Young Men

It's about six o'clock on a Friday evening. My family has gone to a tournament in town for a few days, so Sue and I have planned to spend the night together. Sue is my long time friend and lover. We planned a special night for the two of us. I had agreed with a neighbor to check on her place, as her son and some friends would be watching some game before our evening would start.

I elect to walk the three blocks. Upon arriving, and knocking on the door, I find four boys-- well, not boys anymore, young men ages twenty and twenty-one. I know them, Jeff,Marcus, Rob and Brad, and their families pretty well. I am greeted and, after asking how things are going, invited in for a drink. I agree to have one glass of wine, which has turned into two over about an hour's time. I need to use the washroom.

Coming back down the hall, but stopping before I can see them, or they can see me, I listen in to their rather hushed talk. Although I had noticed getting the eye before, it has always been just young men being young men. Some of the talk is pretty blunt and graphic, stating how nice I look and how good it would be for me to be used by them.

It makes me blush, but also, I feel warm inside. Must be the wine.

They are quietly arguing, and I come around the corner before they notice me; I am positive I see one of them just finishing slipping something into what is a vodka and orange, I presume. It is nothing until I have come a little closer, moving to a seat in the living room area. The attention now has returned to me, and I notice a very nervous, hesitant vibe in their talk.

Jeff has taken my glass of wine, which still has a little in the bottom, saying he has made this special drink just for me.

Smiling, I say, "Thank you," and take the drink, wondering what the heck I should do now.

After thanking him, but mentioning, "I prefer the wine," I get my glass back and swallow the last in a quick gulp. I place the other drink beside me after taking just a very tiny sip; without looking, I feel all four pairs of eyes are on me.

One of the guys says, "Maybe you don't like it," trying to take it away. His name is Brad.

I do say, "No, it is kind of nice, I will drink it."

The boys exchange glances saying little. My heart is now racing some, as I take another very small sip. I stand up, taking my phone, and call Sue to tell her that I'll be home later, and to not worry. Then, loud enough for them to hear me, I say, "I'm sure someone here will walk me home, everyone knows I am alone for the weekend."

I wander to another room, telling Sue what we had planned, "I will give you a rain check or call later, no time to explain." I ask her to keep a close eye on me, leaving the last comment, "I think my drink has been spiked, but I am not drinking anymore. I am just fine, in full control no matter what you see or hear."

Sue asks, "Are you sure?"

I respond, "Yes."

Walking back, I make sure the boys have heard I intend to walk home soon, where I will be all alone. They are all trying to be normal, but watch me closely as I lift the drink to my mouth, and pretend to take another sip. I turn and walk into the kitchen, passing one plant, which gets about half the drink before bringing it to my lips, turning so they see, pretending to take two gulps or half the drink.

I turn, smiling, saying, "This is rather good." I get a cloth to clean up a spill on the coffee table, placing the half-filled glass right in front of them, as I wipe the table down. I return to the kitchen to get rid of the towel, rinsing it out in the sink.

Returning, the drink is on the table, so I casually pick it up, pretending to take another sip. The drink in hand, I swirl it around a little bit, trying not to look at any of them, but still knowing they all are intently watching me. Something is happening in the game and their attention is diverted for a moment, and I find I can dump the rest of the drink, save for a drop in the bottom. As they turn and notice me again, I have the drink tipped right up with the final little sip, pretending I have gulped the rest down.

I say, "I really should leave and get home."

Thanking them for the drink, they make many excuses to try to stall me. I thank them a few times for a lovely time, saying, "I really must go and get back to my big old empty house." This takes about fifteen minutes after 'downing' the last of the doctored drink.

A couple of the men move around the corner, arguing, thinking I cannot hear, but I hear enough. I heard, "... thirty minutes and she will be out."

I am in a bit of turmoil, but also want to see just what they intend to do. I am not dumb, but I am curious as to just how far they will go. Standing near the door, I pretend to sway a little and lose my balance, bouncing against the door jamb.

I giggle, saying, "Oh my, that drink must've been stronger than I am used to." I suggest rather than ask, that one of these handsome young men, perhaps, would like to walk me home as it is dark out.

