Bought

by Derek Masters

  I was still in the bathroom getting ready for him when I heard the knock on the door. Our strawberries had arrived, and I was excited to have them as it’s a treat I don’t get very often. I slid the panties on, adjusted the chemise, and then burst through the door to make my grand entrance.

  That was when I realized that the gentleman from room service was still standing there. I was mortified and was about to rush back into the bathroom before I saw his face. This was no man from room service. It was Kevin.

  “Kevin? What in the hell are you doing here?” I asked, stunned to find him standing in the middle of our date.

  “Hello, Kayla. Your husband reached out to me and thanked me for treating you with respect while I was with you. We kind of started talking a bit after that, and he asked if I’d be up for a threesome with the both of you.”

  “A threesome? Dillon? What’s going on? I thought you were over all this stuff?”

  “Yeah, about that, I wanted this to be a surprise. We’ve been emailing back and forth for a bit, and since you seemed to be comfortable with him, I thought he’d be a good choice for something like this. If you’re okay with it, I’d like this night to be all about you.”

  I thought about it for a few moments before deciding what the hell? It was an experience I’d never had, and I liked the idea of being the center of attention.

  “All right, if you boys think you can handle me, let’s go!”

  It didn’t take long before all three of us were on the bed. I was positioned between them and was taking turns between kissing Dillon and kissing Kevin. Each man was pawing at me, which made me feel very sexy.

  Kevin started grabbing my breasts and kissing all over my neck while Dillon slid his hand between my legs, feeling my freshly shaved pussy already becoming slick with my juices. I knew I was about to have a lot of fun.

  “Why don’t the two of you get out of those clothes and lay down?” I asked, although it was more of a command.

  They each stripped and laid down on the bed on either side of me. Both were already becoming aroused, and I planned to use that to my advantage.

  I grabbed each of their cocks and started stroking them slowly, feeling them getting stiffer in my hand by the second. For the next 15 minutes, I took turns taking one into my mouth while I sucked the other. It was incredible, and I was very, very turned on.

  “Why don’t you go ahead and lay down now?” Dillon said as he guided me down onto the bed.

  Almost immediately, he thrust his cock into my mouth while Kevin positioned himself between my legs so he could eat my pussy. His tongue felt so good running up and down my lips, connecting with my clit at the very top.

  He ate me out for a while before Dillon said he wanted in on the action, with Kevin taking his place in my mouth. My husband used the exact same moves he’d used on the night I fucked Kevin and had me coming in what seemed like seconds.

  “Fuck, you’re too good at that,” I yelled as he came up to kiss me.

  “You love it, and you know it,” he replied.

  For the next several hours, both men took turns on me. It seemed to be a competition as every time Kevin would fuck me, Dillon would come right in and try to outdo him. I sure as fuck wasn’t going to complain about it. Then an idea popped into my head. It was a fantasy that I hadn’t even shared with Dillon.

  “I want you both at the same time,” I announced.

  “Isn’t that what we’ve been doing?” Dillon asked, genuinely confused by my question.

  “No, I want you both inside of me at once. One in front, one in back. I want you to share me!”

  That made it click for both men. Kevin was already lying on the bed, so I mounted him and slid down his thick, hard cock. Dillon followed suit and maneuvered himself on the bed behind me. After lubing himself up, he pushed his dick into my ass, nearly causing me to shake and topple over.

  “Oh my god, you both feel so good,” I screamed as I could feel them both moving inside of me.

  I felt so completely full, and it was the most intense feeling I’d ever had. Feeling each man moving within, Kevin sliding into me while Dillon slid out and vice versa was crazy. I started to orgasm almost instantly.

  “Fuck me harder!” I yelled once I got used to the feeling. “I want you to treat me like your fucking slut.”

  And that’s exactly what they did. They pounded me into oblivion. The fucked me like a slut with a capital s. I lost my bearings and didn't even know where the sounds I was making came from.

  The most amazing thing happened right at the end. I was having my most intense orgasm of the night when both men couldn’t take it any longer, and both exploded inside of me. They came so much that I couldn’t hold it all in. Their cum was escaping like a faucet all around their cocks.

  Once I had drained both of their balls completely empty, Dillon pulled himself out of me, allowing me to dismount Kevin before I collapsed on the bed. I was shaking so hard that I knew there was no way I could have stood up. It didn’t matter. Dillon laid down next to me, and I nuzzled into his chest. Kevin didn’t stick around. I think he knew that part wasn’t for him, but he did thank us for a fun evening.

  The entire night was fun, but to me, the best part was right at the end. I was in the arms of the man I loved. The man who had planned such an amazing night for me. A man who was secure enough in himself and our relationship to share me with another man. A man who I knew loved me unconditionally and had gone to great lengths to fix a marriage that was broken and turn it into what it was. I loved him, and I looked forward to spending the rest of my life by his side.

