The Bully Pt. 08

"How would you like me to take your mind away from your worries, Mark?" she cooed seductively. "Would you like me to suck you off, or would you rather us make love?"

I could barely stammer a response such was my level of excitement. Lela gave me a sweet smile and lowered her lips to my nipple. Licking it very tenderly caused it to harden reflexively, and I felt my cock dance in my underwear. Lela began to gently nibble my other nipple, applying just the right amount of pressure so that it was all pleasure and no pain.

I inhaled sharply under the intense stimulation, and Lela responded with a giggle. Extending her tongue slightly, she slowly traced it from my nipple to my belly button, where upon reaching this highly sensitive area, Lela licked all around and inside it. Her head was just above my erect cock now, and as I looked down I imagined quite how incredible it would be when she finally sucked me off.

Lela was enjoying the control she had over me, and once again her tongue was on the move. Heading slowly southward, she traced it across the waist band of my underwear, licking the tip of my cock as she passed it en-route to my nuts. Pausing briefly to look up at me with a seductive smile, she then lowered her lips to my swollen balls, which were throbbing under her tender ministrations.

Lela took one of my nuts into her mouth, gently nibbling it through my underwear. I felt an expulsion of pre-cum moisten the front of my undies as she did so, and Lela let out another giggle. My girl teased me incessantly for about ten minutes, kissing, licking and nibbling my inner-thighs and scrotum, before she finally released my pulsating cock from its confinement. She must have known that I was in a high state of arousal, as my cock-head was throbbing, and was a deep hue of purple in its blood-engorged state. Pre-cum was pooling in the tip of my member, and had also leaked down the shaft. My breathing was ragged and shallow as I struggled to contain myself, and I had visible goosebumps all over my stomach.

Lela removed my underwear and tossed them onto the floor behind her. She looked up at me through her bangs and smiled.

"Did you decide how you want to have your first orgasm?" she whispered, alluding to the fact that this was going to be a protracted encounter.

Before I could respond Lela lowered her head. Once she was in her desired position, Lela extended her tongue and licked the underside of my scrotum, almost making contact with my taint. I let out a satisfied whimper and Lela slowly dragged her moist tongue across my nutsack, up the base of my cock, along the entire pulsating shaft, across my frenulum, and finally over the throbbing and blood-engorged glans. When she reached the tip of my cock-head, I expelled another blob of pre-cum and after she had licked it up, Lela lowered her head to base of my scrotum and repeated the process.

She teased me with such agonizingly slow movements, and the visual was so fucking sexy, that I knew I wouldn't last long. However, due to my sexual inexperience, I completely misjudged my ability to exercise control over my expulsion, and as I felt my nuts constrict I failed to stop Lela's teasing quickly enough. As her tongue brushed across my frenulum for the fifth or sixth time my cock erupted violently, expelling the contents of my swollen nuts right across Lela's upturned face. She recoiled in shock initially, before letting out an embarrassed giggle. Lela then guided the tip of my cock between her soft, moist lips and began to bob up and down on my cock-head.

Once inside the warm environs of her mouth I continued to ejaculate, shooting five or six ropes of semen right down Lela's throat. I had never experienced such sexual pleasure, and even after I stopped coming, Lela closed her lips tightly around my cock-head and suckled me tenderly until my cock went completely flaccid. I was shuddering with excitement and trying to take in the experience, when Lela turned to face me, opened her mouth, and seductively swallowed my load.

"Did that take the edge off, baby?" she teased, before getting back up on the bed.

Lela and I kissed tenderly for several minutes after she sucked me off, and I felt the strongest connection between us that I had ever experienced. Of course, even though there are some disadvantages of being a sexually inexperienced twenty something, there are also distinct advantages, one of which was very brief refractory period. Under Lela's sustained stimulation I felt my cock start to twitch, and less than twenty minutes later it began to get erect for the second time.

Once I was fully erect Lela wasted no time mounting me. I could feel the heat emanating from her young pussy as she grabbed the tip of my cock and guided me into her love-canal. In need of no additional lubrication, I slid balls-deep inside her which felt awesome. Even though I had come very recently, my sexual inexperience combined with my love for this woman conspired against me, and as Lela began to grind into me in search of her release, I felt my nuts constrict. I should have done the right thing and asked her to dismount, so that we could have worked together to provide her with some form of sexual release.

However, as Lela danced in my lap, all I could think about was my own needs. As the thought of release became all-consuming, I increased the pace of my thrusting. A few seconds later, as Lela was working furiously in search of her own release, I let out a cry of pleasure and unloaded deep inside my girlfriend's tight pussy. I could see the disappointment on her face as she realized that our encounter was over, and she made little effort to hide her disdain for me.

Several minutes later, after Lela composed herself, she turned her attention to the issue of the Statute of Limitations.

As we brainstormed our options, Lela decided that she would try and steal the evidence against me, namely the blue lace bra with my semen all over it.

"If I can get my hands on that bra," she began excitedly, "John's leverage over you will be gone."

This seemed like a great idea, but in the morning, when Lela casually mentioned the blue lace undergarment, John was one step ahead of the two of us.

