Stephen Pays A Debt

6 - AFTERMATH

6 - AFTERMATH

Stephen's breathing slowed as he lay on the table, his trembling body pressing against the cool surface. Table? Oh yes, someone had dragged it to where he stood and Tara had guided his exhausted body and ordered him to sit on it and kneel. He had immediately obeyed, settling back into the large pillow Valerie had placed under his head and neck, her green eyes glinting as she watched Tara guide his knees apart, forcing his thighs to yawn open. Once again she told him, "always spread your legs when you kneel for me Stephen." He nodded quietly, mind still reeling, as he widened his legs further. Tara smiled at his ready obedience. "He'll be kneeling like this more than he knows"she thought.

Then Tara tied two more scarves above Stephen's knees, and bound them to the table legs, pulling his legs apart just to the point of discomfort. His chiseled frame seemed to glow under the loft's warm lights, slick with oil and his own creamy man juice, smeared across his abs and thighs. His manhood, swollen and aching from the memory of Claire's and Valerie's clenches throbbed dully, as layers of oil and cum against his skin gave off a reddish glow. The heat of his body caused oil and cum to dribble down his body and drip onto the surface of the table. His massive testicles, raw and tender from relentless hands, hung low, exposed and vulnerable between his spread and quivering thighs. His ass still smarting from gripping and clawing fingers, clenched as he recalled Valerie teasing his anus. His wrists and thighs were tightly bound by Tara's silk scarf, the fabric biting into his skin as struggled against them. His splayed and displayed naked body, aglow from focused lights, was figuratively and literally, the center of attention.

Tara stood nearby, her dark eyes gleaming as she surveyed her prize, was joined by Valerie. She reached out and held Valerie's hand as she whispered, "Look at him, your perfect trophy, spread out like a fucking feast".

"Um hmmm, covered in his own gravy", Tara responded The quiet laughter that greeted her remark made Stephen's face burn anew.

Stephen's animal arousal had long faded into a haze, but Tara and Valerie's comments and the resulting laughter, replaced that haze with a tidal wave of shame and humiliation. His breathing quickened as he felt all eyes upon him again, and their laughter brought him back to this moment and the memory of what had just happened.

He was suddenly aware of Tara beside him. "Ladies, give me a moment with our charge. He needs to wind down anyway. Please, relax and help yourself to more wine."

She moved to the front of the table and knelt, bringing her face next to his, looking at him with a combination of tender affection and proud ownership.

"I love the way she looks at me,"he thought, stomach churning again.

He felt her warm breath on his face.."Well Stephen I guess we should have a talk now that, well...you know, after all this," she whispered gazing into his confused blue eyes. "This has been quite a night for you hasn't it", she cooed while stroking his hair and running a feathery finger softly along his cheek. "Not quite the innocent modeling session you thought it was going to be.

"God, he looks so adorable lying there, confusion, embarrassment, etched into those deep blue eyes. And so beautiful tied and displayed. I could leave him like this all week."

She continued. "Do you know what CFNM stands for Stephen?" Stephen looked at her and shook his head. "It stands for clothed female, naked male. I guess you've figured out who the naked male is and who the others are," she smiled, nodding toward his naked body, then at the clothed ladies.

"You can't believe what happened can you Stephen? You can't believe what is happening right now", Tara said, once again running her gaze up and down his nude form. He closed his eyes in response.

"No" he managed to croak.

"Well it happened Stephen. It's all too real. You stripped naked for me and our friends - Valerie, Claire, Rachel, everyone. Your friends ogled and mauled every inch of your body. Every. Part. Of. Your. Beautiful. Body. And yes Stephen, you fucked like an animal in front of a crowd of women. Frankly I was amazed." She paused as he again relived the night, his stomach doing flips as the images and sounds played in his mind.

"I know. I know. Why is she doing this?"But he couldn't take his eyes from hers as she pressed on.

"And now here we are. Here you are, so exposed now, so vulnerable - naked, slathered in oil and your own cum, tied up and displayed under my lights. Like you're on stage... and everyone is looking at you again. Looking at your body...at your magnificent body. EVERYTHING on display.

Tara waited. "You feel sooooo exposed don't you Stephen."

"Yesss" Stephen whimpered.

"You're embarrassed aren't you Stephen. You're embarrassed by what you did. What we did to you. How you acted. Embarrassed to be lying spread out with your cock under the light for all to see, still dripping your cum. Your balls hanging like a chandelier".

