Blackmailed Into Sex

This is the sequel chapter to "Captured By Horny Strangers." To see the rest of the series, click the series icon (stack of squares) under "Story Info."

***

Liam Finch clenched his fists. He barely resisted banging his hands on the desk.

An unknown number had sent him a clip of Tristan Wilde, his bodyguard, getting railed by two random men.

Under the video, the texter messaged: "If you want this piece of hot ass back, kindly come to this address."

When Liam looked at the address, he recognized it immediately. He gritted his teeth. "Anna Corbin..."

It wasn't like Liam didn't already know what happened, since his secretary, Daniel Milk, informed him what his spies managed to gather.

In fact, it had been Liam's plan for Tristan to infiltrate Anna Corbin's compound in the first place. Liam certainly should have expected this to happen.

Tristan was pleasing to the eye, and Liam had sent him on seduction missions before. But this particular mission bothered him, especially after he saw the taunting video.

Daniel, his blond hair glistening, sauntered over to his desk. "Boss, shall I launch the next phase of our operation?"

The Mafia boss set his jaw, but he nodded. A cruel smirk stretched over his lips. "Hit them like they don't know what's coming."

No matter how clever Anna Corbin thought she was, she would fail. Liam Finch always won.

***

I lay on my stomach on Anna Corbin's couch.

My ass (and mouth) were sore from all the pounding. Though I couldn't complain about the sex, I worried what my boss would think.

When I let them film me having sex with those men, my head was filled with excitement, as I would make Liam Finch jealous.

But now, hours later, I wondered whether the clip would have the opposite effect. Maybe he would think I was such a whore, that I was dirty and beneath him.

Mack and Tommy thankfully left me alone after screwing me, satiated.

This room was the closest I found to the gym shower. After tossing on some clothes, I collapsed on the couch and didn't get up.

A security guard lingered, but didn't say anything to me.

Anna Corbin was presumably gone for days. Would my boss try to get me back now? Or would he not even care?

While I was steeped in these morose thoughts, a phone rang. The security guard nearby cursed and picked up.

"Yes?" His eyes widened. "What the hell? That's impossible." The man grunted. "Fine, fine. I'm coming as soon as possible." Then he disconnected the call.

The guard frowned at me. "Will you be okay by yourself, Mr Wilde?"

I glanced around at the pristine, elegantly furnished place. As a man on an undercover mission, I wouldn't complain about being left alone. But I was surprised and suspicious. Nevertheless, I nodded. "I'll be fine."

The security guard took one more look at me, and darted out of the room.

Briefly, I considered following him. But instead, I threaded my way through Anna Corbin's mansion.

Suddenly, I heard a whoosh of air, and the sound of a woman sighing.

I reached a room with foggy glass windows. Furtive as a mouse, I put my ear on the door. A young woman said, "This is Fantine, Ms Corbin's assistant."

She seemed tired.

"Fantine" continued, "That's not surprising to me. He could come any day and we'd be prepared. No, we're not giving private info out to anyone. Well, tell him he's being ridiculous. Ms Corbin would never do such a thing." She let out a deep exhale again. "I don't have what you want. Sorry." I heard a receiver slamming down.

Before I could react, the door opened. A petite woman with flaxen blond hair and blue eyes stared at me. Her eyebrows quirked. "Mr Wilde? What are you doing here?"

I gaped. I couldn't believe I had never seen her before, even though she was supposed to be Anna Corbin's assistant. Now I gathered my brows into a frown. "Miss Fantine..."

"Just call me Fantine," she said, with a calm tone that broached no argument.

Not that I cared. "Fantine, is something happening with Liam Finch?"

The girl studied me for a while. She looked a few years younger than me, but she was intimidating. I could see why Anna hired her. Fantine twirled a strand of blond hair around a finger. Her voice was almost bored as she asked, "Who are you really, Mr Wilde?"

I widened my eyes at her question. To stall, I said, "Call me Tristan."

She gave me a clipped but annoyed nod. She folded her arms over her chest.

"Well, Tristan, I know my mistress took you here. Her impression is that you're a poor, beaten soul being played and abused by the horrid Liam Finch." Fantine tilted her head at an angle. "Yet... When I saw you, I had my doubts."

I was alarmed, but I played it cool and put a hand on my waist, my head held high. "What do you mean? Am I too pretty for you to take seriously?"

Fantine rolled her eyes. "You're far from the prettiest guy I've ever seen." Ouch. She continued, "It's just something in the way you hold yourself. You don't seem that distressed."

I smirked and leant my weight against the door. "Well, you haven't paid great attention to what your mistress told you, then. I'm not that distressed, though she seems to think I am. Liam Finch may be a Mafia boss, and he could treat me better sometimes. But he's not a bad boss by any means. Anna just couldn't believe me."

Fantine's silence was heavy with skepticism. She said, "You're a mystery, aren't you? Did your boss want you to infiltrate our quarters?"

I made sure I gave nothing away, not even in my body language. "That's what you'd naturally think, right?" She didn't dignify me with a response. "Yeah, he wanted me to. But honestly I don't have the clearance to know what exactly he wants." My heart clenched at the truth of that statement. Liam Finch didn't trust me, despite that I was his "bodyguard."

