Plotting Revenge

by Allen Baker

He'd been hoodwinked! He'd been controlled and deceived from the very beginning. He was trapped, furious, frightened, and aroused.

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Cory heard a slight noise down the hall. The plan was underway at last. He continued the oral foreplay with Janice, crooning to cover any stray sounds outside the room. Their entire married life, Jan had loved being tongue-serviced before being fucked. Cory had taken his time licking and sucking on her swollen nipples before moving down to her juicy cunt. Jan had responded with her own humming and moaning. He was sure she was unaware they were no longer alone in the house.

Before heading to bed, Cory had left the patio door unlocked, making Mark's "break-in" a cinch. He'd met Mark months before and fallen madly for him. Mark was dominate and forceful – just what Cory needed. Slowly over time, Cory gradually plotted for this night. Ever since he'd learned Janice had been unfaithful to him the year before, he'd wanted to find a payback. This would be it. She had refused to tell him who her lover had been. Was blatant in her defense of having sex with whomever she pleased. At first she threatened divorce, but realized he'd not give her a red cent. Reluctantly, she agreed to give up the lover, though she'd never revealed his name.

The plot was ideal. It played on her dual phobia of being burglarized and being raped. Even before they married, he'd become aware of these two fears. It meant double locks on doors. Never going anywhere alone at night. Fright at all night sounds. Now he would use those fears to get even.

He'd enlisted the initially reluctant Mark to do the dirty deed. Mark thought the plan was great, but had bulked at himself being the burglar. He wasn't afraid of neighbors reporting to the police or anything like that. He confessed that he was afraid of his bedroom performance. As an actor, he knew he could be convincing, but he pleaded to Cory that cocks don't lie. He professed to never having had sex with a woman. He said he didn't think he could even get an erection in a woman's presence, let alone stick it in a female cunt.

Cory finally convinced him they could overcome that. First, he changed the scenario to include raping them both to give Mark an opportunity to get aroused with Cory first. Then he told his doctor he'd been experiencing some erectile problems. The Viagra prescription would solve Mark's concern. The pill would physically do what he said his natural inclination would not.

And so now, finally, the plan was in motion. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the bedroom door slowly swing in to reveal a black-clad figure barely visible against the hallway darkness. Everything black, including gloves and a hood that only exposed the mouth and eyes.

Suddenly Janice went rigid. She'd sensed, then seen, the intruder. She screamed.

"Quiet, bitch, or I'll shoot you both." Mark's menacing hiss and the brandishing of his gun cut her off in mid-cry. He hit the switch and the room was suddenly bright. Jan's hands flew to protectively cover her breasts and twat.

Cory had rolled slightly aside between Jan's legs as he mentally applauded his hero's theatrical entrance onto the stage.

Mark had leveled the silencer-ended gun at them and slowly sauntered to the bed. "Well, well, what have we here? The loving husband servicing his wife. Oh, don't let me interfere. Go on, get busy again with that tongue." He used the gun barrel to motion Cory back to his task.

Cory played his part well. His eyes went from the gun to Mark's face and back to his wife. His eyes told her they'd better comply, that he'd try to protect her. He slowly moved her protective hand away from her slit and lowered his head. Janice whimpered in fear and the humiliation of being exposed, of being watched in this most intimate act. The burglar towered over them, rubbing his black-encased crotch.

He leaned over them and, with his free gloved hand, began to caress and fondle. First Jan, and then Cory. The he drew the silencer and barrel of the gun beside Cory's tongue and through the juices that flowed from Janice's cunt. Even though he had initiated the break-in, to Cory, Mark's imaginative use of the gun was indeed frightening. He shuddered as it slid past his cheek. It's shining surface gleamed in its wetness. Mark moved behind him and shoved the now lubricated silencer up his ass.

Startled, Cory yelped and opened his mouth to protest. But Mark cut him short. "Keep quiet or I pull the trigger."

Cory shivered as the gun fucked his ass. The barrel slid out and back in to the trigger guard. Out and in. Prodding his prostate. Making him go rigid and dripping. His tongue renewed its job on Jan's pussy. Suddenly the gun was pulled free. Cory missed it.

