Reluctance

Many thanks to HMAuthor for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version.

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Something clammy was covering Dalton's face when he woke up, and the first thing he did was reach to remove it.

The second thing he did was try to say something when he found that he couldn't move his arms. Actually, he could move them, but not much. He felt them being held to his sides. He couldn't see them, but he could see his legs. When he saw his legs, he tried to yell.

He heard his yell, but barely, because it was muffled by the clammy thing on his face. Then he looked up and saw a mirror on the ceiling. That's when he really got frightened.

Reflected in the mirror was a body nearly covered in latex. It was on a bed, with cushions raising the upper body to a 45-degree angle. The arms were strapped to each side of the body, but the legs were in the air. They were held there by cables coming down from the ceiling that were attached to latex sheaths encasing each calf. The calves were not only raised but also pulled back toward the upper body and spread wide apart, pulling the butt slightly off the bed. The legs were pulled far enough apart to see the anus between the hairy cheeks.

Dalton knew even before he watched the body in the mirror try to move its legs that the body was his body, covered in latex, but naked from below his belly button to the top of his thighs. There were also a couple of openings where his nipples were. His head was in a latex hood, with openings only at the eyes and each nostril. For a while, he tested the restraints, but when he saw that it was useless he stopped moving and started thinking.

The last thing he remembered was sitting at the kitchen table with Polly and Terry. He didn't remember the conversation, but he didn't think it was an argument this time. For the past two years he and Polly had been doing nothing but fighting.

It had started when he had lost his job. For a while he had looked for work but one day, after another unsuccessful interview, he had gone to a bar and drunk himself into oblivion, missing two other appointments. After that, he had given up trying. At first, Polly had been sympathetic, but as he began drinking all day while she was gone, she had become impatient. She had been supporting the two of them, and told him that she didn't mind that, but he had to start going to Alcoholics Anonymous or some other support group to get help. He had kept promising, but never kept his promises.

She had started threatening to throw him out, but never followed through. They had settled into an unhappy pattern of her threatening him and nagging him to do something about his alcoholism, and him ditting and steaming silently, hating her and hating himself. Then one day, he had snapped and yelled back at her and slapped her. She had run to the bathroom, locking herself in for an hour. He had heard her crying while he was apologizing outside and begging her to forgive him.

A week later, he had done it again, this time he punching her in the stomach and pulling her hair. It had gotten worse from there. Her body had become covered with bruises. At first when he was sober, he had felt terrible and apologized to her and even cried when he saw what he had done. But then he hadn't been able to face what he was doing and stayed drunk most of the time. She had screamed and yelled and tried to fight back when he attacked her, but for some reason, she hadn't walked out on him. She had started wearing clothes that covered her shame and begun putting on heavy makeup to hide her discolored face.

Her friends had known their relationship was stormy, but it wasn't until nine months after the abuse started that they had found out .They had confronted him, and he had wept and apologized and said he would start going to AA and wouldn't hurt her again, but he lied about both things.

He remembered her friend Terry had come over. It was a Saturday morning, and they had all been drinking coffee. He tried hard to remember the conversation, but he couldn't. He had no idea how he had gotten into the bizarre latex outfit he was wearing or how he had gone from sitting at his kitchen table to being unable to move on this bed.

He lay quietly for a while, and then he heard voices. He saw two young women walk into the room and come over to look at him. They were both beautiful blondes, and they were also dressed in latex. Their outfits were tight and looked like they were molded to their voluptuous bodies. They were cut low at the the bodice, so their full breasts were almost falling out of them, and there was just a narrow piece of latex, like a bikini between their firm round buttocks, which were almost fully exposed. They were wearing latex boots with high spike heels. Despite his situation, he was aroused when he looked at the women.

They were talking English, but he had a hard time understanding them, and not just because his ears were covered with the latex hood. They both had thick European accents.

"Sorry I'm late, Alicia" said one. "One of the stupid zippers got stuck. These outfits take forever."

"No problem, Brianna" said the other. "But we're on in 10 minutes. Let's go over the data sheets right away." They walked a few steps away from Dalton, so their voices were softer. He strained to hear them.

