Straight Fiction: Payback Is a Bitch!

By: Nessus & Ryan Michaels

Life's tough in the big city, especially as a junior executive in a global conglomerate. I was so far down the pecking order I couldn't even see the Vice President's office, let alone dream about being in it. That's why I had to get the promotion.

"It's two levels above me, Melanie," I said to my girlfriend as we lunched. "Maybe even three. I have to get it."

"Alan that would be great! Do you think you have a chance?" Her beautiful eyes glistened with excitement and her large breasts heaved under her white blouse.

I stared moodily out the window at the teeming city streets. Life had certainly changed since I'd moved here from Kansas six years ago to make my fortune in the Big Apple. "Yeah, I've got a chance. I figure it'll be between two of us."

"Only two? That's fantastic! You and who else?" Her plump lips glistened and I found myself fantasizing about my cock between them.

"Louise Tellat," I finally answered.

Melanie's face fell. "Oh. Louise?" Louise Tellat was the head of the department that Melanie worked in, and was Melanie's immediate manager.

"You don't have to take sides," I said sulkily. "I'll give it my best shot."

"Louise is pretty good," Melanie said with a worried tone in her voice. "Best boss I've worked for."

"So, you don't think I can beat her?"

"Well..."

"She's pretty strange, the way she dresses, that punky hair. Doesn't she live down near the Village with the weirdo set? God knows what she gets up to."

"She has artistic interests," Melanie said defensively. "But that doesn't mean she's not good at her job."

Angrily, I threw the credit card on the table. "I said you don't have to take sides, but it looks like you are, against me!"

"Alan, that's not the way it is. Can we talk about this?"

"There's nothing to talk about!"

We parted there and I angrily strode back to the office. It's always great when your girlfriend decides to support the opposition! I sat at my desk as night fell on the city, running through my strengths and weaknesses as they related to the promotion and my shot at getting it. In all honesty, I knew that Louise would beat me, so I had to exploit her weaknesses.

I sat bolt upright. Her main weakness was her fondness for the edge, the counter-culture look and all that goes with it. That, I could exploit with a few well-placed rumors. After all, I had a week to play. I laughed to myself as I rode the subway and scribbled notes.

The next day, I started placing the rumors.

A few days later, Melanie leaned across the table as we were having a coffee break. "Have you heard the terrible rumors about Louise?" she whispered.

"No," I said, acting surprised. "What rumors?"

Melanie looked around and then leaned closer. "Drugs. Alan, I don't believe it, but somebody saw her shooting up in the restroom."

"You're kidding me!?"

"No, I'm not," she said earnestly as I hid a smile.

**********

Melanie had to fly down to our Florida office, so she missed the memo announcing my promotion, but she phoned me as soon as she heard. Louise coldly congratulated me and, surrounded by people patting me on the back, agreed to join us for a Friday night celebratory drink.

I was surprised when Louise sat next to me at the bar and said, "Sorry if I seemed cold before. I was just disappointed. No hard feelings?" she asked extending her hand.

"No hard feelings," I agreed and shook her hand. I wasn't sure if she really meant it or was just doing it for appearances sake, but, shortly after that, and more than once, I felt her shoe graze my leg.

I finally looked down at her long legs extending from her short skirt and looked up to find her studying me. "Like what you see?" she smiled and I blushed, but, bolstered by alcohol and my success, pushed on.

"I sure do."

She giggled a bit and then turned back to talk to someone else.

Finally, it was time to go and Louise picked up her large clumsy bag and followed me to the door. "Share a cab?" she asked.

"Sure, why not," I answered.

She sat close to me in the back of the cab. Driven by the sight of her long legs and my hardening cock, I found myself asking her up for a drink, my apartment closer than hers, which meant the cabbie dropped me home first. We both knew what I really meant, and I was delighted when she agreed.

Louise insisted she make the drinks, and we kissed when she handed me mine. "Here's to your promotion, and to a great night ahead," she said, smiling knowingly at me as she drained her glass.

Hurriedly, I followed suit and reached for her. "No, no," she said, gently pushing me away. "You get into bed and I'll freshen up." She then disappeared into my bathroom, and I eagerly stripped all my clothes off and climbed into bed. Drowsily, I lay there, waiting for her to join me, and that was the last thing I remembered about that night.