When Mark returned to the side of the bed, he had shed his boots and jeans. He stood there with black t-shirt, black hood, and a huge hard protruding prick. "Ok, you two. You decide. Which one of you gets raped?"

The fright in Jan's eyes was exactly the response Cory had planned. He wanted her hysterical and blubbering with fear. The plan called for him to volunteer to save her. Then partway through, the burglar was to welch on the deal. Once she was convinced Cory was the sacrifice that had saved her. Once she had relaxed and transferred her concern from herself to her husband. Then Mark was to pull out of Cory's ass and plow her as well. Cory could hardly wait to hear her pleas for mercy, her screams.

Quickly, he responded, "Don't hurt my wife. Take me." Jan's eyes flashed relief and concern.

"Oh, yes, the heroic husband protects his wife's virtue. Touching. But you know she'll suffer just about as much watching your humiliation on her behalf. Oh, well. Your choice. No matter to me as long as I get my rocks off. Any port in a storm." From his back pack, Mark pulled some strands of rope. "I prefer not having to worry about you trying to escape or overpower me." He tied Cory's wrists together and attached them to the headboard. Then he pulled his ankles up over his head and secured them to the headboard as well. This was an addition to the plan that Cory not only found creative but exciting. He loved being dominated by this man.

"What a pretty sight!"

Cory's head snapped toward his wife's face. Her words had been cold and strong. Not at all the cowering damsel in distress. She smiled cruelly at him.

"Quite vulnerable now, aren't you? We spent months planning this, long before you even met Mark."

Cory watched in stunned silence as Mark stripped off his mask. Jan melted into his arms as they passionately kissed. Finally, they broke apart.

"You kept asking who my lover was. Well, now you know. It was . . . and still is Mark. And now, you're going to be royally screwed."

"Here, hold this." Mark plugged the fake gun into Cory's ass. Then he dug again into his back pack and came up with a loop of fine wire which he placed about Cory's balls. Brutally, he yanked it tight. Cory could see a line of red blood ooze down the crease beside his leg and nut sack. The other end of the short wire was attached to a leather band that Mark strapped to his own wrist.

Then Jan lay across the foot of the bed and Mark eagerly mounted her. Cory watched between his upraised legs in stunned silence as they mated. He'd been hoodwinked! He'd been controlled and deceived from the very beginning. He was trapped, furious, frightened, and aroused. He couldn't believe that his prick throbbed in time with Mark's thrusts. All he could do was struggle against his bonds and watch his lover and his wife lose themselves in each other, and listen to Mark explain.

"We figured this was the ultimate revenge: have you plot and arrange your own entrapment. Have you think you were in control. And now you have to watch as we make love at your feet. But soon, you will become our eunuch slave. You will service us, wait on us hand and foot, while we live on your riches. And what's more you'll love it. I will be your Master. Jan, your Mistress. You will be our slave. You were born for it. You need it. Jan and I will have your money and each other. You'll be housed in the servant's quarters. Be at our beck and call. Look – you already love the idea."

Mark motioned his head toward Cory's crotch as he continued to rhythmically plow Jan with his own. He was right. That cock was rigid with desire. Cory did need to be ordered and controlled. He did want this man to be his Master. He did need to be a slave to this man and his mistress.

Mark's breathing was becoming more ragged as he approached his climax. Jan's moaning was getting louder, too. "When I come, I'll yank on my wrist, and you'll loose your balls. You'll become our eunuch through our passion and desire. Get ready, I'm getting close. Prepare to lose your manhood." He began to pant.

And so did Cory. Just as he saw Mark's eyes glaze and his hips begin to tremble, Cory's ass spasmed around the metallic-gun dildo, and his cock lurched and blasted into the air. At the same instant, Mark reached his high point and whipped his arm into the air. The wire loop tightened to nothing, and Cory's balls flew into the air. They landed with a wet splat on Mark's shoulder and red-slid their way toward his humping ass crack. Blood splattered all three of them as they cried out in ecstacy.