Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Adaptation - Chapter Two

Warning: The following story describes events that are illegal, immoral, and just generally a very, very bad idea. Nothing in this story should be emulated. Nothing in it is a good idea. Nothing in it actually happened, either -- it's a work of pure fiction. If you are underage, easily offended by things that probably should offend you, or unable to differentiate between fantasy and reality, you should probably piss off right now.

This is part two of the story. If you haven't read part one yet, you should probably do that first.

Andrea found herself lying in bed, still mostly asleep. Everything seemed so unreal to her, so much so that she wondered if everything that had happened had just been a dream. Her behavior was so out of character for her. She wasn’t the one who cheated; she was the good one, the one who took her vows seriously and always played by the rules. She couldn’t cheat on Chris, the guilt alone would destroy her – and yet, she felt virtually no guilt at all.

Her theory that it had all been a dream was slightly undercut by the fact that she could still feel Caesar’s body lying beside her. She tried to tell herself that it was probably just Chris, but that didn’t seem very believable at all. There was no mistaking Caesar’s firm, toned chest for Chris’s flabby belly – the feel alone made it very clear that the man she was lying with was most certainly not her husband. She knew there would be issues arising from that, but at the moment she didn’t really care. It felt very good lying there, and she was more than willing to put off dealing with the fallout until later if it meant prolonging what she was feeling at the moment. Time seemed to dilate, but that was okay – she was happy where she was, and didn’t want to change anything.

Eventually she heard the sound of Chris’s heavy footsteps climbing up the steps. Still in a dreamlike state, it didn’t register with her that that would be a big problem. She told herself that she could ignore it – sure, Chris might not be happy that she hadn’t started dinner yet, but he’d get over it. It wasn’t until she heard the bedroom door swing open that she realized she had far more pressing concerns than the evening meal.

You motherfucker, Chris growled, his voice awash in rage. Get the fuck out of my bed, you piece of shit.

Andrea woke up quickly. Glancing to her side, she saw that it most certainly was not a dream. Caesar was still lying there; his nudity providing incontrovertible evidence of her infidelity. She began to panic, racking her mind for a solution to the very severe problem she found herself in. Strangely, Caesar didn’t seem worried in the slightest – he looked calm, wide awake, and entirely too confident for the situation that he was in.

Fair enough, Caesar shrugged, his tone of voice suggesting that nothing at all was out of the ordinary.

Tossing back the blankets, Caesar stepped out of bed. He was still completely nude, which was a pretty severe issue in Andrea’s mind. For one thing, it killed any chance of her explaining away what had happened as some bizarre series of innocent events that didn’t include infidelity. For another, the way Chris’s eyes seemed to gravitate towards Caesar’s crotch didn’t bode well. Andrea wasn’t sure if Chris’s fixation was due to the fact that even though he was limp Caesar was still clearly bigger than him or due to the fact that Caesar’s cock still glistened with her juices, but she knew that neither explanation would work in her favor.

You are so dead, Chris threatened. The instant you’re out of my house I’m going to call your job and let them know exactly what happened.

Seriously? Caesar laughed dismissively. That’s how you want to play this?

You think this is a fucking joke?! Chris screamed, his voice breaking from stress. They’ll fire your spic ass, and then you’ll be deported right back to fucking Mexico where you belong.

I was born in this country, Caesar sighed, as were my parents before me, for that matter. I have about as big a chance of getting deported to Mexico as you have of being shipped back to Italy, but that’s not really the point. The point is that I just clearly fucked your wife – in a way far superior to what you could ever hope to manage – and you’re reacting by threatening to tell on me. If you’re wondering why your wife was so eager to stray, you might want to consider just how manly the way that you’re handling this isn’t.

Andrea held her breath. It almost sounded to her as if Caesar was trying to bait Chris into a physical fight and she really didn’t want that to happen. Not only would fighting only make things worse, she worried that Chris might get seriously hurt – Caesar was younger, much stronger, and far more coordinated that Chris; any combat would be laughably one-sided. Things were complicated enough already without having to cart her husband to the emergency room.

Unfortunately for her, Chris didn’t seem to grasp just how outmatched he was. Quivering with rage, he walked up to Caesar and brought his right fist crashing into Caesar’s face with all of his might. Andrea experienced a bit of déjà vu – although Chris was grasping his hand in pain, Caesar seemed to have barely noticed the blow.

That’s a little better, Caesar praised condescendingly. Society might frown on violence, but I think it’s a far more dignified solution than empty threats to go crying to my boss. Still, I’m not sure it’s right for you. I mean, and I apologize if this sounds insulting, but your wife hits way harder than you do.

