A Binding Agreement

Needless to say I was randy as hell the rest of the day. I tried to haggle for a blowjob or a handjob, but Jane was having none of it.

She would just close her eyes, tilt her chin up, and flick me away with her hand. “Unspoiled he said. He wants me unspoiled.” She would then giggle and prance away from me.

GAH!

I resist the urge to jerk it myself, if I couldn't have her now I wanted to be plenty pent up for when I got my turn after Peter. My libido was truly soaring now, to heights unknown. I would say I felt like a teenager again, but even raging adolescent hormones didn't have shit on the pure unfiltered lust I was mainlining these past few days.

She was feeling it too. I would catch her staring into nowhere just biting her lips, her legs pushed together tight. I see her occasionally run a hand over her breasts and body. And at one point she even walks up to me with a naughty look on her face and whispers. “Feel how wet I am. Feel how wet I am for Peter.” I do so, the hot crotch of her panties were soaked. “That's for Peter baby.”

GAH!

Not much is said the rest of the day as we both daydream about what the night would bring.

At 7 pm sharp we are at the door of his top floor condominium. My girlfriend had on a skin tight skimpy little black dress. The fabric was stretched so tight across her big tits that you could make out her nips poking through and the hem was so short you could almost see the bottom curves of her sweet tight tush. It was the dress of a woman advertising her goods for all to see. She wanted to look plenty slutty for Peter she had said, and she succeeded.

We both take a deep breath, give each other one last excited look, then I reach forward and ring the doorbell. After a few nervous seconds the door opens and we are hit with a wave of warm air. Pete stands before us wearing only steel grey silk pajama bottoms. I can't help but marvel at the physique of his bare upper body. Not that it was incredible or anything, but just how similar it was to mine. The pattern of body hair was even somewhat alike. Same height, same weight, same body. Except for our hair, eyes, and a few facial details we really could be twins.

I cannot help but comment. “Jesus Pete. You keep it hot in here.”

He looks at me with a flash of annoyance. “Call me Peter.”

Geez, he still hadn't dropped character. Still very much a business tone of voice. “Very well, Peter.”

I see Peter and my girlfriend giving each other admiring looks. Jane scans up and down his bare chest as he gets a good long look at my girl in her skin tight dress. Both seemed very much satisfied with what they were seeing in the other.

Taking her by the hand he leads her inside, I follow just behind. We take off our shoes as the door is closed and locked. I had been here before but Jane hadn't. The layout was spacious and open. The kitchen, dining room, and living room were all in one large connected area. The place was nice, really nice, conspicuously nice. Everything was expensive, modern in style, and monochrome in color. Grays, whites, and blacks dominated the space, with the occasional well placed splash of color here and there. He had bragged about getting an interior designer to do it up for him and they had done a good job. Add to all of this the beautiful view of the city out of the floor to ceiling windows across from us and it was an impressive display. It even smelled great! I see it all have its desired effect on Jane. She smiles as she looks around at the tasteful decor.

Like his well groomed looks, his stylish attire, and his flash sports car I knew this place had been specifically decorated to impress women and get pussy. Peter lived the life of a dashing and successful playboy to a tee. Him being my long time friend however I happened to know most of his money came from his parents. Seeing my girlfriend admire the classy surroundings I can't help but wonder how many women Peter had had through this bachelor pad. A veritable pussy palace. Dozens, possibly hundreds, of hot girls. The guy went through one night stands like I did cold beers. My beloved Jane was about to become just another notch on this guy's belt.

It was all so nice but by god was it warm. I peel my outer collared shirt off and look for a place to set it. Peter tells Jane. “Hang your man's shirt on the coat rack beside the door.” He didn't ask her, he told her. He was establishing control of this situation right from the start.

She hesitates a second before nodding and taking my shirt from me. She glances up at me with an amused expression. He had piqued her curiosity.

As she goes to do as she was told he looks at me and casually rubs his hands together. His tone was friendly but still had a professional detachment. “Being a bull isn't really something I've done, but I think you'll have a good time John. I believe we'll all be satisfied with our arrangement here.”

“Sure.” I reply. Internally I chuckle at him calling himself a “bull”. If he was the bull was she the cow or the matador? What an odd thing to say.

He indicates a spot on his long silver gray L-shaped corner sofa, he was directing me to sit in the corner of it. “This should give you the best view. Sit here and stay here until we are done.”

On the coffee table nearby I see a pair of leather padded handcuffs. “Oh geez! Are you planning on getting kinky? Rough? I don't want you to hurt her.”

“Don't worry. I realize that I'm just renting her. I won't leave a mark on her, I promise.” He takes a long ogling gaze up and down Jane's petite curvy body as she returns. He unconsciously licks his lips. “If I owned her however...mmmm, what fun we'd have.” The words hang in the air a second before he adds. “Just relax. I'll be gentle with your woman John.” I was learning as much about Pete as he was about me. He turns back to me. “Besides, those aren't for her. They're for you. Put your hands behind your back and let her cuff you.”

