"More goo," he grunted to himself, rocking forward onto his knees. He'd more or less ignored his asshole, just lubing the fake dick -- but that wasn't working. Pouring some lube on his already sticky fingers, he started clumsily working on his back hole. This wasn't TOTALLY alien to him -- he'd fiddled with his asshole before, just poking at the opening -- but it was still an unaccustomed activity, largely because it was so awkward. Getting a finger in was easy, but two was more difficult; he kept at it, though, and in short order was ready for another run at the rubbery fake dick. More lube on the tip, and he began to make progress when he settled onto it, this time...

Candace recognized the man on the screen, and wondered just exactly what the boys were up to -- but she couldn't ask, because if she did, Lon would notice her and stop what he was doing -- and THAT held a terrible fascination for her... Thus far, the boys' plan had worked, and she had been able to channel her desires elsewhere -- but this was too on-target... She could hold herself there in the doorway, but she couldn't walk away from the sight of her son stroking his beautiful cock!

For it WAS beautiful, in her eyes; an accidental discovery of him jacking off in his room had triggered an urge to find a man who could shoot two loads like that inside fifteen minutes -- if she could restrain herself from getting it from the source! That time before, she'd stood in the doorway to his room while he jacked off to some internet porn on his computer, mesmerized, one hand in her bra and the other in her shorts, whirling over her erect clitoris. Somehow, she'd been silent enough, despite the orgasm that overtook her during his second ejaculation, not to be noticed -- but it had been a near thing. Probably, the sound level of the moans and groans on the screen had covered her tracks. Since then, the desire came upon her at odd moments, late at night, or while watching his athletic form cleave the water in the swimming pool. How well she covered it she wasn't certain at all...

Now, as before, she was caught as if to flypaper; she couldn't leave the doorway -- and only fear of discovery kept her from getting closer! Instead, she watched him -- and, over his shoulder, the odd events going on downstairs...

The wide, blunt head of the dildo still presented difficulties to Fred, but once he'd managed to open for it, things got easier. He settled on it, removing the hand that was holding it rigid as his ass accepted enough of the length to stabilize it and he ran out of room to hold it. Still, he didn't get the whole thing in -- it seemed like something stopped him at a bit over six inches -- and he didn't even want to GUESS what THAT might be... Carefully, he began running up and down on the rubber pole -- but it wasn't easy at all, despite the suction cup at the base. His ass gripped the dildo and pulled on it on the up-stroke, threatening to pull it free from the plastic surface of the exercise pad he was kneeling on -- and it similarly fought insertion because the rubber dick just wasn't stiff enough. 'Fucking stupid thing,' Fred thought distantly while he fought with it. The oddity was that he was fully into what he was doing; his cock had shrunk to a nub, but the rubber dick was doing something to his ass as it passed a certain place that was... interesting... If he ever got one of the damned things, he'd stick a hunk of coat hanger wire in the fucker to give it some stiffness! The suction cup was a good idea, but it wasn't flying that well with the mat... Fred glanced around -- of course! The hard plastic chair at the back of the booth! That'd be a LOT better!

If he'd been watching himself, he'd have wondered what the fuck was going on in his mind, but Fred was totally absorbed in the current project. The requirement to prepare for the upcoming sexual bout and the blackmail freed him of shame and embarrassment and allowed him to attempt something that would never have entered his mind under normal circumstances.

Carefully, he peeled the suction cup from the mat's surface and stood, the rubber cock still jutting from his ass, to go get the chair. After a moment's thought, he reversed it after bringing it to the holes; that way he could brace on the chair back while he went up and down. The hard, slick surface of the chair seat made a much better connection with the suction cup than the mat had, making out-strokes a lot easier -- but in strokes were still difficult. He squatted there, leaning on the chair back, slowly flexing his knees up and down while he fed the dildo into his ass and pulled it back out.

