Overpowered Men

Chapter Eight: The Final Chapter-1

Chapter Eight: The Final Chapter

Consciousness came back in the form of an earthquake of shaking that felt as if the world was coming apart. I rolled over, opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. The shaking continued but now I realized that it was someone’s hand on my shoulder trying to rouse me.

“Jack, wake up, wake up,” I heard a voice say.

I didn’t want to wake up to the nightmare my life had become so I closed my eyes again. The shaking continued.

“Jack, please wake up, please,” the voice insisted.

I opened my eyes again and the ceiling was still there. A glimmer of the tiniest spark pricked at my brain. “The ceiling?” the spark questioned.

“Jack, are you okay,” said a voice that sounded like my wife’s.

Thinking returned at a snail's pace. It was as if I had been walking in a dense fog and was finally able to see the faintest outline of something other than the pure white all around me. I looked around and my surroundings finally registered. I was in my bedroom.

“My bedroom?” I wondered and closed my eyes again.

“Jack,” my wife’s voice thundered, “this isn’t funny. I’m scared. Are you okay? Please say something. Please.”

I opened my eyes and the bedroom was still there. I turned to the hand that was shaking me and it was my wife’s. She was lying next to me in our bed with a frightened look on her face.

“What…what?” I stammered.

“Jack, can you hear me?” she asked.

“Where…where am I?”

“Oh, Jack, you had me so worried,” she said. “You were having a nightmare and it took me forever to wake you.”

“A nightmare?” I asked stupidly.

“Yes. My god, Jack, it must have been horrible,” she sobbed. “You were thrashing and screaming and crying. It took me almost a half hour to wake you. I was so scared. What happened?”

Reality slammed into me like a forty foot wave at the Banzai pipeline. It washed over me bringing a feeling of relief that felt like a hot flush of pleasure that started at my toes and moved to the top of my head. “A nightmare,” my mind told me, “the whole thing was only a nightmare.”

I suppose that, if I had been something other than a typical guy, there were dozens of possible actions I could have taken right then. I only thought of one. My hand moved to the center of my universe and found two balls and a d**k. Everything was intact! My hand stroked my unfettered p***s and it immediately hardened into a rod that could have penetrated a steel wall. Foreplay was not in my vocabulary as I rolled over onto my wife and pinned her to the mattress. I captured her right n****e in my mouth and drove my needy member into her cunt.

My desire was such that her body responded within a few seconds and we f****d like rabbits for the next hour. We screwed each other like we were teenagers again. After my first two orgasms I found my stride and managed to make her scream like she was going to die through three massive climaxes. In many ways it was the best s*x I had ever had and when it was over we lay there with the closeness that comes from knowing each other’s needs and satisfying them completely.

“Gosh, Jack,” she gushed after we both recovered, “that must have been some dream. Was it about some of those kinky things you like? Were you dreaming about being forced to serve as a pony?”

How close she guessed was disturbing. She never thought of things like that so why now? I was curious but I didn’t want to remember the horror and I certainly didn’t want to share so I closed my eyes and said nothing.

My life gradually returned to normal. We behaved like newlyweds for the next week but the ‘nightmare’ had changed something deep inside of me and thoughts of asking for any form of domination actually turned me off. I had learned a lesson and thanked my lucky stars that it had been so cheap.

When the package in the plain brown wrapper arrived in our mailbox about two weeks later I carried it into the house like it was a bomb waiting to go off. I set it carefully on the coffee table and stared at it for twenty minutes. I didn’t open it as I already knew what was inside. As in one of the lines from the poem by Robert Frost’s titled, “The Road not Taken”, two divergent paths opened in front of me. I already knew where the one in the package led. I chose the other.

I grabbed a small bag from the closet, put in a change of clothes and my passport. I walked to the bank and withdrew all of the money in our savings account. I grabbed a taxi to the airport and then a Delta flight to Mexico City where I bought a one way ticket to Cuba on Air Mexicana with cash. In Havana I again paid cash for another one way to Bogotá, Columbia and then on to…well, it doesn’t matter where.

I live in the islands now. I fish, do odd jobs and crew on a forty-five foot catamaran when they need a deckhand. I have an island girl-friend who I see once every week or so and make love to as if she is a jewel that needs to be cherished. After six months my nightmares have finally receded to the status of vaguely disturbing unpleasant memories. They don’t wake me up clutching at my chest for air anymore.

I came through the door that evening with a ten pound grouper that I had speared just minutes before in the tide pool out front. My thoughts were occupied with thinking of what I would fix to go with it for dinner when I saw the plain brown wrapped package sitting on my coffee table. My wife was perched on the couch. I looked from her to the package and the rush of fear stopped me dead in my tracks.

“Hi, Jack,” she laughed, “surprised to see me?”

Panic kept me from talking. I stared at her stupidly.

“I brought your mail, Jack,” she purred nodding toward the package. “When you didn’t come home I opened it for you. I knew it was something you’ve always wanted to do so I brought it here for us to make the arrangements to go there.”

