Ideas Pt. 07

I had no ride and I was afraid to hitchhike. I had a long walk ahead of me. I started to cry before I was even out of Robert's driveway.

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Oscar

I was in high spirits when I walked out of the locksmith's office just before four that afternoon. I actually tried to whistle even though I knew I couldn't. That was just how happy I felt. I was back at the apartment less than thirty minutes later.

Pulling Robert's fine scotch whiskey from the suitcase I sat and turned on the TV. I was perfectly relaxed and halfway through my drink when the doorbell rang. It was Jackie, my next door neighbor. "Why are you dressed like that, Oscar? I just loved your naked body with all those welts I raised on you. That was so cute. Come over to my place at two tomorrow afternoon. After you clean I'll expect you to lick me to a few orgasms. I'm between boyfriends at the moment. Then I think a couple dozen with my belt will do you good. Where's Irene? She with her lover again?"

"I will gladly come over tomorrow Jackie and I'll gladly clean and lick you, but when I'm done you'll have to fuck me. I may be small, but I do know how to please a woman. Irene is indeed with Robert, but I doubt there will be any loving for a long time, if ever."

"Me? Fuck you? What are you...crazy? Wait until I tell Irene about this. You'll be in more trouble than you can believe."

"Irene isn't coming back. She chose Robert over me, but by now she'll realize what a bad choice she's made. You see, they put me into a cock cage, but I turned the tables on them this morning and now it's on him."

"What about the keys?"

"In the post to my attorney; if anything happens to me a signed confession of Robert's abuse of me goes to the police."

Jackie sat on the couch, shocked at my words. "But, you and Irene were married like forever."

"Yes, we were, but she agreed to me being beaten with a belt and she applied that monstrosity to my genitals. She made me stand outside naked and walk around in heels and pink panties. Do you think I could forgive and forget after all that?"

"No, I guess not." She rose and began to leave. "I'm sorry, Oscar. I had no idea. I thought it was all some kind of game...something you wanted. There are men like that, you know." A few seconds later she was out the door. I did what I had to do, but deep inside I had prayed that Irene would choose me. Love should be more important than a big cock. In the end Irene had neither. I should have been thrilled, but at that moment I wasn't. Instead, I sat and cried, mourning the loss of my love for Irene and her love for me. An hour later I was no better, but I staggered to the kitchen to fry some sausages for a sandwich; it was all I could handle. I moved my clothes back to the master bedroom. Falling fully clothed onto the bed I had a miserable night's sleep.

I began to pack up Irene's clothes the following day, storing the boxes in the spare room—my bedroom during Irene's relationship with her lover. I smiled briefly as I imagined the look on her face when she saw Robert's junk behind bars. Moving back to the bedroom I was about to return to work when the doorbell rang. It was Jackie; she had a hangdog expression on her face and looked as though she was going to bawl her eyes out. "What's wrong, Jackie? Are you okay? Come in...sit down." I took her arm as she walked through the doorway and I helped her to the couch. Patiently, I waited for her to say something. She must have had a reason for coming.

Finally, after almost ten minutes, she breathed deeply before speaking. "I am so sorry for the way I treated you, Oscar. I saw you naked in the hall and then Irene introduced me to her lover and she told me to abuse you." She sniffled a few times before continuing, "You never did anything to me to merit that kind of treatment. I came here to apologize...and maybe more if you'll let me." I was sure my face showed the confusion I felt. That confusion ended when Jackie began to unbutton her blouse.

Jackie was a good looking single woman with a great toned body-a registered nurse-who I thought was about five years younger than Irene and me. "Jackie...please, you don't have to."

"Don't you think I'm sexy?"

"Oh God, yes; you're one of the sexiest women I know."

"Then...you do want to fuck me, don't you? I was thinking after I left you yesterday. You and Irene were married for a long time so you must have done something to satisfy her. Was it only with your tongue?"

"This is kind of personal, Jackie, but...why not? Sure, I did Irene with my tongue. I loved it and so did she."

"I loved it, too Oscar!"