Fuck you! Chris shrieked, bringing his left fist into Caesar’s face with the same anticlimactic results as the right had yielded.

Too afraid to intervene in any way, Andrea pulled the covers up to her chin and simply observed. The sight of the two men before her seemed almost surreal. Although Caesar was completely naked he didn’t appear vulnerable in the slightest – if anything, he looked relaxed and confident facing down Chris. Chris, on the other hand, was hunched over slightly and panting for breath after throwing only two punches. The two men seemed like polar opposites in every way – where Caesar was strong Chris was weak, where Caesar radiated stamina Chris was exhausted. She found the juxtaposition deeply troubling, as while she knew that she should be on Chris’s side, she couldn’t stop thinking about just how much she preferred Caesar.

Are you done yet? Caesar yawned, casually demonstrating just how intimidated he was not be Chris’s assault.

Letting out a primal scream, Chris charged at Caesar and swung his foot up towards Caesar’s crotch. Unfortunately for Chris, Caesar was a bit too quick for him – he easily sidestepped the attack and grabbed Chris’s foot with his hands. Off-balance, Chris fell to the floor awkwardly and painfully, though Caesar maintained his grip on Chris’s foot. After twisting his foot a bit in order to force Chris to let out a pained whimper, Caesar pressed his left foot down on Chris’s throat. Andrea worried that Caesar might choke her husband to death, but it seemed that Caesar wasn’t pressing down hard enough to prevent breathing.

I’ll fucking murder you! Chris screamed, his threat’s intimidation value significantly undermined by his prone position.

I know, I know, Caesar patronized. Let it all out, little buddy. Go ahead, it’s okay.

His words did nothing to soothe Chris – if anything, they only further enraged him. He thrashed about, howled, and made all kinds of threats, but he did not manage to break free of Caesar’s hold on him. After a minute or so of tiring himself out, he was able to do nothing other than simply lie there pathetically. Andrea felt bad for him, but she didn’t dare intervene. She figured his situation was humiliating enough without having his wife rescue him, and besides, although she felt bad about it she did like the fact that Chris was pacified and less likely to get himself hurt.

Are you done? Caesar asked, still holding Chris down with his foot. Did you get it all out of your system?

Chris glared at Caesar with the fury of a thousand suns, but he did not struggle. Andrea suspected that was more due to exhaustion than anything else. The look in Chris’s eyes made it clear that he’d love nothing more than to slowly torture Caesar to death, but his heavy breathing and sweat-soaked skin suggested he simply didn’t have the energy. He clearly didn’t want to accept it, but he knew that he was beaten.

Okay, little fella’, Caesar smiled. I’m going to let you go now, but a word of warning first: I expect you to behave yourself. You will refrain from throwing any further temper tantrums, you will use your indoor voice, and you will speak only when spoken to. Do you understand, boy?

Chris didn’t answer, preferring simply to glare at Caesar as if he thought he might be able to murder the man with his eyes. Andrea suspected that Chris was simply hoping to save face; hoping that Caesar would release him without forcing him to verbally agree to his demeaning terms. Unfortunately for Chris, Caesar didn’t seem okay with that particular deal. Twisting Chris’s ankle slightly, Caesar forced another pained yelp out of the man.

I asked you a question, little buddy, Caesar reminded him. If you’d like me to release you then you’re going to have to tell me that you understand the rules. If you need to think it over, though, that’s fine – I can hold you here for as long as it takes.

I understand, Chris whimpered. The pain, humiliation, and hatred in his voice were palpable.

That’s a good boy, Caesar grinned, removing his foot from Chris’s throat and reaching down to pat him on the head. So, this violence thing? It really isn’t working out for you – I think we should stop before you get yourself really hurt. How about we sit down and talk about this like adults instead?

Chris looked confused. He clearly wasn’t sure what was going on, but seemed to understand that Caesar was in control of the situation. Sheepishly crawling to his feet, he walked over to the bed and began to sit down. Before his butt could make contact, however, Caesar grabbed his wrist and pulled him away.

Not on the bed, Caesar warned before sitting down on the bed himself. The bed is for grownups, Chris, and after that little spat of yours I don’t think it’s right to pretend you’re a grownup. You may sit on the floor.

An anguished look came over Chris’s face; he clearly wasn’t okay with being forced to sit on the floor in his own bedroom. He hesitated for a second, seemingly considering another physical attack on Caesar for the most recent act of disrespect. Apparently deciding that it wouldn’t likely go any better than the last one did, he reluctantly sat down on the floor cross-legged. He clearly hated it, but didn’t seem willing to risk the further humiliation that would likely result from objecting.