After a moment's pause, they are all scrambling to help me out the door. We go down the stairs, me with a man on each arm, in case I fall. We walk maybe half a block, with them still trying to insist that I should stay, before I take a bit of a stumble, even grasping and holding on to the two holding me up.

I giggle, trying to pull away, saying, "Oh my God, you got me drunk."

We continue to walk for another block before I stop and lean heavily into one of them, resting my head on his shoulder. I think we all, for various reasons, feel the tension in the air. I know I should straighten up and tell him that the effing joke is over, but I don't. We continue walking and I now pretend to rely heavily on the two boys with my arms around their necks with them holding me up as we walk.

I hear the whispered arguing behind me from Jeff and Brad, one stating he wants to see my ass as he follows, the other saying, "This is wrong."

I stop, and looking at one of the men, I ask, "Where is my phone?"

Whereupon, Rob pulls it out. "It is right here."

I ask, "Do you have my purse?"

One of them says, "Oh shit."

I suggest that one of them go back to get it for me, which is agreed to. Now, there are only three of the young men and me; I really try to appear to be incoherent and to be totally relying on them for support, to get me home safely.

Wow, we stop just before my house. The man behind has now groped me, so I mumble, "You should not be doing that," but adding, "It feels good."

We enter my house, with them basically dragging me up the stairs, and me appearing almost passed out. I think I did a very good job at being just dead weight. Inside, I am dropped in an armchair, just sort of like a rag doll.

They talk softly about what they would like to do-- some comments about opportunity, some about 'haven't you always wanted to, she looks so hot,' etc. They decide to get me into the bedroom, and I'm basically carried, but more like half-dragged to my bed.

One of the man says, "I have to see her tits."

My heart is pounding so hard, but I do not move or try to stop them, keeping my eyes closed. I feel my shirt being lifted, a pause, and then lifted right over my head. Hands touch one breast then the other, before pulling my bra down, exposing me.

They begin to argue quietly, with one of the men saying, "She is passed right out and will not wake up."

I feel arms sitting me up, my bra released and taken from me. At first, hands are gentle, exploring, but my nipples, which are very sensitive, respond immediately,

I mumble, with my eyes closed, saying, "No... please stop... you can't do this..."

Then I fall back, appearing very passed out. I am pulled up, sitting as they try to figure out what to do. I feel lips covering one nipple, it does feel good. Too good! I do open my eyes very slightly to see another head approach, and he covers my second nipple, causing me to arch slightly in response.

I know this is wrong, but I try to relax. Overcome, I am enjoying being exposed, groped and tormented by these young men. If they only knew this is something of a fantasy dream of mine, and I am awake! I have even let out several involuntary small moans.

The third man, I presume it is Marcus now, as a hand gropes up my skirt, is touching me very inappropriately. I fall back on the bed, my arms out to the side, while he struggles to get my skirt and panties off. After stripping me completely naked, they pause for a moment of complete silence before their hands are all over me-- touching, pulling, just groping, exploring up and down my legs, arms, chest.

Now, while I am enjoying all of the attention, I'm also trying to figure out ways to get out of this. Inside, I am in utter turmoil, especially as I hear a zipper going down and the sounds of clothing being removed. I'm still shocked, and cannot believe that they would even want to do this to me. They are more than half my age for god's sake!

I feel someone on the bed near my head, which is turned, and my mouth is opened before a cock is pushed into it. There is a struggle getting my limp body into a position where Jeff can hold my head and basically fuck my mouth. I try to be completely helpless, but I do slowly and very gently begin to suck.

Jeff notices, saying, "She likes it, she wants my cock, this is so good."

One of them is now playing with both my boobs, alternating between groping, and just generally tormenting my very, very sensitive boobs; including sucking long and hard on my nipples. I try to keep still, but it is hard. My legs are pulled wide apart, and I feel his tongue-- oh my God, I am in so much trouble.