"Thank you. It's nice to know I have something going for me. But, to answer your question, yes, I also brought her to orgasm with my tiny cock." That seemed to satisfy some thoughts Jackie had. She stood and removed her blouse. Dear God, what incredible breasts! They looked even better when her bra hit the floor. Jackie moved to me, sliding her skirt from her body as she did. She was next to me—as close as she could be—with only a tight pair of boy shorts on her incredible body.

I felt as though I was paralyzed as she began to remove my polo and unbuckled my belt. She had seen me naked last week both in the hall and the following day in her apartment next door. She had even followed Irene's instructions, forcing me to stand naked in the hallway both before and after our appointment. Standing there with my ass reddened and blistered was the worst thing I'd ever experienced. Now it seemed that I was going to be redeemed.

Jackie extended her hand and placed me on the floor, my small cock as hard as a rock. She knelt between my legs to lick my balls and up the sensitive underside of my cock. I thought I'd explode when she rose up and moved me to her hot wet slit. When she sat on me I looked up in absolute shock. Jackie's cunt actually felt tight around me. She was all smiles when she moved down to kiss me. "Can we wait to talk," she whispered, "until we're done? You feel so good, Oscar...so damned good." Jackie kissed me again—just a quick one—as she began a rhythm on me. I knew then that I'd work my ass off to hold back in spite of my recent week of denial.

She moved on me, around me, and all over me, bending my tiny organ in ways it had never been bent before. To think I had actually thought of turning this down. I gripped her slender hips and drove into her as best I could-, pushing her slender body almost a foot off the floor. On and on we went lost in each other for as long as I could hold out. Having given her several delicious orgasms last Sunday with my tongue I thought I knew what to expect. I felt tiny tremors move up her body, radiating out from her cunt, so I knew she was close. She knew I was almost there, too. "You can cum in me, Oscar. I want you to. I want to feel it." That was enough for me. My cock erupted just as she threw her head back in ecstasy. We stopped several seconds later and Jackie collapsed onto my chest. Her fingers played with my chest hair as we recovered.

"I guess you noticed my secret, Oscar. I don't have any trouble attracting men, but they lose interest soon enough when they hear me screaming in pain while they're fucking me. There's nothing like a woman in pain to completely discourage a man's romantic thoughts. I've been thinking about this since last Sunday.

"I played the role of the fem bitch when I first saw you naked because of Irene's presence and comments and I'd never do anything with you while you were together, not that I didn't want to. I've always liked you, Oscar and now I think it might even become more." She moved up from my chest to look me in the eyes. "Please tell me I'm not making a complete fool of myself."

"I think you should lie back down. I like the way you feel pressed against me." Jackie gripped my head, twisting my hair in her fingers, as her soft sweet lips pressed madly into mine and her tongue found my tonsils. It was without a doubt the best kiss I'd ever experienced. We kissed for ten minutes before I pushed her up. I could see she was confused until I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. We didn't sleep all night—we fucked until we couldn't then we rested, holding, touching, and kissing until we could fuck again. I phoned in sick at eight and she did the same once I was off the phone. We spent the entire day in bed until we were filthy, covered in her secretions and my semen from our chests to our knees. Then we shared our first shower together, something I'd never done with Irene. We went out for a celebration dinner and—yes—we ordered a bottle of my favorite Malbec wine. I went to work Tuesday morning while Jackie, who had the day off, moved her clothes and incidentals into my apartment. She put hers up for sale the same day.

I looked forward to coming home from work like I hadn't in ages. Jackie met me at the door with a torrid kiss Thursday evening. I had just closed the door, my hand on her sweet ass, as we walked to the bedroom so I could change my clothes. Jackie had bought me some sexy lounging pajamas she wanted me to try out. I had just removed my suit, tie, and shirt when the doorbell rang. Donning a robe, I walked quickly as the bell rang again. I was shocked at what I saw.

Lying in a heap on the floor was a filthy Irene, her hair tangled and matted and her clothes torn. The heel was missing from one of her shoes. Tears flowed from her eyes as she spoke. "I am so sorry, Oscar. You were right. I never should have listened to Robert."

"Speaking of the big prick...where is he?"

"I almost died when I saw what you did to him, but he deserved it. He threw me out, but before he did he told me that all he was really interested in was destroying you. That's what he does; seduce naïve stupid women like me and convince them to destroy their husbands. He told me he expected you to be completely destroyed in about two months. By then he would have picked out another victim and thrown me away. He's done it before. Please, Oscar—can I come back to you? I promise I'll make it up to you every day and every night. I'll even let you have my ass."