So, Chris, Caesar began, pitching his voice as if he were addressing a small child. I’m going to cut straight to the chase here. Andrea and I now dating. I understand that you’re not too happy about this, and I feel bad for you, but…

That’s my wife! Chris interrupted, unable to keep quiet.

Legally, yes, Caesar agreed. And she’ll remain like that – as far as the law is concerned, you two will still be married. Nothing has changed there, but…

Not for long, Chris interrupted again. If I ever see this scumbag again, Andrea, I’ll divorce you so fast your head will spin.

Chris, Caesar sighed while shaking his head, that’s the second time that you’ve interrupted me. I let the first one slide, and that was clearly a mistake, but if it happens again you will be punished. Be a good boy and wait until it’s your turn to talk, or I’m going to have no choice but to put you in timeout. Do you understand?

Chris again hesitated, obviously searching for any option that he could find other than to agree to Caesar’s terms. Letting out a heavy sigh, Caesar began to rise back up to his feet as if to remind Chris how easily he could physically overpower him if pressed to do so. Remembering how outmatched he was, Chris quickly nodded in agreement.

There’s a good boy, Caesar smiled as he sat back down. Now, as for your impotent little threat – you’re bluffing, and we both know it. Sure, you could try to divorce her, but she’s not the only one who broke your marital vows – or even the first. Furthermore, court testimony is public record, and I’m pretty sure that you don’t want her explanation of just how sexually inadequate you’ve always been to be public knowledge. Might make finding the next wife a bit tricky, and that’s on top of the whole being a middle-aged pudgy dickbag thing that you’ve got going on. Your threat doesn’t scare me, but I’m concerned that you might be making my girlfriend here anxious. I’d like you to tell her that it’s just an empty bluff.

It’s just an empty bluff, Chris admitted after a pause, his voice reeking of shame and his eyes directed straight at the floor.

To Andrea’s amazement, Chris sounded like he was actually telling the truth. She heard the fear, the humiliation, and the misery in his voice – but she heard sincerity as well. It made some sense to her – Chris wasn’t the type who would willingly accept the humiliation of losing his wife in such a shameful manner well – yet she still worried. It occurred to her that if Caesar overplayed his hand it would be her that suffered, not him.

At the same time, however, she refused to stop him. She wanted to believe that that was due to a sense of caution; the fear that if she were to interfere with Caesar’s plans she might accidentally sabotage them to her own peril. She knew that wasn’t the real reason, though. The real reason, as much as she hated to think about it, was that a part of her really enjoyed seeing Chris suffer for once. The fact that Caesar’s confidence and control were a major turn-on for her didn’t hurt things either.

Much better, Caesar praised. I’m glad we cleared that all up. I don’t mean to get all overly-protective here, but I would really prefer it if you refrained from making my girlfriend unhappy in the future. I understand you’re angry and looking to take it out on someone, but that someone really shouldn’t be her. Besides, you really don’t have anything to be angry about when you think about it.

You fucked my wife, Chris reminded him, before shrinking back once he realized that Caesar might view his statement as a challenge.

I did, Caesar agreed matter-of-factly. I fucked her hard, and I’ll fuck her again – though that really isn’t any of your business. You’re looking at this all the wrong way, though. Think about it, Chris – Andrea has been disappointed with her sex life throughout your entire marriage, and things weren’t getting better on their own. You might not like to think about it, but I think we both know that you’re not only incapable of getting her off – you’re incapable of even caring enough to try. The sad reality is that this kind of long term frustration is exactly the kind of thing that ruins marriages, but then I came along and fixed everything for you. Your wife is sexually satisfied for once in her life and you didn’t have to waste your time trying to learn how to get her off – which would have been a futile task for you anyway. It’s win-win.

That’s the kind of thing that ruins marriages? Chris asked sarcastically, apparently having gained some courage after not having been punished for his earlier comment. And here I thought it was some dude fucking my wife.

Watch your tone there, Caesar cautioned. And no, if infidelity on its own ruined marriages then you’d have been divorced long ago. Look, little man, you have to stop seeing me as your enemy. Honestly, you should be grateful that I’m here.

Chris simply glared silently. Andrea could tell he wanted to say something, but he was too afraid to do so. She felt bad for him, but at the same time couldn’t help but think that the way he was acting was deeply pathetic. She didn’t like that she felt that way – he was her husband, and she knew that she should have been supporting him – but she just couldn’t pretend that at that moment she viewed him as anything other than inferior. The way that he cowered before Caesar, submissively keeping his eyes down seemed like the exact opposite of manly behavior.

