13: Seeing
“So that wasn’t a dog I saw you walking in the garden?”
I had this theory…
“And that tall redhead you went out with the other day?”
When you die, your life flashes before your eyes, like they say…
“And that time he was taking the bins out and he was all twitchy and stuttering?”
But only the really embarrassing parts.
“You know, I thought I could hear a buzzing sound.”
Because at that moment, it sure as hell felt like I was dying.
Sophie was laughing her head off. “Wanna see some photos?”
(Please, God, make it stop.)
“He’s not a bad looking girl, to be fair,” said Rob. He pulled out his phone, “since we’re sharing, I thought you’d want to see how I found him the other night…”
Sophie explained that she had been a little upset about my self-bondage adventure; but only because she didn’t get to enjoy the show. “I’d rather you did it with me - for me. So I can unwrap you like a sexy Christmas present.”
But mostly it had made her scared. Scared that I could have really hurt myself. Scared of what might have happened if Rob hadn’t been around. “I can’t thank enough for rescuing my horny, dumbass boyfriend.”
None of this fazed Rob. We’d already smashed through so many social barriers, that there was an easy comfort with him. We ended up spending a lot more time with him. Hanging out, watching movies, playing games.
Indecent
“Truth.”
“Bor-ring!” said Sophie, “I dare you…”
“You can’t just–”
“Shush. I DARE you…” that mischievous smile stretched across her face, “… to kiss Rob.”
We were sitting in a circle around the coffee table. Sophie was on the settee, Rob and I were on the floor; Rob on her left, me on her right.
I looked at Sophie, unamused. “Really? What are we, a bunch of teenagers?”
She just shrugged innocently, and gestured her head towards Rob, “go on.”
I looked at Rob, who was clearly amused by the request. That made me feel a little less weird about it. I started to feel the same indifferent amusement. “Alright,” I said, my expression saying ’let’s just get this over with’. We leaned our faces towards each other, across the coffee table, our bodies keeping their distance. And we gave each other a light peck on the lips.
“Come oooon!” Sophie was loudly disappointed. “Do it properly - 30 seconds, tongue. Go.”
I don’t know why I thought she’d settle for anything less. Sigh. Well, if she wants a show…
I shuffled closer to Rob. I put my hand on his cheek, and leaned in. He tasted of beer. I felt the scratch of his stubble against my lips, but he kissed me with the same passion and commitment that I was affecting. He held my neck, and the feeling was electric. With my eyes closed, I could almost forget that this was a guy whose tongue was sliding across my own, visiting my mouth; sharing saliva, sharing our breath. I could feel myself starting to swell and didn’t want to think about–
“Time…” Sophie’s voice nervously interrupted.
Our tongues rested, and our mouths drifted apart; a thread of saliva holding the connection. My hand dropped from his cheek, and he released me in turn. I kept my eyes down as I shuffled away. I couldn’t bear to look at him and whatever his reaction might have been. I felt like I was vibrating, like my body had been flooded with adrenaline. I’d taken it too far, got caught up in the moment. I could only hope that neither of them noticed my steadily shrinking bulge.
I finally found the confidence to glance up at Sophie. She had both hands over her mouth, just barely revealing a grin of utter delight. She looked like a game show contestant who’d just won the grand prize. Like she’d committed the perfect crime and couldn’t believe she’d actually gotten away with it.
“Wow…” she said giddily, “that was so hot!”
I could feel myself blushing. I tried to hold back the smile that wanted to embarrass me. I snuck a peak at Rob, and he had his usual cool demeanor, as if nothing had happened. He caught my eye, and gave me a wink, “not bad, mate.”
“Okay, boys,” interrupted Sophie, “if you’re quite done flirting…”
I took a deep breath to re-compose myself. “Truth or dare, Rob?”
“I’m a bit scared to say ‘dare’,” he said, “you two are into some proper kinky shit. But I’m thinking Soph won’t let me do ’truth’.” Sophie nodded. “What the hell, dare.”
If only I could come up with something juicy. Sadly I don’t have Sophie’s sadistic imagination.
“I dare you to delete that photo of me.”
“Boo…!” said Sophie, “you suck at this game.” She turned to Rob and, shielding her mouth from me, loudly whispered “send it to me first.”
Rob laughed and pulled out his phone. “There,” he showed me the screen, with the photo on display. God, seeing myself in that state made me feel disgusted with myself all over again. I reflexively rubbed my wrists. The redness had long since faded, but the skin was still dotted with little scars where the skin had broken.
Rob tapped the screen, ‘confirm delete’. And it was gone. “Happy?” he said. I nodded.
