Borderline

by Tymber Dalton

“Are you really happy?” Tilly softly asked.

  He glanced at her. “With what we do?”

  “Yes.”

  “Absolutely, Ma’am. Why?”

  She shrugged. “I worry we’re not being fair to you.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  She patted his thigh again. “I feel like sometimes we do nothing but take from you. I don’t want to burn you out.”

  “Tilly and Bob mode for a minute?”

  “Sure.”

  “In all honesty, I could spend every damn night at your house and it wouldn’t be enough to satisfy me. I hate going home. I’m not trying to creep you out or anything, but if you want full honesty from me, that’s it. I love this with you guys. Please, do not feel guilty about what we’re doing. At all. I’m good. If I feel I’m being short-changed, I’ll safeword and tell you.”

  “Really?”

  “Absolutely.”

  She stroked his thigh. “Hmm.”

  “What?”

  “Nothing. Just…thinking. Let’s get through helping Skye and Axel. I won’t be here for all of that. You need to let Landry take the lead, and he’s going to need your help. Trust in Master Fussypants.”

  Bob laughed. “I’m sorry, but I am never going to feel brave enough to call him that, not even if I know we’re in casual mode and we’re joking around and there won’t be any payback later.”

  “You’ve never had to deal with him acting like a grumpy three-year-old because he feels like shit, either. Trust me, that’s one of the least offensive things I’ve called the man over the past couple of years.”

  * * * *

  Focusing on what they were doing now instead of thinking about the past, Bob wished Tilly was here tonight to help them with Axel. She was always so good with newbies, patiently explaining, or giving just the right amount of “suck it up” ’tude, whatever approach was needed. She was a natural teacher and mentor. She’d used a hard-hitting shock-and-awe approach with Axel that night at Venture, to jolt him into opening his mind, which seemed to have worked.

  Now, all that remained was to see how open Axel would be to taking command of Skye.

  They took a break from putting Skye through poses to eat dinner. While they ate, Bob was allowed to freely talk to Cris and Landry, even as he hand-fed Skye her dinner. She currently sat on the floor next to his chair like a two-legged puppy.

  Landry had explained to Bob that he wanted her kept as far down in a submissive headspace as possible ahead of Axel’s arrival without having to put her through an impact play scene to get her there. Because Landry wouldn’t do anything sexual with her, which would be the fastest and easiest way to get her there, he resorted to this.

  Actually, Bob was now glad that he wouldn’t be allowed to talk to Axel. He wanted to ask the guy what kind of fucking idiot he was. Here Skye had divorced a cheating asshole, was a beautifully trained submissive with a slave’s heart and a deep desire to serve, and Axel couldn’t find his nuts and at least try some basic play with her? While she was a masochist, it was more the heavy control aspect she needed than the pain. That was something Landry had quickly sussed out during his sessions with her.

  All Axel had to do was man up and take her in hand and she’d be ecstatic.

  It was like the guy was trying to sabotage his relationship on purpose.

  Then again, Bob had been on the back end of trying to force someone into a role they didn’t want in the first place, and it had exploded.

  During the past several weeks, Landry had both worked with Skye and Bob together for training, as well as brought Bob in as an assistant for scenes, like he was tonight. The past several weeks had also assuaged Bob’s fears that he might be easily tossed away and replaced.

  Landry had held planning sessions with Bob, and with Tilly and Cris, when they were around for them, before working with Skye. Even if Bob was going to be in submissive mode instead of helper mode, Landry took the time to go through what he planned to do that night, and the goals, and to ask for input.

  Bob felt…included.

  Was he Landry’s submissive? Absolutely. Bob considered himself Landry’s slave, even if that wasn’t the label Landry had used.

  He also felt like a partner, not simply property.

  Although he was perfectly happy to call himself property, too.

  As the evening progressed and Axel arrived, Bob defaulted to his orders. That helped him stay objective and in the moment and not break protocols to give Axel a piece of his mind.

  He understood why, too. Landry didn’t want Bob to say or do anything to put Axel on the defensive and derail the scene. Silent judging would go more toward helping Axel realize he needed to keep his mind open than directly attacking him.

  And Landry was a master at verbal manipulation, which he employed on Axel in their pre-scene chat, and they got to listen to in the pool house via a baby monitor.

  A conversation Landry had wanted Skye to hear.

  It warmed Bob’s heart that Landry talked about him. Landry wasn’t exactly fully honest with Axel about the circumstances of why Bob was now collared to them, but Landry had also warned him and Cris ahead of time about that. Landry’s approach was designed to pry Axel’s mind open as wide as possible, and to present Bob and Cris in as non-threatening a way as possible, so Axel would focus on Skye, not on any perceived encroachment from the other men.

  The guy’s a fucking evil genius.

  Which…was exactly why Bob now begged to give simulated oral sex and loved the taste of cum.

  That made Bob smile.

  Fortunately, as the scene started in the pool house, Axel appeared to be paying attention. Learning.

  Bob didn’t fail to notice Landry went easier on Skye in some ways than he normally did when he played with her. And by the time the big finish happened—Axel actually stepping up and taking charge—Landry had smiled and winked at Bob.

  Success.

  Bob stayed behind as planned, turning off the overhead lights and retreating to the far corner of the room to stay out of the way. Through a window, he watched as outside on the lanai, Landry sat in a chair and called Cris over to him.

  Cris dropped to his knees and, even in the darkness, Bob knew what was going on.

  Landry was enjoying having Cris worship his cock.

  Bob suppressed the slight envious pang that wanted to creep in. One day, maybe, that would be him. Hell, maybe even servicing Cris. At this point, Bob was fine with that.

  Maybe that was a goal Landry was working him toward.