Upstairs, Lon chuckled as he watched Fred's antics. In a way, Lon was doing the sonofabitch a favor -- he was obviously busy exploring his fruity side. Watching him was a blast, and sticking a dick in him wasn't queer -- it was something else -- a dominance thing. Lon probably WAS doing him a favor -- look at him ride that rubber cock... Lon nursed his hard-on and enjoyed the spectacle. And Candace, one hand in her panties under her skirt, watched Lon...

The arrival of Toby and Rico, Tabitha trailing, put Fred's ride on hold. "Open up in there!" Toby yelled, knocking on the wall. Fred opened the center hole and waited for the arrival of his latest project.

"This gonna be any good?" Rico asked.

"It should be -- the person on the other side has sucked cocks before," Toby said carefully. "Bitch if it isn't going right -- we can fix it if the person doesn't straighten up."

"Okay, cool." Rico unlimbered his cock and slid it into the open hole.

Fred realized that he'd been had! His tormentors had found a new way of making him miserable! He recognized Rico's voice -- and he recognized Rico's cock! Gawd! He was not only gonna have to suck it -- he was gonna have to fuck it! Would he ever be able to look Rico in the eye again? "Let's GO..." came from the other side, and Fred hurried to comply, sucking in Rico's half-hard length. It was too late to duck out on this, and they had him by the balls, anyway. At this rate, he could forget having balls at all...

"Yeah, that's better," Rico hissed. "Suck it! Get the tip! Fuck me with your face!" Turning to Toby, he muttered, "Yeah, this one's been around the block. Nice thick lips. Is she black?"

"Yeah." The look on Toby's face said he was holding something back, and it dawned on Rico what it might be. He'd stuck his cock through a hole in the wall before, and the person on the other side hadn't been female. He wouldn't suck, but he'd been sucked that way a BUNCH of times. The person on the other side of the wall knew cocks -- like he owned one! Well, the guy standing there either thought he was being sneaky, or he was hiding something from someone... It probably wasn't a good idea for Rico to indicate that he'd caught on, anyway, since that said things about HIM...

Too late. Toby had seen the change in Rico's expression. Rico, recognizing that he'd been caught, assumed a wry expression; Toby flicked his eyes at Tabitha, indicating that she didn't know what was up. Rico got it and nodded.

Well, being outed didn't make Rico's dick any less stiff. Fred had plenty to work with and slavered over Rico's length generously.

Toby waited a few more seconds, then leaned over and rapped on the panel. Fred got it; he stood rising off of the dildo and, holding Rico's shaft in one hand, pushed the chair aside with the other. Then he turned and lined up his lube-slicked ass with Rico's erection...

Rico's eyes popped! He flicked a glance at Toby, who grinned tightly, confirming that the hole he was being inserted into was no longer a mouth. Given that they'd both agreed that the person on the other side of the wall was male, that meant that Rico was poking an ass... The insertion proved it, more or less -- even the few seconds that had elapsed since Fred had the dildo in it were enough for his sphincter to tighten back up some -- but Rico was a lot stiffer and a bit narrower than the dildo, so the insertion succeeded. Fred backed up to the hole, taking Rico in to more or less the depth he'd been inserting the dildo and rubbed it up and down against the panel.

Rico wasn't balls deep, but he was pretty deep. Obviously, it would be easier for him to fuck than for the anonymous ass to move back and forth; that being the case, he took over, backing and sliding into the well-lubed asshole on the far side of the wall.

Tabitha cocked her head -- was he face-fucking the girl? Toby caught it. "Apparently, she prefers to fuck," he told her.

"Oh," Tabitha nodded. "Me, too."

Fred pressed himself against the panel, bent over, his hands bracing on his knees, trying not to grunt aloud. Rico was showing no mercy, pushing his asshole past the point where it had been reluctant to allow the dildo to go by pounding the blockage. Fred grimaced; this was apparently what was meant be 'packing a poop-chute'... The cyclic invasion felt... weird. He was well-prepared, at least, so it hadn't hurt a lot to get things going. In fact, it was vaguely pleasurable, with spikes from something that Rico's cock hit every couple of strokes... This was more or less what he remembered from his introduction to anal sex and the latter part of the rape session; God help him -- he was enjoying it!

