Adam Avalanche! by Dex O'Donald!

Adam Avalanche

Written by Dex O’Donald

Story by Devin Dickie

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One

On the morning of the party, Adam woke from a dream that lingered long after he got out of bed. It left him in a surrealist daze, as if walking through waist deep snow, and putting everything in the waking world just out of focus. He couldn’t remember much from the dream, only that he’d been so very relieved to realize that it was only a figment of his imagination. There had been a crushing, paralyzing weight. Some great force burying him before he could react.

When he came into the kitchen, bleached sunlight bathed the checkered tile and countertops. Adam’s eyes convulsed in their sockets from the sudden invasion of washed-out daylight. His girlfriend, Tanya, irradiated a heavenly glow. She looked up at him, face quizzical, skin pale like milk and the curve of her breasts below her bath robe like melons in a bundle. Her blonde hair became almost platinum in the sunlight, her blue eyes like the ocean at sunrise.

Tanya pursed her pink lips together and said: “Get your coffee and get to the pool. There’s tons of pollen in it and you still need to go pick up the extra chairs from Party Central.”

“Uh-huh,” Adam yawned, shuffling to the coffee pot. “God, I hate the weirdest dream last night.”

“How many of your friends did you say were coming today?” Tanya returned her gaze to her tablet, where she ran through a meticulous list of to-dos under the title Housewarming Party. “Five or six?”

“They’re our friends, not just mine,” Adam came to sit with her at the breakfast nook. “What about Haley? Is she coming?”

“Is my best friend coming to our housewarming?” Tanya looked at him impatiently. “Of course she is, Adam.”

“Great,” he said, as unenthusiastically as he could muster.

“Stop it. Haley is great. You just haven’t known her long enough.”

“Haley is a bitch.” “Adam!”

Adam shrugged and sipped his coffee. He looked out the kitchen door to the small patio and pool area. It was going to get crowded fast at his little townhome, he knew. Tanya had been planning this party for a while – longer than they’d even been living together, which now totaled two months. Their entire relationship was a mere six months old. Things were moving fast, but Adam couldn’t shake the feeling that sometimes he was no more than a glorified rebound for Tanya. Adam had a good job, owned a modest home, and according to all of his friends, was batting way out of his league with the girl - a petite, blonde bombshell with double d tits straight out of a college kid’s wet dream. Adam was shy, on the nerdier (Tanya made him cave and get contacts to replace his black-rimmed nerd glasses), and not quite the muscular type girls usually went for. He was average height, average build, with a butt big enough to make women giggle at the office downtown. Adam knew he was a safe choice after her last boyfriend. But he wondered how long ‘playing house’ would be enough for a girl like Tanya.

“That pool isn’t going to skim itself,” Tanya sighed, nodding at his empty coffee cup. “Time to get your butt in gear.”

Adam smiled to reassure her they were on the same page. She looked dreamlike with the sun at her back, the tiniest, most microscopic blonde hairs on her neck standing like peach fuzz. He stood and headed for the patio.

“Oh, and Adam,” she called from behind. “Haley mentioned she was bringing some friends with her. One of them might be Tremane. I just wanted to give you a heads up.”

Adam paused. “Tremane your ex?”
“Yep.”
“Okay but...why?”
“Is it really that big a deal?” She turned around, her robe

opening at the bust, fleshy pale breasts pushing into the back of the kitchen chair and squishing over the top of it. “I told you we never even did anything. It was like, a nothing fling.”

“Right, but still. Just tell Haley no. I mean, I don’t want that guy in my house.”

“Our house.”
“Huh?”
“It’s our house now, Adam!” Tanya’s big blues were comedic

in their assumption. “And who cares if some guy I made out with a few times is coming? It’s not like he’s the one sleeping in the same bed with me. That’s you, remember?”

Adam nodded slowly. His eyes were fastened to her breasts, finding himself strangely horny after that disturbing dream he could neither shake nor remember.

“Are you alright?” Tanya pressed. “You’re not getting sick, are you? Adam, I will kill you if you ruin this party!”

Adam snapped himself out of it and said: “No of course not. Just slept funny. I’m fine. I’m gonna go do the pool.”

“And Party Central after?”
“You got it, babe.”
The pool was small, so it didn’t take long to clean the surface.

Adam wagered maybe ten people could fit at the same time before it started to feel like the wave pool at a waterpark in June. The

rest of his patio might hold six or seven more. The townhouse wasn’t large even at two levels. The thought of Tanya’s guest list gave him instant anxiety – the house was going to be packed. And oh, how Adam loathed parties. He tried for a while in college, he really did – but the big social gatherings just weren’t his thing. He preferred a small group of friends gathered around the Xbox on a Saturday night. Pizza, a few beers, and no outsiders.

Today would be nothing but outsiders. Outsiders and Tremane.

He shrugged off his resentment and drove to Party Central. Of all the strange stores buried inside plazas across America, Party Central had to be one of the most random and ridiculous ones Adam had ever encountered. It was a party store first, carrying everything from patio furniture to streamers and signs and confetti and ballons, on and on ad nauseum. But it was a Christmas store too. A costume shop. Halloween masks, ear piercings, temporary tattoos – you name it. Luckily for Adam, all of the party favors for the housewarming were already adorning

his home and backyard. All he needed was a few extra patio chairs and some plastic solo cups more festive than the typical red.

At the checkout, a black woman with a golden afro rang him up, her nametag reading Kiara. She was fit and busty, the round line of her cleavage visible over the top of a white tank top.

“Party at your place today, huh?” Kiara winked, scanning barcodes with a laser gun.

“Unfortunately,” Adam sighed. “Too many people if you ask me.”

“Just keep your cup full and you’ll do fine, baby.”

Adam thought she was cute, falling for her bright smile the way he was sure most men who came into Party Central did. She waved him goodbye with fluttering fingers and Adam thought about her the whole way home. He wondered if the dream from the night before had left a door open in his mind, and so now, everything that he experienced was white and amplified like his kitchen had been at dawn that morning. He rubbed his eyes. Tried

to forget about the cute checkout girl and focus on the gorgeous blonde waiting for him inside his townhouse.

“Don’t be weird,” he told himself in the silence of his car. “Just drink and smile and laugh. It’ll be over by six.”

After setting up the chairs and preparing the drink coolers (enough booze to kill Shamu) he found Tanya upstairs putting the finishing touches on her party outfit. Somehow, she’d found a blue bikini practically the same color as her irises – cobalt blue that amplified both when paired together. It was a two piece, tied softly so that the under cup of the top didn’t quite make it all the way around her under-boob. There was a lot of cleavage on top too, enough to make Adam’s anxiety much worse. Her golden hair was up in a high bun, with two wavy locks falling across her face on either side. Adam watched her pull a white sheer top on – completely see-through – and he didn’t know if it made her more modest or more provactive. Certainly her tits were still just as visible. On the bottom she tied a simple summer skirt that would come away with ease when she was ready for a dip.

“Let’s get downstairs and get ready to welcome our guests,” she said, finishing off her outfit with a thin turquoise earring on each lobe.

Adam checked the time. It was only 11am. Which meant now he would have to keep an eye on Tanya every step of the way from here on out. When Tanya drank, she was fine. Until she drank too much. And when that threshold was crossed there was no going back, and there was no predicting Tanya’s behavior.

He made her first drink weak, and she didn’t notice. He made his own slightly stronger and braced himself for the day head.

The slow trickle of guests began shortly thereafter and by noon Adam’s townhouse was filled with people he knew, and quite a few people he did not know. The split was pretty equal between male and female guests but when Adam’s friends arrived it certainly tipped to majority males. Stu, Dillon, and Chase hugged Tanya awkwardly and quickly retreated to a corner of the party where they wouldn’t have to interact with anyone they didn’t

know. Adam left Tanya near the front door to handle guest influx while he chatted with his longtime buds.

“Kinda weird you’re having a housewarming party three years after buying the place,” Stu pointed out, brushing his short blonde hair back from his forehead. “I take it this was Tanya’s idea?”

“Okay so what,” Adam said defensively. “It’s new to her. And she wanted her friends to see how she’s doing these days.”

“How you’re doing is more like it,” Dillon chuckled. “I think your new girlfriend wants to play housewife.”

“We’re a long way from that,” Adam replied.

“Oh not that bitch,” Chase sighed, flicking his eyes across the room. Adam and the others turned to what he was referring to – Tanya’s best friend Haley walking in the front door with a bratty smirk on her face. “I don’t know how long I can stay if she’s gonna be here, Adam.”

Adam only nodded. Haley had a reputation around town, and in their slightly co-mingled friend groups, as an all-around

shitty person. Sex appeal aside, some people considered her the literal devil. Today she wore a black bikini to go with her black hair, her big obnoxious tits a golden spray tan, her overly wide mouth full of straight white teeth that anyone who’d been on the other end of her subtle social bullying knew well enough. She threw her arms around Tanya and their tits collided in a claustrophobic hug.

“I tried to tell Tanya not to invite her,” Adam mumbled. “But she just wouldn’t listen to me...” Adam trailed off. Coming into his townhouse behind Haley were two hulking figures he didn’t recognize. They were broad and black and dressed like they’d just come from the gym. It was the shoulder-length dreadlocks that tipped Adam off to who the man on the left was – Tremane, Tanya’s ex-boyfriend.

“Who are they?” Chase asked, nudging Adam and getting no reply. “Looks like he knows Tanya...”

Adam felt time slow down when Tremane opened his tree trunk arms and pulled Tanya into his grasp. Tremane’s grin was

wide and white. Tanya was giggling before her little painted toes left the ground. He lifted her up and Tanya threw her arms around his corded neck. Tanya’s shriek of delight called every pair of eyes to them. Eyes that looked from the squiggling, giggling blonde girl – to her boyfriend ten feet away. Tremane spun Tanya. Tanya blushed and threw her smiling face back.

“Adam?” Chase nudged him again. “Who the hell is that?”

Adam felt every accusatory stare. But none more so than Haley – who was grinning at Adam from across the room, a mad twinkle in her emerald eyes.

Two

“Well get over there, Adam!” Dillon shoved. “Whoever it is, he’s clearly drunk and doesn’t need to be all over your girlfriend like that!”

Adam found himself stumbling forward, peer pressured into acting when he’d rather hidden away and pretended the whole thing didn’t happen. As Adam came closer to them, Tremane still held Tanya off the ground in his big, barreled arms. Adam stopped beside them. Haley, along with her big black male friend (whose dreads were shorter than Tremane’s but thicker), stared at Adam like he was the opposing bird in a cock-fight – waiting to see what he would do.

“Damn girl you ain’t gained a pound,” Tremane laughed. “Cept’ maybe in them titties – them things get bigger or sumthin’?”

“STOP it, Tremane!” Tanya laughed. Adam cleared his throat: “Um. Hello?”

Tremane’s eyes appeared over the top of Tanya’s shoulder, glaring at Adam. “Hello yahself little man can’t you see I’m busy?”

Tanya turned and remembered she had a boyfriend.
“Oh, Adam! Hey Tremane – put me down! This is Adam!” She came back to earth, pale skin flushed red, tugging at the

straps of her bikini to make sure her tits hadn’t fallen out. Tanya’s entire demeanor said that whatever had just happened, was no big deal. Harmless, in fact.

“Adam this is Tremane, Tremane this is my boyfriend, Adam!”

The party murmured around them. Partygoers eavesdropped and Adam’s friends waited to see what would happen. Haley and her big black friend did the same.

