Stephen Pays A Debt

4 - FRENZY

4 - FRENZY

"What I want to know Stephen, and what I bet the others would as well is this: Have you ever wanted a woman to take complete control of you? Of your body, your mind, your actions...?"

There was total silence for several seconds, no one talked, no one moved. Tara broke it, her dark eyes boring into Stephen's.

"Answer me Stephen..."

"I, uh..." Stephen's reply faltered. "I...", he couldn't break his eyes away from Tara's."What does she want?"There was no sound in the room save that of heavy breathing.

Tara let the silence linger for but a moment, then her face broke into a huge smile, she looked him up and down before tilting his chin up, holding the black silk scarf she had taken from her backpack. Her smile turned into a wicked grin.

"Ladies, I think that's a yes," she announced.

"Now. Put your hands behind your back please," Tara said, the "please" not disguising that it was a command."My hands behind my back??" What??"He hesitated, causing Tara to say more sharply, "Behind your back. Now please. At these words Stephen complied, lowering his gaze as he put his hands behind his back even as Tara slid around to join them together. Her hands made quick work of trapping his muscular arms in a silken knot, expertly making sure that he was helplessly entwined, but not so tight as to cut off his circulation. She wanted him uncomfortable, not in pain, after all. "I watched you stretch several times while you were working, so I knew that you were flexible enough for this," she whispered to him. "As you can tell, I've thought of everything," she added. She slid the stool away and stood beside him, one hand firmly gripping his silken hair. She pulled his head back, making him arch his back. She stood still for a moment, letting everyone take the scene in.

At first, it seemed a bit surreal to everyone, Tara, in her black ensemble, standing beside and behind her naked prisoner like some slave auctioneer showing the best item of the auction, the towering carved item with his hands helplessly bound behind him, even more exposed if that were possible. They watched his lungs expand and contract with every breath, every muscle flex, and as he leaned back in response to Tara's pull, his back arched and his hips thrust outward. He looked at the women gape, as his rigid penis, feeling like it was glowing with heat, thrust forward, the muscles and veins now popping out. Again, the audience gaped, hushed whispers bounced among them at the scene.

"Oh my... Stephen....", Megan sighed. "A work of art," Valerie offered. "Yeah, pornographic art.," Sophie offered. Vanessa twirled her hair as she absorbed the view. "My God would you look at that beautiful cock," she said to no one in particular.

"Brooke, would you capture this moment please?", Tara asked, and again it sounded more like a command. Brooke fumbled with her camera, still reeling from Tara's bold behavior, but as she moved around, her aim was steady as the camera did its magic.

After a few photos, Tara was ready to take Stephen, and his audience to a new and much different level. "Now Stephen, I'm going to let the women here to explore every inch of you Stephen. Every. Inch. I'm going to have them tease you, torture you, drive you out of your fucking mind. You're going to give them a night they won't forget, because I'm telling you to. Because I am in control of you tonight, your body is mine. Do you understand Stephen?

He paused. Tara pulled his hair. "Do you understand Stephen?"

"Yes..." Stephen said through tight lips.

"Say yes Tara, I understand," she ordered.

"Yes Tara I understand..." he whispered.

Tara glanced over his shoulder at his dick staring back at her, ripe and full, even from this angle its girth astonishing. She licked his ear and reached down to briefly stroke his throbbing cock. "Sorry, couldn't resist", she said in a tone that made it clear she was not sorry. She tightened her grip on his hair and released his dick before as her voice rose. "Now get on your knees and bow your head," she ordered, loud enough for the others to hear.

"God, I can't resist her. Why can't I resist her?".He did not know, but he couldn't and all watched as Stephen complied. He knelt, on his knees, head lowered as Tara gently stroked his hair.

"Look at me Stephen," Tara ordered as she moved to face him. He looked up into her dark eyes, now boring in to him, a changed woman. "Now spread your legs," Tara ordered, smiling at the others, as she nudged his legs apart with her foot, tugging at his hair. Stephen slid his legs apart slightly. Tara tilted his head up to face her. "More," she ordered, "we want to see all of you better. Every square inch. And look at me." Stephen was locked to her gaze as he widened his thighs. Tara gave him a stern, commanding stare which he was only able to meet with wide, wondering, nervous eyes. Tara glanced over to Valerie who mouthed a "WOW" before looking down at her model again.

"Oh my God", whispered Claire.

"Stephen...who would have thought." Megan wondered aloud.