"I...Yessss. Fuck...yessss...Tara...please", Stephen whispered, his face crimson with humiliation.

"Are you ashamed my pet." Her voice was honeyed torture.

"Yesssss. Let me get dressed", he whimpered as he tried to close his legs and free his arms to no avail.

"No baby. You are beautiful just like you are. I like putting your beautiful body on display...No, I love it." And yes baby, your reaction is even more beautiful. I LOVE you turning red with embarrassment and humiliation."

At this moment she had never felt such power, such control. Here was a man who could lift her like a toy and that powerful body and the mind it contained was hers to control, to command. It was intoxicating. She was breathing as hard as Stephen was now as she took all of him in again. And now he would realize it wasn't the scarves that held him in place.

"Stephen...look at your cock." He looked at Tara instead, confused, still trying to process all that she was saying.

"Stephen. Look at your cock." A command this time.

Stephen glanced down. His dick was rock hard, pointing at him, as if it was mocking his discomfort.

"Your dick is hard Stephen."

"I know. I know"

Why is your dick hard Stephen?" Tara smirked.

"You're embarrassed, your humiliated, ashamed, you're struggling to close your legs. And your dick is hard." She waited.

"You know why, don't you my sweet beautiful boy." she whispered.

Stephen blinked. He shook his head, trying to deny the truth.

"Say it Stephen."

"Because...I..." Stephen stammered.

"Say it..."

"Because I like it."

Tara's broad smile confirmed that the last brick in Stephen's wall had crumbled. "Say it again, Stephen"

"Because I like it. I like it Tara..." Stephen responded more firmly, as self-realization grew. His dick throbbed as his confession spilled out.

"You don't just like it beautiful boy, you love it. You crave it. Almost as much as we craved it. Isn't that right Stephen?"

Stephen hesitated, then nodded his surrender. "Yes Tara. I loved it. I love it."

"You should love it dear boy. You're incredibly handsome. You've honed this incredible body to perfection, and it should be enjoyed by women. A public resource for women. ALL OF YOU Stephen, it's all meant to be used for women's pleasure. That's the way it is and should be. You were made for this. I think you now know that now. It's your duty...your purpose".

Silence...thinking...acceptance.

"Yes Tara..."

Tara waited.

"It's my duty to give women pleasure..."

"To be a toy for women..say it"

"It's my duty to be a toy for women."

"You accept your purpose and your place."

"I accept my purpose and my place Tara..."

"Good boy Stephen....good boy", she purred. "Now, say that you belong to me Stephen".

"I belong to you Tara"...

"Your body belongs to me...."

"My body belongs to you Tara". With every utterance Stephen's cock pulsed with heat, with a desire to be once again used.

"Perfect Stephen."

She brought her face to his, capturing his gaze, his surrender, his submission. "You do belong to me Stephen. You are my pet, my toy, my slave, my trophy, to do with what I want, when I want. You are mine. I have soooo much planned for us Stephen. How I'm going to show you off, put you on display, women you know and don't know will enjoy you and will have me to thank."

"Say I will do as you command Tara".

Almost eagerly Stephen responded, trembling, his body wracked by new desire. "I will do as you command Tara."

"Good boy Stephen. Now, do you want me to cover you up?" she asked, stroking his chest. Stephen hesitated, but she knew his answer before he whispered, "No...Tara...I don't. My body should be on display."

Tara laughed, "That's my pet. I wasn't going to anyway. But it's good that you know your purpose. Now the other women want to say goodnight. And you will eagerly allow your body to be at their disposal. I think Claire's going to bust if we keep her waiting any longer."

Once again, Stephen blushed, but nodded meekly. Tara laughed. "So shy again... oh baby, you have no secrets from these women now. Get used to it", she laughed again.

She started to turn, but then put her hand under his chin, locking eyes with him. "Oh, and Stephen...that vase you broke? It was worthless, I got it at a Goodwill for a dollar, and you didn't break it. I did. I think I'll put the shards back together and keep it as a reminder, a symbol of how I broke you, then remade you" she said, smiling wickedly at the wide eyed realization in her new boy toy. She licked his ear as she ran her fingers along his cock and balls, giving both a firm squeeze As she kissed him tenderly but leaving no doubt that her ownership was complete.

