IT WAS WILD chapter 1 part 1 of 5

IT WAS WILD chapter 1 part 1 of 5


My head jerked back and forth over and over as I tried in vain to throw off the anguished sleep—sleep filled with hideous nightmares--that held me in its iron grip. My twisting head was accompanied by my thrashing body as I tried in vain to lift my leaden eyelids. Yes, my eyelids felt as if they were made of lead; that is just how heavy they were.

Finally, after hours my eyes opened, but barely. Then I began to have second thoughts. My head was pounding, and my mouth felt as though it was filled with cotton. I could not understand. I had been careful at the reception, drinking only a sip of champagne in a private toast to my gorgeous bride and two gin and tonics over the next four hours. Why then did I have the mother of all hangovers?

Prying my eyes open

I looked up to see my gorgeous sexy wife still wearing the tight white corset that supported her large milky white breasts fully exposed at the top and her naked pussy open and available at the bottom. “Dear God, Lori—I cannot believe I fell asleep on our wedding night. We didn’t get to consummate our marriage, showing the depth of our love for each other.”

“It’s good that you’re finally awake, Sean, but not to worry—I did more than enough consummating for both of us.”

I was still shaking the sleep from my brain when I asked, “What…what are you talking about?”

“You need to know how things are going to be between us from now on and there’s no better time than right now.” She reached down to hold my chin with her left hand while she viciously slapped me with her right. “It was so considerate of you to let me make the honeymoon arrangements. Let me show you. Here is my boarding pass—Philadelphia to Los Angeles to Honolulu.” It said ‘Lori Canning’ because she still had to change her name to mine. "And here’s the other one.” I could not believe my eyes. It read “Michael Hathaway,” Lori’s loser ex-boyfriend.

By now I was up on my elbow, and I could clearly see Lori’s red swollen pussy with the long tracks of semen running down her inner thighs. Looking up at her I asked, demanding an answer, “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?”

At my words, she produced what looked like a garage door remote. She pushed the button, and my first reaction was to curl up in a fetal position. I felt a strong electrical shock to my balls. That was the first time I noticed the heavy-duty stainless steel cock cage on my genitals and the thick extension piece just above my testicles that I realized had been the source of the shock. As I rolled up, I fell onto the floor, still in some pain. I had been shocked—no doubt--but mostly I had been surprised; more about that later.

I was still rolled up on the floor when I noticed Lori’s so-called ex had walked up to where I was lying. Damn, but I hated this asshole. “Ha, ha! Look at the pathetic cuckold. You will never fuck Lori again and I will have her whenever I want, just like the four times last night. I hope you like the taste of cum because I know that Lori plans to have you clean her up and lick her to a few orgasms several times every day. I will make sure you have plenty of semen as part of your diet. Before long you will be getting straight from the source.” And then he laughed again.

By then I had risen shakily to my hands and knees and had inched closer to him. I was going to make this bastard pay big time. Lunging forward I drove my right arm up between his legs, slamming my forearm up into his groin, lifting him several inches, and crushing his testicles with the blow. He fell back, screaming in pain. Rushing forward I grabbed the front of his belt to secure him while I rapidly punched his balls at least twenty times before driving the heel of my hand into his nose. The blood that spurted out as I felt the cartilage crumble under my blow was all the reward I needed. It flew up and out, staining my almost new off-white carpet, but I did not care. I was about to strike him again when everything went black.

I was on my stomach with my hands behind my back when I woke again. One attempt to move my hands told me that I had been handcuffed. My head was held in place by two meaty thighs, and I knew as soon as she spoke that they belonged to my mother-in-law, Marge. “Hold still, Sean. You need some stitches from where Lori conked you with the champagne bottle. I already have three in you, but I think you will need another four to close the wound.” Marge and I had gotten along, but barely. However, I  

knew that she was a highly skilled nurse at Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia just outside King of Prussia.

“Of course, all of this could have been avoided if only my idiot daughter had followed the plan.”

“Plan,” I asked. “What plan?”

“I see no reason not to tell you considering that you will spend the rest of your miserable life living it. Lori and Michael met in fifth grade, and I knew then as they did that, they were soul mates--destined to be together forever. That is why I put Lori on the pill in sixth grade. I wish they had studied more, but they fucked their way all the way through middle and high school. There were 322 students in Lori’s graduating class. Care to guess Lori’s rank?”

“Not a clue.”

“Well…I am not sure, but it was somewhere in the middle. Want to guess where Michael was?”

“Three hundred and twenty-third? I’m surprised he even got through eighth grade.”

“Actually, I think it was lower, but even worse, Michael has never been able to get and hold even the most menial of jobs.”

“That comes as no surprise.”

“That’s when I realized that I had to marry Lori off to someone with a really good career and lots of money. Then she ran across your friend Troy and the plan came together. I am sure that Lori and Michael would have had a much better time in Hawaii if she had remembered to handcuff you before you woke up, but they will have a lifetime together while you support them financially then come home to cook and clean while Lori and Michael relax and make love. I know that they fucked every day while she lived here with you. She told me that you sucked his semen out of her at least three or four times a week and sometimes it was all Michael could do to get out the front door when you came home early from work. But no more, you will be Lori’s cuckold slave, working your ass off every day to make money for Lori and Michael to spend and enjoy.”

“Troy! That is simply great. Troy and I have been close friends for the past twenty years. It is so nice to know how loyal he was after all those years of friendship.”

“You can tell him yourself; he’ll be here soon for his payoff.”

I was sitting up then and I noticed a red light. “Is that a camera over there?”

“Yes,” Lori replied haughtily. “We are recording everything that happens to you so Michael and I can see your progress and laugh as Mom breaks you and we will also record everything that she has you do during the next two weeks, many of which will prove extremely embarrassing should they become public. They will help keep you in line should you be stupid enough to rebel or disobey our orders. Of course, we will shock your balls whenever you even think of disobeying. Mom says that will happen often in the beginning, but you are smart. You will learn to obey us even if it must be the hard way.”

I was still seated on the floor when I heard the doorbell. A minute later Lori returned with my former best friend, Troy Shadwell, in tow. “Hey man, where is my money? Write me a check--250,000 bucks. I got some high living to do.”

“That is great. Mind telling me why you sold me out?”

“A job, man; you never even offered me a decent job.”

“That is not true. I offered you a job several times, but you were not interested.”

“You wanted me to work for twelve dollars an hour. No fucking way; that’s coolie wages. I am the boss’s best friend.”

“What do you know about metalwork? About stamping, casting, or forging? Nothing, that is what. Being my friend would not allow you to injure someone through your ignorance. That is why you would train and work at twelve for six months, at fifteen for the next six, and twenty for the next six. After eighteen months you would get twenty-five and be eligible for-profit sharing, just like everyone else.”

“Yeah, but I would still have to be a coolie for a year and a half. Now I am going to be rich and all I had to do was lure you to a party. Let us have it—two hundred and fifty grand!”

“If you think I have that kind of money sitting around in the bank you are an even bigger idiot than I realized. You will have to wait until I return to work to get your blood money.” “Yeah,” I thought, “but by then I’d have gotten even with you and the rest of these losers, too.” That was a promise I made to myself—a promise I was determined to keep, whatever the cost.

Troy’s remarks brought back the memory of that Saturday night more than a year ago. I was working on the computer in my home office when Troy walked in. “Do not tell me you are working on a Saturday night. C’mon, man—let us go out. I know of a great party down in Collegeville. Let us go score some hot babes. You need to get laid.”

To be continued