Unfortunately in the first episode the tags didn’t go through to the listing pages. You can clearly see them when you open up the story along the top so I know I put them in properly.
As always I want to warn those that are not into BDSM, Male Domination, and or Humiliation. Although in some ways this second chapter isn’t as intense as the first it still has the potential to offend some peoples sensitivities. If you are not into Male Domination then you definitely shouldn’t read any further.
I say that every time I post something that does have the potential to offend people and yet it seems that people that are sensitive to the type of story that I warn them about read it anyway, are offended, and retaliate in one form or another.
Which leads me to what I consider my crowning achievement on this site thus far.
Whenever I post a story on this site I watch it closely for the first six hours. I enjoy watching to see how the story is received. I checked it three hours after it was initially put up and was pleased to see that it was rated number one on the top rated list.
I logged on so that I could see if there were any interesting comments, and was surprised to see that, even though the front page had just been updated ten minutes before, that the story had suddenly dropped three percentage points from five or so negs. I refreshed the page and saw that there were two more, refreshed it again to see another one. I kept refreshing the page and the negs kept increasing in number even though it had only one or two at the top of the hour when the page was updated. The negs didn’t stop until there were fifteen in total.
I’ve posted enough stories to know that when negs come they come randomly. The chances of thirteen or fourteen people in less than two minutes reacting negatively even though the previous eighty votes were all positive minus one, is virtually zero. It was obviously one person that was extremely dissatisfied with the story and couldn’t stand to see it rated so highly.
The hilarious thing is that they didn’t stop there. The rewrite to I think He’s Sleeping II was also on the front page, and after that person negged Exam Room Three they then moved on to that story and negged it repeatedly too!
I am not going to sit here and try to convince anyone that I don’t feel a sense of pride when I see one of my stories on the front page. Of course I do. What is funny to me is that someone would think that if they neg the fuck out of it and bring it off of the front page that somehow would drive me crazy or something. It bothered me a little at first, but the more I think about it the more I see it as a compliment.
To think that any one of my stories could be so convincing and so believable as to compel someone to spend so much of their own personal time and energy as to revisit the page that many times is an accomplishment that I don’t believe very many writers on this site can boast about.
It doesn’t really change the fact that this story was successful. If you subtract the thirteen or fourteen negatives that this story received from one person the story would have a %96 rating and that’s enough to make me smile big. I can’t ask for more than that.
The real test will be to see if that same person comes back and attacks this chapter too. If they do then my cup will run over with pride, knowing that my stories truly are as convincing as reality itself.
With that I take you into Chapter II
Exam Room Three Chapter 2 (Jenson, and Boomer)
“Had Katrina been relieved about Brittany not coming home?” Benson thought to himself. Surely that couldn’t be right. She didn’t seem that bad. Besides that Benson was different. He wasn’t about to let her run him. That might be what the girl was used to at home, but if he had to he’d gag her again and tie her to the bed. At his house he would be in charge and that’s all there was to it.
There was a dilemma though. The question wasn’t whether or not Benson would enjoy having Brittany around—he already had the answer to that. She had taken everything he had given to her without so much as a single complaint so he was sure she could handle it despite her age. The question was whether or not he should warn her.
If she came home with him it wouldn’t be as a friend or a girlfriend. She wasn’t going to be his guest, and he had no intention of treating her like one. As a matter of fact the only way she would be allowed to come with him is if she was willing to play by his rules completely.
“Can I talk to your daughter alone for a second?” Benson asked Katrina with a serious tone.
Her eyes darted to him, and then back to Brittany. There was an underlying sense there, but he couldn’t put his finger on what was going through her mind, but her look suggested that she thought Brittany had screwed something up and Benson thought that was curious.
Katrina left them alone in the examination room without saying another word. Brittany was leaning against the counter topless, and he couldn’t help but think that was exactly the way she should be. Her shape was amazing and covering her for the sake of decency seemed like a shame to him.
“Your best bet really is to go along home with your mother Brittany,” he said firmly.
“I don’t want to though. I like being with you,” she answered.
Benson shook his head incredulously. She really was a piece of work and he couldn’t, for the life of himself, understand why. He had just finished using her body as if it was an empty shell and he was planning on doing more of the same. He was trying to give her a chance to salvage whatever dignity she had left, and yet she wasn’t taking the bait—he pressed on.
