Friday — One Day Until the Rematch

“WAKE UP, NATHAN, WAKE UP!!!”

My eyes shot open. Were we doing this again?

“ONE DAY LEFT, YEAH, ONE DAY!!!”

Yep, we were doing this again.

“GET UP NOW AND MEET US!!!”

Huh, this was slightly less taunting than usual

“READ OUR LETTER, READ IT!!!”

Letter?

I rolled out of my twin bed, ordering Julia and Kody back to sleep. The window was already open, had the cheerleaders done that? Looking out I saw the cheerleading squad and… Sandy. She was in a cheerleading uniform herself, her skirt even shorter than everyone else’s. She was holding an envelope, grinning ear-to-ear with apparent joy. None of this could be good. I quickly made my way outside to greet my hecklers.

“Sandy… How are you?” I asked, knowing I wouldn’t get a reassuring answer.

“Great!” She responded, beaming. “Evan’s the best boyfriend ever. You wouldn’t believe the kind of stuff he can do! Speaking of which…” She exclaimed, handing the envelope to me. “This is for you!”

I took the letter awkwardly. “Sandy, please, come with me. We’ll get that thing out of your neck, get everything back to normal.”

Sandy just giggled in response. “And leave Evan? No way! The things we do together are… incredible” She uttered dreamily, her eyes losing their focus while recalling her unspeakable escapades with Evan.

Before I could say a word in response, Sandy swiveled around and walked away with a spring in her step. The entire cheerleading team followed, their blinding grins never leaving their face. Now alone in the field, I examined the envelope. It bore the insignia of the Boltchek company. I opened the envelope to find a letter, handwritten on delicate, expensive cardstock. The contents of the letter, in contrast to its elegance, were harrowing.

Dear Nathan,

 

It has come to my attention that you didn’t view my video last night. I put a lot of work into that video, as did your mother and sister. I hate to see my women’s hard work go unappreciated. Fortunately for you, I am benevolent enough to give you a chance to make up for it. I rented out the local pool bar for a little party at 8:00 tonight, and would love for you to attend. Come alone. There will be many familiar faces that are VERY excited to see you. Oh, and if you don’t show up? I’ll turn your mother into a world class whore and sell her to an elite overseas brothel you’ll never find in your life. See you then!

Yours truly,

 

Evan Boltchek

I read and reread the letter, feeling the panic rising in my gut. I knew I had to just withstand it, but seeing him defile my loved ones in person would be a special kind of torture. With what he was threatening, however, it was clear I had no choice. I also knew I needed to find my remaining pieces. I’d been so engrossed in preparing for the match I hadn’t even had the chance to find my king and queen.

I returned to my dorm to find Julia and Kody sitting up on the bed. “Julia, look in the plastic bag on the shelf and get me the two remaining devices. Kody, get my clothes ready.”

“Yes sir,” they responded in unison, allowing me to head into the washroom and freshen up. Tonight was going to be Hell, but I had to find a king and queen first. That was when I heard something that caused my panic to skyrocket.

“Sir? The devices aren’t here.”

I found Tina smoking by the dumpsters outside the cafeteria, no doubt burning time until the lunch rush was over. I stormed over “What do you want, kid?” she asked nonchalantly between cigarette puffs.

“Where are they?”

I demanded. She took an excessive drag from her cigarette, dragging out the moment. “Where are what?”

“THE DEVICES, I KNOW YOU TOOK THEM!” I shouted, not restraining myself. Tina glared daggers into me.

“You don’t talk to me that way you little shit, it’s not my problem you lost track of your little science project. Now walk away, I’m on my break.” I studied Tina’s face. She was relaxed, far too relaxed if you asked me. I turned around and walked out of sight, catching a flash of a smirk on Tina’s smug face. The bitch took them, no question. My next actions were clear.

Her cocky smirk disappeared when I came right back with Julia and Kody at my side. “What the fu—” she began before Kody rushed forward, pinning her against the nearby brick wall and forcing her hand over Tina’s mouth.

“Julia, search her,” I commanded, staring down a wide-eyed Tina. Soon enough, after patting around her many pockets, Julia produced a familiar silver device with the insignia of the queen.

“Here you are, sir,” she said, handing it to me. Tina avoided my gaze when I glared at her.

