Alternative Currency (part two-The end) [Rough] [boyfriend’s father] [painful] [forced] [degradation]

B looked to the men of the Culper ring, horror on his face and he started to pull at the restraints, he tried to verbally protest but his jaw still ached too much to speak. Mr. Tallmadge walked over to him and leaned down, whispering something in his ear that made him stop resisting and look away from his dad.

Mr. Wilkins climbed over me, and though I didn’t think myself capable of crying anymore at this point, I did. I had never wished anyone dead in my life before, but now, as he lowered his lips to my breast and bit and sucked on me, I wished this coward of a man, this monster that had the audacity to touch me, knowing I was only in this situation because I loved his son and wanted his son safe, something he’d never once in his life even attempted to do for B, I wished him dead, painfully dead.

Mr. Tallmadge had one hand on B’s shoulder, and one hand on his chin, forcing him to watch as his dad grope and fondle my body. Mr. Wilkins was, possibly for the first time since I’d met him, completely sober, the clarity in his eyes was terrifying. I cringed as he pushed his cock into me, a few mostly dry thrusts pushed him into my wet inside and made it easier for him as his cock got coated in the moisture, but it still hurt for me. He began pumping his body against mine with grunts and groans.

He moaned in my ear as his hands moved down under my hips and lifted me to push deeper into me. I cried out and cringed, closing my eyes tightly and trying to ignore the stale tobacco smell that clung to him. He grasped my shoulder with one hand, supporting himself as he leaned over me, and kept my hips lifted to his cock with the other.

His lips were against my ear as he breathed hard and whispered to me, “I should’ve just done this when he first brought you home. Thinking about your warm wet cunt every time you came around is what pushed me into using again,” he said as I cringed and sobbed.

He laughed as he continued speaking in his normal voice so B could hear him, “I watched you in the shower, washing yourself, masturbating. I knew what your orgasm looked like before Brayden had even thought of you like that,” he grunted and I looked to Brayden, tears streamed down my cheeks and I cried out as he pushed into me. My body wasn’t cooperating this time. I couldn’t tap out. If I did then everything over the past few days was wasted time. B would end up selling and he’d go to jail and I’d lose him because they’d own him forever because of this horrid excuse of a father.

He grunted as he pulled out of me, he pulled the gag off of me and kissed me then pushed himself back in me roughly, “I even crept into Brayden’s bedroom and pulled the blanket off of you two. You’ve always been a needy slut, sleeping in the little bastard’s bed in nothing but a t-shirt even before you were his girlfriend,” he spat at me.

It was true, when I stayed over I slept in B’s bed with him and usually wore one of his t-shirts and my panties to bed, but we’d never done anything, we were just friends then. The worst thing that happened was him waking me up from a nightmare and holding me while we fell back to sleep. B never tried to take advantage of my trust in him and that’s a part of why I loved him.

His dad grasped my jaw and turned my head towards him while he spoke, “All those times you walked around my house in shorts and tank tops, coming inside from working out with Brayden all sweaty and tan with your bra showing, such a little cock tease you were. I was losing my mind having to climb into bed with my cunt of a wife knowing that such a pretty little thing was sleeping just down the hall nearly every Saturday night.”

I looked him in the eye, “You’re a pathetic excuse of a man,” I spat at him. “You let them fuck your wife so you could keep getting high and neglecting her and then you resented…”

He slapped me and put his hand on my throat, squeezing as I gasped and coughed. Mr Tallmadge pulled his hand from my throat, “Do that again and you’re done,” he said to Mr. Wilkins.

I turned my head towards B, he had a couple of tears trailing down his cheeks, his jaw was clenched tight and his hands were balled into fists. Mr. Wilkins could have just came inside of me, but instead of being done with me so easily, he put the gag back on me and turned me over and pushed his dick into my ass. I screamed and dug my fingernails into the blankets. The only lubrication was the minimal fluids his cock had collected from my cunt. It was just enough moisture to get his cock head into me and then he took great pleasure in my screaming and tensing as he pushed himself into me. My drool was mixing with B’s on the ball gag. I could still taste his mouth on the rubber and I tried so hard to focus on that. Mr. Tallmadge pulled him back away from me and I crawled away from him to the upper corner of the bed.

