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This story is fiction. It is meant to be read by adults. All the characters in this story are of my own imagination, and not real in any sense of the word. Any similarities to that of living people is pure coincidence.
Story Summary: Stacy gets beat up and raped by a younger woman while alone at the gym late one night. Tim, her live-in boyfriend finds out after the fact that this girl wants Stacy to give him to her. Mitch is the boyfriend / manager of this aggressive wrestler, and he likes having guys or girls afraid to disobey him. He uses his muscles and that fear to coerce them into sexual submission. Check back to the first 2 posted sections of this story for more information on the characters.
Read on – and I hope you enjoy part 3 this story.
Chapter 7
The next morning I was in the bathroom while Stacy was still lying in bed. I heard what I thought was the TV, and just assumed that Stacy had woken up as I had gotten out of bed. I really wasn't paying much attention to what program she was watching, and besides – I had the door to the toilet shut to limit the smell I was sure to be generating this morning.
I called out as I finished wiping my butt, "Honey – what would you like to do today. It looks like it is going to be raining the whole time, perhaps we can take in a movie or something" As I finished saying that I walked back into the bedroom and got a major surprise. There on the bed was Mika. She was sitting astride Stacy with her hands pushing my girlfriends face against her covered pussy.
She looked over at me and said something like "Enjoying the show?"
I was standing naked in my bedroom while Stacy's head was mashed into Mika's bathing suit up against her pussy. As I took 4 or 5 steps toward the bed, someone grabbed my arm and wrenched it behind my back. I bent over from the pain and they pushed down on my neck to make me bend even more. Using my other hand I took a swing at the guys legs. I hit him once, maybe twice when he just jerked my arm even tighter to the middle of my back. "Owwww" I cried out in pain. But he wrenched it again and again forcing me to move the way he wanted like a puppet on a string.
He let go of the hold he had on my bent arm and I turned around to see who it was, and just as I would have guessed, Mitch had a sinister look in his eyes. "What's the matter? Arm a little sore? That is not the only thing that will be sore when I am finished with you." Mitch threatened.
When Mitch found himself naked yesterday – it didn't stop him threatening and bullying me. This time I was the one naked and instead used both of my hands to cover my crotch. Mitch was dressed in a muscle t-shirt, a pair of loose fitting gym shorts and tennis shoes.
Mika said something about my Stacy – and her face plastered against Mika's crotch. While I turned to see what she was doing to her, Mitch came from behind to locked both my arms in his. His arms came from below my underarm and locked together behind my neck. Now, both my arms were useless, and there was nothing to cover me from Mika's inspecting eyes. We half heartedly wrestled around. Mostly it looked like we were in a weird dance routine. I tried to wrench myself free, and he showed me how pathetic my struggles were.
Mitch was making humiliating comments in my ear while I strained to get free. "We've come for you Pansy Boy! We're going to break you! If we don't break you will, then at least we'll have the fun of breaking your arm, back or maybe your neck!"
Mika let Stacy's head drop back into the pillow and she slowly got off my girlfriend. Stacy wasn't moving. Her arms were laying there as if she was passed out. Her eyes were closed. Mika however was sizing me up. She was now standing in front of me, her legs spread about shoulder length apart. Her tattoos readily exposed and something I really just noticed – her nipples were straining to poke through the navy blue swimsuit she was wearing. She stood even with me, while looking me directly in the eye she slammed her fist into my unprotected gut.
"Uummpfff" was the only sound I made – thus exhaling all the air in my lungs.
Mika cupped my balls, and several times ran her fingernail on the underside of my dick. It must have liked her touch. I started to imagine what Derrick had told me of his encounter with her. She stroked him till he shot his wad. Is that what she was going to do with me? My cock started to fill with blood and engorge. "So Cute! You are the precious one – aren't you?" Mika teased me.
Mitch must not have liked her calling me cute – 'cause he gripped tighter on my neck. Between that, and the pressure of his strong muscles trapping my arms I wasn't going anywhere. I tried to move my legs and get some leverage, but between his grip and Mika's teasing touch I was rendered vulnerable in their grasp.
I looked past Mika to see Stacy still not moving on the bed. "What did you do to her?" I said through my gritted teeth.
"Nothing that we weren't going to do to you too!" Mika answered, and held up a handkerchief that must have contained a sleep agent like ether. "Normally I like to put my wrestling matches to sleep with one of my many wrestling moves, and then humiliate them while they are out. But sometimes Mitch uses this stuff on a guy as he gets just a little too rough with me. It won't hurt to go sleep --- but what Mitch does to you when you fall asleep – will hurt a lot!" She forewarned. Then she held the hanky to my lips and nose and pressed it while I fought to get free and tried not to inhale at the same time. Moments later I remember seeing Mika breasts fade to black.
Chapter 8
How long I was out – I couldn't say. I wasn't facing the clock when I woke up. I awoke as I was choking on some liquid. It took a moment to realize just where I was. Yes, I was still in the bedroom, but instead of being on the bed or chair – I was still naked kneeling directly in front of the chair. Mitch was sitting in our bedroom chair; his legs spread wide open and his lumbering dripping cock – just inches from my face. Every muscle in my arms hurt. My shoulder felt like it had been separated from my body – or maybe that was my arm that had been separated from my shoulder. My legs were weak – and very sore too. Oh, all of this was only surpassed by the throbbing coming from my nut sack. I glanced down and saw some sort of contraption on my cock and balls. A leather strip circled my dick and a silver ring was cupping my balls – extending them from my crotch. It looked bizarre and unnatural the way my dick was strapped up.
I wanted to talk, I choked some more on some very salty substance. It was then that I realized Mitch had shot his load into my open mouth while I was unconscious. His dick was still dripping his thick seed. He laughed as he watched my eyes and knew how my mind was starting to figure a few things out.
Mitch held up a hand mirror from Stacy's bathroom sink. I glanced into it – to see myself covered in Mitch's jizz. "I always love the look that guys have when they realize what they were doing while they are out of it. I fucked your real pretty mouth. I shot my cum all over your face, and all the way down your throat. That is what usually brings 'em around."
Gradually, I reached for my cock and balls – looking down to see what it was that hurt so damn bad. The strap which was 3 inches wide encircled my shaft, with only the mushroom shaped head poking out. Below the bottom of it there was something metal dangling from it. And the top part of the strap had a metal loop, like maybe where you could attach a leash or chain.
"Here!" Mitch said as he handed me the mirror. "Check it out for yourself. I have an old chum of mine who is really into dominating male slaves. He makes 'em for me."