“I’m not trying to talk you out of it Brittany. Believe you me,” he said with a lighter tone, “I mean I’m pretty sure Boomer would love you, but I also want to be fair to you. If you choose to come with me you do it as my property—not as a guest or my girlfriend.”
“I’m your property? Like you own me?” She asked. “And who is Boomer?”
“My Great Dane,” he said.
Benson could tell that she wasn’t quite getting it. The idea of being someone else’s property was a concept that was completely foreign to her, but he nodded and left it there.
“If that’s what you want,” she said.
The ride home was fairly quiet. If it wasn’t so risky Benson would have had her go topless the whole way home, but all he needed was to get pulled over for something stupid, and have a teen sitting in his passenger seat without anything on from the waste up. He satisfied himself with caressing the soft skin of her thigh while he drove, which she didn’t seem to mind so much. As soon as his hand was on her leg she opened her legs up giving him an open invitation to rub his hand as far up her leg as he wanted.
“What are you going to do to me tonight?” She asked when they were about half way to his house.
It was a good question, and he wasn’t exactly sure of the specifics. “Whatever I want.” He answered simply—allowing his hand to caress further up her leg. He let his fingers slide up and down her moist slit, and she responded by leaning back and opening her legs even more for him.
“You really think of me as your property?”
He had to admit that it was a good question. The honesty of the situation was that he was twice her age and that the reason they were sitting in the car in utter silence the entire way home was that they didn’t have anything to talk about. They were complete strangers that lived in completely different worlds. Her world was about being popular, and looking good for the boys and texting gossip to her friends or whatever else she was into. His world was about work and getting home with his sanity intact so he could have a beer and watch a baseball game or a sitcom. Brittany was a gorgeous young girl, and he was sure that she probably had a lot going for her, but to him she couldn’t ever be more than just a pretty face, soft skin, and something good to look at. Maybe it was cruel to tell her that she was “only good for fucking,” but cruel or not, it was honest--at least as far as he was concerned.
“Yes,” he answered.
“Is it stupid that I don’t mind that for some reason?”
He looked over at her for a second and then back to the road. “You don’t?”
“I don’t know why… I keep saying it over and over in my head. I’m his property…. I’m his property. As if saying it should convince me that it’s horrible or something…. But you know what?”
“What’s that?” He asked curiously.
“Every time I say it my pussy tingles. I guess that makes me pretty stupid huh?” She said with her head pointed at her lap.
“You mean you actually want to be my property?” he said dumbfounded.
She nodded slowly and he felt her hips move into his hand.
“I guess it’s settled then,” he said. “You belong to me now. You might go home to your parents in between the times that we have together, but you still belong to me… You are my property.”
Benson couldn’t help but wonder exactly what it was that was going through her head. There he was telling this girl that she belonged to him as if she were a lamp or a set of golf clubs, and she wasn’t arguing with him. Instead she reached down and brought his fingers tighter against the y between her legs.
“Say it again,” she demanded.
“You belong to me now. You are mine and I will use you however I see fit. You are my property.”
Brittany looked up at him and he couldn’t help but to see, for the first time, the utter sadness that was buried deeply within her.
“Just tell me that you won’t throw me away when you’re done with me.”
Benson hadn’t thought about it much. Up until that point he was just going with whatever came and dealing with it as it came. She was telling him that she wanted a commitment which, on the surface, was ridiculous. You didn’t commit to someone after knowing them for two hours. The idea of that was preposterous, and he opened his mouth up to say just that, but closed it again.
He closed it because there was a chance that he could commit to it. So far Brittany was perfect despite her young age. She had already proven a lot and if she was actually willing to give herself to him to that extent then he couldn’t think of a single reason why he would ever want to let that go.
He decided to put the burden back on her. “If you promise that you mean what you are implying. That I out and out own you then why would I ever throw you away?”
“You are my owner?” She said and he felt her hump into his hand again.
“I promise… I’ll do anything you want me to. Just don’t throw me away.”
Mentally he shrugged his shoulders. Was there a catch? If there was one he couldn’t see it. “Deal,” he said, and finished the drive home. Brittany moaned, shuttered and came into his hand as soon as he said it as if the idea of closing the deal was enough to send her over the edge.