“Alright, Soph,” he said, “truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Oh, come on!” I protested. She stuck her tongue out at me.
“Okay…” said Rob, “have you ever… had a threesome?”
She made a dramatic gasp. “Robert, you cad! That’s no way to talk to a lady.”
“So that’ll be a no, then?” he said.
Sophie looked away from him, her face betraying a strangely meek expression, like she was embarrassed to admit that she hadn’t.
“Do you want to have one?” he said with a wink and a cheeky grin.
The question shot through me. I couldn’t believe he’d just come out and said that. Even if it was just a joke. Sophie looked equally surprised. There was an awkward silence; all of us glancing at each other, then nervously looking away. Rob started to snicker. It caught me too, until it bubbled into all three of us giggling like a bunch of idiots. But as the laugher died down, that awkwardness crept back in.
Sophie looked at me, stared at me with a curious expression, as if she was waiting for me to say something. I tilted my head, raised an eyebrow, not sure what she was after. She sighed. Her face looked resigned, like she’d just made her mind up about something.
She stood. Without saying a word, she headed towards the stairs. As she walked, she unzipped her dress, and let it drop to the ground, walking on in just her pale blue underwear. Rob and I were bewitched. She stopped at the door, and looked back over her shoulder, “are you two coming?”
She left without waiting for our answer.
Rob and I looked at each other, baffled. “You reckon she’s being serious?” he said. I honestly didn’t know. We sat in silence, sipping our drinks, awkwardly fidgeting. I was playing it out in my mind; could I really go through with something like that? What would we even do? Would I really feel okay sharing Sophie? Seeing her–
Rob downed what was left of his drink and, like a challenge, he slowly stood. He stayed there, staring at me, waiting for me to respond. He’d made his decision, and my only choice was whether I was going to let him go alone.
I gulped down my drink, as if it could give me more courage, then slammed my glass onto the table with a sigh. I gave Rob a nod. And I stood.
Wild
We came into the room as Sophie was buckling the ankle strap of her black high heels. While Rob and I were hesitating downstairs, Sophie had changed into her leather corset.
“Wow,” said Rob, “you really look the part.”
“Quiet,” she said. “Get undressed.”
I never really had the patience for the gym. I was slender, but didn’t have much in the way of muscles. But Rob… he pulled off his shirt, and he had actual muscle tone. I couldn’t help wondering if Sophie was into that sort of thing. I tensed my abs, as if I could will a six-pack into existence.
We tossed our clothes away, and stood naked like prisoners waiting to be processed. I didn’t look at Rob, but I felt strangely compelled to cover my crotch. Maybe it was the way Sophie was looking at us; sizing us up. Comparing us?
She tossed a pair of handcuffs to Rob, “cuff Mark to that chair, hands behind his back.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said. I shuddered when he put his cool hand on my chest, and lightly pushed me, leading me to the chair. He pulled my arms behind my back. I could no longer shield myself. He looped the cuffs around a horizontal slat in the backrest and closed the cuffs around my wrists, a little too tight. He stood, casually resting his hand on my shoulder, “what now?”
“Are you both happy to continue?” she asked.
Rob didn’t even hesitate, “yep”.
Something inside me was screaming to put a stop to this. I had a clearer idea of where this was going, and I wasn’t sure I could stomach it. But I didn’t want to be the killjoy. We’d already come this far. I was already naked and cuffed, over the first hurdle. And she was looking so stunning. Would it really be so bad? This could be one of those stories you tell when you’re a little too drunk, about ’this one time, Sophie and I…’
“Okay.”
Sophie smiled, “good.” She tossed a ball gag at Rob, “gag him.”
He leaned in to buckle the strap behind my head, I was bathed in the sweet scent of his after-shave. His cock hung dangerously close to my face, and I could no longer look away from it. How had I ended up here? Did this really all start with a game of Scrabble all those months ago?
“Now,” commanded Sophie, “on your knees, Rob”. She placed her hands on her thighs, and slowly pulled her legs apart to reveal her naked cunt. She beckoned to Rob, come hither, and he eagerly crawled to her. All I could do was watch.
When he was close enough, she caught him with her finger under his chin. She lifted his head to meet her eyes, and smiled down on him. “Show Mark how it’s done.” Then took his head in both hands, and pulled his face between her thighs.
My heart sank. I wished it was my face down there. She reclined resting her weight on one arm, her other hand holding Rob’s head in place. “Mmm… you’re so good at this.” She never took her eyes off me. There was something in her gaze. “Ooh, yeah. Just there.” I could feel myself growing and it felt so wrong. Not for this. She bit her lip, a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth. “Good boy.”
