“Yes, Sir. I will behave and do as you say." Her shoulders shook with suppressed sobs. Liam chuckled as he dropped her head and strolled through the door of her apartment.
Chapter Two
The bar bustled with people, mostly couples. Troy felt like a total loser sitting there all night alone. It isn’t like he didn’t get offers, but no matter how mad he was at Diana, he couldn’t do that. Where the hell was Liam? After all, he was the one who wanted to go out tonight.
Wearing short shorts, a tight t-shirt, and heels the waitress wiggled next to Troy. “Hey, buddy, are you sure you don’t want some food with that beer?”
Troy couldn’t help notice her shining green eyes. They looked too naive to work in a place like this. Did Diana’s eyes have that look? They did at one time, but now he couldn’t remember. Fuck, a few more beers and he won’t remember his name. “No, sweetheart, I’m not hungry. I will take another 22 ounce."
She nodded affirmatively and ran off to complete her duties. Troy smiled. A compliant female was a nice change of pace.
He soon found, she wasn’t as obedient as he’d thought. The cute green-eyed server came back with his beer and a large basket of French fries. Troy started to get upset, to yell at her, demean her for her disobedience, but her smile was so sweet. She meant well.
“The cook made these by mistake, so I decided to bring them to you. If you don’t want to eat them, it’s okay. I just hate to see them thrown away." He smiled at her simple attempt to feed him. She continued, “Well, okay. I need to keep working.”
Troy reached out and grabbed her arm. Green-eyes turned her gaze toward him. Troy noticed how the whole room disappeared. It was only her. The rest of the room became a fog. “Thanks. Maybe you could help me eat them?”
“You don’t even know my name.”
Troy moved his glance from her beautiful eyes to her round blossoming breasts. The little plate pinned to the blouse above her left tit read
Cindy
. “Your name is Cindy, mine is Troy.”
***
Liam walked into the bar and scanned the crowd for his pathetic friend. There was a definite rush looking into Troy’s eyes, knowing Troy’s fiancée and bitch had been on her hands and knees sucking his cock. Thinking about her naked, receiving a well-deserved beating, made Liam’s cock start to swell. Through the dim light, he finally found Troy.
What the fuck?
He isn’t alone.
Troy didn’t look miserable. He didn’t even look upset. Liam walked up behind the brown haired chick and eyed his friend, “Hey, Troy, why all the texts? You seem to be doing great!”
“Hey, man, where the fuck have you been?”
“Had an appointment I forgot about." Eying the pretty, little brunette, “And who do we have here?”
“Liam, this is Cindy. Cindy, Liam."
“Nice to meet you, Cindy.” She nodded and turned her attention back to Troy. Liam wasn’t used to that kind of reception. Ever since he and Troy had been in middle school, the chicks flocked to
him
.
Liam tried to enter their conversation. He interjected funny lines and amusing antidotes. However, it was obvious. He was the third wheel. Well fuck them. As he was about to leave Troy, Liam felt his phone vibrate. Seconds later, he saw Troy’s dance across the table. Both men read their intended texts.
Liam’s said:
I have decided we are done. I can’t and won’t do what you say. Good-bye.
Troy’s said:
I am so sorry about earlier. I guess the wedding planning is just making me crazy. Please come back, I will make it up to you.
Both men looked away from their screens disgusted. Troy handed his phone to Liam, “Now look at this, too damn bad. This time I’m making
her
wait.”
As Liam read Troy’s message, his blood boiled. That bitch deserved a lesson in obedience. The wheels in his head began to turn as the smile widened upon his face. It would work.
Diana woke Saturday morning tired and alone in her big bed. Her body ached from Liam’s beating the night before. As she twisted and turned in the bathroom mirror she could see the red and purple markings on her ass and upper thighs. Thinking about both men, Diana couldn’t believe she hadn’t heard from either last night.
Once she decided to call it off with Liam and concentrate on Troy, she truly expected Troy to be on her doorstep within minutes.
Contacting Troy and offering herself was her first act of disobedience. The second came as she lay alone on her satin sheets. If Liam wouldn’t satisfy her needs, she sure as hell could do it herself. Her silver vibrator shaped like a rocket was long and thick. That plus some lubricating gel and she was set. It may not have been the best orgasms she’d ever had, but by god she’d had multiple. That in its self was a direct violation of his orders.
