Switching Seth

by Jamie Hill

  Michael stripped as he went then lay on his back and stroked his erect cock. “Lube up my shaft and impale yourself. Like I said, you're going to do all the work."

  Seth squirted a glob of the sticky goo into his hand and rubbed it over the cock. His touch felt exquisite on Michael's body as he seductively rubbed the slippery lube over the tip and down to the base.

  "Good enough.” Michael thrust his hips up and down, shoving Seth's hand away. "Do it."

  Seth clambered to his haunches then straddled him and reached for Michael's thick shaft. He aimed it at his anus and pressed his body down an inch. Past the outer ring, he slammed his ass onto Michael's groin, seating the cock.

  "That's it. Yes.” Michael grasped his legs, holding tight.

  Seth rose up and down, riding the hard rod. The pressure on his flaming bum cheeks had to burn like fire, but Michael could tell the feeling was too fabulous to deny.

  "Permission to speak again, sir,” Seth muttered.

  "I don't think so.” Michael smiled, closing his eyes. “I know what you want. That nice little pouch is hampering your fun, isn't it? Remember, you've been a bad, bad boy."

  Seth pounded his body downwards, grinding his ass into Michael as hard as he could.

  "Fuck, yeah. Good, so good.” Michael shuddered, the first twinges of a climax niggling at him. “Ride me, baby. Ride my cock and make me come so hard."

  Raising and lowering his body, Seth coaxed an orgasm like only he could from Michael's throbbing cock and balls.

  With delicious pressure soaring through him, Michael came, filling his lover's ass.

  Seth pumped a few more times, seeing the orgasm through, until Michael stopped quivering. The perfect slave.

  "That was incredible.” Michael rubbed Seth's rigid thighs and couldn't resist a little teasing. “Since you've been so naughty, I think we'll leave your cock covered. Make it less tempting to touch yourself until you're allowed an orgasm."

  Seth's eyes widened, a response he rarely showed as a slave.

  Michael smiled. Of course, his Master has never denied him an orgasm before. They had an arrangement, and total power exchange wasn't part of it. They were clear on that. Michael was feeling ornery, though, and wanted to see the reaction. “You didn't like that a bit, did you?” He reached for the locks at Seth's groin. “About as much as I like the idea of you fucking someone else. See what I mean?"

  Seth studied him. “I guess we still need to talk about this. Are we done playing?"

  "Not quite.” Michael removed the pouch.

  Seth's withered erection sprang to life.

  Michael leaned back, folding his arms behind his head. “I'm hungry. Feed it to me."

  Seth moaned with pleasure. He rose up, gently releasing Michael's dark cock from his pink ass. Climbing over the prone body carefully, he straddled his Master's neck and inserted his cock into the waiting mouth.

  "Mmm, more.” Michael gobbled Seth's length, hungry for the taste he loved so well. The crown hit the back of his throat, and he relaxed his muscles, letting it slide in. His hands clutched Seth's ass cheeks and squeezed.

  "Youch!" Seth squirmed at the touch to his tender flesh, jerking his body upwards.

  "Oh shit, sorry.” Michael grinned at him sheepishly.

  Seth glanced at him, surprised. “You never break protocol in the playroom, sir. Are you okay?"

  "Oh, yeah.” Michael reached for him. “Just get back over here and fuck my mouth. You've earned it, and I want it, bad."

  Another moan, more like a satisfied purr, escaped from the back of Seth's throat. Seth repositioned himself and stuck his cock back in Michael's mouth.

  Michael's lips and tongue caressed him, urging him deeper.

  "That's it,” Seth murmured, apparently deciding the role-play was over. “Suck it. Take it all."

  Michael nodded eagerly, raising his head to accommodate. He adored Seth's cock and did his best to engulf the whole thing.

  "Oh, yeah, I'm coming.” Seth paused as if waiting to see if his lover would pull away or not.

  Michael groaned with a full mouth, encouraging Seth to give in and allow the release. He was desperate to be filled, tingling at the thought of warm cum shooting down his throat. A sudden shuddering brought a steady stream, and Michael accepted it happily.

