Truth or Dare

This time, his hands at the back of her head were not so sudden, though they were as insistent, but she did not try to fight them now. There was a moment's fear, it was true, when she first felt them there, however he was still so relaxed beneath her, still so accepting of her touch, that she did not take his intervention as a sign of anger or disapproval. Rather, it was guidance, a teaching she must learn from. He was showing her how better to please him and indeed, she could only be grateful for this, so that she only went with it now when he once again began to push her firmly down.

She hit the gag reflex, of course, her body automatically stiffening up though she tried hard not to let it. Every muscle, every basic instinct tried to get her to pull right back, but she fought to control it, fighting against herself rather than him now and breathing quickly through her nose as she did so. He pushed her through it, as he had known she needed him to do. His dick went right back into her, down her throat and she fought not to gag, fought to keep breathing steadily through her nose, knowing only that this was what he liked, this was what he wanted, and what did it matter if she could not breath then, for it was his pleasure alone which was important now.

Slowly, his fingers sliding into her hair and holding the back of her head tightly, painfully even, he began to pull her back up. She went with him, using her tongue as best she could, swirling it about the head of his dick, using her lips and mouth as much as possible even as he controlled her movements and her pressure. This time, when he pushed her down, he did so hard and quick and she wasn't ready for it, but she struggled to cope and he pulled her up again as quickly as he had pushed her down. Trying to go with him at first, she instead only made it harder, until she realised the best way was simply to let him have completely control, to let him use her face as he will. His hands were holding painfully hard in the hair at the back of her head, using it to pull her up and push her down, and she choked each time she went down over him, but it was only what she needed, what she deserved. She was to pleasure him and taking all of him in her mouth, her throat, her nose buried in his public hair, for that was what pleased him. If she could not do that herself, then he must show her how, but if she made him have to go to such lengths then pain was only what she deserved.

Faster he moved her now and she knew from his breathing, from the low way he moaned beneath his breath and even from the way he shifted his hips beneath her face, that his climax was not long off. She tried to ready herself for it, to do as he said and swallow all he would give her, to take the life giving fluid of his body and be grateful for his gifts. His hands clutched hard suddenly at the back of her head, gripping her hair with a blinding, flashing pain, and his limbs stiffened. He pushed her then, pushed her head down, far, far down, until her throat was forced to totally engulf his spasming cock.

Warm, sticky cum hit the back of her throat, coated her mouth, and she struggled automatically to try and breath but he held her down hard by that painful, agonising grip, and she could only do what she could to swallow. After the first couple of pumps, he pulled her back some and she could breath easier now as she took his seed in her mouth, swallowing fast, so much of it she could not catch it all and it dripped out from her lips across her face and chin. He seemed to orgasm for so long, his cries muffled through clenched teeth, using her to deposit his load of ejaculate, pulling her head over his dick so it all went in her mouth, or at the least, across her face.

When, finally, he had finished, his muscles relaxing slowly, the vice grip he had on her hair loosening somewhat, she was able to pull back and take her lips from him, gasping hard. She only hovered there for a moment, her face dripping with his cum, holding it by his own wet, sticky dick as she tried to breath. He only let his hands fall back and relaxed, breathing deeply.

"I dared you to swallow every drop, don't forget," his words, breathless and satiated, but determined to make her finish, even if he had already received his pleasure. She did not try to argue, she was long beyond fighting him and besides, he had dared her to worship his dick and leaving it in such a state was not faithfully following that instruction.

As she lay there, half sprawled between his legs, her face by his still only partially soft dick, she raised one hand to her face and wiped the cum from her own cheek and chin with her index finger. Then, slowly, she put it in her mouth and licked it clean, going through this process again and again, until she felt all the cum he had sprayed upon her face gone, swallowed, accepted as her reward for pleasuring him so. It did not make her face particularly clean, she still felt sticky across her cheek and chin where the cum had been and nothing less than a shower would change that, but she welcomed that feeling now. Welcomed the feel of the old remains of his cum drying upon her. A reminder she had pleased him, a reward for being able to do so.