Lon had been reaching for the phone when Toby tapped on the wall and Fred obediently presented his ass. Now, though, he wanted to jack things up... Picking up the phone, he called Fred.

The phone was barely within reach -- Fred hadn't been careful about positioning it -- but he got it. "Are you fucking him yet?" the voice on the other end asked.

"Yes..."

Lon had realized at the last minute that he couldn't let on that Fred was on video -- it reduced his options, but... "So, are you enjoying that cock in your ass? Go ahead, admit it..."

Fred got out a strangled "Yes."

"You know whose it is?"

"Yes."

"Won't THAT be fun, knowing Rico has had his dick in you?" Lon taunted. "Just think about the next time you're in the men's room together -- how are you gonna keep yourself from drooling over that dick?" Lon laughed. "Don't answer -- I know you don't know what you're gonna do -- but now you can worry about it, can't you?"

"Yes."

"Maybe we should tell Rico and put you out of your misery..."

"No!" Fred's hiss was almost loud enough to reveal his sex to those on the other side of the wall. He controlled himself as best he could, but it wasn't easy.

"Okay, play with your dick then, Boy Lover. Pump out some juice while that dick fucks you. This might be the last one you get for a while."

Fred's cock was probably the smallest it had been in ages; something about what he was doing was thoroughly emasculating. But it responded to his touch even more sensitively than it normally might have, perhaps due to the flashes going on deep in his ass... Soon, he had it out to full length, stroking it and trying not to moan and groan too much from the added pleasure.

"I'll hang up and let you use your hands," Lon told him. "You be sure and get a nut, Boy Lover. Make your clit squirt while that big dick pounds your pussy!" Laughing nastily, Lon hung up.

Listening to this conversation made things even more difficult for Candace. Lon had Damian's mean streak -- which meant that he engaged THAT side of her personality, too! Gawd, the temptation! She wanted to suck him, fuck him, let him abuse her... Only the knowledge that it was forbidden and that Lon would disapprove of her advances kept her in place -- but her arousal shot through the roof, and the fingers teasing her clit drove her nuts!

On the screen, Fred Carter was jacking himself off to beat the band, obviously seriously into what was being done to him. His masochistic streak was in full control, and the pounding cock in his ass added to the pleasure of his masturbation to the point that he didn't care any more what anyone thought about it -- he was going to get off, BIG!

Rico was nearly there, too -- he could feel his dick solidifying in preparation to pump a load of semen into the guts of his anonymous fuckee. "Yeah! Gonna shoot YAAAAHHH!!!!" He threw himself against the panel and started splashing hot semen into Fred's colon.

That was all it took to finish Fred; oddly, the screech he let out sounded high-pitched enough to be female as his cock erupted all over the floor of Booth One.

Upstairs, Lon also exploded, cursing as his jizz shot all over his T-shirt. As he recovered, he became aware of grunting and moaning behind him, and turned his head... "Mama!"

Candace got control of herself. "Sorry!" she gasped. "I stumbled onto the show, but didn't want to disturb you!"

"Jeez, this is embarrassing!" Lon complained.

"Oh, relax!" Candace replied, covering herself, "I've seen you shoot jizz before -- maybe not while jacking off, but certainly into Sally..."

"Yeah, I guess," Lon agreed. "I've seen you taking it from Damian, too, for that matter. I guess we can try to be comfortable about it." He scooted over and patted the couch cushion on the far side. "That's just Act One -- you'll probably want to hang out for Act Two..."

"Oh?" 'I should leave,' flickered through Candace's brain, but her body moved to seat itself on the couch. "What's next?"

"Sally's been fucking up," Lon related, "so I'm gonna let that poor fuck get some revenge on her..."

"Sounds dangerous," Candace opined.

"Toby is there -- and I have these," Lon replied, indicating the mask and the starter's pistol.

Lon tugged off his T-shirt, looking disgusted and being careful not to get spilled semen on himself anywhere. "Might as well get comfortable." He kicked out of his shorts, too.

'I REALLY should leave...' Candace's brain told her -- but her body pulled her panties down from under her jean skirt and undid her bra, sliding it out from under her tank top. No matter what she did, she couldn't convince it to leave...

