SLIPPING INTO DEPRAVITY - Ch. 20, Guy's Night Out

SAM HANGS OUT AT LEROY'S PLACE, PART ONE OF TWO

LEROY POV

Leroy heard Sam knocking on the door. He grabbed a towel for his waist, and opened wide. Sam stepped back a little. Leroy was naked

LEROY

Leroy heard Sam knocking on the door. He grabbed a towel for his waist, and opened wide. Sam stepped back a little. Leroy was naked, soaking wet, barely covered.

“Hermanos!” Leroy called, and embraced the younger man, wrapping wet arms around him, pressing his body.

“Uh hi,” Sam replied.

“Oh yeah,” Leroy said, looking down. “Sorry bud. Come on in!”

Leroy pulled Sam into the apartment.

“I was out playing hoops with some guys,” he explained. “It went long. I thought I was back in time to finish a shower. Timing’s off, but I’m glad you came. I’ve been wanting to see you.”

“Oh that’s okay,” Sam said. “Should I come back another time?”

“Fuck no!” Leroy told him. “I’ve been looking forward to this. I thought we’d get out in a bit.”

“Okay,” Sam said awkwardly.

“Relax,” Leroy said. “I got coffee on, there’s beer in the fridge. Help yourself. I’ll be right out.”

Leroy dropped the towel, exposing his half erect cock, knowing that Sam would look instinctively. He pretended not to notice Sam’s sudden blush, and turned on his heel, throwing the towel over his shoulder and letting its length not quite obscure his ass, and headed back to the shower.

Stepping back in the shower, Leroy ran the water, rinsing shampoo and body wash from his hair and body, thinking about how to handle the younger man.

Kayley he was handling. She was easy. Kayley was like a Chinese puzzle box, very strong, very complicated, but if you pressed the right buttons in the right way, her legs spread open automatically. Kayley alone, eventually, he could do anything with her, or to her. And eventually, he would. His cock hardened in the shower, and he stroked it casually.

Taking apart Sam? That would take more finesse.

He stepped out and grabbed some sweatpants, drying himself off as he went.

“Hey sport,” he called, walking out. “What are we having?”

“I grabbed a beer.” Sam’s eyes flickered to the loose gym pants, and the bulge in them.

That was critical, he had to keep Sam sexually intimidated. Intimidation meant deference, deference meant subordination. It was a balancing act, be too overt, push too hard, and Sam would push back, and then it would all go to shit. So basically, just a low level, but regular. Like a frog in a pan of water, or maybe a bonsai. Just raise the temperature slowly, a push here, a twist there. Never enough to provoke the wrong reaction. But eventually, he’d be twisted into the shape you wanted.

“Sounds great,” Leroy said. “Grab me one. Talk at the table, or the couch.”

“Table I guess.”

Table meant Sam was insecure and defensive. That was good. Leroy sat down at the table, sprawling on his chair, casual and comfortable. In control. He read Sam’s body language as he sat down.

“You’re not comfortable,” Leroy told Sam.

The youth stiffened.

“I’m okay.

Leroy shifted, in his chair, straightening.

“I’m not sure you are,” he said, looking Sam in the eye. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you, away from Kayley. I’ll ask you the same question, I asked the other night: Are you all right?”

Sam tried to stare back.

“I’m fine.”

“Sam,” Leroy said. “We absolutely humiliated you the other night. I took your woman away from you...” His cock hardened at the thought. “Even if it was just role play, it felt real when it was happening, didn’t it? And you came like a fountain, again and again. You got off on it. That fucks anyone up. It fucked me up back then. We need to work through it.”

Sam’s brows knit.

“It fucked you up?” he asked. “What do you mean?”

Leroy shrugged theatrically. “Oh I’ve been through it,” he lied. “That kind of devastating humiliation, and somehow liking it. It’s a powerful thing, strips away your illusions, gets you to the truth of who you are when you shed pretensions. But it’s not easy.”

“How’d you deal with it?”

Leroy pretended to laugh, and drank some beer, staring off into the distance.

“Oh,” Leroy said. “It fucked me up completely. Until I met someone who helped me work through it. I reconciled, got to know myself better. Liked myself better.”

He paused.

“The biggest, most important thing I learned,” he told Sam, “is that we don’t get through life alone. I won’t let you go through this alone. I’m here for you, brother. Women don’t understand this, it’s for men only.”

Sam stared at the table and took a deep breath, and then another.

“It was the worst thing ever,” Sam said. “It was fucking horrible. It was like all my nightmares rolled into one, the only thing missing was being naked doing a class presentation –”

“We came close to that one,” Leroy said ruefully.

Sam barked a bitter laugh. “Yeah. We did.”

“Maybe we’ll work that in next time.”

Sam sighed again.

“Kayley, I love her so much. And she was choosing you. I wasn’t even in the running. You were fucking her better than I ever had. You were doing things to her I hadn’t imagined. You were turning her into a sex slave, and she was begging you for more. It was fucking bottomless. You were like a fucking runaway bonfire together, I was like a fucking waterboy with a damp towel. It was a nightmare.”

He paused.

“But,” Sam continued, “I was super-excited through the whole thing. Crazy hard. I kept coming, and it was like a nuclear explosion each time, I hated it but I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t turn away. I couldn’t stop it, and I didn’t even want to stop it. The more it went on...”