Benson’s heart sank as he neared his home. His brother’s thunderbird was sitting in his driveway. Once again his brother had parked his car in front of the garage door where Benson normally parked the Lexus, which was annoying to say the least, but that’s not why his heart sank. He had Brittany with him and was actually looking forward to exploring the deal they had just made.
Benson pulled up next to the thunderbird, hit the button opening the garage door anyway and got out of the car. Brittany followed suit and they walked into the garage together. Benson closed the door using the button mounted to the wall next to the door.
“Take your top and bra off,” he ordered. Brittany gave him a confused look, but didn’t argue with him. She removed her top and bra and handed them to him, leaving herself wearing only her skimpy cheerleader skirt, and her socks and shoes. He turned and reached for the doorknob, but stopped. Boomer’s spare collar, with leash attached, was hanging from a hook next to the door. He pulled it from the hook, and turned to Brittany who was watching him intently.
He turned the collar over in his hands. There were large metal studs embedded around the leather strap of the thick collar, and he couldn’t keep himself from wanting to see it around her neck. He undid the buckle of the collar and put it around Brittany’s neck. She didn’t argue. She held her hair to the side while he fastened it.
“My brother is in the house. Don’t say a word,” he informed her. Her eyes widened and he could tell she wanted to protest but she held her tongue.
He grabbed the handled end of the leash, opened the door and they both walked in.
Boomer was at the door and greeted them as they came through the door. He was very interested in the smell of the new visitor. Brittany looked so tiny compared to Benson’s dog. The dog was tall enough that he could literally lick her nipples while she stood fully erect. If he decided to pounce on her she would be helpless against his size and strength. He was a friendly enough dog though and was content to sniff her. His curiosity was drawn specifically to her crotch with the myriad of interesting smells that were coming from between her legs. Benson knew that the dog’s master’s scent was mixed in there. Brittany tried to push his nose away but he outmuscled her by far and the dog ended up pushing her up against Benson as he insistently sniffed her crotch.
Jenson was sitting at the bar that was at the west side of the dining room with a beer in front of him. He didn’t even turn to look as the two of them came through the door.
“I heard you pull up so I grabbed you a beer,” he said.
Brittany couldn’t resist the temptation of covering her breasts by folding her arms in front of her as they crossed the threshold. Boomer was still nuzzled into her crotched, but she had given up trying to stop him. She just stared down at the dog as his nose disappeared beneath her skirt.
She obviously wasn’t prepared for the idea of being naked in front of completely random people yet. Benson noticed and gently pulled her arms down to her side, letting her know that she was expected to get comfortable with it, and do it quick. Brittany looked up over her shoulder at him, then down to Boomer, and then to Jenson. She had a lot to soak in all at once.
“I want you to meet Brittany,” Benson said tossing Brittany’s clothing to the kitchen table, and looking forward to Jenson’s initial reaction to Brittany.
Jenson’s jaw dropped as his gaze fell on the half-naked teen with the dog’s nose between her legs.. His green-blue eyes sharpened as he eyed her up and down. As instructed Brittany stood silently as Benson’s younger brother soaked her in.
Benson wasn’t worried about his brother freaking out. His brother was the only person--other than the ones actually on his table--that knew about what went on at the office after hours. Jenson had a key to the office because he was good at fixing things and Benson often used his skills to maintain the building. Jenson had come in and caught him in the middle of one of his sessions. He not only didn’t freak out about it, but occasionally offered up one of the women that he dated for a “check-up.”
Benson couldn’t understand what it was about his younger brother that women found so attractive either. He conceded that his younger brother was a good looking guy, but other than that he didn’t see it. His brother had long hair, which he guessed a lot of women would like, but the guy drove an old beat up Pontiac thunderbird, t-tops, and all, as if he were born a full generation earlier than he actually was. He even listened to Bob Segar, Kiss, and Journey, as if the hair and the car weren’t enough. The guy was essentially a drifter despite his apartment and car. Mentally and emotionally that was what he was about.
The chicks seemed to love it though. Everybody has their own way about them he guessed, and if some chick thought that maybe she could fix the guy, then he guessed that it was her prerogative to try it.
Jenson got up from his barstool and walked over to where the two of them were standing. He didn’t say a word to either of them. He simply walked over with his gaze locked onto Brittany’s. She stood nervously as he approached her, and Benson could tell that she had no idea what the man walking up to he was going to do.