Everyone said goodnight. Brooke, Vanessa, Megan, Sophie, and finally Rachel and Claire, each one lingering for a few moments alone with their subject. They shared hushed thoughts, whispers, parting kisses to their still-bound and displayed model--some soft and delicate, others deep and passionate--along with final, yearning caresses and strokes of Stephen's helpless cock and balls. Brooke demanded a "real" photography session, Vanessa mentioned a cousin's divorce party, and so on.

Rachel giggled her awe at the fact that he could be hard again so quickly. "You are incredible. I can't wait for the next party. Until then...see you next week", she said winking and leaving no doubt that his future visits to the non-profit would be different.

Claire had lingered longest, fingering his cock as she rushed out a jumble of hushed words - "I can't believe it... you... my first... I'll never... every time we talk... I want more... I want you to be my first...Oh Stephen..." Somehow, with each goodbye, Stephen grew harder and harder until he thought his cock would explode.

After saying goodbye, each woman thanked Tara for "a fantastic evening" and left with an air kiss toward their bound Adonis.

Now only Tara and Valerie remained.

Stephen now lay on his stomach on what Valerie had dubbed the "display table," the din of the night's frenzy now a distant echo, completely faded after the guests departed. His arms and legs were now freed of their bindings, and yet he remained bound by his own surrender and the will of the two women standing on each side of him as they whispered and cooed in relaxing, mellow whispers.

They started with his neck and shoulders--Tara on his left, Valerie on his right. Tara poured warm water from a bowl--so warm it steamed faintly in the cooler air--straight down the groove of his spine. It hit the small of his back and fanned out, racing in rivulets over the curve of his ass, slipping between his cheeks like liquid silk. Wherever it touched, his skin prickled into gooseflesh despite the heat.

"Relax your shoulders, Stephen," Tara whispered, her voice softer than it had been all night, yet still commanding. Stephen sank further into the table.

Valerie squeezed a soft cloth, dribbling soapy liquid down the valley of his spine, watching it run over the curve of his ass and disappear between his thighs.

"God, this back," she breathed. "Every muscle shows when you breathe. It's obscene... and perfect."

They worked lower. Cloths glided over his lower back, the swell of his glutes, the backs of his thighs.

"Arch your ass, Stephen... higher," Valerie murmured, her tone matching Tara's. Stephen drew his knees up slightly, pushing his curved sprinter's butt toward the ceiling as Tara slid a tall pillow beneath his hips. "There. That should keep you in place."

"I will never get tired of this ass," Tara murmured. She proved the point immediately--her palm cracking softly against one cheek, then the other, not hard, but enough to make the muscle jump and draw a quiet gasp from him. Valerie smiled at the sound, tracing the faint pink bloom with gentle fingers.

Valerie placed her hands on the backs of his thighs and slowly ran them up his legs, over his protruding buns, up his back, then slowly, deeply, back down. "Squeeze your ass cheeks for us," she commanded softly. She marveled at the steel beneath the soft skin as her fingernails etched faint pink lines into the taut flesh. His whole body was hard muscle and sinew under her palms. "God... he really is a living statue," she murmured to Tara.

Every few seconds one of them would squeeze a fresh stream of sudsy water and let it cascade between his cheeks. Then Tara set her cloth aside and placed both bare hands on his thighs, running them slowly up, past his ass, to his back and shoulders several times before stopping on his ass. She kissed the shell of his ear. "We're going to get you so clean. Everything. Every single inch. Now, be a good boy."

She placed each hand on a butt cheek, and thumbs pressing into the muscle, she spread him open--slow and deliberate.

Stephen's breath hitched; he spontaneously lifted and clenched. Tara's thumbs pressed his cheeks outward and pressed him back down tenderly. "Shh, baby...no hiding anything... not from us." Her thumbs pressed outward as Valerie drizzled more warm water directly over his exposed hole, watching it clench and flutter. Then she traced one slippery finger between Tara's thumbs, around his rim, light as a feather. Tara kept him open as Valerie circled around his rim, tracing, pressing, finally slipping between Tara's thumbs with the ease of soap and leftover oil. Stephen made a broken sound into the pillow. "That's right my sweet boy. Valerie is in you too. We both own all of you."

"You have a cute asshole, Stephen," Valerie added with a soft giggle, exploring deeper, fighting against Stephen's clenched muscles. "No fighting baby. Let me in. Let me in," Valerie cooed. Stephen relented, allowing Valerie to slide in further. His cock, fully hard again, throbbed against the pillow beneath him.