“Thank you, Julia. You as well, Kody, for helping me restrain my next piece.” Tina’s attention shot back to me. She tried to say something, but her speech was muffled and unintelligible. “You take things all the time, don’t you Tina? Well now you’ll know what it’s like to be taken.” With that, I inserted the device into her neck.

I had to say, Tina’s tattoos were quite the work of art. They must have cost a fortune, though knowing how she financed them made it harder to appreciate the artistry. Especially the one covering her back, the gigantic stylized dragon. A symbol of overwhelming greed, some might say. I had a good view, given that she was bent over nude in front of me. I’d ordered her to take me to a nearby broom closet while Julia and Kody stood guard outside, ensuring we wouldn't be interrupted.

What I was doing was wrong, I couldn’t deny it, but Tina had pushed me over the edge. Her stunt could have cost dozens of people their lives, and if I was gonna relieve my stress with any of the pieces I had acquired it would be her. I gripped her willing body firmly while I grinded my cock into her asshole with abandon. If I was going to hell, I at least wanted to enjoy the ride down.

As I felt myself approaching climax I amped up my pace, letting my tension drive my movements. Soon enough I reached the apex, groaning as I pumped Tina’s ass full of cum. I withdrew from her body, pulling back to catch my breath. Tina held the position I had ordered her to take, cum dripping from her asshole. I stared on at the image of the woman, bent over and used. That was my queen.

“Alright, put your clothes back on. We’re done here,” I muttered. What I did to her, it didn’t feel good. I felt no less stressed. I only felt worse about the person I was becoming. What a waste. “God damn it, Tina. I really wish you hadn’t involved yourself in this mess. You climbed through the wrong goddamn window,” I sighed.

“I didn’t do that, sir.” She responded.

What?

“But, you stole the devices from me, my window was open.”

“Yes, sir. But I used my master key to unlock your door. I never touched your window.”

But if Tina didn’t sneak in through the window then…

“...and I don’t understand, sir. There was only one device in your room.”

It was 8:00, and I had never felt worse. Not only was I allowing Evan’s mind games to corrupt me, but my last device was missing. My king. I questioned Tina intensively when I realized the situation I was in, but it was clear she knew nothing else. After all, she was literally incapable of hiding anything from me. Sometime before she arrived and stole the queen device I would later use to enslave her, someone else had snuck in through the window and taken the king device. I searched frantically, and had my other pieces search as well, but it was nowhere to be found. The evening was upon us in no time, and I had no choice but to abandon the search to answer Evan’s summons.

I steeled myself outside the bar. Whatever Evan had cooked up in there was something designed to pick apart my hope piece by piece. I knew that, and I had to remember it. I needed to channel every bit of rage and loss I was about to feel into my preparations. Perhaps one day this could all be a distant memory, but that all depended on me maintaining my composure here and now..

Pushing the doors open, I was immediately met by Malia in the entrance hallway. She was wearing shades, a tight black t-shirt, and short jeans, almost like a sexy bouncer. “Name?” She asked curtly.

“You know who I am, Malia. Just let me in,” I answered. Malia’s cold, professional demeanor never shifted.

“There is a private event occurring at this establishment tonight, and only those on the list are invited. So I’ll ask again: What. Is. Your. Name?” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, already sick of the fake machismo Evan had programmed into her.

“Nathan Greene.”

Malia pulled up a clipboard and began scanning through, taking an unnecessarily long time. “Ah, looks like you’re the guest of honor. Right this way, Nathan,” she said, stepping aside and directing me down the hallway. A passing glance at the clipboard showed my name was the only one on the sheet she had been studying so carefully. I practiced my poker face as Malia led me into the bar proper.

“Please leave your coat on the rack here,” Malia said, directing my attention to the left. I was shocked to see Ms. Holbrook, completely nude save for a black thong and high heels, holding a pose with her arms outstretched. She had a beaming smile that stared straight ahead into nothing. I waved a hand in front of her face but she didn’t even blink. “Sir, your coat?” Malia prompted. Not knowing how else to proceed, I whispered a quick apology to the mindless woman as I undid my jacket and hung it over one of her outstretched arms.

