Happy Violations

Though there is a happy ending, this story features violence and intimidation and may not be to all tastes. Please skip this story if it offends your sensibilities.

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At ten o'clock that night, James and Liv were watching the news in the living room of their apartment. The couple, stripped down to their sleepwear, were bathed in the blue flickering light of the television and nearly napping at the end of a long day of work.

But it was Friday. Ten was too early to go to bed, and now that they were in their thirties, it felt too late to go out. If they followed their routine, they'd watch a movie after the news and go to bed around one in the morning.

James looked forward to lying in on Saturday and Sunday mornings. He usually woke with Liv's mouth or hands on his cock to begin their weekend love affair. Weekdays were just too tiring. He couldn't imagine how life would be if they hadn't decided to remain childless.

The anchorwoman droned on about the economy and James felt his head falling on his chest until he thought he heard a determined rap at the door.

Liv heard it too, pulling her own head up out of a doze. "Was that someone knocking?"

"I'd better check," James said, pulling on his housecoat and walking over to the apartment door.

He listened for a moment. There was a peephole in the door, but he couldn't see anyone. After a few seconds, he visibly relaxed and turned back to Liv.

"I think it's someone playing a prank. Nicky-Nicky-nine-door, or something."

"I haven't heard of that since I was a kid," Liv said.

"Me neither."

The doorbell rang and James and Liv shared a perturbed look. James turned back to the door, determined to catch the offending children, probably the Amos kids from two doors down. James would swing the door wide on them and give them a good scare, then talk to Mike Amos about keeping his kids out of his hair. He sighed, thanking God again he and Olivia didn't have children.

He yanked the door wide open and three large men in bulky clothes, gloves, hoods and masks shoved him backward, so that he tripped over a pair of his shoes and landed on the living room floor.

"Surprise, Motherfucker," the first man through the door said.

The men were inside and the door was almost instantly closed and locked behind them. The first man stood with his boot across James's neck. The other two men crossed the room to where Liv was. James could only partially see her on the couch when they immobilized her there and took away her cellphone before she could tap out 9-1-1. One of the men collected James' phone too from the table beside the couch. They didn't have a landline.

"Okay, if you two stay calm and don't do anything stupid, you'll come out of this just fine."

Liv started to scream, but the sound was stifled by a gloved hand. She tried to bite the fingers, but the thick leather prevented her from seriously harming the man's hand. He leaned in and told her to stop biting or she wouldn't like what happened. James could see her forcibly relax in the hands of her captors.

"Liv," he croaked, the boot heavy on his throat. "It'll be alright. Do what they say."

"Yeah, Liv," the first man said. "What your old man said. If you cooperate, you won't get hurt."

"What... what do you want?" James asked.

The first man responded. "What's your name?"

"James."

"I like it when people get straight to the point. I think we can do business. So, what we want here is money and a piece of ass."

Liv made a sound like a sob and James snarled.

"Save the anger, James. It's too late for it to do any good. Your concern is how you get you and the missus out of this predicament with your lives."

James seethed under the man's foot, utterly helpless. He knew if he resisted, it only took one man to restrain Liv, so the first man would have help, and from the look of him, he didn't need any help anyway. James tried to see the man's hands.

"Smart man. You're looking to see if I'm carrying a weapon. I'm not. Know why? Because I don't need one. Do you feel like testing that? You can, but you should remember it's not just you that will suffer."

James struggled for words. What to say to this creature? He seemed less than human, because not only was his face hidden by a mask, but his hood hid his eyes. How could he reason with something like this? For now, he accepted he could not fight his way out of the situation. Like Liv before him, he forced himself to relax in the man's control.

"Good. Now you're using your noggin. Like I said, we are here looking for money and a piece of ass. We saw your girl out tonight as she let herself in the building, all teeth and tits, those legs that go on forever. Class act, and we took a fancy. Didn't we, boys?"

They murmured their agreement.

"Then we saw her on the balcony on the second floor and figured out which apartment she must be in. We didn't know she had an old man, but she wouldn't be the first woman we took in front of her husband."

James couldn't help himself. He tried to raise himself against the leg holding him down. The man let him rise just far enough to make it hurt when he slammed him back down.