“The more you wanted it to go on,” Leroy said softly, “the worse it hurt. But the excited part of you just didn’t want to let it go.”

“Yeah,” Sam whispered. It was like a confession.

Leroy nodded.

“You, my brother,” he pointed at Sam, “are a first class spectator. Like just about every other human on this planet. You like to watch, and you got treated to a first class live sex show, triple XXX cubed, fourth wall breaking, senssurround. It was fucking epic. Seriously, I used to do porn, and that was award winning stuff. You got it live, you got it authentic, and you knew the players.”

“You did porn?” Sam asked.

Leroy shrugged.

“For a while,” he said. “After I left the band. Kind of fell into it. I was Richard Ramera, that was my porn name. I did okay, was up for some awards. Even did some directing. But it wasn’t for me.”

“Oh,” Sam said, staring at Leroy.

Leroy shook his head and drank his beer, pretending not to notice.

“Holy fuck,” he said. “If I hadn’t been in it, I’d have paid money to watch. Ringside seats would have gone for ten grand. You got it free, all for you, a command performance. You’d have had to be a fucking zombie not to get off.”

Sam smiled, it immediately disappeared, then flickered back on and off a few times. Amused, uncertain, ashamed.

“Your girl,” Leroy said. “She’s fucking thermonuclear. She’s fearless, she radiates sex like an atomic pile in meltdown. I was just hanging on, trying to keep up with her.”

“You were really dominating,” Sam said. “You were definitely in control”

“Yeah,” he replied. “She let me. That’s how it goes sometimes. The sub takes over, they’re really directing the action. That was happening with her. There’s no stopping her. You think she’s more than you can handle? Fuck Sam, she’s more than I can handle. Difference between you and me is she loves you like crazy. I had to just play the top card, try and be dominant and hope she goes with it and lets me pretend to be in charge.”

“Never thought of it like that,” Sam said. “It didn’t look like that.”

“You were just watching,” Leroy laughed, “I was just trying to hang on and stay on top, like one of those rodeo guys with a bucking bull. And I was trying to watch out for you, make sure you were okay and a part of things. It was tough.”

“You were suffering too,” Sam said sarcastically

Leroy barked a laugh and after a moment, Sam joined in tentatively.

“She’s something,” Leroy said admiringly.

“She is.”

“More than the two of us could keep up with,” Leroy said. “She’d leave us behind in the dust.”

Leroy paused thoughtfully.

“She ever do that?” he asked. “Like just go extreme. Talk about it. She ever tell you a fantasy where you’re going ‘Holy cow!’ How do I keep up?”

“A few times,”

Leroy looked directly at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Really?” he said. “Spill!”

Sam looked around awkwardly.

“Well,” he said, “she’s mentioned a few times, just dressing up like a hooker... not just dressing up... like dressing up yes, but really going out on the street, and turning tricks. Actually being a hooker. For the adventure.”

Leroy thought about it.

“On the street? Not massage parlour. Not brothel. Not escort? Not bars? Street?”

“Street.”

“Street?”

“Definitely, out on the street. Getting picked up by passing cars. Total strangers. Buying her. Going up to a sleazy hotel room and doing it for fifty cash.”

“That’s raw!” Leroy said. “Girl’s hard core. Just like once or twice, or the whole night?”

“I dunno,” Sam said, “She’s stubborn, if the did it, if she committed to it, I don’t think she’d stop with just one. Unless it was bad experience. Otherwise, maybe a few times. We haven’t talked about it in detail. But... I think in her fantasy, she’s probably out all night.”

“Hmmm,” Leroy grunted. “This sounds like a really strong fantasy for her, but she’s not going into that much detail with you. Holding back? Did she ever mention having you as a pimp in the fantasy?”

“Not really.” Sam’s brows knit. “No.”

“There,” Leroy said. “Street hooker’s and pimps, the two go together, part and parcel. If she’s got a street hooker fantasy... She probably has a pimp in her fantasy there making her.”

“Girl’s got a submissive streak.” Leroy pretended to think a moment. “Definitely there’s a pimp, she never mentioned it. Doesn’t really go into detail?”

“Well,” Sam said. “Sometimes. We talk locations. Or outfits. Sometimes, kinds of customers... But no, not a lot of detail.”

Leroy nodded.

“Never talked role playing it?”

“No.”

Let Sam think about that and draw his own humiliating conclusions.

“She ever dress up?” he asked. “Like for role play.”

Sam shrugged evasively. Leroy nodded, the youth was thinking about it now.

“She ever want to drive by real hookers, check them out. Drive through the districts...”

“Maybe,” Sam shrugged evasively. That told Leroy enough, all by itself. Even if she never intended to really act on it, she had a very specific fantasy.

Sam didn’t seem suspicious of Leroy’s questions, but he didn’t seem to want to talk about it. Sam seemed distracted, as if he was wondering why, if this seemed to be such a strong fantasy for Kayley, she hadn’t really shared much detail with him. Leroy could almost see the wheels turn in Sam’s head, wheels he’d set in motion. Time to move on.

“Anything else,” Leroy probed. “Any dirty dark fantasy?”

