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HARD LABOR
Chapter Five
Derek hustled and bustled while the men all finished their boisterous game of wireless 5-a-side football on the screen. Eventually the game ended. Steele’s team had won.
“Okay, guys. Game over.” Steele called out, high-fiving his team-mates.
After a moment, he looked over at Derek. Everybody was watching.
“Well, that was fun. Now for the main event.”
Derek was wiping up a beer spillage off the floor.
Steele smiled. “Feeling horny, Dork ?”
Several of them laughed at the mispronunciation of Derek’s name.
“No … Sir.”
“Really ? So you’d rather that we all fucked Fern instead ?”
“No !” He took a deep breath. “Er … sure, I’m horny … Sir.”
Steele gave another reptilian smile. “Okay then. Let’s join the ladies.”
*** *** ***
Fern winced as Carrie leaned down and inserted the metal tube.
At least it was thin and greased but it felt cold and unpleasant inside her bottom. She didn’t recall even a doctor or nurse using a thermometer back there. It was the first time anything had ever been put inside her anus.
“There we are.” Carrie announced, patting Fern’s bald mound. “A lie detector. This baby will bleep like this …”
She pressed a button, triggering a sound like an alarm clock for a few seconds.
“… if our friend here has a climax. But the probe detects the real thing. No orgasm, no bleeps. Stops a woman denying it, if she has one. Or faking one, if she doesn’t.”
“Neat.” Somebody commented.
“No wonder you’re always bleeping !” Ruby joked.
Carrie laughed. “Very funny ! No need for me to use one of these. But I’m told young Fern here doesn’t cum so easily. Isn’t that true, doll ?”
Fern gawped up at the evil, leering faces. She slowly nodded her head.
At that moment, there was a commotion. She cringed in shame. Men started spilling into the room. She recognised some of them, carrying glasses, smoking cigarettes, laughing. Last of all came Derek. And Steele.
“Hiya all !”
The men greeted their own wives and girlfriends, and vice versa. Derek was staring downwards, avoiding her gaze. He was naked, blushing, looking totally dejected amongst the fully clothed crowd. She could see his hairless, shrunken genitals.
“Hi Fern. How’s things ?” Some man asked her casually.
“Nice tits, darling. I never saw them properly before.” It was Terry, an old friend of Derek’s and Steele’s. He sat down by her hip.
Everybody crowded round her; a front row on the bed, and a second row standing behind them, all looking down. She grimaced helplessly as Terry and other men, and women, clutched at her breasts and body.
“Look up.” Steele spoke curtly to Derek.
Slowly her husband raised his tearful eyes, looking at her.
Steele was brandishing a bamboo cane. It was crook-handled and gnarled.
Carrie spoke next. She was at the end of the bed, her arm round Derek.
“Quiet everybody, please.” There was a hush. “We would like you all to witness this moment. Derek is going to fuck-for-his-wife. Literally ! If he makes her cum, from straight fucking, within a set time, then we will let him cum afterwards inside her.”
Several people laughed, cheered, jeered.
“Not only that ! But we will not allow a single one of you to fuck her afterwards. Not today anyway ! He will be saving his missus from that fate !”
Everybody groaned, hissed, booed, like some chat-show audience.
“But …” Fern listened as Carrie’s voice rose, “… if he doesn’t make her cum, it will not only be the last time he ever fucks his own wife, but he will then get the chance to watch all of you try to make her cum instead !”
There was a raucous cheer and sustained applause. Derek looked at her, mouthing something. She thought it was ‘be brave’. She bit her lip. Their sex life had always been hit or miss. Mostly miss. She often didn’t climax at all and, when she did, it was with his fingers, after he’d finished himself.
“Okay.” Steele barked. “Derek. Hold still.”
She watched as Carrie removed a tight pink band from Derek’s penis. He winced as it came off and she saw deep red lines where the ends had dug into his skin. Her husband looked so puny, like a young boy.
“Right.” She head Steele say over the hubbub. “Hunch down and lick her cunt.”