It is then that the fourth young man, Brad has returned with my purse, entering and asking, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

None of the first three seem to care or want to stop at this point; although, there is some argument. I know there is some concern from Brad, but I anticipate he may soon join in. The one in my mouth has shoved himself completely down my throat, barely allowing me to breathe. This goes on for a good four or five minutes before I know what is coming. He starts to tense, then cums deeply down my throat. I swallow. Not sure that they even notice or care, as my body is fully shaking again. There is a little I can do but cough and gag before he pulls out. I keep my eyes closed, pretending I am still unconscious.

The man who has been licking me, and I must say doing a very good job, has now entered me, lifting my legs to rest on his shoulders while he basically fucks me. He does not take very long before I feel him pulse inside, filling me. Again, I involuntarily groan.

The third man, I presume, wants his turn and the others help flip me over so my feet are touching the floor and my ass is sticking up with a pillow under my tummy. Inside, I am furious, but also powerfully excited; I am in turmoil, but stimulated. I am worried he will try to do me in the ass, and that is not going to happen!

As I am thinking all of this, I feel him sliding his cock up and down before easily slipping into my very wet pussy. He has barely started moving before I cannot control myself and have a very intense orgasm, which they do notice. This seems to justify their actions in their minds. I find this strangely overwhelming and exciting, but also super humiliating, being taken by these young men. It does not take long for this Marcus to also dump a second load in me, giving me more shudders.

I had almost forgotten about Brad, who says, "That is enough. We need to get her cleaned up and get out of here before she wakes up."

I am lifted off the bed, the covers are pulled back, and I am rolled under them to sleep. Whatever it is about, I can hear them talking and discussing something. They finally leave before Brad has returned. I cannot see, but I know he's there. I am thinking he's going to take his turn, as I feel the covers being pulled back.

But then I'm surprised, as I feel a warm cloth first wiping down my face, neck and chest, before going down my legs and my pussy, cleaning me up. He does move me into a more comfortable position, when he pauses, I think to just look, before covering me and turning the light down low.

It is quiet; I am very sure he's still there, but not saying or doing anything. I am not sure exactly what I'm going to do, but I do roll so my head is in a position to see him sitting quietly in a chair in the corner. This is a bit strange, but I feel he is, somehow, protecting me, watching over me.

I wake up and it is early, 6:00am. I immediately see he is not there anymore. I look around the room, noticing everything is as it should be, except for my clothes which are neatly placed on a close-by chair. I wait an hour before calling Sue, asking her to come over whenever she can.

She cannot wait and is here within a half hour. She comes to give me a big hug, and asks, "Are you all right?"

I confirm that I am. "I had a pretty wild night."

She says, "No kidding. What are you going to do?"

I ask Sue if she saw anything that happened.

She blurts out, "I saw it all, and almost came over several times, in spite of what you said to not come over."

I ask, "Is it recorded? Can I see?"

We go to the computer and she sets up the hours of what happened so I can see for myself. After a few minutes, she excuses herself, going to the kitchen to make us some breakfast. It is very strange watching this 'movie' with me the main character.

Sue had set up the camera in my room for us to have our fun and play; not for this to have happened. She returns and again checks to see if I'm OK, which I am, before telling me, "You do need to watch the fourth guy as you will find it interesting, or more than interesting, maybe even puzzling."

I do as she suggests, seeing this young man, Brad, first trying to stop the others, then staying and cleaning me up, tucking me in, looking sad and protective. After some discussion and a wee bit of planning, I make a call to one of the four, asking they all come to see me immediately.

Half an hour later, they do arrive, looking very worried, but trying to act like nothing had happened. Even a few comments like 'I'm glad you got home safe... you're looking well this morning...' etc.

I have entered the dining area, the chairs have been moved to the side of the room, the table remains in the middle. I am standing on one side, and on the other, they are standing opposite me. I ask them if they have anything to tell me about last night. All I get are innocent, or what appears to be innocent, responses. Brad, who did try to stop the others, who did stay to clean me up and not participate, he's looking the most worried.

I ask, "Would any of you like to reconsider?" giving them a chance. With no positive response, I'm very firm in my tone, saying, "I know what happened last night."

Rob asks, "What do you mean?"