She cleaned his dick with her tongue next, licking it gently, removing the ejaculate and the sweat and the saliva and swallowing it all, just as he had instructed her. She did this carefully, going over not just his dick, but right down between his legs, across his balls and all about his groin as well. She made sure she missed none and she took her time to ensure he was clean, knowing that until she had done this, she was not at all finished.

But once she had done it, she knew it was definitely over.

The world came back to her as she finally sat back and away from him. As she pushed herself up to kneel straight, her back and legs protesting from unusual angle in which she had been lying, the back of her head throbbing from where he had gripped and pulled her hair so tight. The world came back to her and she knew they were watching her each with grins on their faces, she knew this had changed things somehow, that the game had gone beyond all they had ever expected and become something else again.

She had survived dare, double-dare even. Survived it, dealt with it, got through it. And she was only very, very glad they could not see inside her head and know just how low she had fallen when she had been sucking his dick, just how totally she had accepted his dominance over her. These secrets she would hide, if she could. They shamed her too much, as much as they made her burn.

Brett clapped as she stood up, a mocking clap, accompanied by laughter. She only moved away, trying to get a grip of her thoughts, trying to wonder how she could let Davy do that to her, make her feel that way, make her want to serve him so totally. The humiliation made her cheeks burn and perhaps she couldn't hide that, but she could try not to let them know she how confused she was by her own needs. How frightened she was at her own reaction to his brutal dominance, why she liked it when he was so rough and demanding. The dread which came with knowing he was already well aware of exactly what she was like.

"Enjoy that, Elspeth?" Davy challenged as she stood up, but she refused to look at him, refused to answer.

"It's done. I completed the dare," she said instead, then wished her voice hadn't wavered so much. She swallowed, and tasted him.

His chuckle was amused. "You did, very satisfactorily too."

Suddenly, he pushed himself upwards, standing also. Sometime between her finishing cleaning his dick and his standing now, he had put himself away again, fastened his jeans, hidden that which she had so focussed upon for what seemed a lifetime. She couldn't help but glance to him, he was taller than her, stronger than her and he was standing far too close now for her liking.

"Yet I asked if you enjoyed it," he continued once he stood, his voice low. "You didn't answer me."

She frowned, realising suddenly this wasn't over, not at all, and she looked up to find his face malicious, his grin dark indeed. She stepped back at the sight of it, unwittingly so, but there wasn't much room to move for there was a couch to one side of her and a small table to another.

"And I don't have to answer," she snapped at him. "You dared me to pleasure you, you dared me to swallow you. Which I did. You don't have any further rights over me now, Davy."

His laughter worried her because it was so confident, because it seemed not to care for the truth or otherwise of that. He stepped towards her again and in unison she stepped back what little she could, but she saw him nod down at Brett as she did so and all of a sudden Brett himself was standing up and right behind her and his arms were suddenly around her body.

She panicked, struggling hard, but Brett trapped her arms and took hold of her shoulders and it didn't matter how much she fought or cursed or pleaded, he was stronger than her. They were both stronger than her and how was she supposed to fight two of them at once when either one could easily overpower her alone? Still she tried, fear and desperation driving her on, but Brett held her firm from behind and Davy only approached from in front and she felt a terror suddenly at her own helplessness, tears pricking her eyes.

"Stop it. Fuck you, fuck you, stop it," she tried to swear at them and when that didn't work, she turned to pleading. "Please, Davy, don't do this. Please... for fuck's sake, I'm begging you. You want me to beg? Then I'm doing it, just don't do this..."

It wasn't much of an attempt at begging, she was too confused between her anger and her fear, but he only grinned anyway and Brett simply laughed by her ear. Davy came to a still so close in front of her she was all but sandwiched between them and she flinched and tried to pull away from him, but Brett held her solid and there was no where for her to go, nowhere to run. With that same knowing grin, Davy just reached down and gathered up the hem of her skirt in his hand.

