She brought me in to the room nude and blindfolded, the black cloth loose around my face. I kept my eyes closed, the smile on my lips telling her without a doubt that if I opened my eyes, her game would be over. But Clara didn't seem to mind; she knew I'd play along.
"I've thought about what you told me," she said quietly into my ear, leading me by the shoulder towards the middle of the room. I felt the bed's covers brushing against my bare legs. "I decided to try it out."
My heartbeat seemed to quicken, my eyes struggling to remain shut. Suspecting that I knew what she was up to, my face began to heat. A fantasy I had admitted to my girlfriend two weeks ago, one I'd never been able to tell her before. Something that was almost more fantasy than urge, something that might be best left as fantasy and not reality. Frightened, I yearned to open my eyes and see if she had done it. Clara seemed to sense my fear and squeezed my shoulder reassuringly with her tiny hand. Best not to open them until she'd told me it was all right, but still, my curiosity nagged at me.
Her warm fingers caressed my face, and with a slow brushing motion she pulled the blindfold over my head, releasing my vision. I opened my eyes slowly, scared, and gulped heavily when I saw him.
His body seemed perfect; his skin tone creamy but not pale. A blindfold much different than the one I had previously worn hid his eyes, but his short black hair was visible above it; dark, dark hair like I had never seen. Shorter, thinner hairs covered the rest of his well-shaped body. Vague muscles, obviously not a builder, just in-shape. And his cock, rock hard from the position he had been tied in, was no larger than mine. His arms were spread, his legs held wide, and thick, soft ropes kept him in place on Clara's soft bed.
"What do you think?" my girlfriend, my mistress, asked quietly into my ear. "He's for you. You can do whatever you want with him."
The young man's cock twitched at those words, the muscles in his arms flexing softly. I watched the hypnotic rise and fall of his chest, and swallowed heavily again.
"I don't know…" I mumbled, struggling with my will to move away. Excitement flowed through my body, there was no doubt about that. The heat in my loins was unmistakable, and I could feel my cock beginning to swell with anticipation. But I was scared. This was a line I didn't know if I wanted to cross.
"Touch him, at least, Todd," Clara said, pushing me lightly towards the bed.
Tentatively, I lifted my hand, moving it towards the other man's body until I could feel the heat radiating from him. He groaned and shifted again, as though he could feel my hand so close to his thigh, and lifted his hips. Fire shot through my skin as his flesh brushed against mine, and I gasped and pulled away as if struck.
"Todd," Clara chastised, taking my hand in her own. "I want you to touch him."
Patiently guiding me, Clara rested my hand on his thigh. I swallowed deeply again and did my best not to struggle, the urge to pull away strong. Through my fear and inhibitions I felt the heat in my body rise, and my cock grow even larger, filling with my desire. I wanted this, I knew I did, but that didn't stop my reluctance.
"Clara, please, I'm not ready."
"Let me get this straight, Todd. You wanted a man, so I got you a man. Now you don't want him? Am I hearing you clearly?"
Clara's voice growled in the back of her throat, and her hand clenched mine tighter, holding my palm flat against the thinly haired thigh. I could feel his body pulsing, his heartbeat, his breaths, everything he did through that leg. I groaned and tugged my hand, letting my girlfriend know that this was enough.
"I'm very disappointed," Clara said coldly, lifting her hand off mine abruptly. "I gave you what you wanted. It's not my fault that you won't take it."
"Thank you, baby," I said, bending down to kiss her small face in apology. Clara turned her head away from my lips, dodging my mouth's attention, her eyes locked on the man on the bed. He still breathed heavily, his face turned away from us, listening intently. "Thank you," I said again, pleading for her forgiveness.
"You're an ungrateful little boy," Clara said, turning her hot eyes back to me. "Do you know what I do with ungrateful little boys?"
In an instant she had gone from my soft, loving girlfriend to my cold, frightening mistress. Hard and merciless, but exciting. Against my will my cock hardened the rest of the way, and she saw it and knew it's meaning.
"No, Ma'am," I said, hoping the title would appease her some.
"Go in to the living-room. I will meet with you in a moment."
