by Jamie Hill
Seth smiled and nodded. “You got it.” He glanced back to the front. “Michael's getting really pissed that I'm talking at the same time he is. See how his cheeks are flushed? I'm in for some trouble when I get home.” He didn't seem the least bit worried.
Carla's pussy dampened at the sexy look on his face. Clamping her legs together tightly, she breathed in and out slowly. Gay and married, gay and married. She decided to ask about it. “So, how long have you two been together?"
"Michael and I met about eight years ago at a Rose & Thorn play party, if you can believe that. We were both members but hadn't run into each other before that night. The minute I saw him—wow.” He placed one hand over his heart. “He felt the same way."
"That's so sweet.” She felt a tinge of jealousy. That kind of thing never happens to me.
"Actually, it was rather awkward.” He grinned. “There was a kinky game of Twister going on. He and I had to extricate ourselves from the situation, so to speak."
"Oh my god!” She felt the heat of her blush.
Seth's eyes sparkled. “It was a great night. We found a quiet corner to talk and later took a drive up the beach. We were still yakking our heads off when the sun came up."
"Talking.” Carla smiled accusingly.
"That night, yeah. Don't get me wrong, the sex came soon after. He and I were all over each other. We've been together ever since. Still love to talk and still can't keep our hands off one another.” His eyebrows wagged up and down.
A warm feeling spread through her belly. It was mainly happiness for them, but a touch of envy, because of her own situation, niggled at her. “That's a great story. So you two are officially husband and ... husband?"
"Oh, yeah. We made it legal when the state said we could, but three years ago was our official ceremony. There was a hippie minister with long hair, a really cool guy. All our friends were there, and afterwards we had a big party and danced all night long."
"Sounds nice.” She gazed to the front where Michael finished his presentation. “Uh-oh. I've completely missed the announcements."
Seth shrugged, the ornery grin still spread across his face. “No big deal. We'll just pester Michael to find out what we missed."
Carla shook her head. “That's asking for trouble."
His eyes lit up. “I sure hope so."
* * * *
Back at her flat, Carla sat in her bra and panties, polishing off a pint of rocky road ice cream. She'd purchased a new dress and had only managed to meet one guy—one gay, married guy. Two guys, if you counted his Dom partner. She could already tell Michael was the more strong-minded of the pair, a force to be reckoned with.
Seth, on the other hand, appeared to be a force she could only hope to reckon with. She envisioned him lying naked on the floor before her, his thick, long cock standing tall.
She wore her red lace teddy with garter straps leading to black fishnet stockings. She raised her foot and stepped on his chest with one stiletto heel.
His cock pulsed as she pressed the spike against his flesh. A bead of pre-cum oozed from the slit of his crown. She nudged it with her shoe. The creamy droplet glistened on the shiny leather over her toes.
Carla frowned. “You've mussed my expensive shoes. What are we going to do about that?"
Seth, staying low to the floor, rolled over and crawled forward. Carefully, he licked the top of the leather clean and polished it with the back of his arm.
"Much better. But I can see I'm going to need to tie you down. I don't believe I gave you permission to move."
Flipping onto his back, he voluntarily extended his hands and legs. His cock still pulsed, and she knew it must be throbbing against his belly. Carla was sure she caught a hint of a smile on his face.
The ring of the telephone startled her from the daydream. She was embarrassed to find her hand inside her panties, spreading her wet pussy lips apart.
Grabbing the receiver, she tried to speak and breathe normally. “Hello."
"Carla?"
Oh my god! She'd neglected to notice the caller identification screen, but the silken voice couldn't belong to anyone else. “Seth?"
"Hi. I know we just left each other a while ago, but I haven't stopped thinking about you. Haven't wanted to stop thinking about you, that is."
She inhaled. “I—I don't understand. You and Michael—"
"Are perfectly happy and secure in our relationship. We've been in love for as long as I can remember, and we plan to be together until the end of time. But we like to play. He'll always be my Master, and I believe I told you I'm looking for a sub."