"I am not stupid, Lela," he began aggressively. "I am thoroughly enjoying my leverage over Mark, but I also realize that without the DNA evidence I don't have much over him. For this reason, your lacy bra is locked away in my bank safe-deposit box. And if anything should happen to me..."

"Jesus, John," Lela interrupted. "We are fucking college kids. Nothing untoward is going to happen to you."

John looked in my direction, noticed the resignation in my eyes and seemed content to drop the matter. Lela was right. We were just young adults trying to get an education. The thought of actually killing my roommate never even crossed my mind for many reasons. First of all, being immersed in a law curriculum had taught me that nearly all murders with a clear motive were solved. Also, without a gun, there was no way I could harm John. In addition to the psychological advantage he held over me through years of subjugating me, he was also much stronger than me, and well-trained in multiple martial arts disciplines.

Strangely enough, the dynamic between the three of us changed after that night. Apparently, I had done a sufficiently good job of impersonating Lela that John transitioned from using her as his fuck-toy, to using me as the primary vent for his sexual frustrations. It was a slowly evolving change, and at first neither Lela or I were even aware that it was happening.

Monday morning, the day after our latest threesome, John informed Lela that she was free to drive up to the campus the following weekend, but he wouldn't require her sexual services. In fact, she was allowed to spend as much time as she desired with me. On the surface this appeared to be a magnanimous gesture on John's part, but as the week unfurled it was apparent that I was to be his new sexual outlet. In fact on Monday night, barely twenty fours hours after Lela and I pampered this self-centered asshole, he asked me to suck him off just before bedtime.

"I just need you to take the edge off, Mark," he informed me matter of factly. "You don't need to completely transform into Lela. Just wear something silky and spritz yourself in her scent."

I knew my options were limited based on the continued leverage he had over me. In truth, if John wasn't requiring me to completely feminize myself, it felt like a win. The transformation process in its entirety took over an hour, but slipping into a silky chemise and scenting myself took two minutes. So, I agreed. Enthusiastically, if truth be known.

As John relaxed beneath his duvet, I dimmed the lights, put on a peach colored silk nightie and gave myself a copious spray of Lela's perfume. Entering the low light environment of the bedroom, I saw him lying on his side supporting his head with his elbow on his pillow. We made eye contact and he gave me a genuine smile.

After seven years around this man I knew exactly what turned him on, so I immediately got into character. Adopting his preferred submissive persona, I lowered myself onto all fours and slowly crawled over to his bed. A broad smile appeared on his face as he recognized that we were on the same program, basically me taking care of his sexual needs as they arose, with minimal drama or fuss.

Even with my limited sexual history, I had reached the same conclusion that all men eventually discover about women. Intoxicating as they are with all their feminine delights, they still require much more maintenance than most men are willing to give. Lela was no different. Sure, on the surface she was John's fuck-toy, but she still required some level of intimacy, frequent conversations that reached deeper than most men wanted, and periodic displays of approval and affirmation.

I, on the other hand, was prepared to offer up a warm mouth, or a tight ass with no required reciprocation from my roommate. A true "blow and go," if you will. Neither of us knew how long this arrangement would serve to accommodate John's rapacious sexual appetite, but with the complete lack of female options on this "education first" campus, John and I reached an accord that worked for both of us.

To the uninitiated, it may not have been obvious what exactly I got from this arrangement. However, in my eyes if I could step up and be his primary sexual outlet, maybe John would slowly drift away from Lela and the two of us could eventually pursue our own dreams and aspirations. As these thoughts raced around in my head I crawled seductively towards his bed, lifting the corner of his duvet as I knelt on the floor next to the mattress.

Remaining completely silent, I slid my head and shoulders under the duvet. I eased my lips towards his erect cock, as he lay on his side. Most of John's sexual encounters with Lela required a certain amount of effort on his part, even as the primary goal was to satisfy his needs. It seems like it is ingrained in a male to want to reciprocate any pleasure received, and while Lela was definitely an easy come in his hands, it still involved work on John's part.

I, however, was offering a quick, no strings attached, no reciprocity required orgasm. I kissed the tip of John's erect cock and felt his pre-cum transfer to my lips. In an attempt to gauge the level of foreplay that he required tonight, I peppered his glans with light kisses and licks. John responded by thrusting his erection forcibly forward, answering my questions about how he wanted to blow his load. Adjusting to his input, I held my head perfectly still and parted my lips very slightly, in the process creating a perfectly formed "O" shaped passage for him to fuck.

John inched forward slightly, stuck his cock into the warm, moist environs of my mouth and began to rock slowly back and forth. After a few moments of fucking my face, I felt his hand resting on my silk-clad ass, the nightie having sufficient length to encase my lower back and buttocks in soft silk. There was no dialogue between us, no attempt to forge a connection, no effort on his part to provide any reciprocation, this was just pure selfish animal release.

With minimal fuss or drama, John fucked my face and lightly caressed my silk-enveloped butt-cheeks, until a couple of minutes later he cried out with pleasure and erupted into my throat. I remained completely passive until he finished ejaculating in my mouth, swallowing his load as he unloaded his nuts. Once he was done, he patted me appreciatively on the ass, and I withdrew from under the duvet. Remaining on my hands and knees and in complete silence, I crawled away from his bed disappearing into a darkened corner of the room.

