Isaiah’s face softens and he strokes his broad fingers over my knuckles. “That day in the park I was gauging your reaction. I should’ve been more blunt, should’ve told you that you were the one. I, too, assumed you would know.”
Sawyer takes my other hand and kisses the open palm. “Isaiah wanted to know if you’d be happy with us, as did I. We should’ve just come out and asked you how you felt about adopting our kids.”
My eyes widen and my heart lifts with joy.
“Isaiah continues, “We should’ve asked you to marry us that day. Maya, when you told me your views on children, that you were such a supporter of adoption…” He strokes a tendril of hair from my face. “You said the very thing I wanted to hear. Will you marry us and be the mother of our kids? Shanae, Jaden, and Marta adore you. They’re a mess without you, as are we.”
My throat tightens and my eyes grow blurry with tears.
Sawyer cups my chin and tugs it so I look in his direction. “We know you want to finish college, and we respect that, and plan to help you all the way. Maya, we love you. Be our wife.”
I throw my arms around their wide shoulders and yank them close. “Yes. Yes, and yes again. You’re a part of my family already, and I love you all very much.”
We embrace on the bench, holding one another tight and vowing never to part again. I can’t wait to get back to the mansion after classes and see the kids, then sleep in my doms’ arms tonight.
***
Sawyer lifts his wrists and places them at either side of the metal frame. Isaiah hands me a silky hemp rope.
“Hemp is best for binding,” he tells me as we begin to work intricate knots around Sawyer. “It’s less likely to chafe, has a sweet smell, and it’s soft against the skin.”
We make loops up his arms, across his biceps, down around his torso. The ropes gleams moon-white as our fingers work. Isaiah tells me how we place the rope and knots is important. He shows me how to bind Sawyer so that the hemp cord accentuates his muscles, his beauty. When we’re done tying him to the frame, he looks like a gleaming god caught up in a satin spider web. The final effect is quite breathtaking.
Tonight, to celebrate my return, I get to be one of the dominants in our play, plus it gives my lovers a chance to train me in the art of domination. Isaiah and I stand back to admire our handiwork and Sawyer writhes, but it’s all for show. I think our submissive wants a spanking, so he’s being bad on purpose.
“Be still, sub,” I say, making my voice commanding as I grab his chin and force him to look into my eyes. “You’ve already broken the rules. That’s earned you a punishment.”
It feels strange, this role reversal, but I enjoy the power my men have given me. Sawyer’s eyes glitter at my promise of punishment.
“I’m sorry, mistress.” He dips his head in a gesture of surrender. “I’ll try and behave.”
Isaiah snorts as he picks up the bullwhip and moves behind our bound lover. “Right. You love being naughty.”
He draws the whip back and it sails through the air before it cracks across Sawyer’s ass. Sawyer bucks forward, but the ropes hold him fast. He grits his teeth and the veins in his neck bulge from the effort it takes to restrain himself.
I dip to my knees in front of him. “If you don’t behave, you don’t get to come.”
He glances down at me but says nothing, since we haven’t given him permission.
Isaiah draws the whip back and plants more whacks across our lover’s firm buttocks. Sawyer’s face grows red when I touch his stiffening cock and begin to stroke him up and down in time with Isaiah’s strikes. His forehead beads with sweat.
Isaiah puts the whip back and grabs a soothing lotion for Sawyer’s ass and back. He sighs when the fragrant balm touches his skin and I stop teasing his cock.
“Do you want another punishment, sub?” I admonish him. “Control yourself.”
“Sorry, mistress,” he grunts out.
I lick beneath his glans and feel his strong thigh twitch under my palm. Then I lap pearly pre-cum from his hole while Isaiah rubs lotion over his lower back, down the crack of his ass. Sawyer hisses air between his teeth and a molten heat flows from my lower belly through my sex. This exquisite torture makes his cock swell more in my hands.
I slide my lips over his plump head and sweep my tongue over his veiny shaft as Isaiah sheds his pants behind our tethered submissive. My pussy grows wetter at his nakedness and what is to follow. My heart pumps stronger from anticipation.