Sam shrugged.

“Gangbangs,” Sam said.

“Oh yeah?” Leroy encouraged.

“Completely anonymous, strangers, just one after the other. Sometimes different races. I guess all the usual...”

Leroy wanted more, but judged it mined out for the time being. These weren’t unique fantasies, but every woman had their little variations, their little triggers, their details.

If he kept pushing for Kayley’s fantasies, Sam would start to resist. That was okay, he’d gotten things he could use. He could come back to it later.

Sam would eventually trickle out all her little secrets. Very carefully, encouraging or being a confidant for offhand remarks, bragging, complaints, confessions, Leroy would extract all of Kayley’s weaknesses, her cues, her susceptibilities, the secret hidden desires, including the ones she confessed to Sam, and the ones she hinted.

Even the ones that Sam or even Kayley herself didn’t realize were there, revealed in casual comments, if you knew what to recognize and were patient.

In the meantime, he’d driven another little chink into the foundation of their relationship. Sam was wondering a little now, as to what she told him, and what she held back.

Leroy would build on that too, quietly inserting mistrust and suspicion between them, pushing them apart from each other, and into his influence.

“That girl,” Leroy said. “She’s a firecracker. I’ll admit, I was shocked. She got really into the cuck thing.”

“You said that, afterwards,” Sam said.

Leroy nodded. “Yep, I did. I didn’t expect it. There were times, especially when she was messing with you, it didn’t feel like role play at all. It felt real. I’d feel like I had to pull her back. Or she’d have to stop and remind herself. Did you notice that?”

“Yeah,” Sam said. “She kept saying it was a role play.”

“And then go right back to it,” Leroy noted. “There was no restraint at all.”

Leroy held up a finger and pointed.

“You? I could tell you were into it,” Leroy said. “And I could feel you conflicted. I knew it would mess you up. I expected that. What I didn’t expect was how much she was into it, and it didn’t mess her up at all, she had no doubts, no reservations.”

Leroy fixed his eyes on Sam. He’d already driven that wedge, time to open it a little more.

“You had no idea at all?” he said. “She never let on? Never mentioned. Or is this another thing, a little kink she had, but didn’t really share?”

Sam took a deep breath.

“I suppose,” he said. “I mean, we liked the flirting game. And you know... going further. But... I mean, I guess looking back, there are signs...”

Sam shrugged helplessly.

Now that Leroy had pointed him there, got him thinking about it, Sam would go through his memories, looking at things in new ways. He’d find signs, even if they weren’t really there. That was how people worked, you planted the right seed, and it would work its way into memories, bring re-evaluations and reappraisals, and eventually, they’d just remember different.

“Fucked up,” Leroy said casually, “that someone you love puts you through a wringer like that. There’s role play, and there’s a certain humiliation play, but... Man!”

The word choice was careful - ‘someone you love’ not ‘someone that loves you.’

He let that simmer for a moment.

“You know what?” Leroy said. “Women are complicated. There’s all sorts of shit that goes through their head. Just because she worked you over, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you completely, with all her heart and soul. It could be some buried resentment.”

Let that sink in. Let Sam wonder if he was pissing her off, or if he’d done something to piss her off. Let him imagine resentment, and he’d start to see it. Then he’d start to see hostility. He’d start to be careful, cautious, in retreat.

“Or,” Leroy continued, “maybe she just has this dom or cruel streak and it got off the leash.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” Leroy said. He’d stuck the needles deep into Sam. He needed to ease off a little, offer some reassurance. “You and her. You guys are absolutely solid. Kayley and me... that’s just fresh cock syndrome. She loves you though.”

“Fresh cock syndrome?” Sam took the bait.

“Yeah,” Leroy said casually. “You know how it is. People love something new, not the usual. A married man loves a new pussy, even if it feels the same. A girl loves fresh cock. I’m fresh cock. I’m brand new, so she goes a little crazy for it.”

Leroy shrugged.

“It wears off. She gets used to it. Then she goes back to you.”

“Oh,” Sam said, relief barely concealed. “Okay.”

He seemed mollified by the idea that Leroy was, at least in some ways, a temporary thing. That he’d regain his ground, that Kayley would drift back to him.

Particularly, he wouldn’t have to do anything, Kayley would get used to Leroy, or get bored, and then she’d go back to Sam. Leroy was happy to put the idea in his head. It encouraged passivity, going with the flow, letting Leroy do whatever he wanted without resistance.

“This shit,” Leroy continued, “this is just a game, a fantasy thing. She has lots of fantasies, everyone does. Some so extreme it’s hard for her to talk about or even admit. She hides. Well, she shared with you, that’s a good thing. She felt safe enough, confident enough, to let her flag fly. That’s healthy. For both of you.”

“Safe,” Sam said. “She used that word.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” Sam said. “When we kind of started taking these steps, with you and Derek, she told me a few times that I made her feel safe. It gave her the strength to... do it.”

Interesting, Leroy thought. It was an insight into Kayley, how to ease her past boundaries and orders. Not so much drag her or force her into something, which he might have tried to do given her submissiveness. But rather, open a door in front of her and just make her feel safe to go through it, a little push and reassurance from behind.

He filed it away to use later.

