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Wakeup Call
by Dim (dimitri69@fastmail.fm)

***

A request from one of my "fans" apparently. (MMF, nc, 
v, tor, voy, bi, bd)

***

I arrive at the house a little bit early, so rather 
than barge in and risk interrupting anything I decide 
to hang out in the car for awhile. Both cars are in the 
driveway, so I know that John is already here, but I 
figure he and Patti might need a little extra time 
alone together before I get the real party started.
 
I wait until the last of the evening sun has faded into 
night and get out of the car, grab my gear and head for 
the house. The only light from inside is the dim orange 
glow of candlelight coming from the bedroom window. I 
creep my way up around the side of the house, careful 
to avoid drawing the attention of any neighbors, and 
peer through the part in the curtains as best I can.

Inside I can see a sparsely furnished bedroom, barely 
more than a bed (with the requisite four posts, 
thankfully) and a nightstand. On the bed facing me is 
Patti. I’ve never actually met her face to face, only 
ever seen her picture. But there’s no mistaking her 
striking features and her beautiful long hair. 

I’m dying to look into her almond eyes for the first 
time, but right now they’re clenched tight in pain. She 
is face down on the bed, her naked ass lifted up so 
that her boyfriend, John, can drive himself into her 
with all his strength. She grips the sheets in her 
fists and grits her teeth as the man behind her, lean 
and muscular and intent on savaging this beautiful 
woman beneath him, thrusts deep into her pussy. 

He’s holding her hips, pulling her back onto him even 
as he pushes himself forward. I watch her body shudder 
with every thrust, her soft skin shimmering with sweat, 
her face flushed. John, too, is flushed and covered in 
sweat. But he is obviously enjoying this.

This isn’t lovemaking. This if fucking. And John 
clearly likes to fuck hard. I turn my attention from 
beautiful Patti’s face and watch John’s. I watch the 
look of satisfaction he so plainly gets from causing 
pain, from brutally fucking his girlfriend until it 
hurts her. He moans with pleasure as he pulls free from 
her pussy and, without even hesitating, plunges himself 
into her asshole. 

Patti’s eyes fly open and she lets out a soft cry, but 
she doesn’t fight or resist. It’s plain to see that she 
is used to this sort of abuse. John reaches out with 
one hand and grabs a fistful of her hair, jerking her 
head back as he continues to fuck her as hard and as 
fast as he can.

Finally I see John’s body lock tight, his cock buried 
to the hilt, his teeth clenched in ecstasy. He spasms 
as his orgasm takes him, cumming deep inside the poor, 
savaged woman helpless in his grip. Tears spill from 
the corners of her eyes as she waits out his pleasure, 
knowing she’ll be getting nothing for herself. She’s 
only there to satisfy his needs, and having done so 
she’ll be expected to clean up after both of them while 
he falls asleep.

Not wanting to miss my opportunity I move away from the 
window and make my way to the back of the house. I have 
some tools with me, just in case, but as expected I 
find the sliding glass door on the back porch unlocked. 
I quietly slip inside the darkened room and tip-toe 
down the hall to the bedroom door. Once there, I wait 
for my cue.

I’ve been planning this for weeks now, so much so that 
it’s almost lost it’s appeal. I’ve thought about it 
enough and prepared for it in so many ways for so long 
now that it’s practically just an exercise, with no 
real emotion attached to it. But watching from the 
window and seeing what I just saw has sparked my lust 
all over again. Seeing Patti in the flesh for the first 
time, and watching her used so horribly like that has 
turned me on all over again, reignited my passion for 
what’s about to happen.

I wait patiently in the hallway, listening to the faint 
sounds of movement, of someone showering. And then 
silence. I press my ear to the door, straining to catch 
any sound of the covert activity that I know is taking 
place right about now. I imagine I can make out the 
creak of the bed, the rustle of the sheets, but I’m not 
sure. So I check my watch, lean back against the wall 
and continue to wait.

Fifteen minutes later the bedroom door opens and my 
accomplice lets me in, our victim laid out on the bed, 
apparently asleep in spite of the bondage.

