Take the Heat

“Let’s get this show going, Cade. I’ve had a hard-on for this bitch for an hour already.” Michael’s voice was hard-edged, quiet but strained. “I want her to suck my cock. Now.”

“Good idea. I’m gonna handcuff this little whore.” Cade’s rough grip pulled her to her knees and spun her. She gasped as she felt metal grinding into the flesh of both her wrists, cutting into her skin. Then she heard a clicking sound as the cuffs tightened, binding her wrists together behind her. Pain radiated from her wrists as she tested the metal. No use.

Both men walked around her, predators eyeing their prey before taking it as their own. They stopped in front of her, moving in closer to her face as they unzipped and freed their cocks. A hand reached down and brushed a thick strand of her blonde hair off her cheek, almost tenderly.

“Open. Suck.” Michael’s voice was calm, but his hard cock shoved past her parted lips and into her mouth. She held still, unsure, hearing the roar of her blood rushing in her ears.

“Don’t make me say it again.”

She moved her head slowly forward on his hardness, taking his length in, all the way back, as far as she could. As she felt her gag reflex begin, she hesitated, sputtered, felt her cheeks puff as she struggled to accommodate the suffocating fullness invading her mouth. Her eyes watered. His fingers raked a handful of her hair at the base of her neck and twisted hard, pulling her, forcing her to take him over and over at the pace he wanted. Slowly at first. Then faster. Then slower again. She was aware of the other man watching, stroking his cock. She knew he would be next.

“Tongue out. Let me see the tongue, sweetheart. Look at me. Eyes on me.”

She looked up. Michael held her on his cock, forcing her head to his groin, keeping her there. The pressure built behind her watering eyes, and she felt a tear spilling down her cheek. She blinked hard but kept her eyes wide, looking up at him, despite the sting of running mascara. In a moment she felt she would pass out if he didn’t allow her to breathe. Somehow she managed to move her tongue past her lower lip while he pushed in deeper.

“Ahhh, fuck yes. That’s it, girl…” He moaned as his grip tightened again, twisting her hair, controlling her movement, holding her in place on his cock…ten seconds, fifteen, twenty, thirty. He released her with a loud grunt and a jerk. She saw his cock, coated with glistening strings of her saliva, pulling away from her gasping mouth. She realized that the mess—two cocks hard for her attention—was turning her on too.

“I figured she could take a good face fucking, but damn, Cade…” Michael’s voice was heavy with lust, admiration.

In the next moment, before she’d been allowed a full breath, Cade fisted a handful of her hair and jerked her head toward his cock, his black jeans bunched just below his groin, the urgency of need for the ministrations of her mouth too much for him to bother with disrobing completely.

“Suck! Go on. Take it down.” She knew any protest would be futile. Her wrists strained at her back, locked in the unforgiving steel that cut into her skin. Something about the tone Cade was using, the glint in his eyes, scared her, even as she already felt a betraying wetness between her legs. He stuffed his hard cock into her open mouth and pushed in smoothly. A fresh pool of spit slipped from her lips and ran down her chin as his hardness reached for the back of her throat.

She tried to keep her eyes open and look up at Cade. She saw Michael too, standing just inches away as Cade continued fucking her mouth. He’d stepped out of his jeans and was stroking his cock, watching, breathing. He leaned in suddenly and, with both hands, yanked the fabric that loosely covered her shoulders, pulling her white dress down so her breasts were exposed, vulnerable. He gave one breast a particularly vicious smack; she felt it wobbling back and forth even as her busy mouth, still full of Cade’s cock, muffled her own cry at the pain of the blow. Saliva dripped in long strands, forming rivers that ran down her now reddened breasts. The fabric of her dress bunched at her hips. At the small of her back it provided a resting place for her cuffed hands, some small comfort in an otherwise painful and awkward position, kneeling as she was before the two lustful men intent on using her to satisfy their urges.