“And you’re still giving her strength,” Leroy said. “To explore, to be herself, to be brave.”

Leroy held up his beer.

“That is admirable, my brother,” he said. “I know it’s tough on you. But you’re giving strength and that’s beautiful. Salut!”

Sam lifted his, and they clinked beer cans in an awkward toast.

“All I have to do is go round and round in the cement mixer,” Sam said morosely.

“It’ll get better,” Leroy said. “You’re feeling better now, aren’t you?”

Sam paused.

“Surprisingly... Yes.”

Leroy nodded. Dealing with shit. That was a natural human process, if allowed the opportunity, mostly people could get over anything. The key was to get them to deal with it the way you wanted them to deal with it.

“Maybe I took the wrong approach,” Leroy said thoughtfully.

“What do you mean?”

“Bear with me,” Leroy leaned forward, towards Sam, “I figured, that since the two of you were so tight, and honestly, I liked you. I wanted you to be in there with us. A participant, part of the events. The camera thing, that was a good role - spectator plus. I wanted you to have some ownership.”

Sam nodded.

“But this is a difficult thing,” Leroy said. “I figured if I watched out for you, I could make sure you were okay. But...”

“Still a fucking nightmare,” Sam said. “Maybe even made it worse.”

Leroy nodded soberly.

“There’s the other approach. Sit in the cuck chair, just watch, don’t do anything at all, but jerk off. We don’t acknowledge, no talk. It’s like you’re a ghost... Maybe that would have been easier? We could do that?”

Sam thought about it.

“I don’t know... No,” he said awkwardly. “As tough as it was... I don’t know that being a ghost would be better. It feels... Worse.”

“We could just stop,” Leroy offered. “I know we’d all agreed to another session. But we don’t have to do it.”

He paused.

“The trouble is, I don’t think Kayley wants to stop...”

Sam absorbed this.

“And I don’t know that you should,” Leroy said. “I know it’s tough, but it’s a journey, and I think you need to see it to the end. And yeah, you get off on it, I think it’s important to come to grips with that part of yourself.”

Sam nodded thoughtfully, still reserved. Leroy played his next card.

“I know we were talking about Saturday coming up... But I’m kind of committed on the weekend. I was thinking a Wednesday or Thursday.”

Sam frowned.

“A week night?” he said. “I don’t know, we both have work the next day... that kind of constrains it. I think we... Kayley, would rather the weekend.”

“Yeah,” Leroy said, “I think she would. But I got stuff to take care of, like I said.”

He put his hand on Sam’s wrist, staring into his eyes.

“Hermanos, Buddy, can I be straight with you?”

“Sure,” Sam said.

Leroy nodded. “I could maybe make the weekend work, really tough but maybe. Easier if I don’t. But here’s the thing... do you remember the night.”

Sam froze.

“I kept waking up with her mouth on my cock,” he said. “Normally, that’s a good thing. But the trouble was... she wouldn’t stop. She wouldn’t let go the role play. Some of the things she was saying... did you hear?”

“I heard,” Sam said quietly.

“That wasn’t me, Sam,” Leroy said. “The session was over, but she wasn’t stopping, She was driving. I was fucking her, but she was in control, and she couldn’t stop. It was almost scary. I kept thinking it was too much. Too rough on you.”

Memory was fluid, Leroy had learned. If you were careful, you could tell people to remember something a certain way, and it was like they’d forget what really happened, and just remember it the way you wanted them to.

It had worn him down, spending the night breaking the little bitch until she was finally saying and doing what he wanted the way he wanted. The cunt had actually snuck out to cuddle on the couch, he’d had to bring her back, and force her to suck his cock until he was finally hard enough to go at it. It had taken forever. Then even after, he’d had to hold her back from trying to sneak off again. It had been exhausting.

But now, Sam was uncertain, and open. Leroy was sliding in a different slant - Kayley as insatiable for Leroy’s cock, unwilling to stop the cuckolding, refusing to let the role go... Sam would start to remember it Leroy’s way. Managed carefully, that would become the memory.

Kayley as a whoring, betraying bitch, hooked on Leroy’s cock, and hooked on humiliating Sam.

That was how he wanted Sam to think. Leroy was confident he’d get there. You just had to introduce the idea the right way, and keep tapping it.

“Fresh cock syndrome, right?” Sam said, blushing, clearly looking for reassurance.

“You got it, Sport,” Leroy said.

“Anyway,” he continued. “I don’t want to sleep over. She needs space to let it go, she needs to be with you. This time, I come over, I spend a few hours. I go home, you settle in together.”

Subliminal message: I’m giving you your woman.

The message behind that: She’s mine now to give to you.

Sam wouldn’t consciously think of it like that. But it would float around in his subconscious, making him just a little more insecure, a little more pliable.

He paused.

“Honest?” Leroy said. “I love all us sleeping in the same bed, waking up together, it was like a family we made. But after a session? Too powerful.”

“I think you’re right,” Sam nodded. “That would be better.”

Leroy’s real reasons were different. He’d found that one of the best weapons for control was distraction. You laid down the rules, introduced the ideas, set the pattern, but there was always resistance - particularly if they had time to think it over, to reflect, to talk, to wonder where things were going and what they meant.