I glanced once again at the helpless man on Clara's bed, his fists clenched at the corners, his calves flexing and releasing, his body painfully still and yet dramatically alive with every tiny move he made. My hand ached to touch him again, but my mind screamed at me for even thinking such things. I turned and left the bedroom, sitting down on the couch and waiting for my mistress to come back out.
Unsure of who would leave the room, my mistress or my girlfriend, I reluctantly kept my legs open, my hard member available for any eyes to view. My mistress didn't like for me to close my legs, but my girlfriend would allow it. Better to play it safe and keep my thighs apart than to bring down the wrath of my already irked tormenter.
They were alone together inside, and my jealousy peeked out for just a moment to wonder what my girlfriend, my mistress, would do with an attractive man tied to her bed. It wasn't long before Clara came out of the room, her head held high, but it seemed an eternity. Behind her trailed the man who had been bound to her bed, unblindfolded, clothed in boxers and a t-shirt and a boyish smile. Lips straight, unable to smile myself, I struggled to keep my legs separated.
He was as handsome as he had seemed, dark eyes darting from my cock to my eyes, a smile on his lips. I looked away from him quickly, avoiding those penetrating eyes. He had heard my secret desires, had felt my touch. I was ashamed.
"Do you love me, Todd?" Clara's sweet voice asked. It was uncharacteristic of her, that sweet voice with the hard face. She seemed to be playing the part of the mistress, rather than being it. I sought her eyes, keeping her attention.
"More than anything, Clara," I said, testing the waters. She didn't flinch, didn't correct me in the use of her name.
"I'm giving you to Brandon for the weekend. He will stay here, and I will, too, but you are to be to him as you are to me. Do you understand?"
My willpower failed me and my legs pulled together. My cock was still hard, still proud and erect, although my mind was shocked with fear and doubt. Looking from her warm eyes to his, from the hard face of my mistress to the smiling one of the stranger, I felt helpless and alone on the couch. She offered me what I wanted, offered me a man's body to explore, and now she offered me a chance to feel that there was no backing out. The psychology was good, but I didn't know if I could do it.
For my girlfriend, my sweet Clara, I would do anything.
"Yes, Clara," I said.
She smiled. Her face relaxed from the part she played, her eyes warming and her lips softening. I saw her chest rise with a deep breath of relief.
"Then you are his," she said, and turned to the other man.
Brandon turned to me, his dark eyes drawing long from my body. I shivered under his gaze, afraid, but I knew that I could really pull out whenever I wanted to.
"Well," he said, smiling as he met my eyes. He had seen me, all of me, naked and alone. I felt vulnerable; I was vulnerable, but excited. "I would like to take you back into the bedroom. To get to know you better."
His words were well enunciated, his voice deep and penetrating. It seemed to strike the inside of me, the very core of my being. Patiently he stood in front of me, waiting for me to follow his orders.
With a deep breath of air I stood in front of him, revealing my body in its erect form. His smile stayed the same, thin but sincere. Motioning with his arm, he directed me towards the bedroom.
The walk, few steps as it was, seemed to be the longest and most frightening of my existence. Minutes before I had walked here blind, unsure of what was ahead of me. Now, I feared that I knew exactly what was going to happen.
The bed, familiar and comforting, was centered in the room. Clara enjoyed having it there, enjoyed the many possibilities it offered. The ropes that had bound Brandon still dangled from the posts, and I couldn't take my eyes off of them.
"In the middle of the bed," Brandon directed. I looked over my shoulder, assuring myself that Clara stood near.
"Please don't leave me," I mouthed silently to her. She nodded. I obeyed Brandon and sat on the bed, scooting myself to its center.
"Lay down," he said, as I had expected him to.
Closing my eyes, I lay back on the bed, my limbs loose beside me. Reluctant and frightened as I was, not once did the pulsing in my loins slow. Not for the briefest of moments did my arousal wan. On more than one level I wanted this badly. Fear of the unknown was the only thing standing in my way, and control over it had been placed in the hands of a stranger.
A red-hot touch grazed my thigh, and my eyes shot open as I sat up rigid.
