Chapter 6: B Story
Brenda, Sarah, Jessica, and Thomas all took a shower, got dressed, and went back out to the party leaving Gene a sloppy mess on the bed covered in all the sex juices from their session.
Gene lay there, lost in thought, trying to make sense of the chaos that had just ensued. He was simultaneously consumed with a sense of embarrassment and excitement, feeling both degraded and empowered by the turn of events.
Slowly but surely, the humiliation began to subside and was replaced by a growing hunger that he couldn't ignore. The memory of all the bodies and fluids on the bed and within him started to feel like a dirty, forbidden fantasy that he couldn't shake off.
At the same time, he knew their life would never be the same. His friends would always see him differently. As less than a man, as a submissive bitch.
He just couldn't go back to the party. He couldn't face all the stares and snickering.
He couldn't bear the thought of the knowing glances that would pass between Jessica, Sarah, and Thomas. He couldn't be in the same room as them, let alone try to act normal and ignore what had just transpired.
No, Gene needed time to process, to regroup, and to regain some semblance of equilibrium. He got up from the bed, slowly and carefully, and made his way to the bathroom. Once there, he turned on the shower and let the water wash away the evidence of what he'd just experienced.
He was just now fully processing the enormity of what happened. One of his female coworkers, Renee, had also been at the party. He had forgotten she was even there. Would she tell other people at work about it? How could he show his face at work now?
The humiliation was almost too much to bear. He couldn't shake the memory of Brenda, Sarah, and Jessica taking turns with him, their depraved moans ringing in his ears. He shyly walked to the mirror above the sink and began tidying himself up, taking in the reflection of his defeated, humiliated body. As he stared at himself, he swore he saw a subtle smile on Brenda's lips in his mirror image. He slammed the toothbrush down on the counter in frustration.
Meanwhile, out at the party, he heard things shutting down and people saying their goodbyes. He heard Renee's voice telling Brenda how much she enjoyed the evening.
"Thanks, it was quite an interesting night," Brenda replied, her voice dripping with coyness.
Gene felt a surge of anger and humiliation wash over him. He couldn't believe that Brenda was so casually discussing their wild, sex-filled evening with his coworkers. He couldn't bear the thought of facing Renee at work, knowing that she knew what a pathetic pushover he was in the bedroom.
The bathroom door opened, and Brenda walked in, her eyes meeting Gene's in the mirror.
She sauntered up behind him, her voice low and sultry as she spoke.
"You know, I'd promised myself that I wouldn't involve you again tonight. But the way you looked, just a little while ago... it was too tempting to resist. I can't help but be turned on by you, Gene. You're mine, and I can't help but have a little fun with you, especially in front of our friends."
Gene flinched as Brenda drew closer, her hands moving to encircle his waist and pull him into her.
Her body was warm and pliant, and it was all he could do to keep himself from sinking into her embrace. But he knew better than to give in to the temptation.
"I really don't know if I can handle this" He muttered, turning to face her with a mixture of anger and resignation. "I forgot Renee was here, and now everyone at the office is going to be talking about what happened."
"Well," she replied, her eyes shining with mischief. "You've been begging me for more public humiliation. With me, you have to be careful what you ask for. And besides, I think you secretly liked it, didn't you?
The way you moaned and groaned, the way you begged for more. I saw the look in your eyes, Gene. You were turned on by it, just as much as I was."
Gene opened his mouth to protest, but Brenda pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. "Don't try to deny it. I know you better than you know yourself. I could see it in your face, the look of pure ecstasy as Thomas pumped in and out of you, the way you moaned with pleasure as Jessica and Sarah rode your face.
I couldn't lie anymore, "I was turned on by it all. But I know the ramifications of this are going to be much larger. It's not just about the passion of the minute. How will I be able to hold my head up."
Brenda laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, you have no idea how much things will change after tonight," she said with a wicked grin.
"But don't worry, I'll be right here with you every step of the way. In fact, I have a surprise for you that I think you'll really enjoy."
Renee indicated she wanted to be more involved next time. She's going to talk with some other people at work about setting up another event. Oh, and she said your boss has the biggest cock she's ever seen.
Gene's heart sank as he realized what Brenda had in store for him.
Another event with Renee and more of his coworkers. Even his boss. The thought of it made his stomach turn, but at the same time, the prospect of exploring his submissive side further excited him in a way that he couldn't fully understand.
Brenda must have sensed his hesitation because she leaned in even closer, whispering filthy, dirty things in his ear.
"I totally own your ass now" she whispered, tracing her fingers up and down his chest. "Once word of tonight gets out, no one else in town would ever have you. You will be my little cuckold bitch forever."
Gene's heart pounded in his chest as he took in Brenda's words. He couldn't deny the thought of being used in such a way was both terrifying and exhilarating.
"But what about me?" He asked, trying to keep the tremble out of his voice. "I'm more than just your plaything, Brenda. I have needs too, desires that you don't fulfill anymore."
Brenda's face softened at his words. "I know, baby. And I promise to make it up to you. I will give you more regular sex from now on so you can feel like more of a man.
But sometimes, you'll have to take the back seat and let me play with the big boys," Brenda murmured against his ear, her voice low and seductive.
Gene felt a surge of energy at her words, his cock beginning to harden once more.
"I own you, Gene. And you'll do anything I say," she continued, her tone unyielding.
He couldn't resist the way she spoke to him, the way she took charge and molded him to her desires.