You wanted them tired, confused, distracted. Pulled in other directions, dealing with other matters. You wanted their attention diverted, so they’d wrestle with other more immediate things, and just find themselves going along or accepting what you were trying to train them into.

Yes, Kayley’s sexual appetites had worn him down, and that was a factor. But he was confident in his ability to completely exhaust both of them, particularly her, through a session. It was just a matter of managing them.

That was the key: When he was ready to let them go, and return to his home, they’d be worn to the point of passing out. There’d be no bonding, no recovery, no ‘couples time’ - they’d just pass out together. They’d just crash and go to sleep the way they’d left him. Any second thoughts would wait until the morning.

But in the morning, there’d be no time or energy for second thoughts. They’d be consumed by the immediacies of the day. They’d have to get up tired, go to work, spend an eight hour day, and eventually come home exhausted and fatigued. No sex, hopefully, no discussions, no reflection or processing.

Meanwhile, he’d have made his mark, worked his changes, and left them exhausted and harried for time, with no opportunity or inclination to think things over.

Distracted, they’d be more accepting of his ideas, his dominance, tired, going with the flow, too pulled in too many directions to really think for themselves or compare their thoughts.

“I’ll call Kayley,” Leroy said. “About the change.”

“I could just talk to her.”

“Let me,” he said. “I want to have her out for coffee.” He winked. “I want to talk to her, see how she’s handling it as well. Spend time with our clothes on.”

Sam laughed politely.

“While I do that,” he said, “I’ll talk to her about a week night, get her to go along with it, even if it’s a little inconvenient.”

Leroy paused.

“I get the sense,” he said, “it’s a little difficult for you to talk about some of this with her.”

Sam nodded. Leroy had done his best to make it difficult for him, to try and drive a wedge into their communication. This was part of that, under his concern, a subtle message ‘you can’t talk freely to her about this.’

He patted Sam’s wrist. “It’s okay, I understand. I”ll talk to her for you. We’ll get it sorted out.”

“Yeah,” Sam said, he stared at his beer. “I guess. You’re right. I’ll mention you want to talk to her privately about it. And that it’s okay with me.”

Again, Leroy judged this acceptance was as far as he could push. Time to change the subject, inject more energy.

“Hey,” Leroy said, “do you have the video you took.”

Sam almost relaxed with the shift from the abstract contemplation of his sexual humiliation, to something tangible and concrete.

“Uhm yes,” Sam replied. “It’s still on my phone.”

“I’d love to take a look,” Leroy said. Sam hesitated. “I am in it after all.”

“I guess,” Sam said, pulling out his phone.

“You know,” Leroy told him, “we can watch it on my big screen TV.”

Sam looked surprised.

“Sure,” he said. “I got the software. We just hook up to my laptop. You haven’t done it.”

“Not really,” Sam said. “We have it, but haven’t really checked it out.”

Leroy grinned.

“Let’s do it!”

Sam smiled awkwardly, and, shrugging, produced his phone.

“But first,” Leroy said, he turned to head to the bathroom, “after this beer, I got to piss like a racehorse. How about you?”

“Yeah,” Sam said, standing awkwardly. He followed, till he was standing outside the bathroom while Leroy went in.

Leroy didn’t close the door, he just stood at the toilet and let it rip, the sound carrying clearly.

“Kayley thinks that’s funny,” Sam said, to cover the awkwardness. He couldn’t see Leroy’s dick, but he could see the edge of the golden stream as it fell into the toilet.

“What’s funny?”

“Pissing like a racehorse,” Sam said. “The way it goes on and on for men. She jokes about it.”

“Huh,” Leroy said, considering this bit of information. “She ever watch?”

“What?”

“Nothing,” Leroy said. “I’m done. Your turn.”

Leroy leaned on the washroom doorway, diverting attention from the admission by making random small talk, while Sam urinated self-consciously. It probably didn’t mean anything. But you never knew, maybe it did.

The two men proceeded to the living room, and Sam took the couch while Leroy popped open his laptop and plugged it in.

Laying the phone visibly on the coffee table, Leroy bent over the laptop so that Sam couldn’t see, and activated copying software designed to download the phone’s entire content and create a virtual clone of it, in his system. That would give him access to a lot of Sam’s electronic life.

The television screen lit up. On a separate program, he opened a channel to the phone. A root directory came up, and Leroy scrolled it. A lot of pictures, smaller video clips, he ignored the temptation to peak. There would be plenty of time later.

And one particularly immense video file. Leroy tapped it, an image of Leroy and Kayley appeared on the television big screen. Leroy closed the laptop and sat down next to Sam.

“You guys haven’t watched it at all,” Leroy asked. “Have you even downloaded it?”

Sam shrugged awkwardly.

“We haven’t really talked about it. I don’t know, I feel we’re avoiding it a little. It’s not just sex...”

“It’s the things that got said,” Leroy nodded sagely. “I get that. Heat of role play... kind of difficult.”

“Yeah,” Sam said quickly.

“Okay,” Leroy said. “This is good, we’ll watch it together. It’ll be easier than you watching with Kayley.”

Leroy had an app or two he wanted to install, but cloning came first. He might have a chance, or he might not. He worked quickly to set up the clone without tipping off Sam.