John is now sprawled out spread-eagle on the bed, his 
ankles and wrists secured to those convenient four 
posts with leather cuffs of some kind. Patti, now 
cleaned up and wearing a silk bathrobe, stands at the 
foot of the bed and looks at me for the first time. 
Then she steps towards me and we embrace. She buries 
her face in my shoulder and I hear her softly crying. I 
hold her in my arms and let her release it all, 
enjoying the softness of her body pressed into mine.

Patti and I had "met" online while exchanging erotic 
fiction. Eventually she’d confided in me that her 
boyfriend, John, was a brutal bastard that liked to 
rape and torture her for his own sexual gratification. 
Patti told me that she had enjoyed it at first, but 
that John had gotten worse as their relationship 
continued. 

It had finally reached the point were she was 
frightened of him, feeling trapped and unable to 
protect herself from his sadistic games. She wanted to 
trade places with him, to show him what it was like to 
be on the receiving end of that kind of punishment. And 
to find out for herself what it was like to have that 
kind of power.

So, I offered to help. 

"Hi," I whisper, stepping back away from her enough to 
offer an ironic handshake. "I’m Christopher. Nice to 
finally meet you."

She laughs quietly and puts her hand in mine. "Patti. 
Nice to meet you too." She brushes away a tear and 
straightens her robe as we both turn our attention to 
the man asleep on the bed.

"Is he really asleep," I ask. She walks softly to one 
side of the bed and I walk to the other. It’s an odd 
feeling, being in someone’s bedroom, looking down on 
them as they sleep.

"Yes," she whispers. "He sleeps like a baby after he’s 
fucked the shit out of me." She glares down at him. I 
set my bag down on the floor and slowly unzip it, 
trying to make as little noise as possible. I reach 
inside and pull out a black rubber ball-gag. I toss it 
gently over to her.

"See if you can get that on him before we wake him up."

As Patti moves delicately to slip the gag into place, I 
make sure all four cuffs are completely secure. John 
moans and tries to shift as I check the last restraint 
and Patti fastens the final clasp on the gag. 

"Okay, let the games begin," I say in my regular voice. 
John stirs at the sound and again tries to shift on the 
bed. Suddenly his eyes open and his body tenses. Patti 
and I watch as he pulls at the restraints on his wrists 
and ankles. He mumbles around the gag. It seems he’s 
more angry at first than anything else. But then the 
room is dark, he probably can’t really see me that 
well. Patti clicks on the lamp on the nightstand and 
John freezes as I step up beside her.

"Wake up sweetheart," Patti says to him. "I’d like you 
to meet someone. John, this is Christopher. 
Christopher, this is my boyfriend John."

"Hey John, how are you? Don’t bother to get up." Patti 
laughs at that.

"John, Patti here tells me that you like to fuck. Is 
that true? Are you a fucker, John? Well from what 
little I caught of your performance just awhile ago, I 
think you are. And rough, too. Right Patti? He seemed 
to be kind of rough about it. Not very skilled, just 
kind of grunting and sweating and fucking away like an 
ape. Is that about right?"

She looks down at him with contempt. "Yeah, that’s 
exactly right."

"Hmm. Not very sensitive, is he? Didn’t look like he 
was really interested in how you felt. Is that true," I 
ask him. He mumbles through the gag and pulls at his 
bonds again.

"Pretty much," Patti answers for him. I move closer to 
her, taking her in my arms again. As he watches I begin 
kissing her neck and her shoulder, slipping the collar 
of her robe further and further down.

"You’re a very beautiful woman, Patti. Your eyes... 
your hair... your skin."

As I talk I continue kissing and caressing her. She 
loosens the belt of her robe and I push it completely 
off of her shoulders, letting it fall at her feet. 
She’s now standing completely naked in front of me. Her 
breasts are small but perfectly round and firm. I move 
my lips down her throat to her chest, then to her 
breasts, and finally kiss first one pink nipple and 
then the other, feeling them harden at my touch. 