Michael’s husky voice took on a dark, accusing tone. “And what kind of slut comes into my store with a sheer white dress and no bra or panties on, huh?” She felt a sharp, stinging smack on her breast and moaned with Cade’s cock still deep in her mouth. Michael punctuated his question with additional staccato slaps at her breasts, some of the slaps landing on her stiffened nipples, making her wince as she sucked cock and tried to keep looking up at Cade. As she’d been told.

Cade fucked her face while Michael continued his rant and slapped at her breasts even harder.

“…bending over every goddamned minute, pretending to look at shit, with your ass sticking out at me? Those fucking hard-ass nipples—” Michael smacked each tit harder again, his other hand still stroking his cock, keeping it ready for her mouth.

Cade pulled free of her mouth with a popping sound, slapping her cheek with his cock. She felt her own slick saliva leaving traces as he rubbed her skin, marking her, claiming her flesh as his to use.

“This little cock slut likes being used, I told you. Just look at her messy little face.” Cade grunted and yanked Mia’s head back, forcing her to look up into his eyes as he spoke.

His tone darkened. “I say we strap this bitch to the bench, cane her, and fuck the shit out of her.”

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In her mind’s eye she could almost see herself, as if floating just above, looking down at the scene. She could imagine how she must look, bent over the bench, her belly pressing down into the leather padding atop the cross plank, blood rushing to her face, head dropped, wrists and ankles captured inside thick metal cuffs attached to the posts, held motionless almost at floor level. Forced onto her toes by the height of the plank, her calves strained, her ass stuck out. Her bare pussy was exposed and vulnerable. And ready to be caned and fucked by two men.

Cade’s voice, behind her again. “Fuck, Mia, you look incredible. I almost hate to do this.”

She heard a high-pitched whoosh slice through the air behind her. Twice. Three times. Was he warming up his aim, centering? Tormenting? Teasing? The anticipation of the cane had always made her pussy drip. She clenched her ass cheeks in anticipation of impact, in spite of herself. She knew better, yes, but this was different though. Two men forcing this on her…

“Unh unh. No tensing up. Relax your ass or we start over.” Michael’s command was coming from just above. She opened her eyes slowly and saw his black boots, his lower legs still in his black jeans, which were unzipped but not removed. She felt his cock tapping lightly on her lowered head.

“No dozing, either. Suck my dick.” Michael’s fist was in her hair again, yanking her head up, forcing his cock at her mouth. Rough. Merciless. His grip tightened, and her scalp burned. He had her attention.

“Open. Wider.” She took him in again, and he pushed for the back of her throat. “Yeah, that’s it. Take it deep. You love it deep,” he rasped, pumping slowly in again. Then all the way out. With each new thrust she struggled to breathe, felt her wrists tensing in the metal cuffs, cuffs that reminded her that she was utterly powerless to do anything about this. She couldn’t reach for his cock and use her hands on it, pull it out of her mouth if it was too much. She realized that, if he’d wanted to, he could have held his cock in her throat longer, too long. He would decide when she breathed, how deep she took him. Everything.

At her back, Cade paused, giving her ass a moment to recover from the cane strokes he applied with increasing force. She tried to relax, give in to the inevitable. Accept.

“Five more, I think. Maybe ten. Haven’t decided yet. Then I fuck this wet little pussy. Jesus, look at you, dripping. Keep sucking him, Mia. Don’t you dare fucking stop. Suck his cock while I cane this ass.”

Mia felt her juices beginning to run down the inside of her thigh, while the stripes of fire Cade was giving her ass kept coming. Her strangled yelps were muffled only by Michael’s cock.

“And I better not feel even a fucking hint of teeth when he hits your ass with that thing, either.” Michael’s warning came rumbling at her as he played the head of his thick cock over her lower lip. She breathed while she was allowed to, watching another long string of her drool head toward the floor. She felt his hard length plunge back into her mouth, going deep into her throat, all the way back. Her gag reflex came up again, and it took everything she had to quell it and do as they required.