Author's Note:
Following is a story for a reader that has given me the honor of trying to capture his non-consent/reluctance fantasy in words. Along with the theme of the story there is male/male play as well as female/female play. If you would like to offer suggestions and comments fill free. Thanks for the chance to write for you D. ~ Red.
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Calvin sat on the red, steel folding chair. His hands were tied together, stretched behind his back and knotted with nylon rope that had been secured to the chair's back. His ankles were tied to the back legs, forcing his naked body to stretch and his back to arch slightly. His cock was hard and thick. Pre cum dripped from the tip and he cursed inwardly for the aroused state he was in. He heard the moan of his girlfriend Lisa and his sex jerked from the sound of her pleasure. She hadn't been moaning in the beginning. She'd been silent and resigned to the fact this was going to happen. Now he wasn't sure what she was feeling. He'd been fighting the urge to enjoy what was happening. Even now as he heard her come, for their captors, he was wishing they'd stayed home and watched a movie.
Hours before. . .
The sound of the club was full of the local band's tunes and Calvin was bumping and grinding to the music with his girlfriend, Lisa. Her brown hair stuck to her face as sweat slipped over her bronzed skin and down between her breasts where it disappeared. Calvin followed the bead of heat with his tongue and nipped at the curve of her perfectly formed tits before sliding himself back up her torso and kissing her.
Suddenly a woman bumped into him and he fell against Lisa, caught himself and her before they tumbled to the ground. He turned around and said, "Hey "
"Sorry," the woman muttered. She nodded her head to the left and Calvin followed its path, noticed a man drinking at the bar and then heard the woman, "I was coming over to ask you and your friend to join us for a drink, but lost my footing. Sorry for the 'not so graceful' interruption."
Lisa laughed, "No problem. Do we know you?"
"No," the woman replied. Her hand came up and she pointed to the gentleman. "That's Samuel, or Sam and I'm Heather. We just wanted to buy you folks a drink."
Calvin wrapped his arm around Lisa and pulled her close. "Sure, but why?" he asked.
"I'll let him explain. He's better at it than I am," Heather answered. She led them to the bar where introductions were made.
Sam ordered a round of drinks for the four of them and then led them to a table in the corner. Once the drinks were delivered he explained why he had Heather approach them.
"I noticed you two dancing and not really caring how provocative you were." He winked at the blush that showed up on Lisa's cheeks. "Nothing wrong with it. You're very beautiful, both of you are." His gaze shifted to Calvin and he paused before continuing, "We were wondering if you were into exchanging playmates."
Calvin would have spit his drink all over himself, if he hadn't just swallowed his first gulp. His jaw dropped and before he was able to close it, he felt small fingers press against his chin, forcing his mouth shut. He glanced over to the owner of those fingers and blinked a couple of times in disbelief. "Did I hear him right?" he asked Heather.
Heather giggled. "Yes." Her soft hazel eyes took in Lisa's further blushed state and she smiled softly. "You don't have too, honey. We were curious is all."
"Oh... I'm not offended. Just surprised. Shocked...and," Lisa paused and glanced quickly over to Calvin, "flattered." She squeezed Calvin's hand and shifted nervously.
Samuel leaned back and placed his arm on the back of Heather's chair. "Well... we're only in town for the night, so we don't have time to get to know folks, so we thought we'd play the field and see who bit."
Calvin stood up and extended his hand. "Thanks, man. I'll admit I'm flattered too." His words directed to the woman on Samuel's right. "But we're gonna pass."
A sigh of relief escaped Lisa's lips and she rose. "Yea, I think that's for the best." She took Calvin's hand and they both turned away. Before they were to far Heather was there with their drinks.
"You forgot these. There paid for, so heck enjoy them."
Calvin and Lisa took the drinks and lifted them in a silent toast of thanks, before slipping back into the crowd and looking for a table of their own.
Heather turned back to her lover and returned to her seat beside him. She leaned in and whispered, "Dropped and delivered lover." The couple watched as Calvin and Lisa.
Calvin finished his drink rather quickly and then pulled Lisa back with him to the center of the room where she quickly downed the remains of her freebie and began wiggling to the beat that surrounded them. Calvin's hand slipped to the small of her back and down her ass. He cupped the soft curve through the fabric of her white mini. The hem came up and he grinned when he felt the sweet flesh of her tanned cheek with the tips of his fingers.
They danced through another set of songs when his hands started kneading her ass cheeks again.
"Oh baby, that feels nice," she moaned into his ear as she rocked against his thigh. She pumped up and down on it as if it were a huge cock she needed to fuck and not a dancing partner in the middle of a crowded club. Her pussy throbbed and she pushed her hands into her hair and arched her back.
Calvin's hazel eyes took in her sweaty skin and her arched position. He feasted on her succulent breasts and his cock hurt with the need to be buried between them. The look on her face, told him she was getting off on his thigh and he grabbed her hips and started to drag her up and down on his tight jeans. He heard the music banging in his ears and he kept the same motion that the band strummed and fucked her cunt. "Yea, baby..." he growled. He felt her explode on his thigh and he felt his cock leap in anticipation for her sweet pussy.
There was a tap on his shoulder and he turned around to see Heather and Samuel.
"That was hot," Heather said. She ran her palm over the damp stain on Calvin's jeans. She brought her hand up and licked at the traces of come that had settled against the fabric and now rested on her palm. Her stare moved from Calvin's hard cock to Lisa's heavy breathing.
"Come with us," Samuel insisted.
Calvin groaned. "No man. I'm heading home to fuck her senseless." He took Lisa's hand and pulled her to the doors. "Fuck baby... I don't know why but I doubt I'll even make it to the god-damn car before I'm taking your pussy. I've never been so horny."
"I know," Lisa whimpered.
They were a few feet away from his car when Calvin felt another tap on his shoulder. "Huh?" he asked and before he was able to say anything else, he felt the hard slam of a fist hitting his face. A scream filled his ears. He staggered back in shock and felt a second punch, this one in the gut and a third was delivered to his jaw before he finally fell to the concrete. His vision spun as he watched Heather holding Lisa by the hair with a small blade at her throat. "What the..." The blow to his ribs stole his breath and he rolled to his back.
"Get up," Samuel growled out. He watched as Calvin stood on shaky legs. "My car." He shoved Calvin toward a black Lincoln and glanced back to see Heather following with a sobbing Lisa.
Calvin got in the back with Lisa and watched Heather slide into the front seat and take Samuel's gun. She aimed it at them and sighed, "You know if you'd have just said yes, we could have avoided all this."
Calvin stared at the woman and held Lisa close. "You two are sick fucks," he hissed.
Samuel laughed. "By the end of the night you'll be sick fucks too."
Lisa cried and buried her head into Calvin's chest. Calvin tried to comfort her, but he was having a hard time not feeling a rise of fear forming in his heart.
"Look," Heather said. "It's a long ride back to our hotel, so let's get this party started early. You both calm yourselves and you'll be back to feeling all warm and fuzzy just like you were on the dance floor a little while ago." She tilted her head to the left and smirked. "I'm the one that got you that horny anyway."
"Huh?" Calvin asked.
"Your drinks. I put a Roll in each one and that was why you were all over each other, well... all over each other more than you were earlier," Heather stated.
"A roll?" Lisa whispered.
"A pill... a drug... one that makes you feel like your in Heaven," she said.
"They call it the date rape drug," Samuel said. His eyes locked with Lisa's in the rearview mirror and he grinned at the fear in her eyes.
