By: Awkwardnot
Here I am again.
Pulling up to Raegan’s house as my own mother handed me over like a steak on a plate. It’s not her fault, though. Well, it is, but she has no way of knowing what was about to happen to me in there.
Or about what happened last week to start this downward slope called “my summer”.
Slave. Footsniffer. Asskisser. Cushion. Just a couple things Raegan had texted me this week to remind me of our little game of Truth or Dare that spiraled wildly out of control. Out of my control, that is. Raegan held tightly to her reigns the entire time.
And she made it more than apparent that she planned to keep holding onto them as long as I was forced to come over and be her “friend”. I knew she was wicked as far as girls my age came, but something snapped last week. Something clicked into place for her that took her menial teasing to an uncomfortable level.
I wished I could tell my mom about it. Hell, tell anyone about what was going on, but I already knew the outcome. “It was just a silly little game, stop your whining. You’re being dramatic.”
So, here I am again, walking right back into the lion’s den with no other choice in the matter but to comply.
Raegan sent me a couple of texts throughout the week saying she couldn’t wait for me to come over, that she had a new game planned for us, but I never responded to them. I was too busy trying to find ways to weasel out of having to go back.
First, I tried convincing Mom I had plans to hang out at someone else’s house this weekend, but she told me it was in my best interest to reschedule it. “You already have a friend to hang out with this weekend.”
Plan B was acting like I was sick this morning, groaning over a tummy ache, but that didn’t work either. Mom just told me I could rest on the couch and watch tv with Raegan, well aware that I was faking it.
Safe to say, I’ve lost every battle so far and have no choice but to face the inevitable. Why did she want me to be friends with that little witch so damn bad?! Well, I knew the answer, I just didn’t get it.
Both of our parents were hoping that by giving Raegan a “friend” for the summer while they went off on their own outings that maybe I could rub off on her for the better. Perhaps be a form of “positive influence” and help her “socialize” since she seemed to drive off every other human being within a 2 miles radius.
Unfortunately, the only thing that’s been rubbed off so far is the sweat from her soles as she dragged them across my face. I only needed a day to know the girl’s a lost cause and would be better suited for a psychiatric ward, but they care to accept that.
I stepped out of the car and shielded my eyes. The sun was directly overhead and shining without a cloud in the sky to dampen its rays. It stormed about 2 days ago, so the thick, muggy humidity that lingered in the air mixed with the Alabama summer heat meant that you would probably break a sweat just thinking about being outside.
What can I say? Weather of the South. The main reason I try to stay inside and play videogames as often as possible. Who wants to stay out in this muggy shit and walk back inside feeling like you jumped in a creek? At least in the winter if you get cold you can just throw on another layer and you’re good to go. With this summer heat, you sweat, then you sweat some more.
I make my way up the gravel path and head into the house. Torture or not, at least there’s AC inside.
This time I’m greeted at the door by Raegan herself. Her presence alone nearly sent my body into fight or flight mode. Everything inside me screamed “DANGER!!! GET AWAY!!” but I’m forced to ignore these obvious signs and move forward instead.
I stutter out some form of a greeting, swallowing my fear, “O-Oh, hey Raegan. What’s up?”
She smiles and opens her arms for a hug, “Lee! I was hoping you would come over today! I’ve been so lonely this week that I just couldn’t wait till we got to hang out again.”
I glance at my mom, and she nods her head, signaling that I better accept her hug and not be rude to my “friend”. I hesitantly open my arms and enter her hug. She squeals in delight and squeezes me, her acting almost convincing even me that she is genuinely excited to see me.
“Aww, you guys really did become such good friends! I’m so happy!” her mom, Brandi, comments on the cute charade as she walks out of the kitchen.
After a second, I let my arms drop to my sides, but Raegan holds on for just a little longer. As my mom walks past us to talk to Brandi about their workout session for the day, Raegan whispers in my ear, “We’re going to have so much fun today, Slave.”
She lets that last word ring in my ears for a second, giggling before letting go and returning to her normal posture. Raegan walks over to the couch and pats a spot next to her, motioning for me to come sit next to her. My eyes unwillingly follow her, taking notice of her attire.
Today she is dressed in a pair of unnecessarily tight daisy duke cutoffs that really put her plump ass on display, paired with a white tank top and a plaid short sleeve button up thrown over it. Her dirty blonde hair is thrown in a braid, draped over her shoulder.
I hate to admit it but by looks alone, she is genuinely pretty hot.
Too bad her atrocious personality clouds over almost all of that and turns the taste sour in my mouth. If I didn’t know who she was though, if I didn’t know the dangers she was capable of, I’d probably find myself ogling her for hours across the room.
Even now, my eyes linger just a second too long on her toned, sun-kissed legs before I catch myself, shaking my head to clear those incessant thoughts.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Hot or not, she’s still a massive bitch and the bane of my existence. Nothing can make up for that fact.
Nothing.
Raegan walks over to the couch and pats a spot next to her, motioning for me to come sit next to her. I walk over and take a seat on the scene of last week's session. She begins to flip through the tv channels absentmindedly, looking for nothing in particular but a way to pass the time as she waits for our parents to leave.
“Okay, we’re heading out. If you guys decide to play outside today, make sure you hydrate! It’s brutal out there,” Brandi calls out as she begins to head out the door and start their walk down the dirt road.
“No worries, Mom. We will.” Raegan answers in kind. The moment the door closes, Raegan kicks her legs across my lap, laying back on the couch and sighing contentedly.
“Aaah, finally. I thought they’d never leave. How about you go ahead and give me a foot massage while I explain today’s game, Slave.”
“I really wish you wouldn’t call me that,” I grumble.
“And I really wish my feet were being rubbed when I asked, Slave,” Raegan snaps right back.
I stare at her in annoyance, but she glares right back with that stupid, smug grin, daring me to question her superiority beneath her own roof. She nods her head down to her feet, signaling for me to get started one last time.
“Go on. I don’t want to make you. Yet.”
I shift my gaze to her bare feet sitting in my lap. On the bright side, they at least looked clean, and I’m not currently being slapped in the face with a stench of BO from where they are like before.
I sigh and resign to my fate, hoping that compliance will make things easier. I begin running my hands along her feet. They may be clean, but it feels like rubbing sandpaper as the occasional bits of her callused heels break off from the pressure of my hands.
“There ya go. Such a good Slave.”
“I have a name,” I say, repeating my distaste for her games.
“Yes, and that name is now Slave,” She fires back. I sigh again, backing out of the senseless argument. There could be worse things than name-calling, I guess.
She clenches her toes, signaling me to get to work on those now. “Okay, I know you’ve probably been excited to see what I have in store for you this week,
“Suure,” I say sarcastically. “All I could dream about.”
It wasn’t a total lie. Raegan visited me multiple nights in my sleep, letting me know I wasn’t safe even in my dreams from her antics as I tossed and turned, wondering how it could get any worse from here.
“Oh, don’t worry. Me too. Only thing is last week I felt kinda bad with how I strongarmed you into all our fun, making it really one sided and unfair.”
I can’t help but scoff, “One sided? Which part? The part where you shoved my face in your shoes, or maybe when you handcuffed my hands behind my back, gagged me, and sat on me till I passed out?” I shuddered. It felt gross just saying it out loud.
Raegen threw her hands up defensively, “Hey, hey! Calm down, there were rules to the game. You just didn’t take advantage of them quick enough. The game worked both ways, so you could’ve thrown out some of your own spicy dares.”
“Like what?” I challenged.
“Oh, I don’t know. Could have tried to fulfill your own little fantasies. You are a boy after all. Maybe dared me to go down on your-”
I cut her off, “OKAY I get it.” Blood rushes to my cheeks as I blush at the thought of any girl doing THAT.
She giggles at my embarrassment. “I’m just messing with you, you freaking virgin. I could have been so much worse and asked you to do the same, ya know? I did at least give you mercy of keeping my pants on.”