Adam held out his hand politely. Tremane, lumbering head and shoulders above Adam, snickered and ignored Adam’s gesture. “This is your new man?” he said incredulously. “Damn girl, I know I was too big to fit, but this dude? Motherfucker looks like Pee-Wee Herman.”

Laughter sifted through the crowd like the wave at a football game, and it started with Haley and the big boy. Tanya covered her mouth and shook her head, glancing at Adam. Clearly the part about too big to fit had rattled him – he stumbled over his next words with meandering volume.

“Pee-wee, huh?” Adam scratched the back of his neck with the hand that had been meant to shake Tremane’s. “Usually I get ‘Mclovin’.” Adam’s self-deprecating recovery was clearly lost on Tremane, who found Adam amusing only in the way of something to be laughed at.

“Whatever bro,” Tremane scoffed.

Tanya eased in to break up the tension and said: “And who is this, Haley?”

“This is my boyfriend Darnell,” Haley smiled, taking Darnell by the arm. “Tremane introduced us, and the sparks have been flying ever since.”

“Nice to meet you, Darnell,” Tanya started, “so glad you guys could –

“Go on and be a good hostess now, kid,” Tremane interrupted, glaring at Adam. “Couple uh’ beers and tequila shots should do it.”

Adam recognized the type of drunk in Tremane’s tone. In the way his eyes twitched like they were ready for a fight, in the way his posture hulked and burdened everyone around him. And he saw the same in Darnell’s face –ready to come to his friend’s ‘aid’ should the need arise. For a very obvious reason, Tremane did not like Adam. And it had everything to do with Tanya.

Seeing this, Adam felt he had the upper hand in redirecting it. If Tremane was looking for a fight, that’s exactly what Adam wouldn’t give him. And soon enough, Adam would get the brute out of his house.

“Three beers, and three shots?” Adam said hospitably.

“Make it four,” Tremane spat, nodding at Tanya. “Been a minute since me and yah girl had a chance to catch up. I know she ain’t sitting this round out.”

Tanya sensed the tension and shrugged. “Sure – count me in! But make mine a small shot, Adam.”

Adam smiled, turned, and fled gratefully from the living room.

The kitchen was crowded but since they were mostly Tanya’s friends he had a minute to himself. To recover. His hand shook so badly when he tried to pour the tequila shots that he spilled more on the table than in the glasses. Adam hated confrontation. His default behavior in those situations was to acquiesce and diffuse. And this instinct was about as reprogrammable as Hal 9000.

“You alright, buddy?” It was Dillon. He looked concerned. “You’re all red.”

“First drink went down too fast,” Adam lied, spilling more tequila on the countertop.

“Who is that guy with Tanya?”
“Um...her ex – I mean her friend.”
“That guy is her ex-boyfriend? Sheesh. What the heck is he

even doing here?”

“Haley brought him.”

“Into your house? Dude. Come on. He can’t stay here. He just disrespected you in front of the whole party!”

“How so?”
“Ummm, by groping your girlfriend?”
“He didn’t grope her. He picked her up but it was harmless.

Just friends.” “Riiight.”

Adam snagged four beers from the fridge and arranged them along with the four shots on a drink tray. He lifted it carefully, the drinks atop it bobbling slightly.

“Adam what the hell are you doing man?”
“I’m bringing these drinks out to Tanya and her friends.” “Yeah but why?”
Adam exhaled, flustered, sweaty and red and coming apart at

the seams. It was true what Dillon said. It had been more than a quick pick up. Hadn’t he seen Tremane’s big hands supporting Tanya by her thighs? And then perhaps a bit more than her

thighs? Adam looked away when Tremane set her down but he could have sworn that he glimpsed Tremane’s thumbs rounding over the curve of her breast not-so-accidentally. Right there in Adam’s home, for everyone to see.

“Okay you’re right,” Adam stuttered. “What do I do?”

“Tell him to get the fuck out is what,” Dillon lowered his voice to a sharp whisper. “If it were me, I’d have kicked his ass already. But the least you can do is tell him it’s time to go. And don’t let him intimidate you, man. What the hell is he gonna do? Get physical? I’d like to see him try. I’ll call the police if he tries anything.”

Adam began to nod, finding courage in his friend’s tough guy façade. He set the drinks back down on the countertop.

“Alright then,” Adam said, finding some resolve. “I’ll tell them to leave.”

“Atta’ boy,” Dillon said. “I’ll observe from a distance. Just know I’ve got your back.”

Adam left the drinks behind and went to find Tremane, Dillon at his heels. They weren’t in the living room – Tanya had disappeared with them. Ignoring the sympathetic looks from his friends and others, Adam ventured out through the back door towards the pool patio. Past the pool itself, which was the only place on the patio with any room left, stood Tremane, Darnell, Haley, and Tanya. The four of them were in tight-knit conversation. Darnell and Tremane were shirtless, down to their swim trunks, their muscular black bodies glistening in the afternoon light. Adam increased his speed, not bothering to check if Dillon was still with him.

He came up beside Tanya, hands on his hips, turning his chin up as if to interrupt whatever it was that Tremane was saying to her. Adam’s heart physically fluttered, his hands began to shake.

“Where the drinks at, kid?” Tremane asked, annoyed and flexing his pecs.

Adam opened his mouth, closed it. He turned over his shoulder for Dillon’s support – but Dillon was at the other end of the pool, pretending to be in conversation with their other friends while he watched everything unfold. Dillon looked scared.

“Adam, are you okay?” Tanya asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. “What happen to the drinks?”

Adam looked up at Tremane. Darnell was over his left shoulder, glaring at Adam. Haley watched with sheer amusement.

“I...I...um,” Adam started.

“I-I-I-WHAT?” Tremane made a face. “Is your boyfriend retarded or somethin’, Tanya? Special needs or what? Kid can’t talk without his voice cracking.”

Haley’s evil laughter drifted over the humidity of the day.

“Maybe he ain’t hit puberty yet,” Darnell spoke, his voice like gravel under a semitruck’s wheel. “Don’t look like it anyway.”

Tremane genuinely smiled then, and it would have almost been comforting for Adam to see it if it hadn’t been accompanied by barking, hateful laughter. Adam tried to steady his runaway

heart. Tanya was the only one of them not openly laughing at him, but the way she stared at him with those cobalt blues made him feel like she was waiting for something. Waiting for him to stick up for himself.

“Luh-luh-look, Tremane,” Adam said, brain short circuiting. “I don-don-don’t –

“The fuck is he saying?” Tremane said, meaner now. “You got booze, kid? Tequila? You speak fuckin’ English?”

“Ye-ye-yes but I-I-I –

“Then what the fuck you doing out here? Go get my drinks. Go get your bitch’s drink and Bring. It. Here.”

Tanya grabbed Adam’s wrist. “I can come help you if you need me to, babe?”

“Nah he got it,” Tremane said, reaching out casually and grasping Tanya by the fingertips – lifting her arm, pulling her away. “Don’t you, kid? But I’m getting pretty sick and tired of waiting so make it quick, yeah?”

Adam felt her fingers fall away from him. Tremane’s shoulder turned – shutting Adam out. He stood there for a full five dejected seconds before turning and retreating.

On the way back inside, Dillon completely avoided Adam – eye contact was out of the question. Adam’s entire group of friends was whispering too quietly to hear, but he knew. Oh, sure – Adam knew what they were saying.

He gathered the drink tray up, hung his head, and made the long walk back out to the pool patio. Adam saw them there, standing much as he’d left them, except now, Tremane’s arm was slunk lazily over Tanya’s shoulders, ruffling the sheer see-through shirt she had on over her blue bikini top. The height difference between them was startling. Too big to fit.

Adam decided his next course of action in that moment. Give them the drinks, make up an excuse to pull Tanya aside, and set boundaries. Because clearly those were going by the wayside.

He doubled his steps to the group of four and presented the four beers and four shots of tequila.

“Bout fucking time,” Tremane said, helping himself to a beer and a shot glass. “Go on and wait there, boy. We got dishes for you.”

Tremane raised his glass just high enough so that Tanya had to stand on her tip toes to clink it with her own. Adam watched them with the visceral feeling of being excluded. Like a vulture come to wait its turn while the real predators got first dibs. They drank. One by one they set their empty shot glasses down onto the tray in Adam’s hands. He was a servant on his own land.

“Hey Tanya can you help me with something in the kitchen real fast?” Adam said softly.

“Definitely,” Tanya wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and turned to follow Adam.

“Where you think you goin’ girl?”

Adam turned at the sound of the awful mischief in that voice. Tremane had a hold of Tanya. His black fingertips pressed into the flesh of her tiny hips, pulling her backwards as she giggled and tried to shove him away. Briefly, almost too fast to catch, she

locked eyes with Adam and the mix of emotions there were either telling him that she was simply sorry, or sorry that he was there to see it. When her backside collided with Tremane, his hands found the hem of her sheer cover with ease and lifted it quickly. Tanya shrieked in surprise as the covering came away, her pale, milky Ds jiggling inside her blue top. Tremane tossed the top haphazardly and it landed on top of the glasses and drink tray in Adam’s hands.

“You too damn fine to be coverin’ all this up,” Tremane grunted.

“WAAAAIIIIT!” Tanya screamed, flying through the hair.

WHOOSH!

It was a quick splash of her tiny frame into the blue water. When Tanya surfaced, her left tit hung heavy and exposed, glistening with water, her wide pink areolas firm and hard. It was visible to everyone on the patio for a short few seconds before she cupped it with one hand and shoved it back inside the bikini.

Tanya was laughing – embarrassment, alcohol, and an attempt to save face. Tremane jumped into the pool after her, followed by Darnell, Haley, and more and more party goers until it was standing room only. Until it was just Adam, standing alone and holding his girlfriend’s shirt.

Adam’s head turned slightly – just in time to see Dillon and the rest of his friends making a quiet exit.

Three

The party was entering the next phase. That much was obvious. The drink coolers were raided, the pool was full of young people and sunny flesh, and the music was louder. Even with the Irish departure of his own friends, Adam’s house was still a circus. Too many people.

Three too many, to be exact.

Adam watched them from the bathroom window. Part of the townhouse ran underground, where the basement was, where Adam had gone to be alone and collect his thoughts. With his eyeline along the green grass of the backyard he could see straight to the lip of the pool and its blue waters beyond. Amongst all those thrashing bodies it was hard to miss Tanya and Tremane. Tanya had her back to Adam, against the edge, arms stretched out to her sides. Tremane was like an obsidian wall in front of her, Tanya’s blonde hair bun barely crested between his chest muscles.

Adam’s secret vantage made it hard to judge the distance between Tanya and Tremane, but he knew it couldn’t be all that much.

Pull yourself together, he screamed inside his head. They’re just friends. Her TITTY was only out for three full seconds – oh CHRIST oh FUCK – EVERYONE saw her TIT!

But he knew the longer he hid away the more likely something worse would happen. His presence hadn’t deterred Tremane so far, but if he could just remind them whose house this was, then perhaps Adam might get things under control.

He still needed to talk to Tanya alone. Which meant getting her out of the goddamned pool. It was hard to pull himself from the basement bathroom and face those questioning expressions of his guests. The ones full of pity, or second-hand embarrassment, or worse – humor. Adam wanted them all gone but was acutely aware of how Tanya might react if he suddenly announced the party was over. Pulling himself together, he went upstairs.