I woke with a pain in my groin as the morning light streamed in. There was no sign of Louise, and I found myself staring at a metal contraption that encased my cock. My poor cock was threaded through a narrow metal tube that was bent over my balls and fastened with a shiny ring that looked like a handcuff, and encircled my balls next to my body.

I rushed to the toilet and found I had to sit to pee. Relief came as I emptied my bladder and the pain subsided. I tugged and tugged at the device but it wouldn't budge.

Panic set in and it was then that I saw the note on the dresser: When you realize you can't get it off, call me. A simple L was scrawled next to a cell phone number. Louise! That bitch!

Punching the number in, I waited impatiently for Louise to answer as I stood naked in my apartment, the silver contraption constraining my genitals.

"Hello?"

"Louise, you fucking bitch!"

Click! I stared at the phone in shock. She hung up! I took some deep breaths and attempted to calm down, then dialed the number again.

"Hello?"

"Louise," I said desperately. "Don't hang up!"

"Alan, baby," she sneered. "What a surprise. Like your little gift?"

"Why did you do this to me?" I cried.

Her voice grew cold. "Revenge, baby. Pure revenge! You fucked with me, Alan. Took my job! I was the best and you fucking know it. I put a small and a medium sized chastity belt in my bag. Just knew it had to be a small," she snickered.

"Louise," I pleaded. "It's not my fault they picked me instead of you."

"Bullshit! You and your fucking rumors!"

"Rumors?" I said innocently and the phone went dead once again. Gritting my teeth, I made the call again.

"Hello Alan," she snapped before I could speak. "You lie to me again and it stays on forever. Got it?"

I gulped. "Got it," I mumbled.

"Guess your morning hard-on felt a little different this morning," she laughed.

"Louise, how do I get it off?" I begged.

"You don't!" she snapped. "I'm the only one that can take it off, and I don't feel like it yet. I'm still pissed at you."

"How long?" I asked brokenly.

"Hmm, I don't know. Maybe a week… a month."

"A month!" I exclaimed. "What do I tell Melanie?"

"Melanie? Yeah, guess I forgot about her." She laughed again and then said, "Let's just hope we can do a deal before she returns from Florida."

"Deal?" I quickly asked. "What kind of deal?"

Louise laughed again. "Let's talk on Monday. Have a great weekend, Alan." The line went dead and I stared at the metal tube that encased my cock. Suddenly, I realized the longest I'd ever gone without cumming was two or three days and I felt frightened that somebody had that much control over me. I had to get this thing off of me!

Straight Fiction: 53 Days

By: Tom Allen

 

 

 

"So, how many days has it been, now?"

"Fifty-three days so far," I answered. She had one leg over my shoulder, and I planted several small kisses along her warm thigh, my other hand idly caressing her belly and waist.

I felt her hesitation.

"I, uh, have some bad news," she said after pausing for a few seconds. "I have to go to Kansas again."

"Oh, dammit! Don't even tell me…"

"Yeah, it's going to be late next week," she replied, almost sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I just didn't have any control over when Marketing was going to ask for new staff training."

I knew that there was nobody else available to go, but I was still disappointed. "You know, you promised only sixty days this time," I said reproachfully, hoping to rub in a little guilt. "By the time the weekend rolls around it's going to be sixty-four days."

"Oh, come on," she replied, "That's only five percent extra. After two whole months, what's another half a week?"

"Yeah, well, I don't see you not cumming for two months. Let's see how you'd react if I told you you'd have to go for four days, let alone sixty-four."

She disentangled herself to get off of the bed and padded toward the bathroom. "Maybe I could mail you the key at the beginning of the week."

I snorted. "Yeah, right, and have it get lost like that other time? No thanks."

The sound of water tinkled around the door. "Hey, maybe you could leave it with somebody," I called out. "Preferably somebody cute, kinky, or both."

"You son of a bitch," she sputtered, "You'd love that, wouldn't you?" Walking back into the room she threw a towel at me. "I think you're missing the point of having your cock locked up."

"Yeah, somebody cute and kinky," I mused aloud. "How about that cute blonde that works with you? You know, with the big rack. What's her name? Chris?"

I didn't hear my wife's answer because she was beating me over the head with a pillow. All I was able to make out sounded like, "You bastard! I'll get you for that!"

The conversation seemed to go downhill after that.

It wasn't until Thursday that she brought it up again.

"So, I gave it some thought," she said between bites of salad and grilled salmon, "and I thought that maybe it was a bit unfair to ask you to wait an extra four days, especially since I'm not going to be around."