*** *** ***
Steele watched Derek’s head bobbing between Fern’s spread thighs.
He tapped the cane against his schoolfriend’s naked bottom. The genitals hanging down between Derek’s legs had finally started to thicken as nature took control.
“That’s it. Give your bitch a nice lapping. Get her wet and juiced up.”
The audience were playing their part beautifully; leaning right in, crude comments, dirty laughter, fondling both bodies.
“That nice, Fern ?”
“Get her hot for me, Derek. You know I’m gonna fuck her later.”
“Hey. Her nips are hardening again. It’s working. Feel’em Jill !”
“Mmm, Derek. Maybe you can lick me out one day dear !”
Steele prodded the end of the cane into Derek’s puckered, winking anus.
“Okay mate. That’s enough of that. Sit up and let’s see that pecker.”
Derek pushed back and knelt on his haunches. Everybody leaned in.
“Oh, what a diddy, widdy one !”
There were guffaws of teasing laughter. In fact, Derek’s dick was pretty normal. By no means large, but not tiny either. It was semi-erect.
“You ever sit on her face before ?” Steele asked.
Derek’s mouth opened. He shook his head solemnly. “No … ”
Steele smiled. “Scoot up there and squat astride her chops. Facing us.”
Derek obeyed. People moved back off the bed to give him room. There were ribald comments and the chinking of glasses in mock-toasts.
Derek hunched over his wife facing her feet.
“Tongue out, dear.” Carrie called out to Fern.
“Okay. Lower your butt down but so we can see her lick you.”
Steele laid the cane down threateningly across Fern’s bald pubic mound.
Everybody cheered as Fern reluctantly stuck her tongue out. In seconds, Derek’s erection had hardened, jutting out almost vertically. He squirmed in embarrassment.
“Your husband seems to like that, dear !” Carrie said.
*** *** ***
“Your husband seems to like that, dear !”
Fern blinked to her right, and caught a glimpse of Carrie’s gloating face.
She blanked her mind and stuck out her tongue. She had always been a stickler for hygiene. She was precious about everything from kitchen dirt to bathroom smells. Fortunately Derek felt the same way. Nevertheless, 48 hours had passed since their arrest and sentence and her husband smelt sweaty and unwashed.
“That’s enough.” Steele’s voice boomed at last.
Derek’s backside rose up, revealing all their horrendous watching eyes. Their fingers were teasing her armpits, nipples, thighs, even tickling her feet.
“We don’t want him getting used to it.” Steele continued, taunting Derek. “Just a taster ! So that when he sees loads of other guys astride his darling’s face in the years to come, he knows what he’s missing !”
Fern shook her head, starting to cry again. Somehow her exhausted ducts managed to dredge up a few more tears.
“Okay.” Said Steele. “Take up your position. It’s exam time !”
She watched Derek clamber between her thighs. She tried to catch his eye, to reassure him, comfort him, encourage him.
They had to try, at least.
*** *** ***
Steele thwacked the cane crisply down across Derek’s white buttocks.
“Mount her. Ram that dick inside in one quick thrust. Hurry.”
Derek raised his hips, then lowered them, to a jeer from the audience. Steele smiled and winked at Carrie.
“Got the metronome, darling ?”
Carrie held up the wooden obelisk. It was originally an antique, probably German, used by musicians to maintain tempo. But it had been refitted with a modern, electronic state-of-the-art, internal mechanism. She placed it on the bedside table and flicked a switch. Everybody fell silent. The metronome began a steady beat in monotonous five second intervals; tock – pause – tock – pause –tock.
“Nice and slow !” Steele called out to Derek. “Keep time with the beat.”
He used the cane to tap Derek’s butt to the same rhythm.
“That’s it. In. Hold it. Okay, out. Hold it. In. Hold it. That’s it.”
Poor old Derek had to control his urge to accelerate; he took his weight on his elbows, rose until his dick had almost left Fern’s body, held the position, then slowly lowered himself until he was embedded inside her.
“She looks bored shitless !” Ulrik commented.
“Come on dear. Push to meet him. In time.”
