Detour Rescue

Before the first person in line could assault me with the vibrator, my mistress appeared. She was boiling mad. "Do you know what you have done to my business, " she shouted. "I will be a laughingstock. An 'escort' who cannot even make himself cum. Whoever heard of such a thing?" Roughly, she pulled my arms behind my back. Hand cuffs locked my wrists behind me. Turning to the line of people behind the one then with the vibrator, she snapped, "He is all yours fellows. Good luck." She then stalked off, leaving me to my fate.

The first one in line shoved the humming vibrator between my legs. "Cum for me, asshole," he exclaimed. This time, I had no trouble getting hard. But suddenly, as I felt myself about to explode, he pulled the vibrator away. "I am not going to let you cum. You don't deserve it." As I was shaking and breathing heavily, he turned around and handed the vibrator to the next in line. "I don't think we should let him cum," he offered. "Bring him to the edge and deny him completion."

"That is a good idea," the second person said as he plunged the vibrator between my legs. "Hey everybody," he turned and shouted. "Let's just bring him to the edge but never let him cum." Everyone there seemed to agree that that was a good plan.

"OHHH!!! AHHHH! OH, God!!! Please--don't--do--this. Let-me-cum."

The one with the vibrator pulled it away. Turning around, he handed it to the next person in line. Shaking and breathing heavily and with a throbbing erection, I was not going to be allowed to cum. They were just going to take turns with the vibrator, bringing me to the edge and then pulling away. I could look forward to this for the entire evening.

Federal authorities had worked for a few days to put everything together for this raid. That was not much time. But this was the rare occasion where all three of us would be in the same place at the same time. And, although they knew where Brooke was, they had no clue about me or Kathy.

They had learned that the compound was ringed with sensors to alert those inside to any arrivals. But the blind spot was from the air. So federal agents and SWAT teams would swoop in by helicopter. The area was heavily forested. But there was enough open ground surrounding the building to allow for entry in that manner.

It was decided to purposely wait until late in the evening to strike. By then, many in attendance would probably be quite drunk. As the sun went down, I had been confined in the back of the bar for hours. Word had now gotten around. Everyone who applied the vibrator to me would bring me to the edge, but deny me completion. Some came back for a second, third or fourth time. The line of those waiting their turn never ended. I begged to be allowed to cum but was ignored.

Suddenly, there was a loud rumbling noise from outside Someone poked his head through the door and shouted, "Helicopters!" But really before any defense could be prepared, an army of agents was storming through the door.

"FBI. Search warrants. Everybody on the ground. NOW!" The person then holding the vibrator to me dropped it to the floor and backed away. The first order of business was to find the three kidnap victims. Kathy and I were the only two naked people in the place. Brooke, although not completely nude, was easy to spot.

The first agent to reach me recognized me from the photographs. My wrists were locked behind my back. He had to notice that my breathing was labored and I had a throbbing erection. He said nothing about that. "Sir, we know who you are. You can come with us. You are safe now." Other agents reached Kathy and Brooke. As I was led away to freedom, I could muster only baby steps because of the pounding my crotch had been taking. Glancing at my now former mistress, I saw a look that I can hardly describe. Let's just say that if looks could kill, I would have been a dead man.

As the three of us were escorted out the door, countless vehicles were pulling up. The initial breach had been by helicopter. But now the cavalry was here.

Each of us was loaded into a vehicle with law enforcement personnel. We were to be taken to a hotel for a period of recuperation and debriefing. Our luggage had been stashed at the hotel, but we needed some clothes immediately. We were taken to a Wal-Mart, which was still open. I certainly could not go into a store, naked with my wrists cuffed behind my back, and look for clothes. One of the agents asked for my sizes and he went in and got me something to wear for the time being. Other agents did the same for Kathy and Brooke. Finding a relatively private area behind the store, agents managed to dislodge the handcuffs on me. I was then allowed to get dressed. It actually felt strange to be wearing clothes again. But I was confident that I could adjust. Nearby, Kathy and Brooke also were getting dressed. When I was dressed, we headed for the hotel. No more mattress on the floor for me. From now on, it would be a warm bed in a comfortable room.

The next morning, I headed downstairs to the hotel lobby to check out their breakfast. Kathy was already there. Sheepishly, I approached her. "Kathy, can I talk to you for a minute," I asked?

"Sure," she responded pleasantly.

"Listen," I began. "About yesterday---."

"It is okay," she assured me. "I understood what was going on, at least after Jack told everyone that sex acts we had performed were part of the so-called initiation."

"Well still," I said. "I would like to explain. You see I was ordered to take you as soon as you arrived there. And I could not say one word to you or we would both be punished. I hoped that you remembered that the last thing I told you when we parted after the auction was that I would always love you."

Kathy blushed, which I had never seen her do before. "I figured yesterday was something like that. And yes, I did remember what you said as we parted. And I want you to know that it was a comfort to me through some very difficult times during the past week."

The tender moment was interrupted by Brooke's arrival. Smiling, she exclaimed, "I cannot believe that we are together again. I really did not think that this would ever happen."

The hotel breakfast left a little to be desired. But we had a pleasant reunion. Rising to head back to my room, I put my arm around Brooke and jokingly said to her, "Oh, by the way, I really like your new hair color."

Smirking, she answered, "Well, don't get to used to it. Because when I get home, the first thing I am going to do is change it back."