True, she did give me that at a minimum. But how long would she keep that mercy?
I clear my throat, “I feel like this is getting off track.”
“Sure, sure. So, as I was saying. The best games are when both sides have an equal chance, so this week I’mma give you a fair chance.”
“Uh huh, and how’s that?” I don’t believe a word she says. There’s always a catch with her, seeing as “fair” wasn’t even in her vocabulary last week.
She builds up her own little drumroll on her lap and throws her hands up in excitement at her genius plan. “Hide and seek! A childhood classic. You have the entire property to choose from. I’ll give you 5 or so minutes to hide anywhere that’s not inside the house, then I come hunt you down.”
“Hunt…?” She makes it sound like predator and prey.
“Sorry, that slipped. I come “find you.” Does that sound better?”
“I believe that is how a normal person would refer to hide and seek, so yes. What’s the catch?” I ask outright, seeing if she’ll give it to me straight or make me wait for the twist right at the end.
“Catch? Oh you know. I just-” and she mumbles something under her breath, looking off to the side.
I stop rubbing her feet and try to catch what she is saying. “I’m sorry, what was that?”
“I said that once I catch you, I maaaay torture you for the rest of the afternoon again…”
There it is. I expected nothing less out of her.
“Or, hear me out, we just swap turns, you go hide, and we play the game like normal people,” I counter despite knowing nothing about the rest of the day would be considered in the ballpark of normal.
She bites her lip and shakes her head no. “Sorry Lee. That just isn’t how this is gonna work.”
“But why?" I ask. "I don’t understand why you are so insistent on harassing me, Raegan! Why can’t we just hang out and do something normal?”
Raegan clicks her tongue disapprovingly at my outburst. “Lee, I’m going to be completely honest with you, so listen up.”
She sits up and moves on top of me, straddling my lap. Her face hovering over my own, her chest pressing against mine. In this position I feel... Vulnerable? Dominated? Controlled?
As her hips envelop my own, a warm sensation begins coursing through my veins. A feeling I’m not really sure how to interpret since I’ve never exactly been this close to a girl before.
She drapes her arms around my neck and places her lips next to my ear. The way her hot breath feels against my neck, the sound of it ringing in my ears, it sends an electric tingle down my spine. What is this feeling...?
When she speaks, she drops that cheery facade and her voice takes on a much more sadistic, sinister tone. I dare say, one that suits her uncomfortably well.
“I don’t know if you figured this out yet or not, but I like torturing you Lee. I don’t know what it is about it, but I want you to run and struggle. I want you to beg for mercy.” Her nails start to dig into my back as she loses herself in her own thoughts.
“Something inside me clicked into place last week as I watched you gag over something as simple as the smell of my boots and socks. I loved how pitiful you looked doing it. The way your face scrunched up and tears rolled down your face as you tried not to sniff them.” I squirm uncomfortably as I relive the memories, the heat rising to my cheeks from the sheer embarrassment of being reminded about everything I did.
“Making you kiss my ass, shoving my socks down your throat. Smothering you relentlessly as you cried for air, begged for mercy, just to not give you any. Knowing all of your suffering was because of me…It just made me so...”
I feel her shudder with excitement as she whispers everything that she did to me in my ear, tightening her grip around me as she grows more and more excited over the events that left me taking 2 showers a day to try and get the smells out of my nostrils. The things that made me wake up in a cold sweat every night gasping for air as I thought I was being smothered, even in my dreams.
“I want to keep exploring this new feeling.” She continues.
“B-But I don’t.” This wasn’t just her teasing and pestering me anymore. Something was different. Something that didn’t belong in these childhood games she used as a cover to throw herself upon me.
“Mm, well. That’s just too bad. But don’t worry! Eventually, you’ll come around and begin to have fun with it too.” Raegan hums as she traces a finger down my chest, pressing her forehead to my own.
“Eventually, I think you’ll actually begin to like my touch. Crave my scent.”
Like it? Like hell I would EVER begin to like a lick of this madness.
“It’ll take some time for you to get used to it, but we have plenty of that, don’t we? Every single week you gotta come over. And every single week we’re going to play my little games.”
She tilts my head up, locking eyes with me, her lips just barely a brush away from my own. A gleam of sin and deviousness fills her sky-blue eyes, holding me captive.
“And eventually, you’ll come here eagerly asking what game we’ll play next.”
What is she going on about? Enjoying it? How the hell am I supposed to “enjoy” this crap? She really thinks that I’ll come around and actually beg her to sit on my face or something?
She continues, ignoring the doubt and concern written across my face. “And even if you don’t enjoy it eventually, that’s just more fun for me. Because no matter what, you’ll still be my Slave. Got it?”
Despite wanting nothing more than to be as far away from this psychopath as I could possibly be, I nod yes, having nothing in mind that I could possibly retort with.
“Good! Glad we’re on the same page.” Raegan’s voice returns to normal as she dons her bubbly, cheery mask, sitting back in my lap at a more reasonable distance away from me.
“So, like I said, I’m going to give you 5 minutes to hide anywhere on the property you want. Trails, stables, workshop, I don’t care. Then I come hunt you down. If I catch you, I torture you.”
I hate how casually she says that last piece.
“And if you don’t find me?” I ask hopefully. She did say this game was meant to be fair, so I should be able to win in some manner, right?
“Well then you get the day off. Game ends when our parents come back, whether I catch you or not.”
So, in theory: the better I hide, the less time I get tortured. Or maybe none at all if I find a good enough spot. I guess she was serious about actually giving me a chance to hold my own this week.
The only issue is that insufferable heat outside. Our parents won’t be back for at least 2 or 3 hours, so that’s a couple hours I gotta hole up in some corner sweating my ass off out in 90+ degree heat for a chance at not getting tortured.
But a chance is still better than a couple guaranteed hours of suffering beneath Raegan's ass.
“Okay. I’ll play. When do we start?”
She hops up from my lap, heading back to her room. “Now. I’ll give you an extra minute or two while I throw on some socks and shoes.”
“Clean ones?” I ask hopefully. I was met with the echo of an evil laugh as she disappeared down the hall. I’ll take that as a no then.
I hop off the couch and bolt for the front door. I need every second I got. This is her territory, so she probably knows every inch of this place and planned out all of the most obvious hiding spots to catch me in first. I run out into the yard and frantically look around.
In front of me there’s a football field worth of open yard to cross with a large workshop and a couple sheds on the other side of it. I have no clue if there’s any closets or anything for me to hide in those, plus I’d spend most of the time running across the field. If there was nothing good to hide in when I got there, I would be trapped waiting for her to inevitably find me.
To the left there’s a slew of trails throughout the woods. I could probably find a bush to hide myself in, or a fallen tree to throw some limbs over and hide myself under. But that would take too long to do and she would definitely notice the disrupted foliage.
And then it would definitely end in a one-sided chase.
Behind the house there is a decently sized barn with horse stables. Plenty of barrels, storage closets, and stalls. It’s the closest, so I would have more time to prepare a good spot. But it’s also the most obvious, so she would definitely check there first.
If I hide good enough and she doesn’t find me on the first go around, it’s likely she won’t search the barn again for another couple of hours. But if she does find me, I’ll be taking the full blunt of her wrath for the entire afternoon.
It’s a gamble, but one I’m willing to take. I book it around the house, praying Raegan is true to her word about “making it fair” and isn’t watching me from the window or something.
The barn door is slightly ajar, so I slip through the small opening, trying not to let the hinges squeak. I cringe at the smell. It smells like, well, a barn full of animals. Hay, manure, you know the deal. Somehow, it still smells like a field of daisies compared to the rear seam of Raegan’s pants.
I start to look around, putting together my gameplan. There are a couple closets...no, too obvious. She would check those first.
Food barrel? Definitely not.
