After Sam and I returned from the park Jack came home from work. The three of us spent the evening together, lounging around the house. We ordered pizza and watched a movie. Tension was high between Sam and me, but Jack didn't seem to notice anything.
The next morning I had to work and the two boys had the day to themselves. At work I couldn't stop thinking about Sam. I had enjoyed our time together, but I was worried that Jack would figure things out. Sam was only going to be staying with us for a few more days. I wondered if we could make it the next few days without Jack catching on to our secret affair. Would Sam continue torturing me or was he done punishing me for teasing him during our online chat sessions?
When I returned from work that afternoon I found the two boys sitting in the living room. It was quiet when I walked in, as if I had just interrupted a conversation about me. Jack was sitting in the middle of the couch and Sam was in the chair next to the couch.
"Come sit down," Jack said as he motioned for me to sit on the couch between him and Sam. "Sam has been telling me some interesting things."
I sat down quietly. I looked fearfully at Sam. What stories had he told Jack? How would he have twisted it to make me the bad guy? Sam fucked me while I was tied up. Can he make that my fault? I opened my mouth to defend myself but Jack stopped me.
"Don't bother trying to lie your way through this," Jack warned. "I've been friends with Sam a lot longer than I've been fucking you. I know what a cock-tease you are. Everything Sam told me about how you begged him to fuck you is believable to me. He showed me the slutty outfit you wore when he took you out to eat yesterday."
Tears came to my eyes. I looked at Sam. He was grinning.
"But Jack," I cried. "I didn't..."
"Shhh," Jack said. He put his finger to my lips and more tears streamed from my eyes. I was defeated.
Jack put his arm around me. His hand ran down my arm. Suddenly he pulled my arms behind my back and I felt handcuffs lock around my wrists. Jack stood up and backed away from me.
Jack looked down on me, bound and crying, and said, "If you don't want me to leave you, you're going to have to beg for me to stay."
"Please!" I said, suddenly hopeful. I looked up into his eyes. He was smiling. "Please don't leave. I'll do anything!"
I dropped to my knees in front of him to show my submission. "Please don't leave me," I cried.