  His seed spent, Seth climbed backwards and dropped onto Michael's chest.

  Michael kissed his forehead and hugged him close. He loved the feel of Seth in his arms or mouth or wherever he could get him.

  "That was a first,” Seth finally murmured. “You never break protocol in here."

  "I know. I was pretty tough on you and didn't mean to be."

  Seth snuggled into his chest. “I thought we had an understanding about what I wanted. Someone to dominate. That's it. Just for play, you know that. Christ, babe, we've played with enough other people. You've never hesitated about adding someone to our fun at the dungeon. Sometimes more than one person. We've done it plenty of times."

  "I know.” Michael's voice was soft. He knew his thought process became clear to both of them at that moment. When it was his idea, it was fine. Michael could demand Seth suck off a row of cocks or take one in the ass while sucking another. That was for Michael's enjoyment, and it was his decision, not Seth's.

  This was Seth's idea, and it scared the hell out of Michael.

  "Hey.” Seth glanced up into his eyes. “You know I want you there with me, right? Sex games are no fun if we're not experiencing them together."

  "I know. I just feel—damn it! I feel jealous. I don't know why."

  Seth leaned up and pressed their lips together. His tongue drove deep, and they both groaned, Seth's salty essence still present. “I love you,” Seth murmured, their mouths still attached. “I love it that you're jealous of me. I'm yours, baby, and I always will be. No one will ever come between us."

  Michael swept him into his arms and flipped their bodies so he was on top, stomachs pressed together. He nudged Seth's legs with one of his own, widening them.

  Seth spread himself but flinched when Michael's knee pressed into his ass.

  "Sorry.” Michael pulled back gently. “Let's go to the bedroom. I'll rub some aloe lotion on your bum."

  "That might make me hard again.” Seth grinned, eyebrows waggling.

  "I can take care of that. Want to top me? I haven't felt your cock in my ass for too long."

  "Oh, yeah."

  They kissed again, caressing each other passionately. Seth usually benefited when Michael felt guilty. Neither one complained.

  * * * *

  Seth had just finished breakfast the next morning when the phone rang. He checked the caller identification screen and smiled before answering. “Good morning."

  "Hi, it's Carla.” She sounded nervous.

  "I'm happy to hear from you. How was your evening?"

  "It was fine. Yours?"

  His ass had stung like heavenly fire, and he'd gotten two spectacular blow jobs and enjoyed the infrequent pleasure of fucking Michael's tight little rosebud. All in all, a good night. “Fine, thanks."

  "I thought about your proposition. I'm interested, but I have a couple of requests."

  "Really?” Excitement flared through Seth. “Shoot."

  "I'd want us both to be switches. You can dominate me most of the time, but occasionally I might want to be the Domme. Think you could handle that?"

  His heart raced. The idea of answering to a Master and a Mistress was extremely arousing. He could definitely handle it. “You bet. I have to tell you, though, you'll never be dominant over Michael. He's just not wired that way."

  "I understand. It's you I'm interested in."

  Seth inhaled. “Okay, as long as you remember Michael and I are married. I don't mean to sound crass, but my relationship with him has to come first."

  "I know that, too. I can live with it. But there's one more thing I want, and it's a biggie."

  "I'm listening.” He was also stroking his cock through
his jeans, but she didn't need to know that.

  "I'd want a relationship with you, Seth. I don't fool around simply for fun. There would need to be more to it."

  "A relationship?” His hand left his groin, a jolt of disappointment stinging him. “With a gay man?"

  She chuckled. “Yes. Obviously, there's interest on your part, because this whole thing was your idea. I understand it might take a while to form an attachment, but we'd have to try. As I said, I don't have no-strings sex."

  "Well,” he spoke slowly, “I'm afraid that's out of the question."

  "You told me last night to think about it. I'm asking you for the same consideration. Don't answer me, now. Talk it over with Michael. You can let me know."

  "I'm afraid I already know what Michael will say. But I'll bring your proposal to the table, see what happens. You never know.” I know. Michael will freak out.

  "Thank you. I'm very interested in this, Seth. I hope the two of you will seriously consider it."

