Marriage Plans

Mom looked hard at me for a long moment. "How would you like to go and live with Rick for a year?" She asked.

The doorbell rang. Mike packed his half hard cock back in his pants and headed downstairs to answer it. Mom was uncharacteristically quiet. I looked down and caught some of the text message. There was a photo of me kneeling in front of mom, my head between her thighs and a look of total rapture on her face. The red lacy babydoll was not long enough to cover my ass in that position, my ass was tilted upwards and framed by the ruffles of the matching thong. The texts read:

Mike: I'm not sure how long I can resist that cute little ass. 50 grand and it's yours, No questions asked.

Rick: 30K now, 30 more if he makes it a year. And the deal is off if you stick your ugly big dick in him.

Mike: She'll want to see him sometimes too.

Rick: I can see why, nasty bitch. She can have him for one day per month.

Mike: Ok, but if you don't have the money paid by the end of the reception tomorrow, I'm taking the slut down to the Nellie and selling him to the highest bidder.

Rick: I'll be there in an hour. Can you keep your dick in check till then?

Mike: Deal.

I was stunned. I had been sold! Part of me wanted to cry with shame and humiliation. The full force of Mikes distain for me was crushing. And my Mom going along with it all as if it was just a big joke, too drunk and stoned to consider the seriousness of their actions. It left me feeling empty and alone and frightened.

But then I had been bought! Bought for a huge sum by the guy I had a crush on, the very rich and attractive guy who liked me. Part of me wanted to cry with joy. He would want to fuck me, he was openly gay, so by default that made me gay too. Was I ready to be branded gay? That was frightening.

I leaned my head on my mom's shoulder and the tears began to flow. She hugged me and whispered kind soothing words until I stopped sobbing. Her hands were roaming over me again, stroking and petting me. Her warm little hands on the bare smooth skin of my ass was both soothing and sensual. I kissed her neck, nuzzling into the comfort of her flesh, absorbing the delicious sensations she was sending around my body, She moaned at my kiss, moving her neck as she reveled in the thrill of it. Her little hand snuck down between our bodies and gently stroked the front of the panties and my hard cock trapped within. It was my turn to moan., I was desperate for release and my hips squirmed as I gave an involuntary moan of pleasure.

She giggled. "Oh, baby, you need it bad. Don't you!" She gripped my cock tightly through the thin fabric, stroking me slowly.

I moaned. "Ohhhh please." And rode my hips up to her, gasping at the strength of desire in me, my whole body craving the release that I was rushing towards. She stroked me in long even strokes. "Please." I repeated in desperation, my body jerking at the brink of orgasm.

She slowly pulled her hand away.

I gasped. "Please!" Panting uncontrollably, my body poised on the edge of a huge orgasm.

She lifted her head, watching me, drinking in my desperation. "Ohhhh, but it makes me so hot to see you like this." She toyed with a nipple, obviously turned on by my confusion. Then, as my breathing slowed, she snaked her hand back down to my cock, giggling as I gasped at the pleasure of her renewed touch. She ran her fingers lightly over the length of my aching shaft, rubbing the head through the silky material. Focusing in on the most sensitive spot, she rubbed hard and fast, drawing me quickly up to the brink again. My hips rocked forward as I tried to magnify her caresses but the more I tried the slower and gentler her touch became.

I writhed and moaned helplessly under her expert ministrations, release so close but so forbidden. I kept whimpering "please" but all she did was watch me suffer until, giggling, she pulled her hand away.

"You are soooo much fun to play with!" She purred into my ear before nipping the lobe with her teeth. "Mike would have torn my arms off for that!"

I couldn't reply, I just groaned as my body squirmed at the lack of release.

"Let's go play with make up!" She stood up and pulled me up and after her. We crossed the landing to her bedroom where she pushed me down into the little chair in front of the dressing table. She sat down astride my lap facing me and started working on my face. She chattered away as she did so, pausing at one point to reach down and stroke me back to within a hair's breadth of cumming, telling me that once I look pretty enough she will help me cum in my panties. She does my eyes, my cheeks, my lips, curling tongs, hairspray and glitter in my hair, she paints my nails, fingers and toes. Then she leans back, surveying her work.

