He heard the elevator open, and a shock of fear entered him that was so strong as to make him feel nauseous. He prayed that the passenger of the elevator would go to another door, and then there was a forceful knock at the door. Peter wanted to disappear, to crawl up into nothingness. He really didn't want to suck a cock. He couldn't imagine doing this. He looked down at his hands on his stockings, as Laura went to get the door, and the others stood to greet Jared.
Brian and Steve shook hands with Jared, and Laura kissed him on one cheek. Cindy let him take her hand gently, and she said "Nice to meet you." Jared was a short, fat Arab guy with a receding hairline. He wore tight jeans, and his shirt was unbuttoned to reveal a hairy chest and a gold chain. Peter could smell Jared's sickly sweet cologne from where he sat on the edge of the sofa on the other side of the room, praying in vain to somehow not be noticed.
"And this is Peter?" Jared asked, strolling over to where Peter sat, "I hear so much about you."
"Get up and introduce yourself to your date," Laura warned.
Peter stood up in front of Jared, curtsied, and said "It's nice to meet you, sir."
The others sat back down, as Jared looked Peter up and down. "Nice to meet you too, darling," Jared said as he stepped closer to Peter, and reached out to rub Peter's soft cock and balls gently from under his skirt. Peter closed his eyes and grimaced.
"Don't be afraid, darling, I don't hurt you," Jared said, continuing to rub Peter's balls, and moving yet closer to reach around with the other hand and squeeze Peter's ass. Peter felt his knees were weak, and he might have collapsed had Jared's hands on his ass and balls not held him upright. Peter could not bear the smell of Jared's cologne, and he tried to breathe only through his mouth. Against his wishes, his cock began to stiffen under the firm but gentle rubbing of Jared's hand. It was not so much the rubbing of Jared's hand, as the fact that Cindy was cracking sunflower seeds across the room, and indifferently witnessing his disgrace. All of this for Cindy, Peter thought. He was breathing heavily, full of fear.
"Calm down, baby," Jared said soothingly. "What's this?" Jared said, feeling the welts on his ass, and turning him around.
"Show Jared where you were punished, and tell him why you were punished," Laura said. Peter turned his ass to Jared, lifted his skirt and bent over slightly at the waist. As he turned he faced the others at an angle. He did not want to look at them, but he noticed that they were all watching silently.
"I kept looking at Cindy and Brian, sir, and making them uncomfortable, so I was caned."
"Oh, poor baby," Jared said, sitting down on the sofa, and rubbing fingers between Peter's ass cheeks over his panties, pushing the material deep between his cheeks. "You have sexy ass, don't worry, I make you feel good."
"Have you asked your date if he'd like anything to drink?" Laura asked.
"Would you like anything to drink, sir," Peter asked Jared, who continued rubbing his ass from behind.
"No want, you sit beside me," Jared said. Peter turned and Jared was patting the sofa beside himself. Peter sat down meekly beside Jared. Jared ran his hands up and down Peter's thighs, stoking especially the smooth skin above the stocking tops. He whispered in Peter's ear, "You touch me," and moved Peter's hand over Jared's cock, which was very stiff under his jeans.
The others had been silent, and Peter kept his eyes closed as he stroked Jared's cock, and submitted to Jared's wandering hands, as he could not bear to see Cindy looking at him in the depths of his humiliation. After a minute or two, they seemed to direct their attention away from Peter and Jared, and Laura was talking about a movie.
Jared had slipped Peter's panties beneath his balls, and was jacking him off, and Peter's cock was fully erect. He kept his eyes closed. He heard some stifled snickers from the others, and Cindy whisper "wo de tian na" – my god. Peter's cock became harder, and began to ooze pre cum.
"I like you kiss my ear while you touch me," Jared whispered to Peter, and Peter, disgusted, began to lick his ear, while continuing to rub the stiff lump in his trousers. Peter wanted to wretch. Laura put on a movie, and dimmed the lights.
Jared was now grinding his hips, and whispering, "Oooh, yeh baby, you make me feel good." The others, hearing this, began to giggle quietly.
Jared asked Laura: "Is OK we go other room?"
"Of course, you can use that room," Laura said warmly, pointing. She paused the movie, and the others turned to watch as Jared stood, took Peter's leash gently and stood him up as well.
"Now Peter, you do a good job: remember you are doing this for Cindy," Laura said.
Peter curtsied and said "Yes, Ms."
He could not look at Cindy, but from the corner of his eye he saw Brian nudge her gently with his elbow.
Cindy said, in a jolly voice, "Give Jared happy ending. . ." she giggled, "and swallow." The others laughed and Peter curtsied to Cindy and said "Yes Cindy, I'll do it for you." He looked into Cindy's eyes. They were glimmering with wicked amusement, while her mouth expressed both contempt and resolve. Brian's hand was on her thigh.
"Can I use his ass too?" Jared asked.
"You'll have to ask Cindy," Laura replied.
"Shen ma yi si?" – what does it mean -- Cindy asked Brian.
Brian whispered a translation, and Cindy put on an expression of disgust. She asked Brian how to say "blow job" in English. Brian whispered "blow job" to her. She grinned at him, and crinkled her nose.
"Just blow job," she said to Jared. "Sorry."
"No problem, thank you, Cindy."
"My pleasure," Cindy said politely, "hope you enjoy," and the others grinned.
Peter turned and followed Jared, who led him by the lead to the room Laura had indicated. He walked the way Laura had instructed him to walk, as he was afraid of being chastised, and he fully recognized how vulnerable he was. Laura turned the movie back on.
Jared closed the door, and led Peter to the center of the room. He tugged down gently at the leash, and said, "You go down on your knees." Peter knelt down. He could not bear to look in Jared's face, so he kept his eyes on the lump in his trousers. "Sit on your hands. Lady should not use hands when she suck." Peter slid his hands between the cheeks of his ass and his ankles.