Patti moans softly. I turn her and press her back onto 
the bed so she is sitting beside John. I suck and lick 
her nipples, biting them very gently with my teeth. 
Patti moans louder and I begin licking my way down her 
body to her stomach. She lays back, actually laying 
across Johns chest.

"I should warn you," she breaths, her eyes closed and 
her head laid back. "John is very jealous. He won’t 
like seeing another man touching me like this."

"Is that right," I ask. "Well then here, let me help 
him out."

I grab one of the pillows and push it under John’s 
head, lifting it up and turning it towards me.

"There. Now he can get a better look at what I’m 
doing."

I kneel between Patti’s spread legs and continue 
licking and nibbling her stomach, then her thighs. 
Finally I press my lips for the first time against the 
neatly trimmed hair of her pussy. Kissing gently at 
first, I work my way further down into the cleft of her 
sex. Then I taste her, gliding my tongue all the way 
from the base up to her clit. 

I circle her clit with my tongue, flicking it and 
sucking it into my mouth. She moans even louder and 
lifts her hips, thrusting up into my face. John is 
really grumbling now behind his gag. He begins 
thrashing about as best he can. I pause what I’m doing 
long enough to look up at Patti.

"Grab his hair. Make him watch."

She reaches over and grabs a fistful of his hair, 
gripping tightly and jerking his head up and around so 
he’s looking directly at my face between his 
girlfriend’s legs. As she does that I reach up on her 
other side and grab his balls in my hand. He flinches 
but stops struggling.

"Keep your eyes open and on us at all times, John. 
Don’t force me to GET your attention," I say as I 
squeeze his balls firmly in my hand. He whimpers a 
little bit but holds still and keeps his eyes open.

I go back to licking and sucking Patti’s sex. She’s 
really wet and her hips are moving wildly. She uses her 
free arm to prop herself up, still stretched out across 
John’s chest, still gripping his hair painfully in her 
left hand, and watches as I use my mouth to make her 
cum for the first time. 

As she cums into my mouth I look up the length of her 
body and make eye contact first with her, relishing the 
look of absolute ecstasy on her face, and then with 
John, enjoying the look of pain and fear in his eyes.

I make Patti cum three times with my mouth before she 
finally pushes me away. She clambers off of the bed and 
begins frantically tearing my clothes off. Once I’m 
naked she drops to her knees in front of me and takes 
my cock in her hand. She begins stroking it, moving her 
fist up and down the length, cupping my balls in her 
other hand. Then she leans in and takes the head of my 
cock into her warm, wet mouth. 

She alternates moving her mouth all the way down to the 
base of my shaft, taking me deep into her throat, and 
then pulling back and just sucking the head while she 
pumps me with her hand, jacking me off into her mouth. 
She’s an expert at it and it isn’t long at all before I 
feel the first flutters of orgasm approaching. 
Reluctantly I push her back.

"Wait, baby. Not yet. It’s his turn," I motion down to 
John. Patti looks confused, thinking I mean for her to 
suck him now. But instead I move up onto the bed, 
kneeling over John’s chest with my hard cock bobbing 
just inches from his face.

"Hand me my pants, would you," I ask. She does and I 
pull the leather belt out of the loops and then toss 
the pants back on the floor. Without warning I twist 
around and bring the belt down hard on one of John’s 
inner thighs, close to his balls. He thrashes against 
the bondage and tries to cry out, and Patti stares in 
fascination at the bright red welt that immediately 
rises on the pale skin of his thigh. Then I hand the 
belt to her.

"Now you," I say to her.

She smiles and slaps the belt down just as hard on his 
other thigh, even closer to his exposed cock and balls 
than I came. I smile at her and then look down at John.

"I’m about to take the gag out of your mouth. If you 
make a single sound, Patti will whip you just like 
that. Every sound you make will be accompanied by 
another stroke of that belt. Do you understand?"

He nods.

"Good." I remove the gag just enough that his mouth is 
free and exposed.