I could bury myself in some hay in one of the stalls…along with the horseshit. Tempting, but Raegan would definitely notice an oversized hay pile.
Upstairs loft? There’s a ton of hay bales up there that I could wedge myself between. I doubt she would go through the effort of moving every single one around just to find me.
It’s the best shot I got, so I head up the ladder to take a look.
Oh, thank god. It’s perfect. There are plenty enough hay bales up here that I could create a maze if I wanted to. I can’t make too much of a change though, or she’ll notice and start to look a bit harder in here.
In the corner though I see a little open spot in the floor that I could lay in. I bet if I stacked some of the hay around it you wouldn’t even be able to tell there’s an open spot here. I grab a couple bales and begin to stack them around it, slowly closing myself up in the hole.
It’s perfect. The only way you could know someone was here is if you had the layout of how the hay is stacked memorized, for some odd reason.
The only issue is how unbearably hot it is in the barn. It’s maybe a single degree cooler than the outside temperature and being near the top of the barn is not a contributing factor to the coolness. I take my shirt off to try and fight the heat, making a little makeshift pillow out of it for my head to try and get comfortable since I’ll be in this for the long haul.
Damn, I should have listened to her mom and snagged a bottle of water on the way out the door. Too late for that now.
I whip out my flip phone and scroll through my 3 games, deciding which one I should play the free trial for over and over to pass the time. I settled on Tetris, a timeless classic.
5 minutes later, I hear the creak of the front barn door opening, then footsteps walking in. I quietly close my phone and put my ear to the cracks in the floorboard to listen. Exactly as I predicted, she checked the barn first. Now I can only pray my gamble pays off.
I can hear Raegan walk from stall to stall, occasionally kicking a pile of suspicious looking hay before moving on to the next one. “Where are you at, Slave? I know you’re somewhere in heeeere.”
My sweating intensified. Between the summer heat and the pressure of getting caught, a puddle was slowly beginning to form on the floor beneath me.
Raegan walked in the area underneath me, slinging open closets and cubbies hoping that she could startle me into making a noise, but she was unsuccessful in finding her victim. She kicks a bucket to the side in frustration.
“Where are you at you little fucker?” she mumbles under her breath. I silently bask in the success of my hiding spot.
Did I actually manage to outsmart her?
My heart drops though as I hear the creak of the ladder to the upstairs loft. My spot was the only place left for her to check.
Her steps slowly creak across the floor as she navigates through the maze of hay bales. She occasionally moves a hay bale to peer behind it, but so far, she hasn’t noticed my spot.
“Leeee,” she sings out once more. “If you give up now, I’ll let you take your punishment inside in the air conditioning, wouldn’t that be so much nicer?” She paces around the loft, looking for some kind of response from the area around her. A creak, a breath, a shaking hay bale, something to give away my position.
“You don’t want to wait until I’m all hot and sticky before I make you lick everywhere the sun doesn’t shine, do you?” She walks directly in front of my hiding spot and stops. I hold my breath, straining to make sure I don’t move a single muscle.
Did she notice me? Did she know there wasn’t supposed to be a pile over here?
She pushes on the topmost bale of hay, and it falls into the space I’m burrowed in, landing directly on top of me. Somehow, I manage not to make a sound as it hits me square in the chest. Not that this matters though, because I’m positive that she found me. Any second she would be replacing the hay bale on top of me and burying my face wherever she desired.
I close my eyes and clench my fists, waiting for the inevitable. But it never came. Instead, her footsteps receded as she made her way back down the ladder.
“Fuck, I bet EVERYTHING on that little freaking wimp hiding in here. I didn’t think I would ACTUALLY have to search for him.” Raegan griped as she made her way back outside the barn, shutting the door.
My heart pounded at a mile a minute. I didn’t dare move. What if she faked heading out the door and was just waiting for me to come out? She was just sitting at the bottom of the ladder waiting for me to get comfortable and make a sound.
So many thoughts of conspiracy ran through my head as I contemplated whether I should make a move or just lay underneath this bale for the rest of the time.
I waited around 10 minutes before finally taking the chance and pushing the hay bale off me. I peeked my head out of my hiding spot but saw no sign of her.
I step out entirely and peer down the ladder and around the barn. She isn’t here. Oh, thank god. She actually left. I was scared shitless that she was about to find me but it worked. She checked the barn first, so now she has to spend the rest of the time checking the entire rest of the property. The shed, the trails, the fields. I could be anywhere for all she knows.
I won.
I pump my fist in the air, vibrating with excitement. I can’t believe I actually won!
I have the entire day free. Granted, I still have to spend it in a barn but at least I bested that stupid bitch at her own game. I could think of worse fates than swapping back and forth between Tetris and Solitaire free trials on repeat in the corner of a barn for a couple hours.
I head back to my corner and stack the hay bales back up around me, tossing the one that fell on me back on top so I can take back my spot on the floor. After a couple minutes, the adrenaline from almost getting caught begins to wear off, and I grow tired. The heat weighs down on my eyelids as well and I lay my head back.
I wouldn’t mind napping off the rest of the day. Just close my eyes for an hour or 2.
It’s 11 now, so I set an alarm for 3 on my phone, since they usually make it back around then so I can waltz right into the car and head home without so much as looking at Raegan.
I smile as I close my eyes and listen to the sounds of crickets and horses eating their hay. Next week’s game will be nowhere near as easy after beating her like this, but I can at least enjoy the moment for now...
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My phone vibrates to wake me up.
The day is already over? Damn, I can’t believe I slept through the entire game.
I groggily reach into my pocket to find my phone and turn off the alarm. I open the screen to click snooze, but as I wipe my eyes to see the screen clearly, I feel all of the blood drain from my face.
Raegan was calling me.
Like the dumbass I am, I answer.
“Hello...?”
“I found you.” click
Her voice didn’t come from the phone, but right above me. Well, fuck.
No sooner than the phone hung up did my shelter of hay begin to get ripped apart. Each bale was ferociously thrown to the side as light started to filter into my hidey-hole. Raegan now stood in front of me, steam rising from her head as she fumed.
Oh, she was pissed.
“Do...you...KNOW how long I’ve been searching for you?” She asked through gritted teeth.
I glance at my phone to check the time. It was almost 1. I was asleep for 2 hours, which means...
“2 fucking hours. I searched for your ass for 2 fucking hours just for you to be SLEEPING!”
She paced back and forth in front of me as she began laughing hysterically. I would say she had just lost her mind if I wasn’t convinced she had never had it to begin with.
“2 hours. And you were in the very first place I looked! I KNEW your little bitch ass would have hid in the closest spot, I knew it! I even pushed that stupid hay bale on top of you! But I came back and saw it was sitting back up there again and knew it.”
Fuck. I totally forgot she did that. And I put it right back up, basically throwing up a neon sign that someone else was here for anyone smart enough to notice.
“I cannot fucking believe I’ve been running around for hours outside while you SLEPT,” she said again, practically ripping her hair out at her lost time.
As I watch her pace, I notice that she is not exaggerating in the slightest about the amount of effort she put in searching for me.
Her body glimmers in the light with a shining layer of sweat speckled with dirt from searching in the woods. At some point she even took off her shirt to battle the eat, now standing above me in only a sports bra and cutoff shorts.
Her shoulders and cheeks had burned the slightest bit from looking for me out in the sun the entire time. Her hair looks soaked, as if she took a shower right before she found me, but I know that’s not the case.
Raegan finally stops pacing and takes a couple deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.
“There’s no point in bitching about it. You’re here, and I’ve won. There’s no running away from me now, so accept your punishment.”
“Raegan, come on. Could we at least go inside and clean off a little-”
“LIE DOWN. NOW.” She yells, pointing at the ground in front of her feet. I flinch, scooting over to where she pointed and laying on my back, staring up at her cold blue eyes. Her icy glare didn’t reveal a shred of sympathy as she waited for me to follow her commands. She was going to have her way, and she was getting it NOW.