"He's a Russian," said Alicia, "and his name is Igor. Sure it is. Terry recruited him. That's funny. She's never brought in anyone before."

Terry, thought Dalton. So Terry has something to do with this. Polly was talking about Terry the other day. She was worried about her because of her new web design job. He tried to remember why Polly was upset. She had said It wasn't a reputable company. That was it. Terry was working for a company that owned a bunch of porn sites.

"This is his first time live streaming, according to Terry," said Brianna, "but his girlfriend, Irina, is a domme, and he has been doing this stuff with her for fun. He got so excited about being on the Internet with us that he wrote out all sorts of suggestions. Here's the list of what he's willing to do. It covers everything we do, plus some really extreme stuff. I don't even know if Susie and Cindy do some of these things.

"He says here that he loves to pretend he's reluctant with his girlfriend, so she will force him to do the things he likes, so he's going to act like he's fighting us today. And he's even written an outline of a script that we can improvise around.

"It sounds like it might be fun for the audience. He's supposed to be an alcoholic and has been abusing his girlfriend, beating her up and so forth. She and some friends drugged him and brought him here to be taught a lesson. We're not supposed to take off his hood, so nobody will ever know it's him, except the girlfriend and her friends. I think we can do that, although the hood will have to come off for the finale."

Dalton listened in a daze. Were they talking about him? What was going on?

The girls came over to him. "Welcome, Igor," said Alicia. "For a first timer, you seem to know a lot about what we do. We like your ideas, so once the cameras are on, we'll play it out the way you wrote it. You sound so enthusiastic that we doubt you'll be able to act reluctant for long. Remember, the key to making the audience think you're unwilling is to control your excitement. We know from experience it will be hard for you to act reluctant, but we'll try to help as much as we can. Our audience really gets turned on by imagining our guests are being forced.

"Terry probably told you that the show is streaming live and the audience submits suggestions online for what we should do to you. I'm sure their suggestions will be somewhere on the list you gave us, so there won't be any surprises. From start to finish, it's an hour. Brianna and I are usually exhausted after an hour, and I'm sure you will be too.

"OK, I see the cameras are all set up, and those hot lights have been turned on. Let's see what we can do to please the folks."

She turned from him and walked a few steps away, where he couldn't see her. Then he heard some rock music briefly, and as it faded away, he heard Brianna speaking.

"Hi guys," she said, "welcome back. Yes, we love you, too. Thanks for the nice messages even before we start. Well, Alicia and I have another special guest to introduce this week. His name is Igor, and he's from Russia.

"Unlike most of our guests, Igor is not happy to see us. See, Igor is what we call reluctant. He doesn't want to be here. But he's been a bad boy. He wouldn't stop beating up his girlfriend, and so she and some of her friends put something in his coffee and brought him to our studios and got him all ready for the Brianna and Alicia Show.

"We know how much you like reluctant guests, so if you have any friends who you think would enjoy this, call or text them right now. It's going to be a special show. You know we love you guys and always do our best to make our shows special.

"Wow! That was fast. It looks like we already have double the usual viewers, and we haven't started yet. Thanks for texting your friends. We promise not to disappoint anyone. And look at all the suggestions you've already sent us. You haven't even seen Igor. Let's go over and meet him now."

"Here he is," said Alicia. "As you can see, guys, he's not a pudgy little guy like some of our guests. He's big, and he's solid, and look down here. Let me pick it up. I think this is the longest, thickest one we've ever seen on our show. I wonder what it will look like when it's hard. Let me hold it here and give it a little slap to say hello. Look at it flop back and forth. I don't think Igor liked that from the way his body reacted.

"I wonder what he'll think of this. Get a camera in here where I'm grabbing the bottom of his thing. If I grab it here, I can twist it around like this. It's getting all twisted, Igor, like you are, because you hit your girlfriend. Now I'll let it go and watch it spin around while I slap it. It's stopped, but let me give it five hard slaps to send it flying again. Now how about five hard slaps on his balls?

"I can hear you, Igor. Your girlfriend made us promise to cover your head so nobody would find out who you are or your moans and screams would be a lot louder. But we can still hear you even through your hood, can't we, guys?