Around the base of his penis, I curl one hand, which I also use to tease and pluck at his balls while I deep throat him. Swiftly I glide my mouth up and down, up and down his shaft. My other hand grips his thigh still, and his muscles tremble from the exertion of staving off release. It must be maddening not to thrust into my warm, wet mouth.
“Do you like that, sub?” Isaiah whispers in his ear while I press my tongue into Sawyer’s balls, working his slippery cock with my grip. “Do you want me to fuck your sweet ass while she sucks you off?”
“Yes, sir,” Sawyer croaks. “Yes, please, sir.”
Isaiah parts our lover’s cheeks and runs his meaty dick up and down his crack. “You may show your pleasure. We won’t punish you for your reactions.”
At this permission, Sawyer throws his head back and groans loudly. Isaiah plunges his glans into our sub’s anus and works his big cock in slowly, sensuously. My pussy throbs as I watch him enter our lover.
Sawyer thrust into my mouth. Deeper and deeper. I caress his balls, bringing him closer to orgasm as he pumps in and out. Isaiah wraps a big arm around our lover’s chest and holds him close while he thrust inside of him faster and faster.
“You may come now, sub,” he growls in Sawyer’s ear. “Come deep down your mistress’ throat, and then you’ll reward her with pleasure when we untie you.”
“Y-yes sir.” Sawyer’s voice is so raspy I barely make out the words.
He responds to my mouth and the fucking he takes with wild abandon. His cock bumps into the back of my throat and hot, salty semen spills down my gullet. When he’s done, I pull him from my mouth and lick his head clean. After another few sharp, quick thrusts, Isaiah comes deep inside him.
Naked and gleaming, Isaiah walks around front our bound lover, wearing a sexy grin as he offers me his hand. “Now, mistress, let’s untie him and he’ll return the favor. I can’t wait for us both to be inside of you.”
My face heats with desire and love. The blush is a hint of the shy girl I once was. But in these men’s arms I’ve found a sexual freedom I never thought I’d know. They’ve released me and given me strength to find who I truly am.
“Yes, sir,” I say, taking my dom’s hand. “I can’t wait to take all the pleasure you both have to give.”
***
Bonus Story: Island Anal Adventure
By C.J. Sneere
“These new ideas look great, Tom.” Ethan looked up, flashed a dazzling smile. “Could you outline these in a brief memo? I’d like to email them to the other ad designers.”
I felt my face heat, and I smiled shyly in return. “Certainly. Glad you’re impressed with them. I think taking the campaign fully digital will really cut costs.”
He nodded, patted my back, and I noted how his hand lingered as it smoothed down my blazer. “Keep this up, I see a promotion to full partner in your near future. You’ve been a wonderful asset to this company since you joined us.”
As Ethan left my office, I watched his firm, muscular behind until the closing door blocked my view. He and Terry owned this small but successful ad firm, and I’d landed the job as one of their top ad execs with my impressive resume and experience. Over the six months I’d been here, I’d worked close with them on many projects, and we were becoming good friends. They were not only partners in business, they were partners in life, and they had an excellent working relationship I admired. Both men knew well how to separate business from personal.
My work environment was a welcome change from th
e one that awaited me at home. While my bosses and co-workers tended to have a liberal mindset, my home life was ultra-conservative. My wife and I both came from old money that was still clinging to outworn ideologies. In truth, I felt trapped in my personal life, but freed when I arrived at work each day.
I’d lived a lie for all my life, but working here was giving me the courage to finally reveal the truth about myself. In my family, a strict Christian household, there was no room for a gay man. I’d married my high school sweetheart, pretending to love her for ten years. Well, in our own way we had once loved each other. I’d been on the verge of coming out so many times, but then my mother and father’s disapproving glares would haunt my thoughts and steal my courage.
Watching Ethan and Terry, though, had made me realize how much I wanted that kind of relationship. To stop living the lie. I no longer cared about my parents or wife’s money. I had more than enough cash to see me through, and a job that paid well. The only thing holding me back from coming out now was the worry about how it would influence my kids. And if Katy wanted to be a bitch, she could try and make custody a difficult game for me. So, for the time being, I sat on coming out, and felt all the more a coward for it.