Rob moved his hands on top of her thighs. He tried to rise, pushing against Sophie’s hand. He tried to lean in, moving his mouth close to hers, trying to climb on top of her. “Nuh-uh,” she said, her hand pushing back against his forehead. She slid out from under him, letting him drop onto the bed. “Stay put.”
Cruel
“No offence…” She pulled a condom out of the bed-side draw.
Rob shrugged, “all good.” He was lying on his back, his feet pointed towards me. Sophie climbed over the top of him, on her hands and knees, facing me. She placed the condom in her mouth, and lifted Rob’s cock upright. She looked at me and winked, then plunged her mouth onto him. Moving her head up and down, slowly pushing, unrolling the condom down the length of his cock.
“Mmm, so big,” she said, letting him drop from her mouth. “Can’t wait to have it inside me.”
The words were like a knife in my heart. A part of me knew, believed that she was just saying it to torment me, to make me jealous. I hated that it was working.
She crawled forward, positioning herself over his hips. She sat up, rose up onto her knees, holding his cock. My jaw was tensed, my teeth grinding against the rubber ball in my mouth. I couldn’t, I WOULDN’T believe she was actually going to–
“ahh…”
When she slid down onto his cock, it felt seismic; like my whole reality cracked in that instant. She moved her hips, rising then pounding back down on him, and an inferno raged inside my chest. I didn’t know true jealousy until I saw the person I loved most in the world fucking someone else. I couldn’t look.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
No, of course. Her gaze stayed fixed on me. She wasn’t going to let me look away from what was happening, what she was doing, what they were doing. I pulled at my cuffs, reopening old wounds. I wanted to rush over there, to throw Rob out. To keep her all to myself.
“You’re getting really worked up, huh?” She smiled, and licked her lips as she glanced at the rage between my legs. She leaned back, resting her hands on Rob’s stomach. “Ooh, Rob… you’ve got really great abs. So firm…” I wanted to murder him.
Rob had been mostly still up to that point; enjoying the ride, I guess. But his arms started to move, creeping. Then like a snake, he snatched Sophie’s wrists. “Got you”. He rolled, flipping Sophie onto her stomach. He was on top of her, holding onto her wrists as he fucked her. “Not so tough now, eh?” he joked.
“No,” Sophie commanded, “bad boy!” She twisted about, trying to raise herself, trying to push him off of her. “Let…” trying to pull her arms free, “…go.”
A deep, guttural roar, “ET OFF ER!” stunned the room into silence. Rob and Sophie both froze. My chest was vibrating from its resonance; I didn’t expect my words to come out with such fury.
“Alright,” Rob let go of Sophie, raising his hands above his head, “didn’t mean to upset anyone.”
Sophie sat up, and shoved him away, “arsehole.” Her eyes were full of fire. “On the floor. On your knees.” He swiftly did as he was told, his head hanging. He knew he’d fucked up. Sophie took a pair of handcuffs from the toy box, and wrenched his arms behind his back. He tried to say he was sorry, but before he could get all the words out, she shoved a ring gag into his mouth, and buckled it without an ounce of kindness. “Stay.”
She walked over to me, and as she unlocked one of my wrists, she whispered, “I didn’t need you to rescue me.”
She stood me up, re-cuffing my hands behind my back, and pushed me towards the bed to kneel beside Rob.
Double
“What am I going to do with the two of you?”
She sat on the bed, looking down on us. On our knees, cuffed, gagged, naked. At her mercy. Any upset she’d had for us had melted away, and her face was displaying something much scarier. That grin…
She helped Rob onto his feet, turned him around and shoved him down onto the bed. He laid awkwardly on top of his bound arms, his legs hanging off the end of the bed, bent at the knees. She kneeled on the bed, just above his head, and peered down at him. “Not so tough now, huh?” she said, with a malicious smile.
Rob’s eyes widened. He really had no idea what he’d gotten himself into. That he’d tried to fuck with the wrong person. Sophie laid an almost sweet kiss on his forehead, then climbed on top of his face. “Let’s just stick with what you’re good at,” she said, relaxing down onto his gag-opened mouth. Rob didn’t try to fight it. She let out a long moan as his tongue started to caress her. “Good boy.”
“Now you,” she said, turning her focus to me. “Up.” I stood carefully, trying very hard to keep my balance with my arms behind my back. She lured me onto the bed, and had me kneel on top of Rob, facing her. I felt his cock brush against my arse, and I raised myself to avoid it.
She stroked my cheek, “are you going to behave?” I nodded. “Good boy.” She removed the ball gag and pulled my mouth into hers. She gripped my neck like Rob had done, kissing me with a competitive passion; occasionally stalling when Rob’s tongue distracted her.
