The Bet (5 page)

“Now
you’ve asked for it, Fuck Toy.” He dropped his paddle and moved around to the
front of the spanking horse by my head. The metallic sound of his zipper was my
only warning before his massive cock was shoved down my throat.

He
ripped off my blindfold and took my head in both hands, driving his salty meat
into me faster and harder than the machine in my cunt. “Look at me while I fuck
your mouth, Fuck Toy.”

I
struggled to keep my eyes on him through my tears. The deeper he shoved his
cock into my throat, the more tears sprang to my eyes.

Jones
never stopped flogging me. He kept going, almost gleefully, striking me with
his falls all over every inch of my inflamed body.

When
Bradford shoved deep into my throat, deeper than anything before, and thrust in
and out at a frantic pace without letting me up for air, I started to panic. It
went on for so long that my lungs were burning and I struggled against all of
my bonds, but it was useless. Jones stopped flogging me long enough to adjust
the speed on the fucking machine and the intensity of my electrodes, and still
Bradford didn’t release me to breathe. When Jones started flogging me again, it
was from underneath me, and the very tips of his flogger were striking my clit,
and I screamed in exquisite agony onto Bradford’s cock.

“Yes,
Fuck Toy,” he ground out, still pistoning in and out of me, never relenting.
“Scream like that again and I’ll let you breathe.”

I
didn’t think I had enough oxygen left in me to scream again. But then Jones removed
the clamps from my tits, and it took the choice from my hands. I let out the
loudest scream I think I’d ever uttered from the shock of blood rushing back to
my nipples, and finally Bradford pulled his cock out of my mouth. I gasped for
air as he squirted his cum all over my face.

By
the time he stopped shooting his load on me, Jones had stopped all of the
various things working on my body. The fucking machine had stopped with the dildo
as deep as it could go inside my cunt. The jumping electrodes lay still. No
more flogging or spanking.

Bradford
moved away and zipped his jeans again.

Jones
came closer and wiped my face clean of Bradford’s cum with a towel. “I want all
your attention on me when I fuck your throat, sugar.”

Good
God, I wasn’t done yet? But of course I wasn’t. Maybe after I’d gotten him off,
they’d let me finally come. I hoped so.

After
he unzipped his jeans, he pulled out the longest cock I’d ever seen. Thank
goodness he wasn’t as thick as Bradford, or even as thick as Dustin. Still, if
he got that thing down my throat, he might reach halfway to my stomach.

He
winked at me. “I get that reaction all the time. Open up and take it.”

For
as easygoing as he acted, Jones could sure as hell take charge. The second my
lips parted, he shoved his head inside and didn’t stop pushing back till I was
choking on him.

“Swallow.
Don’t you fucking dare gag on me.” He pulled on my hair and angled my head
back, opening my throat wider, and kept pushing until his balls were pressed
tight against my chin, and still kept pushing. “Lick my sac. Suck it inside
your mouth.”

Somehow,
I did what he ordered me to do, and then he started to move within me, in and
out, in and out, never giving me more than a second or so at a time to gasp for
air.

“Suck
it,” he ordered. “Suck like you’ll get air from my cock.”

I
tried, but didn’t succeed.

Jones
pinched my nose closed and kept my face buried against his body. “Figure it
out.”

I
fought with it and tried sucking again, and finally managed to a little.

He
groaned and sank deeper inside my throat somehow. “That’s it, sugar.” After I’d
managed a decent suctioning action a few times, he pulled out enough for me to
gasp for air and then went back in. After several repetitions, his sac
tightened and drew up, and then his cum exploded down my throat.

Once
I’d cleaned up every drop of his cum, he picked my blindfold up off the ground
and put it back over my eyes. Fuck me, I’d been so caught up in watching these
two men face-fuck me that I hadn’t had a chance to really look around.

The
fucking machine whirred to life inside me again, and then the electrodes
started jumping. Jones pushed down on the plug in my butt, bumping it against
my inner walls and putting pressure on the dildo sliding frantically in and out
of my cunt. I moaned and the dual pleasure-pain it gave me.

“Hmmm,
can’t have you making noises right now, sugar.” Another gag was pressed between
my teeth, forcing my jaw wide. He buckled it into place behind my head. Then,
as a final touch, he attached some sort of suction cup thingies to my breasts.

“Now,
you just stay put for a while.”

Like
I could move.

“Bradford’s
already inside, getting everything ready for you. Don’t come. We’ll know if you
do. We’ve got you on the big screen in there.”

He
smacked his bare palm hard on my ass, and then he was gone.

Don’t
come. Easier said than done, when you’re as sexed up as I was. I tried to just
lay there and pretend I was at home—in bed, in the shower, fucking Dustin—anything.
It didn’t work. I couldn’t stop the crazy sensations flooding through my body.

But
the longer I stayed there like that, the colder I got. It hadn’t been too bad
while both men were out there, spanking me and flogging me and fucking my
mouth. But all of that had gotten me so freaking hot and sweaty, and now the
sweat was just cooling off in the near-freezing beach air, and I was shivering
with both cold and a desperate need to come.