Maybe I would’ve been better off letting her find me in the beginning.
“Since I don’t have the handcuffs, I trust you’ll be a good little bitch for me, right?”
I silently nod my head in agreement, too scared to utter another word. Even if I tried to run, she’d catch me before I could make it halfway down the ladder. And then it would only get worse from there.
“Good. First, take care of these for me.” She takes off her shoes and tucks a finger into the top of her socks. They make a sickly wet sound as she peels them away and tosses them on my chest. They land with a thud, the weight making it obvious they were filled to the brim with however much sweat the fabric was capable of holding.
“Clean those for me.”
I pick one up to wring it out like a washcloth, but she kicks my hand.
“With your mouth, dumbass. I know you’ve got to be thirsty, so put them in your mouth and suck the sweat out of them so I can wear them again tomorrow.”
I stare at the socks in disbelief. She wants me to put them in my mouth, willingly? There was a different feeling to putting them in there myself over having them forced inside against my will, something more degrading.
She groans in annoyance, not eager to deal with my hesitation today, “Let’s move this along. 5 seconds or I make you lick my armpits clean instead and then we try this again. 4...3...”
I ball the socks together and shove them in my mouth. As I close my mouth around them, they squish against my tongue, forcing the salty liquid out from the fabric and squirting it onto my tongue.
Wreeetch
I gag, my body fighting back against me. God, this was disgusting.
“Swallow,” Raegan demands, giving me no alternative to the torture.
Through sheer force of will, I make myself swallow the vile liquid, continuing to suck on the socks like a rancid jawbreaker as I clean them like a pathetic washing machine.
“Good Slave. Just keep on sucking on those for me. In the meant time, I think I could really stand to take a seat.”
Raegan steps over me, placing her feet on both sides of my head as she begins to squat down. Her jean-shorts covered ass quickly fills my entire view as it comes to a stop on my face. No teasing or hovering or giving me time to contemplate what was about to happen. Just straight to cushioning her ass.
She rests her full weight on me, ass cheeks splaying across my entire face as she stretches her legs out in front of her on my body.
“Aah, finally. I can’t even begin to tell you how sore my legs are from searching for your stupid ass all over the place.”
She wiggles her hips side to side, soaking in the comfort of her well-deserved cushion, leaning back on a hay bale she placed behind my head as support. It was pure bliss for her.
For me, on the other hand, it was pure hell. The harsh, unforgiving denim of her shorts squished my face almost entirely flat. There was no cushion for my face to sink into or a crevice between her cheeks like last week with her spandex shorts for my nose to fit into. Her entire weight simply crushed my face like a flat board. As she grinded her ass back against my nose the cartilage in it threatened to flatten to the side at any moment, groaning and creaking with each wiggle of her hips.
Tears steadily rolled down my cheeks from the agonizing pain. Every time she bounced atop me, it felt like I was getting slapped in the face with a 2x4.
A thick, dark line of sweat trailed down the middle seam of her shorts where my nose was jammed against her crack, plaguing what little air I can grab from underneath her ass. I whine in pain and frantically tap her thighs, begging for at least a little reprieve but she grabs my hands and holds them to the floor.
Instead of mercy, she grinds her ass back, rubbing my nose down the center of her cutoff shorts, and sets her feet on my chest. Her tailbone bears down on my cheeks as I scream through her socks into her ass in pain.
This is pure, unadulterated, physical torture.
I try to wriggle my head side to side, kick my legs to try and get a grip on the floor and push myself, anything I can do to struggle and get her weight off of me, but she balances on top of my face with ease. I start to see stars as the searing pain increases past a manageable point.
Finally, she sits forward, allowing my face to reform to its natural shape. As I rub my face, the stinging slowly fades away, but I’m still left feeling raw as she just about rubbed the skin off my nose with the seam of her shorts.
I pull the ball of soggy socks out of my mouth and toss them to the side.
“T-That really fucking hurt, Raegan.”
“Did it? Aw, I’m sorry. I was just making sure you were awake since you slept this entire time, ya know?”
I glare at her, but she shrugs her shoulders and moves on. “Well since my shorts hurt so bad, I guess you wouldn’t mind if I took them off, right?” She locks eyes with me and smirks.
I nearly swallow my own tongue as she makes that remark. A girl without pants on, right in front of me...?
No... that girl is Raegan right now. That means my face getting buried with nothing to separate me from her...
But fuck, I can’t deny it. She looks so good, and it would be better than my face being destroyed by denim...
“I’ll take that stunned silence as a yes then,” she giggles, taking solace in how easy it was to render a boy speechless, even amidst torturing them.
“Wait, I mean, you can’t really-” I stutter out as she puts a finger to my mouth, shushing me.
“Oh, come on. We both know you’re a pathetic little virgin who would give ANYTHING to see a girl drop her pants in front of you. Don’t try to hide it.”
“But our parents-”
“Are miles away. Besides, I’m the only one who comes in this barn to feed the animals anymore anyways. No one is coming to save you from this. So just sit back-”
She leans down, biting my ear lobe.
“-and give in already.”
She turns to face my feet as she mounts my hips. Out of nowhere, she begins to grind against my crotch.
“R-Raegan-!” I exclaim, heat rising to my face as my body begins to betray me.
“Shut up, sit still, and watch,” Raegan demands, and I quickly find myself listening.
She just barely grinds against me, slowly edging back and forth against the fabric of my shorts as my cock steadily hardens beneath it.
As sick as I am with my own body, I can’t fight my male urges. They’re built into me. I know the dangers that lurk in my near immediate future, but the way her weight settles on my hips as I watch her ass move back and forth, imagining how it would feel for her to twerk and grind against my dick itself, noticing the way her braid was draped down the middle of her almost bare back.
These are things I can’t fight. I scratched my nails along the floor as I fought to look away, to push her off, anything that showed a ounce of resistance. But I couldn’t. It truly wasn’t my choice to make.
She was in complete control of me right now.
After grinding into me for a minute, she stood up, bending over and tucking her thumbs down into the waistband of her shorts. Slowly and seductively, she began to pull them down her thighs as she wriggled her hips side to side to get them down. She looked back around at me to make sure I watched the entire thing.
Sure enough, my eyes never left her ass as it slowly began to peek out.
As her shorts dropped, I discovered that she was wearing a thong, buried deep enough between her asscheeks it was almost nonexistent. I could tell it used to be a bright red but was now a much-faded darker color from the sweat it soaked up throughout the day.
Each time she wiggled her hips side to side to get her shorts down her ass jiggled, inviting me to bury myself in its thick plushness.
Finally, she kicked her shorts off and to the side, standing with her ass facing me for a second longer, forcing me to relish its terrifying beauty.
“So, do you like what you see?” she cooed, silently giggling at the confusion she knows she made my body feel.
“I, uh. Well... I mean... I guess so.”
“You guess? Really? Well, then I guess you need to take a closer look, don’t you?”
Before I could respond she starts to take her place over my head again. She reaches a finger back and pulls her thong out from the depths of her crack so that it can act a little bit more as a barrier between my nose and the baren wasteland deep between her cheeks. She drops down on my chest, settling her ass just beneath my chin.
The way it threateningly looms over me is intimidating. Each individual cheek could crush me with ease, but the canyon between them screams that I could easily never make it back out of there if she chose not to let me.
Every second she looms over me, I can feel that arousal that she stirred alive slipping further and further away. I swallow a lump of fear and try to take deep breaths, not knowing which one will be my last.
“Beg me.”
“W-What?” I asked, confused.
“Kiss each cheek and beg me to sit on your face. How well you beg determines how well you get to breathe during it, so make sure you really grovel down there.”
Fuck, she’s serious about this slave stuff.
