“Ryan,” I hear more desperation in Stella’s voice as she calls for me.
But my mind’s clouded with fucking anger as I punch the steering wheel.
Fuck the dirty pig, he’ll deserve everything he gets when he goes to jail. I hope he ends up in general population and the inmates take care of him.
“Ryan!” Stella yells quickly dragging me out of the anger filled fantasy of cracking his head open with my bare hands.
“Sorry, Stella, what were you saying?” I try and lower the anger and hatred I have for the lowlife as I speak to my girlfriend.
“You’re pissed off, and don’t even bother denying it. He’s been arrested and Macy’s getting the care she requires.”
“He fucking deserves to have the same courtesy paid to him as he’s done to his daughter,” I say through a jaw clenched so tightly that I can feel my teeth grinding together.
“He’ll be dealt with severely and rapidly, he’ll get what he’s entitled to in the form of punishment.”
“How do you know, Stella? Look at my uncle, he’s walking around freely and without a care in the world, as I struggle every damn day with the knowledge and the memory of what he did to me. Says who that Macy’s father doesn’t walk free and takes her back and does even more horrific things to her? He could pimp her out or he could have men lined up to fuck her innocent little body as he makes her give him a blow job. Predators never stop. Says who he’ll get his karma?” My hands are in fists as my entire body’s shaking with fury. I can feel my stomach tensing up and my throat pulsating with a lump sitting at the base.
“Is that what happened to you, Ryan?” Stella asks in a sorrow filled voice.
Without even realizing what I’m doing, I turn around and punch the driver’s side window. It shatters and splutters outward, leaving me with a little bit of glass on myself but my hand split from the impact of breaking it.
“Is that what your uncle did to you?”
No lies, ever.
“Yes.” It takes every muscle in me to face the truth, and allow Stella a little more into my darkness.
“Get home and wrap that hand before Mason gets there.” I didn’t have to tell her what I did, she already knew. “Tonight, spend time with him and talk but tomorrow you’re both to be at my house by 11am. We’ll have some lunch, and then we’ll start on the scene.”
“I know,” I say, clearly still agitated with the situation.
“Ryan, you need to learn to trust me.”
“I do, I have unconditional faith in you.” And truthfully, I’d even go as far as to say that I trust Stella’s judgment and I’m confident that what she does is all for my own benefit.
“Well go home, wrap your hand and I want you to put him out of your mind. I need both you and Mason well rested because once you cross the threshold of my dungeon tomorrow, you’ll require every ounce of control and strength that you have.”
Just having Stella tell me to erase it from my mind instantly relaxes me. My breath returns to normal and I find that my hands aren’t balled up tight holding in the anger and hate I had moments earlier.
“Alright,” I finally concede.
“My two sexy toys are allowed to kiss and feel each other with your hands above clothes, however, you’re not allowed to come and you’re certainly not allowed to explore below the neck with your mouths.”
Damn, I’m fucking hard and so turned on.
“Stella.” My voice comes out scratchy and husky.
“Oh, my toy likes the idea of feeling Mason’s rigid cock, does he?”
“Fuck, I love the thought of it,” I admit as I move my cut hand down to stroke myself.
“Tell me, is it Mason’s mouth that you find alluring or the thought of him pushing deep inside you that you’re breathing heavy for?”
“It’s the idea of you being there and telling me what I want to do, to please you. It’s also the image of fucking Mason’s cock with my mouth as yours is wrapped around mine and you thrust onto a vibrator. Damn, Stella, it’s just the fact that you’ll be there watching us as we discover each other’s body.”
“Hmmm, now I’m wet and need to be fucked. Preferably by your cock,” Stella moans into the phone. “But I’ll have to lock the door and get my Hitachi wand out to do the job.”
Please, please stop talking. My cock’s so solid and as I look down I can see a little bit of pre-cum soaking through my uniform.
“Unless you’re going to let me empty myself in your mouth or deep inside you then please stop talking, Stella.”
“It’s all about control and the more I tease and bring you back, the better restraint you’ll gain over your body. Now do you want to listen as the wand fucks me hard or would you prefer that you hang up?” I hear a buzz in the back ground and I can only imagine Stella sitting with her legs wide open as she positions a mirror in front of her and the head of the wand vibrates against her pussy.
“I have to go,” I say as I move my hand away from my aching and desperate cock.
“Hmmm, now remember… hhhhhhh. Only kissing – oh fuck…. And touching above…..shit – oh god, fuck me, oooooohhhh, above clothes.” Her breath intensifies and that sexy moan is stuck in her throat as she’s trying to talk to me. “Fuuuuuck, oh fuck.”
“I’ve got to go,” I say as I abruptly hang up. My throat’s all parched and I’m shaking from holding my own damn release back.
I sit in my car for a good twenty minutes before I’m able to stop having Stella breathing heavy and enjoying herself as I listened on replay around in my mind.
When I get home and close the front door I’m immediately assaulted with Mason as he pushes me up against the cool wood and he attacks my mouth.