Jared undid his belt and his buttons, and unzipped his trousers. He pulled down his trousers and underpants, and tossed them to the side. He stepped closer to Peter's face, and his thick cock dangled half hard just in front of Peter's mouth. Beneath the cock were fat, hairy balls. Jared's cock, with its shiny head, and dark flesh, was so repulsive to Peter, that he wretched. He could not bear the thought of taking this object in his mouth.
"You suck."
Peter whimpered, closed his eyes, and did not move.
"Suck," Jared said more emphatically, "or I tell Cindy you don't make me happy."
Peter opened his mouth and took the loathsome flesh of Jared's cock head into his mouth. It was slippery, smooth and alien.
"Yes baby, nice. Suck."
Peter, his soul in agony, began to suck gently at the slowly swelling head of Jared's cock.
"Mmmmm. It's nice," Jared said. He put his hand on the top of Peter's head, and slowly pushed the cock head deeper into Peter's mouth. Peter began to suck eagerly, hoping to make Jared cum as quickly as possible.
"Yes, good girl, suck me," Jared said, and pushed his cock head in more deeply. Peter gagged and pulled his head away. He put his hands up on Jared's hairy thighs to keep him away as he wretched again at the sight of the now erect cock standing up slick above the heavy, hairy balls.
"You bitch. You want I should go tell Cindy now?" he said.
"No, please don't, sir. I'll suck," Peter pleaded.
Jared went over to a bedside table and came back with a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs. He went behind Peter and fastened his wrists behind his back. Peter whimpered, but did not resist. He loved Cindy so much, she was his goddess, and he needed her to know that he would do absolutely anything that she told him to.
Jared stepped in front of Peter again. He rubbed just beneath his own cock head with two fingers and a thumb. He said, suck my balls. Peter, hands cuffed behind his back, leaned forward, let out a timid tongue, and licked at the fat hairy balls. He wretched again, but quickly went back to licking Jared's balls.
"Nice. That's nice," Jared said as Peter licked underneath his balls. "Take them in your mouth now and suck." Peter took the big balls in his mouth and sucked tenderly, as Jared continued to stroke the head of his own cock. Peter felt overpowered by the musky odor that had begun to emanate from Jared's cock and balls. He was revolted to recognize that pubic hair had come loose from the balls, and was floating free in his mouth.
Jared put his hand on the top of Peter's head, and pushed his face away from his balls. Peter tried to spit out the pubic hair, but could not.
"Open mouth," Jared said, and Peter complied. Jared pushed his cock into Peter's mouth and, holding Peter's head still with the hand on his head, began to fuck Peter's mouth, pumping his hips firmly but slowly. Peter gagged as the cock touched his throat, but with his wrists cuffed and the firm hand on his head, he could not move away. He began to drool out long strings of saliva around the cock as it thrust in and out of his mouth. Jared sometimes thrust as deeply as he could and held it there for a few seconds, so that Peter's nose was ticked by pubic hair as he wretched ineffectively, unable to clear the intruding object from his throat. He was dizzy, and disorientated. He tried to escape the reality of this fucking of his mouth, and find strength to endure by imagining Cindy's smile, the music of her voice, the voluptuous curves of her tits and ass.
Jared was now holding Peter's head with two hands and fucking his mouth as though it were a pussy. A squelching sound came from Peter's mouth in time with the thrusting of the cock. "Suck!" Jared gasped, and Peter began to suck at the cock as hard as he could, hoping to make Jared cum, and end this ordeal.
Jared was panting "Yeh, yeh yeh," as he sped up the pace of his thrusting, and suddenly he stiffened, and pushed his cock as deep as it would go into Peter's throat, as the cock began to jolt and spasm with its own life, flooding Peter's throat and mouth with cum. Peter remembered Cindy's voice saying "swallow," and he tried to swallow all the cum that shot out the cock, but he could not, and he felt some flowing out of the sides of his mouth. Jared pulled the cock out of Peter's mouth and tapped it against Peter's nose and eyes as it oozed the last of his load.
He stuck the prick back into Peter's mouth, sighed and said, "Yes baby, suck me clean." Peter sucked at the hideous, cum covered cock, overwhelmed by its wretched flavor, feeling the sticky cum on his chin, nose and eyes. He had never been so low, and the only thing that sustained his spirit from utter collapse was the image of Cindy. With his hands cuffed behind him, he could not wipe the cum from his face, or remove the pubic hairs from his mouth. Jared's cock became soft and rubbery in his mouth, and then Jared pulled out and stepped away. He pulled on his underpants and then his trousers. He looked at the bedside table, opened drawers, and said to Peter, "I am sorry. I do not see key." He came over and took Peter's leash, and stood him up. It was awkward for Peter to take his feet with his hands cuffed behind his back. "Come, we go." He opened the door and led Peter into the main room.
The others were still watching the DVD. Brian had his feet up on the coffee table, and his arm around Cindy. She was snuggled into him, wearing the smile of a comfortable cat. Her hand was on Brian's belly, just above his cock. Laura paused the DVD, and undimmed the lights. The four off them sat up and attended to Peter and Jared. Jared led Peter over in front of them. Peter looked down at Cindy's feet. There was cum on his face, and cum and pubic hair in his mouth. His hands were cuffed behind his back.
"He is very good cock sucker," Jared said. "Cindy should be proud. I hope you don't mind I use these handcuffs Laura. Unfortunately, now I cannot find the keys." Peter was looking down at the floor, his face scarlet with shame. He could feel all eyes on him, on the cum smeared on his face, and dripping in globs from the corners of his mouth and his chin.
"Peter," Laura said sharply, "your manners. Do you have anything to say?"