The bar was populated with women I recognized from the cheerleading squad, though each was wearing a provocative outfit meant for a particularly intense night out. They were paired off in twos, each playing a game of pool with their opponent. I couldn’t help but steal a glance every time one of them bent over to take a shot, no doubt intentionally stretching their asses out. I was pleasantly surprised at how little attention they were paying to me. After the week I had been through, being ignored was a blessed relief.

Glancing over to the bar itself, I was disheartened to see Dr. Mallory set up behind it. She was busy cleaning a mug, and seemingly unbothered that she, like Ms. Holbrook, was nude from the waist up. I took a deep breath and approached the bar.

“Dr. Mallory...” She glanced up nonchalantly.

“What can I get you, sir?” she asked, no hint of recognition in her voice.

“I don’t know if any part of you can understand me through the device, but I’m going to get you out of this,” I promised.

We held eye contact through her square glasses for a moment, my words clinging to the air. “What can I get you, sir?” she replied. I sighed, recognizing how little meaning my words held compared to Evan’s.

“Just a beer, please.” I reached into my wallet to no doubt overpay before Dr. Mallory interrupted.

“Your tab has been covered for this evening, sir,” she informed me, sliding a mug in my direction. Evan paying for my drinks? That couldn’t possibly bode well. I left the beer on the counter and made my way to a small sitting area nearby. I sat down at a small round table, preparing myself for whatever torment Evan had planned.

“Nate?” I heard a familiar voice call out. I turned around to see Abby walking towards me alongside Denise, both of whom seemed strangely happy to see me. “Oh my god! What are you doing here?” Abby chirped as she ran up and hugged me. She and Denise were both wearing long coats, appealing but not nearly as skimpy as everyone else in the bar.

“I... was invited.” I said, keeping my cards close to my chest. I wasn’t naive enough to think this wasn’t a setup of some sort.

Abby and Denise pulled up chairs and sat with me at the table.

“Didn’t expect to run into you here, man. It’s good to see you, feels like it’s been a while,” Denise said. She seemed... normal.

“Yeah... it’s been a hell of a week.” I responded. I didn’t want to provoke whatever Evan had planned.

“Totally! Exams season’s brutal. We should study together next week if you’re free!” Abby exclaimed. It was just like old times, like Evan had never touched any of our lives. I knew it was only a matter of time until the heel turn, but I decided to briefly enjoy their company regardless. I missed them. I missed the way things were. We engaged in a few minutes of idle small talk, allowing me to pretend for just a moment that these two were still my friends. That they hadn’t been enslaved by Evan, that they hadn’t ended our friendship under his orders, that they hadn’t been serving him sexually for days. But I knew it was all a facade, I never quite dropped my guard enough to forget that.

Suddenly Malia, still dressed as a bartender, approached our table. “Ladies, what are you doing?” She asked sternly. Abby and Denise exchanged confused glances.

“We’re just hanging out,” said Denise.

Malia stared her down harder. “Yes, with Nathan Greene.”

“So what? He’s our friend,” Abby interjected. I felt a rush of joy hearing her say that again. Malia, however, was anything but joyful.

“He’s your friend, is he? Well, your friend is the Guest of Honor.” As soon as those words left her lips, it was like a switch had been flipped. Both Abby and Denise turned back at me with shock and disgust.

“Oh my god…” Denise muttered, while Abby whipped back to face Malia.

“He’s not our friend! We were just leaving!“

“Good,” Malia asserted as my former friends stood up from their chairs. “You two are on now, so get to it,” she added harshly. Suddenly the lights in the room dimmed while house music began blaring in the background. Two neon lights illuminated a pair of stripper poles in the middle of the room, no doubt wheeled in while I was distracted with Abby and Denise.

The two women began slowly strutting toward the poles, their focus entirely stolen by the objects in front of them. As they stepped up in front of them they each shed their coats, revealing scandalous outfits comprising a fishnet bodysuit, black thong, and sexy boot heels. Without missing a beat my friends began straddling the pole, twisting their bodies as they spun around the room. Denise’s full figure was on open display, revealing tattoos I didn’t even know she had, while Abby’s ample tits swaying with every motion were more than enough to accentuate her performance.

