A deal's a deal

“No I better not, wouldn’t want to ruin my reputation as a trainer,” You think to yourself. Still unable to sleep, you end up reading the pamphlet, Oak had provided, carefully.

You awake in the morning to the smell of a freshly cooked breakfast sailing in from the kitchen next door. While you would prefer to stay in bed and delay any interactions with Mark as long as possible, your stomach wins out in the end.

You get up grab a quick shower and a fresh outfit from your backpack, eventually you run out of ways to delay any further and your stomach is getting impatient. The door creeks open and you spy for Mark in the kitchen. The coast seems clear, so you carefully enter the kitchen. Your whole body is a tensed spring ready to sprint back into the room at the slightest hint of Marks presence.

On the table, you find a note; it reads, “Hey Sky, I forget to get a few things yester for the party so I’ll be out for a bit. I made you some breakfast; feel free to eat as much as you want.” Your stomach growls as you read the last line. ”Maybe this guy isn’t all bad,” you think to yourself as you sit down and start to partake of the wonderfully prepared breakfast, your stomach certainly seems to agree.

Having gorged down on the delicious breakfast, you sit back in the chair for a bit. “Damn those food comas” you think to yourself cursing your tendency to overeat. As you recover, you read the note again, wondering what he might be out getting.

You are about to get up when you hear the front door open and close and your whole body tenses. Mark enters the kitchen, given you elevator eyes again, clearly checking you out. He smiles warmly at you. “Good morning he says, I was afraid I would have to wake you up sleepyhead” he says walking closer, “I hope you haven’t forgotten our deal?” he says when he reaches you stretching out a hand invitingly. He helps you out of the chair and leads you to a larger room next door. Inside you see two long tables set across from each other. Each table has chair on all sides aside from the ones facing the other table. You count the chairs quickly, coming to around thirty in total. “Right,” Mark says, “I have some prep to do in the garage, so while I do that can you be darling and set the table?” Turning to look at him with a dumbfounded look, you quickly collect yourself. You had expected a day filled with sexual favors of all kinds instead, he has you doing housework.

Mark leaves the room for the garage and you get to work. Figuring that cutlery resides in the kitchen, you head there to look. Checking the cupboards systematically, you quickly find the necessary cutlery and plates. It then occurs to you that you have no idea, who many meals and what the kinds the guest will have. Deciding it better to ask, you head for the garage. You find Mark hard at work on some wooden construction. You can see a plank sticking out of the bed of his pickup truck, informing you of what he went to get in the morning. He quickly turns to you and places himself between you, and whatever he is working on. “Need something Sky? As you can see I’m a little busy” he asks. “Well I was setting the table, but it’s hard, when you don’t know how many courses to prepare for” you reply trying to sounds a apologetic as possible. He smiles understandingly, and chuckles a little, while mumbling something about dessert. “What was that?” you ask. “It’s just a bunch of frat boys coming so nothing fancy a simple one course meal” he replies with a smile.

You nod and leave to set about your task. After setting down the last pair of cutlery, you find a chair and plop down in it. If mark wants you to do something he can come to you, besides he didn’t seem pleased last time you had come to the garage. As you sit there in in the chair and relax, you hear ticking, you realize there is a watch on the wall. Looking at it you see it’s already almost 3 pm, you must really have slept in, you think a with a smile. The sooner this day is over the better you conclude.

Another 15 or so minutes passes before your relaxation is interrupted by Mark calling to you through the kitchen. “Hey kiddo how about some lunch? Can you prepare some sandwiches for us? You can call for me when they are ready,“ he yells. “More innocuous housework,” you think to yourself as you get to work. Mark comes in from the garage dragging sawdust behind him. The meal again passes in silence, the only exception when Mark asks if everything is set and ready, and you respond with a simple nod. Marks leaves you to deal with clean up after lunch and heads back to the garage. Once you are done in the kitchen you decide to organize your backpack. You had to leave in a hurry while your mother was out so your pack was packed equally in an equally hurried manner.

You have lost track of time when you hear the shower turn on the bathroom next door, you figure mark is done in the garage and is getting ready for the party. After his shower, he sticks his head into your room and says, “The guests will be here soon, go to the bathroom and do what you need to in there, then meet me in the party room.”

When you enter the party room, you check the watch on the wall, most 6 pm. In the center of the room between the two tables stands Mark, next to his wooden contraption. The wooden contraption you now in its finished state recognize as stocks, a medieval tool for punishment and public humiliation. You gulp down, and look at Mark. “Strip” He says, looking at the clock. You hesitate, unsure if you heard him right. “Strip” he repeats more forceful this time “The guests will be here soon and you need to be ready” he says. You do as he says dropping your tank top and jeans, but again you hesitate when you get to your underwear. One stern look from Mark however gets you stripping again. You are left standing completely naked before Mark who is again looking you over with a satisfied smile on his face. He directs you towards the stocks. You reluctantly place your neck and wrists in the padded cutouts. Marks closes the stocks and locks them, the holes are an almost a perfect fit, leaving you to wonder how he got those measurements.

He walks around you, inspecting his work, before giving you quick spank. “You are going to be tonight’s entertainment, we are going to have our way with you however we want, as many times as we want,” he explains and you feel his fingers lightly touch your virgin folds. It then hits you, he doesn’t know you are not on the pill. “Please Mark, I don’t want to get pregnant, please can I do anything else to repay you?” You plead, feeling utterly helpless as you can only imagine what he is doing behind you. Tick tock, tick tock is all you hear; you wish you were facing the other direction so you could at least see what time it was, as it where you were left staring at a blank wall. Finally Mark replied “You know what I might have an idea, how to solve this” he says, to your relief. You ready yourself to get up once he unlocks the stocks. Instead, he leaves the room, leaving you all alone in this compromised position. He is only gone shortly however. When he returns he crouches in front of you to be face to face with you. He hold up a piece of duct tape on which is written “No use”, then we walks behind you, and you feel him sticking it to your most sensitive area. “Fixed” he announces triumphantly.