"I just want to find out if you enjoyed it, Elspeth," he told her, all but innocently. "Just getting the necessary proof, you understand."

"Don't, please... this was not part of the dare..." she tried desperately, but it wasn't going to do any good.

"A minor detail," he grinned, enjoying himself and her fear, his expression mocking indeed. "Oh, no need to panic, sweetheart, no need to struggle. Fighting only makes it worse, you know that."

Nonetheless, she swore at him again and struggled hard still, but he only bunched up her skirts and raised them quickly and before she could even try to argue with him, he had his hand under her dress and inside her pants and quickly, suddenly, hard up inside of her, too.

She cried out as his fingers entered her so quickly, so hard and rough. He only laughed, drew them out a little and then shoved them back in once again, three of them, as hard as he could make it, so that her body bucked against him with a real cry of pain. She could not struggle now, she was helpless against them. Brett held her firm and Davy leant against the front of her, his hand up hard inside her, moving his fingers so that she squirmed and tried to plead with him not to.

"I knew it. You're dripping wet for me, slut," he sneered at her, shoving his fingers again hard inside of her, so that she gulped in pain even as she knew what he said was so very true, she could not deny it. "You fucking loved every minute of it."

She clenched her eyes shut and nodded, not wanting to see his face as she made this admission, a confession she could not avoid. She had loved it, she had loved him ordering her, demanding her obedience, commanding her every move. He had told her to worship his dick and so she had, it had been the focus of her world, his pleasure the only important thing. As if he really were her one and true god and she had cowered before him, frightened and in awe of his power, desperate only to please him. How could he do that to her? How could she let him?

"Say it. I want to hear you say it," he demanded, his voice hard. "Open your eyes, look me in the face and say it."

She could not help it, her eyes flickered open, but she tried to shake her head, she really did. "Davy, please..." she tried desperately, but he only twisted his fingers inside of her and she lost the words of protest in a half moan of desperate pleasure and half a cry of pain rolled into one.

"Don't you dare fight me. You're standing there squirming on my hand, you're in no position to call the shots," he declared darkly.

She sagged in Brett's arms, her eyes glazed and her head lolling back against him as Davy's hand moved inside of her. Even now it felt so fucking good.

"I loved it," she whispered, her voice hoarse from desire and confusion. "I loved worshipping your dick. I loved grovelling at your feet, licking you clean, obeying your word. I loved it all..."

His hand slipped from her, her skirts fell back into place. Brett's arms around her began to loosen, but she was not struggling now. Not anymore. Davy only grinned, triumph written right throughout his expression as he brought his hand up to her face and held his fingers, sticky and covered in her own juices, right by her mouth. She knew what he wanted her to do and even though Brett's hold on her was loose and easily shrugged off now, even though now she could have fought them away, she did not. Instead she just did as he required and took his fingers into her mouth.

She tasted herself upon his skin, using her tongue and lips and slowly licking his hand clean, taking her time to ensure she missed nothing and sucking gently upon each of his fingers in turn. As she did so, she looked him straight in the eyes and she did not look away. She kept his stare and she held it, even in the face of his possessive, dangerous, triumphant smile.

When she was done, when he pulled his fingers from her mouth, cleaned, and wiped them dry upon her own blouse, she returned his smile with a sly one of her own.

"But I still fully completed my dare and you still have no further rights over me, Davy Parker," she told him then and suddenly pulled roughly out of Brett's hold, stepping from them to stand on her own, but at the same time refusing to back right away.

Davy's face fell in shock. He had not expected that, not expected she would exert some self control now and indeed, he probably was well aware what it cost her to do so when everything he had said was only truth. She was burning for him, her underpants were soaked with her need for him, but she would not let him take her that easily, he was going to have to work for it. Besides, if there was one thing she knew by now, it was that Davy knew well how to play the game.

Completing their little triangle, Brett began to laugh. She grinned at him, then only waited for Davy to respond to what was clearly her challenge. His expression grew angry. She had known he wasn't going to let a challenge like that go by unheeded, that it wouldn't take much for her to metaphorically throw down the glove and be sure he would snatch it back up again. It was the reason she pushed him so hard to begin with.