"You did. I think I mentioned that I am, too."
"You did,” he echoed. “I have a proposition for you. Please don't answer now, take some time and think about it."
"What on Earth are you talking about?” Carla couldn't fathom what was on his mind.
"I was captivated by you the minute we laid eyes on each other. I couldn't stop talking about you after our meeting at the petrol station. I think I drove Michael a little bit nuts."
Her heart pounded in her chest. “Really?"
"Absolutely. I've always been gay, and other than a couple of sticky backseat attempts in high school, I've never been with a woman. But something about you fascinates me. I want to be with you."
She blinked rapidly to gather her thoughts. “I'm still not sure I understand."
He continued in a rush of words. “I know you're looking for a slave, but I'd like you to consider switching. Michael will be our Master, and I'll be your Dom. Two men, fulfilling your every desire—probably some desires you didn't even know you had. I promise you, we'll make submission the most heavenly state you've ever been in."
Carla's pussy gushed through her panties. Two men at once, concentrating on me? One of them the gorgeous, hunky Seth? But the other was the formidable Michael. She thought about that for a moment. She'd never been with a black man, and he was very good looking. The idea intrigued her. “I used to be a sub,” she said softly.
"Ah, really? I understand lots of dominants start out that way. Both top and bottom can be extremely nice and satisfying. Please say you'll consider it. I haven't stopped fantasising about you."
"You've been fantasising about me?” Her breath caught. Tingles of excitement pulsed through her.
"God, yes. Every minute since we met. If I didn't think it would scare you off, I'd tell you exactly what I've been imagining. I don't want you to worry that I'm a letch."
I should be nervous as hell. She barely knew him. But the allure of being with two men at once was strong. The fact that one of them was Seth made it even better. He'd been her knight in shining armour when he really didn't have to. He wanted to. “I'm not worried."
"Whew.” He breathed an audible sigh of relief. “Take some time and think about it. Like Michael told you, we practise safe, sane, consensual sex. We've both had recent blood tests and we'll use condoms. We have a nice set-up at our house, but, if you're concerned about coming here, I'm sure we can work something out."
"Okay,” she replied inanely. She wasn't sure what to say.
"You have my number, right?"
"I do.” They'd written on napkins and exchanged them at the restaurant. His was still tucked safely away in her purse.
"Please consider it. I think we could make you very happy. I know you'd make me happy—meeting you has already done that."
Her heart lurched. “I'll get back to you."
"Bye for now.” His voice remained silky smooth to the end.
Carla clutched the phone for a moment before she hung it up. She leaned back on the sofa and thought about his offer. Being a submissive slave to two handsome men at one time. She couldn't even think about it without creaming.
Slipping her hand into her panties, she rubbed the hardened nub of her clit. It pulsed under her fingers, growing larger with each circled pass.
The scenario had changed. She was the one on the floor, tied spread eagle, thighs wide. Two men ga
zed down at her, stroking their cocks as they examined her naked body. They split up, one throbbing cock taking her mouth, the other her aching pussy.
She exploded in a wave of sensation, warm juices flooding her hand. Her clit pulsed and throbbed. Carla continued rubbing, sending shockwaves from deep in her pussy outwards. When the last shudder had passed, she sat up, trying to focus. She had a decision to make.
Pressing her sticky thighs together, she smiled. Or have I already made it?
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Chapter Three
Michael Stone sat on one corner of the sofa and watched his husband complete a phone call.
Seth dropped onto the other end of the couch. “Carla's considering my proposal."
Michael studied the look on his lover's face. Seth seemed really enthused. “That's what you asked her to do."
"I know.” Seth smiled. “God, what an exhilarating day! I can't believe how this worked out."
"Nothing has worked out yet, babe."
"I have a feeling in my gut that it will."
Leaning in, Michael stared at him. He was amazed that Seth felt so strongly about an idea that hadn't surfaced until last week. “You really want this, don't you?"
