"You are tardy." Karina answered the door wearing only a frown and a strapon. The strapon, Tom noticed, was already glistening.
"I'm sorry. I stopped to vote."
"You what?"
"I stopped to vote. I was running right past there. Saves me an extra trip."
"They let you vote," she stared at his near nudity, "like that?"
"Yep."
"You did not need to provide identification?"
"They know who I am."
"Amazing. What an amazing country. Well, come in then. As you can see, we have started without you."
"We?" Who were the "we?" He got the answer as he stepped into the living room. A naked boy was lying on his stomach on the couch.
"Hi, Mr. Ryan."
"Brian." He flushed with embarrassment and shame. He wanted to bolt back out the door. But Karina had her hand firmly on his arm. "Shouldn't you be in school?"
"I graduated. Community college now, but no classes today because of the election."
"Oh."
"Did I hear you say you voted? So did I. First time," he added, not that he needed to.
"Brian has been training," Karina broke in, "for some time now."
"Thought I'd pick up a little extra cash." That brought a frown to her face, a quick motion of her hand to keep silent.
"What's going on?" Tom asked. "What is really going on here?"
"Please," Karina said, "in time you will understand. For the moment, accept that all that I have told you is the truth, and that your training is essential."
"And there are more things that you will be telling me?"
"Yes," she sighed. "More things."
"Why not tell me these additional things now?"
She sighed. She was silent for a minute, two minutes, perhaps. Her face barely contained the emotions that were surging within her. "My friend, I cannot tell you these things. I cannot even explain to you why I cannot. If you wish to leave, leave now. If you wish to continue, you must trust me."
He sighed, and took off the jogging shorts. "I should rinse off."
"No need."
"I should purge myself."
"You should have been on time. You will proceed, as you are."
"We are going into the recreation room?"
"No. We will be more comfortable here." It seemed she wasn't letting him anywhere near the bondage equipment, not after yesterday. "Brian, will you resume your position?"
The boy draped himself over the back of the couch, spreading his legs. The area in between was slick, he was still partly open. It seemed that she had been fucking him with the dildo, right up until she had answered the door.
"Good thing it wasn't Jehovah's Witnesses," Tom muttered.
"What is that?"
"It's a good thing it was me at the door, not Jehovah's Witnesses."
"Oh," she laughed. "It happened once. They have not returned since. Here." She took a tube of lubricant and spread on Tom's penis, rubbing it a little to urge it to stiffness. "Well?" She stared at him, waiting for him to get on with it.
"You want me to fuck Brian?"
"Yes." She sighed at his stupidity. "Of course. Why do you think that he is here? That you are here? You need to train with each other. More exactly, I want you to attempt to make him climax. He needs to learn how to do that, without any stimulation to his penis. Eventually, he will need to be able to do it in bondage. You also must learn how to achieve this. However, I would prefer that you do not yourself climax, not that way. I want him to practice accepting ejaculation."
"In his mouth?"
"Of course, in his mouth."
"Oh my God." He knew, that in a moment, nothing would ever be the same. Once his penis slid inside the boy, he would be ... what? He hardly even dared to think of it.
"Tom," she was saying, "what is your hesitation?"
"I can't do this."
"Tom, you have already committed to do this thing. You have promised. You have compromised me. If you waver now ..."
"I promised to please your husband."
"And how will you do that, if you do not train for it? I warned you that there would be training. You did not hesitate," she added. "If anything, you jumped at the chance. Even if you will not admit it to yourself, this is what you wanted."
"No," he protested.
"Look at him, how beautiful he is. In the future, you may have to deal with flesh that is not so desirable." She stroked the boy's back, she ran his fingers down to find his balls. "Come, feel. Enjoy." She took Tom's hand and urged it forward, she pressed it up to cup those balls. Well, they felt more or less like his, perhaps a little larger. He jiggled them, and Brian groaned.
"Brian," he asked, "are you okay with this?"
"It's part of my training."
"Come," she urged him closer to the couch. "Come."