Benson had a pretty good idea though. Once Jenson realized what was happening at his older brother’s office after hours he couldn’t help but to want in on the action. At first he couldn’t believe that there were actually women out there that wanted that kind of thing, but once he’d seen it first-hand he made it his mission to find a few of “that type of girl” for himself.
Benson handed his brother the end of the leash and his brother led her out of the kitchen. She shot Benson a questioning look, but he gave her no indication either way. She followed behind Jenson, but her eyes stayed on Benson as she did.
Benson brought her into the living room and positioned on one of Benson’s leather chairs so that she was facing toward the back rest. He stepped up behind her, took himself out, and inserted himself into her opening, while Boomer paced back and forth just behind her occasionally huffing in excitement.
“Ommagod,” Brittany said in surprise at the suddenness of his approach. Benson wasn’t surprised at all though. He knew that was how his brother operated.
He slid himself in, grabbed Brittany by the hair with one hand and the chain of the leash with the other, and began pumping into her juicy snatch. Brittany grabbed each side of the cushion and began to grunt and pant as Jenson started using her pussy to pleasure himself.
“Oh fuck bro,” he said as he started to pump into her a little harder. “This pussy is so friggin tight!”
“Yeah,” he chuckled back. “It’s not quite broke in yet.”
Jenson shot him a queer look. “Fuck dude! I hope it never changes. I could fuck her all day.”
Benson smiled and leaned up against the wall as he watched his little brother ride his new toy. Brittany was facing him directly and she seemed relieved that what she was doing made him happy. She started panting heavier as Jenson increased his pace pounding his hips against her buttocks with every thrust and pulling on her hair as if it were a horse’s reins.
He knew what his brother meant by how tight she was. Brittany had fit him like one of the rubber gloves that he used when he performed his daily examinations. Her pussy was definitely tight and having it wrapped around him felt wonderful. He could hardly wait until he was in there again.
Normally Benson was a once a night kind of guy, but so far Brittany had already been able to get him off twice. Not only that, but watching his brother fuck her was making his dick beg for even more action. He was as stiff as he’d ever been as he watched Jenson having his way with her.
He was already beginning to view Brittany as his own personal property and the idea of letting his brother use her to please himself was turning him on more than he had expected it to. There was no doubt in his mind that he was going to fuck her again before the night was over and he wouldn’t be surprised if it was more than one more time, but he was already contemplating the idea of not being next as he watched Boomer. It almost seemed to him that his dog was waiting for his turn. Did the dog understand what was going on? Would he want to?.
Jenson’s face was starting to contort as he continued to enjoy the way that Brittany felt. His hands let go of her hair and went to her hips. He started pulling her onto him as he pounded away at her pussy.
“Mmm… Shit… I think I’m gonna blow already. Get ready girl. I’m gonna fill your pussy up!”
Brittany smiled big when he said that. “Go ahead,” she said. “That’s what it’s for!”
“Awe fuck!” he grunted…. “Shit that’s fucking hot!” He slammed into her three times fast, blowing his load deep into her. As soon as he was finished he pulled out, spun Brittany around, grabbed a hold of her head and brought her into him. Brittany knew what she was supposed to do. She opened her mouth and took all eight inches of him into her mouth.
“Ah, that’s it… Taste your pussy girl! You know what daddy likes.”
Brittany was already beginning to get into the groove of things. Jenson may have shaken her at first with the suddenness of his advances but she was, once again, proving her worth. She didn’t put up any fuss as Jenson held her head, and pumped his hips into her face. She took him all the way in without gagging.
“Mmmm… Your lips feel almost as nice as your pussy does little one.”
“Mmmhmm,” Brittany acknowledged with her lips wrapped around his shaft.
Jenson finally let up on Brittany and she stood back up and went directly over to Benson. He opened his arms to receiver her and she cuddled into his chest. Boomer barked once and stared at them both, but sat, thumping his tail against the floor.
“Aren’t you forgetting something Brittany?” Benson asked her.
She looked up at him with her eyebrows crinkled.
“Don’t you think you should thank my brother for using your pussy to please himself?”
“Oh yeah…” Brittany conceded. “I guess I was a little rude, I’m sorry.” She turned back toward Jenson. “Thank you Mr. Albright!”
“For?” Benson urged her.