"Like a slave..." Brooke opined, as she captured the moment in HD, knowing that this would be her favorite pose... so far.

"Now make your dick harder," Tara ordered as if that were possible, as she ran her bare foot along the length of his shaft, then under his testicles, bouncing them playfully before returning to slide up and down the steel rod. She could feel the veins on her toes, feel the power of his bulging cock. Everything - her tall warrior's body, his pose, his reluctance that had almost completely crumbled, and the majestic tower between his legs that was dominating the room - all of it was just as she hoped. And now it was real, oh so real. All of him, under her command. She sighed, savoring this first moment of complete control.

"Now lean back, further...spread your legs more...lean your head back...perfect," Tara told him, one hand moving to his chin, the other gripping his hair. Stephen leaned back, forcing his hips to arch upward, causing his rigid cock to point slightly back toward his stomach, as if beckoning to all the women, his legs were spread wide, his ball sac dangled freely.

Then, seemingly from nowhere, Tara produced a small bottle of baby oil which she began to dribble over Stephen's body, starting at his chest, then lower, squirting a generous amount on each leg, then finally over his rigid manhood and testicles. She paused to look at the effect before reaching down and adding a few more drops directly on the swollen head. watching it glisten in the light. You're all shiny and slick now Stephen", she purred.

"Do you like Stephen this way ladies?" Tara asked her audience. The women, their boldness and fervor feeding off of Tara held nothing back now.

"God Yes!" Claire and Rachel squealed at the same time as they gawped at the baby oil shimmering and running slowly down the length of Stephen's shaft. Their side by side faces flushed with awe and raw desire.

Megan, cheeks flaming, whispered, "I want to touch every part of him."

Sophie simply stared, biting her lip so hard it whitened.

Vanessa let out a low purr that was almost a growl.

Brooke had lost herself in her desire to record every moment. Her camera clicked repeatedly as she moved around, trying to get every angle and depth of their captive and his hungry audience.

Stephen saw and heard all of it."I'm kneeling spread eagle in front of Claire, Rachel, Valerie. Megan... My cock is sticking up, I can't control it! Why did I do this!! Why can't I say no??".

But even as his stomach knotted at Claire's delighted smile, Rachel's wicked grin, and Vanessa's raw look of lust, he couldn't move. Something held him where he was, and it wasn't simply Tara's grip on his hair or the scarf that held his arms firm. Something between a sigh and a soft moan escaped from his lips as the spark of longing that ignited the moment Tara pulled the towel from him grew into a flame, a flame that matched the burning of his humiliation and shame. His body shuddered as he surrendered to the longing. He couldn't fight any longer. His body was theirs to play with as they pleased. And he realized that even more, he was now controlled by the woman who had his hands bound behind him. His breath left his body as the sag of his body signaled that surrender.

Tara's voice snapped him from his lost struggle. She tugged Stephen's hair and said simply, "Stand up." He rose, muscles flexing, oil catching the light on every ridge and curve as he moved.

"Now, are you ready to do as you are ordered?" Tara asked in a way that was not a question. But she wanted an answer.

He hesitated before slowly responding. "Yes Tara".

"Yes what Stephen. Say it".

"Yes Tara. I'm ready to do what you tell me." he answered, more firmly this time, his heart racing as he said it, racing as he thought about what would follow. He had no idea what was comiing came next, only that his body--slick, bound, and achingly hard--was hers to command.

Tara's fingers tightened in Stephen's hair, nails grazing his scalp as she yanked his head back sharply, forcing his gaze up to meet hers. Her dark eyes blazed with raw, predatory hunger, lips curling into a wicked, triumphant smile.

"Good," she said, her voice raw, low, and thick with command, "your artists want to get a much better feel for their subject."

She paused, letting the words sink in, then added with deliberate emphasis, "Literally."

She looked at the coven, saw their hunger growing, like a pack of lionesses stalking a prey. "I heard you say you wanted to touch him? Feel him? Welllll, who wants to be first?"

The circle of women closed in, the air growing heavier, hotter. The soft jazz had given way to something darker, bass-heavy--"Closer" by Nine Inch Nails slinking through the speakers, its grinding rhythm matching the pulse in the room.

Vanessa moved first. She hiked her dress, slid one thigh between his, then the other, trapping him. She ground slowly, deliberately, hands gripping his ass and pulling him flush against her heat. "God, you feel even better than you look," she growled, as her fingers moved to his front, closing around his shaft. She looked down, gently twisting the tender head as she cupped and fondled his ball sac. She locked eyes with him.