I sat there quietly trying to digest what had just happened, and unsure if I should say good night to John. Seconds later I got my answer, as the sound of a contented snore emanated from his bed. John slept like a baby that night, and even as I took a quick shower to remove the traces of Lela's perfume, he never woke up. When I finally climbed into my bed, having used a copious amount of mouthwash, I noticed that John had left a pair of silky panties under my covers. Having decided in a split second to remain in a submissive mode to this man, I put them on, quite enjoying the feel of the silk as it caressed my swollen nutsack.

I found the whole experience quite titillating, devoid as it was from any physical violence, or unwanted forced sexual behavior from John. Also, the fact that he had taken his pleasure without demeaning me unnecessarily sat well with me. Lela not witnessing it also added to my level of satisfaction with the impromptu encounter. As I lay there listening to John snoring, I had developed quite an erection, and even though I didn't dare to pleasure myself, I wondered how to broach the subject of my release.

John had demonstrated that he wasn't opposed to me getting some occasional sexual release. In fact, during the last few weeks of my time spent in the cock-cage, John had freed me from its grip during the weekdays, allowing me carte-blanche when it came to self pleasure. I only hoped that this magnanimous gesture on his part would continue. He did, after all, still hold all the cards when it came to our relationship. One moment of anger on his part, if he decided to take Lela's soiled bra and my incriminating texts of self-admission to the authorities, and I would be expelled from school, thereby derailing my aspirations of a career in law. I knew I had to tread carefully, but today had gone well and he hadn't even reached out to Lela once.

I always knew when they spoke because John would take delight in putting Lela on speakerphone as he ran her through the ringer. I could hear the arousal in her voice as he told her what he planned to do to the two of us. Occasionally, he would FaceTime Lela which was even more humiliating for the young girl. During these video calls, Lela would be required to be all dolled-up for John, and she would spend the duration of the call on her knees, as a sign of her devotion to this asshole.

Sometimes if John wanted to assert himself over the two of us, he would relax and watch us both masturbate for his amusement. After ensuring that Lela and I were identically attired, and knowing that I was only capable of one orgasm, John would require Lela to put on a FaceTime show for him, while I edged myself relentlessly. John would run Lela through a series of different sexual positions, permitting her to orgasm only after she had demonstrated her complete availability to him. Lela would be forced into multiple demeaning scenarios, lewdly spreading her labia apart for John's visual titillation, as he watched on approvingly.

Over the years that John had subjugated my girl, Lela had acquired numerous sex-toys, and occasionally John would make certain demands of her, that further humiliated the young woman. Lela's favorite Rabbit massager was always a staple of these extended mastubatory sessions, but John also made her suck and fuck numerous dildos and strap-on phalluses of various sizes. Occasionally, if he wanted to rub my face in their fucked-up, one-sided relationship, John would instruct Lela to set up the Sybian Machine, a hollow, saddle-like seat that had flexible, molded attachments. These attachments could be set to vibrate through a range of speeds, using a wired, external, hand-controller. However, John purchased the optional phone app, so that he could operate the Sybian remotely.

"It works in much the same way that the Nest app does," he once informed me. "Just as you can turn your heating on before you get home, I can make my bitch orgasm on command."

John reveled in the control that he could exercise over Lela, and as I watched on helplessly, John would bring Lela to a dozen or more earth-shattering climaxes with a few taps on the screen of his iPhone. By the time John finally got bored of toying with my future wife, she was a blubbering mess, barely able to hold herself upright on the oscillating phallus of the Sybian. It was only after he had completely drained Lela, that he would instruct me to blow my load, and under the extended visual stimulation, I would completely empty my nuts within seconds of being granted permission.

John would verbally abuse me as I rapidly approached my release, often threatening to make me ride the Sybian when Lela was next in town. Of course, even though my climax was due to the extended edging session, John always linked the threats of getting sodomized by the Sybian to my release, further emasculating me.

John even let me play with the app once, handing control of the Sybian, and by association Lela, over to me. He couldn't resist kicking me in the nuts, of course.

"Try your hand at the Sybian, Mark," he mocked. "See how it feels to make Lela have an orgasm."

Inexplicably, despite John's need to regularly assert himself over Lela and I, the three of us co-existed in relative harmony. I acclimated to my situation, and as the threat of violence took a back seat, my life was actually pretty good. Free from the cage, I was able to meet my own sexual needs, and John seemed content with our new arrangement, which allowed him to blow his load in my warm mouth right before bedtime. Most of the time we hung out like regular roommates, and as long as he didn't drink too much alcohol, I didn't have much to worry about.

Graduating Law School seemed like a reality, and even though John still possessed the incriminating texts, I felt like if I could get my Law Degree, pass the BAR, and find a good job at a prestigious firm, my future would be determined more by my work-ethic and abilities, than by John's evidence of my misdeeds. I was a superior student, more skilled in debate, and blessed with an almost photographic memory. My career in Law was so close that I could taste it.