"My my. What's happening out there? I think you like it so far, because you must have been telling some more friends. We have more than a hundred of you watching already. I'm so excited to be sharing Igor with all our new friends, and our regular fans, too. Let's take a look at some of the suggestions coming in.

"I see several of you have the same idea. You want us to milk Igor with our special pump. It's a great idea. His penis and balls are so large, there's probably a lot of milk inside him. And who knows, he might get thirsty. Yes, I see that a lot of you made that suggestion, too, so we'll get to that later.

"OK, Brianna and I are going to be busy for a few minutes, but our assistants are going to move the lights in closer so the cameras can get good closeups of what we're going to do next."

Dalton tried to escape Alicia's hands when she began playing with his penis, but he was helpless. And the pain was so bad when she began slapping it, he felt like he would faint. But that was nothing compared to the agony of her slapping his testicles. When she finished, he was gasping.

He listened to her and tried to understand what she was saying. He saw and felt some hot lights being moved near his crotch, but then he couldn't see what was going on because the girls were bending over him. He felt his balls and penis being moved around for a few minutes, and then the girls stood up.

"There we are," said Alica. "You're so big that you won't go all the way into the tube, Igor, but I don't think that will cause any problems. Can you see yourself inside the clear plastic? Let me clean the outside off a little so our friends watching won't have any trouble seeing. That's it. OK, we're ready. Turn on the juice, Brianna.

Do you feel anything yet, Igor? Maybe not. Our milking machine is always set on low suction, so the man doesn't finish too fast. But look, the suction is already pulling and stretching your penis, and you're all red inside there. Our fans love to watch as you get aroused and then agitated before your milk comes gushing out. And that's only the beginning of the fun. Because we're going to keep this going for almost the entire hour and see how many times we can make you come. After a while, you'll be sucked dry, but you'll come anyway. You can't help yourself with our little sucker. When there's nothing left to come out, it's not a good feeling. What is it Brianna?"

Brianna had just screamed loudly and then giggled. "Look at the numbers, Alicia," she yelled. "We're up to a thousand. I think Igor is going to set a new record for us. You guys, we love you. You're really getting into this. And lots of women have joined you. The women are really spreading the word. There are lots more of you than we've ever had. You don't like what Igor did to his girlfriend, and I don't blame you.

"All of you are really getting aroused by Igor's twisting and turning. Well, everybody, keep those hands going between your legs, because you ain't seen nothin' yet. Thank you so much for telling your friends. Where else are they going to get so much entertainment for so little money?"

"Look, Brianna," said Alicia. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I see Igor's big thing vibrating a little inside that plastic tunnel, and his body's jumping like crazy. Get ready, everybody. I think Igor's about to come hard. Wheeee! There he goes. Look at that jism squirting out of him. Watch everybody, it's getting sucked up that tube and ending up here in our collection jar. We're not going to let any of it go to waste, nosiree."

"While our little sucker finishes collecting everything Igor can give up, we have some requests to pay attention to this little puckered rosebud right below his balls, Alicia," said Brianna. "Would you like to start, or shall I?"

"Go right ahead," said Alicia.

"OK, we want to carefully explore the little treasure in the middle of Igor's hairy jungle," said Brianna. "If you're thinking about doing this at home, first of all, don't, because we're professionals, and it's much safer to watch us. But if you do anyway, watch what I do. See, I start slowly. Just one finger dipped into this thick white lube. If you are low on money, just buy some Crisco, like we did.

"Now, in it goes. Just a little finger, but Igor definitely responded. Most men like a finger or two in there when you're making love, but then again, a lot of them just get upset, and that's also fun, right Igor? Are you trying to say something through your hood? I wish we could take it off, but we promised your girlfriend.

"Now, see I'm taking my finger out and dipping two fingers in the lube, and then back they go. Let's move them in and out of Igor, slowly and gently. Alicia turned off the sucker, but why don't you turn it back on now, and let's see if my two fingers can help the sucker get Igor hard again. Look at that> He may be unhappy about my fingers, but nobody told his penis.