  Stalker

  A Dark Romance Novel

  Copyright © 2018 by Derek Masters

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  1

  Nick

  “A lot of people in your situation don’t get a second chance at life. We don’t want to see you back in here again. Are we clear on that?” the guard asked as he handed me a bag filled with the belongings I had when I arrived.

  “Yes, sir,” I replied, not intending to ever be back as long as I could help it.

  I took the bag into a small bathroom, changed my clothes and handed my uniform to another guard, who tossed it into a huge basket to be laundered and made available to the next person who walked through those doors with a build similar to mine.

  I was ushered outside the building and into a small gated area, where I joined several other men who appeared just as eager as I was. It was hard to believe that the day had finally arrived. It sure as hell didn’t feel like I was ever going to make it.

  The first thing I did was suck in as much of the crisp morning air as my lungs would allow me to take. Sure, I’d been outside nearly every day of my stint, but the atmosphere tasted better on that morning that it had tasted in a long time. I’m sure it had something to do with the fact that in just moments, I’d be walking out of those prison gates as a free man. The only thing separating me from my freedom was a guard checking each ID was last time to ensure that the only men leaving were the ones who were actually supposed to go.

  If I had one regret at the moment, it was that I didn’t think to pack any clothes in the event that I was relea
sed anytime other than summer, which was when I was sentenced and began my sentence.

  I was a wearing a pair of jeans and a white, thin cotton t-shirt that provided zero resistance to the cold, wintery wind that was attempting to cut straight through my body. My muscles flexed involuntarily, making me feel like I was being chilled to the bone.

  I’d made a name for myself in prison with my hard demeanor. I never caused any trouble, but that was because I never needed to. My size was enough to keep most people at bay and the ones who looked like they wanted to take a shot at me? I made it clear that it wouldn’t be a very good idea.

  Now my touch demeanor was about to deteriorate all because my body wanted to be an asshole. I tried to fight it off but I couldn’t. I started shivering like a damn child, teeth clenched to keep them from chattering together.

  The clothes on my back didn't even fit properly. My t-shirt strained against my skin and my jeans, which were relaxed fit when I entered, were far too tight. I attempted to shove my hands in my pockets to keep them warm, but it wasn’t happening. I was able to get them in as far as the knuckles, but there was no room for my hands after that.

  I watched in awe as the gates slowly rolled open. Freedom had finally arrived. Almost as if on cue, the former inmates, most of whom had been relatively quiet, began running their mouths at the guards as they walked by. I found it funny how they’d had nothing to say inside but were undoubtedly turning into tough guys. I heard every curse word and insult in their arsenal, but I wasn’t going to take part in any of it. That wasn’t me.

  Focusing my eyes on the pavement, I quickly made my way out, distancing myself away from the idiots. I looked around and watched as they all made their way into the arms of people who cared for them. Wives, girlfriends, parents, relatives. With few exceptions, someone was waiting for them. It was a luxury that I didn’t have. All I could do is walk away. Alone.

  It was strange to be unnoticed, especially considering my size and stature. Standing at 6’4” and weighing close to 260 pounds, the majority of which was solid muscle. I’ve never been a small guy. In my life, I’ve always preferred to jobs that kept me outside doing hard, manual labor. Sitting behind a desk or pushing papers are things that would never work for me.

  During my prison sentence, the only thing I had was time. Thinking all the time drove me crazy, so I chose to workout instead. If I had free time, I was working out. It helped me stay out of trouble. I already had a pretty solid form when I went to jail, but I came out cut and chiseled. I was easily in the best shape of my life.

  When I got sent to prison, I thought I was going to be like all of those other prisoners when it was time to be released. I had people who loved and cared for me as well. At least, I thought I did. The people I always thought would be there for me, turned their backs on me when I was inside. I noticed it happening when letters weren’t being returned, and phone calls weren’t being answered. I tried to tell myself that people get busy, but after a while, it became obvious what was happening. They were still living their lives and had no time for a fuck up like me.

  Since I didn’t have anyone to pick me up in their warm car, I was left to walk. I didn’t know what my future had in store for me. All I knew was what I was doing that night. Everything else would be taken day by day.

  I was confident of one thing and one thing only. After so many shitty prison trays, I needed to get a real meal in my stomach. If I had things my way, the next meal I ate would consist of a huge steak and a much-needed shot of Jack Daniels.

  The only things I had to my name were the clothes on my back, a bag with a change of clothes that weren’t going to fit me any better than what I was already wearing, and a bit of cash that was leftover from my prison account. I didn’t buy much from commissary because I knew I’d need every penny I could get when I got out.

  Everything else was going to be for me to figure out. While everyone I knew and cared about had forgotten all about me, I was fortunate to have one friend who didn’t care what anyone else thought and stood by my side from the beginning. A true friend that was willing to give me a bed to sleep in and a job at the construction company he owned. All I had to do was get to him.