"Do you like me playing with your dick Stephen? Do you like me squeezing your balls?"

"Uhhh huhhh" was the gasping answer.

"Such a gorgeous dick. I want this inside me. I want..."

She was interrupted as Sophie tapped her shoulder. "My turn." Vanessa reluctantly released her grip, winking at Stephen as she drew away.

Sophie's palms roamed greedily--chest, abs, then around to knead his glutes. "I've wanted to spank this ass since the first time I saw you in those jeans."

"Then do it," Tara said, turning Stephen sideways to present his backside like a gift.

Sophie didn't hesitate. Her palm cracked against one cheek, then the other--sharp, ringing smacks that made the muscle bounce and his cock leap like a conductor's baton. Shrieks and laughter erupted.

"Sophie, you're making his dick dance!" Megan squealed.

Tara turned Stephen completely around as Rachel joined in, laughing breathlessly as her palm cracked against the other cheek. "I can't believe I'm actually spanking Stephen! God his ass is hard as steel!"

Stephen groaned, eyes fluttering shut. The burn in his glutes fed straight to his erection."Rachel...Rachel is spanking me"The thought sent another surge through his already aching erection, as more swats followed until Tara turned him back around and Rachel beaming, slid one hand down to cup his balls while she ran a finger of the other hand up and down his shaft, her touch like a feather. Then she cupped the slick head and ran her palm around.

"Oh sweetie, you're going to polish him to a sheen aren't you," Valerie laughed. Finally, Rachel, playfully biting her lip, ran her finger around his slit, and with twinkling eyes, looked up as Stephen stared at her boldness. Her finger dipped inside and circled as she mouthed "I loveeee you", before turning away, raising her arms shouting "YES!".

When Brooke stepped back, smiling broadly at her oily hands, Tara tightened her grip on his hair. "Okay, ladies," Tara announced, smirking, "now that everyone's really gotten to know our model... it's time for him to perform."

Stephen's foggy mind struggled."Perform? What does she mean? She can't expect me to..."

She did.

Tara's oil-slicked hand slid down his trembling thigh and wrapped firmly around his throbbing shaft, squeezing just hard enough to draw a gasp. She leaned in, lips brushing his ear.

"We want to watch you fuck, Stephen."

His breath hitched. "Tara..."

She squeezed harder, grinning at his helpless whisper. "We. Want. To. Watch. You. Fuck." Her free hand moved behind him, one finger tracing the cleft of his ass before pressing teasingly against his rim. "Do you understand?" Any remaining vestige of resistance broke in her bound warrior.

Yes... I understand," he managed, voice tight in response to Tara's bold finger.

"Good. Now say it. Tell us you want to fuck for us."

The words stuck in his throat, but the hunger in every woman's face pulled them out. "I... I want to fuck for you."

Tara's smile widened. "Claire, it's your turn birthday girl. And Valerie, would you assist? Our model wants to put on a show."

Claire scrambled forward, nearly tripping in her eagerness, pixie face glowing with reckless excitement. She was tiny next to him, trembling as she knelt. Valerie knelt beside her, green eyes glinting with wicked amusement.

Tara stayed behind Stephen, one hand fisted in his hair, the other possessively kneading his ass, teasing his sensitive rim. She leaned close again, voice for his ears only: "Claire's a virgin too. Yours is the first cock she has ever seen. I think it's fitting that I let her assist in our show, don't you?"

Valerie guided Claire's small trembling hand to Stephen's pulsing cock. Claire gripped him tightly, the fingers of her small hand unable to meet. Claire's eyes went wide. "It's so... big..."

"Yes it is. Your first cock and you get a monster," Valerie laughed. "Now grip hard...now stroke him." Claire's hand moved slowly down Stephen's thick length, then back up. Stephen groaned in response

Then Tara's voice cracked like a whip. "Thrust into her hand, Stephen."

He hesitated, overwhelmed, hips frozen. Tara's nails dug into his scalp and ass. "I said thrust...NOW."

A sharp inhale, and his body obeyed--a shallow thrust, face burning crimson as he watched his cock slide through Claire's delicate grip.Claire stared, transfixed, then squeezed harder, feeling the hard rod of muscle and veins slide in her palm.

"Longer strokes," she ordered. "Long... Deep...and SLOW. We want you to last."