"Now," I say. "Your gorgeous girlfriend here has an 
exquisite mouth. I’m sure you’ve taken advantage of it 
many times. But right now I’m going to use YOUR mouth. 
Again, if you so much as even THINK about doing 
anything stupid, Patti will whip you. Furthermore, if 
I’m not completely and utterly satisfied by your mouth, 
then I will whip you. And I promise that I know exactly 
what I’m doing, and you most certainly will not enjoy 
it if I have to take up that belt."

I press the head of my cock against his lips.


"Patti, be a dear and hold his hair again. Don’t put 
down that belt though. Be ready if I say to bring that 
belt down as hard as you can if he does anything 
wrong."

Patti lays beside John and takes his hair again. She 
leans close and watches carefully as I force the length 
of my cock into her boyfriends mouth. I move back and 
forth a few times, just to settle into position and 
then I begin to fuck him, thrusting deep into his 
mouth. 

"Has John ever sucked cock before," I ask Patti.

"No. At least I don’t think he has. Have you, sweetie," 
she asks him mockingly. "He seems to be pretty good at 
it though, huh?"

"He’s alright, for a virgin I suppose. But he’d better 
hope he gets better or I’ll have to punish him."

I keep pumping in and out of his mouth, not worrying 
about whether it’s uncomfortable for him or not. 
Eventually Patti reaches in and takes the shaft of my 
cock and begins stroking me in rhythm with my thrusts. 
And after just a few minutes I throw my head back and 
moan. Patti quickens her strokes, jacking me off faster 
as I rest the head of my cock on John’s tongue.

"You’d better swallow every drop, John," she says 
firmly. "I’m serious. Taste it and swallow it. Every 
drop."

With that I explode, cumming hard into John’s mouth. 
Patti keeps pumping me, milking me into him, holding 
his head in place and watching as his throat works, 
struggling to swallow. 

When I’m finished I pull out of him and motion for 
Patti to straddle his face.

"Now it’s Patti’s turn to use that mouth. One more time 
I’ll tell you that she had better be one hundred and 
FIFTY percent satisfied with your mouth, or you’ll be 
severely punished. Do you understand, John? She’s going 
to ride your mouth for as long as she wants, and you 
will make her cum as many times as she wants. You will 
not stop, or even pause, until she is completely done 
with you. I don’t care how sore you jaw is after 
sucking my cock, or how tired your mouth and tongue 
get. I don’t care if Patti makes you get her off a 
HUNDRED times. You will be the best mouth she has ever, 
ever had, and give her the most powerful, satisfying 
orgasm she has ever felt in her entire life."

Patti climbs up and straddles John facing the foot of 
the bed, lowering herself down onto his mouth. He 
hesitates for a second, but eventually he starts 
licking. I go over and retrieve my bag from beside the 
bed and begin laying out the contents at the foot of 
the bed so Patti can see. The sight clearly turns her 
on as she moves her hips faster and begins stroking and 
pinching her own nipples, moaning in pleasure. 

Over the next forty five minutes Patti cums 5 times, 
each one more powerful and explosive than the last. 
Finally she collapses onto the bed and John audibly 
whimpers from pain and exhaustion. Before he can say 
anything I replace the gag in his mouth.

"So, how was he," I ask her. She smiles and laughs, 
still shaking. Her voice quavers a little as she 
answers.

"He was incre—," she catches herself, seeing the smirk 
on my face. "Does it matter what I say," she asks me.

"Nope, not really. We’re going to whip him anyways."

John mumbles behind the gag and struggles to free 
himself. Patti smiles wickedly.

"Here, help me with this," I say. Patti and I take the 
pillows and maneuver them beneath John, lifting his 
hips and thrusting his cock into the air. Then I take a 
length of leather cord and begin showing her how to tie 
it around the base of his cock.

"This will make sure that his cock stays hard. Tie it 
tightly around the base of the shaft and it keeps his 
cock engorged no matter what we do to it. Also, for 
future reference, if you tie it tight enough in the 
right spot it will keep him from cumming. So if you 
want to tease him and not let him get off, this will do 
it."

"Good to know," she says mischievously.