"No, don't be silly," I responded, sprinkling a little more balsamic vinegar on my salad, "Not having you around might actually make it easier for me. And what the hell, it is only four days."

She shrugged. "Okay, whatever. I'll tell Chris not to bother."

The clink of my fork falling to the plate made her look up with a sly smile. "This wine is good. Have we had it before?"

"What did you say?" I asked slowly.

"The wine, have we had this before?"

"No, about Chris! What the hell did you do?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I just asked Chris about holding the key."

Oh hell, I hope that she didn't tell Chris what the key was for. She wouldn't do that. Would she? Damn, yes she would! "Oh my God, you told somebody you've got me locked up? Are you out of your mind?"

"It was your idea, you big jerk. I told Chris that I had a key for a lock that you would be interested in opening, only for one day. You'd have to give it back the next day. Now stop hogging that wine and pour me another glass."

I put my head in my hands. Oh my God, one of her girlfriends knows. By next week all of her girlfriends would know. Hell, her whole fuckin' office was probably going to know that she keeps my cock locked away, only letting me out once in a great while.

"Oh, and by the way, I mentioned that part of the deal was that you had to be especially nice to Chris if you wanted the key."

I looked up. "Especially nice? As in, if I weren't nice I might not get the key?"

My wife nodded, smirking.

I groaned.

"I'll get the dishes tonight, honey," she said to me in mock sympathy. "Go take a shower and lie down. You look a little pale."

Bisexual True Experience: If the Van's a Rockin'...

By: Unknown Author

 

 

 

I found out that I was more or less bisexual some time ago, when my friend Steve and I went to the beach for the weekend. I had a very well equipped van that had lots of home comforts in the back. We would drive to the beach most Saturday mornings and spend the weekend chasing pussy and having fun. We'd sleep in the van, clothing was our swim trunks, and food was basically beer.

Although we always tried to find some girls who were willing to give it up every weekend that we were there, most weekends we didn't get lucky. Of course, that isn't to say that we never did, just not every single weekend. There were a few times that Steve and I managed to both pick up girls and we fucked in the back of the van, side by side. The last time either of us had gotten lucky, at the beach or otherwise, was over a month ago. That was a particularly long dry spell for both of us!

On this particular weekend, while we were sitting on the sand scoping out girls, this really hot girl, about twenty-four years old, walked up to us and said hi. After we returned her greeting, she pointed at the van and asked if it belonged to one of us. I told her it was mine, and then she leaned in and asked in a whisper if I had any beer in the van.

Before I could answer, Steve spoke up and said, "Yeah, we got beer, you want some?" She said she'd love one… or two… or three, so Steve and I stood and all three of us headed to the van.

Once in the van, Steve handed out a round of beer, and we sat and talked as we worked on our drinks. It was just small talk, but soon the conversation took a turn.

"So, do you guys have girlfriends?"

We both shook our heads.

"Oh, well, then you must bring girls in your van and make out with them I bet. You do don't you?" she asked grinning at us.

We both nodded.

"So… would you two like to make out, now?"

"Fuck Yes!" Steve said excitedly and I nodded my head with the same excitement. As I said, Steve and I had fucked girls together in the van before, but we had never taken turns fucking one girl, never had a threesome together.

"Good, so do I," she said.

Steve lurched forward to kiss her, but she put her hand out. "Not so fast" she said, "First take your shorts off, both of you."

Fuck, Steve and I had been naked together in the van before and had even seen each other with boners, fucking, so taking off our shorts while we were side by side was no big deal for either of us. So right away Steve and I stood as much as we could in the back of the van and shed our trunks.

She just sat there looking at our dicks, smiling, but made no attempt to reach out and play with them or suck them.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Steve asked, "You gonna suck and fuck us or not?"

"Oh don't worry, I'm gonna fuck you guys, but you gotta do something for me first."

"What?" Steve asked.

"I really get off on seeing two guys get it on with each other before I fuck."

Steve all but came un-glued and practically shouted, "What do you think we are, queers or something?"

She laughed and said, "I really don't care if you are or not, but I want to see you two getting into some action with each other, then, I promise I'll fuck you both."

"You mean you want us to butt-fuck each other?" I asked, not believing what she was saying.

"No, well, yes, but I don't think I would be able to get you guys to do that, but I at least want to see you two play with each other's dicks."