On the television, Leroy was talking earnestly to Sam, whose voice came through. The ‘rules’ - Leroy noted that Kayley was a little restless when he’d been instructing Sam. She didn’t like being left out. Another little thing to file away. He’d have to watch the video a few times after Sam was gone, focus on how she reacted to things.

Fucking a girl, you missed stuff, the bull-cock urge to drive into them, to dominate them and bend them the way you wanted was delirious. But it meant you inherently overlooked stuff, good reactions, bad reactions, signified by expressions, narrowing of eyes, special choice of words, tones of voice, how quickly or slowly they reacted. If you watched a video carefully, you could pick up things to help you break her harder, next time.

“That part goes on too long,” Leroy commented. Sam glanced away from the screen, up at him. Leroy didn’t mind talking over this part, subliminal reinforcement worked best when the subject was a little distracted.

“I got to say, Buddy,” Leroy said, “you really need to download, or even delete it. Either way, you don’t want to be walking around with a file like this on your phone.”

“Yeah,” I guess.

“Seriously, dude,” Leroy said. “What if your phone got stolen? Or hacked?”

‘For instance, the way I’m doing now.’ Leroy clamped down on the thought.

“Yeah.”

“Seriously compromising stuff.”

“I’ll do it when I get home.”

On screen, Kayley was in close up finishing her speech. The phone was being handed back to Sam. Leroy’s ‘shut the fuck up, Sam,’ lecture came through clearly. Tnen he began to make out with Kayley.

“Okay,” Leroy said, “creepy part is over, we’re getting to the good stuff!”

And it was good. Kayley exuded a natural sensuality, and she responded so vividly, so intimately to Leroy’s touches and kisses on screen, that he was fascinated in spite of himself. A quick glance at Sam’s trousers showed that the younger man was already hard.

Leroy hadn’t shown it then, but the cuckold session had left him a little intimidated. Sam just didn’t stop getting hard, and Leroy was pretty sure it was all natural, the fucker. five minutes after he blew, Sam’s erection was well on its way to returning, if it even went away. And he seemingly had an unlimited ability to keep coming back, a half dozen times or more.

Leroy, in contrast, had to prolong as long as he could, and when he came, it was an hour or more before he’d be ready to go, and if he managed three times in a night, it felt like a fucking miracle. And that was pumped to the gills with viagra.

“Look at that,” Leroy said, as they watched Kayley kiss, “she’s all over me. I didn’t have to do anything, she just leaned into every kiss. She was so fucking hungry for me. Every touch, she just shivered.”

Just casually undermining Sam with a remark.

“Fresh cock, Syndrome,” Leroy reassured him.

Up on the screen, Kayley kissed Leroy passionately, she pushed her breasts against him, sighing. Eyelids fluttering, she took Leroy’s hand and licked each finger like a cock. Sam watched, fascinated, eyes wide as saucers.

“It was so fucking hot when she did that,” Leroy said. “You know, I swear she kept forgetting you were there at all. She’d be going, right into it... Look, I’m taking her panties off. Look at her face, Sam. Look at that bliss. She’s so into it.”

Kayley’s expression as she lifted her hips was glazed with lust, grinning devilishly. She squirmed from Leroy’s hands under her skirt. Although he’d filmed it, Sam moaned on the couch alongside Kayley onscreen as the panties came into view.

“She would just forget you were there, I could feel her getting into it, just blocking out the rest of the world. Then she’d remember you, you could tell, she’d stiffen a little, and she’d start talking...”

The camera focused on Kayley, disheveled, half dressed, her expression hungry and fierce. “He fingered me....,” she seemed to look out at them from the television screen, she’d been looking directly at the camera. “You were there... you did nothing.... You just sat there in a chair, doing nothing, nothing at all you worthless little cuck.”

Leroy talked over the words, he didn’t want them overwhelming Sam. “Girl has a nasty mouth. I couldn’t believe how she was getting into it. Role play right, but she made it hard to tell.”

On screen, she returned to making out with Leroy.

“Okay, he said, “back to the good stuff.”

Kayley was kissing him passionately, her mouth open and hungry. You could see how flushed she was, how clearly aroused and eager. Leroy wanted to make sure Sam saw it, he wanted it hammered into Sam how hot his wife had been for Leroy’s touch... and how she kept forgetting Sam was even there. Leroy stroked his cock through his pants, keeping an eye on Sam. The younger man was definitely rigid, but too timid to stroke it, even in his pant. Leroy smiled.

Psychological warfare: Leroy used Sam’s high sexual potential against him. During each of their sessions, Leroy had worked to get Sam so hyper-excited that he came quickly with Kayley during their sessions, or spoiling his orgasms so he shot premature, or at the wrong time, or not at all.

Or alternately, exhausting Kayley to the point where she barely reacted to Sam, or distracted so carefully that she was unable to come with him. Making sure that he, Leroy, was the one that made her come, right in front of Sam. Talking Kayley to be extra loud for him, but dead quiet for Sam. Just continually carefully showing up Sam in all sorts of ways, making sure he woke to Leroy fucking his wife, or subtly taking control away from Sam during sex.

He was intent on hammering a sense of sexual inadequacy into the younger man, making him less capable, more deferential and submissive.