His house was gradually turning into a mess. The kitchen was decorated with abandoned solo cups and opened liquor

bottles. The living room was the same, including a nice bright spill that had dried along the hardwood. The patio was a whirlpool disaster and he couldn’t tell which was louder: the booming Bluetooth speaker, or the excess of drunk people each talking over one another.

Thankfully, Adam stepped out onto the pool deck unnoticed. He saw Tanya with Tremane, the two of them now in the corner of the pool, where Tremane stood chest deep and Tanya floated beside him. Adam wondered what, if anything, might be going on under the surface of that disrupted pool water.

“There he is,” Haley said, flicking Adam’s earlobe harshly from behind. “I thought you put yourself to bed there for a minute.”

Adam turned on Haley, red-faced, not in the mood for her typical childish cruelty. “The hell do you want, Haley?” Adam said, leveling his eyes at her.

“I want you to go to Party Central and pick up more decorations – this party sucks. So does your stupid townhouse.”

Her green eyes were like forest fires – never happy unless someone was being punished beneath her gaze.

“If it sucks then you can leave – and take Tremane with you.”

‘Why would I do that when Tanya and Tremane are getting along so well? God, you should have seen your stupid face when he tossed her in the pool. Like a kid who dropped his ice cream cone.”

Adam’s fist curled into a ball at his side and he let his nails dig into the soft flesh of his palm. He tried to count backwards from ten in his mind. Haley saw the obvious anger on his face – AKA her victory – and started to giggle.

“Where’s your bathing suit?” Haley dug further. “It’s a pool party not BINGO night at the church, dipshit.”

Adam looked down at his clothes: grey slacks, white sneakers, a striped, blue collared shirt. He was hot from the humidity and social anxiety, so his pits were stained and his brow wet. Then he looked at Haley in her little black bikini, and briefly,

he recognized how hot the girl would be if she wasn’t such a raging cunt.

“Once again Haley, if you don’t like what I’m wearing, and you don’t like the decorations, you can just fucking –

“Leave, I know,” she yawned. “We probably will once the booze runs out, honestly. You just better hope Tremane doesn’t take Tanya with us.”

Adam scowled at her and turned his back. Reinvigorated with anger, he marched across the yard, along the lip of the pool, to the corner where Tremane and Tanya were chatting.

He stood directly above them, looming like a ghost, and yet Tremane’s height brought his brow right even with Adam’s thighs. The man was a giant.

“Hey Tanya, can you come with me a sec?” Adam knew the implications of this scene. The pathetic quality of having to drag your partner away from someone society would have deemed ‘greater’. It didn’t matter. He had to accept this humiliation if he was to suffer no more of them.

She looked up, almost startled, and Adam noticed how much drunker she was now than just ten minutes ago. Fucking Haley, he thought, plying her with drinks when she KNOWS how Tanya gets!

“Uhh can it wait, babe?” Tanya said. “The pool is perfect – hey – why aren’t you in your bathing suit? That new one I got you? It’s a pool party, Adam!”

Tremane clicked his teeth. “This kid out here dressed for church.”

“It really can’t wait,” Adam found resolve in the fact that this conversation wasn’t being broadcast to everyone else at the party – the guests were way to self-involved at the moment. “Can you come...now?”

Tanya’s face changed. Like she saw a wasp land on Adam’s soldier. Adam flinched but it was too late. Two sharp hands came into the space between his shoulder blades and shoved him forward.

Whoosh!

When he surfaced the laughter was deafening. Haley stood over him, horrible white teeth gleaming in the sun. Befuddled he headed for the edge, shaking his head, not even feigning a smile to soften the situation.

“Where you goin’ kid!” Tremane laughed from behind.
“Oh, Adam,” Tanya’s voice, disappointed and embarrassed. He planted both hands on the edge and started to lift himself

– it was difficult with his heavy clothes so soaked but was then made impossible when Haley placed the pad of her petite foot against his forehead and shoved him back down into the water.

“Adam’s being a baby,” Haley chided. “Doesn’t want to wear his swimsuit like the big kids.”

“Knock it off, Haley,” Adam said, reaching for the pool’s edge once more, trying to ignore the frenzied crowd all around him. She dipped her foot into the pool, kicked water right in his face. When he flailed, Tremane grabbed him from behind. “What the fuck!”

“Come on now kid, it’s a pool party,” Tremane’s breath was hot on the back of his neck as the brute grabbed bunches of wet shirt and started to tear it over Adam’s head. “Shit, even your girl lettin’ it all hang out!”

Adam writhed and splashed like a fish on a hook. Humiliation and panic took hold of him and he only really saw faces appearing before him like out of a dream, each one grinning malevolently, all but Tanya who looked at him with pity and disappointment.

“Stop! Wait!”

Tremane yanked the shirt away and tossed it. Adam’s pale washed out skin hit the sunlight to make something almost translucent. The contrast against Tremane’s dark chocolate tone was riveting. As was the difference in muscle mass and definition.

“Damn maybe this kid really hasn’t hit puberty yet,” Tremane bellowed. “Hairless and not enough testosterone to make a fucking bicep.”

Laughter again from all directions. Adam swirled in the water, looking at Tanya, finding her behind Tremane and mostly blocked by his bulky stature. But he saw her eyes and the vicarious humiliation she felt for him.

“He’s got the body of a girl,” Haley giggled on high. “Give him a pair of tits and you wouldn’t even know the difference!” Just then, Darnell came to stand beside Haley, both of them at the edge of the pool and blocking Adam’s exit. The throng of people all around him meant finding another ledge was almost impossible.

The only way out was through. In a quick, decisive move, Adam flung himself at the ledge, scrabbling and climbing, basically between Darnell’s long, bony black feet. He expected a shove, so he suctioned himself to the pool wall like a slug, trying his damndest to get out quickly but the sag of his soaked slacks slowing him down.

“Lemme give you a hand,” Darnell said. He grabbed Adam below the armpits, slowly starting to heave him out.

Adam’s heart flooded with gratitude in that brief moment. He had Darnell pegged all wrong, it seemed. The man was not the bully his friends were. This train of thought lasted all of three seconds before Adam felt familiar fingertips at the cusp of his pant legs.

He was halfway out of the pool, Darnell pulling him forward, while Tremane yanked his pants back.

“WHAT WAIT NO!”

Hahahaha!

With a belt cinched tightly around his waist it was no miracle that Adam’s underwear came off, along with the slacks, as Tremane yanked them free from Adam’s legs like two sucking eels. There was a moment in that human tug of war when the pants caught around Adam’s ankles, and he was suspended at an angle in mid-air, stretched like Mel Gibson at the end of the Braveheart, Darnell pulling him out, Tremane pulling him back. Adam’s chunky cheeks faced the back of the yard, while the frontside of his body faced the entire party. He knew the moment

he was naked to them, and he knew there was absolutely nothing he could do.

“Look at his tiny dick!” Haley screeched, actually pointing to it from beside Darnell. “Just shrinkage, riiight!”

HAHAHA! HAHAHA!

The pants squelched off his body and his lower half fell back down into the water. But Darnell was strong, and with one great heave, hoisted Adam out of the pool and deposited him onto the ground beside Haley. The only parts of Adam that weren’t pale were his tomato red face and neck. His hands quickly moved to cover his nudity.

HAHAHA! HAHAHAH!

He was trapped. Pointing fingers and laughing faces. If he turned to run, they’d see his ass jiggle every humiliating step of the way. If he stayed put, only God knew what new humiliation Haley and Darnell and Tremane would think of.

Tanya couldn’t look at him – the only one on the patio not laughing hysterically.

HAHAHA! HAHAHA!

“Give me back my clothes!” Adam yelled painfully. “Right now! And then you can all leave! GET OUT!”

The storm of laughter weakened, replaced with dying chuckles and then a creeping silence that somehow seemed worse. Tremane had his shirt and slacks in the pool, balling them up into a sopping mop head. He turned around and launched them across the patio.

“Go get’ em,” Tremane grunted.
Adam hesitated.
“Go on!” Haley yelled. “Hop to!” SMACK! She clapped his

ass hard enough to make Adam jump. “Go!” SMACK! “GO!” SMACK!

Adam tarried, trying to block the blows and cover himself at the same time. More laughter started again, this time growing intensity as people tried to hold it back. Adam shuffled, the crowd parting, the murmurs and mirth steadily increasing.

“Look at them white boy cheeks doing the walk of shame!” Tremane guffawed. “Go on and spank it everybody! Get that white boy moving!”

Crack! Whap! Smack!

His guests were spanking him. Each and every one that he passed.

Crack! SMACK!

Adam reached the soggy pile of clothing on the ground. He knelt down, trying to scoop it into his arms and not uncover his privates at the same time.

“I can see his little dink,” Haley screeched over the crowd. “Tiny dick! Tiny dick!”

Adam held the soggy clothes over his privates and darted for the door. He wanted to get inside, away from everyone, get them all out of his house and bar Haley and her stupid friends from ever setting foot inside his house again.

But someone, and he never knew who, stuck their foot out during Adam’s mad dash for the house. It sent him sprawling, on

his back, with no cover at all. This exposed body was illuminated in the shining suns, punctuated by the camera flashes from smartphones.

Hahahaha! Hahahaha!

Four

In his bedroom Adam found a hidden bottle of top shelf tequila he’d stored away so his guests wouldn’t get their grubby hands on it. He popped the cork and drank it warm until his stomach and his throat were burning. He fought back the urge to cry. From the window, he could hear the party down below – it sounded as if it was breaking up.

His ass stung from all the spanking. In his mind, he kept seeing himself being pulled between Treman and Darnell, trying to see it from the perspective of the other guests. From Tany’s perspective. Any way he looked at it, it was not a good outcome. He’d been outed and humiliated against his own will. He lifted the tequila bottle to his lips and drank deep. Adam wanted to sleep for a thousand years.

CLUNK! Tanya burst inside and slammed the door behind her.

“Now you’ve really done it, Adam!” She was red, and not just from the sunburn. Tanya still dripped from the pool, and the disheveled strap of her bikini revealed a stark, shocking tan line of milky white beside dark red. “Everyone is leaving! You ruined the party!”

She can’t be reasoned with when she’s like this, Adam reminds himself.

“The only people who ruined the party were Haley and those bullies she brought with her,” Adam said it through clenched teeth. “I mean my God, Tanya. You dated that fucking asshole?”

Tanya stopped pacing and leveled her eyes at him, hands on hips. “He’s not that bad he’s just drunk,” she said defensively. “And they were just kidding around with you! Why do you take everything so personal!”

“They took my clothes, Tanya!” Adam shot off the bed. “They’re being rude in my house!”

“Our house!”
“You know what I mean! Why didn’t you stick up for me?”

Tanya’s expression then was as if someone told her two plus two equaled five. “Why didn’t you stick up for yourself?”

“I want them gone. All of them. Party is over.”

“Obviously you asshole!” Tanya stamped her foot and her tits jiggled madly. “And we were just starting to have fun too! This is all your fault!”

She pushed past Adam – shoving him hard – and went for the tequila bottle on his nightstand. Tanya took it with her as she marched out of the room and slammed the door shut behind her.

Adam laid down, closed his eyes, and listened for the sounds of the party dissipating. Against his eyelids he replayed the horrible moments so far from the day, each one gradually worsening, and somehow making him the villain in Tanya’s eyes. Adam couldn’t ignore the way she was with Tremane. Was there still something there? Something unfinished?

Too big to fit.