Mr. Woodhouse and Mr. Townsend both grabbed me and pulled me back to the center of the bed. Mr. Tallmadge used a lubricant on my ass and made Mr. Wilkins use the same on his cock. Once he was in compliance with that, Mr. Tallmadge let it continue.

Mr. Wilkins pushed himself back into me and grabbed my hair at the back of my head, lifting me up into a kneeling position on the bed. He fucked me hard, making my tits bounce as I cringed. B watched his dad fuck me, and listened to everything his dad said, “Just think, if I’d walked into the shower and fucked you that first time you stayed over, or maybe slipped Bray and Mary something to make sure they slept all night without being able to interrupt me using your body, you could’ve just serviced my cock to keep me clean and you wouldn’t have had to have all of those dicks in you the past few days, just mine.”

I screamed behind the ball gag but it was muffled greatly as he pounded his hips against my ass. There was a trail of drool from the gag going down my chin and onto my chest. I looked to B and he was fuming as he watched his dad fuck me and admit that he’d wanted to do just that, apparently, since I first became friends with Brayden. He thrust into me a few more times before he came in me and shoved me down to the bed.

I was on my forearms, my forehead was pressed tightly to my arms and I was sobbing as I lay there, unable to move momentarily.

He looked me over, his cum dripped from my body, then looked to his son, “She’s nothing but a whore, just like your mom was. You’re better off knowing it now so you don’t get tied down to her when she starts fucking around,” he was cold as he said it.

Mr. Wilkins leaned over me and grasped my jaw so tightly that I felt like he was going to crush it in his grip. I reached up to try and pull his hand away as he lifted me up from the bed and spoke to me, “He’s never going to be able to look at you the same way. He’s just going to see the girl that let his dad and a few dozen others fuck her. I bet he watched you get off on their cocks like he’s never been able to get you off on his. Every time he fucks you he’s going to see you covered in their cum. Ass and pussy gaping and filled to the brim and he’s going to be disgusted by your little whore body.”

He grasped a handful of my hair and undid the ball gag, my jaw ached from the short time it was on me. I wasn’t sure how B had endured hours of wearing it. He started to pull my mouth to his cock and I put my hands on his hips and pushed him away from me, refusing to participate anymore.

He let go of me after a few more failed attempts to get me to suck his cock and I spat in his face, “Because that’s how you saw Mary?” I choked out as I looked to him. I glanced to B, his eyes were narrowed, he was clenching his fists so hard his palms were white at the creases, and I could see the tension of the muscles at the back of his jaw. He was absolutely furious.

I looked back to Mr. Wilkins, “Your son has no problem getting me off, Mr. Wilkins. You being incapable of fulfilling your own wife the way strangers you sold her to were able to is your own problem. Your son is a fucking god in bed and you’re just a pathetic bitch that would be better served taking dick than giving it,” I spat at him.

Mr. Wilkins slapped me, hard enough to make me fall down on the bed and leave a red imprint on my cheek. I was leaning on my left hip and arm and Mr. Wilkins grabbed my hair again and yanked my head back hard enough to make me cry out. He pinned me to the bed and had both hands on my throat for little more than a few seconds. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Tallmadge untie B. I tried to to stop him from attacking his dad, but his dad was trying to strangle me and I wasn’t really in a position to stop him. B punched his dad before his dad even realized he was loose. Mr. Wilkins let go of me and I coughed and gagged as he tried to defend his face from his son. B punched right through the defenses, leaving Mr. Wilkins bloody and swollen after just a few hits. He wasn’t going to stop and I finally got enough strength to physically put myself between him and his dad. He almost pushed me out of the way but when his hand touched my arm he grabbed me and pulled me into a hug instead. B’s knuckles were bruised and bloody and his dad’s face was nearly unrecognizable from swelling.