“I missed you, Ryan,” he mumbles against my mouth as he pins me to the wall with his hips. He grabs both my hands and clasps them in one of his as he holds them above my head, he’s not using force to restrain me, I’m willingly giving myself to him.
“Jeez, I missed you too,” I say as Mason skims his nose up following my jawline to my ear. He traces the curve of my lobe with his wet raspy tongue as his stubble lightly grazes the tender and sensitive skin below my ear.
“I just want to feel you and I really want to kiss.”
“Yes, Mase, I want your body on mine.” My eyelids roll closed and my mouth falls open as Mason greedily devotes his lips to my neck and jaw.
“Look at me, Ryan.” My eyes fly open to see Mason only a hairs breadth away from me. “Your eyes are black with hunger, and Stella’s already told me we can’t make the other come or I’d be fucking you right now,” Mason says as he sucks my chin into his mouth and swirls his tongue across my responsive heated skin.
“Kiss me.” I hungrily take his mouth with mine, lapping at his tongue as I worship his supple yet firm lips. I lower our arms and slowly move around him as I reverse the rolls and push him up against the door. My hands move to go under his shirt so I can feel his enticing smooth chest against me, but Stella’s warning catapults forward causing me to stop everything that’s happening.
“What the hell?” Mason says as he grips my shirt and rests his head back on the door.
“Stella, she warned us. And we both know that neither of us would’ve stopped this.”
“Fuck, Ry, as much as I want to say that your wrong, I also have to say that you’re damn right. Since I’ve been gone all I’ve wanted to do is come back and taste you.”
“You really need to stop talking because I’ve only got so much damn control,” I state as I walk away from Mason. “What do you want for dinner?” I try and change the entire subject so I can get my body to calm down and not continue to crave People’s Magazine sexiest man alive.
“Chinese?”
“Sure, you know where the delivery menus are, go and order as I get changed.”
I walk into my bedroom, lie on my bed and just stare up at the ceiling. What the fuck’s happened to me?
Consumed by total quiet I can’t help but think about the dire
ction that’s brought me to the present. A place where I’m not suffocating in heavy shame and hate, but where a candle’s flickering waiting for me to embrace and accept it.
Bang.
Bang.
“Ry, you alright? Chinese will be here in about half an hour,” Mason says from the other side of the closed door.
“Yeah I’m fine, I’ll be out in a few.”
I hear Mason walk away as I get up and change into my black jeans and green shirt. When I walk into the family room, Mason’s sitting on the sofa and has two beers out watching some bullshit show on TV.
“For me?” I ask as I pick up the beer on the table.
“Yeah,” he replies as he turns the TV off.
“How’s filming?” I sit on my single chair and sink into it.
“It’s good, there’re still a few weeks left and some touch up scenes to do, but all in all it’s almost finished.”
“So you should be home soon?”
“In time for your birthday, old man,” he jibes as he throws the bottle cap at me. “I want to talk to you about the three of us.” Oh fuck, don’t tell me there’s some jealousy thing about to happen. Some crap love triangle thing.
“Yeah, what about it?” I hesitantly ask.
“Well this is how I see it.” Mason pauses as he takes a swig from his bottle and I watch his lips wrap around the bottle head wishing he was doing that to me. “Stop fucking staring, you sex crazed man whore,” he says and we both laugh.
“Sorry, I was just thinking about your mouth.”
“Anyway,” he interrupts cutting me off from adding anymore. “I think you and Stella are perfect for each other, and I think she needs you as much as you need her. So I’ve asked Stella to find me another Domme.”
“What? I don’t get it?”
“There’s nothing really to get, it’s never been about love with us. She’s simply my Master and my friend, but now I want more and Stella’s not the one for me. She’s your equal just like you’re hers. It was always just business and pleasure with Stella and me. I’m not moving aside because I don’t want to come between you two, I’m stepping away because I want what you two have.”
“Mase, I’m…”
“You’re in love with her.”
I take another drink from the bottle of beer and look away from Mason.
“No use in denying it to me, Ry. I’ve known you virtually all our lives and I know that you love her just as much as she loves you.”
Fuck.
She loves me, too?
How does he know?
“Look…” I start.
“Are you really going to try to deny it? Am I wrong?”
I lower my head and shake it no. I do love her, and even though what Mason’s saying is absolute madness, he’s also incredibly accurate.
“I haven’t told her.”
“Well maybe the time’s just not right. But regardless, I want that, too.”
“What happens with us?” I ask as I look up and see that Mason’s watching me.
“Ryan, you and Stella may love each other, but that’s not going to stop the scene tomorrow. I just want her to be able to find me a Domme that’ll be happy to scene with you and her from time to time.”
“How are you so calm about all of this?”
“Because it makes me happy to know that my best friend is in love. And tomorrow I’ll finally get to taste him and make him even happier. And I’m hoping that….” He stops talking again to gather his thoughts, “that my best friend can lay his past in the grave it deserves and move toward to a future with no hurt.”
What the hell?
He knows.
It’s then that the memory of the night I destroyed my room floods me and I remember the words Mason said as he held me tight against his body.
“You’re safe, Ryan. I won’t let him hurt you.”