Seth grew sheepish. “I'm sorry. You know it's nothing personal. Once I got the idea in my mind, it was all I could think about."
"And you're sure you want your slave to be a woman? Gay men all over the world are cringing right now."
He chuckled. “Shush. Women have assholes too, you know, with nice, fleshy cheeks surrounding them."
"That one, especially.” Michael rolled his eyes.
"You're awful.” Seth lunged at him, wrestling Michael down on the sofa. “I think her body is gorgeous. Maybe I need to practise being a Dom and redden your ass."
"I don't think so.” Michael nipped at his neck. “But I might paddle you for being so cheeky. Want to play?"
Seth made a face. “I've gotten myself worked up thinking about dominating someone. Kind of had my heart set on it.” Bending his neck to provide better access, he squirmed as Michael nuzzled him. “You sure I can't practise on you?"
"Positive.” Michael sucked his skin forcefully, leaving his mark. He was the dom, Seth was the sub. He liked it that way and didn't have any crazy ideas about switching.
"Ugh.” Seth groaned, wriggling his thigh against Michael's erection.
Michael knew the hickey sent a shiver down his lover's spine. Seth liked a bit of pain with his pleasure. Michael understood that better than anyone else ever could. He reached for Seth's crotch and found a bulge as hard as his. “What do we have here?"
"I can never resist you. Hell, why even try?” Seth reached for him, pressing his body down into Michael's.
"Well?” Michael was insistent, his lips covering every inch of the sexy neck before him. He'd never start the D/s role-play without Seth agreeing he was ready. They had an understanding.
"Kiss me.” Seth grasped his face, and they kissed passionately, tongues nudging back and forth. “Okay,” he finally agreed. His reluctance showed.
Michael felt a twinge of guilt for coercing Seth into the role-play and was determined to give his lover so much pleasure, Seth wouldn't be sorry he'd agreed. “On your knees,” he barked. The transition was that fast.
Seth dropped to the floor in front of the sofa, assuming the stance his Master demanded. He lowered his gaze to the carpet.
"Your insolence has not gone unnoticed. I want you in the playroom, now. Strip naked and kneel before my chair with my favourite paddle in your mouth. Move!" Michael watched him scramble to do as instructed. He stayed a few steps back, then paused to watch from the observation area when they hit the basement.
Seth crawled as fast as possible, rising only to turn on the bright, overhead lights. Returning to his knees, he removed his clothes and piled them neatly in the corner.
An assortment of whips and paddles hung on the far wall. Seth grabbed the one his Master wanted, a green, ping-pong type paddle with rubber sides, and put it in his mouth. He crawled to the armless, straight-backed chair in the centre of the room and knelt before it.
Michael allowed ten minutes to pass before he sauntered in. He studied his slave. Seth's back had to ache from kneeling so straight, but he never let his guard down. With the two-way mirror, Seth realized he was being observed at all times, a big part of their fun. Michael smiled. I love to watch this man. “Finally ready?"
Seth's eyes remained on the floor. He didn't speak or move a muscle.
"Your cock is already half erect. I just know you'll make a mess when I turn you over my knees. I believe I'll cage that huge bugger of yours to keep my trousers clean.” He went to the wall and chose a leather chastity pouch.
Sitting on the chair, he reached down and grasped Seth's cock and balls. With his other hand, he wedged them into the leather pouch which wouldn't allow Seth's erection to grow any bigger. After securing the device with small locks on either side, he sat up. Michael smiled, knowing how much Seth loved that part. “There you go. How does that feel?"
Paddle in his mouth, Seth didn't reply, but his eyes bulged with an expression of extreme arousal.
Excellent. Seth was fully into the game and his role as the perfect submissive. Michael exhaled with relief, tamping down his own excitement for the moment. Business before pleasure. “I'll take that as a fine, Sir. I'll take the paddle, as well.” He removed it from Seth's mouth and patted his knees. “Up you come."
Seth climbed eagerly across the lap, allowing his arms and legs to hang limply from either side.
"Position,” Michael snapped.
