If you haven’t read the prologue to this story, check it out [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/iq2p73/everyone_has_a_price_mf_teaser_dubcon_cheating/), and [Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/iradqt/everybody_has_a_price_chapter_1_saffron_sucks/) here before you start on this one.
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**Chapter 2: Charlie, you’re a Cuck**
I’m sure you’re all familiar with the saying that goes “power corrupts”, but “absolute power corrupts absolutely”. If you’re like me, you might have thought to yourself: “well, so what? As long as **I’m** the one holding on to that kind of power, then maybe it’s okay.” After all, corruption means that we’re made into someone, or something worse as a result of that power. But as I came to learn when my gift was imparted to me, I think that power tends to bring out what was already inside us all along. We want to do what makes us feel good, what feels *right* to us – and the only reason why we don’t do that more often, most of the time, is not because we don’t **want** to but because we aren’t **able** to. But when we become able to? Well, let’s just say that I never thought revenge through poetic sexual justice (is that even a term) could feel *so* good.
If you recall, I’ve already experienced that kind of sexual justice in one way: where I got to make the person who hurt me, whom I thought used me, whom I thought was a real bitch, get on her knees and let me fuck all of those negative emotions into her mouth, her throat, her pussy, and her ass. In some ways, this was what you might call hatefucking – even if it’s not quite. When I found out the truth about her, I didn’t exactly hate her anymore. But it still felt cathartic and so incredibly blissful to unload all of that negativity into the person who caused it. I suppose she knew that too, and I could feel her arousal multiply because of all these emotions she carried at the same time: guilt, attraction, and pure unbridled lust. If how I feel about Saffron doesn’t quite make sense to you, just think about the times in your life when you were wronged by a friend; when you were unfairly treated; when you were betrayed. Now imagine resolving all of that tension by fucking and dominating the person responsible for it. If it’s someone of the opposite gender, and especially if they’re hot, how good is that gonna feel?
But I’m sure some of you were repulsed slightly by the idea of fucking the person (friend, boss, whatever) who wronged you. Maybe you’re a guy and you’ve ever only been wronged by other guys, or vice versa. Or maybe you just can’t imagine yourself ever being sexually attracted to that other person. If you felt that way, then maybe you understand how I felt about Saffron’s insufferable dickbag boyfriend, Charlie.
Charlie is the kind of guy that everyone loved to hate – in private. He was the kind of guy that you didn’t want as an enemy, lest he make your life unnecessarily difficult, but also the kind of guy that you wouldn’t want as a friend… lest he make your life unnecessarily difficult. After all, with his level of wealth and familial connection, he could really follow through with a grudge, which he demonstrated on someone who crossed him in the first year of college. This idiot (I’ll call him A) was on a sports scholarship: the typical jock who also had more than half a brain, but not enough to restrain his overblown ego that had doubtlessly been stroked by his teammates and booty calls. So A, not knowing that Charlie was Saffron’s boyfriend, decided to openly announce his intention to pursue her a week into the first week of college – and worse still, didn’t back down even after he found out. Instead, A doubled-down on provoking Charlie and trying to seduce Saffron (not that he was successful, as you might imagine). He might have been brawnier than Charlie could ever be, but that didn’t stop him from mysteriously losing his sports scholarship and getting expelled for “sexual harassment”. The air quotes are there because… well, you get the idea.
So that was Charlie: dickbag, annoying to be around, but will ‘bless’ you with little favours if you’re nice to him and make your life real difficult if you’re not. Needless to say, I didn’t go out of my way to cross him, and always remained on good terms with him while I was friends with Saffron. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean that he didn’t completely get on my nerves; from little things like that sneer that he’d always walk around with, to more substantial things like always taking credit for others’ ideas and work, to the really infuriating things like using his wealth and connections to bully those he thought he could get away with bullying. Sure, people like A deserved what was coming to them, but there were a ton of others whom Charlie made sure to make difficult to find a job, or to make them effectively invisible – and for “wrongs” on a far smaller scale, like knocking into him and not saying sorry.
When it comes to a guy like Charlie, sexual justice doesn’t mean fucking them. I wouldn’t do it if you gave me a million dollars (but hey, everybody has a price, right?). It means dominating them by dominating and fucking their sexy loved ones, and I just so happened to already have his trophy girlfriend wrapped around my cock and twenty others.
