"Would you like to watch a couple have sex right in front of your eyes?" a beautiful seductive voice called from the darkness. It seemed to flow into the 35-year-old man in his white shirt and Marvin the Martian tie, filling him with lust and passion, as sweet and primal as morning dew. Jim craned his head to get a look at the beautiful siren who called to him, but she was nowhere. Still, he saw her, because the image in his mind's eye was so clear. She was tall and buxom, with golden blond hair that simmered and flowed as if immersed in water. Her face was at once both gentle and ruthless, and she was unselfconsciously naked from head to toe. She had more the feel of a proud stallion than that of a common woman.
"I'd love to," Jim replied. His balls were tightening in his work pants and his cock was getting harder. His palms were sweating and he felt like a horny teenager. He swallowed uncertainly. His throat was parched and it felt like he was having trouble breathing.
"Well then, you are tired to a chair in a chastity device, the back is electrified so it will shock you if your posture gets sloppy," the voice continued, sweet as honey. It hit the man in the stomach like a flash of pure passion.
Jim opened his eyes, and suddenly it was as all as the woman had said. The wooden chair was very hard under his buttocks. His arms were secured firmly behind his back, getting a little numb where the rope limited his circulation, and his cock strained against its glass restraint, throbbing miserably, aching to be free to grow to its full length and girth. Jim wiggled around a little. He relaxed his posture slightly, and zap, a hundred volts of alternating current flowed through his body. He convulsed uncontrollably. It took him nearly five minutes to recover from the shock. His heart was racing madly and he was covered in sweat. His white-collared skirt clung unflatteringly to his non-ideal figure; he was a bit pudgy and soft from years of office work, but it left him looking cute and cuddly, like a human teddy bear. Jim, however, was very self-conscious about his weight, and every year made a resolution to diet and exercise, but eventually work stress always got to him and he would drown his sorrows in Hot Pockets and Warhammer.
If only he had a beautiful young woman in his life to give him a run around the block a couple times a week, he was convinced he'd manage to loose the weight and keep it off. Unfortunately, he was naturally shy, and terrible at dating. A year ago, his beautiful wife of ten years had left him for a woman, eroding most of his remaining confidence in the opposite sex. He had long since given up going to bars and scouring the internet. He had almost given up jacking off altogether, he was so depressed. But all that was a million miles from his brain at the moment.
Jim was sweating as though he had sprinted a mile. There were pools under his armpits and his crotch was drenched with sweat. He was such a messy mixture of lust, shame, nervousness and childish excitement. He couldn't wait to see what would happen next.
A beautiful couple walked in from the abyss. They were perfect in every way. They seemed to glow from head to toe. Perfect hair, perfect muscles, perfect skin, perfect breasts, perfect genitals. They made supermodels seem like petty little girls in comparison. She, the woman, the lovely goddess, leaned in close to him so her hard nipples tickled his shirt-covered chest, making him sigh in anticipation.
She spread her legs wide apart to torment him, and by god he was tormented. He devoured his agony like a starving man. Oh god, that cunt! It looked so sweet and juicy, so perfect, so divine, he could almost taste it. Its smell was reaching him, wafting in on a perfectly placed wind. The scent was delightful. He would have given anything to wedge his slutty little tongue into that sweet perfect pussy. He moaned like a whore. He thought he would die.
The man drew behind them and navigated himself into his woman quickly and skillfully. She cried out with the voice of an opera diva, her tones rich with a mixture of pleasure and surprise. The cry deepened into a earthy moan as the couple continued to fuck on top of Jim. He could feel every thrust, every squirm, every giggle as though he could directly read their pleasure though some kind of antenna. His body felt more alive, more real than it had in years. He felt slender and powerful.
The man came and the woman thrust her pussy in Jim's face. He greedily snaked his tongue, devouring the alkaline seed from her. It tasted like igneous rock and sea foam, and left his belly satisfied and hungry for more. He felt a little like a babe at the breast, but was too engaged to blush over the imagery. His cock strained against the device that bound it. It throbbed and whimpered for release. He licked and sucked as though his life depended on it, not even noticing as his body convulsed with the electricity once or twice more.
The beautiful man thrust his member at him, and Jim was at ends what to do. He was a red-blooded male and not at all interested in cock. Also, he had a sore spot with homosexuality, because of his ex. He hated to think of her face contorted with climax as another woman vigorously fisted her.
He felt his body convulse again and decided, what the heck. He wanted to impress the beautiful woman, and it was a very magnificent penis, it was not at all like sucking any old cock.
He stuck his tongue out tentatively, rather nervous what another man's dick would taste and feel like. His heart was pounding very hard with nerves. He felt like a fool. But he licked the cum from the tip of the head. Fortunately it wasn't all that different in texture or taste from the magnificent cunt he had just licked immaculately clean, and its wasn't bad overall.
Even Jim's tentative tongue was been enough to get the man ready for his beautiful partner, and they were at each other again in no time. She sat on Jim's lap this time, her legs spread, and her mate navigated himself into her a little more roughly. They rocked back and forth, somehow miraculously missing the pain of electrocution with every thrust. It made Jim dizzy with pleasure and nerves. The couple's pace was becoming more and more feverish. Jim's back muscles were getting very sore from maintaining his posture. Beads of sweat were dripping down his face. The sound of their moans was like a volcano erupting. It split Jim's ears and made his aching head pound beyond all reason. The couple came explosively. Jim felt every second of it. It was so sweet, so overwhelming, like something from another world.
--- Jim Drye awoke with a start. His cell phone was ringing. He rolled over and pulled the device from his bedside table, glancing at the name tagged to the call: Mark Haynes. Jim blanched, a dark epiphany overwhelming him. He realized that his boss, Mark, the man on the phone, was the model for the godlike man in his dream. His heart was pounding, but he took a deep breath and accepted the call.
"Hey, did you have a late night or something? It's 8:45 and you're supposed to be giving a presentation in fifteen minutes."
