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."
The large and angry looking cock sticking up through the zipper of his pants was right in front of me, just out of reach. I turned my head slightly to catch sight of my girlfriend intently watching as Janet sat beside her, still holding the cellphone to catch the action. Carlos was right that I had been here before. I had let it happen last time, and I came to the realization that it was about to happen again.
My lips parted and I relaxed my outstretched arms, moving forward the last short distance. The head of my neighbor's cock passed into my open mouth, and was followed by inch after inch of the warm flesh of his shaft. Carlos moaned as I engulfed him. His hands fell away to rest on the arms of the chair. Now that I had surrendered, he felt no need to directly control my movements. I was already starting to bob up and down, my face flushing with familiar embarrassment as I was watched by all. Carlos let his head roll back to rest on the back of my chair.
"Wow, that feels so good. I had forgotten how talented you are Brad. Suck me off. Give your girlfriend a show."
As my mouth worked over his meat, my hands busily unbuckled the belt and opened my neighbor's pants. I gave myself easier access and reached in to free his shaven testicles. I caressed the pair and slid off his erection in order to trail my tongue down and bathe Calos's scrotum in my saliva. New moaning accompanied my actions, letting me know it was appreciated. I moved back up to practice my sword swallowing technique, but my hands gripped his balls while pumping the shaft as it emerged from between my lips. I don't know how long I spent on my knees between his legs. The hard floor was making me uncomfortable, but I was hesitant to stop until Carlos was finished. I could tell from the sounds coming from his throat that he was getting closer. His breathing was heavier and the grunts and groans were closer together. One of his hands was back on my head, pulling with every downward stroke. He would hold me there for a second before letting me come back up. Carlos was getting more insistent as he approached the point of no return.
Suddenly I was pushed off his cock and backwards onto the floor. Carlos was up and out of the chair in an instant, kicking off his pants and pulling the shirt off over his head. I was pulled to my feet and led to the couch opposite where the women sat on the loveseat. Carlos put me on my hands and knees on the couch. I expected him to sit in front of me, for me to be able to continue my oral ministrations, but he apparently had other ideas. Carlos kneeled on the couch directly behind me and grabbed fistfuls of the ass of my pants. With one quick movement Carlos tore apart the fabric, opening up not only my pants, but the underwear as well. I was shocked for a moment, but then tried to get up off the couch before things went any further.
"Not so fast Brad." Carlos demanded as he leaned over me, holding me in position.
I couldn't move. Carlos had a deathgrip on the back of my neck and all of the leverage. I heard Janet whispering into Diana's ear before my girlfriend came over and removed the handcuffs from the case on my gun belt. Carlos grabbed one arm and pulled it behind me. Diana clicked the cuff into place and after a short, one sided and futile struggle, I was handcuffed behind my back. My chest was resting on the arm of the couch with me still on my knees, leaving my ass in the air.
I looked across the room to see Janet toss a small bottle to her husband. Easily catching it and popping the top open one handed, Carlos squirted the slick contents onto my exposed ass, as well as dripping it all over his joystick. I felt the liquid travel down my crease as Carlos closed and discarded the bottle.
"Just relax Brad. If you fight, it'll hurt. You can try to keep me out, but you're gonna lose."
As he was saying those words, he still had one hand holding me down. His other hand had grabbed his own fleshy baton and was rubbing it up and down my crevasse. Carlos slapped his cock against my ass, placed the head against my exposed and slick hole, and held it there as if teasing himself. Janet pulled Diana off the loveseat and brought her near to where my head was situated.