When Rico withdrew his cock from the hole, he was unsurprised to find shit on it -- but Tabitha wasn't! "Wow! She gave up her ass? You go, Girl!"

"Hey, Tab, how about going and getting a washrag?" Toby asked.

"Yeah, sure!" Tabitha turned away, muttering, "Way cool!"

"I wonder what she'd think..." Toby began.

"If she knew it was a dude on the other side?" Rico finished. "Me, too!"

Fred, hearing this, was thunderstruck! "Jeezus!" he gasped under his breath. Did Rico know it was him? Fuck! He slowly turned and closed the hole, then pulled the dildo off the chair seat and tossed it across the booth while collapsing onto the chair and putting his head in his hands. What was he going to do? If Rico knew, he was dead meat... It was all he could do to keep from blubbering loudly.

Upstairs, Candace turned to Lon. "I don't get it."

Lon thought about it. "I think I do. Rico figured out he was fucking a guy -- but Fred thinks Toby told him who it is."

"That's TOO mean!" Candace opined. "You don't want to push Fred THAT far!"

"No, you're right," Lon agreed. "It leaves no room for future fun, either. I'd better call him -- or maybe Toby." He picked up the phone.

"Yes?" Toby answered his cell carefully.

"Fred's freaking in there -- he thinks Rico knows who he is!"

"Oh, okay. I'll handle it." He turned to Rico, pitching his voice to carry into the booth. "You've done this sort of thing before, Rico?"

"Yeah, I'm ashamed to say it, but I've stuck my dick in a hole before," Rico agreed, wondering why they were talking loudly, but going along. "I've never sucked, though. And I've DAMNED sure never fucked -- or BEEN fucked!"

"So how was it?"

"I got a nut," Rico allowed.

"Would you do it again?" Toby pressed.

Rico looked unhappy. "Maybe, if I was bad off -- and I've been bad off a lot... Takes some guts though."

"On BOTH sides!" Toby chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess. Did this guy want to do this?" Rico asked.

"He did and he didn't, I think," Toby replied. "We pushed him a little, but the interest was there. Sometimes you need to let it all hang out, you know? This is nice and anonymous -- you wouldn't know you did this guy if you met him on the street -- and I'm sure he likes it that way. That's one of the benefits of the booth -- you never know who is on the far side...

Fred, who had listened with only half an ear at the start, now gasped to himself, "Thank fucking God!" Rico didn't know it was him -- he just knew it was a guy! A great weight was lifted from his shoulders.

Lon and Candace watched Fred recover. "Better?" Lon asked.

"Much," Candace agreed. "From what Louise tells me, you could push Fred to do something really drastic if you drag him out of the closet fast -- he couldn't handle it. We could end up with dead bodies!"

"Yeah," Lon nodded. "I didn't want to feed Sally to THAT!"

"Why are you doing that, Son?"

"She needs it, every once in a while," Lon replied. "I've been too easy on her and she's slacking off. This will get her back in the proper frame of mind. I know it's partially my fault, but I can't let that mean anything. She needs to know that if I don't lean on her constantly, it doesn't mean she can get away with shit."

"Well, you'd better be prepared for Fred to get carried away, anyway," Candace opined.

"Yeah," Lon nodded. "In the meantime, things are gonna be slow for a while. We need to get Rico and Tabitha out of there. Let me call Toby.

"Yes?" Toby answered. It was Lon again, obviously.

"How quick can you get Tabitha and Rico out of there?" Lon asked.

Toby grimaced. "I had to promise Tabitha a fuck -- and Rico owes her, too."

"Shit. Sally can't be comfortable..."

"Yeah."

"Can you guys handle Tabitha somewhere else? I'll call Randy and Terence back and tell them that Fred isn't done..."

"Where?" Toby wanted to know.

"I dunno. Your place? Rico's?"

"I'll ask." Toby turned to Rico. "Can we move the second phase of things somewhere else, do you think? He's got to get out, for one thing..."

