Fred’s attentions soon drove Toby over the edge. "I’m gonna cum!" he grunted, and hunched over Fred’s face while warm, salty semen flooded Fred’s mouth. "AAAAHHHH!!! Stick out your tongue!" Lon tossed Toby the camera — and Toby managed not to drop it and get it pointed in the right direction before he ran out of cumshots to video entering Fred’s open mouth. Then Fred closed his lips on Toby’s sensitive glans, milking him and extending his pleasure.
In a moment, Toby pulled his cock free with a pop and stepped back to video the rest of the scene, getting Sally hard at work vacuuming Fred’s erection and Lon pouring cock to his ass. His mouth unencumbered, Fred got vocal, yelling, "Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck that ass! Suck my dick, Honey! Fuck! I’m gonna get a nut soon! YAH!"
The excitement pushed Lon toward his own peak, and he retorted, "I’m gonna paint your insides white! NOW!!!" He hauled Fred’s ass tight to him and started spewing seed into the big man’s colon.
"AWWW FUUUUUCCCCKKK!!!!" Fred wailed, and Toby got a shot of Sally swallowing. Frantically, he waved at her and she backed off far enough that he could video Fred’s cum shooting into her open mouth before she moved up and recaptured his erection.
Lon waved Toby around to him and withdrew, allowing Toby to video the withdrawal and Lon’s anal creampie oozing out of Fred’s ass. "Now THAT’s a party!" Lon grinned and drew his hand across his neck in a cutting motion.
Chapter 51
Posted: April 04, 2009 - 10:15:59 am
"Okay, then," Lon announced. "I think we’re all square. Everybody even got a cum — except Mary, and I’m gonna discuss HER piece of this little fiasco with her later!"
Sally slid out from under Fred and he collapsed; first the abuse, then the more pleasant second round left him physically and emotionally drained.
Lon and Toby dressed quickly and Lon stepped up with some duct tape, "Gimme the arms, Man." Fred didn’t argue — he had nothing left in him, it seemed like — he was a hollow shell. Too many people knew too much; he’d disgraced himself, and he didn’t even know with whom. Lon wrapped tape several times around Fred’s forearms at his wrists, then undid the ropes and moved on to unlacing the hood. Toby stood by with a couple of eye patches and some electrical tape; when the hood came off, the patches covered Fred’s eyes and the tape locked them down. "Okay, let’s go," Lon grunted, again poking Fred with the muzzle of the starter pistol.
"Where we goin'?" Fred asked, his voice dull and resigned.
"You’re leaving, Man. I’m gonna take you out somewhere and we’re gonna leave you to undo yourself — there’s no reason to get stupid. You paid for your end of this thing, in spades — we just want to get clear, you know?" Lon said conversationally as he led Fred down the hall and out Beth’s front door — still naked — to his truck. "Climb up…" Fred got in on the passenger side, with Sally behind him, holding his clothing. Lon went around to the driver’s side, got in, and started the truck. Toby, in Lon’s car, backed out of the driveway so that Lon could, then took up station behind him as they headed for the edge of town.
Things were quiet between them as they drove out beyond the city limits, to a country lane, then to a dirt road, chosen basically at random. Lon pulled off the road into a small brushy clearing and stopped, shutting off the pickup. "Am I dead?" Fred asked.
"Nah," Lon replied. "We’re gonna leave, now. It’ll take you a couple of minutes to get the tape off your eyes, and a bit longer to get the tape off your wrists, once you can see it. By then, we’ll be long gone. Your stuff is in the floorboards. I think you’ve learned to be careful whose pussy you poach, don’t you?"
"Yeah," Fred agreed shortly.
Lon waved Sally out; she got down from the cab and headed back to where Toby had already turned Lon’s car around. "As for the bisexual thing, Man, I wouldn’t get too freaked about it. Sure, you like it — lots of guys do. Maybe sometime I’ll chase you down for another suck and fuck…" He let the threat linger a moment. "I wouldn’t go hunting us if I was you, though — we know what you look like, and you’ve only seen Mary. And by now you know not to fuck with Mary, right?"
"Yeah." Fred’s voice was totally colorless.
"Besides, we’ve got some pictures, you know?" Lon added. "And Mary’s underage. Shit, so am I. So’s my buddy! That’d look, well, real bad — especially the pics from Round Two…" He fished the keys out of the ignition and tossed them into the floorboards atop Fred’s clothing, then got down out of the truck. "Oh, shit — I forgot your boots! You stay just like that, now, until I come back with them…" He poked Fred in the side with the pistol as a reminder, then shut the door.
Fred sat there, stewing. Kid was lying, probably … He brought his wrists up — and Lon stepped onto the running board. "You shouldn’t be moving! If I can’t trust you, I might as well shoot you!" Fred froze — and almost peed his pants! Shit!
This time, he sat there, rigid, hoping that he wouldn’t catch a bullet, until he heard the car drive off. It took almost five painful minutes to get the electrical tape and eyepatch blindfold from over his eyes, and another three to get the duct tape off his wrists with his teeth; by then, the kids were long gone. Thoroughly depressed, Fred got slowly into his clothes and started the truck, then set about trying to find out where he was. It was another half hour before he was in familiar territory, and another fifteen minutes before he reached a place where he had to make a decision where to go from there. Not surprisingly, he ended up at his favorite bar…
Toby, Lon, and Sally returned to Beth’s house, triumphant. Lon and Sally watched while Toby edited the footage from the web cams and the video camera. It was surprising what they could do with it all — especially the second round footage! Toby made two sets of the whole show, then pieced together footage that actually made it look like Fred invited Toby and Lon to fuck him when they arrived while he was having sex with Sally — even to the point of making it look like he preferred them to her! Toby would play with various cuts for days, but they had MORE than they needed; Lon made some calls to his mother, Beth, and Louise.
"We got it!" Lon announced, when Louise answered at work and collected Beth, who picked up an extension. "In fact, we got more that expected!"
"Well, that’s wonderful!" Louise enthused. "Where is Fred now?"
"I dunno — we couldn’t follow him, afterward — he’d have caught us," Lon replied. "I need to tell you how it all went down for you to understand — and that’s probably not a good idea over the phone…"
"Okay," Louise agreed. "Where can we talk?"
"Well, it went down at Beth’s — why don’t you come home with her?" Lon suggested. "We can screen the video then…"
"Great!" Louise agreed. "We’ll be off in a few minutes…"
It was over an hour before Louise and Beth arrived, but that just gave Toby more time with the footage. He tuned some things and created two DVDs — which they were testing in the DVD player in the living room when the women arrived. "Okay, so what happened?" Louise asked.
Lon opened his mouth, but he didn’t feel that he was the best person to present things. Turning to Toby, he said, "You tell them."
Toby nodded and waved the women onto the couch. "Want anything to drink or anything?" he asked. Both Louise and Beth shook their heads no, so he launched into the explanation, "Okay, I’m sure you’re aware that Lon wasn’t happy about using Sally for bait — and he was even less happy when Teela backed out. We also had the issue of ensuring that everyone understood that the video was of underage sex — which might or might not have been adequate as a deterrent, where Fred was concerned. Lon felt we needed more, um, creative control — and I had a brainstorm…" He clicked the remote on the DVD and the long-cut video began playing, showing Sally and Fred entering Beth’s bedroom. "We set up Ma’s room," he amplified, "as it was the easiest place to get controlled video coverage…"