He got up. He was drunk enough to be unsteady on his face and decided it was probably time for a shower. A chance to wash

away the stench of defeat and humiliation. Maybe Tanya will calm down by the time I get out, he thought. Or better yet – maybe she’ll pass out. Everyone should be gone by then anyway.

The master bedroom had its own bath. Adam left the robe on his bed and walked in naked. He turned the shower temp up, hoping for enough steam to blind him, and not allow him to look back at the day’s events. But even there in that most private of places he couldn’t help but relive the horrors of the afternoon. Tanya spun round and round by Tremane. Tanya stripped and exposed in front of their guests and Adam’s friends. And by far, worst of all, Adam himself stripped nude and badly heckled. Spanked by guests in his own home. Hopelessness washed over him – he doubted he could ever look any of those people in the face again. And then what did that mean for his relationship with Tanya? He didn’t know. He couldn’t help but feel betrayed by her lack of loyalty to him. Her inability to see what kind of person Tremane really was.

Haley is her best friend – what does that say about her? I think maybe those tits and that tight little pussy have blinded you to the truth.

A sound came from the bedroom. Adam almost called out to Tanya but felt too defeated even for that. He figured she’d come for her inevitable pass-out nap. Adam looked down at his penis – still shriveled with embarrassment. Even he had been shaken by just how tiny it looked in the glaring sun under all those prying eyes. His mushroom tip pulled so close to his body, the thing dangling at awkward angle, his balls forming one indistinguishable sack.

Mmmmm...

Adam’s head perked up to the sound. He listened closer.

Mmmmm...

It didn’t sound like Tanya. Not at all. Instead of killing the shower, Adam quietly slid the glass door back and stepped out onto the tile. The door to the bedroom was closed but the sound persisted.

Mmmmm...

He advanced through the steam. Why was he so nervous? It wasn’t Tanya. It wasn’t Tremane.

That’s right.

That voice was deeper. Familiar. Adam’s stomach tied in a knot and every possibility that existed between his girlfriend and her ex-boyfriend played out behind the white door. If he opened that door and saw them, together...Adam didn’t know what he would do.

He crouched down, eyes to doorknob, and slowly, silently opened the bathroom door. A single inch. Naked, dripping wet, he peered through.

Haley sat at the foot of the bed. She was topless, legs hanging over the edge. Her perky tits jiggled with the work of stroking Darnell’s obscenely curved ebony meat. She had two hands stacked, one on the other, along the middle of the shaft. Haley wrapped her lips around the sleek mushroom head, taking him as far back in her throat as her small body would allow.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned into his cock.
“Whose room is this?” Darnell asked.
Haley took him out of her mouth, still jerking, and flashed

her green eyes upwards. “Adam and Tanya’s.” She laughed a little. “This is the white boy’s bed?” Darnell asked.
“Mmhmm.”
“How the fuck did that pussy get a girl like Tanya? Why she

leave Tremane in the first place?”
Adam’s mouth went dry. Haley continued to stroke Darnell

as she peered up at him, saying every word sensually, tightening her grip on his throbbing rod. “Tanya was too small for Tremane’s cock. They definitely tried, but he always had to settle for a blowjob. He cheated on her eventually, that’s what she said anyways. So, voila. This Adam loser. He’s just a rebound.”

“So he won’t mind if I fuck you in his bed then, will he?” “Not at all.”
Adam’s whole face went hot and his peripheral vision went

black. He felt like he was inside an oven looking out at life. The

moment for speaking up slipped past. He should have thrown a towel on and interrupted them the second he saw it but that first glimpse of Darnell’s penis had silenced him. How on earth did it get so big? Adam had never seen one in real life before – a black man’s cock. Sure, there were countless amounts on the internet and in the porn he watched...but witnessing it from a few feet away was a different experience.

Took your breath away, did it?

Shut up. That’s not what it was. It was shock. Nothing more. Simple shock from finding two naked people in his bed. But how did he confront them? How did he stop what was about to happen without making everything ten times worse? And that stuff about Tanya and Tremane...was that all true?

Close the door. Finish your shower. Just pretend it never happened.

But Adam couldn’t close the door. He couldn’t take his eyes off that jutting branch sticking straight up from the burly black bush of pubic hair on Darnell’s pelvis. Adam watched him shove

Haley back, watched them crawl across the bed together. Haley looked stunningly sexy when Darnell removed her bikini bottoms and started to tease her slit with his enormous club. Adam got excited and forgot to breathe. He wasn’t supposed to be getting hard – but from his vantage he could see the exact moment Darnell slid inside Haley.

“MMMMM!”

The bedsheets Adam slept in ruffled up around Haley’s ass and Darnell’s balls as they began to fuck missionary. Darnell fucked hard. Adam didn’t understand how Haley could handle so much. Darnell was drunk and rough and sweating. He grabbed a pillow beside Haley’s head – Adam’s pillow – and used it to wipe the sweat from his face, neck, chest, and abs. Then he slid it under Haley’s lower back to improve the angle of their fucking.

No, no, no! This can’t be happening! That’s my fucking pillow!

Adam’s hand feinted to his dangling crotch, teasing his hardening dick, knowing just how wrong this was. But who made

the first mistake? Why were they in his bed? And if Haley and Darnell were here, then where did that leave Tanya and Tremane?

“Fuuuuck, Darnell,” Haley breathed. “Fuuuuck meeee!”

Darnell did a number on her. Adam stroked in shameful silence. The big black man sweat on Adam’s bed and made a mess of his sheets. Adam stared at the blur of cock railing little Haley, keeping exact count off all the times the man’s big droopy ball sack dragged across his bedspread.

“Huh-UUUGGHH!” Darnell pulled out and sprayed Haley down with hot, far-spitting ropes of white nut. They cleared her torso at first, splashing her in the face while other wayward wads clung to the bed sheets. The final spurts got her tits, tummy, and pussy. “Huh-UUUUGHHH!” It was a firehose of nut, and Adam sat in disbelief at the power of Darnell’s piece. A power that Adam himself had never and would never know.

“You made a mess baby,” Haley giggled. “You gotta clean it up.”

Darnell laughed and yanked Adam’s pillow out from underneath Haley. Using it like a giant mop head, he started to wipe up and down Haley’s messy body.

“You’re smearing it!” Haley laughed, annoyed. “Get something else! It’s in my eye!”

Darnell’s long black dick hung half alive between his legs, and it swung back and forth like a pendulum as he walked to Adam’s dresser, opened the middle drawer, and withdrew a few of his favorite t-shirts. Darnell brought them to Haley and helped her diligently get up all the cum.

They discarded the soiled pillow and clothing on the floor and started to fuck again.

Adam’s heart began to thud with a mixture of anger, humiliation, and fear. How do I get out of this? What if they fuck all day and night? What the fuck is going on in MY HOUSE!

The bed sheets stretched and tensed, stained with sweat and semen, coming undone at the corners so that the pile of bedding began to wrap around their twisting perspiring bodies. Haley

moaned louder. Darnell plowed her deeply, not so sweetly, hammering her insides apart with quick, powerful thrusts of his hips. The bedside table where Adam kept his reading glasses, a book, and a picture frame of himself and Tanya was destroyed with the wild kick of Haley’s leg. The headboard started to scrape the wall, then dent it, wearing away a hole that would not be cheap to fix.

Adam bit his tongue. What was he supposed to do? He gripped his thin lizzy in a choked grasp, the pink head not even visible at the end of his fist. He could not take his eyes off the black mass that was Darnell, and the way the man’s hips and ass rose and fell, propelling that great piston downward.

Haley arched her head back, announcing her climax. Darnell went balls deep and grunted.
And Adam, having soaked the tile below him with the water

dripping from his body, adjusted a mere inch within that squatting position he held. But the puddle was substantial, and his legs were tired. Adam slipped backwards and tried to catch

himself with the door – pulling it open wide and sending a great billow of steam out all at once.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Haley screamed.

Adam was on his back, his dick purple with rigidity, legs open, his face in shock. Darnell and Haley were mid-coitus, Darnell on top and only just realizing who it was in the bathroom. Haley’s face was upside down, but she knew well enough what was going on.

“Oh my God EW!” Haley screamed breathlessly. “He’s hard! He’s been watching us fuck!”

“NO I HAVEN’T!” Adam screamed, covering himself, trying to scramble to his feet. “I was in the shower! I was just coming out! I didn’t know!”

“You fucking piece of shit,” Darnell growled, pulling out of Haley’s cunt and standing up. His penis glistened with Haley’s pleasure, it was elongated and pulling Darnell forward like a magnet was attached to the end of it. His muscles flexed as he drew nearer, his teeth clenched.

“It’s not what you think!” Adam pleaded. “PLEASE I SWEAR!”

“You’re going to pay for this one, boy,” Darnell spat. “You’re going to pay through the teeth.”

As Darnell bent over to grab him by the hair, Adam had a fleeting glimpse of his own manhood beside Darnell’s. It was a catastrophic joke. The sheer proximity and size of the thing scared Adam’s dick into flight. He shriveled in real time as Darnell yanked him to his feet. The black man didn’t lose an inch.

“Creeping on me and my girl, cuck?” Darnell growled. He had Adam by the hair and the arm – not violent, but certainly persuasive. “You know what I oughta do to you for that?”

“Please,” Adam started to cry. “I didn’t mean to!”

Haley stepped into the bathroom slowly. She was completely naked and had no problem with Adam seeing. She stalked up to him like a big cat on the savannah, her green eyes alight with murder.

“How long were you watching us, Adam?” Her gaze raked his naked, trembling body.

“Not long I swear to you! I swear!”

“Your little baby carrot looked hard,” she giggled. “Go on and move your hands. Let’s see if it’s still hard.”

Adam’s hands tightened around his package, but Darnell yanked one free with ease. Then he let go of Adam’s hair, grabbed the other hand, and pulled it away. Darnell restrained Adam with sheer strength and left his crotch completely exposed. In the struggle, Darnell’s raging erection slapped of Adam’s thighs. Adam didn’t dare move again for fear of the uncertain feelings that came with that touch.

“You’re so small,” Haley said, reaching in and flicking his white worm. “Not a shower. Not a grower. Just a fucking bore. Honestly, I feel bad for Tanya. No wonder her and Tremane are reconnecting so well.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Adam fired off, no longer struggling in Darnell’s arms.

“You’re a fucking pervert, you know that?” Haley said. “Spying on me and Darnell.”

“You were in my bed!”
“How were we supposed to know that?”
“You knew! I heard you!”
“I thought you weren’t watching that long?”
Adam shut his mouth. He was one of three naked people in

that bathroom but was by far the most vulnerable. The constant distraction of Darnell’s unwavering rigidity confused and befuddled him.

“Look at him looking at your cock, Darnell,” Haley said with venom. “He was looking at your muscles in the pool earlier, too. I think Adam here is probably one of those closet fags that dreams about sucking black dick.”

“Is that what you were doing, boy?” Darnell said. “Staring at my dick while I was fucking my girl? That’s fucking pathetic, my dude. Bet you wished you were Haley, huh? Letting the big black dick rearrange your guts from the inside.”

Adam was starting to hyperventilate, the shame and humiliation and confusion proving to be too much. He tried to deny the accusations, to tell them they were wrong, and he was not gay and that he just wanted to be left alone. He didn’t understand how he had become the bad guy in all of this!

“What’s going on in here?” Tanya’s voice came sudden and sharp from the bedroom. Adam’s body froze when he heard his girlfriend draw a desperate gasp of air into her lungs. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!”