Diana wouldn’t hurt Troy any longer. If Liam pursued his claims, she would just be honest with her fiancé. He would be upset, but Troy was too sweet to stay mad. Besides, they had the hall, church, and dress. Looking to her left hand, she smiled. She also had the engagement ring. It was alright with Diana if the only thing that changed for the wedding was the best man.
She climbed back into her lonely bed and fell back to sleep.
Troy stared at the ceiling. His mouth tasted of cotton, and his cock ached from overuse. Damn, he tried to remember the last night.
How the hell did it get so fucked up?
First, he had plans to finalize the bridal registries. He and Diana had appointments at Target and Macy’s. So, after blowing off Liam, he showed up at Diana’s apartment. She was fuck’n bridezilla! Everything was wrong, from the colors to his mother’s guest list. Before he knew what happened, she was screaming about assigned seating at the reception. He stormed out. Yeah, maybe he should have tried to calm her down, but she was over the freak’n top!
Then, he went to the sports bar, the one with the cute waitresses in short shorts. He remembered a brunette with amazing green eyes. He suddenly felt around his bed. No, he was definitely alone. Her shift ended at ten. She sat with him and made him eat some food. Her eyes and her attention where completely devoted to him. As much as Troy wanted to give her more, Cindy, yes, that was her name, he couldn’t. He didn’t want to do that to Diana.
It was the rest of the night that is still fuzzy. Liam convinced Cindy that he would get Troy home. But, they did not go home. The memories were returning. Troy’s white ceiling became a screen for the recollections surging through his brain.
Liam took him to a club in South Chicago, The Creation Inferno. Of course, he’d heard of it. Everyone had! It had a reputation, being one of those places that only a few select frequent. Nonetheless, the big black guy at the door recognized Liam, and let them pass ahead of other waiting patrons.
Troy remembered scenes like he’d only seen in porno flicks. In addition, he remembered a man, a domineering yet charismatic presence. Rubbing his temples Troy remembered the man, Liam’s father, the owner of Inferno. It wasn’t the man that raised Liam, no that was his stepfather. This is his biological daddy, someone Troy had never met before.
***
“Man, we can’t get in here. It is like some exclusive club.” Troy said as Liam’s Mercedes slid up to the large brick building with red lights around the entrance. The illusion of flames shot from behind the name
Inferno Creation
.
“Yeah, I think we can. Besides, I think this place will open your eyes to real women.”
Troy felt important as they walked past the people in line. Liam whispered in the bouncer’s ear. Immediately the velvet rope lifted. Troy recalled walking down a long hallway. Metaphorically, it was like passing through the vaginal canal. What he saw – what he experienced – on the other end of that journey, changed everything. I am now a different man, reborn. Damn, he was getting hard just thinking about it.
Liam took him to an area with a stage. It was like a strip club, but the women weren’t teasing, they were advertising. Fuck, it didn’t matter if you screwed the female on stage. A waitress was more than happy to take care of your needs. Every one of them would gladly blow-you right there, in the restaurant, or take you in the back and let you have your way.
The club didn’t just offer sex. Troy saw women punished for their transgressions. There was one waitress, a tall red-head named Desiree. She upset a customer by bringing him the wrong drink. Troy had to wonder if it was her fault or if maybe the bartender set her up. It didn’t seem to matter. The female was taken on stage. There she was stripped of her small skirt and top. All that remained was a collar with a padlock, all the waitresses wore one, and high black heeled shoes. Every female also had the same tattoo on their right ass cheek – CI (Creation Inferno) within the shape of a diamond. Desiree was tied, spread eagle to two poles. From his seat, Troy could see the sheen from her wet pussy reflecting in the stage lights. Next, the customer was offered the opportunity to go on stage and punish her.
Troy’s dick swelled to an uncomfortable size as he watched the leather whip welt the flesh of her tits, stomach, thighs, and even assault the tender flesh of her pussy lips. When the beating was complete the audience cheered, as the naked, shaking, sweating, writhing girl crawled on her belly to the customer and kissed his shoes.