“You know,” I whisper in a breathless voice as my beer slips from my hand and hits the floor.
“I’ve always known.” Mason confirms in a much less confident voice.
“How?” I ask as I bury my embarrassed and flaming face.
“Why are you hiding? You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Because, you know.”
“I’ve known since after Christmas vacation of the year we turned twelve.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I was twelve years old and didn’t know what to say or do. And you never talked to me about it, so I thought that I better not bring it up.”
“How?” I ask as I look over to him.
“Because you’d come back from staying at your uncles house and you’d be angry and get in trouble at school all the time. But what gave it away, there was a time we played basketball and you fell on your ass and then got up and went to the bathroom, I followed you in there to see if you were alright and I heard you crying saying that you hated him for hurting you.”
“I don’t remember that,” I honestly reply.
“Well it happened, and ever since then I’ve known.”
“You must be disgusted with the person I am?”
“How can I be? I love you even more. You’re my best friend and I don’t hold what happened to you, against you. You were only a kid and this isn’t on you, it’s on him for driving that hurt in you.”
“I never knew you even had an inclination.”
“And Stella told me that he and your other uncle are putting on your mom’s sixtieth.”
The knot in my stomach appears and tightens with the mention of Mom’s party.
“Yeah.”
“You have to go, Ryan. It’s for your mom, not him.”
“Yeah I know,” I dismally admit.
“Stella will be with you and if you want I’ll fly back to flank you, too. You need to confront him to see he’s not a twenty foot tall monster, but a weak and pathetic man that preyed on a boy.”
I don’t say anything I simply nod my head.
I know Mason’s right.
I need to confront the poison that is my uncle and cut out the cancerous growth that’s exhausted and monopolized me.
It’s time to face my abuser.
Chapter 27
Mason and I walk up to Stella’s front door and don’t even get the chance to knock, the door creaks open and Stella’s standing before us in an intricate black corset that’s tight and pushing her tits up, a tiny red thong barely covering her pussy and high heeled red fuck me stilettos.
Oh my god. I think my damn heart nearly fell out of the cavity of my chest as I’m standing here staring at the gorgeous woman before me. Her hair’s pulled back into a tight ponytail and her eyes have that black eye shadow thing around them making her intense green irises frame her face and harden her look even more than normal.
She’s fucking sexy and I can’t wait until she tells me what to do in order to please her.
“Pet,” Stella says and Mason’s barely inside the door when he graciously drops to waiting position.
“Boy,” my Master calls on me and I fall to my knees ready to please her.
“Oh yes, you both make me very happy. It’s so gratifying to see my toys eagerly ready to submit to me. My pussy’s already wet with just the sight of my fuck toys offering themselves and trusting me.”
I’m wearing jeans and in this position I can already feel how uncomfortable my cock is as it’s bunched together desperate to fuck Master or Mason.
“You may stand up and go to my bedroom to remove your clothes. You’re not allowed to speak to each other or even look at each other. Fold your clothes neatly and place them on the chair, once you’ve done that then you’re to go to the bathroom and ensure you’re ready to play. Pet, you may go first, then boy, you’re to follow. When you’re both done, you’re to get into waiting position outside the dungeon door. Eyes are to remain on the ground at all times. When I’m ready then I’ll come to you. Do you both understand?”
“Yes, Master,” both Mason and I answer in unison.
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br /> “Stand and proceed with your instructions.”
Mason and I stand up and go to our Master’s bedroom and follow every command as she specified. When we’re done from the bathroom, we both quietly go to her dungeon and kneel with our foreheads to the ground and our palms facing up, simply waiting for our Master’s guidance.
I start counting the seconds as I anticipate and prepare for the most nerve wracking yet hopefully rewarding experiences of my existence.
The door to the dungeon opens and I hear laughter, not just my Master’s but another woman’s too.
“Oh yes you’re definitely correct, Master, they’re both delicious as they kneel waiting to please you,” says a softer but higher pitched voice.
“This one here’s only new,” my Master says as she pets my head. “But he’s proving to be very enjoyable and adaptable. I’ve owned this one for a while now, and he always pleases me,” she says as her hand leaves my head.
“I’m looking forward to seeing what your playthings can do,” says the soft voice.
“Mistress K, should we get this started?”
“Fuck yes, I love to play and reward these two good subs.”
“Pet, boy, when I step away I want you to crawl to inside the dungeon door and go into ready position,” our Master commands.
I hear her step aside but wait for her direction.
“You may enter.”
Both Mason and I crawl inside and get into ready pose waiting for our Master’s word. With my chin on my chest I can’t see much except for my Master’s fucking hot stilettos.
“Today I have a friend here to watch and possibly play with you. You may address her as Mistress K. You’re to remain respectful toward her but ultimately I’m your Master and your directions will only come from me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” both Mason and I say together.
Fuck, another Domme watching and maybe playing with us.
You’ve got to be kidding me. I never thought there’d be two of my Master, but now that they’re both in the room I can’t fucking wait to get started.
“Pet, I’d like to hear your safe words.”
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