Watching the video, replaying Kayley’s obvious arousal and Sam’s enforced submission was part of that. But it needed careful managing, too harsh, the video humiliation too brutal, Sam would shut down. Leroy needed to emphasize the raw sensuality and sexuality of the scene, to fascinate Sam, to make him hard or hungry. The humiliation would be swallowed almost unconsciously, becoming part of his arousal.

“This is where she strips,” Leroy said leaning forward. “Fucking watch this Sam. My God, she’s gorgeous. You’re an amazing cameraman.”

Up on the screen, Kayley was naked, in Leroy’s arms, her breasts firm, her nipples taut and hard. She writhed like a goddess, her expression commanding and confident. Her smile told everything, this was a woman who knew exactly how hot she was, and was loving it. Kayley reveled in her nudity, in being revealed.

“Look at that,” Leroy said, “right between her legs, that beaver shot, you can see how wet she is.”

It was true, as she twisted in Leroy’s arms, as her hips moved, they could see her pussy lips already parted. Her inner thighs were shiny with sweat or seeping lubrication. Her expression was radiant, heavy lidded, knowing.

“Look at her face,” Leroy said. “She knows she’s going to get fucked, and she wants it.”

The video moved on, Kayley crawling onto the bed. Then on her back, knees raised and legs spread, willingly offering her body up to impending surrender to a new master. The camera lens zoomed in on Kayley’s wet pussy. It filled the screen in exquisite detail, The spread thighs, the pubes and pubic mound and at the center the delicate lips, clearly parted and shining, already dilated with eagerness to be claimed.

“This,” Leroy narrated on screen, “is an exquisite pussy. It’s fucking perfect, inside and out, and I know, because I’ve been inside. Just look at it. Smooth as silk, perfectly shaved, not a stray hair, no blemishes, balanced pubes, lips made for fingering. And that clit? Gorgeous!”

On the couch, Sam was fascinated, almost hypnotized. Carefully, Leroy unzipped and slid his cock out, slowly stroking it.

“Now she’s going to get claimed,” Leroy announced. “See that big fucking dick up there, Sam, it’s going to go in and fill her up, and she’s going to love it.”

Sam nodded, utterly captivated. Only slowly, he became aware that Leroy’s erection was out right beside him. Leroy kept a side eye on Sam, watching the dawning awareness. Then the nervous glance.

“Fuck,” Leroy said, on screen his cock head was burying itself in Kayley, casually pushing her pussy lips into a new configuration.

Sam was torn, unable to tear himself away from the erection on screen, while disturbed by live the erection beside him.

“Look at that. I was fucking her so slow, just going in, and I could feel her! I could feel how wet and tight she was! I could feel that pussy just tremble around my cock.”

On screen, Kayley’s moans filled the room.

Leroy pretended to finally notice Sam’s nervous attention. He laughed.

“Jesus, Sam,” he said. “How many times have we been naked together with Kayley? We slept in the same bed naked. I think we should be used to each other’s junk.”

“Kayley’s not here,” Sam said tentatively.

Leroy laughed and looked him directly in the face. “She’s up there on the fucking screen. Don’t make me feel weird Sam. This is the hottest porno ever made, and we both know the star. Get it out, I know you’re fucking hard right now.”

Sam blushed deeply. Leroy indicated the big TV screen, where his giant sized penis was thrusting into Kayley’s vagina. He pointedly looked to it, while stroking slowly and methodically. From the corner of his eye, Leroy saw Sam fishing his cock out, and self consciously started to jerk it while staring fixedly at the screen.

Leroy allowed himself a smile. Sam was rock hard, but it was the only firm thing about him. His nerves were keyed up. He’d either lose his erection or come fast, either way, Leroy would win, and Sam would feel inadequate.

“Oh god, Leroy,” Kayley gasped up on screen. “I can feel it. I can feel you stretching me apart, opening me, bit by bit, the further you go.” She threw back her head, her eyes closing. “It feels incredible. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I can feel everything, I can feel you in me shaping me around your cock as it goes in.”

“Oh god, Leroy,” she panted on screen. “This is different. This feels so different. This feels consequential. It’s not just fucking, this is more profound. It’s on deeper levels, more levels.”

“...I want it, I want it more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life. I need it. I can’t explain. It’s like a compulsion, an irresistable compulsion, a drive. It scares me, but I can’t resist it. I don’t want to resist it.”

Sam had fallen back into something akin to a trance state, he stared at the screen, letting the sight of Kayley’s vagina relentlessly despoiled fill his mind, letting Kayley’s words blot out all thought.

On screen, Kayley’s orgasm erupted, they watched the reddish flush, the sudden whitish discharge all around his thrusting cock as her lubrication went into overdrive and her pussy creamed, the tremble and sudden seizure of her pussy on big screen in incredible fine detail, and her cried of ecstasy.

“Oh god,” she sighed on screen, It’s done. It’s over. I can feel it all the way down to my core. I’m different now, I’m owned, completely and totally owned, a posssion, a piece of property, an object.”

The woman on the television screen turned her head, looking directly at the camera, seeming to look out through the screen directly at the spectators, and particularly at Sam. Kayley’s face was filled with passion and exhausted conviction, an expression of both submission and satisfaction, as she said, “I’m Leroy’s now!”