Steve started a rant about not being a fag and how there was no way in hell he was going to play with another dude's dick. But, as he was ranting, I was thinking, What the fuck, it's just a hard dick like my own and if it will get me some pussy, why not?

Straight Fiction: Cheryl's Hen Night Surprise

By: Scorpio77

 

 

The girls were getting ready for Cheryl's Hen Night party. Cheryl was an attractive, blonde haired, twenty-five year old who'd decided to settle down with David. Both of them had known each other since high school and everyone could see they were made for each other. David was a tall, dark haired, well-toned man whom Cheryl had met when she was a cheerleader in school.

The party included Cheryl's sister, Carol, and her four friends, Nikki, Angela, Kirsty, and Sarah. They had decided to dress up like cheerleaders for the party. The only difference was that Cheryl was wearing a white headdress.
 
David came downstairs to hear them all shrieking and whooping.

"Hey Dave, you know its bad luck to see the bride!" Carol shouted.

"Don't worry, she's not in her wedding dress," Angela smiled, and the girls giggled.

"What do you think of the outfits David?" Cheryl asked.

The outfits where very tight fitting and low cut. They showed off every curve of the very attractive group of women. Each of them was also wearing very skimpy white miniskirts to match their blue tops.

"You'd better watch yourselves. Not wearing much, you'll catch your death in that!" David joked.

"Oh, don't worry; it will be pretty hot in the bar!" Nikki back chatted.

The girls whooped.

David shook his head. "Just remember… no strippers!"

"Boo!" Kirsty shouted.

"David used to strip for me all the time!" shrieked Cheryl.

The girls all giggled and teasingly told David to 'take it off.'

David couldn't wait to get out of there and get to his own bachelor party. It was at his buddy Michael's house, which he shared with his girlfriend, the aforementioned Sarah. It was only a street away, so he interrupted their teasing comments, quickly said his goodbyes, and headed over there.

When David arrived at Michael's, all the guys were already there, including the boyfriends or husbands of the other girls, all of whom he was friends with, too. Before he even took a seat, a beer was thrust into his hand, along with the usual jokes about it being his last night of freedom.

They were all drinking heavily, and after a few hours it came time for Michael, the best man, to make an announcement.

"Now Davie, we've done some incredible dares in your time, and have we got one for you on your stag night!"

"Oh, ok, I was waiting for this. What is it?" David asked with leeriness.

Michael looked around at the other guys, grinning, and then back at David. "Ok, you have to go to the bank machine near my house, and you have to go there and back… completely naked!"

The guys whooped.

"Oh come on!" David said.

The guys made chicken sounds.

"Ok, fine," David smiled. The ATM was only down the road and it was late on a Thursday, no one would be about.

He stood up and pulled his shirt off, unbuckled his jeans and slid them off.

"You can keep your shoes on," Michael mentioned as the men all laughed.

Finally, David slid his boxers off. He was quite well-endowed and the guys all made jokes, like, "Don't let that thing hit you in the face when you are running down the street," "Well now we know why Cheryl is marrying you," and "Hey, careful you don't trip on your third leg, buddy."

Michael collected David's clothes, and then ushered him to the door and opened it.

"Annnd... Go!"

With that Michael ran out like a shot down the road to get to the ATM. He reached it, patted it, and then started to run back to Michael's. However, to his confusion, he went down the wrong street, into his own.

All of a sudden he could hear chanting from around the corner from where he was standing. He turned around and his blood ran cold. It was the girls, coming home from the bar. The girls stopped singing and just made a shocked sound. Then it turned to wolf whistles. David turned away from them and embarrassingly put his hands over his crotch.

"Hey David, you'll catch your death in that," said Kirsty, and the girls all cackled.

"Look, this was just a dare so I'll let you get on with..."

"Uh, uh, uh." Cheryl walked forward. "What was that about no strippers? I think we've got one girls!" And they all cheered. "Come on Dave," she whispered to him, "it'll be a bit of fun."

"Get the cuffs!" Carol squawked.

Cheryl had furry handcuffs on her - a gift from the party. Before he could say anything, she had grabbed his hands and shackled him. After she had done that Angela pulled out a dog leash and collar – another gag gift from the party - and wrapped it around him. After attaching the leash, she handed it to Cheryl.

"Now home!" Cheryl said as she swatted David lightly on his bare ass and then led him by his leash, along with the excited women, to her and David's house.