“Should I tell her,” Haley winked at Adam, “or should you?”

Five

Adam stood before a tribunal in his own living room. The robe he’d left on the bed, the one now matted with sweat and what he was pretty sure were cum stains, was fastened loosely to his frame as he tried to stand up to the onslaught of misinformation being presented again him.

“And he was hard, Tanya,” Haley said, back in her black bikini. “He’d been watching us for a while.”

“I can’t believe you,” Tanya said in a whoosh of breath, arms crossed under her angry breasts. “Of all days to be a loose cannon you pick today!”

“It’s not like that,” Adam said, his voice closer to a whisper than a mumble. “I was coming out of the shower, and I saw them. I wanted to say something but...but...”

“But what, boy?” Tremane intruded, crossing his arms over his huge chest. “You decided to be a pervert instead?”

Adam tightened the robe around his midsection. Even though everyone else was in bikinis and swim trunks, he still felt the most exposed. How quickly that robe could be taken away from him was ever present in his mind. All four of them were drunk and feeding off each other with a gang mentality.

“I’m just so embarrassed right now,” Tanya said overdramatically, hiding her face in Haley’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry. He’s drunk or something. I don’t know.”

Adam wanted to shake her – tell her she was seeing it all wrong. But right then she seemed a million miles away, with two big black mountains to either side of her for protection. It was maddening.

“I think it’s time everyone went home,” Adam said. “Let me and Tanya hash this out alone.”

“You ain’t getting off that easy, kid,” Darnell stepped closer. “You were spying on me and my girl. Jerking your little dick. You gotta pay for that.”

Tanya looked up from Haley’s shoulder. She was dazed drunk but looked a little concerned for the first time. Concerned for Adam. But she didn’t say anything – just watched and waited.

“I can apologize,” Adam said, though he wasn’t quite sure that was a one-way street. “If it will make you feel any better.”

Haley came closer. The awful gleam of her poisonous stare was almost twitchy, as if her brain were working overtime behind it.

“We’re all friends here, right?” Haley spoke slowly – an even tempo with plenty of pause and breath. “We’ve all maybe had a little too much to drink. I think we can move right past this...as long as Adam really is sorry.”

Adam swallowed: “I am.”

“Are you sure, Adam? Because I have to say, being a peeping tom is illegal. You didn’t just invade Darnell’s privacy, you invaded mine. A woman. That doesn’t look well on job applications, does it? But like I said, no one has to know anything.

We can forget the whole thing. But I really need to know you mean it when you say it, Adam.”

Tanya’s face was full of hope. She could save face if Adam did too. She looked at him now like he knew what to say.

“Alright,” he licked his lips. “Haley...Darnell...I am so, so sorry.”

“For what?” Haley cocked her head slightly to the side. Her expression stayed glued to her face.

“For...spying on you.”
“You need to be more specific than that, Adam.”
Adam wiped sweat from his forehead before continuing. “I’m

sorry for spying on you both while you were being intimate...” Haley nodded for him to continue. “...and for, um, touching myself, while I was watching.”

“Fuckin’ cuck,” Tremane interrupted. Darnell stifled a laugh. Tanya pretended as if she hadn’t heard him.

“Aw, Adam,” Haley came closer and wrapped her thin, slinky arms around Adam’s neck. She pulled him nose to nose with her.

She pushed a strand of his brown hair back behind his ear. “I appreciate your apology. I guess we can let the whole thing go then...there’s just one more thing you gotta do for me. To prove your sincerity, yah know?”

Adam didn’t like her touching him like this. Didn’t like her tequila breath in his face. “What do I need to do?” he said, looking at the floor.

“You just wait her one sec.”

Haley padded away, out the patio doors. Adam and the others watched her through the glass. First, she dipped her feet in the pool – right on the first step. Then she tiptoed over to the flower bed along the fence that separated Adam’s property from the neighbor. The bed had been Tanya’s idea, a place to plant herbs and spices and maybe even get some tomatoes to grow eventually. So far, nothing sprouted. But the soil was thick and wet and black when Haley sunk her feet down in it, up to the ankles. That soil, Adam and Tanya knew, was a compound of dirt

and fertilizer. Haley squeezed her toes within the shallow grave and giggled.

She came back to the patio door and stepped inside the house. Her filthy feet left prints on the hardwood. She stopped in front of Adam and pointed down at her dirty digits.

“If you’re sorry you can kiss them,” Haley scrunched her toes against the floor. “And then I’ll know for sure you really mean it.”

Darnell and Tremane covered their mouths, chuckling, impressed with Haley’s level of pettiness. Tanya, drunk as she was, wiped her mouth and shook her head. She said nothing – her eyes said everything.

“I’m not going to do that,” Adam said. “I think this has all gone far enough.”

“You know what’s too far, Adam?” Haley’s tone changed on a dime to something sinister. “Playing a peeping fucking Tom. So either you’re sorry, and you’re going to clean my feet to prove it, or you’re not sorry, and maybe some other people need to know about your little compulsion.”

Tanya spoke quickly and out of breath: “Just fucking do it, Adam. You dug your own grave on this one.”

If Adam had any other reservations, he kept them silent at the sight of Darnell and Tremane’s flexing biceps. He was cornered in spirit and body. Nowhere to run as his penis sucked up inside its foreskin.

“Clean,” Haley said bluntly.

Adam began to crouch. Tremane snatched the bath robe off of him so quickly Adam barely had time to tug back. He was naked in a blink. Covering himself pathetically once more. He looked at Tanya in that moment, far too much fear on his face to be respected and regretted the decision instantly. She couldn’t even look him in the eyes.

“Now you can clean em’,” Tremane laughed.
Tanya watched with a sickening expression as her boyfriend

wilted like a naked flower and got down on his hands and knees. Adam stretched his neck downward, the smell of fresh summer

dirt sharp in his nostrils, the sight of Haley’s dirty little toes repulsive yet delicate.

Adam puckered and planted a kiss on a small portion of Haley’s foot that was not covered in dirt – along the knuckle of the big toe.

“I said clean not kiss,” Haley turned bitchy. “Come on now, stupid. Surely you know the difference.”

Adam shook his head: “I can’t.”

Haley’s foot jabbed off the ground, her small bunch of five buckle toes pressing against Adam’s mouth as he tried to move away. Darnell and Tremane caught him by the shoulders, and he was immobilized. The dirty garden foot burrowed past his pursed lips and filled his mouth with the taste of dirt and sweat. His teeth raked clumps of it off the bottom of her foot. He choked on it even as her toes gagged him at the back of his throat.

“Fucking CLEAN it, Adam! Good! GOOOD BOY!”

Naked, hunched, and trembling, Adam’s struggle against the black men weakened and he adopted that broken posture and ate

what he was given. His tongue darted between her toes, scraped along her nails, eventually found its way to her heel and took the whole thing.

“Jesus, Adam,” Tanya said, pure unfiltered disappointment. “Jesus Christ.”

“Look at his dick, Tanya,” Haley said, standing on one foot with great balance. “It’s like a clit at this point.”

It was true. Adam’s penis had turned tail and ran. It was a squishy thimble of foreskin now, no real mass, just small fleshy folds. But something strange started to happen to it when Haley traded out one foot for another. This time, she ordered him to clean the underside first – tongue only. Tanya watched in disgust, Darnell and Tremane laughed hysterically, and Haley giggled incessantly. But Adam began to change down there. That fleshy pocket between his thighs plumped out and then a small pink mushroom head appeared.

“Oh my God look at his little dick!” Haley gasped. “He’s getting hard again! Hahaha!”

“White boy must like getting put in his place,” Darnell laughed.

“Check your boyfriend, Tanya,” Tremane barked. “Getting hard lickin’ another bitch’s feet!”

When Adam tried to cover up, they yanked his hands back. Haley arched her foot down and pushed forward – sliding her five dirty toes past Adam’s black caked lips. He coughed, slicking the top of Haley’s foot with spit. Tanya looked away and staggered off to find the remains of the tequila bottle.

Haley’s feet were slicked with spit and faint traces of dirt. Adam desperately wanted a glass of water. His tongue was forced to snake up under her toenails, finding the black dirt packed there, and freeing it with his taste buds and spit. Her little toe was the most degrading, the nail curved up and back, revealing an entire pane of filthy toenail. He licked.

“Now blow dry them,” Haley said, spreading her toes apart just inches from where his face hovered over the ground. “Go on. Blow.”

Tanya stumbled back into the living room, drinking straight from the bottle, just as Adam opened his lips and began to blow air all over Haley’s dainty feet.

“Hehe!” Haley giggled. “That tickles, Adam!”

Darnell and Tremane carried on, cracking up, unable to stop themselves from indulging.

“Keep blowin’ princess,” Darnell guffawed.
“This the weakest shit I ever seen,” Tremane gasped.
If Adam was happy about anything, it was that he didn’t have

to see Tanya while he did this. Her legs were in his periphery, standing there, waiting for him to finish. And then what? What would be left between them after she bared witness to his weakness?

So stand up and do something about it!

But they had him on the hook. A peeping tom. A voyeur. It wouldn’t take long for that information to get out. Why didn’t Tanya understand that it wasn’t even his fault that he’d gotten

into this mess, and even less his fault now that he was trying to get out of it?

“Good boy, Adam,” Haley said sweetly. “Blow between those toesies. Yes, boy.”

At the very end, as he puckered and blew in the space between her big toe and the one beside it, she snatched at him with them like a living human-lobster hybrid. She caught Adam’s nose painfully, twisting and pinching it between her stinky two toes.

“AHHHH!” Adam winced.
“Got your nose! Hehe!”
Haley shoved him back with that grip, finally releasing him,

and setting both feet down on the ground. They were almost spotless.

“Alright then you’re forgiven,” she said without a second thought. “But since we have the whole place to ourselves tonight, we might as well liven this party up.”

“And restock on booze,” Darnell added.

“Right you are,” Haley winked. “Tanya, are you in?”

Tanya, visibly disturbed, nodded. But she would not even glance in Adam’s direction, where he knelt naked, his face caked with dirt and soil.

“Okay then it’s settled,” Haley sighed. “Go get dressed, bitch boy. You’re driving us to Party Central.”

Six

The store was just as empty at 5pm as it was earlier that morning when Adam had come for the chairs. The register girl, Kiara, was still on her shift, and she smiled warmly when Adam came inside, flanked by the four others.

“You again!” Kiara said excitedly. “What’d you forget?” My dignity, Adam wanted to say.
“All sorts of stuff, apparently,” Adam attempted a weak

smirk but it looked more like a grimace. Haley watched the short interaction closely, her predator brain analyzing social data at the speed of light. It was the way Adam straightened his shoulders out upon seeing the pretty black girl that told Haley everything she needed to know.

Tanya kept her distance from Adam. The five of them walked up and down the endless rows of party favors, decorations, costumes, and grocery, but not once did Adam and Tanya look like a couple. Neither one of them could really look at each other.

“Oh isn’t this sexy,” Haley said, taking a particularly slutty Halloween costume off the rack. They were in the costume section, cluttered and endless, something out of a Ray Bradbury wet dream. “How good would I look in this?”

Haley laid the bratty princess dress over her slim figure and modeled it for them. It was frilly and purple, with lots of white fringe and a corset style lacing up the front. It barely made it down to Haley’s caramel thighs. Tanya’s attention was far away and lost in thought, she said nothing. Darnell and Tremane were quiet too, but quite present. Their gazes were as calculating as Haley’s.