"Now take this and we’re going to wrap it around the 
base of his scrotum. Here, pull it tight... yeah, like 
that. See this will lift his balls up into view and 
make them easier to get to."

I move up the bed and lean down into John’s face.

"Okay John, here’s the deal. You’ve hurt and tortured 
Patti for years now. So I’m about to teach her how to 
hurt and torture you. I’m going to teach Patti how to 
whip your cock. I’ve been whipped in the past, but it 
was always by women. And no matter how experienced or 
enthusiastic a woman might be, she really can’t know 
exactly what to do to a man, or how much what she does 
really hurts. But another man DOES know those things. 
I’m going to teach this beautiful young woman here 
exactly how to whip and torture you so that it causes 
the most excruciating, unbearable pain you can possibly 
imagine."

John starks shaking his head violently, trying to 
speak.

"Patti, choose your weapon. Don’t worry, you’ll get to 
use all of them. Just pick what you’d like to start 
with."

John can’t see what Patti is doing at the foot of the 
bed, so I motion for her to show him what she’s picked. 
She waves a short black leather crop in front of his 
face.

"Good choice, that’s what I would have chose for you. 
You’re a natural." We both snicker at that.

"Are you ready, John," I ask. "Once we start there’ll 
be no stopping. I want to make this clear for you, you 
son of a bitch. I’m going to show her how to savagely, 
mercilessy whip you. It will be more pain than you can 
possibly take. But I hope that you understand... you 
have no choice whatsoever. You can’t get free. You 
can’t call for help. You can’t beg, or plead, or 
threaten. You won’t be making any promises. In other 
words, you absolutely will not get out of this. For the 
rest of the night, hell probably for the next few 
nights, all you will get is used and punished and 
tortured. From now on it’s all about Patti enjoying 
herself at your expense."

I grab a crop similar to the one Patti chose and I move 
down the bed. 

"Okay, Patti. Take his cock in your hand. Hold it at 
the base, in your fist. You’re going to be whipping the 
entire length starting with the head and working down. 
So hold it still with your left hand and use the crop 
in your right."

As she does that I take her right hand in mine and 
guide it so that the leather lash at the end of her 
crop is resting right on the glans, the tender 
underside of the head of his cock.

"That is one of the most sensitive spots on a man’s 
cock. What’s even better is John is uncircumcised, 
which means when his foreskin is pulled back out of the 
way like it is right now the head is even more 
sensitive. So right there is where I want you to start 
whipping."

She takes a breath, counts to three, lifts the crop 
back and then brings it down fairly hard directly on 
the head of John’s cock. He moans out through the gag 
and struggles again. Patti looks closely at the spot 
she just struck and watches the color come up.

"That’s amazing," she says. "It’s so hard and powerful 
when he’s fucking me with it. It’s weird to have this 
kind of power over it. I didn’t think it would be that 
tender, or turn that bright red."

"Darling, you ain’t seen nothing yet. Keep going. 
You’ll whip the entire head, all the way around. You 
can go as fast or slow as you’re comfortable with. But 
you should do it harder. The idea here is that you can 
hurt him as much as you want. He’s helpless, and his 
cock, the thing he’s hurt you with so often, is totally 
at your mercy. I want you to show that you will have no 
mercy with him... because it’s only going to get much, 
much worse from here."

She nods and uses the crop to whip him again in the 
exact same spot, harder this time. Then again, harder 
and just a little to the side. She continues, working 
her way all around the mushroom shaped head. I show her 
how to use her left hand to move and turn and twist his 
cock into whatever position she needs in order to 
punish every possible inch of it.

"Here, keep holding it, but let me show you something." 
I take my own crop and bring it down harder than any 
blow she’s yet delivered. I whip fast and hard and I 
cover the entire head and then work the shaft not 
covered by her fingers. I don’t pause or alter my pace, 
but just keep going and going. John is really 
struggling now, making all sorts of noise through his 
gag. But Patti and I ignore it and continue.

Finally I stop her. She’s worked from the very tip of 
his cock all the way down to the base of the shaft 
where the leather lacing is tied.