Fantine paced around me, like a shark circling her prey. "That's funny. So you admit you're up to no good, but you also claim to be ignorant?"

I threw my hands in the air with a sigh. "I'm not expecting you to believe me. You can check my belongings if you want, and you'll find that I have nothing. It's not like I can easily defend myself in a mansion full of loyal guards, either."

Fantine smirked and put a hand on her hip. "And you're supposed to be Finch's bodyguard. I would think you would have a fightsier attitude than that."

I smiled at her and shrugged. "I'm not an ordinary bodyguard."

"Maybe you're not a physical bodyguard," she remarked. At my raised brow, she continued, sounding as bored as a girl chewing gum, "Looks like you're more of a... beefcake. By that, I mean that Liam Finch loans you out like bait, to attract or disarm prospects."

My blood ran cold at just how true her words rang. But still I couldn't let her get the upper hand. I flexed my shoulders as though I were bored, too. "It sounds like you already know so much about us. And what do you want to do with that information?"

She then gave me a look that scared me. "You mean what do I want to do with you?"

I gawked, not sure how to respond to that.

It all happened so quickly, but before I knew it, Fantine slipped behind me, and wrestled my hands behind my back. I cried out but she shushed me. "Tristan," she murmured, "I want to be frank with you, since I know we can understand each other. I know what you're up to. If you don't want me informing my mistress and harming your boss, you need to do as I say."

"Just get to the point," I bit out, trying in vain to break free from her iron grip.

Fantine leaned against me. "Okay, then come to my room." Something cold pressed against my back. I gasped when I realized it was a gun.

***

The crazy woman nudged me with the butt of her gun, pushing me across the halls, until we reached "her room."

Holy hell. I thought it would be another office, but it was actually a bedroom, and a pretty lavish one as well with a large bed.

"Take off all your clothes," Fantine commanded.

I chuckled. "You can't be serious."

But she kept her gun pointed at me. So I sighed and began stripping again. "Will you be filming this?" I asked, partly in jest.

She sneered. "No. Do you want to film this?"

I winced. "Just so you know, I'm not really interested in women."

Fantine purred. "Oh, I know. But I'm not asking you to enjoy this."

Something in me clenched. With a tight, angry voice, I asked, "What the hell? Don't you care about consent?"

An evil smile glinted on the young woman's lips. "Of course I do. You're consenting to do this because you love your boss, and would do anything to protect him. Even if it means having sex with a woman."

I gaped in horror as Fantine began unbuttoning her blouse. She laughed. "Don't worry, I'll make it good for you. After all, your boss did want you to go 'all the way' with the enemy, right?"

"But I didn't expect it to be with a woman," I protested.

By now, Fantine had removed her shirt, and her long, soft hair fell down her back. She was about to unclasp her bra. Oh my gosh, I couldn't watch.

"Watch," she said as if she had read my mind. "You're lucky, Tristan. Very few men get to see me naked."

"But I'm gay," I said.

"It doesn't matter," Fantine replied. "I'm determined to enjoy myself and you will help me." By now, her bra fell and she revealed a pair of fine breasts. Any straight or bi guy would be ecstatic at this opportunity, but I unfortunately...

The woman reached over, grabbed my hands, and placed them on her boobs. She moaned. "Come on, you know you want to grope me."

"I don't," I hissed. But I heeded her earlier warning about my boss. So I tried the best I could to pleasure her.

By the noises she was making, you would think no man had ever touched her body right before. I perversely felt a flash of pity for Fantine.

Soon enough, I was slipping a finger into her ass, and another into her pussy.

"Yes!" she squealed. Her legs quivered.

As I finger banged her, and rubbed circles around her nub, I worried about what would come next.

"Yes, yes, keep doing that, yess..." She tossed her head back. Then abruptly, she took my hands away. Fantine pinned me down on the bed, and reached for my dick. "I need this..."

Ouch! And could she feel...

Fantine gave me a fond, sly smile. "Don't worry, Tristan. I know you're trans. But I'll enjoy it just fine." She fiddled with my implant to angle my cock, and plunged her cunt onto me. She screamed. "Oh my gosh, this is amazing."

I was frozen in shock. Never would I have imagined that I would lie there, dick straight up, with a woman bouncing up and down on me, and looking like she was having the time of her life.

What was even more surprising, was that--I didn't hate it.

While I wasn't attracted to women, I could see that Fantine was aesthetically beautiful. I thought about how another man might see this. A sexy woman rutting herself like a whore on your cock, her ample breasts bouncing as she rode me.

Maybe she had some experience with trans men, because she angled her pussy in a way, that she kept stimulating the base of my dick, the most sensitive part. Was it wrong to say that I was enjoying it, even though I wasn't attracted to her?

I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations. They were overwhelming and more pleasurable than I imagined.

"Oh Lord," Fantine breathed out. Then she got off of me with a loud squelch. Her hair was sweaty, and her eyes were wild. She gave me a fierce stare. "That was great but I need more. Now!"