For the first few months after I started to break Saffron in, I was careful not to let our ‘affair’ slip. Like I said, I wanted seeds of doubt forming in his mind – I wanted him to panic and double-down on making sure that he didn’t lose her. Of course, he had already lost her by then. With my help, she had fully embraced her sexual desires and was able to effectively keep up her double life of high-powered professional by day, gangbang slut by night. She always made time to have special nights with me every now and then, but that was more out of appreciation and as payment for my discretion in arranging the best gangbangs for her than out of any desire to settle down. Saffron was well and properly a full-blown slut by then, and she had no need for Charlie any longer. But at my behest, she agreed to keep it going a little longer.
Even with my gift, I knew that it wouldn’t be easy to get that kind of poetic justice on Charlie. But the serendipitous gift of Saffron’s sluttiness and allegiance made things far simpler. Between what Charlie could offer and what Saffron was willing to offer, most of Charlie’s friends (who never really liked him anyway) were more than happy to break off their friendship with him in exchange for a filmed blowjob with Saffron, which they could keep as a memento. Of course, this worked in Saffron’s advantage too, since their face was fully visible in the video while you could only make out the back of Saffron’s head and ass. Some of them who were a little more difficult to persuade, out of some misguided sense of loyalty, still gave in after Saffron agreed to call them and make the offer personally (“Oh Jack, won’t you come and see me? I’ve seen the way you look at me, and I know you want me. I’m offering to suck your cock and let you cum in my mouth or on my face; however you want it. I’m not going to make that offer twice, darling”).
You’d be surprised how hard it is to resist an offer to get a blowjob from the girl you’ve always been dreaming about, especially when she articulated it so sexily you could cum just from hearing her talk about sucking you off. And thanks to my gift, I knew that **all** of Charlie’s friends would have given anything to have her suck them off to orgasm and cover her pretty face with their cum.
Some of the more attractive ones, Saffron decided to have a little more fun with. She let some of them finger her to orgasm (which, if they didn’t, I would have done anyway) and the more well-endowed ones she got to give her a good pounding. She was insatiable, and I learnt through trial and error which of the rooms at the Hilton were more soundproof than others. In any case, I don’t think anyone really minded hearing those sultry moans of pleasure. Other times, I just stopped the moans of pleasure from coming out by sticking my cock in her mouth while the other guy fucked her doggy-style on the bed. She would always happily oblige to the spitroast (sometimes asking for it, even), cheerfully bouncing back and forth between two cocks, her moans vibrating down mine. That was when I learnt what an “Eiffel Tower” meant, and dang did it feel good – especially when you were fucking the hot girlfriend of a stuck-up asshole (sometimes, in her ass).
When Charlie began losing his friends, he didn’t try to find new ones at first – he just imagined that he had more friends and he clung on to Saffron instead. She was spending less time with him, which I imagine must have added to his paranoia (*especially* with the phone calls I got her to make), so he decided to get her ‘back’ by showering her with more gifts and money; basically how he’s done things all his life. She welcomed all of that, of course, and I didn’t stop her from very sensually expressing her appreciation to him, which he took as a sign that all was well. Folks: just because your girlfriend/wife is still enthusiastically fucking you doesn’t meant that you’re not a cuck; she might just be a nympho.
Eventually, I got bored with all this subterfuge. After a few months, I’d gathered enough footage of Saffron sucking cocks, riding cocks, and getting stuffed in every hole for me to make a nice two-hour collage of fifty odd sexual encounters that she’s had, with friends and strangers alike. If you’ve ever watched those JAV videos where an oblivious husband receives a video of his wife being gangbanged by strangers until she becomes a delirious slut – that was pretty much the kind of collage I was making, except Saffron was a willing participant from the very start. I told Saffron that it was okay to break up with him, and then sent him that video through a burner email a week later.
I wish I knew how he reacted to that video, but the process of making it was catharsis and justice enough for me; not to mention lots of fun. All I know is that he suddenly vanished from the public consciousness; nobody seemed to know where he went. Some guy said that he left the country and decided to remake his life somewhere in Asia, and I decided that if were true, he’s suffered enough.
Armed with my gift, and these experiences that made me sure of what I was now capable of doing, the possibilities seemed endless – and they were. I thought of all the sexy strangers that I’d pass by and always wonder about: that cute barista who’s barely able to hide her cleavage; that jogger whose ass would jiggle beckoningly as I watched her pass; those groups of girls in their bodycon dresses going out for a night out. I thought about how good it would have to have all of them on my cock, or taking my cock in them, and I knew exactly what it would take. I thought of all the hot girlfriends, wives, and daughters of the scumbags of this earth; how good it would feel to take them for myself – and exactly what it would take. But that – as always – is a story for another day.
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