Poor Chris, Caesar sighed, sounding surprisingly sympathetic. Listen, I know how unhappy you are – trust me, little buddy, I know you way better than you think. Here, let me paint a picture for you:

Somewhere along the line you got it into your head that you need to be the big man, the Alpha Male – or whatever it is that you personally call it. Maybe you admired powerful men and wanted to be like them, maybe your parents convinced you that if you’re not in charge then you’re worthless, maybe you just read something idiotic on the Internet and took it to heart. Whatever the reason was, you just knew that you had to be the man in charge and did what you assumed men in charge do. You got yourself a pretty young wife, a job where there are people working under you, et cetera.

Only thing is, this isn’t who you are. You’re not a leader and you know it – being in a position of power makes you feel awkward, confused, and anxious; you know you don’t belong there and it shows. Unable to accept that you are the source of your problem – this all stems from you trying to be something you’re not, after all – you take it out on everyone around you. Your employees despise you and routinely mock your incompetent and abusive style of leadership; your wife tries her hardest to respect you but deep down you know it’s all an act. This feeds the cycle; making you more and more uncomfortable with your own inadequacy. This hurts you.

So here’s the thing: there’s good news and there’s bad news. The bad news is that your situation isn’t salvageable. You’ll never be the man you want to be; all the time and help in the world would get you nowhere. That might sting a bit, but the sooner you accept it the happier you’ll be. The good news is that it’s okay – you don’t have to pretend to be something you’re not. You might not be the leader of the pack, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have a place in it. Once you find and accept that place you’ll be much happier, and I’m generously going to help you get there.

Andrea was nervous. The things that Caesar were saying might have rung true to her, but not on any level that she cared to admit. More importantly, she worried that Chris might view Caesar’s speech as a challenge that he couldn’t back down from and end up doing something regrettable. After seeing how easily Caesar was able to incapacitate Chris the last time she had no doubt in her mind that the only thing sparing Chris from serious injury was Caesar’s mercy, and she didn’t know just how merciful Caesar might be if Chris tested him again. Afraid of what she might see, she turned her attention to Chris and attempted to gauge his mood from his body language.

To her surprise, Chris actually looked calm – well, calmer than he had been, at least. He was still out of breath and still obviously emotionally distressed, but Caesar’s words almost seemed to have had a soothing effect on him. She doubted that it would be so simple – Chris had a history of being extremely stubborn – but she could clearly see that Caesar was somehow making progress with Chris. For the first time she began to realize that what Caesar was describing to Chris might not be all too unrealistic, and although she felt mildly ashamed of it she realized that it was something that she wanted.

What about my needs? Chris asked timidly, keeping his eyes fixed on the floor.

They’ll be met, Caesar assured him. Like I said, you might not be the leader of the pack, but you still have a place in it. Do your part and you won’t go hungry.

No, I mean, Chris stammered embarrassedly, what about my, you know… needs?

Andrea understood exactly what Chris was asking, and she found herself surprisingly disgusted by it. He was actually trying to ask Caesar for permission to have sex with her, which she found deeply offensive. She wanted to believe that it was exclusively due to the implication that Caesar could consent on her behalf, but she knew that wasn’t it. The main cause of her disgust was the fact that Chris would stoop so low as to beg another man for the right to have sex with his own wife. She didn’t want to kick him while he was down, and she wasn’t at all comfortable with the shallowness she felt about being repulsed by the situation, but she silently prayed that Caesar would refuse him outright. The thought of taking Chris’s dick under such pathetic situations simply turned her stomach.

I’m going to pretend that I don’t know what you’re asking, Caesar responded, sounding no less repulsed by the question than Andrea was. On what we’ll pretend is a completely unrelated note, a quick word of advice: it is absolutely never a good idea to ask a man if you can fuck his girlfriend. That’s the kind of thing that gets your ass kicked, Chris.

But I have needs! Chris insisted, sounding like a pouting child. I have a right to be with my own wife! I’m not agreeing to any of this!

Letting out a heavy sigh, Caesar again rose to his feet. Chris shrunk back, but it was of little help. Reaching forward, Caesar slapped Chris hard across his face with an open palm, sending Chris to the floor with a pathetic yelp.

Andrea was torn. On the one hand, she was grateful that Caesar hadn’t hit him much harder – she knew that he could easily do some serious damage to Chris, and she was glad that he was being merciful. On the other, she kind of felt like Chris was getting off too lightly. She was disgusted by the petulant way in which he begged, and worried that a single slap to the face wouldn’t be enough to dissuade him from further disgracing himself. She felt guilty about the fact that she wasn’t on her husband’s side, but the pathetic, groveling way he was acting made supporting him impossible.