"How’d that feel," I ask her.

"Incredible. I think I might have actually cum again 
just while doing that."

"Good. So you like hurting him like that?"

"Oh god yes. That was fantastic."

"Okay, well hand me that candle then." She does. "Once 
you’ve finished whipping him like that, what you can do 
is take a candle like this one..."

I tilt the candle enough to drip some hot wax right 
onto the tortured head of John’s cock and he screams 
again through his gag. I keep dripping wax until the 
entire head is coated in scalding wax. Then, once it’s 
cooled and hardened into a shell, I peel it off, which 
also hurts just a bit. Underneath I show Patti how the 
wax has turned his cock so vividly red and tender that 
it’s almost purple.

"Take this candle," I say handing it to her, "and coat 
his entire cock with it."

She does, obviously relishing each flinch and squirm 
with each drop of hot wax. When she’s finished I 
instruct her to peel it all off.

"Now that you’ve done that, his already tortured and 
tender cock is even MORE sensitive. So now you can 
choose another toy and whip him all over again. And I 
want you to repeat that process over and over again 
until you’ve experimented with each one of those whips, 
belts and straps."

For the next hour or so Patti takes out her 
frustrations on her boyfriends tortured member. When 
she’s on the next-to-last whip, a cat-o’-nine-tails 
type flogger, I position her so she’s on her hands and 
knees on the bed. As she proceeds to once more wax and 
whip him I climb behind her and fuck her to orgasm 
right in front of John’s face.

At last, when she’s done with all of that and ready for 
the last whip, this time a short semi-rigid strap, I 
hand her a strap-on dildo.

"Here, put this on. This time while you’re whipping him 
I want you to kneel between his legs and fuck his ass 
with this. There’s a rhythm I want you to learn. Every 
time you bring that strap down on his cock he’s going 
to clench up at the pain. At that moment I want you to 
thrust that huge, hard cock you’re wearing into his 
tight, clenched ass. Can you do that?"

"Absolutely," she says enthusiastically.

As Patti fucks his ass and whips his cock, I lay beside 
him on the bed and stroke myself, letting her watch as 
I jack myself off. I turn my head and whisper into his 
ear.

"You should have been better to her, you fuck," I 
snarl. "You should have been a better man, a better 
human to her. Because when she’s done there, it’s going 
to get even worse. I know, I know, you’re thinking, 
‘How could it possibly be worse’, right? Trust me..."

At that moment Patti cums again and pulls out of his 
ass. She’s flushed and shimmering with sweat just like 
earlier when I was watching through the window. But 
this time she is flushed with pleasure. And she doesn’t 
look ready to stop.

"Okay baby, are you done or do you want to continue?"

"I’m still good, if there’s anything else you want to 
show me how to do to him," she pants.

I hand her the crop, the one she started the evening 
with, and place it in her right hand again. Then I take 
her left hand and guide it between John’s legs so that 
she is cupping his bound and exposed balls. 
Simultaneously I hear them both gasp in understanding. 
Patti’s eyes light up and an evil grin spreads over her 
lips. John just whimpers and strains to close his legs.

"Alright, gorgeous. Everything you just did to that 
cock... now you’re going to do it to his balls."

"Can I do that," she asks shocked. "Isn’t that... I 
don’t know, isn’t that too much?"

John frantically nods agreement that it IS too much. 
But I just smile and shake my head.

"Actually yes, it is too much. But it’s not his choice, 
is it? This is YOUR game. He is at your mercy and this 
is the way you can hurt him more than anything you’ve 
done all night long. I’ll talk you through it if you’d 
like. I’ll explain exactly how it feels for him while 
you’re doing it. But trust me, you’ll never feel as 
powerful or as turned on as the first time you bring 
your crop down hard on his most precious, sensitive 
spot."

She smiles again.

"Okay," she says. "I’m ready."

I lean in and kiss her passionately on the lips. 
"You’re ready... do you think HE is?"

"Do I care," she asks. "No mercy, right?"

"Exactly."

And with that, she brings the crop down hard.

End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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