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I don't really know how many days passed. With zero relation to time, I might have guessed a week. Maybe it was only a day. Maybe only two days. I don't know. I became used to the routine. I was allowed freedom, as it were with my neck collared, to use the toilet and shower. But my clothes had been taken away from me and I existed chained, naked.
Sometimes, during those times, I heard what amounted to sounding like men having sex with my bride. I wasn't convinced it was real. They seemed to be suspicious of me for some reason. I also found that laying on the table where they had bound me that I was responding to what I was hearing. Are they really having sex with Kristy? My memory of her pussy was comforting and at the same time conflicting. Were they really fucking her? Anger rose in me, but also my ardor. My penis responded, firming and rising as I listened to obvious sounds of sex.
I anxiously called out during times of darkness. "Kristy?"
I never got an answer.
It was during one time of panting and gasping I thought was meant to break me down with thoughts of her being raped that someone said to me, "Looks like you're excited."
I was panting, my dick hard and standing up. Where is my wife?
A face leaned over me, though I was no longer tied down except for the collar and chain at my neck. It was Twenty.
He whispered to me, "Your partner likes it." He didn't seem to expect anything, but his following words were pregnant with meaning. "She's spilling all. Your story better match hers, fat-boy."
I reached up to grab his throat; I wanted to strangle him.
His fist hit the side of my jaw and sent blackness spreading over my senses.
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I showered. I considered the soap and shampoo as weapons. Neither played out in my mind as feasible. I had brief thoughts of pumping the shampoo bottle into the eyes of all who opposed me, but somehow, even my fantasy couldn't conjure the image of me succeeding.
As my mind cleared more, I guessed I had only been captive for three days.
My first meal was brought to me – a bowl of soup. The woman, name-tagged "Grannie," told me I better eat it. That Dealer would be expecting answers.
I said, "I don't know anything."
Something in her eyes told me she might believe me, but she turned away and left the room.
I sipped the soup and wondered if it was my last meal.
Dealer came in, followed by a squinting bearded man whose name patch said "Sonar."
I looked over their other patches while the two simply stared at me sitting on the table. Dealer had a patch that said "President" and "1%" among others. Sonar had patches that said "VP" and "1%" with others. I said, "So you're the leaders."
Dealer's face didn't change. "You knew that."
"Well, I mean, I see from your vests; I've watched Sons of Anarchy."
Dealer and Sonar met eyes at the same time and then looked back to me. The president said, "You don't know shit if that's where you get your briefing material. What outfit are you with?"
"I'm not with any outfit. I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know why I'm here." My voice had risen, trying to impress them.
They shared a look again. Then Dealer turned to Sonar. "Find anything in their vehicle?"
Sonar's headshake was minute. He said nothing.
I saw the president take a deep breath and let it out slowly. I knew it was now or never. "We don't have anything to do with drugs or anything. Let us go and we won't tell anyone."
Dealer's head turned slowly with a look of distaste. "We'll see if your story matches your partner's."
I launched at him, moving before I could rationalize away my only chance. I latched onto his vest and yanked. "Leave her the fuck alone you piece of worthless shit! I'll fucking kill you!"
I might have caught him with a punch once when he had been pulling me out of my Suburban, but he was fast now, that's for sure. His fist caught me in the gut and doubled me over. He said, "Twenty, get in here and tie him down."
I was yanked around by the chain and tied down by Twenty and Gripper.
Twenty leaned over me and said, "You ever lay a hand on Dealer like that again and you'll lose that hand. Understand?" His eyes told me he meant it.
Sounds at the door had me lifting my head.
Dealer was hauling Kristy in. She was naked, but clean and unbruised.
She saw me and her eyes went panicked. "Jim!"
I panted with panic. "Kristy, are you okay?"
She nodded, tears in her eyes.
"Did they...?"
By the look in her eyes, I could tell they had. My wife had been raped.
Dealer growled, "Stuff his underwear in his mouth."
Gripper and Twenty did exactly that. I was gagged, mouth open and full of cotton.
Dealer was looking at Kristy and pointed to the wall. She backed up slowly and stood there, shivering.
I struggled against the bonds.
The president stripped off his clothes. He had a crow tattoo on his left arm and something small at the top of his back – a fleur-de-lis with wings. He wore a small cross around his neck. His cock – though I tried not to look at it, hung long and full. I groaned angrily.
Dealer picked up my small wife and pinned her against the wall. She held onto him, legs around his waist and hands clamped around his shoulders. She looked at me with wide eyes, watching me and staring.
I stared back, tense and quivering. I was hoping this was a show – some tease or threat that wasn't really going to be carried out.