"So, anyway, we thought we'd help ourselves. We figured we'd wait until dark and let ourselves in. It's all worked out just fine so far, hasn't it?"

The man looked over at James's wife. "He called you Liv. Is that short for Olivia?"

She nodded.

"Good. I had a girlfriend named Olivia once. Proper bitch."

"Wait," James said, desperate.

"What, my man?"

"Please don't touch her."

"You got an offer?"

"I have some money. It's in the flour jar in the kitchen. Take it and go. We won't call the police."

"That's interesting, James. I take what you offer so that you don't feel like you left anything untried." James thought that was a quote from somewhere, but his mind was focused on other problems. The first man nodded curtly at one of the masked men. That man left Liv in the third man's charge and went to the kitchen.

"Bingo," he said.

The money was in a plastic bag. The man shook the flour off and it left a cloud on the floor.

"How much?"

"Twelve-hundred bucks."

"That'll split nice three ways," the first man said. "What else can you give us to fuck your wife in front of you?"

"Please, don't do that. I'll do anything."

"Heh. Anything."

"There won't be any trouble. With the police, I mean."

"You keep saying that. There won't be any trouble. You've got nothing. Your building has no surveillance cameras. You can't describe our faces. We're not leaving fingerprints. We'll use condoms on the bitch, so no DNA. You're damned right there will be no trouble with the police."

"Can't you just take the money and go?"

"We've been all over that."

"Then... take me instead."

Liv groaned.

The first man was silent. He looked James over.

"Your holes for hers?"

"Yes."

"But she's got one for each of us. You've only got two unless we cut you a new one."

James thought fast. "But the three of you can't have her at once anyway. One of you has to guard me."

"So?"

"So, two of you can take me while the third watches her. Then he can have a turn when you're done."

"Hmm." The first man eased off of James's neck and told him to stand up. "Okay, James. Let's see the goods. Drop that housecoat."

James obeyed. He fantasized about taking the sash-belt out of the housecoat and strangling the man, but it was a desperate, hopeless idea. He stood in his boxers and his t-shirt.

"What are you waiting for? Get out of those rags."

In an awkward moment, James was naked. He knew what they saw. A pale beanpole with a few hairs around his nipples and what he liked to think was a medium-sized cock. He trembled in the blue light cast by the television.

"Turn around," the man said.

James obeyed.

"So, are you a faggot, or what?"

"No," James said in a tremulous voice, as if he wondered if they could read his mind for the truth about his fantasy life. The truth was that he sometimes dreamed of doing it with men, fantasized about it, but he'd never acted on it. He was faithful to Liv.

"I'll tell you a secret, James. It happens I swing both ways, but the boys there are choosy. I'm considering your offer, even though I have a grudge against bitches named Olivia. What do you say, boys?"

The man with flour on his gloves agreed if he got to use James's mouth. The first man was okay with that. The third man was left with sloppy seconds whatever hole he used, but since they were using condoms, he didn't care too much.

"His ass looks bony to me. I'll use his mouth too."

"Well, there you go, James. You see? We can be reasonable. All it cost you to save your wife's honour was twelve-hundred bucks and your dignity. Don't worry. We won't tell the police."

The men laughed.

James tried desperately to discern any identifying features on the men, but their faces were all covered, their eyes in shadow. Their clothes were like a million other people in this city, nothing distinctive or stylish. Hoodies and jeans. Work boots. Leather work gloves. No visible logos or gang signs. No skin showed to identify by colour, or notice a scar or tattoo.

"Give it up, James. Truth is, I can tell you're never going to call a cop and tell him you were fucked by three men, and at your own request. That's not even rape. So, stop rehearsing your description of the so-called assailants."

Wasn't it? Rape? James wondered to himself if he suggested the compromise out of some latent desire. He couldn't believe that. He was sacrificing himself for his wife. And yet, did he feel a stirring in his loins? Could that be? He gave up looking over the other men. It was useless. He turned his eyes on his wife. She was looking back with a curious interest as well as concern.

Oh, Christ! This was all happening so fast that he hadn't had time to consider the fact that he would be fucking and sucking men in front of his wife! What was she thinking? Was she disgusted by him?

