Reward for Responsibility F-self. Part 2 is up M/F
Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2020 6:38 pm
I hate drinking Juniors. Damon thinks to himself as he safely guides his black Silverado from the party he had been at the party for an hour meeting friends. What he did not know was his friend decided to bring his little brother and the little brother had brought a friend as well.
Sixteen-year-old boys without a lick of tolerance for alcohol. Damon had known those days and known them well but he tried to keep his tolerance building exercises alone with his parents where they could monitor him. He did not go to his first party until he was eighteen years old.
Driving his buddy Tony and his brother Rodney home. Now was Rodney's little friend following the slurred directions the kid gave. Damon had to stop by the side of the road to let the kid out to puke.
“Ease it up boy... just a little further and you’ll be home”
“Oh man, I feel like” the kid exploded into the ditch and Damon shook his head. Lightweights. Setting the kid in the truck fashioning his seat belt Damon jumps into his truck and continues the backwoods way into a little suburb.
“Alright, boss we are on Kenton Street, what is your house number?”
“Six three-four” he murmurs heavily dabbling as sleep was coming by. Damon looks to the green street signs of the suburbs and reading on one side. Deciding to go right Damon slowly made his merry way down the street before coming into thick bushland area separating the suburb from a park something. The only house was on the left and it was not a townhouse designed from the burbs.
There’s my house c’mon” the drunk slurs waving a hand Damon pulls up to the curb and stops the truck.
“Alright... undo your seat belt I’ll come over that way you don” the drunk ignored Damon as he opened the truck door and hung from the seat belt. Cursing the fates laughing at him. Damon pushes the kid back and unbuckles the seat.
“Easy kid I am just going to deposit you inside and be on my way... I need to be going to bed”
“C’mon man... it not even eleven”
“Its ten at night what were you mixing? I saw you had a beer than a shot of whiskey... didn’t you try some of Charlies Tequila?”
“Yeah, T’quillaaaa!” someone give me strength Damon murmurs wrapping his arms around the sixteen-year-olds stomach and helping him to his feet. Pulling him by the waist Damon marches the kid to the door. Trying the handle it was locked no surprise.
If his parents were expecting him maybe one of them stayed up? Damon reasoned supporting the kid with his right arm and half of his body. Damon presses the doorbell and waited a few moments. Reaching forward Damon began to knock on the door with a gentle knuckle.
“Mamma! I am home!” the boy began to shout his ear off looking down on the kid I let go of him to flop to the ground.
“Do not yell like that... it is rude and unnecessary, do you have a house key?” the kid began to contemplate looking around pointing to the stone wall surrounding the garden.
“There backside of the bricks” the kid leans nearly ready to fall off the porch ignoring him Damon walks straight to the garden and began to run his hand over the backside. Finding the key case mingling with a bundle of mulch.
“Alright hold your horses” Damon speaks holding the key case in his hand sliding it open Damon slides the key into the insert and pulling the door open.
“So far so good” Damon mutters to himself walking over to the kid grabbing his arm.
“come on kid, I need you to use your feet dammit” Damon curses using his muscle to stand the kid up. Guiding him into the entryway Damon flicks on a light.
“Oh the light hurts my eyes turn it off” the boy moans rolling his head making the weight shift in his hands. Damon growls “alright I am just going to lay you on the couch then I will be out of your hair and you will never see me again...”
“Whuphf yphf!” a voice calls out making Damon look up curiously the light had been turned on in the hallway revealing an attractive woman wearing a paper-thin nightgown. Hastily drawn around her tummy but doing nothing to cover the expanse of her chest above her pleasant bosom that was exposed. And the hue of the flawless pale skin behind the sheer white gown. Informs Damon, she was practically naked below that housecoat. Only natural if she was just in bed.
What was out of place. The pretty purple ballgag stuck tightly to her teeth a glimmer of saliva was building at the corner of her mouth.
“I am sorry I did not mean to disturb... are you?” snapping his fingers Damon tried to remember the name Rodney had given this kid... it started with a C.
“Curtis are you Curtis’ mom?” the woman gave a curious nod before a worried glance to her son still slung on Damons arm.
“I brought Curtis home ma’am... his buddy Rodney, his big brother Tony is an old classmate of mine. I dropped them off and well I was going to lay your bo on the couch” Damon explained and the woman blinks at Damon then her son and says.
“Whaphf haphpen hmm?”
“I believe your young man here was mixing his alcohol” her eyebrows rose and Damon had the feeling he was going to unleash a warm hell onto this boy once he woke from his binge.
