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The Family Feud
Chapter Eight
There he stood, in the living room, his hands cuffed behind his back with what elementary school students use to play cops and robbers. He lacked the strength to even tear the chain links from the toy handcuffs or the ability to break himself out of them.
His legs were shoulder with apart; he stood at sort of a military parade rest. A position that his wife called “Attention” even though it was not technically the military form of attention and he really wanted to tell her.
He could not of course, because he had part of his own underwear in his mouth as a gag, with duct tape over that so he couldn't spit it out. So at best, he could murmur.
Bill Taylor, who had only recently been the man of the house, was now the naked slave of the house. He was humiliated and he wanted to insist that enough was enough. Rahjid’s motel had been a roach infested dump, and if he had the money, he’d go right back there. He didn’t have the money, not even for gas in his pickup truck. His wife checked his mileage carefully. if she let him drive any place at all.
While he stood there completely naked in every other way, the piece d resistance which was eliciting giggles from mother and daughter alike was the slender leather corded leash attached around the base of his cock. Its long end was dangling down around his knees, with a since around the balls so that it could be tightened.
“It's for parents who hate to hold their own child’s hand, so they feel the need to put this sort of leash on them in malls and public places...how do you think Chris will like it, Bill when he gets home?”
Bill couldn't answer and wasn't sure how to pantomime a response. “Oh obviously, your opinion doesn't matter if you could speak anyway...you'll have the leashes on until we tell you not to have the leashes on....this way your darling daughter doesn't have touch your tiny dick, and she can still lead you around the house easily...now for the final test....”
“Test?” asked Jamie
“Lead your father over to the computer...” Wendy guided Jamie to pick up the leash.
“Oh it won't pop off, trust me...you can give him a nice solid jerk on the leash, to let him know to move faster...don't be afraid, I've made sure we can keep this on him and it won't cut off blood flow, but it also is okay to be a little rough with the leash” and she demonstrated as she jerked the leash while bending over to turn on the computer.
Bill watched his wife's delicious ripe butt as she bent over. Religiously going to aerboics class for years, why he had not noticed just how rack hard firm her ass was until now? I mean wow, if he could fuck her in that, what would that be like? Oh shit, she was talking. What was she showing him? He had been fantasizing again.
“Bill? Earth to Bill? What an attention span” Wendy said sarcastically. “Here are the photos of those teenagers, let's start with your favorite Veronica....now you'll notice that men unlike women, need rapid fire pornography and mental images. Little short vignettes really....no set up, no explanation, just two people having sex. So I am paging through these pictures kind of quick, I know Bill's already seen them many, many, many times but he must have liked them, because men also even though they save their porn, tend not to look at it more than once or twice.”
Wendy was about to explain that she thinks the female brain is wired so much differently. That erotica stories that are less than a certain size she didn't even bother with “Oh it needs at least eight chapters before it even starts to get good...before I start to even care about the characters or be able to remember which one was which. I don't think that is an opinion shared by most males, but in my research, which I hope Bill appreciates, I am finding that the dirty stories I like best are the ones that make me care about what is happening and seem to have a few unexpected twists. Not just an inventory of this happened, or that happened, like a list of random events but what was going on behind the scenes.”
“Mom, what does this have to do with anything?” Jamie interrupted as her mom rambled while showing Bill the naked images of her friends on the computer.
“Oh nothing really...just that while I am sitting here patiently paging through this porn for your father, which is something he SHOULD appreciate” she gave a jerk on his leash to let him know to act thankful. He murmured something excited through his gag. “That his test all along has been if his little cock gets hard...you see its not?”
“Uh, I hadn't been looking.” Jamie rolled her eyes.
“Okay miss prude, Come on, your father is 220lbs of mostly fat, covered in milk white skin and body hair...we keep him naked to make him aware of how powerless he is, and disarm him, to motivate him to want to have a little modesty and privacy...you have to see the elephant in the room, it's that little dingus I've got tightly wrapped up in a leash, and it's what has probably caused him to make so many bad decisions....looking at porn when he should be getting a job and being a good husband and father..”
“Okay, fine” Jamie agreed to her mom’s point reluctantly. It made Wendy smile.
“Well, while we've been talking, what would ordinarily make your father rock hard, hasn't. That is because his balls are wrapped tight...he can't get the blood flow that pumps his cock to what passes as fully hard when talking about his tiny dick...”
Jamie smirked, her mom was really getting into this, “I wonder what would happen if you and Cathy did get together?” she wondered about the high school friend who also been excited at the prospect of leading her brother around.
DING DONG!