Brittany thought about it for a second. “Thank you for making my pussy useful to you,” she said proudly looking to Benson for approval, which he gave to her.
“Wow….” Jenson said completely flabbergasted. “If I didn’t just hear that myself I wouldn’t believe it.”
Benson leaned down and kissed Brittany’s forehead. “Yeah, I know right…. I’m starting to think I got pretty lucky.”
“I’d say so Ben. I’d ask where you found her, but you know the saying about gift horses,” Jenson said wiping his brow.
Benson turned Brittany so that she was faced away from him, reached down, and patted Brittany’s thigh. “Come on boy…. Clean her up.” Boomer leapt up as soon as he heard his master’s voice and came to Brittany, once again bending his neck down and sniffing her crotch before giving in to the senses that filled his nose and beginning his tongue bath.
“Spread your legs a little and let him in Brittany,” she gave him a worried and begging look, and he returned it with a stern one. Brittany stepped her feet apart and looked back down, watching as the dog began to go to town and the liquids that were dripping from her.
When he was finished Boomer trotted to the center of the room, and spun around looking back. He barked once and waited for his master’s response.
Brittany looked up at Benson with a question on her face. She knew what the dog wanted but wasn’t sure what Benson wanted.
Benson knew what he wanted but waited to see what Brittany would do without his encouragement. No matter what he knew that he wanted to see Boomer mount her, but he also knew he would enjoy it more if it was her decision and not his.
She waited for an indication from him, but he gave her none. After a few seconds she looked back to Boomer and then to Jenson who also just stood there waiting to see what she would do. Finally she carefully approached the dog and stood in front of him. Her hips barely came up to his shoulders and his head was level with her belly button. She stood there for what seemed to Benson like three eons just looking the dog over and debating on what to do next.
Finally she made her decision. She turned back toward the chair that she had just finished fucking on, placed her hands on the armrests, bending over placing her legs shoulder width apart and waited. Boomer didn’t hesitate. Her bum was like a target to him. As soon as she presented it to him the dog came up behind her and came up on his rear haunches. He mounted her, making quick work of it.
“Oh God,” Brittany said. She sounded scared. Every muscle in her body tensed up as the dog used his front paws to control her, bringing her in tight as he began trying to hump her. Benson could tell that he was missing the mark, but he was confident that he would find it soon enough.
“Benny… He’s so fucking big! I’m scared,” she said.
It had been a long time since anyone called him Benny. Since high school and before when the idiots at school taunted him and his younger brother with the titles Jenny and Benny. They all thought it was funny, but the two brother’s didn’t. The title always annoyed him before, but with Brittany it didn’t. He came up to her, kissed her on the cheek and said, “relax. You can handle him. I promise.”
She didn’t seem to be entirely convinced, but he could see her begin to relax the muscles in her legs. Boomer found his mark and Brittany grunted as the dog meat slid into her.
“Ommagod,” she said for the second time that night. “He’s so friggin huge!”
“Can you handle him?” Benson asked. She nodded and leaned forward a little. Benson backed up a little so he could get a better view of the action. He stood next to Jenson and looked on. Brittany was leaning further over as Boomer gripped at her waist slamming himself into her feverishly as Brittany panted and gasped for breath. The leash was hanging from the front of her and was draped over the arm of the chair, and the metal studs glistened in the light that came down from the chandelier.
“I’m doing it?” Brittany said. “I’m doing it for you Benny!”
Boomer suddenly stopped pumping into Brittany’s rump and acted almost as if he simply lost interest in the pretty young blonde. He just dropped off of her, and his package made a sucking noise as it pulled out of her.
Benson went to Brittany as she was standing up. She smiled at him as he stepped in and he could tell that she was proud of her accomplishment. He kissed her gently on the lips, and guided her over to the couch, laying her on her back, and taking himself out. He guided himself into her and slid his way home.
“I did it for you Benny,” she said again.
“I know you did sweety,” he answered. He could feel the mixture of Jenson, Benson, and Boomer juices inside of his precious new toy and he liked the way it felt. She was still tight and she still felt marvelous wrapped around him, and her smile was sweetness in itself as he kissed her tender lips, and looked into her tired eyes. She’d had a long day and the activities had worn her out.
“I’d do anything for you Benson,” she said with a yawn.
And she drifted off to sleep.
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