She slaps her ass, sending a ripple through it as the recoil bounces it back and forth in front of me. It’s so intimidating, but at the same time a lot of guys would kill to see an ass this nice so close. If I seem pathetic enough, maybe she won’t smother me as bad and I can pretend to enjoy this just a little...
I crane my neck forward, reaching for her left ass cheek with my lips and placing a solid kiss on it. I hold it for a second, then place another kiss before moving to her other one. I instinctively lick my lips and cringe from the sweat that coated them with each peck.
30 seconds pass of me kissing back and forth across her ass as Raegan smirks down at my submissiveness. I didn’t even bother to put up a fight, I went right to worshipping her and she was loving every second of it.
“Please sit on my face.” I ask in a monotone voice, unsure of just how desperate I need to lower myself to.
“Hmm... Not good enough. A little more ass kissing then try again.”
I place a couple more pecks across her ass cheeks and then beg again, making my voice more pitiful, “Please Raegan, I want you to sit on my face right now.”
She rubs her chin in mock consideration. “Closer, but I feel you could be a lot more desperate. I need you to make me really believe you want me to do this. Tell me exactly what I should do to you. Last chance before I decide to see how long you can hold your breath before your face turns blue instead.”
Fuck, I really didn’t want to play her smothering games. Once more, I begin kissing her ass while I try to put myself in a more desperate state of mind.
It’s hard, but I tell myself over and over: I want her to do this. I want to kiss her ass. I want to bury my face in it. I want to smell it.
“Raegan...” She looks back over her shoulder to see what I have for her.
“...Please sit on my face. I want you to bury my face between your ass cheeks. I only want to smell your ass, please. I’ll do anything you want, please just let me worship your ass.”
Silence fills the air as my own words ring back at me, filling me with disgust, turning my stomach at the thought of what I’m asking her to do. What I’m asking the girl who takes pleasure in my suffering to do.
I watch a visible chill run down her spine as she quietly moans to herself.
“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”
With that, she reaches back and spreads her cheeks. I stare right into the chasm of her ass, 2 milky white globes of flesh with a strip of red running down the center. Visible lines of sweat trailed down the small of her back and collected at the top of this ravine, trailing downwards.
I managed to get a single deep breath before I was plunged into the swampy darkness of her ass.
The only thing blocking my nose from touching her bare asshole was that single thin strip of sweat soaked fabric, but that was my only saving grace. The rest was direct contact with her flesh, skin to skin, sweat to sweat.
She grinded her ass back into my face and let her cheeks slap close around me. I know I could visibly see just how wet and sweaty she was from the outside before, but I had no clue it would be this bad.
My face slipped deep into her crack without so much as an ounce of resistance like a slip and slide coated with baby oil. As she grinded her ass back and forth across my face she slowly coated it in a thick layer of ass juices and grime, which invaded my every sense, stinging my eyes as I fought to see past her enormous walls of flesh.
The feeling was already disgusting, but the scent was impalpable. As I tried to take a sniff of the thong that rubbed back and forth across the tip of my nose, I found myself gagging beneath her.
The thong itself reeked of mildewed laundry that was left to rot in the bottom of a gym locker, begging and pleading for someone to take it home and wash it just once. But it never was. Instead, it was found by Raegan and thrown right back into her ass without another care in the world.
And the stench of her ass itself was nothing short of a nightmare. Straight body odor invaded my nostrils; the grime accumulated throughout the day turning the inside of her cheeks into a swampy wasteland. The air was thick with the stagnant stench of Raegan’s sweat that it was nearly suffocating. Every sniff I was forced to take assaulted me with wave after wave of Raegan’s sour, fermented musk
I tried to open my mouth to catch an open pocket of air as she grinded and bounced her ass on my face, but all it resulted in was me catching the sweat that dripped off her ass and into my mouth, coating my tongue in the foul, putrid, salty taste that barely tasted any better than it smelt.
After a minute, she ceased grinding into my face and began to bounce her ass up and down on it instead. With each bounce she slapped her moist ass cheeks down on my face, making a wet smacking sound as her bare skin connected over and over. She cackled at the sound it made and kept smacking me in the face, getting harder every couple smacks.
“Sniff smack Sniff smack”
I managed to get a brief inhale in between each smack as she lifted herself off of my face, only to be brought down again. I never knew which one would be the last, so I was desperate to grab whatever I could.
Finally, she stopped and resorted to settling her ass on my face. She rested her weight fully back, smothering me.
With my nose smushed directly against her thong-covered asshole without a centimeter to spare, and my mouth buried somewhere beneath her mound, all I could do was look up at the slim slot of light protruding from the top of her asscrack and stare up her back. Watching how her braid swayed back and forth as she so effortlessly dominated me in every way, shape, and form.
She placed her hands on my chest, slightly digging her nails into it, and began grinding against my face again, much softer this time. Not enough for my nose to fully break free for a slice of air, but she seemed to be focusing on my mouth and chin. She would slowly grind forward, hard against my mouth, over and over. She didn’t say a word, as if she was intently focusing on something.
As we approached the two minute mark, my air began to reach its limits and I softly tapped her thighs, hoping she would be true to her word about letting me breathe.
“Huh? Oh! Fuck, I’m sorry Lee, I...I zoned out for a second there. Here.”
She leaned forward, and my face dropped from her ass with a sickly suction sound. I breathed deeply, enjoying the semi-fresh air she had granted me. My nostrils were still more than tainted with the rancid stench of her ass, but it was better than being waterboarded any longer. After I got a couple of breaths in, she set her ass back down on my face, eager to get back to what she had been focusing on.
She didn’t use her full weight, though. She rested most of it on my mouth and chin and left my nose free to breathe inside her crack. As much as it disgusted me, I sniffed deeply, definitely taking the grace for granted. Every breath was still horribly plagued with the deep, earthy scent of her unwashed ass, but I was grateful to be breathing period.
“Lee... I was thinking.”
I continued to sniff, unable to speak, but grunted in response to indicate I was listening.
“I have a question. Just how much of a virgin are you really?”
Raegan slowly drags her fingertips down my chest, scratching my stomach and stopping at my waistline, going back and forth. Where is she going with this…?
My dick twitched the slightest bit as her fingers edged closer, confused at being stirred alive when the rest of my body was in such a troubling spot.
“I know last week you claimed you never even kissed a girl, but does that mean you haven’t done anything before?”
I node in shame. Until her torture started, I’ve never so much as touched another girl, much less kiss them or have a real interaction with them. I’m just too awkward for all of that.
Her laugh drove the knife of humiliation even further between my ribs, “Really?! Holy shit, you ARE a loser! I’m just a year older than you but damn. No wonder you're so easy...”
She resumes grinding into my face again.
“I bet you secretly love every second of this, huh? Being this close to a girl. Having a girl strip in front of you. Begging to kiss her ass. You must want this, or you’d fight just a little bit harder, don’t ya think?”
No, she was wrong. I don’t fight her because I can’t fight her! She’s better than me, she’s faster than me, she holds all the cards. If I tried to get help, no one would believe me.
What other choice do I have than to lay down when she tells me to? To kiss and beg when she demands?
Well, I guess I could have ran when she found me. There was a 99.99% chance she still would’ve caught me, but I could’ve tried.
But I didn’t. I gave up and let her take control of me with the snap of her fingers.
I desperately shake my head no underneath her. Stop thinking like that. It doesn’t matter if I submitted or not, that doesn’t mean I want this. I will get through this, I won’t let her change me. I simply know when I’m beat and want to make this as easy on myself as I can.
“No? You really don’t want this? Well, okay. Maybe you don’t know you want it just yet, but I bet I could easily train you to want it.”
I grunt, confused. Train? Is she still going on about trying to make me enjoy this madness?
“Have you ever heard of Pavlov’s dog?”
Thinking back, I do believe we learned about it in science class once. Something about conditioning and a bell? She explains it to me anyways.
