“As well as that, I want to be able to fuck one of my boys while ordering our girl to be fucked by the other one,” Dylan drawled.
Both Peter and Mathew groaned.
“Great, now I have a hard-on that could pound nails,” Peter whined.
“Poor baby…you only had to say something, sweets. Mathew, suck Peter’s cock,” Dylan said in a deep, commanding voice. Both boys knew not to question him when he used that tone with them. They both automatically fell into submissive mode. Mathew slid to the floor and crawled toward Peter’s chair.
“Peter, you stand up facing the table and bend over. Give Mathew plenty of room to get under you so he can suck that beautiful cock that could hammer nails.” Peter stood and got into position, and Mathew squeezed between the table and his crotch. Mathew used his teeth and lightly bit Peter’s cock through his pants. The slight pain and pleasure made Peter rock his hips toward Mathew, pushing his cock harder against his mouth. Mathew released him and started to work on his belt and pants, dropping them to his ankles, his cock bouncing free from the tight confines it had suffered in his pants. “As he’s sucking you, my boy, I’m going to fuck that pretty ass of yours. He watched as Peter shivered with desire. “You like that idea, do you, baby?” he asked, stalking toward the duo like a predator stalking its prey.
“Yes, Master,” Peter replied, his voice thick with lust.
Chapter Two
Mathew licked Peter’s cock from base to tip, wrapping his tongue around the crown and sliding it down his shaft like a closed fist of tongue. He pulled the condom and pack of lube from his pants pocket. He made sure every outfit he wore carried a condom or two and pack of lube just in case he was in the mood. Standing next to Peter, he ordered, “Prepare me, baby.”
Peter twisted his upper torso so he could let Mathew continue his ministrations on his shaft. He then released Dylan’s cock from its nest. He fisted the shaft and gave him a few gentle strokes.
“Did I give you permission to play?” Dylan demanded, even though he enjoyed the sensation of Peter’s hand.
“No, Master. Sorry, Master.” Peter rolled the condom into position and opened the pack of lube, handing it to Dylan.
“What a good boy you are. Now widen your stance.” He pushed Peter’s legs further apart, giving him better access. He watched as Mathew licked Peter’s balls and sucked first one then the other into his mouth. He could see the anticipation was killing Peter. He had Mathew’s talented mouth working on him, and his Master about to conquer his dark passage. He began rubbing the lube around Peter’s dark rose and slipped a finger inside his ass. “Now, a good boy won’t come until his Master gives him permission. Naughty boys get punished, don’t they?”
Dylan tried hard not to smirk. He knew how much it cost Peter. His moan confirmed his struggle. Peter, at the best of times, had trouble controlling his orgasms, and after almost a year of submitting to him he was getting pretty good at it. But he also knew how to push him just that much further. He knew how much Peter loved to get punished.
“Mathew, my love, if you can get Peter to be a naughty boy, I’ll allow you to punish him, and as an added bonus, I’ll make Peter be your cock-sucking slut for three whole days,” Dylan stated.
“Thank you, Master. I can’t wait to make him show you what a naughty boy he is,” Mathew cooed.
* * * *
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Peter had no hope now. Mathew was going to make him come for sure. The reward was just too good for him. Mathew licked his cock and rubbed it over his face. He lapped at his balls and tongued the sensitive skin just behind them as Dylan positioned his cock at his ass and started pushing. His cock breached the first ring of muscle as Mathew practically swallowed his cock right down his throat. The sensations for him were unbelievable. He started panting, trying to stop his orgasm and then counted to twenty in his head. Anything to distract himself from the mind-blowing pleasure he felt from having his Master filling his ass and his cock swallowed by Mathew.
Over and over, the waves of pleasure consumed him as his Master started slow and powerful strokes in his ass.
“I must say, you’re being a very good boy. I thought you’d have been naughty by now,” Dylan said.
“I’m trying to be good, Master,” Peter ground out through gritted teeth.
“Yes, you are. Too bad I’m going to make you fail your test,” Dylan said with a powerfully hard thrust inward. “You see, Mathew beat his sales target by forty percent this month. So you, my boy, are going to be his reward.
