It had been a few days since what my mind could only title "the incident". They were awkward days for Diana and I. As much as I wanted to ask the million questions going through my mind, asking them would lead to talking about the part I had played in "the incident". None of that had been me. That had been "in shock Brad" that apparently had shut down and disconnected from my regular self. Regular Brad had taken a back seat and failed to stop next door neighbors Carlos and Janet from taking what they wanted. "In shock Brad" got used like an inflatable doll. Carlos had positioned me how he wanted and used me as he saw fit, all in full view of my girlfriend. Not just in full view, but intentionally put on display.
Out from the shower and dressing for work, I could hear the TV downstairs in the living room. After my wallet, phone, and site keys were pocketed, my gun belt was fastened and secured to my pants belt. Grabbing my Harley keys from the top of my dresser, I went downstairs to head out for work. As I entered the living room I was caught by surprise as I found my girlfriend was not alone. Carlos and Janet were there as well. Janet sat on the loveseat next to my girlfriend and Carlos sat in my recliner.
"Umm, hello." I hesitantly greeted as I looked at Diana for some clue as to why we had company.
"Hi Brad." Janet replied happily.
Even though I never had any direct contact until "the incident", Janet always seemed happy and smiling in passing, but I still recalled the wicked smile she possessed during her last visit. Janet had her arm along the back of the loveseat behind where Diana sat, with her hand lightly stroking Diana's shoulder.
"You're not going to work tonight Brad." Diana said. "I called your job earlier and told them that you were sick and that you would try to be in tomorrow."
"What's going on? Why would you do that? And why are they here?" I asked.
Janet was the one who answered. "Since Carlos has only gotten to watch Diana and I, I thought it was only fair that this time we were the ones watching instead."
"This is not happening." I flatly stated. "The other night was a mistake and I'll tell you now that it's not going to happen again. Diana, we'll talk about this later, but for now I'm going to work."
I moved for the door, but Janet was up and had planted herself between me and my escape before I could make it more than five steps. Her hand against my chest stopped me. I towered over her and easily could have broken her in half if the mood struck me, but her presence was much more intimidating than the woman's normal happy look suggested. Janet was not smiling now. Her happy visage had been changed to a darkened expression. Her eyes had narrowed and a frown had replaced her normal smile.
"You are not going anywhere but where we tell you." Janet whispered harshly.
She grabbed my shirt and pulled me along behind her. I was starting to understand how my easy going girlfriend ended up under Janet's spell. The woman next door could instantly turn on her powers of persuasion and control. Being dragged back into the living room, I saw Carlos still sitting in my chair, but now he had fished his cock out through his open zipper and was slowly stroking his hardening member. Janet pulled me over to stand in front of my own chair currently occupied by Carlos, released her hold on my shirt, and snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor while tapping her shoe impatiently. I looked over at Diana who was biting her lower lip and nodding ever so slightly. She was waiting along with everyone else.
I looked around the room but there was no help in my own house. My eyes remained locked on my girlfriend's as my knees met the floor. It was then I noticed a cellphone in Janet's hand that was pointed directly at me. Her eyes were fixed on the screen. She was recording this encounter. At least, that's what I was hoping for rather than the alternative. It was possible that she was live streaming the footage to some unsavory site.
Carlos had shifted forward to the front edge of the chair, waiting expectantly. As I inched forward my neighbor spread his legs further apart. He was still slightly rubbing his cock as his eyes stared intensely in anticipation. The corner of his mouth turned upwards in a smirk that mirrored Janet's. They both had that perverse streak in them. They enjoyed being in control, enjoyed the power they held over their playthings.
"Is this what you want Diana?" I softly asked, staring at her. "Why are you doing this?"
Janet was the one who answered. "Diana's not doing this to you. You are doing this. You're a big guy and your gun, cuffs, and baton says you could stop this anytime you want. And it's not Diana who wants this. Diana is my next door neighbor and friend. That woman sitting on your loveseat is 'D'. D is a submissive whore that does whatever I want. She's a slutty little bitch I like to use as my toy. Now I think you should give her what she wants. She doesn't ask for much from me. I think she deserves this. I think you should do this for her."
The conversation was ended when Carlos hooked his hand around the back of my head and drew me in towards his groin. My hands braced against the arms of the recliner, stopping my forward movement. Carlos was not harshly forcing me, more like guiding me towards a planned destination. He kept slight pressure on me, encouraging my arrival.
"Come on Brad, this is where you belong. It's not something you haven't done before. Only a few nights ago you opened right up for me. I know you enjoyed it as much as I did."