“More drinks, anyone ?” Carrie asked.
The metronome had been pre-programmed. After a minute, it slowed further. The gaps between tocks were extended to ten, long seconds.
“Slow down.” Steele hissed, landing a sharp stroke onto Derek’s thrusting cheeks. “Out. Wait. Hold it high. Wait. Okay. Now. In. Deep. Wait. All the way. Control. Wait. Okay. Pull out, nice and smooth. Hold steady.”
Ruby stroked Fern’s cheek. “Is that nice ? Anything happening down there ?”
Again Derek slowly withdrew in time to the tempo of the metronome, raising his buttocks into the air whilst just the head of his penis remained parting his wife’s pussy lips.
Steele smiled at the raised, naked buttocks of Derek presented to him. It was such a tempting target, certainly one that couldn’t be resisted. He drew the cane back and laid it across Derek’s butt, not viciously, but hard enough to elicit a yelp, and more importantly, to ensure Derek thrust forward, forcing his cock an inch or two further into Carrie.
“I thought I made it clear,” hissed Steele into Derek’s ear, “you only put it in her in time with the beat, not before. If you move next time, you lose, understand?”
The metronome ticked and Derek slowly lowered himself into his wife and waited. On the next tock of the device, he slowly withdrew, buttocks once again pushed upwards.
“I reckon old Derek is a bit of a pervert,” Terry shouted above the hubbub, “the way he thrusts his bum in the air like that. Must like being caned while he’s screwing his wife.”
Everyone laughed as the cane was once more thwacked across Derek’s naked buttocks but, this time, he remained perfectly still, while his face grimaced at the pain.
“Come on you two. This is your chance. Make each other cum !”
Steele smiled inwardly at the comments. In truth, they had no chance. Their fate was sealed. Even if by some fluke, Derek made Fern cum, by the time this birthday party was over, the two of them would have been given just a glimpse of their bleak future at Cold Creek Farm.
*** *** ***
Derek had started to tire. He was poised over Fern, taking his weight on his elbows, holding his back and body rigid. It wasn’t so much the physical effort as the tension, the shame and the audience. It felt strange, his bare skin against Fern’s, both of their groins hairless when he thrust into her.
He wanted to turn round and punch Steele, with his taunting and annoying clips with that damned cane. He hated them all, but what could he do ?
So he gritted his teeth and thrust in time with the fucking metronome.
‘Please’. He begged Fern with his eyes. ‘Cum, darling. Just this once.’
Without warning, the metronome’s beat started to accelerate.
“Aha.” Steele’s voice rose. “The final lap.” Derek felt the cane being applied to his bottom like a jockey’s riding crop. “Faster. You have one minute to make that probe in your wife’s asshole bleep. And enjoy it. Because it may well be the last time you ever fuck her. It’s now or never.”
Derek whimpered and grunted, thrusting in, out, manically. He was surrounded on the bed by people he’d known, some since childhood, most several years, guys and girls. They were making snide, sarcastic, cruel comments, poking him, laughing and jeering in his face. In Fern’s face.
“Move over, kid.” Terry said. “I’m looking forward to taking your place. Steele fucked her years ago. You’ve fucked her. Now it’s time to pass the slut round the gang.”
“Right on !” Ulrik chorused, staring straight into Derek’s bugging eyes.
“Steady !” Steele called out. “You’re trying to get her off ! Not get yourself off. If you have an orgasm without permission, I’ll cut your balls off.”
Derek gritted his teeth. “Please darling …” he whispered. “Try, please !”
Fern shook her head, sobbing.
“Twenty seconds left.”
He thrust as deep as he could, staring at Fern, hoping for a reaction. Any reaction. He leaned down and kissed her on the mouth.
“Aahhh … sweet.”
“Ten seconds.”
A crescendo built as the audience joined in.
“Nine.”
“Eight”.
He was losing it. He thrust, his own orgasm building. If Fern couldn’t, well at least he’d give her a good load. Show them all she was his wife, dammit.
“Six.”
“Five.”