His hips rolled forward in one long, deliberate motion, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. Claire's grip sent sparks up his spine. He risked a glance upward--every woman leaned forward, eyes locked on the slick rod disappearing into Claire's tiny fist.

"They're all watching me. Looking at my dick in Claire's hand."

"Look at her," Tara commanded. "Look at sweet little Claire milking your big cock."

Stephen dropped his gaze. Claire stared, transfixed, then looked up and met his eyes. She was biting her tongue as she gave a shy but impish grin that punched the air from his lungs. She squeezed him harder. "Your dick feels so good Stephen."

"Now Valerie."

Valerie's hand replaced hers; Claire's fingers slid lower, cupping and gently squeezing his balls. At Tara's murmured encouragement, Claire's other hand crept back between the back of his thighs, then slid higher, rubbing and squeezing his ass, sliding between his legs to explore.

A guttural moan tore from Stephen's throat as Claire's hand explored, squeezing one ass cheek then the other, gently at first, then harder, the steel muscles fighting back against her intense fingers. Then, as she grew more bold, her fingers slid up and down between his oiled cheeks, swirling the oily rim. She closed her eyes as she felt the slick warmth.

"Feel him react," Tara purred to Claire. "He loves it. Tell Claire you love her playing with your ass Stephen."

"I love you playing with my ass Claire" came the moaning response.

Rachel shouted, "Go for it, Claire! Squeeze his ass. Leave your mark!" Stephen's hips bucked harder, shame and pleasure colliding as his senses were overwhelmed by the sights, sounds, and tactile effect of three women pawing him. Tara egged him on further. "Now writhe, Stephen. We want to see your whole body move."

Cheers and catcalls erupted at Stephen writhing like an eel, feminine voices combined into a wild, primal cacophony, fueling Stephen's actions as his body ignited. Every muscle strained, glistening with oil and sweat, his sculpted form rippling under the loft's warm lights. His cock, red and swollen from the friction, thrust furiously first through Valerie's fist, then Claire's, as they took turns, their hands drenched with oil, squeezing his balls, clinching his ass, as one by one, the other women would slink up and add their hands, stroking his thighs and stomach, fusing their fingers to Claire's and Valeries to add to Stephen's torture. The air was thick with the musky scent of sweat, oil, and raw desire, the music drowned out by the women's screams and Stephen's ragged moans.

"You like fucking for us, don't you, Stephen?" Tara asked, her voice a velvet blade as he continued to thrust, his hips rocking in rhythm to whoever's hands held his cock prisoner.

He didn't want to admit it. Didn't want to answer.

"Yesss..." The word escaped in a moan.

"What was that?"

"She's making me say whatever she wants. I can't resist."

"I like... fucking for you, Tara. For all of you..."

"You're a hot, muscular fuck toy Stephen. Say you're a fuck toy."

"I'm a fuck toy", he gurgled.

"Yes you are Stephen. Yes you are."

"Look at that body move. Look at those muscles." Sophie whispered aloud.

"Make him fuck harder!" Megan called, voice hoarse with excitement.

"You heard her, Stephen," Tara ordered, her grip tightening on his hair. "Fuck harder. Keep writhing, every muscle."

Stephen obeyed. His muscles responded, each one straining against another as his body thrashed about, the oil bringing out the definition of each flexed piece of steel as he gyrated.

"God he fucks like a stallion," Vanessa said between whistles.

"Tell Claire you love her pumping your cock," Tara ordered.

"Claire... I love you... pumping my cock..."

"Tell Valerie you love her playing with your balls."

"Valerie... I love you... playing with my balls..."

"Beg her to squeeze harder.. Beg her to squeeze your ass."

It didn't matter to Tara that Valerie was already squeezing his ass. She loved to hear him beg.

"Please, Valerie... squeeze my balls harder... squeeze my ass..."

Claire's grin turned downright devilish as she began stroking Stephen in earnest. Her small fist seemed overwhelmed by the massive rod she gripped, but she matched his long strokes with fervor. Valerie was treating his balls like a pair of bouncy toys, as her other hand clawed his ass cheeks, working her finger in his crack, around the rim of his anus, finger flickering and teasing the pink opening..

He was ringed in, bodies pressing closer and closer, a suffocating wall of heat and lust. Whispers gave way to shouted desires that echoed through the loft. Hands reached out from all directions to claw at Stephen's glistening thighs and chest, to join Claire and Valerie's on the pulsing missile of muscle. His body was their canvas, his moans the soundtrack to this exploding orgy.