Finally,
I heard a door slam somewhere behind me, and then a minute later they were
back. They turned the fucking machine off and pulled it out of me, and I
instantly felt the loss. The electrodes turned off next. Rough hands undid all
of my bindings, and I was dragged to my feet, the butt plug still deep in my
ass.

“This
way, Fuck Toy.” Bradford’s hand took mine and I had to scramble to keep up with
his brisk pace, particularly considering my muscles weren’t used to moving, and
I had a foreign object sticking up my ass, and I was in some insane four-inch
stilettos, and I had huge suction cups sucking the life out of my tits, and I
was wearing a damn blindfold. He didn’t seem to care about any of that, though,
just kept dragging me, shivering, along in his wake.

Jones’s
flogger hit my ass if I fell too far behind Bradford, so I fought through the
rather awkward journey.

We
stopped before we got inside. I’d been hoping for somewhere warm. Guess that
wasn’t going to happen just yet.

Bradford
took my arms and stretched them high above my head, so high I was on my tiptoes
to reach. While he fastened them in place with some sort of leather cuffs,
Jones released the suction cups from my breasts. I’d only thought my tits were
heavy, swollen, and sensitive before. The tiniest touch to my nipples now was
like they were being squeezed in a vise.

Bradford
took the blindfold off of my eyes but left the gag in place. I was chained to a
basketball hoop, with no building in sight to provide warmth, still standing on
sand. A series of cameras were all around me, and bright spotlights shone in my
face.

Jones
started flogging me again, focusing all of his efforts on my tits. I screamed
into my gag with each blow, and Bradford disappeared from my sight, lost amidst
all of the blinding lights. In just a minute, my body was on fire again, burning,
sweating, desperate for more pain, for the pleasure of a damn orgasm that never
seemed to come. My screams turned to raw, ragged moans.

“Fuck
Toy, you’re such a dirty girl.”

My
eyes shot over to Bradford. He’d come back within the circle of cameras, and he
had a water hose with a spray nozzle attached to it. What the hell? I struggled
to move out of the way, but it was no use. All my thrashing did was pull harder
on my arms and dig a deeper hole in the sand, until I could barely reach with
my toes.

“Yep,
covered in sweat and drool and tears and pussy juice and cum. Filthy little
fuck slut. Time to wash you off.”

Jones
chuckled and moved back.

Bradford
lifted his nozzle and took aim. The cold water hit me like a brick wall. A
painful, powerful stream moved over my entire body. The force of it knocked me
off my feet and I was just hanging by my wrists, thrashing about.

He
focused on my breasts for a long time, drilling the powerful jet of water onto
my hyper-sensitive nipples. Then he moved below me and shot it up, into my
cunt. I tried to press my legs together, but he pulled them apart and moved the
nozzle closer to my body with the brunt of the stream focused directly on my
clit.

Finally,
he shut it off and moved back. The water had hit me so hard, it had washed all
of my electrodes off. Jones brought some sort of bar over and connected each
end to one of my ankles, forcing my legs to spread wide. I was hanging by my
wrists, frozen and wet in the wind, and couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

Then
the flogging started again, and he focused entirely on just my tits and pussy.
Over and over and over again, the falls bit into me. My shivering, limp body
heated through again, fiery with need. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Each strike left
me wetter, hotter, more desperate.

Another
flogger started behind me, Bradford focusing on my ass and thighs. “You want to
come, Fuck Toy?” he growled as he swung again.

I
moaned into my gag, unable to respond in any other way.

“Look
in my eyes, sugar.” Jones moved closer, focusing faster, sharper, harder
strikes on my pussy.

I
whimpered and a new wave of tears fell from my eyes. My need to come was so
great, and I was so close.

Bradford
pulled the bar up in front of me, lifting it all the way up to my head, leaving
my gaping pussy completely open to Jones’s assault. With the better angle, his
strikes centered in directly on my clit.

Using
one hand, Bradford released my gag and pulled it out of my mouth. “Come, Fuck
Toy.”

My
scream echoed in the night air and I fell to pieces, even as the flogger kept
raining strikes down on my clit. The continued attention kept wave after wave
of pleasure rolling through me. It was the longest, hardest orgasm of my life.

When
I finally stopped convulsing, Jones stopped flogging my pussy and Bradford released
me from the basketball hoop. Leaving the bar in place, he carried me. I didn’t
know where he was taking me. I didn’t care. Couldn’t think any longer.

After
a couple of minutes, we were inside a cabin of some sort with a fire burning in
the hearth. He dumped me, face first on my hands and knees, on the floor in
front of the fire and threw a blanket over me.

I
didn’t have the energy to move, so I just stayed how I was, tingling all over
as I thawed out and dried off before the fire.

Sometime
later, Bradford was back, kneeling on the floor beside me. He’d taken off all
of his clothes, and for the first time I could see all of the muscles etching
his hard body.

“How
about we take that plug out, Fuck Toy?”