Terry came in my office. “Hey, Tom, what’re you doing tomorrow?”
I took in his handsome face, much as I had just done with Ethan. Damn, but they were a striking pair of males. “Nothing much really. The wife is taking the kids out to the lake for the weekend. My father-in-law is going with them, which is why I won’t be. Why?”
He braced his hands on my desk and leaned over it, moving his face closer to mine. “How about you join me and Ethan on the boat tomorrow? We’ve rented this cottage on the island. Nice, quiet area on the north shore. Not too many tourists even know about it. We’re thinking of buying the cottage, and a local bar, as part of our retirement plan.”
I stared into his eyes and swallowed. Lately, he and Ethan had been acting extra friendly toward me. Or was it just my wishful thinking? “Sure, that sounds great. I’d love to come along.”
***
Thankfully Katy and the kids had left by the time I got home from work, so there would be no excuses of a Friday work trip. That’s what I’d planned on telling her if she questioned me, although I doubted she would. I felt a pang of remorse for the way I’d misled her for ten years. Katy and I had once been good friends, but the sex was always lacking. In the early days, I could fake enjoyment much easier. But as I grew older the illusion grew harder to maintain.
The next morning, while getting ready for the trip, I actually hummed as I grabbed a swimsuit and some warmer clothing for night. The guys said we might not be getting back until late, and the temperature did drop low on the island once darkness settled in.
The guys came to pick me up in a sleek BMW painted a royal navy blue. I hopped in the back, and we chatted amicably on the way to the boat launch.
We sailed off just after noon. Terry manned the steering, while Ethan and I watched the shore shrink away from us. His yellowbone complexion gleamed in the golden light of early afternoon. Terry complained he could never get a tan, and his ivory skin stood out against a spattering of freckles, and a thick shock of vibrant red hair. As I gazed at them both, part of me wished this day would never end.
Ethan and I headed below, and I helped him prepare lunch. We grilled salmon, prepared a lemon cream sauce, and steamed green beans with some basmati rice. He and I went up to tell Terry once lunch was ready. Then the boat floated calmly on the water while we enjoyed our delicious meal below.
Afterward we sat in the small living room the small yacht held. It’s warm wood décor and cushy, burgundy furniture lulled me into a peaceful state. That and the wine mixed with good company.
“Was your wife okay with you spending the day with us?” Ethan wore a smile that looked impish.
I almost choked on my mouthful of wine. I swallowed hard instead. “Honestly? I didn’t even tell her, and she wouldn’t even care.” They both gave me frowns that appeared concerned. “It’s…well, it’s a marriage of convenience. Put it that way.”
Terry rubbed his hand up and down Ethan’s leg affectionately. “Tom, can I ask you a personal question?”
My eyes glued to his hand, noting how it edged closer and closer to Ethan’s crotch. “Sure.”
“When are you coming out of the closet?”
I coughed hard in surprise. My face heated from anxiety. I looked away, looked at their intent gazes. “I… How long have you known?”
Ethan gave a sexy grin. “From the moment I caught you checking out Terry’s ass.”
I laughed loudly at this, and they joined in my laughter. The tension eased, and I was grateful for that. “I’m such a coward.” I shook my head. “I want to come out, but, well, I admit I’m a bit worried about how it will influence my relationship with my children. Katy and our families.” I sighed sadly. “They have no problem smearing the ones they love.”
Ethan reached forward and squeezed my knee. His hand lingered, then moved higher. Then both of them came to sit on either side of me. My heart beat rapidly as Ethan’s voice feathered my ear. “It’s never easy coming out when you have a conservative family. But, Tommy, we’d be happy to help you with this. Be your shoulders to lean on.”
Terry wrapped a big arm around my shoulders. “Yes, Ethan and I both consider you a good friend. We’ve known other men who had to struggle through similar situations when coming out.” His strong fingers massaged my tense muscles. “If it makes you feel any better, I know a great lawyer, should your wife make the divorce and custody situation a hassle for you.”