“Now wait a minute!” I protest. “We never agreed to this!”

“Sorry John, this is a necessary precaution. I've heard about cucks snapping half way through. That will not do. I do not wish to be interrupted. I will get what I paid for.” He says bluntly.

I shake my head. “No. No way man.”

He sighs with disappointment. “Very well. I'll have my money back.” He holds out his hand.

I look at his outstretched palm. It was a hell of a power play. We should have been the ones dictating terms here, it was her body and my girlfriend after all, and he'd only paid a measly twenty bucks. And yet here he was the one giving ultimatums. All or nothing, take it or leave it.

“Come on. Give me my money and get out.” He says testily. “I'll see you Thursday.”

“Peter, come on man...”

He stares me down with his intense gray eyes. Fuck, he was dead serious. Had this been some stranger there would be no chance that I would agree to this, even with the fire of my twisted fetish burning through my veins. But this was Peter, my friend. The more I thought about it the more I relaxed. I really did trust the man. I'd had his back and he'd had mine since we were teens. He wasn't quite as close as Mike, but he was a good friend.

I nod in surrender. “Very well.”

He smiles and gives slow respectful nod.

I hear Jane let out a sigh as the tension breaks between us two men. I turn around and put my hands behind my back. With a little hop and girlish giggle Jane hurries to grab the cuffs, she couldn't bind me fast enough!

I feel the thick leather band go around my left wrist then feel as she tightens a little too enthusiastically. Peter berates her. “Too tight! He won't have circulation. Loosen it one notch, he won't slip out from that.”

“Oh!” She says, surprised at his firm tone. “Sorry.”

I feel it loosen and get secured. Moments later the same happens with my right. I pull a bit and the chain connecting them holds me firm. I turn back around.

Jane was looking up at me with a big mischievous grin. She runs her fingernails down my chest and says in a low hiss. “Ohhhh, you're helpless. I could do anything to you right now. He he he.” Just by that look in her eye I knew that if Peter wasn't there we'd be going at it in short order.

Peter is not amused. “You are mine tonight whore. I paid for you. Don't forget your place here.”

My girlfriend snaps to attention. “Oh. Yes, of course.” I again see amusement in her expression, she found it funny how serious Peter was taking all of this.

“Sit down.” He orders me. “Make him comfortable.” He orders her. He stood with his arms crossed across his bare chest as he watched us do his bidding.

We happily play along. I sit in the corner of the L-shaped sofa, the cushions were very firm but comfortable. Jane helps me out. She arranges a few pillows and we make sure I am as cozy as I could be.

He then says. “Feel in under the cushion, at the back.” I feel her rummage around behind me. “Feel it?”

She nods. “Yes.”

Without even an order being given I then feel and hear something latch onto the chain between my wrists. I tug and feel and my arms snap to a stop. Shit, they just bound me to the sofa! I wasn't getting up even if I wanted to. I might have thought it weird, but somehow having built in binds in his sofa didn't seem so odd for Pete anymore.

Jane sits back and looks over her bound boyfriend with a thirsty look in her eyes.

“Almost done.” Peter informs us. Pulling something from the pocket of his pajama pants he hands it to my girlfriend. It was a ball gag!

“You two have a safe word I assume. Some code for putting a stop to things.”

She nods as she looks at the gag and hesitantly takes it from him. “Yes.”

He then looks at me. “Say it now. It is your last chance.”

“Peter, that's not how it works.” I say.

He puts his hands on his hips and replies. “I will not be bound to the word of another man in my own place. If she tells me to stop, I will stop. Of course. But you have no power here John, this is my domain. Say the word now and you two leave...” He pauses. “...or put the fucking gag in your mouth, cuck!”

Both Jane and I sat stunned a moment. We felt like we stood at the edge of some point of no return. It is finally her that succumbs. She looks at me with a reassuring smile. “It'll be okay John. Here, open your mouth.” She offers the gag. “I'll be okay, you just have fun baby.”

God I loved that woman. I lean in for a kiss...

“STOP!” Peter barks. “Don't kiss him whore. You are mine right now. Gag him!”

Jane bites down on her lips to stop from laughing. She brings the ball to my lips and waits. With just a tiny tug of **** I open my mouth. There is no **** as she roughly pushes the rubber ball into my maw. I bite down on it. She leans around behind me, her tight body pressing into me, and she fastens the gag strap securely behind my head.

The moment she was done she pulls quickly away from me, stands and spins to turn her back to me. I didn't even get a backward glance from her, she wanted to get this thing going with her new lover. Facing the very pleased looking Peter she says. “Okay, I'm ready.”

He nods with satisfaction. “Call me Sir.”

She giggles. “Ahem...yes Sir. I'm ready Sir.”

He moistens his lips and looks over my girlfriend like a hungry man at a perfectly grilled rib eye steak. “Let's get started.”

I sit back to watch the show. Bound, gagged, and utterly helpless.

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