He collapsed. His arms gave way. The bracelets round his wrists exploded, sending shock currents shooting up his arms. His orgasm died. He fell helpless and limp onto Fern and felt a searing crack of the cane across his bottom.
“Oh no you don’t kiddo !” Steele said. “No cumming for you !”
“Two !” The crowd chanted.
“One.”
“Zero.”
He felt his shoulders being roughly pulled up and away from Fern. At least six men had him in their grip, manhandling him onto his haunches, and then off the bed, so he was standing, naked with his shiny wet erection bobbing.
“Okay, my friend.” Steele said. “Let’s get you a ringside seat for the next part.”
*** *** ***
Carrie ran her fingernails teasingly along the underside of Derek’s shaft, keeping it hard. He was tied at the foot of the bed, his arms suspended from chains in the ceiling, feet held apart by a spreader bar. She chuckled.
“One day, you will beg me to cut these off.” She flicked his tender scrotum, making his balls bounce. “Until then, these balls that have given you years of pleasure, will give you many months of …” she curled her lip, “… distress.”
Jill stood alongside her, stroking Derek’s cheek.
“Oh, how could you be so cruel to cut his little balls off,” Jill said mockingly, “maybe just slice his cock off ? After all, he won’t have any use for it anymore will he ? And I think his wife will get more than enough cock elsewhere to keep her fully satisfied ?”
Carrie smiled. “That’s true,” she mused. Her fingers toyed with Derek’s scrotum. “And if as you suggest, we do let him keep his balls, he will retain his desire, but with no cock, he won’t have the equipment to do anything about it, will he ?”
Both laughed at his shudder of horror.
“I hope you don’t cut his tongue off as well.”
Carrie smiled. She loved teasing Derek with all these threats of castration and mutilation. “No. He’d have to really annoy me for that to happen. His tongue we can find a use for, I’m sure.”
Both women turned.
Fern was displayed on the bed, hips raised by the cushion, ready.
The men were out in the games room, filling their drinks, rolling dice for places in the order. She heard a burst of cheers and laughter.
Moments later they all walked back into the room.
“Birthday boy going first ?” Jill asked Steele.
“Nope.” He smiled. “Saving myself for later. I’ve had her cunt many times in the past. It’s just fuckmeat, nothing special.”
Ulrik grinned, jabbing Derek in the ribs. “Me first, mate. Now, ask me nicely again to fuck little Fern for you.”
There was a loud crack as Steele swung the cane across Derek’s buttocks.
“Aah !”
Carrie pinched his balls in her fist. “Say it.”
“Please … fuck her … for me.”
Ulrik slowly unzipped his pants. He removed them and stood in just his beer-stained shirt and socks. “I fancy a little of that ass licking first.”
Fern started to shriek hysterically, shaking her head. “No, no, no !”
“Yes ! Yes ! Yes !” everybody chanted.
Ulrik clambered across the bed and took up position. He planted his knees next to Fern’s ears. He was massive. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his hairy body and belly. He was well muscled, but with a heavy beer gut.
“The eighth wonder of the world.” A female voice called out.
Men and women cheered and applauded.
Ulrik’s balls hung down like hairy coconuts. His circumcised penis jutted out like the lopped branch of a tree, its purple head swollen and shiny.
Carrie smiled, running her tongue along her lips. She studied Derek.
“How does it feel ?”
She looked down at his erection, still responding to her red nails despite the situation. She cupped his scrotum teasingly.
“Don’t look away dear. You must watch carefully. Disobedience will only make things get much worse, especially for certain tender bits of your anatomy. Don’t worry though, I’m not really going to cut anything off.”
She ran her finger along the underside of his quivering shaft.
“Not for a while. Not if you’re good.” She leaned her lips into his ear. “We’re going to have some fun, aren’t we ? You’re going to learn how to keep me and my friends very happy using just your lips and tongue.”
She followed his eyes, staring at Ulrik, lowering his body onto Fern’s face
“But in the meantime, I think we can definitely agree that you’re, officially, no longer a STUD !”
End of Chapter Five