I was paralyzed watching my friends not only reject me for a second time, but immediately turn to stripping for an energized crowd of thralls as they cheered them on. Abby was now spinning upside-down, her tits falling up near her face while Denise was bent over, grinding her ass against the pole as she sensually licked her lips. It was an obscene display that completely defied their personalities, which only made it all the more shameful when I felt myself getting hard.

I wanted to turn away, but the shame and rage was mixed with a new sense of arousal as I watched my brainwashed friends perform for the eager crowd, all of their devices clearly visible and emitting a faint red glow. Filled with shame for being so turned on, I made my way towards the exit only to find Malia blocking the way.

“Not yet, Guest of Honor. You don’t get to leave until our master says so.” I buried my face in my hands while the music blared in my ears, trying to imagine myself anywhere but there. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Nate. Nate, please.” I looked up with surprise to see my mother. She looked frightened, but otherwise normal. She was even reasonably dressed in jeans and a white blouse.

“Mom... What’s his game, what did he do to you?” I asked.

“I don’t know how or why, but everyone does what he says. Your friends, he made them do this,” she said, pointing at Abby and Denise as they displayed their bodies on the pole. “He’s been forcing them to practice and they just go along with it. There are so many other women too, and your sister...” She was on the verge of tears.

“Mom, I know. I don’t know why he’s so fixated on me, but I know he’s controlling them. And... I know he’s controlling you.” Her blue eyes widened with fear.

“I suspected, but... How? It doesn’t feel like he is.”

I tried to remove my emotions and think about this practically. Evan was tormenting me, and there was no chance he would leave my mom untouched. This was another trick. But Abby and Denise were acting normal until they heard a certain phrase, so maybe he put a trigger on her as well. If he did, I could try and prevent her from hearing it and get her out of here!

“Mom, follow me.”

I led her towards the stereo system, music still blaring as Abby and Denise gyrated to the rhythm. Sure enough, I found a small box in a shelf containing what I was looking for - earplugs. I quickly handed a pair to my mother. “Mom, listen to me. You are under his control, and he’s going to make you do stuff to torment me, if he hasn’t already. But if you can’t hear him, we might have a chance to get you out of here. Put these in and run out the door as soon as you can. Then find somewhere - anywhere - to hide. Got it?” My mom was still shaken up, but she nodded and put the earplugs in, deafening her to the noise in the bar.

I decided it was now or never. When she wasn’t looking I rushed Malia, pinning her tightly against the wall. She fought against my grip ferociously, but I bought Mom enough time to slip past her. I had a small inkling of hope that she might actually make it out, that is until I looked down the entryway and saw my mom blocked by a pair of familiar silhouettes.

“Nathan, what on Earth are you doing?” Evan asked derisively, like a parent scolding a child. Sandy was draping her arm over his, dressed in revealing black leather attire. “Are you really trying to remove one of MY pieces? Really, how unsportsmanlike. Ma’am, please return to the bar and entertain our Guest of Honor.”

No doubt expecting my Mother to react in a particular way, Evan was shocked when she instead tried to rush past him, visibly catching him guard. In a flurry of motion she was at the exit, pushing it open to make her escape.

However, she looked back to take one last look at us before she did. It was a critical mistake. I was still barely restraining Malia while Sandy had turned to face her. Sandy flashed a smug grin and extended her index finger at the space in front of her. In an instant, my mother abandoned her escape attempt and fell to her knees at Sandy’s feet, bowing submissively on the floor. Sandy turned to face Evan, grinning with pride. The fearful, confused look on my mother’s face had been replaced by one of wide-eyed reverence. Evan, curious, brushed her hair to the side and spotted the earplugs.

I felt a sharp blow to my gut as Malia burst free, striking me again in the face a moment later. Not that it mattered, the plan had already failed. Nobody was getting away tonight. Evan walked over to me, a smarmy grin painted on his face. “I have to admit Nathan, the trick with the earplugs was pretty sly! Hell, she almost got out! Fortunately, your mother has already been programmed to take a more relaxed parenting approach when it comes to her daughter. Isn’t that right, Sandy?“

Sandy approached us with a smile, our mother following her on all fours. “That’s right. I trained her well just like you wanted! I got tired of telling her to do things, so instead I made her follow my orders with just a finger!” Sandy demonstrated, pointing at various spots on the floor and watching with warped satisfaction as our mother rushed on all fours to each spot. “Now then, is there anything you want to say to my boyfriend, Mom?” She asked pointedly. My mother refused to look up from the floor as she knelt in front of him.