“I want to give you a fighting chance, Peter. You can only come after I’ve come in your beautiful ass. If you achieve that goal, then you have the victory,” Dylan tilted his hips forward and angled his cock to ensure that each stroke hit Peter’s sensitive prostate.
Peter knew there was no hope. He wasn’t going to last. He was using his last ounce of control to postpone his orgasm. He again deep-throated him, swallowing so his throat muscles massaged his cock. It was too much. He couldn’t hold on. At the same moment, Dylan’s thrust hit his prostate. Ah! He came and came and came. He felt Mathew swallowing his cum, and by the look on his face, the pulsing and jerking of his cock must have been painful. His heart was thumping in his chest at the thought of Mathew taking his seed inside his body.
“Master, Peter’s been a naughty boy,” Mathew crowed like a child telling tales to his teacher.
“So he has, Mathew. So he has,” Dylan said while pumping into Peter’s ass. One, two, three more thrusts and he shouted his release, filling the condom with his cum.
After Peter sensed Dylan’s breathing and heartbeat returning to normal, and with his semi-erect cock still buried deep in Peter’s ass, Dylan said, “Well, Mathew, it looks like you’ve earned yourself a little cock slut for three days.”
“Thank you, Master, I’m so going to enjoy my cock slut,” Mathew replied with a wicked grin.
“I have no doubt about that, my darling boy. On a side note, good work on the sales figures, too. You’ve pleased me.” Dylan pulled himself from Peter’s ass, and he groaned as his cock slid free.
“If my reward is a cock slut, Master, then I’ll ensure my figures are higher every month,” Mathew croaked, taking a long drink of his soda. His throat was clearly still raw from the massive explosion of Peter’s orgasm.
“Hmm… I may actually have to think about that. It’s not a bad incentive to improve our targets overall. But there has to be some equality. If Peter meets his production targets, he’d have to have a cock slut, too,” Dylan replied while using a tissue to help him remove the condom. He then wrapped it in another before tossing it in the trash. “Well, when would you like Peter to become your cock slut, today or tomorrow?”
* * * *
“Today please, Master,” Mathew replied with a gleeful grin, watching Peter as he pulled up his pants and straightened his clothing. He thought wickedly of all the things he was going to get Peter to do in the coming days. He still had a throbbing hard-on, which hadn’t been taken care of in the session today. He knew Dylan would make sure he was satisfied, if not now then later. It had been an interesting challenge for him as a Dom in the past to submit to Dylan now. He had learned to accept it because he loved Dylan with all his heart. Also, now having Peter as their slave helped greatly, and having someone to dominate whenever he wanted took away the restless need he felt.
But it still didn’t take away the need for a woman. If only Mia, their receptionist extraordinaire by day, would turn into a kinky slut by night and want to become part of their funky family, his life would be complete. Although, after three years of her working with them and not once showing a sign of turning to the dark side, he’d given up. No, actually he would never give up fantasizing and dreaming about Mia. His favorite fantasy was of her as the meat in a manwich, with Dylan and Peter as the bread. He stifled a groan and adjusted his hard-on to a more manageable position. God, he had to stop doing this to himself.
“Yes, you do need some pleasure. I ca
n see by the bulge in your pants. Tonight, Peter will begin as your cock slut, and I don’t want you to come till then. The anticipation will make it all the more enjoyable for you,” Dylan said.
Mathew knew he was right, and the anticipation and buildup always gave him a much more powerful orgasm. He also lasted extra-long the second time round.
“Well, boys, a sensational ending to our lunch conference, as always. Let’s get back to work. We have money to make,” Dylan said as he walked toward the door.
The erotic aroma of sex permeated the boardroom, but knowing no one would be using it for the rest of the day, there would be no need to air out the room. The sadist inside wanted to call Mia in and get her to take notes on something, forcing her to smell the scents of them. Would she even wonder what had happened when she smelled their essences? He groaned again at the thought of Mia taking any part of them into her body. It’s official. I’m a sick bastard, and I need to focus on a new woman for my fantasies. Their precious, innocent, and vanilla little Mia was too good, too nice for their needs.