Haley looked at Adam and raised her eyebrows. “Sexy, isn’t it Adam?”

“I guess.” Adam put his hands in his pockets.

“I bet it’d look good on you, Tanya,” Haley thrust the dress at her, draping it over Tanya’s buoyant tits. “Sexy, huh guys?”

Darnell licked his lips and nodded. Tremane snickered.

“We’re not here to play dress up,” Adam sighed. “I thought we were grabbing a few decorations, another bottle of booze for a few more drinks, and then calling it a night.”

Tanya rolled her eyes and interjected: “God you’re so old sometimes, Adam. So what if we want to have a little fun. It’s Saturday night.”

“Yeah let’s get ourselves a little fashion show goin’,” Tremane said, flicking through more slutty outfits on the rack. “See how the ladies be looking in these.”

The thought of Tanya trying on any of these dresses in the presence of Tremane and Darnell made Adam’s skin crawl. What stupid, idiotic idea was this, anyway? It’s not like they were a group of close friends. This was a mishmash group created by too much alcohol and too little fortitude. Adam knew he was guilty of some things, mainly of not putting his foot down. He just wasn’t good at stuff like this – at confrontation. But now they wanted more booze, more party, and they wanted Haley and Tanya to start dressing up like whores? None of it made any sense to Adam.

And the more he went along with it, the more he couldn’t help but feel like he was the butt of some unseen joke.

Haley, Darnell, and Tremane turned their backs to him and Tanya. The trio rifled through costumes and absurd props (masks, gloves, fake jewelry – there were even fake noses, mustaches, ears, and other realistic body parts). Adam turned to Tanya, reached his hand out for hers, and she allowed him to take it, though it was without warmth or tenderness.

“Can we go talk somewhere?” Adam whispered. “Just for a sec?”

Tanya’s big blue eyes blinked. She shrugged.

“We’re gonna go get more booze while you guys do whatever it is you’re doing,” Adam said to the trio.

“Don’t cheap out now,” Tremane said, handling a particularly horrid looking pink onesie. “Get the good shit.”

Adam and Tanya sauntered off together, fingers coming undone, hands separating. They went all the way to the other end of the store, where the grocery was, and the liquor store. Adam

purposefully led them along the back of the store, so they wouldn’t have to pass Kiara at the front. Why? Did it matter? Not really, no. But Kiara was cute, and she was nice, and it’s common for people who feel their relationship is floundering to keep their ears and eyes open for other fish in the sea.

Is that what our relationship is doing? Floundering. Christ, everything was fine this morning!

When they were in the tequila aisle Adam finally found the courage to speak to her.

“Look, Tanya...I don’t know what the hell is going on today. But I know you haven’t gotten the whole picture. I just need a few minutes to explain.”

“Can we not right now?” Tanya rubbed her temples like she was already getting a hangover. “It’s all so fucking weird and like, I know Haley is probably fucking with you a little bit –

“Probably? Did you see what she made me do?”

“No one made you do anything.” Tanya’s tone tightened up. A hardness came into her tired, pretty features. “I don’t even know what that was. I don’t want to talk about it.”

She snatched a bottle of hundred-dollar Tequila off the shelf. “You got this, right?”

“When are they leaving?” Adam balked. “When are they going home?”

“Stop it, Adam.”
“Stop what? They’re bullies.”
“You ruined the housewarming party I’ve been planning for

weeks. The least you can do is let my friends hang out late on a Saturday.”

“Is that what Tremane is? Your friend?”
“Is that a problem?”
“Tanya. He’s a dick.”
Tanya mumbled something under her breath that Adam

didn’t catch.
“What was that?”

“I need another drink before I’m hungover,” she said, taking his hand. “Can we just forget about today, for tonight? We can talk about all that stuff tomorrow. When we’re not shitfaced drunk. But I just need you to be cool, okay? Just, like, stop being so uptight. And if Tremane or any of them give you shit, give them shit back. It’s your house.”

Adam looked down at her hand in his. Her thumb rubbed across the inside of his palm, moist and fleshy. There was still something there. Some spark. Despite what he’d witnessed, despite what she had seen him do, hope was not lost. There was still a mountain of issues to sift through, but at least he could believe that would happen tomorrow. He just had to get through tonight.

“Promise me you won’t let them make you wear those crazy outfits?” Adam said as they turned for the front of the store. “It’s just an excuse for Haley to torture me and for Tremane to drool over you.”

Tanya gave him a promising smile and said: “No one will make me do anything I don’t want to do. And I won’t embarrass you, Adam. But you need to do your part too. And that means lightening up.”

She kissed him on the cheek and Adam felt better than he had in hours.

Haley, Darnell, and Tremane were waiting at the checkout register. Kiara was scanning a pile of clothing and accessories piled high on the counter. Haley had her phone out, showing something to Darnell and Tremane, who were laughing as giddily as school children. As Adam and Tanya came closer, the trio’s voices hushed, became more savage.

“Oh shit she got the big bottle,” Tremane grinned when he saw Tanya with the tequila. Haley put her phone away and Darnell straightened up. “That’s my girl. Always learning to take bigger.”

Adam’s eyes met Tremane’s. Tremane dared him to say something. Adam didn’t take the bait. He resolved to ignore and

withstand – and simply survive the evening with Tanya at his side in the morning.

Tanya set the tequila bottle down beside the stack of costumes. Kiara scanned it with a beep of her gun.

“Oh hey wait a sec,” Adam said, startled. “That’s not all on one.”

“No problem,” Kiara smiled at him, “I can take it off.”

“I don’t have my card,” Haley stuck out her bottom lip. “I’ll have to Venmo you or something.”

Adam looked at each of the other two in turn, knowing their answer would be the same. Begrudgingly, he pulled out his wallet, and selected a credit card.

“Could you get me a receipt for all this?” Adam asked Kiara.

“Of course I can,” she said, taking the card and swiping it. The total made Adam’s stomach hurt. “Gosh I wish I had a friend like you,” Kiara continued. “Every time I see you here, you’re doing nice stuff for your friends.”

The men snickered behind. Adam caught Tanya’s expression – one that he’d not seen before. Was that mild jealousy, he detected? Surely she could see this girl was just being nice, doing her job...but then again, alcohol had a way of messing with Tanya’s reasoning.

“Sorry it’s taking so long,” Kiara said, waiting for the total to go through on the system. “It’s been acting funny all night.”

“We’re in no rush,” Haley tapped her fingernails on the counter and leaned closer to Kiara. “Our buddy Adam here put on a party today and it was just the best.”

“I can believe it,” Kiara glanced at Adam again. “I know the sweet ones when I see them.”

“Awww, did you hear that, Tanya?” Haley’s voice was annoying and shrill. “She called Adam sweet.”

The register system made a noise and the screen flashed red.

“Shoot, I’m sorry, Adam honey,” Kiara said. “Can you swipe your card one more time?”

Adam reached into his back pocket for his wallet. As he did so, Haley pulled out her phone, examining the screen with a cruel grin. The two brutes stood so close to Adam they could have been mistaken for thugs trying to pressure him into the purchase. Perhaps they were. And then there was Tanya. Tanya, very clearly, did not like the way Kiara was looking at and speaking to Adam – not one bit. It’s impossible to know exactly the inner workings of her tequila-fiending mind in that moment, but it was clear to Adam that she was about to claim him. Claim him by way of telling this sweet, pretty, black girl that he, Adam White Boy, was hers – that he belonged to Tanya. Adam felt the cusp of this interaction in his bones - Tanya was about to be a bitch to this girl for no good reason. And any other day of the year Adam might have intervened before it was too late. But if Tanya was feeling possessive now, even after all that had transpired that afternoon, Adam had no choice but to welcome it. Because when it comes to swimming over sinking, sometimes others must be pushed under

to ensure our own survival. So, Adam said nothing. He braced himself.

But it was Haley who swooped in.

“Wanna see some pics from the party today, Kiara?” Haley’s predator greens lingered on the black girl’s nametag. “It was a real riot.”

“Sure, I guess so,” Kiara said, inclining her head as Haley tuned the phone around.

“These guys are always messing around,” Haley giggled. “You know how men are.”

Adam watched Kiara’s face change as she deciphered the picture in front of her. Her expression began as polite retail worker, moved to sheer confusion, shock, and then came a single gasping laugh that accompanied her big eyes opening in totality.

Kiara clamped a hand over her mouth and the laughter began to roll out of her in a mirthful, undulating rhythm. The kind of laugh that was infections. And honest. Oh so brutally honest.

“Funny, right?” Haley turned her lippy grin on Adam as she continued to hold the phone up for Kiara. “That’s why we love him. Adam’s such a nice little guy.”

The register system dinged and the pin pad asked for a signature. Adam, confused and unable to put the pieces together quite yet, absently signed his name on the dotted line but never took his eyes off Kiara.

“Oh my GOD,” Kiara cracked to pieces, “no! Just NO!”

Haley flicked the screen towards Adam and Tanya. The picture here was different than the one Adam had created in his mind of that horrible moment. He was stretched further than he thought in the photo – Darnell had him by the wrists at this point, pulling him up and out of the pool. Tremane towered out of the water, yanking Adam’s pants so hard that his knees were locked and his legs outstretched. And in the middle of the frame, Adam’s bare, shaved groin. His scared penis and nonexistent testicles. A pink gumdrop on a white platter.

Adam went pale. He tried to speak but his stomach hurt too badly. Tanya had started to giggle like crazy, taking a few steps away from him to be closer to Tremane. She did this without thinking.

“I mean look at that thing,” Haley zoomed in hard, filling the phone screen with Adam’s pink penis. “Don’t you love his confidence, Kiara?”

Kiara slapped the countertop – Whap! Whap! Whap! She was laughing so hard tears were at the corners of her eyes. She turned her head away from the phone, putting a hand up to block it, briefly looking into Adam’s face when she said: “I can’t look at that shit without laughing! You gotta put that tiny thing away, girl!”

Kiara’s shrill giggles followed the five of them out of Party Central, and Tanya never told her who Adam belonged to.

Seven

The dream from the night before came back to him with vivid intensity. It was triggered by an emotion. By the feeling of being completely abandoned and yet crushed at the same time. An avalanche. In his dream, Adam had been skiing smooth, flat terrain, covered in powdery white snow. Everything was fine. But along the way he nicked a rock – one tiny rock – and suddenly the earth roared around him, and he was swallowed by a wave of freezing snow. There was no way out. Except to wake up.

But there was no waking up from this nightmare.

The expensive bottle of tequila was half gone before they pulled into the driveway of Adam’s townhouse. All four of them had elected to ride in the back seat, smushed together, with Tanya in Tremane’s lap. Adam was silent, eyes darting to the rearview, fuming that Tanya’s cute little ass was pressed into Tremane’s thigh. And God knew what else.

The loud, drunken foursome burst into his home without a care. Haley turned the music up. Everyone stripped quickly down to their bathing suits and bikinis. Tanya was ignoring Adam. Really, everyone was. Everyone but Haley. She made Adam so incredibly nervous.

I’d be better off going to bed, he told himself as he watched them dump out the bags from Party Central onto the living room floor. Let them finish without me and wake up with them gone tomorrow. But he knew that leaving Tremane and Tanya alone together was a bad idea. They were both way too drunk. The alcohol was the only reason Adam would allow himself to forgive Tanya for sitting in Tremane’s lap. The entire thing was one giant insult. An insult, he knew, Tany would apologize for in the morning.