"Yeah, I can see that. But Tabitha..." Rico began.

"... Needs her fuck -- I know," Toby agreed. "We need a new place -- any suggestions?"

"What's up?" Tabitha asked, arriving with a wet washrag and a towel for Rico.

"We need to go elsewhere," Toby related. "Any ideas?"

Tabitha grimaced. Now she was REALLY hot -- and could lose BOTH dicks! "Jeez! Can't go to my place -- Momma would want money..."

"What?" Rico blinked.

"Her mother thinks she should consider a career in prostitution -- and that she should get some of the benefit!" Toby explained. "Pretty sorry-assed, in my opinion..."

"So, you hook?" Rico asked Tabitha, who was kneeling before him, lovingly washing his cock.

"Well, not officially, -- not yet," Tabitha admitted. "I've got a guy who is planning to hook me up with some friends of his and keep an eye on me..."

"Pimps are bad news," Rico grunted. "You're better off on your own."

Tabitha sighed. "I'm not -- I'd get screwed -- in more than one way! Besides, this guy doesn't REALLY want to be a pimp -- it's more to take care of me..."

"That's what they ALL say!" Rico grunted.

"I think it's true in this case," Toby interceded. "He's just setting up something to keep her Momma off everyone's back. Momma is a piece of work..."

"Yeah, no shit," Rico agreed.

Tabitha wiped Rico's dick off with the towel and kept her mouth shut. They weren't saying nice things about Momma, but then, maybe they were right. Still, it rankled. "She's taken care of me all this time..."

"There's better care, Honey," Rico opined, fingering her hair. "You need a man..."

"Two, probably," Tabitha grinned.

"... To look after you," Rico finished. Tabitha wasn't great looking and she was in the back of the line when brains got handed out -- but she was game and she LOVED to fuck... "Maybe you're right about that two." He sighed. "We could go to my place, I guess. It's filthy, but..."

"It'll do," Toby agreed.

"I've probably seen worse," Tabitha replied, matter-of-factly. "Ed's place is nice, but there's grease everywhere..."

"We're set," Toby told Lon. "Call them in when you're ready for the other thing."

Rico and Tabitha headed upstairs with Toby; once they were outside, Lon telephoned Fred and told him that he was free to move about the playroom and collect his clothing. The party moved out, Toby taking everyone in his car, leaving Fred to Lon's tender mercies -- and Sally to Fred's -- and things were already under way...

Lon let Fred stew a bit in order to settle him down; turning him loose on Sally too soon after his humiliation was dangerous. On the other hand, Sally was obviously extremely uncomfortable in the pillory, and needed distraction. Even before Toby had fully orchestrated the departure of the others, Lon called Fred, "Okay, Boy Lover, it's party time. Go look behind the side curtain. Remember, if you try to bust it permanently, I'm gonna fry your ass -- you'll not only go up for whatever you do, but EVERYBODY will learn how queer you really are... You'll be the community bitch in whatever hellhole jail you end up in. Oh, and if you don't think I've got her covered, think again..."

Fred didn't even bother to answer beyond a grunt; he hadn't gotten ahead yet with this bunch, and it wasn't going to start today. Why the kid was letting him touch that cunt again wasn't clear, but Fred knew it wasn't for any reason he was going to hear about. Still, the whole thing was likely to help him get over the shit that had gone down thus far, so he was gonna take the bait -- he'd earned a little payback... Throwing back the curtain revealed an ass -- a big ass on a big girl! Nice, though... Yeah, it was probably her -- but what the fuck was up with those rings and the lock? He'd take a step around front of this thing she was in to make sure it WAS her -- he'd been screwed over before...

Sally heard the curtain move; she'd heard the quiet noises of Fred moving around, too, and they'd helped her forget her discomfort --by replacing it with fear, largely. But the shock she got when she looked up at Fred eclipsed her earlier fears! "OMIGAWD!!"

Sally's reaction made it easy for Fred to go predatory. "So, you remember me, huh, you silly bitch? I wonder what the fuck you did to piss off that boyfriend of yours so bad he gave you to ME to fuck with?"