The worst part for him was the betrayal of his body. He was already semi-hard at the thought of getting fucked and fed by these men in front of his wife.

"Look," said the second man. "He's into it."

"That's okay," the first man said. "Less likely to resist then. I don't mind if they fight a little, but it doesn't help me get my rocks off."

The man holding Liv let his hand fall away from her mouth.

"Honey," she said. "It's okay. You don't have to do this. I can take it. This might ruin you."

"Oh, don't look now, guys. Seems we have a bidding war for our cocks." The first man turned to James. "She wants us, man. I told you women named Olivia are bitches. So, what's it gonna be? Her holes or yours?"

James lowered his head and closed his eyes before he answered.

"Please take me. Use my holes instead of hers."

"Olivia?" the first man prompted.

She said nothing, and James would not raise his eyes to her.

"Okay then, it's settled. James, push that coffee table out of the way. We need some room here. This living room is small. What do you pay in rent for this place?"

James told him.

"Man, this isn't the first time a man fucked you then. Just saying."

The second man sat on the couch, manspreading widely. He tried to unbuckle his belt, but the leather gloves interfered with the task. The first man ordered James on his knees between the second man's legs and told him to fetch out the man's junk. James blushed, but obeyed, taking his place on the floor. Soon he was facing the man's swollen cock. James saw Olivia blush at the size of his tool. Did a look of desire flicker across her face? Or did he imagine it? Then he wondered what she saw on his face.

"Okay, James. You fell to your knees pretty easy. Could be you're a skank. Better put a rubber on my friend's cock. He doesn't need any STDs from a slut like you."

The second man passed James the foil square. James's hands were shaking so hard he dropped it before he could tear it open. He picked it up and dropped it again.

"Jesus Christ, give it to Olivia." The first man sounded a little exasperated, but there was a touch of amusement there too.

James passed the condom to Liv and she deftly freed it from its foil. She looked at the first man for permission but he remained faceless. She spared James the humiliation of gloving up his feeder. James looked at her with gratitude.

"Touching." The first man was definitely amused now. "You want to be helpful, Olivia? Why don't you push your man's head down on that cock. I want to see the whole thing disappear down his throat at a stroke."

There was no choice but obedience. Liv pressed her husband's head down over the second man's cock and slowly the swollen member with its throbbing veins and purple head, looking obscenely like plastic inside the condom, was engulfed by James's mouth. He choked and sputtered and he was red in the face, but the whole thing was in there.

"Wow," Liv said, despite herself.

The first man laughed. "You didn't know he had it in him until he had it in him."

The second man groaned. "Okay," he said. "Start sucking. I like it hard and fast and use your hands. I feel like a faggot with a man's mouth on my dick for too long."

"Mmmm... mmmm... mmmm..." James hummed. Even he didn't know if the sound was voluntary or not.

"That's it, baby," Liv said. "You're doing it. I can't believe you are sucking a man's cock."

James was already crimson with his efforts, so he could only react by groaning in humiliation and arousal.

"Oh, James," Liv said. "You have to use your tongue if you're going to get him off quick. Like I do to you when I'm ready to make you come. Remember? Swirl it around the head of his dick. And do what he said. Use your hands."

James could see Liv out of the corner of his eye. Her housecoat had slipped off her shoulders, revealing her in her frilly, nearly transparent babydoll and her panties. The third man who had been restraining her was fondling one of her breasts through the thin fabric. She didn't seem to notice, or maybe she just didn't mind.

"Okay, James. Take a breather. Turn around."

James did as he was told, only half-surprised when his wife put a hand on the second man's gloved cock and stroked it slowly. Now facing the first man, James looked at the faceless man and awaited instructions.

"Undo my belt."

James found it awkward, but obeyed.

"Now the fastener and the zipper."

James didn't wait to pull the man's pants and boxers down far enough to free his cock. James was not slow to notice the man's skin was brown. He was kneeling before and exposing the privates of a black man.

"Okay, here's a condom. Don't fumble with this one. Your wife's too busy to help you right now."

James could hear sucking sounds from behind him. Oh, no, Baby, he thought. I'm doing this so you don't have to.

Bullshit, he told himself, I'm doing this because I want to. And I know it.

