Overpowered Men

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Room 110 at the Flying J was located on the back corner of the dirt parking lot of the hotel, secluded from the view of the office and most of the other rooms. There were no other cars in the lot at all when he parked his car in front of the door five minutes early and the thought occurred to him that this might just be an elaborate hoax, but he stepped to the door and knocked anyway. When no one answered his knock he cautiously tried the knob and, finding the door unlocked, stepped into the room.

Room 110 was exactly like thousands of motel rooms anywhere. It had a small table by the door with two chairs, a king-sized bed with nightstand and a clock, and in the back, a bathroom with sink, tub and toilet. The major article of difference between this room and the countless others he had been in was that each of the four corner posts of the bed had steel handcuffs attached to them with one cuff left open.

Matthew’s prick sprang to attention as his body processed the setting and his mind filled in the scene with what he imagined was going to happen in the next hour or so. He ripped at his clothes in his haste to get undressed and into the position that his new Mistress, Mrs. Watson, had told him to assume. He had a small amount of trouble getting the last cuff to click shut but within three minutes of entering the room he was completely helpless and certainly not going anywhere until someone showed up to set him free. The reality of his position was only now sinking in, he was trapped, he was vulnerable, he was powerless, he was completely defenseless and totally at the mercy of someone he had never met and had only talked to briefly on the phone. The fear of this terrifying reality only added fuel to his excitement causing his d**k to throb with need.

When the door opened and she walked in she wasn’t what he had expected at all. Somehow in his thoughts Mrs. Watson was tall, slim, beautiful and sexy. The woman who walked through the door with a look on her face like a cat who had just captured a canary was short, squat and a fair bit on the fat side. She looked to be in her mid fifties and was wearing a mid-length dress that showed off stumpy legs. Her breasts were a bit large for his tastes and they sagged onto her stomach, which stuck out as if she were six months pregnant. Large arms, heavy neck and a face that was sagging a little with age. Her gray hair was done up in a severe style that set off her eyes which were the one feature that mesmerized him. Her eyes were cold unblinking cruel blue orbs that looked at Matthew as if he were nothing but a piece of meat. A twinge of fear curled up in his stomach and began a trip up his chest and the s****l bliss that he had been enjoying, the haze of ecstasy, was having a raging battle with his intellect. Intellect was winning.

“Hello, Matthew,” she said sweetly, “or perhaps I should say hello, slave, as that is what you are now, my slave.”

Matthew was too frightened and too at a loss for words to say anything so he just lay there waiting for her next move.

“Cat got your tongue, slave?” she laughed. “Well that’s not all this cat is going to have.”

Matthew closed his eyes as if the nightmare would go away.

“Let me tell you a story, slave,” she purred. “It’s about your new position in life.”

“When we’re finished here today,” she continued, “you will be my permanent slave. Oh, you will still have your life, sort of, but you will be at my beck and call forever. My husband served me for the past thirty years until he died last month and you are his replacement.”

Mathew was confused by her ranting, how could she keep him as a slave? She had to let him go sometime, didn’t she? The next hour or so was probably going to be a bit unpleasant but after that what could she do?

“First, however, I need to scratch this itch that is a month old now,” she chuckled.

Matthew watched in horror as she removed her clothing article by article revealing pound by pound a body that was nowhere near his ideal, nor one that he would have picked to date and certainly not part of any of the hot mean lean girls in his head. When she stood before him finally in all of her naked splendor it was worse than he had imagined. Her thighs were huge, her buttocks beyond bulbous, her breasts did hang down on her stomach and her stomach had a roll of fat that hung over her crotch almost obscuring her p***y.

She wasted no time in hoisting her bulk onto the bed, straddling his face and placing her hairy crotch over his mouth. Reaching back with one hand she grabbed his balls and gave them a squeeze that caused him to scream into her cunt.

“Oh, Jesus, I like that,” she said softly while rubbing her p***y deeper into his mouth.

“Eat me or I’ll rip these off,” she demanded and squeezed his balls harder.

Matthew spent the next hour learning just what she liked. By the time she rolled off of his face, his mouth and tongue were sore and his jaw felt like he had been at the dentist. As she dressed she quietly hummed to herself, obviously completely satisfied and in the afterglow that comes with great s*x.

When she was dressed she removed a strange contraption from her bag and spent some time securing it around Matthew’s waist and genitals. From what he could see looking down it completely encapsulated his prick and balls and was locked in place with recessed multi-tumbler high security locks.