“Can I set him on the couch?” the woman gave a nod before Damon murmurs “I am gonna be sick!” his face gone pale and Damons eyes widened “bathroom?” the woman points and with tremendous speed Damon cleared the room and threw the young man over the toilet to dispense his contents with a disgusting yak.
“Jeez you just stay in there till your stomach settles I’ll come back to help ya in a minute” Damon shakes his head and walks from the bathroom to look the woman in the eyes.
“Are you okay?”
She began to speak but the ball gag in her mouth only made more saliva and did not produce an intelligent word. The woman rolls her eyes before turning around to reveal the back of her head. Pulling the honey golden hair from her neck to reveal at the edge of her hairline a ball gag was buckled and locked in with a minuscule padlock.
“You can’t find the key?”
“Mm-hmm” the woman speaks and Damon nods “alright well I can help if you want” the woman nods
“Plephf!” swallowing the dry lump in his throat Damon asks her to show him the way. Guiding Damon to the bedroom revealing an old styled bed thick sheets had been pulled back a set of handcuffs lay on the floor the key to them was a few inches away. The key was not the right size or style. Checking the bedside table Damon checked below it when he heard.
“Okay... I am done pukin” standing up Damon looks to the boy's mother “I will help you in a minute I will get him to bed”
“Phanphf yuphf” she spoke before Damon marches from the bedroom to the bathroom bending down to pick the lad from the floor Damon hoists him from the floor and into the living room setting him on the couch Damon unties the kid's shoes and throws them on the landing.
Walking back to the bedroom the woman had a blend of worried perplexion on her face. Damon steps around “no luck”
“Nmm”
the tiniest glimmer of light on her chest made Damon blink looking to her chest the woman seen his attention and quickly thrust her housecoat closed. Realising Damon began to walk around the bed and the woman began to scramble away.
‘Wait just a minute Ma’am...” Damon climbs onto the bed shoed feet and all chasing the woman as she scrambles from the room about to grab her phone she dropped it to give flight before she rams to a wall and Damon grabs hold of her shoulders.
“Stop and breath” Damons voice was firm but gentle as a hand pulls on a glimmering chain on her neck pulling it up to reveal a small key in the same shape of the padlock slot. Unclasping the chain from her neck Damon pulls her hair free before he slides the key in and unlocks the padlock from her mouth. Taking both key and lock he sets them down and unbuckles the gag from her lips.
“Oh my god... then... oh my”
“Breath Ma’am...” Damon’s voice was even calm and composed as if he was cold-blooded.
“Thank you. For well that... Uhm, who are you?”
“My name is Damon I am an associated friend of Rodney”
“Associate?” the woman asks skeptically.
“Rodney has an older brother named Tony who went to school with me” the woman gave a nod and steps back.
“What happened to my-my son?” she asks crossing her arms over her chests concealing the two digits poking through the thin fabric of her housecoat.
“I believe he was mixing his alcoholic beverages the first time I saw him he had a bottle of beer in his hand then I saw him take a tequila shot and last drink he had was pure vodka he drenched over himself more than his mouth” the boy's mother gave a solemn nod.
“Were you drinking?”
“I had one beer ma’am, I was the DD, Tony and Rodney got home okay not that you are worried” the woman gave a nod looking over Damon and she extends a hand.
“I am Jennifer” Damon shakes her hand and straightens handing her the key and padlock.
“Thank you for the help with that, you had caught me in the middle of well”
“I can see that I am sorry I figured you asleep I wanted to slip him in quietly”
“I heard the doorbell and the knock I panicked I began to uncuff my hands and I pulled the vibrator... oh my” her bright blue eyes widened enormously upon the confession.
“Calm down alright” Damon spoke and the woman blinks exhaling loudly her gaze rises to Damons and shakes her head
“This must count as the weirdest things you’ve ever seen”
“Not quite... but you know this is really something you should no do all by yourself” Jennifer's eyebrows lower curiously.
“Cuffing yourself and well doing what you want to do is fine... just make sure someone else is in the house, even if it is your son”
“You sound as you speak from experience?” Damon smiles and shrugs it aside.
“Anyway it is late I probably disturbed something good so uhm pardon my intrusion” Damon begins to walk out of the house and Jennifer follows him.
“Are you okay to drive you can sleep here if you want to?”
“No thank you, ma’am, wish you goodnight now” Damon did a tip of the hat gesture before walking for the door. Taking the key and the key holder Damon set it back by the flower bed wall setting it with the mulch before going for the truck.
“Hey!” a voice catches Damon’s attention looking to the house Jennifer came bursting from the house wearing thin cloth her beautiful skin below it all. Damon tries to keep his senses in check as he faces her.