I pulled B’s head to my chest and stroked his hair, trying to calm him, but I could feel the tension throughout his body. His heart raced and he was nearly hyperventilating, but it began to slow as I held him. He looked to Mr. Tallmadge, “I won’t be helping him with his debts anymore, kill him if you want. I’m done protecting him,” his voice was weak and pained as his jaw still ached.

He clung to me and I looked to Mr. Tallmadge, he was smiling.

“Well done, young Brayden,” Mr. Woodhall said from the end of the bed.

Mr. Townsend grabbed Brayden’s dad with Mr. Woodhall and they dragged him, moaning and groaning off of the bed, disappearing out of the door with him.

Mr. Tallmadge sat on the bed beside us, “You should know that he requested to participate, and for you to see him participating when we approached him to tell him his debts were cleared and we would no longer supply him. He knew I would find your girlfriend a more attractive currency than you could ever be, so he was ready to bargain for time with her in that very moment.”

Brayden had his head lying against my chest, listening to my heartbeat with his eyes closed, without moving he said, “Why?” his voice still gave away the pain of the gag in his mouth for hours, “All I’ve ever done is take care of him…”

Mr. Tallmadge sighed, “What he said was true. The reason he used was an unhealthy affinity towards teen girls and he tried to keep it at bay with drugs. He blamed your mother for not staying the teenager he’d married. He blamed you for having a female friend as a teenager. He thought you were taunting him with her. Showing him what you could have and he couldn’t. She’s not the only one he’s lusted after, she was just the one that was a constant fixture in his life. How long have you two been friends?” he asked.

I looked at Mr. Tallmadge and then back down to Brayden, “Ten years,” I said softly.

He scoffed and looked towards the door, “You were right Miss Yates. He is a pathetic bitch.”

“Why agree to that? Knowing what you know, why would you let him participate?” I asked.

He nodded to Brayden, “To cut the bond of guilt. It’s a harsh lesson, but he would have continued sacrificing his own life and happiness to keep the man he knows as his father safe,” he leaned down and looked Brayden in the eye, “You needed to see that he was not worth that. Do you remember what I said to you? Right after you saw him?”

Brayden nodded.

I looked at them curiously, “What?” I asked.

Brayden looked up at me, “He’s clean. He’s doing exactly what he’s always wanted to do.”

“It was the stipulation I’d made when he asked about it. He could fuck you, but only if he was completely clean when he did it. No getting out of it after by saying he was high and didn’t know what he was doing,” Mr. Tallmadge said.

“Now,” he continued, “Since I used this arrangement to my advantage at the expense of both of you, I will destroy the videos and photos we took. Mr. Woodhall will see to it that you are both cleaned up, injuries addressed, and compensation given as this wasn’t what either of you agreed to, ultimately. You are still bound by the NDA, however.”

With that, Mr. Tallmadge left and Mr. Woodhall entered the room again. We were taken to a bathroom and given everything we needed to remove as much of the last few days as we could. Brayden helped me stand upright as we made our way to a large room with a shower and fresh clothing. A doctor examined both of us, treating some tearing on me and testing us for various STIs in case anyone falsified their testing records in order to participate. He noted that the bruising would fade over a few days and gave me a package of pregnancy tests, telling me to test at 4,6, and 8 weeks out just to be safe.

It disturbed me how routine this seemed to him. B and I were taken downtown and dropped off by a bus stop that went back to his house. Many of my bruises were visible in the outfit they’d given me, especially the ones at my wrists and neck. It made me feel a little insecure as people whispered as they walked by us sitting on the bench waiting for the bus.