"Brian," he sighed, "I'm sorry." He kissed the boy's neck, down his back, skinny and muscular, like his wife, and just as smooth. He kissed one cheek, gave it a little nibble, then the other. Then he licked the back side of those balls.
"Do not touch his penis," Karina growled.
He licked above, as he had caressed Karina -- it seemed so long ago. Brian was trembling. "Don't," the boy was giggling, "that tickles."
With a sigh, he stood up and pressed himself, very gently, against that wet little asshole. There was no hint of resistant, just a sigh from Brian as his cock vanished. It was hot and smooth and tight. He hadn't really taken the time to enjoy Karina, he had been too aroused, too enraged. He had just felt flesh tearing against flesh, painful to both of them. Now he appreciated how the inner ring was clutching at him, how pleasurable it was to slide back out so that it just brushed the base of the tip of his penis. The same way he had fucked his wife, three nights before. But now he knew what it felt like on the other end. He tried to drive inward, to find that constriction he had felt opened within him, but he was not as large as the dildo. He could just brush the beginning of that passage.
Karina slapped his ass. "Pay attention to his pleasure, not to yours. Make him come."
How to do that? He felt a little bump, sliding under his cock. That was it, the sweet spot. He started to rub the tip over it.
"Yes," Brian moaned. Tom reached down to feel how the boy was spouting. That provoked another slap.
"You may touch his balls," Karina said. "Touching his penis is not allowed."
All right. He dug his nails into those balls, the way he liked it done to him. He pushed harder, thrust more quickly. Brian squirmed, he shuddered.
"That's enough," the boy gasped. A huge streak of white fluid on the back of the couch confirmed that.
"Good," Karina said. "Very good. I knew you had potential. Come, let us move on."
Brian slid back onto the couch, then sideways, on his stomach, with his chin propped up on the low wide armrest. It put his head, Tom realized, into the sword swallower position, mouth open wide and waiting.
"Keep you hands behind your back," Karina said. "In the future, they will be bound there. Tom, do you understand what you are to do?"
It seemed pretty obvious. His cock, he decided, was pretty clean, considering. No shit on it at all. "He's going to give me a blow job."
"Not exactly. Brian is going to lie in that position without movement or resistance. You are going to push into him as deeply as you can, and use his throat for your pleasure."
"Isn't that going to hurt?"
"Here." She smeared more lube on him. "This will reduce the discomfort."
All this is coming back at me. Everything I do to him, he will do to me. That was how he justified himself. "Sit beside him, hold his hands back."
"You want him to be bound?"
"Yes," Tom admitted.
"Very well." She vanished for a moment, and came back with a set of double cuffs, which she attached the boys wrists and ankles. Brian was still through it all, holding his position, mouth still open and waiting.
"See how well he is trained?" she said.
Tom had dreamed of this, many times, maybe not with a boy, but some helpless figure. Still, he was gentle. He pushed into Brian's mouth very carefully, feeling the barrier at the back. The boy moved his head a little, trying to aim, and grunted for Tom to go on. A little, gentle push, and there was the constriction of the throat entrance. Then it parted, and he was sliding all the way in.
"My God!" He could see the bulge in Brian's throat where his penis had invaded. He watched it move, as he rocked gently in and out.
"When you are about to ejaculate," she said, "pull out into his mouth. He must taste and swallow."
She was behind him, then, kissing his back. She licked his balls, and he barely had time to do what she had requested. Brian gagged a bit as he slid out of the throat area, even more as semen spurted onto the area that he had just chafed.
"Good. Do not withdraw. Now, urinate into his mouth."
"What?"
"Urinate into his mouth. Carefully, so that he can consume it. I do not want to spoil the rug."
"Brian," he withdrew so that the boy could talk. "Is this okay?"
"It will be expected of you," Karina said. "I can assure you, that my husband will require this."
"He pees into your mouth?" Tom was aghast.
"Routinely. It is not so bad."
Tom sighed, and put himself back into that gaping mouth. He really did have to urinate, he felt as if his bladder was bursting, but nothing happened. "I can't do it." It had taken him a long time to be able to come in his wife's mouth. This was beyond him.
"Brian," Karina said, "are you ready to urinate?"