* * * *
Mia wanted to groan out her frustration. Hearing their moans and groans for the past hour was just so unfair. She only had her battery-operated boyfriend to help her come, and he didn’t do it either as hard or as well as she’d heard them do it. Plastic was great, and her advanced, silicone, lifelike rabbit did the job. However, after a while, the thought of that silicone sliding into her body made her cringe. She dreamed of a hard cock in her hands, in her pussy, or in her mouth. Hell, at this point she’d even try it between her breasts or ass. She would just love a real cock for a change and, of course, the hot-blooded man attached to it. She drifted off into a daydream of her favorite fantasy the one of her walking into the boardroom while the men were in the middle of their sex-a-thon. She’d walk in wearing her naughtiest panties and push-up bra, looking super sexy. She would then strip in a slow, sultry way and drop to her knees and say, “How may I serve you, Masters.” Not that she thought Peter or Mathew would be her Master. But it sounded so much better than just “Master.” Dylan, no, Master Dylan, would command her to crawl to him, and then he would stroke her face lovingly. He would order Mathew and Peter to either side of her. He would turn to her and demand she take his cock into her mouth and suck him dry. Ring, ring. Damn. Her phone rang, and as the receptionist, it wasn’t like she could just ignore it.
As she listened to the client drawl on and on, she made a decision. If she couldn’t have her bosses, she still could try the BDSM lifestyle. She may not be like those confident women deep down, but she was smart enough to fake it. She could join one of those clubs. She knew the boys were members of a club, not that she was supposed to know. She should just join theirs. They couldn’t get upset over her being in the lifestyle if they ever found out, so her job wouldn’t be at risk. And it wasn’t like they would be interested in her. They were gay through and through. So they probably wouldn’t even bump into each other there. Maybe she could meet some really nice Dom who would make her forget them. What was the club called? God, it reminded her of a locksmith. Actually, she first thought it was a locksmith when the accounts came in the mail. It was something to do with locks.
Minimizing the work on her computer, she searched the internet for BDSM clubs in the area. After filtering through two pages of results, she found what she was looking for. The Locks and Chains club, a members-only establishment for discerning clients in the lifestyle. Clicking her mouse on the link to their website, the page loaded. From the pictures and description, it looked pretty upmarket and very safe. The website contained a heap of information on acceptable behaviors, dress codes, and the like. She downloaded the application form and started filling it out. She felt a sense of peace and excitement wash over her. She was really going to do this. She was going to join a BDSM club and take her destiny in her own hands. For once in her life, she was going be brave and sassy, and she was going to take life by the balls. Actually, that probably wasn’t a very submissive thing to think about.
Whatever, she was going to be sexy and seductive. She was going to put herself out there and say, “Come on, boys. Come get me. Make me kneel at your feet, if you’re strong enough.” She felt near giddy as she scanned the completed application together with her ID and e-mailed it back to the club. Next she booked an appointment with her doctor. The application form mentioned that, if accepted after the interview, a health status report would be necessary. She knew she would be accepted. Why wouldn’t they take her? She was healthy, not to mention reasonably young. Twenty-nine was young, wasn’t it? Thirty was now the new twenty, as they said. So what if most of her friend were married or engaged. She wasn’t over-the-hill. She was just, well she didn’t know what she was, but damn it, where did that giddy euphoria go?
Chapter Three
Craig Blackwell sat at his desk looking at the membership application that had arrived three hours earlier. It had been tagged priority by his office manager because the new applicant listed not one but three of his current members as personal references. Dylan Cooper, Mathew Reed, and Peter Burke obviously knew this new prospective member. He chuckled at the thought of the trio. They were another one of his little games that had played out just as he’d planned. Peter had been about to quit the lifestyle after that bastard Damien abused him. He still felt responsible for it. He took great pride in protecting his slaves and believed he had all the bases covered to ensure they were safe. Damien had slipped through the cracks. Although to be fair, none of Damien’s other slaves or subs had complained about his mistreatment of them. Yes, he’d thought maybe something was a little off when none of Damien’s subs stayed longer than a few months with him, and his slaves never renewed their contracts. But there were no warning bells, or maybe there were and he’d just missed them.