I look at all them, stating, "It's time for you to become completely honest with me." I then tell them, "Everything you did in my bedroom was recorded..."

There is dead silence before I ask again, "Would you like to explain?"

I get a tentative question from Jeff, stating that he did not know what I mean.

I then put down between them, three pictures-- eight-by-tens-- where there are three of them taking advantage of me one way or another.

I now have their full attention, with them mumbling apologies, etc.

To which I respond, in my best bitch manner, "Now, you might want to reconsider your answers."

I get apologies like, 'I didn't mean to... we were drunk...' and other lame comments back, which I cut off, before just saying, "This was all recorded and especially parts when I said 'no', 'stop', 'don't', and yet you continued to rape me."

I let that all sink in, before asking, "What are we going to do about this?"

I get no answers so give them some alternatives. "One, I can call the police. Two, I could call your parents. Three, we could do both.

"Maybe I should tell Ted and let him break some bones before calling the police?" I pause before saying, "Or there may be a fifth alternative."

I know I have the upper hand completely, and they have no choice, but to accept whatever number five is.

I then bluntly say, "You all can accept whatever punishment I want without any objection or complaint, and no one will know other than us."

They are all looking guilty at each other before agreeing to accept my terms.

I firmly tell them, "Put your phones down." I slide them all to my side of the table. I open the first one, go to the recent photos or pictures, deleting all from the other night, checking to see if any were shared. With the first three, I do find some pictures, shaking my head at them, removing and deleting them completely from their phones.

I very bluntly ask, "Have you shared any of these pictures with anyone else?"

They say they have not.

I do warn them, "If any should show up anywhere at any time, everything is off and everything goes to the police."

Then I take Brad's phone, doing the same. He has not taken any pictures from the other night, but I do notice he has several other 'normal' pictures and then notice one file, 'Lacy', which I open up to find hundreds of other pictures. I am very shocked at this folder-- all of the pictures are of me over several years. These are just normal everyday pictures, some including me sunbathing, and basically in all sorts of wear. I do not erase these.

I am on one side of the table. They are on the other. I have my not-to-be-fooled look on, trying to look seriously pissed off before telling them all to remove their shirts. I get very puzzled looks. After a short wait, my voice again is bitter, stating, "I am waiting."

One of them takes his shirt off and the others follow. They are standing approximately one foot away from the table, and I now order them, "Drop your pants and underwear to your ankles."

Again, there is hesitation before I say, "NOW!"

They all do this and are now basically naked with their pants around their ankles.

I tell them all, "Bend over and put your hands on the table, feet apart as much as they'll go, and lift your ass back." I'm quite blunt in informing them, "I don't want to hear anything other than my yardstick hitting your ass."

I then proceed to the Jeff first, and while I am not overly brutal, I do bring the yardstick down with a good swing, resulting in a good yelp and very noticeable welt after the flinch. I look at the red mark left. I continue with the first offender for ten strokes. His ass is super red and I know it hurts.

I move them so I can do the Marcus, and then Rob. The three of them are visibly hurting, and witness the others' punishment. I have them turn the other way, so they don't see me do the fourth, Brad, but they can hear.

Before smacking his bottom, we do lock eyes. I just nod to him before giving him his ten across his ass. To the others, it appears I did the same; however, these strikes are much lighter and leave a much nicer mark and hurt less.

I then instruct them all to stand beside each other, close to the table, hands at their sides or behind them-- but with their junk resting on the table. I address them, stating that, "One good snack across your junk with my yardstick seems appropriate."

I get some very extreme, fearful looks before adding, "You are lucky I have more respect than you did for me last night." I do, however, take out my phone and take a group picture and then individual pictures of them.

I tell them I want them back here next Saturday, ready to work the full day doing whatever I can dream up. They will be here at 8:00am sharp. I ask if there were any questions, to which they say no, so I hand back their phones. I tell them, "Get dressed and get the hell out of here."

There are several apologies as they leave, and even a thank you for not turning them in, again offering many more apologies. I purposely stall Brad before quietly telling him, "Be back in two hours, I will return your phone then." I also firmly tell him "Do not tell the others, and this is just between you and me."