Valerie added a second finger alongside the one inside him, scissoring gently, tenderly. With a moan, Stephen's back arched involuntarily, his hard muscles re-clenching tight around Valerie's fingers. Then Tara reached underneath him with her free hand, moved the pillow aside slightly, and slid along his shaft, rubbed circles around the throbbing head before deftly sliding inside the tip, his trickling cum easing the friction to allow her to probe deep, deeper, until he gasped.

"Feel that?" Tara asked, voice low and wondering. "Of course you do. We're both deep inside you. Inside your ass, inside your beautiful dick. The women who know you best...now we truly know you best. Every part of you belongs to us Stephen."

Valerie kept her own fingers moving inside his ass, rubbing gently, wiggling like a minnow, soothing the tenderness she had helped create. The sensation of Tara and Valerie inside his most private places caused Stephen to clench every muscle from head to toe, half-whimpering, half-moaning from the combination of vulnerability and renewed arousal. As his ass arched involuntarily, opening himself even more to the gentle probing fingers of these two women who owned him, as he whispered "yesss", it was clear that, even through his hesitancy, he embraced their control over him with every fiber of his being. "Tara.....Valerie...finger my ass," he murmured.

Tara and Valerie moved higher, so their faces, glowing, hovered mere inches from his, the scent of their hair washing over him, the possessive gleam in their eyes now softened with something deeper--pride, affection, ownership reborn as care.

Valerie purred, "That's right Stephen, your body is trying to pull us deeper. You want us to own you. Completely. We have you and we're keeping you."

Stephen was trembling all over, forehead pressed to the pillow, breath coming in ragged gasps that slowly evened under their touch. Then Tara pulled his hair aside and kissed the back of his neck.

"Turn over for us, baby."

He rolled onto his back, legs falling open naturally now, cock jutting up thick and flushed against his stomach. Tara's dark eyes were huge, soft, yet merciless in their love. "I want to watch you come one more time, feel you come" she whispered. "Just for us. Let us remake you."

Tara reached underneath him with her free hand, moved the pillow aside slightly, and wrapped her fingers around his aching cock. She started a slow, soft, lazy stroke--just enough to comfort, to possess, to rebuild what she had so thoroughly torn down earlier. Up under his balls, over the shaft, thumb swiping across the head, circling around, then inside, before slithering back down--each motion deliberate, tender, a silent vow: "I own you. And I will take you to places you've never dreamed of and you will cherish it."

They parted his legs wider, brought his knees up gently to give Valerie easier access to continue her slow, soothing probing while Tara continued her slow, elegant motions. Their hands moved in perfect rhythm now--slow, steady, inevitable. Fingers inside him curling and stroking tenderly, palms gliding over his slick shaft, thumbs circling the head on every upstroke with care. Fingers caressing his swollen balls. No audience. No shouting. Just the wet sounds of soap and skin, soft but heavy breathing, and Stephen's own ragged, grateful moans as the two women who knew him best claimed his body and mind, utterly and completely.

He lasted less than three minutes.

The climax rolled through him like a warm tide. No screaming, no ropes of cum arcing across the room, no women cheering. Just a long, shuddering pulse that emptied him in thick, steady waves into Tara's gentle grip, while Valerie milked his prostate with slow, tender pressure--his previous cries replaced by low, broken moans of pure surrender and relief.

"Oh yes Stephen, you beautiful thing, keep going...let it all out for us", Valerie whispered.

Tara caught every drop, smoothing it over his cock and balls like lotion, cooing praise the whole time. "Oh, Stephen... my sweet beautiful boy... that's it... like Valerie said, let it all out for us... such a beautiful mess"

Valerie continued her milking and Tara kept stroking him, gently, soothingly, until the last aftershock left his body, the last drop of liquid oozed from the tip of his softening dick, and he sank, drained and boneless, into the table-- torn down but also remade.

Finally, Tara leaned down, kissed his forehead, then his lips--slow, claiming, tender. Valerie mirrored her on the other side, pressing a soft kiss to his temple before she too kissed Stephen long and deep. Both women's hands continued feathering Stephen's spent body, his cum spread to mix with his earlier discharge.

Valerie whispered into his ear, "Beautiful boy...we've got you. We'll always take care of you". Tara beamed at her friend claiming Stephen as partly hers.