A/N: Hey, it's been a while since I've posted. I'm going to try to post more often than once every few months. Happy reading.
I wasn’t alone for very long. I had enough time to clean Jake’s cum off of me and pull my underwear and sweatpants back on. As I leaned down to try to untie the rope, Sam walked in.
He laughed at me. “I don’t think so, princess.” He threw my shirt at me, hitting me in the face. I pulled it on as he untied the rope from the bed and tied my legs back together. He led me to the table in the RV where Kyle was already sitting. “Breakfast,” Sam said, putting a box of donuts on the table. Kyle reached out with handcuffed hands to grab one as Sam turned to go back to his movie.
“No drinks?” I asked. Sam turned to the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles from inside the bag Scott had placed in there earlier. He set one in front of each of us. They were both chocolate milk. I gave Sam a look that I hoped said, “Do I look like I’m three?” He ignored it and sat back on the couch. I opened my bottle with some difficulty and took a drink. I hadn’t drunk anything since right after work the night before.
The rest of the day seemed to be like that: one guy “watching” me, the other two nowhere in sight, and Kyle ignoring me. I read an old magazine for a while, then sat and watched a movie with Scott when the drivers switched again. Or rather, I tried to watch a movie with him. It didn’t really work out like that.
I had gotten tired of Kyle ignoring me and with flipping pages with handcuffed hands. I went over to sit by Scott while Sam went back to his bunk to sleep and Jake drove. Soon after I sat down, however, Scott unzipped his pants. He pulled out his dick and started rubbing it and my breast at the same time. Then, he grabbed me by my neck and forced my head down.
“Open up, sweet cheeks,” he said, as he forced his erect member into my mouth and held my head down. To try to make him climax faster, I used all the tricks I knew: licking like it was an ice cream cone, swirling my tongue up and down his length, lightly using my teeth, sucking. It seemed to work, for he came relatively quickly, compared to my other experiences. After he zipped back up, he pulled me onto his lap and held onto me with his right arm as he played with my breasts with his left hand. I pretended to fall asleep, hoping he would lose interest. He didn’t, but he stopped when the drivers switched again and he went back to go sleep while Sam drove and Jake came to take his turn babysitting me and Kyle.
Just like I had predicted, Jake took me back to the bed (the bunks where the guys slept were on the way to the back). But this time, he brought Kyle with.
“I knew you’d be good for something,” he said to Kyle as he attached the handcuffs on my wrists to a hook on the ceiling. He locked the door and then took off Kyle’s handcuffs completely, shoving them in his pocket. Then he walked over to me and untied my ankles. “All right, folks, we’re going to play a game,” Jake told us as he sat on a chair, facing my side. I glared at him and Kyle just looked at him, apparently uninterested. “I’m going to call the shots.”
When he said that, something seemed to awaken in Kyle. He looked more alert than I had seen him yet. He looked like he was panicking, first looking at Jake, then to me, then back to Jake.
“Kyle, you aren’t going to look at me anymore. Look at her. Good, now take off your shirt and throw it on the floor.” Kyle did what he said, the panic in his eyes growing. We both knew what was going to come from this.
“Go over and pull off her sweatpants, but make sure you leave her underwear on for now.”
“Throw them away and then do the same with her shirt.” So far, Kyle seemed to be okay.
“Now, suck on her right nipple while massaging her left breast.” Kyle hesitated. “Do it.” Jake watched Kyle do this for a few seconds before saying to me, “You aren’t moaning like the whore you are.” I just looked at him. “Moan! I want you to enjoy this.”
I decided to get the most out of this. I closed my eyes and tried to forget about the situation, just feeling Kyle’s mouth and hands caressing me. When I moaned, it wasn’t forced.
“Good. Pull off her underwear.” Kyle did, but nervously. I found myself wondering if he was a virgin.
“Hook your hand behind her left knee and bring it up to your waist. Yes, good. Now, take those first two fingers on your left hand and stick them up her cunt.”
Before Kyle followed this order, he leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I’m sorry.” He kissed my lips and then plunged his two fingers into me. I moaned into his mouth, kissing him back as he moved his fingers in and out.
Jake let this go on for a while before he made Kyle stop. “Alright, now, take off the rest of your pants.” Kyle removed his fingers, put my leg down, and pulled his sweatpants off, leaving him completely naked. I took the opportunity to take in the sight of his muscled body.
“I think you know what to do now, Kyle,” Jake’s voice seemed mocking. I noticed that he had pulled out his dick and was stroking it.
Kyle did know what to do. He approached me hesitantly, as if to say “I don’t really mean it, I have no choice.” He wrapped his left arm around my back, pulling me towards him, as he lifted up my left leg again. Then he pushed himself into me. I moaned louder than before as he leant down to kiss my neck. He moved his right hand up my thigh and I wrapped both my legs around his torso, pulling him deeper inside me. He held me tighter to support more of my weight as he thrust.
“Kyle, continue that,” Jake said, his voice hoarse, “but reach up and unhook her handcuffs and push her up against the wall behind her.”
Before I knew it, my back was against the cold wall and my arms were wrapped around Kyle as much as possible with my handcuffs still on. I leant down and kissed his neck. I felt his teeth graze my shoulder, which sent me to orgasm.
Kyle made a move as if to stop, but Jake said, “No, keep going.” He did, and a couple minutes later (or a long while later, I couldn’t really tell) he made an unexpected noise. I looked over to see him cum. A few seconds later, I felt Kyle do the same. As he did, he put his right hand against the wall as if to steady himself. He stared straight ahead with an emotion I recognized but couldn’t place and pulled out, still holding on to me with his left arm.
“Bitch, get over here and clean this up,” Jake said to me. I unhooked my arms from around Kyle’s neck, quickly kissed him, and ducked to my left under his right arm to walk over to Jake. He made me clean up his cum with my tongue. When he was satisfied that it was clean, he walked over to Kyle, who was still leaning on the wall, now with his head down. Jake handcuffed him again and walked out of the room, locking the door and leaving us alone.