"Why?" Lon chuckled. "Because we know?"
"Yeah."
"Well, it’s not a criminal offense to like dick — girls do. And so do some guys. You got to quit being so hard on yourself," Lon counseled.
"Dudes I hang with…" Fred began.
" … Aren’t here," Lon finished. "Maybe you need to find new dudes."
"Mebbe."
"I’m thinking it will improve your quality of life if I remove these cuffs," Lon said, flicking them. "Of course, if you start something, you’re STILL blind as a bat and I can STILL ruin your whole day…"
"I know," Fred muttered.
Toby flicked a hunk of silk rope under the bed — another bondage item from Beth’s bad old days. Lon collected the near end. "Here we go. Just to keep you from getting ideas, we’re going to use something that will let you move some, but not get stupid. Okay?"
"Okay." Fred suffered the removal of the cuffs and the application of the rope bindings; there was no way he could have done anything much with his arms anyway, after what they’d been through. When it was over, he was on all fours, and his arms worked, sort of.
"This thing runs under the bed, so you’re kind of limited," Lon advised. You might get in a punch with the room we’ve given you, but, well, we’ve been over this before, right?"
"Yeah." Fuck, it was no time to get stupid…
"Great! Let the party begin!"
Toby circled around front and rubbed his glans on Fred’s lips; Fred opened up and sucked it in. Initially, Toby wasn’t seriously aroused, but as Fred worked on him, he realized that the cock he was dealing with was bigger than its predecessor.
The whole approach to this round was deceptively different; Fred had limited use of his hands, and he wasn’t being face-fucked, but rather allowed to suck however he wanted, generally. The basics were still there — he was still blind, and a captive — but Fred was reminded of that memorable day in the sauna. Things hadn’t been totally under his control then, either … He decided to ask, "This is…"
"Bigger, yeah," Toby agreed. "You blew the choice, I’m afraid."
"Nice," Fred commented, then stopped dead and hung his head. "Aw fuck!"
"Nobody here but us chickens," Lon chuckled, lubing his cock. "Might as well let it all hang out." He checked Fred’s sphincter with a finger; it was thoroughly lubed, allowing the finger to slip right through. "I’m going in bareback," he announced. "After all, it’s what you did to Mary. Besides, you’ll get to feel it."
Fred nodded morosely. I’m a fuckin faggot — and they know it!' he thought. 'Fuck. Might as well… ' Carefully, he reached out with one hand, questing for the cock in front of him. He found a thigh and traced it upward to a pair of heavy balls, then on to the shaft. "Jeezus!" This thing had some serious length to it! "You do porn flicks?" Fred asked, jacking it.
Toby laughed. "No, but maybe I ought to check the want ads. Truth is, I’m a little guy — everybody’s always surprised…"
"Wish I could see it…" Fuck! What was I thinking? Fred was amazed at himself; he kept forgetting the downside to the situation! Why? Because it made it easier to cope? Or because it was a unique … opportunity?
Toby frowned in thought. "Gimme a second." He gently disengaged himself. Lon looked up and frowned, which led to a quick, silent discussion — mostly facial expressions and hand gestures. Toby held up a finger and went over to Beth’s toy box and started digging.
Fred missed the argument, of course, but could hear Toby digging. He shook his head, thinking, 'I gotta be careful what I wish for… '
Lon distracted him at that point by nosing his cock against his asshole. "Okay, then. Shall we?" Fred set himself and awaited the probe in silence, while Sally came around to get the shot on the video camera. Lon pressed, and lubrication and abuse allowed him to defeat Fred’s straining sphincter almost immediately. He popped through and stopped, announcing, "Well, that wasn’t so bad…"
"No…" Fred agreed distractedly. Darkness enhanced all of his other senses; he could hear some kind of electronic noise — and he could feel the dick that was burying itself deeper and deeper in his guts. It wasn’t tiny, but it wasn’t the battering ram the other guy had … It was being handled differently, too — the first round had been punishment, pure and simple — instead of hammering him, this dick was allowing him to adapt…
Lon was up to a full stroke when Toby snatched something out of the chest and waved it triumphantly, then brought it over for Lon to look at. Lon stopped, buried, to take a look at it. It was a variant on the snap-on blindfold in use on Fred’s hood — a set of blinders. They closed off side vision and even a direct look ahead, leaving the wearer looking downward at a thirty degree angle from directly ahead. Toby gestured the question and Lon grimaced, thinking. What would this do for them? On the surface, nothing, he surmised — but it might loosen Fred up more. He nodded tightly.
Toby circled around front. "Close your eyes," he directed, and unsnapped the blindfold, replacing it quickly with the blinders. "How’s that?"
Fred’s eyes took a minute to get used to light again; when it was over, there it was. The cock before him wasn’t eighteen inches or anything, but it was a good deal bigger than average — a couple of inches, at least! "Yeah, nice," he grunted, then remembered himself — again! "Damn!"
"You’re just going with the flow, Man," Lon murmured as he resumed fucking Fred’s unresisting ass. "Why don’t you let your lips flow over that cock you’re admiring and we can get on with this party?"
Fred did as he was told, pushing from his consciousness the question of whether he really wanted to or not out of fear of discovering the answer. The dick’s owner didn’t seem to care whether he deep-throated him or not, which made things a lot easier; Fred went to work using techniques he’d used before at various glory holes, and the dude made the kind of noises that said he was enjoying it. Meanwhile the other guy’s dick slid in and out of his ass — not abusing him, just fucking — and Fred started drifting toward a different state…
Lon leaned over as if to peer at Fred’s erection; Sally took the hint, looked, and nodded. Fred had an erection. Lon waved, and Sally reached back in to play with it.
Fred moaned around Toby’s cock; the other three exchanged grins. Sally videoed her hand working Fred’s cock again, then she handed off the camera to Toby for a shot of Fred gobbling cock — for that was what he was doing. All of Fred’s inhibitions had apparently gone by the wayside; he was fondling Toby’s balls and apparently trying to deep-throat him every few strokes — as yet unsuccessfully. Toby turned the camera on Lon and Fred’s ass, then handed it off to him.
Fred was visibly backing onto Lon’s cock as well; he seemed to have lost his discomfort with the situation. Lon decided it was time to up the ante. "Mary, you caused this shit — I’m gonna deal with you later. But for now, I think you owe our friend here a good cum — so slide under there and suck him off!" He then proceeded to video Sally climbing onto the bed, rolling over on her back, and wrapping her lips around Fred’s distended cock.
"Hrrrgh!" Fred moaned around Toby’s cock and started diving on it. He’d given up on humiliation, submitted, and was taking things as they came — and they’d gotten better and better over the last few minutes! He was in his own world; how he’d gotten there was irrelevant; the rope binding his hands was loose enough to allow him to ignore it, his vision was limited to the huge dick he was loving with his lips and tongue, and the dick in his ass felt, well, good! Add a mouth around his aching dick and nirvana floated close…