“Basically, if you ring a bell every time you feed a dog, eventually that dog will learn to associate the sound of the bell with food. Eventually, they’ll begin to salivate just hearing it, no matter what. It won’t even know why it’s salivating; it just becomes a natural instinct.”
Her hands trail further down, past my hips.
I see where she’s going and begin to whimper and shake my head no, begging for her to stop, but not physically moving myself. All my pleas are merely muffled by her ass and fall upon deaf ears. Or did my pleas never make it outside of my own head...?
“So, if we follow that theory, may you just need a little bell for you to associate sniffing my ass with.”
Raegan begins to rub my cock through my basketball shorts. Like a light switch, my dick hardens at the touch of her fingertips, my bulge immediately noticeable even through the fabric of my shorts and boxers. She traces a single finger up and down the length of it. She means it as a simple tease, a fraction of what I could truly experience, but even that tiny bit was more pleasure than anything I’ve felt in my life.
To actually have someone else rub me like this…I moan loudly into her ass, involuntarily.
“Oh? That easy, huh? God, you’re pathetic. I haven’t even touched your dick yet, I’m simply poking at it through your shorts and you’re melting like putty in my hand.”
She begins to palm my dick, applying more pressure as she slowly rubs up and down my shorts. I desperately buck my hips into her hand, my body begging for more against my will.
“Maybe training you won’t be so hard after all.”
Stop it! I can’t let myself submit, but…but no one has ever done this to me. I’ve never felt like this before.
I’ve never been on the edge of pure ecstasy or pleasure as I have now. It’s like trying to scratch an out of reach itch, it’s just right there on the edge and you want more and more as you try to scratch directly on it, but you can’t quite get it.
I completely forget the fact I’m buried underneath the ass one of the biggest bitches on the planet. That every breath makes my stomach churn in disgust. I don’t care. I just want...
She removes her hand, making me groan in frustration. I scream for her not to stop, mentally of course. After a minute, I slowly regain my posture and notice something weird. Her ass. Her sweaty, repulsive ass is…
Is not that repulsive anymore…Maybe I’ve just gotten used to it after sniffing it so long?
“Okay, okay. You got a little carried away there, don’t you think?”
I didn’t answer, mostly out of shame and embarrassment because she was right. As she looked over her shoulder, I avoided her gaze, looking off to the side instead.
Raegan clicked tongue at me, “Tsk tsk. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Lee. Quit lying to yourself. You want this. You want more than just a rough rubbing through your shorts, right?”
I answer with silence.
“Once more, I didn’t hear a no. You know, I’d be willing get these shorts out of the way for you. Wouldn’t that feel nice?”
Fuck... I want that. I really do want that.
“We could play a little game. You do what I say, and I keep rubbing you. What do you say?”
Without hesitation, I nod yes.
Raegan chuckles. “I’m almost disappointed with easy you are. But I guess you’re no different than any other boy in this world. The second your little dick gets hard, you’ll do just about anything, huh?”
She leans forward and begins to pull my shorts down, exposing my stiffened privates to the open air.
“Hmm…It’s not terrible, but it’s nothing impressive. Try not to cum immediately, okay? There’s no sense in only 5 seconds of fun.”
I watch from between her thighs as she leans forward and lets a glob of spit slowly drool down from her lips, plopping onto the head of my dick. She takes her hand and slowly works it down my shaft, lubricating it so she can rub it with ease. I immediately buck my hips and moan in pleasure as my eyes roll back, taking in every ounce of pleasure I can.
Much to my dismay, Raegan stops rubbing before the first minute is even up. I cry out in disappointment and desperately buck my hips, trying to find her touch again. “Nope, not yet. There’s two sides to this, remember? Do what I say, then you can have the rest.”
“Yes, please. Anything!” I beg desperately without a second’s consideration as to what she could ask of me. Kiss her ass, jump off a bridge, I’ll do anything that ends with me finishing in her hands.
She starts to sit back, taking her position over my face once more. Her ass lingers just an inch away, beads of sweat dripping onto my nose from above, but I don’t care. I just want her to rub me again.
She reaches her hand back, digging her thong out of her crack again. But this time, she pulls it to the side. Spreading her cheeks, she opens the gate directly to her bare, greasy asshole. It puckers and winks at me, inviting me to inhale its nauseous fumes directly from the source.
“Put your nose directly against my asshole and sniff. You keep sniffing until I tell you to stop.”
I stare at her asshole as it continues to wink at me. Do I really want this? Do I really want to drop myself to this level just so I can get off from a girl for the first time? Accept the fact that I’ve been degraded to a lowly ass sniffer?
She rubs her thumb around the head of my dick, sending a shocking wave of pleasure through my body.
“I said put your face in my ass and sniff if you want me to keep going. I’m not going to offer this again.”
My choice was made. I lift my head up and bring my nose directly to her asshole.
I take the biggest sniff of my life, almost gagging on the foul stench of her unwashed asshole. I could only imagine this was as close as I could be to sniffing Raegan’s shit itself, which may very well be the case depending on how well she wiped the last time.
My body’s natural instincts kick in and I immediately find myself trying to recoil away from her ass, but Raegan wasn’t having any of that. She dropped her weight all the way down, trapping my head between the floor and her asshole, sealing my face deep within her prison of filth.
I continued to sniff, but I wriggled left to right desperately trying to find another pocket to settle my nose into. I tried to keep up some kind of fight, but it was short-lived.
The moment Raegan began to rub my dick again, my struggles ceased. She slowly worked her hand up and down my shaft, squeezing and rubbing the tip of my dick every time she reached the top of it, then going back down to the base.
I’ve jacked off plenty of times but something about her doing it just sent an entirely different wave of pleasure through my body. It was intoxicating, dangerous even. I knew I shouldn’t let her do this to me, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell her to stop or even bother to fight back.
I moaned into her ass and took big sniffs directly against her asshole. The sour, earthy smell slowly overwhelmed me as it combined with the waves of ecstasy that ran through my body. I closed my eyes and slowly lost sense of who I was, where I was. It didn’t matter that my face was being abused by an ass drenched in sweat. I wanted more.
I bucked my hips into her hands, begging for her to go harder, faster, anything as I sniffed her ass, losing myself in her flesh and fumes.
Slowly, I feel a hot sensation start to build up inside my crotch. My breaths become more rampant and I moan louder. Oh fuck, I’m actually about to cum. She’s going to make me cum.
Please don’t stop... Please don’t stop...
As my thrusts become more desperate, pushing me right to the edge, the pleasure is immediately replaced with a sharp pain as her nails dig into my balls. I cry out, but it’s muffled by the walls of flesh still surrounding my face.
“Oh no, sniffing my ass doesn’t earn you the right to cum. You sniff my ass, you get rubbed. I never said anything about finishing.” She lifted her hips back up, letting my face slip free.
“R-Raegan please! I-I want to cum! I-I’ve never felt something so good before please don’t do this to me!” I begged like a pathetic dog who just had his favorite toy taken away.
“I’ll do anything you want; I’ll kiss your ass, I’ll suck the sweat out of your socks, I’ll be your slave the entire summer without a single complaint just please let me finish!”
Raegan chuckles to herself, “I really didn’t think you would break this easily. I was gonna give it at least another session or 2 with you. But you’re more pathetic than I could have ever imagined.”
She stands up and begins to pull her thong down her thighs. For the first time in my life, I see a girl’s bare pussy exposed and out in the open. Unlike what I’ve seen in porn, she isn’t perfectly shaved down there, as I notice a dark patch of stubble coating it. But it’s a girl and she’s naked, right here above me.
She pulls her bra off and tosses it to the side as well, just to finish off her clothing. I don’t get a full glimpse of her breasts before she starts to lower her ass back down onto my face.
She settles on her knees, lingering just above my face for a second, before burying me once more. My nose slides right back into its designated position against her asshole.