  In a world where everything else seemed dark and bleak for me, I was grateful to have at least one person in life who refused to turn his back on me. I’d never had any real family. Having grown up in a series of foster homes which made it no secret that I was only there so they could collect a check, I never knew what it was like to have a real family connection.

  The only time a foster family honestly gave a shit was on my 18th birthday, and that was only because they wouldn’t be able to collect any more money from the government for taking care of me. They couldn’t get me out the door fast enough.

  I don’t like to use it as an excuse because as a man, I realize I am responsible for my own actions, but I can’t help but feel that my upbringing had a lot to do with the bad choices I’ve made in life. Those bad decisions were followed up by even worse choices. What could have been different? What if I had been raised by loving parents who could have raised me better. Would I have still ended up in prison? Maybe, but I think it would have been a lot less likely.

  Instead, I followed a dark path that saw me spend my days working at whatever construction site would have me and my evenings sitting in bars, getting wasted and seeing what kind of trouble I could get myself into.

  Unfortunately, trouble found me one night when I wasn’t even looking for it. I’d had a bad day at work, and this asshole at the bar would not stop running his mouth. I ignored it as long as I could, but eventually, I couldn’t take his constant tirade, and I snapped. The end result of me losing my temper was five years in the state pen.

  All I wanted to do was shut the guy’s mouth. I never intended to put him in a coma. It was just a fight at the bar. There was no malice on my part, but that didn’t stop the state prosecutor’s from charging me with attempted murder.

  I was determined to fight the charge and clear my name until I found out I was looking at 40 years in prison if I were to lose. I couldn’t afford a reasonable attorney and the public defender assigned to me didn’t even try to hide the fact that if the case went to trial, I probably wouldn’t come out on time.

  Instead, I accepted a plea deal that allowed me to avoid going to trial and only put me behind bars for five years instead of four decades. Even if it wasn’t intentional, I did commit the crime so I was willing to suck it up and do the time.

  You always hear a lot of horror stories about prison, but it wasn’t as bad for me as it is for some people. A lot of inmates who may have flexed their muscles at a smaller guy left me alone because I had size on my side. Still, I was smart enough to stick to myself and not go looking for trouble.

  Now that I was a free man, I wanted to do things a bit differently. No longer was I interested in being rebellious. Instead, I wanted to focus on actually being a contributing member of society. There was just one problem. I had no fucking idea of how to do that. All I could do was focus on keeping my ass out of trouble.

  The reality of it all was that I wasn’t actually a bad guy. I wasn’t even all that much of a troublemaker. I just had a low tolerance for bullshit, and when people started shit with me, I made sure that I was the one to finish it. I guess you could say that I never really played well with others.

  All of that was behind me. I was leaving it all in the past. My buddy was going to let me crash at his place while I worked to save up a little money to find a place of my own. After that, there was nothing but potential for me.

  2

  Nick

  I have no idea how many miles I’d been walking, but in the grand scheme of things, it didn’t really matter. Although it was cold, I had gotten used to it, and the weather was little more than just a minor annoyance, at least until the sun went down.

  Everything changed when the sun disappeared from the sky. The wind chill plummeted, and it began to snow, leading all of the
roads and sidewalks to freeze. I was getting chilled to the bone, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it.

  Up ahead, I could see the lights of the city where I grew up and where my life changed when all the bullshit went down. When I was locked up, I told myself that I’d never return, yet there I was, walking right up to the only city I knew.

  After walking for what felt like forever, I finally came to a bar. This wasn’t just any bar, however. It was the bar. The one where everything happened. The last place I visited as a free man. The place I was a patron of the night everything went south.

  I’d come full circle, and I wasn’t sure whether or not I would be welcomed inside. I debated not going in at all, but I was freezing. I didn’t have it in me to walk any further.

  Opening the door slowly, I cautiously walked inside, being careful not to draw any unnecessary attention to myself. The first thing I noticed was the delicious smell coming from the kitchen. It hit my nose like a sucker punch and made my mouth start to water instantly. I was already hungry when I was released, and after all that walking, I felt famished.

  The bar was packed, which was going to make being inconspicuous quite a challenge. I’d barely made it through the front door before what felt like every head in the place turned. It didn’t take long before the whispering started and I noticed plenty of widening eyes. Of course, when I returned the look, they looked in the other direction.

  As long as I lived in the area, it was something that I was going to have to get used to. I did seriously injure another man, and these people didn’t give a shit whether or not I had done it intentionally. All they cared about was the fact that I did it.

  It also didn’t help that I was such a large man. I’d been big ever since birth and only grew into my body from there. If I had a dollar for every time someone told me I should be a pro wrestler or something similar, I’d be a rich man. There wasn’t anything I could about the fact that people were intimidated by me. I’d learned to stay to myself in prison, and that’s exactly what I was going to do at the bar. Besides, I wasn’t looking to cause any trouble, especially on my first day out of prison.