She leaned backwards, pulling me with her, making me rise further. I felt her reach a hand between my legs, grabbing Rob’s cock, stroking it. An image entered my mind. Oh God, was she going to… I pulled away from her. I looked at her with fear in my eyes. I shook my head, my mouth pulling to form an ‘R’.
She laughed. “You really think I’d let anyone else fuck you like that before I do?”
‘Relieved’ isn’t the word, but it’s the one that came to mind. She held my face, and pushed me backwards until I dropped back off the bed. She was still holding, still stroking Rob’s cock; and she pulled my mouth down onto it.
I could feel his warmth, through the latex of the condom. He was smaller than the exaggerated dimension of the strap-on, firmer. I could taste traces of Sophie on him. She held my head with both hands, moving me up and down, “that’s it, just like that.” I could feel him twitching, tensing, responding to my mouth. This felt so wrong. So why was it so arousing?
“You’re so good at this, baby.”
She could be so cruel.
She climbed off of Rob’s face, and he gasped for air. She sat him up, and re-cuffed his hands in front of him. She pulled my mouth back off his cock, and peeled away the condom. Then she fetched the chair and placed it beside us, ready for a show.
“The cuffs don’t come off until you cum,” she said. I heard a vibrator flick on. “Oh, and Rob? Finish on Mark’s face.”
What?!
He gave me a look and a shrug, as if to say ‘sorry, mate’. He stood, forcing me to shuffle backwards, and pushed his bare dick back into my mouth. Without the condom he tasted of sweat and spermicide. His skin slid as my lips moved back and forth along it, pushing and pulling his foreskin. His heavy breathing dripped saliva from his still-gagged mouth, raining it down on me. He held my head in his cuffed hands, and prodded at my throat, making me convulse.
In the background, Sophie was purring along with the vibrator. I glanced at her, and she was rapt; deeply engaged in what she was seeing, muttering little encouragement like “that’s good, faster”. I glanced up at Rob. His eyes were closed. I didn’t blame him. If only I could pretend.
His movements slowed. I could feel him tensing. He released me, pulled out of me. He grabbed his cock with both hands, and stroked it furiously. This was it, the final humiliation of the evening. No use fighting it. I tilted my head back and opened my mouth, like I’d seen so many porn stars do.
His growls of pleasure peaked, and turned to breathless panting. I felt the surprising warmth of his cum as it hit my face. I closed my eyes tight to protect them, and flinched at every strike and splash. The taste of it as it dripped down my face and into my mouth. Then dripping from my chin onto my chest, my cock. I was drenched in it.
I’d never felt so… embarrassed? Degraded. Not just that my face was covered in another man’s cum, not just that I’d brought him to its release. But that she was seeing me…
“Look at me, baby.”
… like this. It took all the courage I had to turn my head. She was gripping the chair tight, her legs raised, the vibrator still pressed against her. And when my shame-filled eyes met hers, she let out a climactic scream.
Fatal
Rob removed the ring gag from his mouth. “Alright, Soph,” he said, holding out his hands, “can we have these cuffs off, then?”
“Not until you cum,” she repeated. “Meaning BOTH of you.” Then glancing towards me, “don’t you think he earned it?”
Somehow, that didn’t feel like a reward for a job well done. With my hands behind my back, I couldn’t do much for myself, but I couldn’t imagine Rob returning the favour in kind. “Alright, mate,” he muttered, “let’s just get this over with.”
How romantic.
He tried to take me from the side, but having to move his arms together made it too awkward. He moved behind me and pulled his arms down over me. His bare skin, his body heat pressed into mine. His softening cock, brushed against my hands, and when he felt it, he pulled his hips back. His chin rested on my shoulder. Almost cheek-to-cheek.
This oddly intimate embrace, contrasted with the mechanical indifference, the impatience of his stroke, “come on, mate.” Both his hands cupped around my cock, the warmth of his heavy breathing on my cheek. I wanted to ask him to be gentler, but that would have felt too weird. Truthfully, I wanted it to be over as much as he did. I closed my eyes, trying to find pleasure amongst the thrashing.
When I opened them again, Sophie was sitting on the bed in front of me.
“Come on, baby,” she said, wiping cold, gelatinous cum from around my eye, “cum for me”. She stroked my hair, “you want to be released, don’t you? Or do you like having Rob’s arms around you too much? Do you like having his cum–”
My body spasmed. Rob’s hands released me as soon as my cum hit his fingers. It sprayed wildly, adding to the soiled canvas of my body. I was exhausted, went limp. If Rob hadn’t been embracing me, I would have dropped to the floor.
I was done. I’d had enough.