"Why do you look like this? You're filthy."

"I walked back from Rosas. I was so upset with myself that I did it as penance. Please, Oscar—I want to come back to you."

"That's a tempting offer, Irene, but..." I paused as I felt Jackie's hand on my back. "The fact is that I've already moved on. I've found a woman who loves my 'insignificant penis.' Here she is now." I pulled Jackie around me and kissed her, my hand firmly on her butt. Irene looked as though she had gone into shock. "So you see, Irene—I have no real use for you. My attorney has been looking for you to serve the papers on the divorce. I'll let her know you're in town." She broke into tears again as Jackie leaned up to whisper in my ear. I laughed crazily at her suggestion.

"Jackie has an interesting idea, Irene. You can live with us in the spare room. We'll get divorced as I intended, but you can stay here as our servant, cooking, cleaning and managing the laundry. I doubt you'll have to work. We'll keep you plenty busy around the apartment. Of course, a slut like you will need to be controlled and we can't be expected to do it while we're at work so you'll be fitted for a chastity belt. That's all you'll wear here in the apartment. We'll invite you to participate when we make love which will be often. You can clean Jackie's cunt and my cock once we're done. That's the offer; take it or leave it." I stepped back to open the door. Irene crawled in, accepting her new life.

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Robert

I knew I was fucked as soon as Oscar revived me. I had a terrible headache from where he had hit me. What the fuck was that, anyway? Who would have thought that little turd had it in him? He beat me something horrible, but what really hurt me was being forced into this damned cock cage. The bruises would disappear in a month or so, but I had no way to get rid of this. It would lead to my downfall...my total destruction.

I was in the villa for five days when I heard the door open. Rushing to my closet, I grabbed a robe and pulled it hastily around my body. My worst fears materialized when my wife walked angrily into the room. "Where the hell have you been, Robert? My father is livid that you haven't come into work and what's with the shiners? You look like a raccoon."

"I called in and told him I was ill. What more could I do, Sofia?" She walked over to me as I clutched the robe tightly around my body.

Sofia held the back of her hand against my forehead. "Your eyes are a mess, but you don't seem to have a fever, Robert, so what exactly is your problem?" That was when I made the mistake. I rose and turned away from her and she saw the multi-colored bruises on the back of my calves. "Madre de Dios, Robert; what happened to your legs?" She knelt behind me and lifted the back of the robe. "What the hell. Robert? Take this off." My answer was to pull it even tighter. Sofia's response was to text on her phone.

"Who are you texting?"

"Matias; I'll get to the bottom of this as soon as he comes in." I hated Matias; he was her father's driver/bodyguard. He was big—all muscles—and as strong as a bull. Worse, he'd kill for Sofia or her father who, unfortunately, was also my employer. I was as good as dead. I turned around and dropped the robe. My body was one big mass of black and purple and yellow from my shoulders to my feet. There were welts and huge scabs all up and down my body. My soles and heels were no better.

That damned Oscar had destroyed me—worse than I could have hoped to do to him. Sofia took one look and laughed so hard she actually fell onto the floor. She was there when her bruiser of a bodyguard strode into the room. He laughed, too.

"I'm guessing that's the work of her husband, Robert. It's about time you got caught and punished for your misdeeds. Stand still while I take a few photos with my phone. They'll make for great evidence when I divorce you. Hold him still will you please, Matias?" He stepped forward to grip my shoulders. Then he began laughing again.

"You must see this, Senora Sofia. It is priceless." Using his powerful hands he spun me around, exposing my imprisoned cock.

Sofia laughed again, even harder than she had earlier. She took several photos before asking me, "Where are the keys?"

"In some lawyer's safe...along with my signed confession that I beat him with a belt...among other things."

"Matias, you were right; this is absolutely priceless. The perfect ending to a philandering asshole of a husband, although...maybe I won't divorce you, Robert. I can put you to work as my household slave. I'll enjoy watching Matias beat you senseless while I take one lover after another. You can be my fluffer, the person who gets my lovers—notice I used the plural—ready to service me. I'm sure you'll enjoy licking and cleaning my ass and sucking cum from my cunt. Yes, Robert, I think that's the perfect ending for you, especially after all the grief you've given me.