That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about, Caesar reminded Chris as he sat back down on the bed. You do not have a right to her body, nor have you ever. You don’t even have needs, you just think you do because you’re still under the mistaken impression that you’re the leader of this particular pack. Let me clear things up for you, Chris – your role does not include mating. No woman in her right mind would consider taking your genetic pollution, and that’s just something you’ll have to accept.

Chris crawled back up to his knees. He seemed to consider arguing for a moment, but eventually thought better of it. He didn’t look happy with the situation – in fact, he looked utterly miserable – but he seemed to understand that fighting with Caesar would not end well. She felt bad for him, but not nearly bad enough to intervene on his behalf.

Don’t look so glum, Caesar encouraged. It’s not the end of the world, Chris. I know what you’re thinking – you’re worried that you won’t be able to make it without sex – but once you understand and accept your place you’ll see things differently. When that happens you’ll be grateful – no longer will you have to worry about making silly excuses for your failure to once again satisfy your wife; it’ll be just one more thing that you don’t have to worry about. And hey, just because you won’t be fucking anyone anytime soon doesn’t mean that you can’t participate in some ways. Play your cards right and I might just let you watch. If you’re really good, I might even let you help get her ready for me, just so you feel that you’re a part of our team.

Andrea wasn’t crazy about letting Chris watch – much less help – but she didn’t dwell on it. She didn’t want to interfere with Caesar and risk saying something she might regret later, and besides, she was a bit distracted by Chris’s reaction. He still looked upset, but he had an almost relieved look in his eyes, as if he was willing to accept the conditions Caesar was spelling out. She found herself wondering how she managed to ever sleep with Chris is the past without vomiting as the idea of being with him seemed so tremendously vile at the moment.

I realize that this is a lot to take in, Chris continued after a pause, but I promise you it will get easier with time, once you realize how much simpler your new life will be. Why don’t you take a walk and think things over? It might help.

Chris rose to his feet. His body language still suggested that he was unhappy, but he at least seemed significantly calmer. Turning away, he walked towards the door. He was halfway there when he paused, apparently realizing something, and spun around.

You’re going to fuck my wife while I’m gone! he protested, sounding less like a husband defending his marital bed and more like a small child being denied a treat.

I am, Caesar shrugged, his voice suggesting that Chris had just stated the most obvious thing in the world. I have a lot of pent-up energy after your little tantrum back there, and I think it’s better for everyone involved if I release it sexually with her than if I were to release it violently with you. Trust me, Chris – this might hurt your pride, but at least we won’t have to rush you to the emergency room afterwards.

But I don’t want to leave you alone so you can fuck my wife! Chris whined.

I know you don’t, Caesar sighed, but you’re going to have to adjust. Look, I’ll tell you what, little buddy. I’m hesitant to do this, as after your poor behavior you clearly don’t deserve a reward, but if you promise to stay completely quiet I’ll let you hang around and watch. I don’t want you getting used to this – we don’t want you getting spoiled, after all – but I’ll make an exception just this one time.

What if I don’t want to let you fuck her at all? Chris challenged, sounding frightened yet slightly bolder.

Let me? Caesar smirked, rising to his feet. Well Chris, that’s actually very simple. If you don’t want to let me fuck my girlfriend, I’ll use half of my pent-up aggression to beat you into a state where you can’t interfere, the other half to fuck her anyway, and then I’ll probably end up having to drive your broken ass to the hospital. Everyone involved will fare noticeably worse – the sex won’t be quite as good for me and Andrea, and you’ll suffer a bit more humiliation while watching me have my way with my girlfriend from your broken and bloody position on the floor. You will, however, get some souvenirs of the event to remember it by, in the form of slowly healing broken bones and bloodstains on your nice – almost certainly expensive – carpet.

Now I hate to be short with you, little buddy, Caesar menaced as he approached Chris with his chest out, but I’m a bit low on patience at the moment. Try to see it from my perspective – I could be fucking my girlfriend’s brains out, but instead I’m here arguing with your whiny bullshit – so I’m going to have to stop this right here. You can accept my charity and watch, you can go for a walk, or you can challenge me and make things worse for everyone, but I need you to decide right now. What’s it going to be, little man? Do I need to beat some sense into you before fucking my woman?

Andrea watched in suspense as Caesar towered over Chris, tapping his foot impatiently while waiting for an answer. She hoped to god that Chris would submit and avoid a violent outcome, though her motivation bothered her. She wanted to believe that her desire stemmed from a want to keep her husband safe, but she knew that deep down she just really wanted to fuck Caesar again. She felt like the worst wife in all of history, but she just couldn’t seem to bring herself to root for Chris.

Continue reading with chapter three.

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