"Now, we'll see what happens when three fingers are coated with lube and slowly pushed into Igor. Wow! That was some reaction! And you know what's coming next? Did you hear that, guys? He's got a lot of energy. Look how he started moving his butt back and forth when I took my fingers out. It looks like he doesn't want them inside anymore.

"Let me get all four fingers coated, and then we'll play a game of dodgeball. OK, here I come, Igor. That was great. You felt my fingers touching your little rosebud, and you moved it fast. Isn't this fun? Here they come again, and there you go. Let's try again. You have good reactions. But we have lots of things to do, so I'm sorry, but this time, I'm going to have to follow your butt as it moves and slowly push and push and there, we've got four inside. Let's move them in and out. You aren't enjoying this, Igor, but I don't think your girlfriend enjoyed it when you were battering her. Since you punched her, I think I need to punch you, too. Wait, what is it, Alicia?"

"We just beat our record," said Alicia, "and the numbers are still going up. All you guys and gals out there, we love you to death, especially me, because my car's dying, but guess what? I'm putting a down payment on a new one tomorrow. Thank you so much. I would love to just thank you for the rest of the hour, but that's not why you're here, is it, folks?

"You know what, I'm so happy, I'm going to join Brianna, if she doesn't mind. I'd like to put some fingers into Igor, too. Is that what you'd like, folks? Well, that was a flood of messages with one word, so let's see what we can do. Here we are. First I want to give Brianna a big kiss for being the best co-host a girl could ever have.

"Now I want to give her a high five, like this, and now I want to give her a low five, but where is her other hand. Oh, there it is, inside Igor, or at least four fingers are. If I want to put my fingers against hers, I guess I've got to go into that hairy pit, too. Don't go crazy on me, Igor. I haven't even done anything, and you're throwing your body around like a flipping fish.

"I know you can take one little bitty finger next to Brianna's. See, that wasn't hard. Now, let's try for two. That's good, Brianna, move your fingers around like that to make room. Yay! Two are in. Now it's getting a little crowded in there. I hear you puffing up there, Igor. Just hold on, because I'm coming. And a little twist here, and we have three fingers plus four fingers.

"Now it's time to pray. I'm going to get my four fingers touching Brianna's four fingers like we're praying inside your anus. That's going to take a little work. Your head is knocking against the mattress, Igor. Good thing it's nice and soft. Just relax if you can. It will only take a second. Let me wiggle this and slide it over here, and there were are. We did it!

"Now turn and face the camera and smile, Brianna. Look at the messages pouring in. They love it. Are you smiling or frowning, Igor? Well, Brianna and I are going to continue our duet for the folks now, because we're going to keep our hands flat and tight on each other and start slowly moving out of you, like that. Not all the way, but just to the first knuckle, and now back in as far as we can go. Too bad we can't go further, but our thumbs are in the way.

"Can you hear Igor, folks? It doesn't sound like he's enjoying our low fives. OK, everybody out there, go one and two and one and two with us, and we're slowly going to pick up the speed like a choo-choo train. All of you, omigosh, more than 5,000 of you, are on this train. Wow, look at that! We're cruising down the track as smooth as you please. Thanks, Brianna. Get that lube ready, with your right hand and now push it between our hands and make a little space and shove it in. Did you see that folks. For a second there were two hands and another hand in between them? Oops! What happened?

"What did you say? We're down? OK, Brianna, why don't you pull out first, and then I will. What happened?"

Dalton's head collapsed down onto the bed as the hands came out. He saw the girls get up and walk away. He felt like he had been split in two at his crotch. His mind was barely working. All he knew was that these two hot girls were destroying him, and somehow Terry was involved. He tried to think of how he could escape, but he saw it was hopeless.

The girls came back and walked up to him. "I'm turning off the pump for now, Igor," said Alicia, "because we've been knocked out. Don't be upset. It's actually exciting. So many people joined our live stream that it overloaded our servers and we went down. They're working to patch almost every server on the site to our show now. Brianna and I are on commission, and we're making more money tonight than we've made for the entire last 2 1/2 years I've been working here. I think I might even make enough to pay off my college loan and look for a real job.