"Put him in the trunk, Matias, while I phone my father with the fantastic news. He'll be able to promote that wonderful Julio into your position, Robert. You know Julio, don't you? His cock is bigger than yours and he uses it better, but don't take my word for it. You'll get an up close and personal view as soon as we get home. I think I'll have to set aside a nice corner of our chilly basement for you—maybe you'll even get a doggie bed if you're very good.

"Matias, let's stop on the way home for a nice strong chain and some locks to secure my cheating husband and keep him safe until I want to whip him." Matias grabbed me by the neck and carried me to the car while my hot sexy wife phoned her father. She smiled sadistically and was the last thing I saw before the trunk closed and everything went black. I was so fucked!

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Oscar

Our divorce went through without a hitch. Irene was defeated and once she was placed into chastity her ego was disintegrated into dust. She worked from sunrise until Jackie and I went to bed—even later on those nights that we made love-and that was almost every day. Then she was required to clean Jackie and me every time. We allowed her an orgasm after her first month as our slave...er, servant. We had her masturbate while kneeling in front of us.

Initially, I had wanted to repay Irene for her cruelty to me, but I just couldn't do it. Try as I might, I didn't have it in me. After talking my feelings out with Jackie late one night we decided to release her. She cried when I removed the belt the following morning, but so did Jackie—right before drawing me in for a long hot kiss. Irene stayed with us for four months then asked permission to go on a date. After that she dated often and four months later she asked if she could leave. We agreed. Jackie had an idea that I agreed with completely. If we were successful we'd need the spare room for our first child.

I had asked Hector about the knots and after he'd shown them to me I asked for a favor. Hector was an ex-con. Even though he wasn't allowed to associate with felons he had plenty of contacts on the other side of the law. I had planned to hide a kilo of marijuana and a vial of crack in the villa then tip off the police, but when Jackie and I drove there we found a for sale sign and a completely empty house. The second key I had taken opened the door easily, but the place was completely empty with not even a scrap of paper in a drawer or closet.

Jackie and I had been together for six months and I'd never been happier. We had an active and satisfying sex life. I was ready for the next step—I asked Jackie to marry me. She agreed immediately, but she also wanted to know how Irene's affair with Robert had begun. I was hesitant, but over the next hour I explained my fantasy and as I did I had my first understanding of the flaw in my marriage to Irene.

Jackie kissed me-a long torrid kiss with plenty of active tongue-then asked if I also wanted to share her. "Not on your life; I'd kill anyone who even touched you. I think you and I were made for each other." Apparently Jackie agreed. She pulled me from the couch and we ran together to the bed. Jackie was three months pregnant, but for some reason she still wanted to practice every single day.

We were married in the Catholic Church. A meeting between me, my attorney, and our parish priest, at which we explained Irene's cheating and the subsequent abuse, resulted in an annulment even though we had been man and wife for years. Jackie and I spent many fun-filled hours planning for our baby—a girl who reminded me more and more of her mother with each passing day.

I thought things couldn't be better a year later. I'd been promoted to sales manager and received a big raise in income, enough that Jackie could retire. I'd never seen Irene since she had moved out and I didn't miss her at all. I had just finished another big contract when my secretary told me I had a visitor, a Senora Vega y Gonzales, who had insisted on speaking with me. I walked to the door, introduced myself, and showed her to a chair.

"I feel I know you, Oscar—very well, in fact. I believe you knew my ex-husband, Robert." I was sure she could see the shock in my face when she continued. "I found Robert in the villa almost a week after you beat him with your belt and locked his nasty prick away. I must say that if anyone deserved that kind of treatment it was my lying scumbag of a husband.

"He is still alive, but barely. I keep him naked and chained in our basement until I want him to clean my pussy and my ass after my boyfriend has given me a good fucking. Sometimes it's more than one, but there's nothing he can do about it. I had iron shackles welded to his wrists and ankles. His wrists are permanently chained behind his back and his ankles are connected by a chain that is only about 25 centimeters long.