This time, though, my mouth is tucked beneath her bare mound. A new taste slips past my lips as she grinds against me. One I can’t really describe. It’s not something I’ve ever tasted before, almost sweet with an iron tang to it compared to the rest of what I’ve been exposed to.
I try my best to keep my mouth closed, but my lips occasionally slip open as she rubs her pussy back and forth across them, allowing more and more of her taste to seep in.
I... honestly don’t mind the taste of her. It’s a refreshing breeze compared to the rest of what I’ve gone through. And my body naturally finds itself attracted to it, wanting more...
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you down there. Go ahead, stick your tongue out. I know you’re curious.”
She continues grinding into my mouth, waiting for my tongue to reach out and explore inside her. My dick continues to throb, begging for attention as she hasn’t started to rub it again yet. Maybe if I lick, she’ll start again...
I thrust my tongue out and straight into her pussy, as far as I could go. Raegan immediately gasps, jumping up a little bit in surprise. She reaches back and slaps my face. “Fuck, you gotta build up to that stuff! At least a warning or something.”
“Sorry...” I sheepishly apologize. I was just doing what she told me.
Once she got over the shock, she giggled at my lack of experience. “It’s fine. Just keep that tongue out and straight, I’ll do all of the work.”
“Are you gonna... you know...?”
“Start jacking you off again?” She says bluntly. I look to the side and blush again. She doesn’t have to say it straight up like that.
“Maybe. But this wasn’t to earn that back. This is just a little side route since I could tell how curious you were once I put it right on your lips. You were practically BEGGING to get a full taste.”
“I was n-” She cuts me off, slamming ass back against my face before lifting back up.
“Tongue. Out. Now.”
As she commands, I stick my tongue out as far as I can, holding it straight in the air.
“Good boy,” she coos. Do I like her compliments? They make me feel warm every time I earn her approval.
She begins to lower her hips again, settling just on the tip of my tongue. My nose rest just on the outside of her cheeks as she hovers for a second. Slowly, she starts to let her full weight fall down, allowing my tongue to slide all the way inside of her.
“Oh fuck, that feels perfect. Keep your tongue out just like that.”
She slowly begins to bounce up down on my tongue, shoving it in and out of her like a miniature dildo as she uses it to practically fuck herself. My nose prods against her asshole as well with each bounce, and I continue to huff its fumes with each little inch of space she allows me.
It was slick underneath her before with the amount of sweat that plagued her undercarriage, but now a different type of moisture begins to coat my face as she slaps her pussy down against my tongue, grinding desperately against my face. A thicker, more oily liquid covers my skin and allows her to grind easier against it as she grows wetter and wetter.
A new smell begins to waft into my nostrils. Is that... arousal? It mixes with the scents of her body and begins to fill my lungs. As she continues to use my face as a fuck toy, I begin to feel funny, almost lightheaded. And then another switch is flipped inside me, almost like the pheromones she is producing are invading my body, telling me I need to please her, that I need to do anything I can to cum.
It prods at me, telling me to taste every inch of her.
I grab her hips, stopping her bouncing and settling her fully on my face.
“Wha- what the fuck are you doing?” Raegan asks, prepared to blow up on me for interrupting her.
I answer by licking. I lick like my entire life depends on it.
I start to run my tongue all along her pussy, from the front to the back, burying it deep inside her. In all honesty, I have no clue what I’m doing. I just lick at any slick piece of flesh my tongue can find and hope it pleases her. My body is just screaming that it wants to taste her, it wants to please her so it can receive some form of pleasure in return. I don’t even bother to breathe as I force her weight down, sealing my airways deep beneath her just so grab an extra inch for my tongue to go inside her.
I want this. I need this. I want her.
She lets me lick like a hopeless dog for a minute, before pushing my hands off her hips and lifting up. My face breaks free into the light like I just broke through the surface of water. I immediately began to heave and gasp for air.
I didn’t even struggle for it while I was down there, I completely forgot I required it. I was so lost in the act of fulfilling my urges that I may have very well have knocked my own self out. I was a desperate lunatic following my body’s lead, ignoring any sensible thought that may have crossed my mind and prevented me from acting normal.
“Do you want to cum?”
“Yes! Please!” My mind jumped right back to its horny state, ignoring any attempt to put myself back on the right path.
“Okay, here’s what you gotta do. We’ll still make use of that tongue, don’t worry.”
“Anything. I’ll do anything.”
She spreads her cheeks for me once more, the last time for the day.
“Quite frankly, I don’t think you deserve to eat me out like that just yet. Obedient or not, you’re still a slave to me, and anything that isn’t my ass or feet will be considered a treat for you. Today was just a little experiment to test the waters.”
I don’t care, just tell me what I need to do to finish. Please. I’m so far gone every shred of dignity I once had is simply gone. It doesn’t matter anymore as long as I get to finish in her hands.
“To finish this off, I want you to clean my ass. Use that tongue and lick all the way up and down my crack, around the rim, maybe even a little bit inside if you really want to. Just keep licking and clean up every drop of sweat from back there.”
My stomach churned at the thought of ingesting even more of her sweat, but my dick spoke for me.
“Okay. I’ll do it.”
“And one more thing. When you think you’re about to cum, tap my thigh and let me know.”
I nod yes. She sets back onto my face one more time, with a lot less pressure.
Sticking my tongue out, I give her ass one really good swipe, instantly coating my tastebuds with the atrocious grime that caked it. God, compared to the juices I had just been feasting between her thighs, this tasted like someone had shit on a plate. I would’ve gagged from how horrible it tasted, but Raegan responded in kind by giving my dick a long and slow stroke to reward my efforts.
Suddenly, it didn’t taste so bad anymore.
I continued to lick, and she seemed to match the strokes of my licks to how she decided to rub me. As I would do a long, slow lick along her crack she would do the same motion over my shaft. As I did short fast licks over her asshole she would rub her thumb around the tip of my dick, driving me crazy.
My mouth was beyond being violated. No amount of scrubbing or brushing would get the salty taste of her marinated ass sweat until the next week, where she would probably do it all over again and simply reset me. But I didn’t care.
Closer and closer I edged as I continued to lick her ass. At one point I began to focus on her asshole. As I prodded at it with my tongue, trying to work around the rim, she quickly shoved her hips backwards into me, forcing my tongue to break through her ring and explore inside the walls of her ass.
A rancid, tart taste overwhelmed me and I tried to pull back, but she seemed to clench her muscles around her ring to hold my tongue hostage inside her She let out a low moan as she continued to scrub the insides of her walls with my tongue, settling her weight back onto it.
She began to stroke me harder, distracting me from the duty of licking her ass as I moaned into her cheeks. After a couple bounces back, shoving my tongue in and out of her asshole, she finally let me go and began to grind her ass back and forth across my face. I could barely keep my tongue out at this point, I was slowly falling under the hypnotic rhythm of her oily cheeks sliding back and forth, bouncing up and down, when a sudden hot flash erupted through my body.
I frantically tapped her thigh, letting her know I was going to cum at any second.
This was it. This was finally it.
And she stopped.
“NO, YOU CAN’T DO THIS AGAIN, YOU CAN’T FUCKING-” she shot her ass back against my face, muffling my screams of outrage.
She then proceeded to sit straight up, resting all of her weight atop my face. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe. I wasn’t even able to get a breath in before she smothered me. My lungs were running on empty. I was flailing underneath her trying to get a breath of air, buck her off, anything.
But there was nothing as she smothered me relentlessly.
As stars began to dance across my vision, Raegan began counting backwards. “30...29...28...”
I didn’t have 30 seconds of air in me. How long was she going to play these stupid fucking games with me?
“22...21...20...”
I did everything she asked, I licked her fucking ass. Why will she not let me cum?!
“15...14...13...”
Was this all just a ruse, just another one of her sick little games?
“10...9...8...”