It took about five seconds before the fight or flight response that is buried in all of us took over. I dropped the fish, scooped my passport from the desk and sprinted for my car. I was ten feet away from it when something wrapped itself around my legs and put me on the ground like a tree that had just been felled by a lumberjack. Before I could catch my breath my hands were wrenched behind me and cuffed together. A rough hand on my shoulder rolled me over and I looked up at the smiling face of the Gaucho girl of my nightmares. She leaned down, unwrapped her three ball boleadora from my legs and shoved a gag in my mouth. My wife sauntered out of the house with a satisfied smirk lighting up her face.

“I’m giving you what you were always begging me for, Jack,” she said. “I’m going to let you live out your dream of being captured and forced to serve as a dumb animal. I know you’re scared right now but you’ll thank me for this later. We are going to have so much fun and I just know you are going to love your new life.”

Come On, It’ll Be Fun

“Hi, Trent.” I heard the familiar voice as I was sitting in the b**m club with a couple of my friends.

I turned so see who had spoken, and saw Sherry in the next booth. I thought Sherry was hot—great body, flashing eyes, all the right stuff—but we had never clicked.

“Hi, Sherry,” I said. “What brings you here?”

“Probably like you,” she said, “just watching the action and looking for someone to play with.”

“Yeah,” I said, “it’s pretty dead tonight.”

“Hey,” she said as if a great idea had just occurred to her, “why don’t we switch?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I play with you for an hour and then you play with me,” she said.

“I don’t know,” I mumbled.

“Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“Who goes first?” I asked.

“It doesn’t matter to me,” she said, offhandedly, “I figure whoever goes second is going to get the worst of it because the first person will want to make it worse.”

She had a point. If I went first then no matter what she did to me I could find ways to top her performance.

“Okay,” I said, “I’ll go first.”

I took off my clothes. She put me on the bar in the middle of the room and raised my hands so that my feet came off the floor. She cuffed my ankles together.

“Anytime you’ve had enough just say so,” she said gaily, picking up the single tail whip.

I couldn’t believe that a slip of a girl like her could hit so hard. She walked around me, whipping me everywhere. I could see the welts forming and when she hit my d**k the first time I screamed for her to stop.

“But, Trent,” she laughed, “we still have fifty-five minutes before it’s your turn.”

“I know but you said anytime I had enough we could stop.”

“I meant I would stop whipping you but only if you agree to be my slave for the rest of the evening,” she explained.

“That’s not what we agreed to.” I pointed out.

“I know that, silly,” she laughed, “I’m just giving you a choice.”

“No, Sherry, I don’t want to do that. Now let me down.”

“Not yet, big boy, I have more time.”

She started whipping me again and harder. Some of the lashes had opened cuts and were bleeding. I pleaded with her to stop but she whipped me for five more minutes, then she hit my d**k twice.

“Wow,” she gushed, finally taking a break, “this is hard work.”

“Please, Sherry, no more!” I cried out. The pain was becoming unbearable.

“Trent, I gave you an option. Agree to be my slave for the rest of the evening and I’ll stop.”

I really didn’t have a choice, seeing that she was going to cheerfully maim me. I nodded my head.

“Oh, Trent,” she giggled, “I’m so glad you agreed.”

Like I had a real choice? She dropped me to my feet and undid my ankles.

“Just a few things to make sure you obey,” she said.

She locked a collar around my throat, another around my ball sack, then she stepped back and showed me the remote in her hand.

“The one around your neck is a bark collar,” she explained. “It will activate if you try to speak and I can also activate it from this remote. The one on your nuts is an invisible fence collar that I can activate from the remote.”

She looked at me gleefully and pushed a button. It felt like a mule had kicked me in the nuts. I tried to scream and the collar around my neck gave me a jolt that almost caused me to pass out.

“Two for the price of one,” she chuckled. “Just one more item and we’re ready to get you started on your big adventure.”

She walked toward me with a piece of rawhide in her hand. On one end was what looked like a roach clip.

“I find that the frenum really hurts,” she said, clipping it to the skin on the underside of my p***s next to the head.

I screamed, which caused the shock collar to zap me again. She threaded the rawhide through my buttocks and tied it off on the collar. Dropping me to the ground completely, she uncuffed me and clipped a leash to the rawhide.

“Let’s go walkies,” she said lifting the leash just enough to pull on my d**k.

I raised my ass up to take the pressure off then followed her to the booth I had been in, where my roommates Jim and Frank looked at me shell-shocked.

“Who wants a blow job?” Sherry asked cheerily as we stopped at the booth.

Frank looked uncomfortable but Jim eyed me greedily.

“What do you mean?” Jim asked.

“Trent here confessed to me that he has always wanted to suck you guys off,” she lied.

I wanted to set them straight but I knew the collar would zap me. I started to shake my head but she anticipated that and shot me in the balls. I cringed waiting for her next move. She could see Frank wasn’t going for it but Jim was salivating.

“Actually, Jim,” she said expanding the lie, “he told me he has always secretly wanted to be your slave.”

Jim believed her and immediately unzipped his pants and pulled out his c**k. I was powerless to stop Sherry as she used the leash to guide me so that my lips were touching it.