“Slave, I know you are wondering what that is and what it might mean to you,” she giggled, “and I plan to show you the main features in just a moment but first…”

Her hand came out of her bag a second time with a nasty looking p***s gag that she shoved into his mouth and buckled in place.

“Just a temporary measure while I demonstrate,” she said, pushing a button on the remote in her hand.

The reaction was instantaneous. It felt like someone had just set off a cattle prod on his balls. Matthew was wailing in agony.

“That, slave, is the lowest setting. The highest will fry those completely off. Do you need a further demonstration?”

Matthew frantically nodded his head from side to side in a vigorous no, he had the picture.

“Good,” she snickered. “It is, of course, also a chastity belt which will keep you from playing with that puny worm you have. I will grant you some release from time to time but you will have to earn it. I should warn you that my poor husband was very good after thirty years of serving me and he only got to beat his thing about once a month.”

“Anyway,” she continued, “everything you need to know about your new life is explained in the document I’m leaving for you. Read it and follow it carefully.”

She moved to the bed, removed the gag, placing it back in her bag, unlocked one cuff, placed the key in his hand and walked to the door.

Turning on her way out she said, “By the way, the belt is inescapable and will cut off your package if you try. Also, I know everything about you, your ex, your daughter, where you live, everything, and I have safeguards in place should you attempt to go to the authorities. At the very least you will lose your manhood. Accept that you are now going to live the dream that used to keep that little third leg sore all of the time and learn to enjoy those aspects that excited you.”

With that she was gone.

A stinging zap as bad as the first one brought Matthew out of his reverie and back to reality. Everything she had said that first day had come true, there had been no way out though he had tried and had been punished for it. It had taken six months before he had come to accept his new existence, recognizing that this would be his life forever or at least until she died. He still had his house, his job and his life but was at her instant beck and call any moment of the day like now.

Somehow he got through the next hour, speeding to gain time, waiting by the side of the road for the blasts to his groin that incapacitated him for a few minutes and eventually arriving at the rear of her house where he parked his car as he had many times before. Stepping into the little shed against the outside of her back fence, he swiftly removed his clothes leaving only the horrible belt that was the blight on his existence and was not removable. Falling to his hands and knees he pushed through the doggie door that let him through the fence and crawled rapidly across her back yard and up onto her back porch to press the button that let her know he was in position.

When she appeared fifteen minutes later wearing nothing but a flimsy robe that did nothing to cover her disgustingly corpulent body he breathed a sigh of relief. The way she was dressed indicated that at least today wasn’t a day with multiple friends both male and female to serve, at least it wasn’t one of those hideously degrading days when she made him suck d**k and lent him out to be dildo raped by her girl friends, but rather merely a day of endless repulsive oral worship.

“You’re late, slave,” she said coldly, “that’ll be another month of darkness for your worm.”

With a sick heart he followed her into the house for another session of hell.

The Broken Shower

“Do you guys want to get in the hot tub?” Mandy asked our guests.

It was the end of a lovely evening with our new friends John and Keri. We had only known them for two weeks but we seemed to be fast friends already. My wife’s suggestion would be a nice way to end the evening.

“We didn’t bring our suits,” Keri said disappointedly.

“You don’t need them,” my wife said, “we never bother with suits.”

Keri piped right up, “That sounds great, Mandy, we’ll just go get a shower and be right there.”

“Uh…Keri,” I stuttered, “the downstairs shower is broken.”

“No problem, Brice,” she grinned, “we can shower with you guys. It’s not like we won’t see all of each other in the tub anyway.”

She had a point. We traipsed upstairs and got undressed. Our shower is big enough to sleep in. Multiple overhead jets, wall jets and even a hand held. It was easily big enough for four people to shower at the same time. I turned everything on and we got in.

The problem started right away. John was eyeing my wife and he got an erection. He casually pushed Keri down to her knees to take care of his need. Before she started sucking him Keri glanced at me with a little smile.

“I hope you aren’t embarrassed, Brice,” she said, “but I’m going to have to take care of this little problem before we join you guys in the tub. Otherwise John would embarrass himself.”

She wrapped her lips around his pole and I got an instant erection. It looked like I was going to be the one who was embarrassed because one of the things my wife never did was give me head. I was contemplating what to do about my erection when I felt her hand on my shoulder pushing me down.

“Oh s**t,” I thought, “not that, not now, please!”

“I have to pee, honey,” was all she said.

I got in position hoping that John and Keri were too occupied to notice what was happening. They were, for the moment, but before my wife was done Keri had finished up with John and stepped over next to her.

“So you have him give you head before the tub also?” she laughed.