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.