I gazed into two sets of compassionate eyes, so overcome with gratitude I thought I might burst into tears. Instead I managed a shaky smile and a “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
Before I could say more, Ethan tugged my face to meet his, then nibbled a path along my bottom lip before taking me in a deep, passionate kiss. He pulled away long enough to ask, “Are you okay with this?”
“More than okay.” I leaned in to kiss him again. He chuckled softly against my lips.
Hands caressed my knees, then the strong grip moved higher. I managed to look down, finding Terry had positioned himself between my legs. He rubbed my stiffening cock through the crotch of my swim shorts, while his partner kissed me breathless and fondled my lightly haired, well developed chest. His other hand stroked my short, blond hair.
I sighed into his mouth as his lover freed me from my swim shorts. Hands roved over my flat stomach, traced a teasing pattern just above my aching erection. Two wide, strong palms coiled around my cock. I moaned and nibbled on my one lover’s bottom lip, while the other began to pump his firm grip up and down.
I was awash in a sea of ecstasy. Had I ever felt this aroused, this sexually blissful, before? No, I couldn’t say I had. My tongue slithered from his mouth and I nuzzled his neck, trailing tiny bites and long licks over his salty flesh. He tasted sublime.
Warm, wet lips closed around my glans and I bucked my hips upward, shoving my cock deeper into Terry’s mouth. He sucked hard in response, while his tongue laved the underside of my penis. I was long and thick, so he could only deep throat me briefly. But he kept one hand coiled around the base of my shaft, squeezing and releasing, while his other hand teased my balls and asshole.
His fingers slid far up my anus and sought out my prostrate. Inside me, he gave an erotic massage that had my cock twitching harder and my anal canal pulsing with the building bliss.
“Move back a bit,” I said to Ethan, guiding him up from my chest, where he teased a nipple with his teeth. “I want to suck your cock while he sucks mine.”
He flashed a wicked grin and scooted backward on the plush couch. “Be my guest.”
Erotic energy zipped through every part of me. I’d never touched any man like this before, no matter how much I had secretly desired it. He was uncircumcised, so this made his cock all the thicker. I pumped this extra skin up and down the lengt
h of his erection, like he showed me to. He moaned and arched his hips, fucking my strong grip.
My lips trembled as they wrapped around his thick, impressive penis. I swept my tongue under his glans, over his pre-cum spurting hole, and his hands once more buried in my hair as he moaned loud and long.
I struggled to concentrate on pleasuring him while I received pleasure. My mind divided between stimuli given and taken. Terry guided my ass into a deeper tilt, so he could shove his fingers farther still up my quivering anus. My prostrate was aflame with delightful, increasing pressure that seemed to make my cock twitch harder still. His hot, wet mouth around my penis felt like paradise. He gently squeezed and fondled my scrotum, and found the sweet spot that lay just an inch away from the head of my dick. When he nibbled and sucked on this tender piece of flesh, I cried out around my other lover’s penis. Then he plunged the length of my cock back in his mouth, until the glans hit the back of his throat.
Ethan must’ve enjoyed the extra vibration from my moans and groans, for he face fucked me harder. His hands alternated between tugging on clumps of my hair and stroking the sweat dampened locks. His enjoyment of my oral stimulation amped up the thrill of all this sensation flooding me.
“Let Terry fuck you up the ass, while you suck me off,” he whispered, and I readily complied.
We changed up positions. I got on my knees on the couch, while Terry grabbed some lube and a box of condoms. Ethan trailed tender fingers over my face, my hair, smiling down at me as I tugged on his delicious cock and guided it back into my mouth.
Soon Terry kneeled behind me and parted my ass cheeks. He smoothed his plump cock up and down my ass crack. I grunted around the dick in my mouth and jutted my ass higher in the air, anxious to take his penis fully. He took his time spreading lube over my quivering hole, then he slipped two fingerfuls of lube up my anus and massaged for a bit.
I pulled my mouth from his lover’s penis long enough to snarl: “Fuck my ass now.”
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