Kristy drew in a sharp intake of breath, her eyes still on mine. Dealer's butt clenched and rose. My wife's mouth dropped open, then closed. I watched his butt move, clenching. Slowly, Kristy's eyes glazed over and her lids sank shut. She began letting out little pants of air.
I felt myself stir. I can't get excited over this. It's all fake. Or maybe that's why I'm getting hard. Maybe it's the fake that's a tease.
Kristy moaned, her fingers digging into Dealer's shoulders.
My dick filled and lifted. Fuck, that sounds real.
The man gave four good upward pushes then cupped her butt and turned her away from the wall. My bride's head lay on his shoulder, eyes closed. He turned to face me, his eyes filled with anger. Through gritted teeth he said, "Worthless? Your wife likes this. A lot."
I saw in horror the base of his thick shaft. I saw my wife's pussy open and stretched around it. I saw the shaft rising and falling as he slid it in and out of her. I heard her moans. My cock bulged insanely and I groaned.
Dealer was speaking to her. "Do you like this, girl?"
Kristy panted.
"Do you?" He pulled out, his cock slick with her juices. "Answer me."
My wife's voice was a whisper. "Yes."
"Louder."
She glanced furtively at me, with guilt in her eyes. "Yes."
"Beg me."
"What?"
Dealer was looking at me. "Beg me to put it back in."
"I..."
"Do it. Do it right in front of your husband."
"I... Please. Please put it back in..."
"You want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, please..."
Dealer's eyes glinted dangerously at me. He stuffed his cock back up into my wife's pussy. He called out, "Tequila!"
What the fuck does he need a drink for? I wanted to tear him limb from limb. But my cock told me something else.
A woman popped her head in, taking in the scene without so much as a blink.
Dealer motioned with his head. "Give fat-boy a hand."
She was chunky, with black-dyed hair and heavy mascara. She immediately obeyed, coming over to me and gripping my dick. She began pumping my shaft as if it was an ordinary thing – like wiping a glass.
I groaned, lifting my hips.
Dealer whispered to Kristy. "You like riding on my cock, little girl?"
I watched my wife's hips begin to hump back at him. She said, "Yes, yes." She groaned after saying it and began trembling, her breathing coming faster. I realized my Kristy was beginning to orgasm.
Dealer was smiling at me. He moved his hips faster, his dick driving up into her.
Tequila looked back and forth between him and my dick, keeping pace with his movements.
Kristy came, her body shaking so hard it was unmistakable.
I wanted to rage, but my cock wanted more. The woman's hand on me was just right. My hips began moving and I huffed through the underwear in my mouth. I hated myself for being turned on, but loved every stroke on my cock.
Dealer pinned her back against the wall and drove harder and faster. Kristy's face rested against his skin, her mouth opening and closing. She didn't look at me anymore. He grunted, breath whistling through his teeth. His butt clenched up and his body began jerking. He was cumming in my bride.
I groaned louder, wanting to kill, but wanting to see.
He pulled out of my wife and blew out a long breath. He slowly lowered her. As he was, a stream of cum dripped out of her open pussy.
I lost it. I bit on the underwear hard, wanting to tear it all like a savage dog, but my cock had other ideas. Under the ministrations of a grinning woman named Tequila, my cock erupted. Long streams of cum shot up.
Dealer grinned and motioned to my wife to look. Kristy's eyes went big as she watched my humiliation: I had cum watching another man's cum drip out of her pussy. The president grabbed up his jeans. "I think your so-called husband likes it."
She looked back and forth between me and him. She whispered, "I've been telling the truth."
Tequila milked my cock a few more times, then wiped what had oozed onto her fingers on my chest. She left the room as if knowing she had been dismissed.
Sonar gave her a nod. Then he said to Gripper and Twenty, "Leave us."
The two men went out. I focused on the patches on the back of their vests. This was the Iron Crows motorcycle gang. I had never heard of them.
The vice-president watched Dealer get dressed.
Kristy took a faltering step and then another. Then she ran to me. She yanked the underwear out of my mouth and said, "I'm sorry."
I panted, not knowing what to say. I had been angry, but also very turned on watching her get fucked. "It's all right."
Dealer and Sonar were sharing looks and frowns. Finally the president said, "Shit."
Sonar nodded.
"What the fuck are we going to do with them?"
Kristy jerked and turned, "Please don't kill us."
Dealer sighed heavily and covered his face.
I said, "We don't want to get mixed up with a motorcycle gang. Just let us—"
Sonar actually said something. "We're a club, not a gang." He sounded angry.
I snapped my mouth shut.