Apparently, his enlarged cock was visible. Troy had two offers to alleviate his discomfort. The second one came from a blonde with large tits. She reminded Troy of Diana. He not only allowed her to suck him, but he is ashamed to admit, he used her. Troy pretended that this bitch was really his fiancée. He fucked her mouth so hard she fell back onto the floor. Without thinking, he grabbed her hair and forced her to suck. He humped her mouth with more vigor than he’d ever used. The entire time he said things that he could never say to Diana. Then, as he could feel his impending orgasm, he didn’t pull out. Instead, he told the blonde to swallow every drop. She held on tight and sucked better than a Hoover! He had to pry her off when he was finished.
When he was done and the waitress was licking him clean, Troy looked up to see Liam’s father, Mr. Carmichael Diamond, tall and handsome, an older version of Liam. Although an obvious prominent presence, his captivating air immediately won Troy. He gave Troy a personal tour of his facility.
Every woman diverted her eyes, in his presence. Many fell to Mr. Diamond’s feet when he entered a room. Even though Troy had just blown a wad in the blonde’s mouth, his cock grew with each gesture of subjection. However, it was when Mr. Diamond took them through a few sets of doors and past security that Troy saw the real source of endless erections.
Troy had no idea that this existed in the real world. It was something for fantasy, but these women were real. According to Liam’s father, they were all there of their own free will. Each willingly gave up their rights to be slaves, not just slaves, sex slaves.
They lived for one purpose, to serve men. Every hour of their being was spent pleasing cocks. It might be blowing a customer, taking a male co-worker’s cock up their ass, or spreading their legs for anyone who wanted to touch or taste, male or female. These women had no control over who used their bodies.
In fact, many patrons chose to use their bodies for abuse. They liked to watch women writhe in pain, as a leather whip abused their tender flesh. These members liked to be the one holding the riding crop, creating red stripes on the ass or back of a female. After beatings, these women didn’t crumble in shame. No. The battered females crawled to their abuser and serviced them in any manner demanded.
Troy remembered Liam’s encouragement as they were left alone with a petite surrendering female.
Troy tried wielding the whip. The whistling sound, before the quick snap, of leather impacting the skin was stimulating. The scream of pain that escaped the lips of the woman tethered to the pulley hanging from the ceiling was erotic!
Troy hadn’t been sure he could really cause harm to a woman. And after one or two lashes with the whip, he hesitated. Liam grabbed it and took over. He showed no mercy. He ranted about Diana’s indiscretions. He raged on about the injustices done to Troy. With each allegation the naked woman received another welt. At first, her body flinched. However, with additional blows she became more docile, falling more and more compliant. When Liam finished, her welted and sweat drenched body collapsed onto the cold cement floor. Instead of compassion, Liam took a pitcher of ice water, drenched the female, and kicked her with the toe of his leather shoe.
Her eyes still haunt Troy. They were green, like the waitress, Cindy. She rolled slowly and belly crawled to Liam’s feet. Her lips kissed the shoes that had just abused her beaten body. Troy couldn’t believe what was happening. He stood beside Liam. Within seconds, the female was on her knees, unzipping both of their jeans. She had her hands on one cock while she sucked the other. For thirty minutes, she moved back and forth servicing both of them. When they came, on her face and hair, she thanked them.
Troy stood in horror as Liam told her to lick her face clean. She didn’t hesitate. Instead, she used her hands and wiped the cum from her skin. Then, she proceeded to suck her own hands clean. By the time she was done, Troy was hard again. This time he fucked the green-eyed female’s ass. This was something he’d always wanted to do. Now, lying in bed he remembered how tight and wonderful it felt. The fact that she moaned while he penetrated her tight muscle, only made him harder and thicker.
He had never done that to Diana. Nevertheless, if he did, he had always expected to use lubricant. Last night, he didn’t even get his cock wet with her pussy. He forced his dry cock through her forbidden passage. Somehow, her pleas, pain, and surrender were aphrodisiacs.
The last time he’d fucked Diana was good. He remembered once, when he’d come twice. But, last night he was in a perpetual state of erection. The blonde waitress and green-eyed female were nothing more than receptacles. Their mouths, pussies, and asses held no more value than his own hand, just a means to come. The liberation was arousing.