“I was just thinking... well I have the night to myself and with my son sleeping off the booze, I am still wanting to try some bondage, and you said I shouldn’t do it alone”
“Do you think you can trust me?”
Sixteen-year-old boys without a lick of tolerance for alcohol. Damon had known those days and known them well but he tried to keep his tolerance building exercises alone with his parents where they could monitor him. He did not go to his first party until he was eighteen years old.
Driving his buddy Tony and his brother Rodney home. Now was Rodney's little friend following the slurred directions the kid gave. Damon had to stop by the side of the road to let the kid out to puke.
“Ease it up boy... just a little further and you’ll be home”
“Oh man, I feel like” the kid exploded into the ditch and Damon shook his head. Lightweights. Setting the kid in the truck fashioning his seat belt Damon jumps into his truck and continues the backwoods way into a little suburb.
“Alright, boss we are on Kenton Street, what is your house number?”
“Six three-four” he murmurs heavily dabbling as sleep was coming by. Damon looks to the green street signs of the suburbs and reading on one side. Deciding to go right Damon slowly made his merry way down the street before coming into thick bushland area separating the suburb from a park something. The only house was on the left and it was not a townhouse designed from the burbs.
There’s my house c’mon” the drunk slurs waving a hand Damon pulls up to the curb and stops the truck.
“Alright... undo your seat belt I’ll come over that way you don” the drunk ignored Damon as he opened the truck door and hung from the seat belt. Cursing the fates laughing at him. Damon pushes the kid back and unbuckles the seat.
“Easy kid I am just going to deposit you inside and be on my way... I need to be going to bed”
“C’mon man... it not even eleven”
“Its ten at night what were you mixing? I saw you had a beer than a shot of whiskey... didn’t you try some of Charlies Tequila?”
“Yeah, T’quillaaaa!” someone give me strength Damon murmurs wrapping his arms around the sixteen-year-olds stomach and helping him to his feet. Pulling him by the waist Damon marches the kid to the door. Trying the handle it was locked no surprise.
If his parents were expecting him maybe one of them stayed up? Damon reasoned supporting the kid with his right arm and half of his body. Damon presses the doorbell and waited a few moments. Reaching forward Damon began to knock on the door with a gentle knuckle.
“Mamma! I am home!” the boy began to shout his ear off looking down on the kid I let go of him to flop to the ground.
“Do not yell like that... it is rude and unnecessary, do you have a house key?” the kid began to contemplate looking around pointing to the stone wall surrounding the garden.
“There backside of the bricks” the kid leans nearly ready to fall off the porch ignoring him Damon walks straight to the garden and began to run his hand over the backside. Finding the key case mingling with a bundle of mulch.
“Alright hold your horses” Damon speaks holding the key case in his hand sliding it open Damon slides the key into the insert and pulling the door open.
“So far so good” Damon mutters to himself walking over to the kid grabbing his arm.
“come on kid, I need you to use your feet dammit” Damon curses using his muscle to stand the kid up. Guiding him into the entryway Damon flicks on a light.
“Oh the light hurts my eyes turn it off” the boy moans rolling his head making the weight shift in his hands. Damon growls “alright I am just going to lay you on the couch then I will be out of your hair and you will never see me again...”
“Whuphf yphf!” a voice calls out making Damon look up curiously the light had been turned on in the hallway revealing an attractive woman wearing a paper-thin nightgown. Hastily drawn around her tummy but doing nothing to cover the expanse of her chest above her pleasant bosom that was exposed. And the hue of the flawless pale skin behind the sheer white gown. Informs Damon, she was practically naked below that housecoat. Only natural if she was just in bed.
What was out of place. The pretty purple ballgag stuck tightly to her teeth a glimmer of saliva was building at the corner of her mouth.
“I am sorry I did not mean to disturb... are you?” snapping his fingers Damon tried to remember the name Rodney had given this kid... it started with a C.
“Curtis are you Curtis’ mom?” the woman gave a curious nod before a worried glance to her son still slung on Damons arm.
“I brought Curtis home ma’am... his buddy Rodney, his big brother Tony is an old classmate of mine. I dropped them off and well I was going to lay your bo on the couch” Damon explained and the woman blinks at Damon then her son and says.
“Whaphf haphpen hmm?”
“I believe your young man here was mixing his alcohol” her eyebrows rose and Damon had the feeling he was going to unleash a warm hell onto this boy once he woke from his binge.
“Can I set him on the couch?” the woman gave a nod before Damon murmurs “I am gonna be sick!” his face gone pale and Damons eyes widened “bathroom?” the woman points and with tremendous speed Damon cleared the room and threw the young man over the toilet to dispense his contents with a disgusting yak.