  "I'll get back to you. Not sure when."

  "No problem. Have a nice day.” She disconnected the call.

  Seth held the receiver in his hands. He was screwed. Michael was already jealous. He'd never agree to bringing Carla into their relationship. Unless ... there's something in it for him. Seth had to figure an angle to make the idea appealing.

  He hung up the phone and strolled out to the patio where Michael sipped coffee and read the morning Times. “Hey."

  Michael glanced up. “Hi there. Who was on the phone?"

  Seth dropped into the chair next to him. “Carla. She had a counter offer."

  "Really.” He lowered his newspaper. “What?"

  "She wants to be a switch.” He relayed the first part of her proposition.

  Michael raised his eyebrows. “How do you feel about that?"

  Seth grinned. “Horny. Answering to a Master and a Mistress sounds fucking hot."

  Michael smirked. “So, it's decided, then?"

  "Not quite. She had another request.” His lover watched him intently, so Seth continued speaking. “She wants a relationship, not just sex."

  Michael showed no emotion. “And what did you tell her?"

  "I told her that wasn't going to happen. Impossible."

  "You made the decision without consulting me?"

  "Are you kidding? You weren't crazy about the idea to begin with. I can't imagine you'd want to get involved in a polyamorous relationship."

  "I hadn't considered it. I guess that gives us something new to chew on, so to speak."

  Seth crossed his arms, frowning. “Don't yank my chain, man. If you're going to say no, just say it."

  "Who said ‘no'? We'd need to discuss it, dear. Find out exactly what she has in mind."

  "I wondered about that, too. I'm not sure what she's thinking. I'm a married, gay man for crissakes. I told her my commitment to you will always come first. She gets that."

  "Good.” Michael nodded. “I imagine she's simply looking for a safe and secure sexual relationship in these uncertain times. We know how complicated it can be with strangers, making sure everyone's been tested and all that."

  "Possibly.” Seth squirmed in his seat. His ass still felt tender, but at that moment he had a bigger worry. It had sounded on the phone like Carla wanted more than a safe sex partner. The problem was he didn't know how much more he could offer.

  "Stop fidgeting. It's unbecoming.” Michael snapped his newspaper open to the next page.

  "You're testy today.” Seth straightened in his seat anyway. He found it hard to resist doing what Michael asked.

  "I've got a problem from the office on my mind."

  "Sunday morning, and it's just now bothering you?” I doubt that.

  "I started thinking about going to work tomorrow and just remembered it."

  "Hey.” Seth's tone of voice brought Michael's head out of his newspaper. “If this thing with Carla is a problem, we'll stop it before it gets started. I won't do anything to hurt you."

  "You mean that?” Michael seemed relieved.

  "Of course, I do.” Seth tried to cover his disappointment. “You're more important to me than anyone or anything else."

  Michael gazed into his eyes for long moments. He seemed to be searching for something in Seth's soul. Before Seth could comment, he said, “Okay."

  "Okay what?"

  "Make the deal with Carla. I trust you. I love you, and if we're not secure in our relationship after this long, we have bigger problems than Miss Tits joining our play."

  Seth grinned. “You're not going to call her ‘Miss Tits’ to her face, are you?"

  "No promises.” Michael shrugged teasingly. “Besides, those are one feature I can't offer you. If you want a set of tits, hers look as good as any, I suppose. Not that I'd notice."

  Standing, Seth reached over and hugged his husband's neck. “I don't usually notice, either. But there's something about this particular woman..."

  "I know.” Michael accepted the hug and turned his face upwards for a kiss. “That's what concerns me."

  "You have no reason to worry.” Seth kissed him again. “I love you."

  "I love you, too."

  Seth hesitated. “So, what should I do?"

  "Call her back. Invite her over to talk. If we agree on terms, perhaps we'll sign a short contract—say for a month. See how it goes. You can show her the playroom and discuss what we expect."

  "What we expect?” How the fuck do I know? He had no clue, other than dominating her and getting his hands on those tits. He studied Michael, who seemed to have gone back to reading the paper. A satisfied smile was planted firmly on his face. Michael had expectations. That should be no surprise. Michael always did.