Sam actually moaned in response, his body stiffening. For a moment, Leroy thought the boy might ejaculate right at that moment. But somehow, he didn’t make it.

On screen the video shifted to Leroy’s savagely fucking Kayley, switching from her body giving way under pounding, and her blissful expression in close ups. Leroy noted that Sam’s masturbation sped up whenever the image zoomed in on her face.

“Over here...” Leroy called on onscreen, the camera angle shifted rapidly becoming distorted. As it straightened and stabilized, the view became Kayley’s face, slack and fuck-drunk, glazed with sexual exhaustion, held up by the hair. “You got to catch this, this is going to be so good, so momentous. I took her cunt, now she gives head. You want to suck that cock, don’t you, bitch?”

“Yesssss,” she drawled on screen, her jaw working slowly staring at the cock head looming in front of her. She licked her lips unconsciously, her jaw dropping in automatic eagerness.

“Yeah,” Leroy told the lost girl. “You want to kiss it, you want to lick it, you want it sliding between your lips, down your throat.” Kayley moaned. “I need it.” “Fucking right you need it. Look at it.”

As they watched, Kayley took Leroy’s cock into her mouth, an expression of bliss filling the screen. Sam watched helplessly, obsessively. Leroy waited a moment, allowing the Kayley on screen to fall into her blow job, and to drag Sam after her.

Then casually, he reached over and wrapped his hand around Sam’s cock. Sam stiffened, turning to look at Leroy. But Leroy ignored him, focusing entirely on the blow job on screen. For a moment, Sam hung indecisive, and then Leroy stroked slowly downwards. The blow job on screen was too overwhelming. Sam moaned with pleasure, surrendering, his hands falling away as he gave up control to Leroy.

“She loves that cock,” Leroy spoke out loud. “You can see in her face how much she loves. It almost makes you want to suck it.”

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she,” Leroy said on screen, as he pulled his Kayley’s submissive gorgeous body onto her back, preparing to throat fuck her, his hands sliding over her frame. They watched Kayley’s body on the big television, conquered, submissive squirming and writhing to the touch, but offering no resistance at all, she had completely surrendered. “She’s my property. Make sure you get every inch of her. I want it all,” came Leroy’s voice

On screen, Leroy began his throat fucking of his willing conquest. Sam watched captivated as Kayley swallowed Leroy’s length, her throat bulging with each thrust.

Leroy could hear Sam gasping, sense the absolute fascination of the youth as his cock stiffened and beads of precum worked their way steadily from Sam’s cockhead, lubricating Leroy’s fingers. Leroy tightened his grip on Sam’s cock, stroking harder and faster, waiting for his moment, until...

“You could suck it, you know,” Leroy said casually, “I would let you.”

“What?” Sam had been so completely occupied by the incredibly erotic spectacle of Kayley’s sexual violation on screen, that the words hadn’t quite registered. It took a moment for the words and their significance seep into his mind, shocking and disorienting him.

He looked at Leroy, but the older man ignored him, acting as if he hadn’t spoken, all the while his hand, with a will of its own, stroked Sam’s cock, inciting unbearable pleasure.

But by now Sam was rushing past the point of no return. Whether it was the images and sounds on screen, or Leroy’s steady hand on his penis, or simply the shock and disorientation, Sam found himself rushing uncontrollably towards orgasm. Suddenly, his hips lifted, and with cries of ecstasy, he began to spurt wildly. Leroy only squeezed harder, increasing the tempo until the older man’s hand was a blur, and Sam was writhing helplessly in one of the harshest strongest orgasms of his life.

When it was over, Leroy took his hand off the gasping youth’s cock, and casually wiped off with some kleenex. He passed the box over to Sam to clean himself. Onscreen, Kayley’s violation continued, temporarily forgotten.

“Fuck,” Leroy said, he’d already put his cock away, so as not to draw Sam’s attention. He hadn’t come, but Sam didn’t need to dwell on that or what it meant. “That’s one hot video. And it’s not even half through.”

He turned to Sam. “I would really like to make a copy of that,” he told Sam. “I mean, come on, I’m half of it after all. It’s me up there.”

“But Kayley...” Sam protested.

“She doesn’t have to know,” Leroy grinned. “It’ll just be between us. I’ll never mention it, and I promise not to show. This is private. I mean, it’s just too good.”

“Well...” Sam was too scattered to put up any resistance. “I guess.”

“Terrific,” Leroy said. “We won’t tell Kayley. She wouldn’t understand.”

“Yeah,” Sam said, uncertainly.

Leroy stepped over to the laptop, allowing the video to continue to run, opened the screen and pretended to fiddle with it, as if to copy a video file. An indicator told him that less than half the phone’s information had been cloned so far.

“Okay,” Leroy said, slamming it shut. “Done. It’s a big file, it’ll take a while to copy. Tell you what, this has been a little too intense. Let’s get the fuck out of here. I know this strip club, fucking gorgeous dancers, private shows. Why don’t I take you there?”

“Okay,” Sam said. “What about my phone.”

“We’ll just leave it here,” Leroy grinned. “Kayley doesn’t need to know about the strip club either.”