“Jeez you just stay in there till your stomach settles I’ll come back to help ya in a minute” Damon shakes his head and walks from the bathroom to look the woman in the eyes.
“Are you okay?”
She began to speak but the ball gag in her mouth only made more saliva and did not produce an intelligent word. The woman rolls her eyes before turning around to reveal the back of her head. Pulling the honey golden hair from her neck to reveal at the edge of her hairline a ball gag was buckled and locked in with a minuscule padlock.
“You can’t find the key?”
“Mm-hmm” the woman speaks and Damon nods “alright well I can help if you want” the woman nods
“Plephf!” swallowing the dry lump in his throat Damon asks her to show him the way. Guiding Damon to the bedroom revealing an old styled bed thick sheets had been pulled back a set of handcuffs lay on the floor the key to them was a few inches away. The key was not the right size or style. Checking the bedside table Damon checked below it when he heard.
“Okay... I am done pukin” standing up Damon looks to the boy's mother “I will help you in a minute I will get him to bed”
“Phanphf yuphf” she spoke before Damon marches from the bedroom to the bathroom bending down to pick the lad from the floor Damon hoists him from the floor and into the living room setting him on the couch Damon unties the kid's shoes and throws them on the landing.
Walking back to the bedroom the woman had a blend of worried perplexion on her face. Damon steps around “no luck”
“Nmm”
the tiniest glimmer of light on her chest made Damon blink looking to her chest the woman seen his attention and quickly thrust her housecoat closed. Realising Damon began to walk around the bed and the woman began to scramble away.
‘Wait just a minute Ma’am...” Damon climbs onto the bed shoed feet and all chasing the woman as she scrambles from the room about to grab her phone she dropped it to give flight before she rams to a wall and Damon grabs hold of her shoulders.
“Stop and breath” Damons voice was firm but gentle as a hand pulls on a glimmering chain on her neck pulling it up to reveal a small key in the same shape of the padlock slot. Unclasping the chain from her neck Damon pulls her hair free before he slides the key in and unlocks the padlock from her mouth. Taking both key and lock he sets them down and unbuckles the gag from her lips.
“Oh my god... then... oh my”
“Breath Ma’am...” Damon’s voice was even calm and composed as if he was cold-blooded.
“Thank you. For well that... Uhm, who are you?”
“My name is Damon I am an associated friend of Rodney”
“Associate?” the woman asks skeptically.
“Rodney has an older brother named Tony who went to school with me” the woman gave a nod and steps back.
“What happened to my-my son?” she asks crossing her arms over her chests concealing the two digits poking through the thin fabric of her housecoat.
“I believe he was mixing his alcoholic beverages the first time I saw him he had a bottle of beer in his hand then I saw him take a tequila shot and last drink he had was pure vodka he drenched over himself more than his mouth” the boy's mother gave a solemn nod.
“Were you drinking?”
“I had one beer ma’am, I was the DD, Tony and Rodney got home okay not that you are worried” the woman gave a nod looking over Damon and she extends a hand.
“I am Jennifer” Damon shakes her hand and straightens handing her the key and padlock.
“Thank you for the help with that, you had caught me in the middle of well”
“I can see that I am sorry I figured you asleep I wanted to slip him in quietly”
“I heard the doorbell and the knock I panicked I began to uncuff my hands and I pulled the vibrator... oh my” her bright blue eyes widened enormously upon the confession.
“Calm down alright” Damon spoke and the woman blinks exhaling loudly her gaze rises to Damons and shakes her head
“This must count as the weirdest things you’ve ever seen”
“Not quite... but you know this is really something you should no do all by yourself” Jennifer's eyebrows lower curiously.
“Cuffing yourself and well doing what you want to do is fine... just make sure someone else is in the house, even if it is your son”
“You sound as you speak from experience?” Damon smiles and shrugs it aside.
“Anyway it is late I probably disturbed something good so uhm pardon my intrusion” Damon begins to walk out of the house and Jennifer follows him.
“Are you okay to drive you can sleep here if you want to?”
“No thank you, ma’am, wish you goodnight now” Damon did a tip of the hat gesture before walking for the door. Taking the key and the key holder Damon set it back by the flower bed wall setting it with the mulch before going for the truck.
“Hey!” a voice catches Damon’s attention looking to the house Jennifer came bursting from the house wearing thin cloth her beautiful skin below it all. Damon tries to keep his senses in check as he faces her.
“I was just thinking... well I have the night to myself and with my son sleeping off the booze, I am still wanting to try some bondage, and you said I shouldn’t do it alone”
“Do you think you can trust me?”