In Thrall - 1. Chapter 1 -

The engine roared to life, settling into a steady purr as he backed out of the driveway. He turned off the radio, no longer interested in news or music, not wanting the intrusion into his thoughts. He was not one given to introspection, yet the events of this night had awakened his mind on many levels.

There had been satisfaction, physical satisfaction, but also much more. He had climaxed twice, himself. Her first orgasm came as he entered her, her vulva stretching over his thick cockhead. And again in response to his steady stroking, then finally as he plunged deep into her as he released his seed.

Her husband was alone in frustration, denied orgasm at his command, though the husband’s cock strained against his underwear from the first moments of the seduction. Perhaps afterwards, after he had left, she had welcomed her husband into loving embrace, taking him with the enthusiasm she had shown the stranger they had admitted to their marital bed. Perhaps the husband had locked himself in the bathroom to secretly masturbate away his need. Or Perhaps the husband lay weeping in humiliation and guilt.

He felt power. The power of his body, muscled, yet lean at the peak of manhood. The power of his cock, proudly larger than most men, seemingly always ready. But, mostly, it was the power he felt over these two people. From the first moment, he sensed that he owned their very souls. Yes, she was hesitant at first, but the husband was in thrall, encouraging, then pleading with his wife to take on the stranger, revealing his own need to please the stranger.

His second orgasm came as the husband, responding to his command, knelt before him to “clean him off.” The wife, prone with exhaustion on the bed was able only to turn her head toward her kneeling husband. The expressions that crossed her face ranged from shock to amazement to smug revenge. There was her husband of many years, submissively, eagerly lapping at the strangers engorged cock, still wet with her juices. What petty grievances were paid with this act of servile compliance. Had the husband insisted on sex? Or simply missed a birthday or anniversary? Her life companion had been reduced to an eager cocksucker, a supplicant to the stranger who had taken her.

He grabbed the husbands head, driving deep into the throat, again feeling his power of the husband. His orgasm rose quickly. “Suck my cock, you miserable bastard. Take my cum. Swallow every drop.” The husband complied, eyes streaming with effort to accommodate the thick organ shooting load after load into his mouth and throat, even more than he had dumped into the wife..

With a final grunt, he released the husband, letting him fall to the floor. The man walked into the bathroom, cleaning himself at the sink, leaving used towels strewn about, further leaving his mark. He dressed, not deigning to look upon the stricken couple he had just used for his personal pleasure.

Just as he began to open the front door to leave, he became aware of the husband coming down the stairs. He turned to see the husband, still naked, still painfully erect, yet cowering. The stranger reached out to the husband, drawing him to his chest in an embrace. The husband submitted.

The stranger leaned in, his mouth close to the husband’s ear, speaking in a hoarse whisper, “Next time, I’ll do you.” With that he was out the door to his car and away.

He replayed the events of the evening in his mind as he drove away, his cock becoming erect again, despite the previous orgasms. His organ gave a certain pleasure within the confines of his clothes, a certain pride at his accomplishments. “Yes, big boy,” he thought, “you’ll get to come out and play again.”