Howard squirmed and fidgeted in his sleep. He slept curled on his side with his feet clenched under the covers, clutching and hugging his pillow as if for dear life. April slept snugly beside him, her dreams untroubled unlike his. His eyes came awake and for a brief moment he assumed he was back at the spare bedroom in Charmaine's apartment getting tortured by the savvy dominatrix known as Ms. Jenn.
He came off the bed and went into the bathroom and washed his face. He sat down on the toilet seat while reflecting on what the evening had done to him. The earlier pain in his rectum was now nothing but a memory; it did not feel like anything vicious had occurred to him at all, and yet it had. It very much had. He shut his eyes and conjured up what went down, taking it one slow step at a time.
Ms. Jenn stepped back and yelled at him to strip. Howard remained still on his knees, looking at her with trepidation and confusion as if he had not actually heard what she said. She raised the crop in her hand about to strike and he pleaded then came to his feet and began taking off his clothes. While doing that he watched Charmaine drop on his elbows and knees on the bed, resting his face flat on the bed. He reached behind and spread his ass cheeks for the Mistress. Ms. Jenn poured lube on her dildo and sneered at Howard as she took aim.
"Watch this, bitch boy," she leered. "This is what you're gonna get in a minute."
Howard kept his eyes audaciously open as he watched her slid the tip of the dildo inside Charmaine. Ms. Jenn started slow but with time picked up the pace with Charmaine grunting with effort as she thrust harder into him. He reached between his legs and tugged frantically at his penis though it never grew hard. Howard kicked his feet out of his shoes before unbuttoning his shirt. Charmaine gasped and pleaded for Ms. Jenn to give it to him harder. She did just that, panting while jerking her hips back and forth. She looked towards Howard to see how ready he was.
"I told you to get your fucking pathetic ass out of those clothes, did I not, bitch boy!"
Howard did not realise he had stopped as he was captivated by what he was seeing. He quickly unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down his ankles along with his pair of briefs. He thought he felt programmed and put on automated pilot; he could not withdraw himself from what was about to befall him.
Ms. Jenn pulled out of Charmaine who moaned as he fell forward on his face. He came off the bed and bowed to Ms. Jenn and thanked her for her work. He gestured at Howard to assume his place.
Howard stared at the dominatrix's strap-on dildo with pertinent dread as he came onto the bed, his body tensed like a rock; he listened to his heart skipping beats in his chest. He was not aware of Ms. Jenn reaching for her lube bottle from where she had dropped it when he climbed the bed, but he did squirmed when she poured some of it over his bottom; Charmaine assisted with rubbing it over her butt. Howard buried his face into the bed and gripped the sheets tight while they lathered his behind, awaiting the inevitable. He hissed when Ms. Jenn stuck a finger into his rectum. The probing felt like forever. Howard imagined tons of pleasant stuff to calm his nerves from the impending violation. At one time he felt two fingers probing his rectum and in his mind begged for it to be over.
The fingering stopped and Howard groaned with relief when it pulled out of him. A brief silent tension followed. The silence ended when he felt the cold wet tip of the dildo pressing against his puckered hole. Howard gritted his teeth and shut his eyes as Ms. Jenn grabbed his shoulder and the horror befell him. He ran through a welter of rampant images in his mind, anything powerful enough to distract his mind. Too late, the dildo pushed its way into his rectum and Howard pressed his face onto the bed's fabric while screaming into the bed sheets.
A bedside light came on and Howard came suddenly awake. He saw April gazing down at him still shaking his shoulder like she did not realise he was fully awake. Howard was stunned to see himself back in bed, clutching the sheets. He remembered washing his face and then sitting in the toilet. He tried to think back if he had actually returned to bed afterwards or whether it had been part of his nightmarish dream.
"Howard, what's the matter? What's wrong?"
He tried to speak but his voice was so dry no words came forth. He raised his head from the pillow which bore a ring of sweat and looked about the room. April tapped his arm irritably which startled Howard.
"Speak to me, Howard. What's wrong? A minute ago you were murmuring to yourself like you were crying."
"Nothing," he blurted, then ran the back of his palm against his brow, coming awake with seat. He felt slightly hot like he was having a fever.
"Are you sure nothing's the matter?"
"Yes, everything's fine. Wait, you said I was saying something?"
"I thought you were but I could not make out any of it. You just sounded like he were moaning about something."
"Yeah, probably I was," he said reassuringly. "It was some crazy weird dream, but it's nothing to worry about, honey. Nothing serious at all."
"You sure?"
"Yes, of course I'm sure." He kissed her. "It was just a bad dream, that's all. But thanks for waking me up."
April switched off the light and they returned to their former sleeping posture. Howard turned over his pillow and muttered goodnight to April. April responded back, even though she was not completely sold on his dream part. She turned over and hugged him this time in case he moaned in his sleep again.