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  Chapter Four

  Carla rang Seth's doorbell at 7:00 p.m. Wednesday evening. She'd chosen to wear jeans, keeping the meeting informal, but added a low-cut blouse which showed off her cleavage nicely. In case Seth had any thoughts of changing his mind, she wanted him to see exactly what he'd be missing. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

  Seth smiled when he answered the door. His gaze took her in appreciatively. “Hey there. Good to see you. Come in."

  "Hi, Seth.” She stepped into his home and looked around. The living room was fashionably decorated in shades of peach and cream, with a fluffy looking sofa and matching chairs. “Wow, this is lovely. Did you decorate it yourself?"

  He shrugged. “Michael and I did it. No big deal. You know the stereotype about gay men."

  Carla chuckled. “Of course, you're all wonderful decorators.” She didn't question that. She did question his being gay, given the way he stared at her breasts.

  "Good evening.” Michael stepped around from behind them. “Close your mouth, sweetheart.” He patted Seth's shoulder. “You're drooling."

  "Shush.” Seth gently shoved him away. “Come on in, Carla. Would you like a quick tour?"

  "Sure.” She followed him into an attractive dining room attached to a large kitchen. “This is very nice."

  "What can I get you to drink?” Michael asked. “Iced tea? Or something stronger?"

  "Tea is fine.” She watched as he gathered three glasses and began to prepare it. Carla was glad to see Seth didn't have to do all the work. He'd explained that they didn't have a total power exchange lifestyle, but she hadn't been so sure.

  "I'll fix our drinks and take them to the patio.” Michael glanced at her. “We spend lots of time there in nice weather.” To Seth, he said, “Why don't you show Carla the rest of the house?"

  "All right. This way.” Seth led her down the hall, passing one plainly styled guest room before they reached the plush master bedroom.

  "It's all so beautiful. That's a very nice African mask.” The rectangular-shaped artefact had a crescent moon at the top, geometric designs down the middle and a round face with owl-like eyes. “Intriguing."

  "Michael brought that back when he visited West Africa to trace his herit
age. His ancestors were from Mali. The actual village was actually quite close to Timbuktu.” He smiled.

  "You're joking.” She grinned.

  He crossed his heart with his hand. “Honest truth. That mask was made by the Bwa tribe. The eyes are owl's, and the hooked nose comes from the hornbill. Both birds are thought to possess magical powers. The designs on this particular mask represent a boy's initiation into adulthood, and the myths and morality he must learn before being accepted into adult society."

  "Fascinating.” She studied it closer. It was a beautiful artefact. “You've done an amazing job, here."

  "We like it. We wanted it to be comfortable."

  "You've certainly achieved that."

  He hesitated. “Would you like to see our playroom?"

  "Sure.” She expected a billiards table and maybe a nice corner bar. When he led her back to the hallway and down the basement stairs, she saw the dimly lit observation area with a large window. The bright white space beyond was filled with black leather equipment and a wall of sex toys. “Oh! A playroom."

  Seth walked in slowly and went to the far wall. He picked up a green paddle. “You were expecting ping-pong?"

  She laughed. “I'm not sure what I expected. This is incredible.” The wall held every type of paddle and whip imaginable. Shelves were full of various other gadgets. Carla spotted dildos in all shapes and sizes, leather studded collars and leashes and a few things she'd never seen before. A couple of them, metal contraptions with small padlocks, looked rather intimidating. “Very well equipped."

  "Michael prides himself on that.” He set the paddle down and moved around the room.

  "I'm sure.” She continued looking. There wasn't a lot of furniture—one bed with what appeared to be waterproof sheets, a couple of different style chairs, a black padded sawhorse, a machine she couldn't quite figure out and some vinyl gymnastics pads. That was it. That, and hooks. Hooks from the ceiling with dangling ropes and chains and hooks on the walls—metal rings at different heights and of a variety of sizes. A Master would have no trouble securing a slave in this environment. Carla's pussy creamed at the thought.

  Am I aroused at the idea of being a Master or a slave? She couldn't decide. Both roles would be an adventure in this room.