John Kellerman: Teaser in torment

"Cream, please. Chris, what's this whole thing about?"

He put a cup in front of me and poured the black brew into it. "Okay, listen and listen good. I'll tell you once. I'm in hot to Scott, you dig? I'll lose my boat if I don't play ball. Your father knows something about the taxes of a very important person. I don't even know who it is myself – a politician with a lot, of drag. Anyway, Scott says there's a grand jury brewing and this important person wants to make sure your old man gives the right answers." Chris sipped his coffee, pulled out a chair and sat down across from me. "The other night… Scott took a few photos. Quite a few photos."

"In the dark?"

"Infrared. Special filter and lights. The army uses it all the time."

"And you knew what was happening when you made me…" I shook my head and looked down. My body tingled at the memory of Chris fucking me. I flushed red at the thought of my father seeing a singe photograph of that awful night.

"You'd better finish your coffee," Chris said. "I'm not supposed to let you out of that room."

I got up and circled the table. Chris stood quickly and backed himself between me and the stairway to the deck. I put my hands on his bare chest and started rubbing. If sex had gotten me into this, maybe sex would get me out.

"Let me go, Chris!"

"You got to be kidding. My ass is on the line now…" I rested my cheek against the curls on his chest. Then I spotted the small, hard male nipple a few inches from my mouth.

Did men like to be kissed there? Well, I knew that it did strange things to me when a boy touched or licked that spot on one of my small swells. I pushed the tip of my tongue out and rubbed it across the little nub. Chris grabbed my shoulders hard and tiled to shove me back. But I'd slipped my fingers under the front of his shorts. He shivered as my palm cupped the swelling head of his cock. I squeezed it and let it fill with blood again. It embarrassed me to touch a man's prick like that, but Chris couldn't see my face. I eyed the narrow staircase.

"Robyn… come on, I can't let you go. Jesussss!"

"Feel good, darling?" I said, acting as best I could. The first button of his shorts popped open and gave me more room to work. I undid the next one myself and pulled his hot cock up and out of his underwear. My emotions raced. I'd never handled a man's cock before. And I hadn't realized that the mere shape of a male prick in my fingers could be so disconcerting. My heart raced and my mouth had gone dry. I felt a little buzzing excitement at the very tips of my nipples. They rubbed against the oversized shirt I had on. Chris let his palm slide down over my butt. I knew he was weakening. I tilted my face up and his lips found mine hungrily. Again, I eyed the stairs. If I could just make it to the top of them, I'd be free. I could jump over the side and swim the rest of the way to the dock. There'd be too much commotion for him to catch me… there'd be people around… someone to defend me when I made it to the pier.

"I'll do anything you want," I breathed, fingering the steamy, throbbing meat I held, wondering what excited a man, what kind of movements they liked. On dates I'd rubbed a lot of guys' cocks through their jeans. For a high schooler that was enough to make them cream. But Chris was obviously more experienced.

"Suck me…"

"No!"

The words had popped from my mouth before I'd thought. It was an instinctive reaction, a reaction based on fears and revulsion's I'd had for years. But if I wanted to get out of here, I'd have to do better than that.

"I mean… y-y-y… of course, darling."

I felt the pressure of Chris' hands on my shoulders, urging me down onto my knees. I was shaking all over. Of course I couldn't suck his cock! I just knew I'd faint before I could even get the nerve to put my lips against his… his prick! But I got to my knees in front of him, my eyes shut tight. The weight of his cock rested in my hand. It was hard enough to even touch his rod. All my dating experience had been the other way around. Boys begging to let them touch me! I remembered some of my tried and true techniques for ending it when I became tired or bored. One that always worked was to let a guy dry hump until his balls were aching and then grab his cock through his jeans suddenly and squeeze like crazy. That was always good for a laugh. Usually the guy flopped around like a lame dog until he creamed his shots. Which took about ten seconds. But I only did that to guys who were really insistent on getting in my pants. The others I let go home with their tongues hard. And they'd always asked me out again, hoping for the impossible.

"What are you waiting for?" Chris asked, grabbing the sides of my head. I still couldn't look at what bobbed there before my face.

"Why don't you sit down, honey? I could do it better that way." I could hardly talk I was so wired. Surprisingly, Chris sat down. I could see his cock now, dark and angry-looking at the tip. But he'd forgotten that the stairs were closest to me now. I moved my hand up and down his prick-shaft, pulling the loose skin, rubbing it against the rigid meat underneath. That seemed to please him. He widened his thighs and stretched his legs out. His head flopped back and his belly began to heave. That's when I made my break for it.

I was up the stairs three at a time. I saw daylight, heard the sounds of the waterfront. Below I could hear Chris jerking his pants up, knocking over a chair. He'd never make it. I was free… free!

The shadow filled the stairwell suddenly. I crashed against Scott Morly's chest.

"Not this time, sweetheart." Someone giggled. A girl's voice. He pushed me down the stairs in front of him. Chris was coming up, buttoning his shorts.

"You dumb-ass sonofabitch," Scott snarled.

Chris leaned against the wall. His face was red and he kept blinking and stammering. The girl looked at him and then at me. She was very tall and very blonde. Her tits pushed out the jersey she was wearing, the nipples like, small fingers in the red material.

"She's a cute one," the blonde cooed. She pulled her long hair over the fronts of her shoulders and put a hand on Scott's shoulder.

"I can't trust this bastard any more," Scott said, looking at Chris. "But I figured that."

"She made a run for it," Chris said.

"Don't you think I know that?" Scott said. "What was she doing, playing with your balls?"

"Look, Scott, I can explain."

"Forget it. From now on, she won't be going anywhere." Scott looked at the blonde and she lifted the oversized handbag she was wearing. Scott pushed me back towards the cabin and inside. The blonde closed the door in Chris' face. I looked at my two captors. They were grinning. Scott reached into the blonde's bag and pulled out some metal loops with chains attached. It took me a few seconds to realize they were manacles.

"Please don't put those on me…" But he was already kneeling, fitting one iron band around my right ankle. It clicked shut. There was a little room left, but not enough for me to get it over my heel.

"She's got nice feet." Scott looked at the blonde. "Don't you think so, Jess?"

"You knocked her up yet?" she said, licking her lips. My mind seemed for a moment to be breaking apart. This woman named Jess sounded kinda crazy… Scott slipped another manacle over my wrist, snapped it shut.

"You'll be disappointed, Jess, but we won't be playing any games this time around. I just want a few more pictures anti we can let this one go. I don't care who she runs to then. I don't think she'll be running to anybody." He laughed and stood up. "And when her father gets a look at just a few of our little snapshots, he'll be careful of what he says to that grand jury."

"Why don't you knock her up…" The blonde touched my hair, let her fingers slide down the side of my face. "Ohhh, I'd like to see her get knocked up…"