Anyway, he’d cleaned Peter up and gotten him some psychological help. Then after Sara, the psychologist, said she thought it best he get back on the horse, so to speak, with a caring Dom who would help heal him, he had decided Dylan and Mathew were the perfect choice. No matter how serious and tough Dylan tried to portray himself, he was a big cuddly teddy bear on the inside. He knew he could trust them with Peter, and they had not only healed the boy but they had fallen in love with him. Only last month they had collared him for life.
Ok Craig, stop daydreaming and get back to the business at hand, the new applicant, Mia Randall.
Flicking through the application and preliminary security report, he could see a problem when he looked at her photo. A sense of déjà vu hit him. He knew that face. He had seen her before. Racking his brain, he went through all the possibilities, given the connection to Dylan, Mathew, and Peter. It just wasn’t coming to mind. Looking closer at the security report, it hit him. Her employer was listed as Dylan and Mathew’s company. She was the sexy little receptionist that the boys drooled over. “Well, well, doesn’t this just get interesting,” he said to himself. He checked the psychological tests within her application, and there she was, a perfect little sub. There was no way that Dylan and Mathew knew about this. They would have brought her in themselves if she was with them. This meant that she was testing the waters. If she wanted to dive into the lifestyle, then he had the perfect swimming instructors for her.
Craig dialed her cell phone and waited for her to answer. He had a decision to make. Should he let her join and then spring her on the boys? Or let the boys know before she joined? Dylan had a tendency to go off the handle with his possessiveness. In a lot of ways, he reminded him a hell of a lot of Michael Cooper before Grace tamed him. After what Michael did to almost fuck up that relationship, nearly losing it all, he made his decision.
“Ms. Randall, this is Craig Blackwell from the Locks and Chains Club. I’ve received your application, and I’d like you to come and have an interview with me in my office tomorrow.” He heard the short, shallow pants on the other end of the phone. Dylan’s little Mia was in a little over her head. She pulled herself together, though, and answ
ered.
“Really, thank you so much. What time?”
If not for her earlier heavy breathing, he would never have known she’d been nervous.
“How about 11:00 a.m.?”
“Could we make it 12:00 p.m. so I can come in on my lunch break?”
“Sure, not a problem.” Actually that would probably work out much better for the second part of his plan.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Blackwell,” Mia said gratefully.
“I’ll be seeing you tomorrow at twelve noon sharp. I expect punctuality from future submissive members.” He made it a command to ensure she wouldn’t be late. After disconnecting the call, he then dialed the next number on his mental list.
“Dylan, how are you?”
“I’m good. What can I do for you, Craig, or is this a social call?”
“Well yes, I thought I’d invite you and the boys to the club for lunch tomorrow. Say 12:30 p.m. if you’re free,” he said, trying to suppress his grin.
“We can make it, and I know Peter would love it.”
“I would love to see how he’s doing after the collaring. You boys haven’t been by the club since.”
“No, business is busy these days, and we had some catching up to do. Not to mention our honeymoon, which keep us quite busy.” Dylan snickered.
“Tomorrow then, you boys can tell me all about it.” All the pieces were set on his board, and all he needed to do now was sit back and watch the fireworks.
* * * *
Mia was so nervous. She couldn’t believe what she was about to do. She had tried on at least five different outfits this morning, unsure what she should wear to a BDSM club membership interview. She also remembered that he knew she would be coming from work. She had settled on a pair of black pants with a deep-blue, silk button-up shirt. It was conservative, but the silk added at touch of sexiness without being cheap. She was so on edge that she jumped at every sound all morning until finally, it was time to leave. She wanted to be fifteen minutes early just in case she struck trouble on the way over. She definitely didn’t want to be late. Thankfully, Mathew informed her that he, Dylan, and Peter would be having a lunch meeting out of the office, so she didn’t need to worry about being a little bit late back.
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