Quickly, Seth pressed just his fingertips to the floor. Straightening his legs, he spread his knees the prescribed five inches and touched his toes to the tile. He'd hold that until told he could move, or do his best trying.
"Such smooth, white skin.” Michael ran a hand over Seth's taut ass cheeks. He loved every inch of his submissive's body, but the bum was definitely one of his favourite parts. “Soon this flesh will be slightly pink then beet red."
Seth's cock, bound by the soft, confining pouch, twitched helplessly against Michael's legs. There was no way he could get an erection, but Michael knew that didn't stop the feelings of arousal. When he spanked his naughty boy this way, Seth always came soon after. If not during.
Just because he wanted to feel the leather-clad cock in his hand, Michael reached under Seth and groped a little before tugging one lock. “Yes, that'll take care of you for today. No way you can come with that thing on."
Seth squirmed at his touch.
Michael squeezed the pouch one last time. “But when you do come, it'll be all the more glorious because of this confinement. You know that, don't you?"
His slave remained silent. My well-trained subbie. The thought caused his own cock to pulse. Raising the paddle, he planted it firmly on the tight-fleshed bum before him.
His lover jumped, a normal reaction to the first swat.
Michael got into the role of demanding Master that they both loved. “Stop fidgeting. You know I despise it when you fidget."
He could tell Seth attempted to hold still, but his body had already begun to twitch.
The paddle smacked against ass cheeks again. Michael decided that was a good time to be honest with Seth and explain how he felt. “I want you to know my thoughts about your request to find a submissive of your own. It doesn't please me that you want to fuck somebody else.” A third smack sounded against flesh.
Seth's head turned slightly to face him, surprise evident.
Michael knew his actions weren't exactly fair. Seth wouldn't speak without permission. Michael was free to say whatever he wanted, without interruption, and took advantage of it. “I know why you want to do it. I understand the urge to dominate, believe me, I do. You want to try your hand at it. And you know you'll never be dominant over me.” Three more smacks should just about do it. Michael made them fast and light.
"Permission to
speak, Master?” Seth muttered when the blows stopped.
"Too much?"
"No, sir. I'm just surprised at what you're telling me."
"This isn't the time for you to talk about that. I'm letting you know how I feel, and you should simply listen."
"Yes, Master."
Michael rubbed one hand over the puckered, reddened ass. “I would like to know your thoughts about this. How do you feel right now?"
"Like fire is burning my backside. Pain tinged with pleasure. The spanking hurts and excites me at the same time. The orgasm after will definitely be worth it."
"You like a little pain, don't you slave? Only a little, and only when I administer it.” He kneaded the red cheeks. “See, I know just how much you want. How much you crave. Because you do crave it, don't you, slave?"
Seth gasped as Michael rubbed his ass. “Yes, Master. Oh god, yes."
"Someone else isn't going to know what you need, baby. To top it off, I can't believe you want to fuck a woman. In some ways, that makes it better, I guess. But I just don't get you. I watched you with her, today. You looked hungry, like a wolf. Like you couldn't wait to eat her up.” He drew the paddle back one last time and let it fly.
Seth grunted with the delight only the pain could bring him.
"I think you've had enough. You ass is a gorgeous cherry red.” Michael tossed the paddle to the floor and ran a finger down Seth's sweat-slicked back. He moistened the digit and kept going, straight through the crease of his lover's bum. He pried the puffy ass cheeks apart and circled the pretty, pink rosebud he found there. “Oh, yeah. Puckering nice and tight for me.” He drove the finger in as deep as it would go.
Seth inhaled then bucked his hips.
Michael knew his lover's ass had to be sore, but the man was desperate for more. Michael felt the same way. His cock ached for release. “That's it. Fuck my finger. In fact, I think I'm going to let you do all the work tonight.” He held the digit still as Seth humped, then withdrew it. “We're moving to the bed. Get the lube."
Seth crawled off his Master's lap. He grabbed a bottle of lubricant from the side table and followed Michael to the bed.