"Oh, God..." Sally was praying -- really praying! Fred Carter! She didn't even want to THINK what HE might do to her!

Fred didn't know either, fortunately, but he was content to make it up as he went along. "What a party WE gonna have! I owe you BIG time, you bitch! We gonna have a LOOONG night together tonight!"

Dying of fright was a definite option for Sally; she started shaking like a leaf! Fred circled around behind her to examine the strange hardware covering her pussy. "What's this shit here with the rings and stuff?" he asked.

"M--my master doesn't want anyone in there," she replied shakily. "Since you..."

"He did this 'cause you was gonna fuck me?" Fred laughed. "I guess maybe you're getting punished quite a bit, then, huh?"

"It w--wasn't just you," Sally replied. "I... made some other mistakes..."

Fred knelt to give the setup a good hard look. If you worked at it, you might be able to poke a finger in her, through the lock hasp, but a dick? No way. "Cheaper and easier than a chastity belt, it looks like. Your old man is a total bastard, but he ain't stupid," Fred grunted, adding under his breath, "He sure as shit stays ahead of me..." He swatted Sally on the ass -- hard enough to leave a nice, red handprint. "So, what the fuck am I gonna do with you?" He poked her asshole with a finger. "I guess THAT's available, ain't it?"

"Y--yessir!" Sally gasped.

Fred delivered a stinging slap to her other ass cheek, then moved around to the side of her and squatted there. "Nice fucking titties," he muttered, palming one. "I'm surprised he hasn't put ring in your nipples. I might -- and one in your nose, and use the whole rig for reins. You're a big bitch -- I bet you could pull a cart or somethin'..." He then crushed the flesh in his hard calloused hand.

"AIIIIIEEEEEE!!!" Sally screamed, full-voice.

"Hurts, don't it?" Fred muttered. "But you know what? It ain't permanent -- just REAL painful. I figure we can do that a LOT!" He reached across under her and squeezed her other breast, just as harshly, evoking another scream. "I seen where bitches had their tits nailed to a board and it didn't hurt anything permanently. You know you can stick a barbeque skewer right through both of 'em, and as long as they ain't fake, they'll heal right up..."

"P--please! No! I'll do anything!"

"You will anyway, Sweet Thang -- where you gonna go?" Fred hissed. "Let's do somethin' simple..." Earlier, while he was looking for lube, he'd seen a whole cache of the kinds of things you saw used in those BDSM flicks -- including a couple of clamps... Fred had no idea what they were called, but when you pressed on the sides, they opened up, and when you tugged on the end, the jaws closed. This was a pair -- with a chain that ran from one to the other -- and there were fishing weights... In seconds, he was back, teasing her nipple until it grew, and then affixing a clamp to it before moving around to her other side to do the same thing with the clamp on the other end of the chain.

Sally couldn't see what he was doing very well, but she could CERTAINLY feel it! Her nipples burned and felt like they were being crushed -- more so when Fred tugged on the chain after setting the second clamp! "AAAHHH!!!

"How's that? Neat, huh? Them nips of yours won't fall off or anything, but you'll wish they could. An' you know what?" Fred taunted, "when you get used to it, I'll take 'em off -- and it'll hurt even worse! But for now, I got these weights..." He added a fishing weight to the chain, deliberately allowing it to drop.

"AUUUGH!" Sally wailed.

"Wait -- I got another one here..." Fred gave her a second treatment.

"OOOOHHH!"

"Fun, huh? You can swing 'em, too..." Fred demonstrated.

Sally gritted her teeth at the pain. It was horrible! He was tearing her nipples off!

Fred got to thinking, then headed back out to the main room, returning with a handful of clothespins. "I seen these used, too. Your old man pretty much covered that twat of yours, but I might be able to get one of these in where it'll do the most good..." He knelt behind her and pulled the lock body away from her clitoris and slid an open clothes pin into the opening, pinching the hood.

"UUUUHHHH!" Sally grunted, now awash with pain from three separate sites.

Fred stood back, eying his handiwork. "Now, THAT's entertainment!"