"Yummy!" She purrs as her fingers find my hard nipples, pinching and rolling them. "You look hot, girlfriend. You will turn some heads tomorrow! You will love the dress, it will fit you like a glove. You are so sexy, baby, Ricky's a lucky guy. He'll look after you. He knows how lucky he is." She slips her hand back down to my cock, stroking my tightly bunched ball sack before teasing the head and shaft again.

I am feeling light headed, my breathing comes hard and my eyes glaze over, all I can think about is the sex, the unyielding rush of lust. I feel the rush as her fingers tease me closer and closer to the edge. My hands are on her tits, stroking the sensual soft skin, rolling and pulling the tightly swollen nipples.

She moaned. "Ohhhh, yeahhhhh, sweetie, pinch them hard! You make me so wet, make my pussy soooo wet. You going to cum for me, sweetie? Cum in your panties for your mama? Are you sweetie?"

I'm gasping, panting "Please, yes, please, mama." There is a dark lustful heat about her, she rubs me harder and faster. My whole being is focused on the rush of impending orgasm when her hand is slapped away.

I look up, startled, more desperate than ever for release. "Oh, no you don't. This one is mine." Said Rick, grinning down at us.

"Oh, Ricky. Couldn't you wait 'til I had my fun!" Mom complained with a flirty grin.

"No way. He's all mine now." He handed her a cheque. "Now get off my property!"

She stood up, her eyes wide as she read the numbers.

"Are you sure about this?" She asked. "I mean, it's a fuck of a lot of money and its a bit fucking sudden, What if he's not gay?"

"Oh, don't you worry your dirty little mind about us." Rick said with a wide easy smile. "By the time I'm done with him, he's going to be a certified card carrying fag." He bent down and fastened a hot pink collar around my neck and matching cuffs on my wrists.

"I don't know." Said mom, looking worried at the sight of the cuffs. "What if..........."

"Oh, stop whining and worrying. Jamie isn't. We're only ten minutes away and if Jamie decides it's over then it will be." He tugged me to my feet and lead me away "Of course, if Jamie decides to leave I will want my money back!" He called cheerily over his shoulder as we started down the stairs.

The stairs were slow going, it was so difficult to balance on the high heels. I was relieved when Rick eased his tugging on the leash. I picked my way down slowly and we were met at the bottom by Mike. He grinned at Rick then tipped his glass to me. "Enjoy your new position! You might as well, cos you're not coming back here!" He slapped my near naked buttock as I walked past, trying to ignore his words. "And you enjoy breaking the little bitch boy in, he'll be a tight little fuck." He leered at Rick.

"Don't you worry about me, I can do all I want with my new little girl. You go upstairs and take care of your own." Rick joked and lead me out of the door into the warm night air, into the street.

I was too scared to look to see if anyone was watching. I followed Rick, my heels clicking on the path, my heart pounding, feeling very self-conscious and almost sick with embarrassment. We walked down the road a bit to get to his car. I felt like the whole world was watching me but no one called out to us. Rick didn't seem bothered, he was leading me down a suburban street on a leash. I was dressed in a bright red see through baby doll nightie that barely reached the tops of my legs, a matching red thong, black fishnets and red fuck-me pumps. From a distance perhaps I could be mistaken for a girl, but what kind of girl allows herself to be lead down the street in lingerie on a leash by a guy in the middle of the night?

At the time it seemed like it took forever to get to his car but we did get there and he opened the door for me. I got into the passenger seat and he walked around, got in and started the car. As we pulled away from the curb, he ran his hand up my leg and across the satin front of my panties. "Somebody enjoyed her little walk!" He said patting the bulging fabric.

As we drove, he spoke to me. "I have been watching you for some time now, watching you grow up, waiting for the right time to add you to my stable. You know I am gay. That my interest in you is based on lust and desire and the sensual pleasure of the flesh. I own you now, my pet. You are mine to do with exactly as I please. If you obey my every demand, I will reward you. If you ever disobey me, I shall punish you severely. You cannot begin to imagine the pleasures that await you, or indeed the depths of pain I can inflict. You will soon learn to obey. I shall make sure of that. Your obedience will be rewarded with pleasure, your disobedience with pain and humiliation. You may not consider yourself gay, I personally don't care, what I can see tells me you are not completely straight. But even if you are straight, I still own you and you will still follow my orders, always.