“Sir, I apologize for my transgression. I was unaware that escaping would violate my mistress’ orders. I beg your forgiveness.”

A sharp smack echoed out as Sandy slapped our mother across the face. “Don’t make excuses for your disobedience, bitch. You need to be punished for even engaging with our guest of honor. Now don’t speak again until I permit you to.” Eagerly, Sandy turned toward Evan. “Was that good, Evan? Did I do a good job?” Evan stroked the top of her head, eliciting a look of pure bliss from my sister.

“Very good, pet. But your job isn’t over, why don’t you prepare your slave’s punishment while I talk to your brother?“

Evan knelt down next to me, satisfaction oozing from his face. “You look like you’ve seen better days, Nathan. But cheer up, the night’s only just begun.” Still wincing from the pain, I glared into his eyes.

“I’ll ask you again: Why are you doing this?” Evan’s cocky grin faded into a deadly serious stare. “Do you not understand this, you fucking peasant? You disrespected me - a Boltchek - in front of a crowd. Do you have any idea what that name represents in this world? I lower myself to your level every time I have to go to one of those asinine tournaments and interact with the intellectual slop that is the general public.”

He leaned in close, inches from my face. “So when someone dares to pretend they’re anything more than the peon that they are, I need to step in and remind them that they, and everyone they love, are worms in the dirt. That’s what you are, Nathan Greene: A worm that thought itself stronger than the boot about to crush it. Frankly, I resent you for making me go to this much effort to illustrate that point.” He stood up, spitting on my face before turning marching off to some other part of the bar. I wiped the spit off my cheek. He had me, there was nothing I could do but grin and bear it for now. But what he told me was very informative, far more than I could have hoped to realize in that moment.

It wasn’t long until I was tied to a chair in the center of the room, surrounded by a crowd of Evan’s thralls. The night wasn’t going to end until Evan said it did, and until then I was doomed to watch the gleeful degradation of everyone I cared about. Soon enough Evan emerged alongside Sandy and my mother, now stripped completely nude save for a bright red ball gag and a pair of black heels. Her arms were tied behind her back, restricting her movement utterly. I wanted to avert my eyes from a sight no son wants to see, but there was no way Evan would let that slide.

My mom was bent over a table a few feet in front of me, setting us up to face each other while Evan handed Sandy a spiked paddle. “Here’s what’s going to happen, Ms. Greene,” he monologued, “You, at the behest of your son, defied your mistress and her master by attempting to escape. For this, you will be punished. With every strike of the paddle, you are to stare into Nathan’s eyes and remember that he is responsible for your pain. This exercise shall continue until any and all loyalty towards your son has been eliminated. Sandy, you may begin.”

With a sadistic smile, Sandy brought the paddle down against my mom’s bare ass, sending ripples across her skin and eliciting a muffled cry of pain. The crowd watched on, enraptured by the perverted sight in front of them. Waves of dread and shame washed over me as I watched my mother endure her punishment. Her eyes were her only way of communicating with me through the bindings. They started out pleading and desperate, wide with the hope that I could somehow bring her torment to an end. After ten minutes of rigorous paddling from Sandy she simply clenched them shut, doing her best to withstand the pain.

It was around the twenty minute mark that her eyes reopened, focusing on me with a look of bewilderment. How could this have happened? How could this still be happening? Could this really have been avoided if I had just swallowed my pride from the start? Slowly, her shocked expression slowly morphed into one of frustration. Pain was all she felt, and I was all she saw. The association was obvious. After around 45 minutes she was staring daggers at me, making no effort to mask her anger.

It wasn’t until an hour had passed that Sandy finally landed the final strike with her paddle. By then, my mother’s face had contorted into one of pure disgust, her face clenched in apathetic rage. Carefully, her binds were removed and she was released from her gag.

“Permission to speak, mistress?” she directed towards Sandy.

“Granted,” she replied with satisfaction. My mother turned her attention back towards me.