He quickly turned, snatched the cap with the bits of screwed up paper up from the ground where it still lay and held it out to her.

"Then choose, Elspeth. Choose and we'll see who can demand rights and who must simply obey," he snapped at her. She smiled, quite sweetly, and shook her head.

"Nup. Not my turn," she told him. Brett laughed even harder. Davy swore. He wanted her, he wanted her at his feet, begging him for release, for mercy, for simply the chance to please him, just so long as she was there and she was hanging on his every command. But there were rules to this game and she used them now to her own advantage and the fact was, she had just completed her turn. It was Brett's now and then it would be Davy's again before once more it passed to her. What's more, when it came to her again it would not longer be Davy's turn to choose, either. It would be Brett's.

Which meant that, just as she had suspected, Brett would play the deciding hand in this little game of theirs. And from the smile on his face, he knew it too.

It was Brett who took the cap from Davy's clenched fist, who smiled as he reached inside it and took out one small bit of paper. She didn't trust him, of course. Brett would go whichever way suited him best, whichever way offered him the most rewards and he was as dominant sexually as Davy was, a fact which definitely did not bode well for her. And yet he wanted Davy almost as badly as she did, heterosexual Davy always so uncomfortable with his friend's homosexuality. He was never going to get him of course, Davy would never let it get that far, but if Brett had her on his side then he might manage a little something. She hoped he would see it that way, anyway. It was the only thing in her favour at this point.

Brett laughed when he read what was on that paper. "Promise," he grinned at them, holding it out as proof.

She glanced at it, unsure how this would affect the flow of events. It was still Davy's choice at this point and previously she would have expected him to use this chance for some kind of revenge. Brett had treated him pretty hard over the course of their game, doing all he could to find ways of extracting his pleasures from the very unwilling Davy. It was Brett who had forced him to wear the anal plug which still remained inside of him now; it was Brett who had felt him up, who had insisted on doing so even when it had technically been outside the boundaries of the game. Yet going for revenge now would not suit Davy's purposes and if nothing else, Davy was always prepared to do whatever necessary to get what he really wanted.

Davy had one choice, one promise he could ask of Brett, and then it was all out of his hands. Following this, he himself would have to choose from the hat and then he would have to submit to Brett's choice in response to that. Then it would fall on her once again, but Brett would be deciding for her as well, Davy wouldn't even get a look in. So this was it, this was his last chance. He breathed deeply, watching Brett and thinking through his options.

"Promise me you'll side with me against her."

At first, she didn't think she'd heard him correctly. She had been expecting a kind of subtlety from him, a sly ploy perhaps, or an insidious manipulation, anything but this blunt, brutal honesty. Now she could only stare, unable to believe even he had gone this far. It pushed the boundaries of their game so much that it was coming damn close to breaking it completely. Indeed, this was so far outside of the rules that he surely couldn't hope to get away with it. Alliances were made and broken with each round, that was how the game was played, but this would shift the balance of power so greatly and so permanently that there could be no game after this, not if he got away with it. Not if Brett let him.

She turned quickly the moment she realised it was not Davy who would decide this, but Brett himself. She found him frowning, obviously uncertain how best to handle this development, not to mention deal with the sheer intensity in Davy's voice.

"I don't know if this is right, Davy," he began with a frown. "That's not a promise which has anything to do with me and everything to do with Elspeth. I don't think that's really within the game..."

"You pulled out promise, I've asked for the promise I want," Davy shot back, determined and sticking to his choice.

"Yeah, but it's meant to be something involving me, not her. It's not really fair, is it?"

Brett's voice sounded reasoned, logical even. He did not, however, sound like he was overly horrified by Davy's demands for his promise. Her initial certainty that Brett would deny Davy this because it was outside the rules of the game began to fade rather dreadfully. He sounded merely undecided, as if he could be persuaded either way by a good argument. Or a good bribe.