“Oh look at this one!” Haley shouted. She held a loudly colored clown outfit, only it was something a coed might wear – skimpy and short, with garters and lace, great fuzzy bright balls

along breasts and crotch. “Who first! Who first!” she shouted, like a brat at a birthday party.

Tanya was on her knees, breasts cuddled between her arms, while she admired the garment in her hands. It was white and sheer. Form fitting. Sexy. The small red cross on it revealed it to be a nurse’s uniform, but there certainly wasn’t enough material to make even that. More disheartening, Adam saw, was Tremane standing over her, looking at the outfit, and looking at Tanya, a smile on his face so daft it might as well have been a jackal’s leer.

“I think Tanya gonna go first,” Tremane sneered. “She got something real nice picked out.”

“I’d love to see that,” Darnell smirked.

Tanya cocked her head, looking at Adam from the floor. Her expression was guarded and uncertain. Certainly drunk. Adam shook his head to form the smallest of nonverbal no’s. Tanya chuffed audibly through her nose – frustrated.

“Maybe Haley should go first,” Tanya said with a clenched jaw.

“Or maybe these boys are getting a little too excited,” Haley said sly as a fox. “That’s Adam’s girlfriend you’re talking about, Tremane. Do you think he’s just gonna let you stand there and stare at her?”

Tremane looked Adam dead in the eyes: “Something like that.”

“You know I’ve had about enough of your bullying,” Adam said, finding some courage inside the exhaustion. “I’ve had about all I’m going to take in my house.”

“Our house,” Tanya corrected him. “And Tremane was just joking. Right, Tremane?”

Before Tremane could answer, Haley cut in: “I’ve got a game we could play. For the fashion show. So nobody sees anything they aren’t supposed to see.”

The image of Tanya’s exposed tit as she swam in the pool flashed neon inside Adam’s mind. The picture on Haley’s phone came next. The look on everyone’s faces when it happened. There

had been far too much of it – see something you weren’t supposed to. Saying things. Doing things.

“We use these three blindfolds and voila – no peeking,” Haley started, picking through the assortment of props. “These handcuffs are soft, but you boys won’t be taking your hands out unless we slip the latch on them, especially if we cuff you behind the back of a chair. So no cheating, either. Then, while you three are blind and bound, Tanya and I make our way through some of these cute little outfits. We won’t even have to leave the room – we’ll be changing right in front of you, and you won’t be able to see it. Then comes the fun part. A fourth blindfold goes on one of us girls. The other spins her round and round until she’s too dizzy to know what is where and who is who. And whoever she stumbles into first gets to take a peek! Maybe he even gets a little dance.”

Adam’s reluctance was palpable even as the two brutes agreed. Haley, Darnell, and Tremane ignored Adam’s protests entirely as they went to bring in three chairs from the pool patio, before ambling off to the kitchen and pouring up a fresh round of

tequila shots. Tanya came to Adam, her petite, sex bomb body as alluring as ever in the small black bikini.

“It’s just a game, baby,” she sighed. “A stupid drunken game. We’re all adults. Just having fun. It’s not like I won’t know who you are – those guys are twice your size.”

“Gee thanks, Tanya.”

“That’s not what I mean! I just mean I’ll find you. Haley will spin me around and I’ll come to you, and we’ll mess around, and they’ll forget about the game in ten minutes. Just play along a while. For me? It’d be nice if at least one thing went right today.”

Adam tried not to scream. “Easy for you to say. What was that shit they pulled at Party Central? Why the fuck is she showing that picture to people?”

“I think you’re embarrassed because you have a crush on that cashier,” Tanya sounded annoyed.

“That’s not true and that is not the point!”

“Adam if you don’t want to play maybe you should just go to bed then!” she scream-whispered it. “I’m telling you I’ll fucking

find you! I’ll come to you! Not Tremane – if that’s what you’re so insecure about!”

Haley strode into the living room with a fresh round shots, Tremane and Darnell to either side of her. None of the three were talking – they’d done all that in the kitchen. Tanya hit Adam with her big, sad blue eyes - her final push to get him to go along with these shenanigans. It worked. Adam bit his tongue and did a shot with the whole group, the first time that day he’d been included in anything that didn’t involve being a target. He wasn’t even sure he totally understood the point of the game, but to announce that would just delay things.

From left to right it was Darnell, Tremane, and Adam. Each of them sat in a sturdy oak chair, their wrists bound behind them by fuzzy handcuffs around the chair’s back. Because of knobs protruding at regular intervals along the chair’s side, the cuffs were wedged tightly and could not be guided over the chair’s back by standing up. The chair would simply come with you if you tried it. Adam turned to see Haley wrapping a strange black eye mask

around Darnell’s head. Then it was Tremane’s turn – an arrogant, knowing smirk on his face as Haley covered his eyes.

Adam was looking at Tanya in the center of the room when Haley put the blindfold over his eyes. At first, his drunk, sexy girlfriend disappeared completely. But then, after a pull and an adjustment, she came back into view. Through lace, he saw her.

It was a false blindfold.
Were they all false?
“We can’t have you guys cheating by using your voice either,”

Haley said affectionately, stuffing a rubber ball gag into Adam’s mouth. She cinched it tight, his lips spread, his teeth bit around it.

Adam moaned in protest and a string of saliva pushed itself off his bottom lip.

“Shhh,” Haley said, “everybody has to wear one.”

Adam squinted behind the false blindfold. Tanya was already starting to strip – reaching for the tie on her back.

What if ALL the fucking blindfolds are FAKE?

“Oh whoopsy,” Haley breathed in his ear. “I gave you the wrong one.”

The blindfold came away. Tanya paused with her fingers at the knot of her bikini – tits still secure. Adam turned his head – Haley was removing Tremane’s blindfold. For a few seconds, Tremane and Adam looked at each other man to man – eye to eye. And then Haley swapped their blindfolds.

“MMMMM!” Adam moaned into the ball gag blocking his speech.

Haley laughed and covered his eyes. This time, it was complete and utter darkness.

In his panic he almost forgot to use the only sense left available to him – listening. There were sounds but he couldn’t distinguish them over the sound of his thudding heart. Was Haley gagging the other two? Was Tremane actively watching Tanya strip?

“They’re all blind as bats, babe,” Haley said. “Lose the top.”

The lowest of rumbling chuckles followed. It was Tremane. He was watching.

“MMMMM!” Adam moaned again.

“Oh shut up already,” Haley said impatiently. “We’re trying to change!”

Light giggling – the girls. The strain of wood under a heavy weight – could have been either of the two others bound alongside him. Suddenly, this didn’t feel like a game at all anymore, but rather, a trick. Haley’s cruel intentions. And if they’d planned this, as Adam was certain they must have, then what else was waiting for him tonight?

He shuddered, mute and blind. His ears strained for something. Anything.

“Oh my Gosh, Tanya, you have such great tits!” Haley’s voice was more spiteful when he couldn’t see. “Come on girl you gotta shake em’ for me!”

Tanya started to giggle drunkenly and carefree – as if blindfolding and silencing Adam had removed his presence completely.

“YEESSS!” Haley shrieked. “JIGGLE JIGGLE! HAHAHA! Bet you boys wish you could see this!”

Tremane laughed. It didn’t sound gagged.

What the fuck is going on?!

“One jumping jack PLEASE,” Haley begged. “Do it right here, in front of them. They’ll hear it but they’ll never see it. PLEASE!”

“Haley you are evil!” Tanya giggled.
“JUST DO IT PLEASE! OOOHHH YAAAY! HAHAHA!” FlapClap -squeak! FlapCalp-squeak! FlapClap-squeak! The

sound of Tanya’s big ripe tits smacking off her chest, her hands clapping together, and her toes sliding quick along the hardwood. For Adam, he could only conjure a visual in his mind. But for Tremane? Tremane was breathing heavily.

“Ok girl wait,” Haley continued from the black. “Bend over at the hips, pull your arms back, no – this way. GOOD. That’ll help me get this corset pulled up from the bottom. We’ll get to those perky tits from underneath!”

A long moan drifted into Adam’s space, but it wasn’t his own this time. It was obviously Tremane, taking a long gander at whatever Tanya had to offer. Adam pictured her bent at the hips, facing Tremane as her tits hung loose and heavy, until a corset dragged up from the bottom of her stomach to sloppily trap her tits within.

“That’s it, Tanya,” Haley grunted. “Just let me yank it on. Almost...almost! There! That should hold your big boobies well enough.”

More creaking from the chairs beside him. Adam wondered how many false blindfolds there were. Was Darnell getting a show too? Everyone but Adam apparently. He was the donkey, the ass - getting pinned.

“Okay time for your blindfold, Tanya.”

“Do I have to go first?”
“Yes. Now turn around.”
Adam’s ears strained. His neck tensed. He heard enough to

tell him that Tanya was indeed getting blindfolded. Next would be the spin – and then God knew what.

“Oh shit I almost forgot the most important part,” Haley said suddenly. “You’re supposed to do a shot and then the twirl. Makes it harder to tell where you’re going. Come on, I’ll lead you into the kitchen – no! Don’t take it off! That way you’ll have no idea where I place you when we get back!”

Adam listened to their feet on the hardwood, and the sound of Tanya’s excited breathing, mixed with the occasional giggle. The girls left the living room. He was alone with Tremane and Darnell.

Silence. Then Tremane’s voice cutting clear and deep: “You see Tanya’s titties, Darnell? Didn’t I tell you them things were primo.”

“Fuckin’ A,” Darnell said in a gravelly tone. “Thought she was gonna give herself a black eye doing them jumping jacks.”

Adam’s stomach went sour and sank. He groaned – he was ignored.

“How bout that tiny little dress she got on?” Tremane continued. “Haley had to push and shove to get them titties inside it. Tanya’s nipples all hard and shit.”

“I’d love to fuck em’ both,” Darnell said.
“Maybe we will.”
Footsteps on the hardwood again – only one pair this time. “Okay get up,” Haley whispered.
Around him, Adam heard the shuffling of two large men as

they stood from the squeaky oak chairs. Adam’s heart all but stopped. They’d never been bound at all.

“She’s in the kitchen,” Haley spoke quickly, quietly. “She thinks I’m getting these shot glasses. You go in there and tell her the game’s over – but keep her in the kitchen!”

“What do I say?” Tremane’s voice at a whisper was like thunder across the plains.

“Tell her Adam wet the bed or something, I don’t know! Tell her he started crying. But whatever you do – keep her there.”

“Gotcha.”

“Take the shot glasses too,” Haley had a hint of amusement in her tone. “If I know Tanya, she’s about one shot away from some very bad decisions. Play your cards right, Tremane, and you could be one of them.”

Tremane’s heavy footfall thudded giddily away. Adam started to moan louder but was silenced by two sharp fingers pinching his nose closed.

“Don’t you dare,” Haley said viciously. “Tanya’s right – you’re such a killjoy. Always trying to ruin everybody else’s fun.”

Adam wished he could see. Wished he could yell – wished he could breathe. She let go of his nose and he sucked oxygen through the two inflamed straws that were his nostrils. A rough,

small hand grabbed his crotch and smushed his penis and balls together.

“This could be fun for you too if you’d just let it,” she snickered. “And maybe it is. Maybe you’re bottling it up when it needs to be set free. Should we take a look?”