The sudden sound of the doorbell brought the families dogs to barking. “Oh shush, Rosco....I'd almost forgotten about you, haha...I'll have to have your daddy feed you...yes I will...and walk you....” she said lavishing her dog with baby talk as she told Jamie to get the door while she hid Bill.
It was Cathy and Chris at the door. “Hey all done for the day! I thought I'd bring him back, safe and mostly sound.” Cathy grinned.
Chris's face was covered in makeup like a girl, he was wearing a diaper under his green short-shorts (which is funny because Jamie brought the ones she purchased home, so that means Cathy must have opened a new package at the store).
“Your brother was a good sport, what do you say for Mrs Cathy bringing you home? Chrissy Pissy?” Cathy said snarkily to her afternoon slave.
“Moooooooo” Chris bleated obediently.
The girls both laughed, Cathy pointed out that she found Chris's voice annoying so she had him make piggy noises, cow moos and dog barks until she could settle on a few less irritable noises she would tolerate.
“Cathy, there is a whole twisted side of you I had no idea about....listen I'd like you to meet my mom, we actually have something we should probably talk to you about, because you seem to have enjoyed yourself WAY more than I thought you might...”
Cathy’s pretty face had a perpetually impish smile, that only deepened when Jamie told her that. “Hey, I had three older brothers growing up, and it was usually me who lost bets like this, and so I was just glad to finally return the favor, all I really did was think up a few things they made me do...If you've got a spare bra, we can use...we can freeze it and put it on those big old manboobs of his...”
“Oh wow, a frozen bra? That IS hilarious...okay look come on in the living room, my mom is with my dad, I'll go see if she wants to talk right now.”
Jamie was about to get her mom, seems they found an ally, one with a real creative fun streak, when Cathy stopped her. “What is this?”
“ What is what?” Jamie asked innocently.
“You know what.”
“No, what the fuck are you talking about?” Jamie asked again, once again using the word ‘fuck’ and feeling a little ashamed. It had just slipped out this time.
“On the computer?” Cathy reminded her, while Chris stood dumbfounded behind them.
Jamie looked and it seems as fate would have it, her Mom had stopped on a picture of Cathy bent over, spreading her ass and pussy, over a pool table, to make it look like someone could shoot the 8-ball in.
“Is this the joke? Sort of like Carrie, where you lure me over here, get me to like you, and pay attention to your doofy brother, and then show me pornography like blackmail?”
“No, not that at all, if you'll just wait...” Jamie wanted to get her mom, who was no doubt hiding with Bill. She didn't know Cathy yet, and wasn't sure if she could trust her.
“Okay, so what do you want?” When Cathy asked, Jamie immediately remembered how terrible Cathy had been at negotiations at the Baby's R Us. Jamie hadn't wanted anything, she was happy to give her brother to Cathy forever if possible, but Cathy had obligingly offered a discount even though Jamie never asked for anything.
“No wonder you lost to your brothers dare games, you think I want something....” Jamie was about to explain it was all a misunderstanding, an unintentional accident that the screen just happened to show the porn, that her and her mom didn't approve of their dad taking it, but she was cut off mid-sentence.
“What do you know about the dare games? Are they in on this? Oh shit...you were about to come walking back with them instead of your mom weren't you? Your mom wouldn't be involved in this...it's my brothers payback from hell, oh shit, I knew those pictures were a bad idea.....look I am about to piss myself....I'll face the music, I'll face the music, let me just use your bathroom, okay? Please?”
Jamie didn't even give her permission before Cathy had raced into the bathroom. “Wait her Chris” Jamie went to go get her mom, she'd sort this all out, and hopefully Cathy would discover it was all just a simple misunderstanding. A freaky, weird, perverted misunderstanding.
Wendy was reluctant once she heard what happened to go back in there. “I really don't know if we can trust her yet, it’s a variable to the plan we don't really benefit from. I don't want to involve another high schooler”. Her concerns didn’t matter when they got back to the living room, Cathy was already gone.
“Chris, where did she go?”
“Mooooo”
“Talk English, you Dummy.” Jamie demanded
“She left, Ma'am”
“Where did she go?”
“Don't know, Ma'am”
“Of course you don't...why are you wearing clothes in the house?” Jamie said out of frustration.
“Don't know, Ma'am”
“But weren't you told to undress as soon as you got home?”
“I wasn't sure, Ma'am...”
“We've got something to try out.” Wendy let her son off the hook about not undressing. “ I can see in your shorts you are already hard, so let's see how you do with the leash.”
The girls had 'tests' to run tonight.
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