B got annoyed at the gawking and pulled me up on his lap, facing away from him. He grasped my neck along the bruise his father made tightly enough to look convincing, but not so tightly as to hurt me and started kissing the back of my neck. His hand slid down my arm and grasped my wrist, also along the bruise, holding it up and to the side as I squirmed on his lap. He caught me by surprise and as much as my heart was racing and fear crept in, logically I knew I was safe with him, and I knew he was just giving people a reason to gawk and to know where the bruises came from. I also couldn’t hide that, when in his grip, I was instantly turned on by the display of force, something he’d never done with me before.

He was hard and I pressed myself against him as the bus pulled up. We composed ourselves and climbed up the stairs, the bus driver eyed us as we headed to the back of the bus, “There’s cameras back there,” he warned as we both giggled and sat down.

I’m not going to lie, it was rough going for the first few months after that, we both woke up in tears from time to time, or outright screaming. We both recoiled with being touched a certain way, and some smells made me so lightheaded that I threw up. We didn’t come out of this unscathed, we hurt, we were traumatized by it, but we pushed through together. Mr. Tallmadge arranged for both of us to see a therapist while we adjusted to the reality of what had happened. But, not all of the after experience was bad.

Brayden and I learned a lot about ourselves and each other. He, for example, discovered that he really enjoyed grabbing my neck and having me suck on his middle finger, specifically, as he fucked my ass or pussy from behind, and I really love being in his grip like that. I came to terms with enjoying being pinned between two guys. Exploring that on our own led to another series of discoveries, Brayden was at least somewhat bisexual and enjoyed kissing our companion as they each fucked me.

We haven’t really gone the distance in testing how far his interest in other men extends, he’s neither fucked a guy nor been fucked by one yet. We have shared a blowjob with a friend and Brayden’s found he really likes licking their cum from my mouth and pussy. He’s discovered a love of restraining my hands and eating my pussy as someone else fucks my ass, which happens to be extremely enjoyable to me as well.

As much as I want to be mad at how things went down, I can’t deny that our experience really freed us from the shame we’d been raised to have around sex. I wish that freedom had come from just our own explorations, but we can’t undo the experience, we can just look forward and lean on one another when things get hard for either of us. I like the exploration, but I also love it when it’s just the two of us in the most basic missionary stance. It’s him that makes the rest of it enjoyable. Without him being a part of it, I don’t think I’d want to do anything sexual with anyone anymore.

B’s birthday is coming up soon and he thinks it’s time we test his enjoyment of getting fucked, a friend of ours is willing, and he’s excited about the idea, while I’m just a little afraid of it happening. We’re still together, and happy. I didn’t get pregnant from that encounter thankfully, but I did talk to him about what I knew of his mother’s experience. Mr. Tallmadge did a DNA test while he had us there and he discovered that Brayden is his biological son.

We still don’t know his real name but every year B gets a rather large check from a company no one has ever heard of on his birthday. B’s asked me to marry him, we’re living in his childhood home, renovating the shit out of it to remove any memories of his mother’s husband from it, and we’ve been doing really well in counseling. We have to stay with the counselor they set us up with if we want to discuss any of the stuff that happened during the deal, he’s the only one that is also bound by an NDA around Mr. Tallmadge. We’ve been very open about everything that happened within those walls.

We’ve come out of it closer and a much stronger couple overall. I just wish we knew what happened to Mr. Wilkins. Of all the things I experienced over those four days, the idea of him coming back into our lives is the thing that terrifies me. B doesn’t think he’ll ever come back. He genuinely thinks Tallmadge killed him that night. Maybe he did.

As much as I enjoy the exploration, I don’t think I want to keep doing it indefinitely. I think I’m afraid that if we keep doing it, B’s eventually going to find someone he enjoys more than me and I’m going to be left with the knowledge that I was a foolish lovesick twenty-six year old, an idiot for doing what I did. That’s my biggest fear in all of this, finding out that he could love someone more than he loves me. I need that experience to have meant something. I need him to love me,and maybe that’s a toxic trait from me, maybe I’m too dependent on him, but I don’t think I can handle my choice to participate in that arrangement any other way.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/io40fu/alternative_currency_part_twothe_end_rough