“You. You did this to me, to all of us. I see it clear as day now. You knew how dangerous he was, what he could do. How could you even think to try and challenge that? Now look at what’s come of this. Your friends are strippers, your professors are props, and your family-” She paused, collecting herself. “No, you have no family. Not anymore. We showed you every kind of support we could provide, and all it brought us was pain and misery. That support would have been far better spent on someone other than you.”

Her diatribe finished, she turned to face Evan. “May I prove myself to you, sir?”

Evan looked her up and down. “You may,” he declared, dropping his pants. My mother fell to her knees in front of him, feverishly licking his balls.

“Oh wow,” Evan said, “I didn’t even instruct her to do that. This woman’s a real freak, Nathan. Sandy dear, why don’t you join your servant?” Sandy’s grin widened.

“Of course!” She exclaimed, falling to her knees alongside our mom and enveloping his hardened cock in her mouth.

With the utmost disgust, I watched as my mom and sister put their hearts and souls into pleasuring Evan; Mom sucking and licking his balls while Sandy rigorously pleasured his shaft. Evan simply stood, hands on hips, eyes closed with satisfaction while occasionally checking out my reaction. The crowd continued to watch feverishly, thrilled by the degeneracy they were witnessing. Eventually, Evan pulled back and pumped a massive load onto Mom and Sandy, blasting his cum across their eager faces and exposed breasts. The crowd erupted in raucous applause.

As they basked in his semen, Evan reached onto a nearby table and pulled on his headset on. “Everybody, freeze!” He shouted into the mic. The sound died in an instant as the crowd of enthralled women suddenly ceased all motion mid-celebration. Evan walked past them and stood in front of me. “I should be honest with you, Nathan, for as much fun as it’s been enjoying these women, they’re all a bit too common for me. So I’d like to walk you through my plans for what’s going to happen after I win tomorrow.”

“First, the cheerleaders,” He said, gesturing to the array of frozen clubgoers, hands in the air and mouths open mid-scream. “None of them are particularly special. I’ll simply sell them to the highest bidder.” Next he walked over to Abby and Denise, both stuck mid-cheer in their fishnet stripper uniforms. “These two, I’ve been training for a personal business enterprise. I’ll call it the Smothered Mate, a premium strip club for high-minded individuals like myself. They’ll have the privilege of being full-time dancers at this establishment.”

Next he made his way to Dr. Mallory, taking a drink out of her frozen hand and sipping from it before placing it back. “The club will need a bartender, of course, and our dear doctor happens to be quite good at mixing drinks. She told me she bartended while she was getting her Masters to pay the bills. Frankly, I think she ought to have kept to it.” Next he gestured to Ms. Holbrook, who hadn’t moved from her spot the entire night. “That one, eh, I doubt she’s qualified for much of anything beyond her huge tits. Perhaps she’d make a half-decent coat rack in my personal office.”

Next he gestured to Malia, who was stuck in a pose pumping her fist in the air. “This one gave you a real beatdown earlier, more than enough to warrant some private security training. She could make a half-decent bodyguard one day.” Finally he returned to my Mother and Sister, each locked in an expression of closed-eye bliss while Evan’s cum slowly dripped down their bodies. “These two, however, really are something special. Your mother has shown real grit during our little re-education session tonight. I know my father loves to collect women that can take some punishment. She’ll make a fine gift for him.”

Finally, he placed his hand atop Sandy’s head. “Sandy, though? She’s mine. This little minx started off so pure and innocent, but she’s embraced her deviant side with gusto under my guidance. For as long as she remains beautiful and eager, she’ll remain at my side. My queen...” for a fleeting moment, Evan seemed lost in thought. It ended as soon as it began, however, as he pulled the headset on again. “Unfreeze!”

The noise and movement of the crowd resumed as though it had never stopped, with Evan posturing himself amidst the celebration. “Alright everyone, let’s get some rest. We’ve got a big game tomorrow. With that, the women began marching out of the club single-file. Ms. Holbrook, finally free to move for the first time that night, fell to the floor in exhaustion before frantically collecting herself to follow the rest of the women outside. Evan was the last to reach the door. “Oh don’t worry by the way, I’m sure someone will untie you in the morning!” he shouted, “And don’t forget, our rematch is tomorrow at noon sharp! I don’t want to hear any excuses!” With that final declaration he shut the door behind him, leaving me broken and alone in the dark.