I slapped her thighs with the little bit of strength I had left, but I was beginning to grow lightheaded. My arms dropped to the side as her voice slowly faded. I began to slip into unconsciousness.
“7...6...5...”
When she said 5, she took my still hard dick in her hands and picked up right where she left off. She frantically began to stroke it, harder and faster than before. That white-hot feeling erupted from the base of my dick as I tried to hold onto the brink of consciousness.
I felt the spasm build up, ready to explode as I fought to maintain this feeling. It was right on the edge. I just need a little...more...
“3...2...1... Cum.”
She leaned forward just a hair. As she did, I desperately inhaled, filling my empty, aching lungs to the max with the foul fumes of her ass. The second that air filled my body, my dick finally exploded, spewing ropes across my chest. String after string of cum erupted, shooting strands across the floor as she continued to rub, milking me for every ounce I was worth. All the while I continued to huff away at her ass like there was no tomorrow. Her scent was ingrained into my DNA as I bucked my hips desperately into her hand.
Finally, like the last car of a rumbling train had finished passing through, she stopped. She let go of my dick as it fell to the side. Grabbing my shirt, she rubbed her hands off on it. Silence filled the air with an awkward tension.
I was still underneath her ass, gasping.
I had never felt something so explosive in my life. I’ve masturbated plenty and let out a couple globs onto my stomach, but I felt like I could have hit the ceiling from her touch. The way it felt as I was just on the edge of passing out, like I was slingshotted from the dark edge of unconsciousness and straight into the light of ecstasy. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced.
But as I gathered my breath and slowly came to my senses, Raegan was already turning around and mounting my face without hesitation.
I didn’t have the strength or energy to ask what it was she doing, I could barely open my eyes to see her wet, glistening pussy descending down onto me.
“You’ve had your fun, now be a good boy and lay there for a couple minutes so I can too.
She began to grind against my face, burying my nose against her clit. I could barely tell what was happening. Her thrusts became harder as her moans increased in volume. I could barely hear her as the entire world was muffled by the thighs that enveloped the sides of my face.
My breath, already shortened, began to run out very quickly. I tapped at her thighs to let her know, but she threw my arms to the side. I didn’t have the energy to pick them up again.
She then grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked upwards, burying my entire face deep between her thighs. There was no air, no resistance, no mercy. My entire field of view was filled with skin and flesh viciously being shoved across it.
Every breath I attempted to take was the equivalent of being waterboarded. The only thing I could do was sit back and accept it.
She began to clench her thighs around my head as her body viciously shook. Her screams echoed through the barn as she bore down as hard as she could onto my face. An explosion that rivaled my own erupted, her juices invading my mouth as nostrils as she rode out her orgasm, using every inch of my face for nothing more than her own personal pleasure.
By the time she fell from the peak of her insatiable high, I was already gone. I passed out between her thighs, barely able to put up a fight as I faded into unconsciousness.
~
I awoke to the sound of my phone vibrating on the barn floor. I fumbled around for it, opening it to see a text from Raegan.
“Game is over. Parents waiting on u 2 come back.”
I slept through the whole game? I sat up, but my head was pounding with a killer headache. The wall of hay I put up was still around me. I grabbed my shirt and stood up, pushing the hay to the side.
Did I actually manage to make it through the entire day without getting caught? I was still in my spot, but I had this strange sense that something was aloof. I could have swore Raegan found me.
Was it just a dream? If it was, it was incredibly vivid, to the point I swear I can still smell her. She had found me and then…what did she do? I try to think, but everything is blurry. The dream fades away as quickly as I remembered it.
My face was soaked, like someone had thrown a literal bucket of water on it. Did I sweat that bad in the barn? Jesus. I need to make sure we play the rest of our games inside at least.
I make my way down the ladder and head out of the barn. My mom was standing by the car, impatiently tapping her foot.
“There you are! I was beginning to wonder if I would have to go hunt for you myself!”
“Sorry Mom, we were playing hide and seek and I guess I hid so well I fell asleep.”
As I approached Mom, her nose began to curl.
“Jesus, where did you hide?! A cow pasture?” She covered her nose with her hand and waved me away with the other.
“In the barn.”
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, I can tell. Sit in the back and keep the windows down. You’re getting a shower the second we get home.”
Without so much as a word to the others, I get in the car and we begin our drive home. As I look out the window, I try to think back on my dream. What happened? Did Raegan find me? Did she torture me? Why did the dream seem so vivid, but I couldn’t remember what it all entailed?
I just remember this desperate, warm feeling that overlapped it all. Something I was desperate to chase. But nothing else seems to ring a bell aside from that. It’ll itch at me for a while, but I’ll manage.
Once I finally got home, my mom practically threw me in the shower. I scrubbed away at my hair and face under the hot water, but the lingering scent of the barn and sweat seemed to stick inside my nostrils. I couldn’t seem to shake it. It didn’t particularly bother me as much as it should, almost like I was used to it. It was just weird it wouldn’t go away.
As I stepped out of the shower and dried my hair off, I noticed something sticking out of my shorts pocket on the floor. Something red.
That’s weird, I only took my phone with me to Raegan’s. And I certainly didn’t grab anything on the way out.
I pick up the object, and it slowly trails out of the pocket. It was a long piece of fabric.
I stretch it out with both hands and immediately drop it, yelping as I jump backwards.
That- that's a thong. That’s an actual thong. But how, where would that come from?!
As I drop it, a piece of folded up paper falls out of it. I pick it up and shakily open it up.
It reads “Better luck next week. Make sure you clean these for me.”
“-R”
I pick the thong back up. This is...Raegan’s? Why does it seem so familiar?
Should I...? No...
I lock the bathroom door and sit on the toilet, looking down at my tormentor’s undergarments in my hands. I really shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself.
I bring them to my nose and inhale. The familiar fumes of sweat and grime from between her cheeks swell around my nostrils, encapsulating me. I continue to sniff, burrowing my nose into the fabric, slightly moaning to myself before I come to my senses.
I throw the thong against the wall in disgust, slapping myself in the face to try and break free. I jump back into the shower and set the water to cold, letting the icy temperature try and knock me out of this shock.
What happened today? What did Raegan do to me?
When I sniffed her panties, I saw them burrowed against my face. I saw her bare ass cheeks. I saw her standing over me as she pulled them down.
But that was all a dream, right...?
I looked down and was shocked to see that I was rock hard. W-Why? Was this just from the thought of everything she did?!
No, nothing happened though. But if nothing happened, then why was her thong in my pocket? Why did I enjoy sniffing it?
My head begins to swirl as the world spins around me. I grow dizzy as I try to figure out what actually happened today. I fell asleep in the barn, and she found me? But I woke up in my same spot. It doesn’t make sense.
But I’m seeing flashes of skin, of sweat, tasting something salty yet sweet. I feel like an entire part of my life is missing.
I get back out of the shower and finish drying off. I can’t handle dwelling on it right now.
I silently eat dinner and excuse myself to my room for the night. I try to play videogames for a while, but nothing feels immersive now. I’m just going through the motions. I feel empty.
Eventually, I reside to laying in bed, staring at the ceiling. What am I missing?
I pull her thong out of pocket as her note echoes in my mind. “Make sure you clean these for me.”
Maybe... maybe I don’t have to “clean” these just yet. I’ll hold onto these for now.
I bring them to my nose one more time, and the empty spaces slowly start to fill with her scent. That warm feeling that I was chasing starts to return. I think to myself, maybe this is what I want.
~
I clean myself off, absolutely ashamed with myself. I hide the thong in the back of one of my drawers, desperate to forget it’s there. As I lay in bed and roll over, the memories of what may or may not have happened begin to fade away once again. The disgust I feel for Raegan and her antics return.
I don’t know what really happened or not, but I choose to push everything involving her into its own little box to the side. I have to ignore it before she consumes me.
I have to find a way to stay away from her house for the summer. If I keep having to play her games...
I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.