Adam knew better than to make any sounds this time. But when she began to undo the zipper on his shorts, he was tempted to scream into the gag one more time. Her searching hand went in through the crotch hole, maneuvering around his undies with ease, and found his sweaty, clammy dick. She groped it like a piece of food stuck in the back of the mouth - tugging and yanking.

“There he is,” she giggled from behind the blindfold. “Definitely bigger than earlier, isn’t he? I had a feeling about you, Adam. I know guys like you. And somewhere deep down in there, you know Tanya is too good for you. And you like it. You like having her ex over, her big, black, ex-boyfriend – pushing you around and hitting on your woman. I bet you’d watch them fuck,

wouldn’t you? Sit in the corner and stroke your tiny, hard, dick...Hehehe, see, I knew you liked it. If you didn’t, why would you be so...SO...why would you be so –

Adam moaned through the ball gag, but this time it was not in protest.

Eight

“You got that on video, right?”
“Sho’ did.”
“Alright, Adam. I’m going to take your blindfold off. Then

I’m going to take your gag out. If you call for her, I’ll show her every second of what you just did. I’ll show her your pathetic little squirt still drying on your precious hardwood floors. Got it?”

Adam nodded in the dark. The blindfold came away and he squinted, as if woken from a dream, eyes watering and lids blinking. When his eyes adjusted, Darnell was already holding up a screenshot of the video he’d just taken – Haley in a whorish black witch costume, jerking Adam’s spitting pink prick. Darnell put a finger of his mouth for extra measure, but Adam was too defeated to speak.

The ball gag game away and he exercised his jaw.

“Shhhh,” Tanya said, all black now except her piercing green eyes. “You need to look alive, Adam. The surprise for Tanya will be so much better if you just give in and go with it.”

“What surprise?” Adam whispered hoarsely, flexing his wrists inside the cuffs that still bound him to the chair.

“The one to make up for you ruining the day. She’s mad at you, Adam. Real mad. But maybe if you can make her laugh, she’ll forgive you. Who knows for sure. But it’s worth a try. I’m looking out for you here, Adam.”

“What surprise?”

Adam turned away as they started to undress him. He looked across the living room, to the glass patio doors, to the empty shimmering pool in the night. It was a mess, the party had completely trashed it. There were empty beer cans floating in the water. A condom. So much disrespect had taken place in front of Adam’s face that he was only just now noticing what had happened in his periphery.

Naked in seconds, Darnell was the one to find the failsafe latch on the fuzzy handcuffs. But he took his time doing it, and Adam was certain that the man’s breath on top of his head was on purpose. A silent warning.

Haley, Adam thought insanely, would actually be quite sexy if she wasn’t such a colossal bitch. Dressed in a black witch’s costume, pointy hat and all, her tanned flesh stuck through the lacey material in strips – her tits barely covered by intersecting strips of leather that hid her nipples.

The cuffs came off and Adam stood naked, shaking, the tip of his penis dewy with the last drop of semen. Haley openly laughed at his terror.

“It’s called a feargasm, little guy,” Haley said cutely. “If you’re wondering why your body betrayed you just then – that’s why. You get off on it. Either that, or you’re actually just a pathetic cuckold. But don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. I don’t kink shame, Adam. I’m not a cunt.”

“Wait stop,” were the first words Adam could think of when Darnell began to force him into the clown panties. “No, wait.” But he knew they were useless things, these words. No one bought them from him anymore. He was going out of business.

The panties were purple and cotton, a clown nose at the crotch, two big clown eyes the color of old bone staring out from the hips. When he resisted too much for Haley’s liking, she twisted his nipple in her gnashing fingers. That got him to straighten up.

“You’re already twitching down there again,” Haley said roughly in his ear. “I can feel it. It’s why you won’t say stop. Because you need it.”

Was it that? Or was Adam no longer interested in wasting his energy on something that was out of his control?

The bra Darnell yanked his arms through was yellow. Pasty, bright, yellow. But that wasn’t the worst thing about it. The cups had built in tits – big squishy balls that Adam was certain, if exploded, would blow white chemical dust all over the house and

his face. It took Darnell’s superior strength to fasten the bra between Adam’s shoulder blades, and even then, it felt like the whole thing might come undone at any moment.

Haley was in hysterics. Her hands shook with it when she handed Darnell the slutty clown costume.

“Please stop this,” Adam whimpered when they pulled it down over his head. “Please just get out of my house.”

“That’s the wrong attitude,” Haley pointed out. “Things can always get worse!”

A noise came from the kitchen. The sound of a door opening. The only door the kitchen had was the one that opened on the patio. Even in her drunken state, Haley knew this. And she knew to dart across the room and kill the lights on the living room, simultaneously flicking on the ones out on the pool patio.

The clown outfit settled onto Adam’s body, but he barely noticed. Tremane and Tanya were walking out onto the patio from the kitchen. Tremane leading the way, pulling Tanya by the hand. She had on the sluttiest outfit Adam had ever seen her in – a

white corset, see-through, but a onesie that wrapped her crotch and left her ass cheeks bare. Her tits spilled over the top like they were suffocating. Briefly, Tanya looked back at the glass living room doors – but nothing registered on her face. That’s when it hit Adam – illuminated out there, and dark in her. She couldn’t see into the living room. She couldn’t see past the glare.

And Haley, of course, knew this. She knew it the way a Venus flytrap knew to look pollinated and ready for feasting, before it snapped its jaw shut and consumed the honeybee.

“Come on we’re not done yet,” the witch giggled in the new darkness.

“Damn,” Darnell intoned, blending in with the lightless room. “From the back he almost looks right.”

“He will soon enough,” she whispered. “Hand me that makeup kit.”

The box advertised it as “Special Effects Movie Makeup!” Inside was such an array of shades and brushes that Adam couldn’t account for them all in such dim lighting. Haley grabbed

a thick paint brush and dabbed furiously at the white. Not just white – geisha pale.

“Put his hair back in this net, Darnell.”
“Gotchu’.”
“Fucking stop moving, Adam!”
But Adam could only swivel his eyes so far to the left before

his head would turn. And what little glimpses he could get of the patio were interrupted by Haley sharply snatching his chin and turning it back to face her. But from what little he did see, it was not going well. Tanya and Tremane were on a piece of patio furniture, catty corner to the door. The seat was big enough for one, but Tanya was in his lap, and his hands were caressing her hips. Their faces were close enough to touch.

“What a good little girl you’re going to make,” Haley giggled, using a red pencil to outline his thin lips and give them more volume. From there she took a violent shade of violet and went to work on his eyebrows. By mixing and shading, Haley created the effect of a synth wave sunrise on his forehead, the two eyebrows

like dashes of neon paint. His eyeliner was done in the same wild color. Haley set the pencils down. She finished tucking his hair underneath the netting, then tightened it with a tiny drawstring.

Adam cringed. The white makeup was sticky on his cheeks and in the lines of his face. He couldn’t imagine how ridiculous he must have looked. The clown outfit was lacey and short, with big furry balls along the front but with a bust open enough to show his protruding falsies. He wanted to tear it all off. He wanted to run before Tanya saw him...

Tanya. His head snapped to the doors when he realized Haley was done with his makeup. Tears welled at the corners of his eyes.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Haley snapped. “If you ruin that eye makeup, I will post your tiny dick on every fucking social you have! Don’t. Do. It!”

Adam had to open his mouth and utter a sharp cry to keep from letting the tears spill down his geisha face. She was in his arms, his big, stupid hands groping her tits freely. Their mouths

were suctioned together like mating carp. Tanya, in a special new outfit, something sexier than Adam could have ever imagined – all for another man.

“Get the wig on,” she said.

Through the glass, heavy petting turned to Tremane exposing himself. His tool was monstrous. Hooded, veiny, and painfully large. No wonder. No wonder it was –

Too big to fit.

“There we go,” she giggled. “Turn it this way. That way. Puuurfect!”

It was heavy on his scalp. Squiggly black locks of it hung in his eyes. Against the glare of the patio doors he could just make out his pale, feminine face – and the huge purple updo sitting atop it. It was horrendous and fascinating all at once. Adam had to make a face just to have it reflected back at him – just to know that was still him underneath that somewhere. Against his own reflection, Tanya took Tremane in her mouth, jaw struggling.

“We even got you little shoesies!” she whispered sweetly. “Here...you put them on.” When she handed him the shoes three sizes too small, Adam completely missed the nod she gave Darnell. In a daze, in shock, Adam lifted one foot and tried to finagle the first shoe onto his foot.

Haley walked away, disappearing into the dark.

“It won’t fit,” Adam sobbed, streaky sunset tears rolling down his white face. “Ow!” The first shoe slipped over his toes with a sucking knuckle crack. His heel couldn’t make it inside. He would have to live with that. Adam tried to shift his weight to the foot with the tiny geisha shoe on and lift the other to hand it the same fate. But he slipped. He dropped the shoe.

Darnell caught him.

“Go on and pick it up,” he breathed low. “Pick up your little shoe, little girl.”

The tone in his voice frightened Adam. Feargasm.

His dick twitched inside the clown undies. He caught sight of Tanya out on the patio, kneeling between Tremane’s legs, and the smug, shit-eating grin on Tremane’s face as he planted a hand on the back of her head – fucking her sweet, pretty face.

Adam bent over to retrieve his shoe.
He wound up on his knees.
“Look at me with them pretty eyes, girl,” Darnell laughed.

“We didn’t have you geisha sluts in the pen. But my celly had plenty of that Chinese cartoon porn. Looked kinda like how you look right now.”

Adam’s choking fear shocked his system. Flight or fight turned to sink or swim, and he sank like a stone. Darnell held him by the neck while he freed his ungodly cock from his trunks. The same cock Adam had watched drill Haley’s brains out only hours ago. It was bigger up close. Bigger on his face. Heavier, slapping him on his powdered white cheeks and smearing his perfect makeup.

Bigger in his mouth. Wider in his throat.

“Uh-hehe,” Darnell grunted. “Nice fuckin’ house you got here, fagget. Now suck that fuckin’ dick! Uh-hehehe!”

Adam’s face in the darkened room was something else. Lips wrapped around back meat, chin slick with the mess of it. His hands shoved at Darnell’s muscular thighs, but within Adam’s little panties another kind of resistance took hold. A rebellion.

“Uh-hehehe!” Darnell throbbed in the geisha’s mouth. “Watch them teeth now. Don’t make me tell you twice. UUUGHHH!”

It was a dream state. Something like it. Adam’s eyes rolled sideways when a thump came against the patio door. Tanya’s face was mushed to glass, her own breath obscuring face, her breasts slapping against the door with every savage thrust from behind. Tremane had her by the top of her head – by her sweet blonde hair – pinning her to the door.

Tanya’s voice came strangely through the glass, like a conversation echoed through an air vent and heard crystal clear from another corner of the house.

“I can finally take it,” she cried. “I can finally take it all.”

“UH-HEHEHE! UH-HEHEHE!” Darnell boomed when the blinding light of Haley’s iPhone shone from the dark. The evil witch ran up on them, shoving the camera in Adam’s face.

“Don’t forget to smile! Hahaha!”

Tanya screamed in ecstasy against the glass door. The vibrating shudder that ripped through Tremane’s body shook hers as well, and for a moment it was as if the glass would shatter and break. On his knees, dressed in a whorish clown costume with tits as big as his girlfriend’s and a face white as snow, Adam allowed this natural disaster to break him into a million little pieces.

The final avalanche of the night was the one Darnell emptied down his throat.

THE END