Somehow, James got the condom out of the wrap on his first try. The man's erection lurched toward him and he stretched open the latex to receive it. He had never put a condom on another man before, but there was nothing to it. Without being told to, James started to take the huge dick in his mouth.

"No, you don't, James."

James looked up at the man who had mastered him so thoroughly, but there was no expression through the mask.

"Turn around and get to work before your missus finishes off that dick. I'm ready to bury this in your hole."

James was treated to the sight of Liv deep-throating the second man.

"I'm sorry, Babe," she said, stopping, raising her head from her work. "I just didn't want you to lose your momentum. He's all yours."

She backed off and as James went back to work on the man, two things happened simultaneously. First, the man behind him pulled him off-balance as he forcibly repositioned James so his back end was open to him. Second, his wife raised her arms so the third man could lift her babydoll over her head, exposing her tits.

James continued sucking as he watched his wife out of the tops of his eyes. She was being caressed by the third man. James knew first hand how rough the leather gloves felt: the first man's hands were stretching open his backside.

"Okay, James. I'm going to fuck you now. I don't have any lube and I can't spit on your asshole because of the mask, so we're going to have to rely on the condom's lubrication. It's not much, so I suggest you relax as much as you can. Watching Olivia get worked over by my man there ought to be a nice relaxing sight for you."

Strangely, it was. Liv's eyes were locked on James's as the third man repositioned her so that she was kneeling on the couch. His heavy gloves didn't impede him from hooking his thumbs in the sides of her panties and yanking them down to her knees. Olivia's eyes were half-closed and she bit her lower lip as the man's gloved index finger played roughly with her clit.

"Here it comes, James," the first man said.

James braced, which was almost the wrong thing to do. It was natural for the sphincter, which was used to pushing objects the other way, to resist entrance. James quickly learned resistance was pain.

"Just relax," Liv and the first man both said at the same time.

James was strangely touched by the fact that the man in his ass was showing him almost the same concern as his wife was. James took their advice and found himself overcoming the instinct to repel the fleshy invader. Once he managed that, the cock gained traction in his ass inch-by-inch until it was in all the way. It was James' good luck that the condom itself was lubricated. The man's hips began to gyrate slowly as he pulled the cock slowly back the way it came, then shoved it in again. It filled him again and again.

It was better than James ever hoped.

He allowed himself to remember that he had fantasized about this from time to time, usually while stroking himself, and often to powerful orgasms. Seeing his wife being frigged by another of their home invaders added a spice to the mix that he had never imagined. He couldn't jerk off now though as his hands were needed to support him against the thrusts in his backside and to help manipulate the cock in his mouth. He admitted to himself that this unlawful entry of his home, and both his holes, was the best thing he could imagine for himself.

"Ohhh..."

It was his wife.

Liv's eyes were rolling back in her head as the harsh leather glove rubbed against her clit. The fingers of the glove were saturated by her pussy juices.

"James... Honey... Seeing you like that, with a cock in your ass and mouth... it turns me on... and this guy is making me feel so good... and he's whispering the dirtiest things in my ear. I can't help it, Honey. I have to fuck him. Is that okay?"

How could James, being fucked himself, possibly deny his beautiful wife? But he couldn't answer in words. The man in his mouth had placed his hands on James's head and was holding it in place so he could thrust upward with his hips to fuck the hungry mouth with even more vigour.

He managed to grunt out an approximation of an affirmative.

"Honey," Liv said. "You're so hard. Your cock is throbbing. I can see your need. I will help you."

Out of the corner of his eye, James saw as Liv, still held by her captor, wriggled in his grasp. He capitulated, letting her assume a position flat on her back on the floor near James. She positioned herself with her legs wide open for the man to enter her, but also so that her head was below the spit-roasting of her husband.

Like the other men, the third man struggled to open his pant fastenings with his gloves on. Liv made short work of freeing the man's member from his pants and shorts. A quick sidelong glance confirmed for James, that like the other two men, the third man had completely shaved his pubic area, presumably so no hair was left at what might be reported as a crime scene. James, once more concentrating on the cock in front of him, heard another condom wrapper tear open and the snap of the rubber. As the first man had said, they would leave no DNA by which their presence here tonight might be proven.