  He wouldn’t question it, or push for a faster timeline.

  He would simply…be.

  He trusted the triad completely and knew they weren’t toying with him in bad or malicious ways.

  Once Axel and Skye left, and Bob had all the implements cleaned and the pool house tidied, he walked out to stand near the men, behind Cris, awaiting the next order.

  One of Landry’s hands rested on the back of Cris’ head. Landry lay stretched out in the chair, one leg propped on a hassock, his jeans open where Cris was worshipping his cock.

  Landry held the other hand out to Bob, waving him around to his other side, where he pointed to the concrete deck.

  Bob knelt next to him.

  Landry plunged his fingers into Bob’s hair and gently pulled his face against his thigh, petting him.

  In his jeans, Bob’s cock had completely thickened, throbbing, wanting more.

  “My sweet pet,” Landry said. “I bet you wish you were in Cris’ place, no? Servicing my cock?”

  “Yes, Sir,” Bob mumbled.

  Why argue or deny? He’d never had fantasies about other guys before, but Landry was wicked smart and had reprogrammed Bob’s body to enjoy certain stimuli.

  With any other men, no, this wouldn’t have happened. It wasn’t a magical turning of straight to gay. He was still straight.

  It was a specific man opening his mind to the possibilities that lay out there, waiting to be claimed and enjoyed.r />
  And he wanted it all.

  He wanted them, Landry and Tilly and Cris.

  “Would it concern you if I admitted I have future goals in mind for you? Long-term goals?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Why is that?”

  “Because I trust you, Sir.”

  A contented sigh. “Such a good boy, pet. Ease back, Cris. I am too close.”

  Cris stilled his movements, waiting.

  The sadist chuckled. “I was trying to make up my mind how I wanted to expend my energies tonight, and it amuses me to realize I cannot easily make up my mind about this.”

  Bob didn’t speak, since he hadn’t been directly addressed.

  “So many delicious permutations we could engage in. Decisions, decisions. Cris, sit up.”

  He did, waiting.

  “For starters, both of you need to strip. You are wearing far too many clothes. Wrist and ankle cuffs for both of you. If you need a bathroom break, take one.” He stood, not bothering to tuck in his stiff cock. “Meet me in the pool house. Maintenant.”

  That was one French word Bob knew, thanks to Tilly telling him. Both he and Cris jumped to their feet and raced for the house to prepare. In less than five minutes, they were back out there with Landry.

  The sadist had stripped and pulled back the covers on the bed. Bob had already changed the sheets following Axel and Skye’s departure. The king-sized bed was used both for guests as well as play time, like this.

  The scars from Landry’s car wreck and cancer surgeries marred his otherwise trim body. When they were hidden under his clothes, it was difficult to remember how close to death the man had come, multiple times.

  Cris ended up on his back, tied ankles to wrists and spread wide open, knees bent. On the bed, Bob spotted the dildo Landry had been most fond of making him suck lately, larger than the one he’d started Bob with and closer to the size of Landry’s cock.

  Obviously, that’s on the menu.

  His mouth started watering, even as his rigid cock throbbed. Cris was hard, too, many years of previous conditioning making it difficult for him to beat down his body’s trained responses to the sadist.

  Landry grinned. “Excellent.” He handed Bob the toy before he knelt between Cris’ legs and started jacking both his and Cris’ cocks. “Pay close attention, boy. You know what I want you to do.”

  Bob did. He dropped to his hands and knees next to Cris and started bobbing his head up and down on the toy, trying to take it as deeply as he could. This one still gagged him every once in a while, but he’d almost gotten it down perfectly.

  “Such a good boy.” Landry’s voice had already dropped in tone. Bob knew that meant it wouldn’t take him long to get off. He was a little surprised Landry hadn’t face-fucked or fuck-fucked Cris. Usually either Cris or Tilly got that after a scene.

  Cris was close, apparently, because as Landry started to come, he barked an order at Cris in French and twin streams of cum exploded all over Cris’ abs.

  Bob couldn’t take his eyes off of it, realizing he was softly moaning with them.

  Eager.

  Waiting.

  Licking his lips.

  Once Landry caught his breath, he released Cris’ cock and held both hands in front of Bob.

  He needed no command. He released the dildo from his mouth and started licking stray splashes of cum off Landry’s hands. When Landry deemed that done, he moved, making Bob straddle Cris, Bob’s head toward Cris’ feet.

  That put his cock right over Cris’ mouth, and it took every ounce of will Bob had not to drop onto him and fuck his mouth.

  Landry smeared the dildo around in the puddle on Cris’ abs. “Get busy, boy.”

  Bob lowered his head, licking the dildo and the mess, Cris making soft noises below him.

  And Cris’ cock twitched.

  Apparently, Cris was enjoying this, too.

  Landry reached under Bob and fisted his cock. “You are free to come, but you may not stop what you are doing until you have cleaned up every drop.”

  Bob didn’t stop to think about what Landry was doing and the obvious implications. He eagerly laved his tongue over Cris’ flesh, deep-throated the dildo, and listened as Landry spoke in low tones in French to Cris.

  After a few minutes, Landry shifted position slightly so he could also jack Cris’ cock, which had grown hard again. Now, under Bob, Cris was trying to rock his hips in time to Landry’s movements and Bob felt hot breath wash over the tip of his cock.

  Nearly every trace of cum was gone when Landry started stroking Bob’s cock harder, faster. And just as he felt the explosion hit, Landry barked the command in French for Cris to come.

  Bob was ready, mouth open, eyes closed, as he felt it hit his mouth, getting most of it.

  “Swallow, boy.”

  He did.

  Landry released Cris’ cock and Bob immediately cleaned his hand for him.

  “Excellent, boy. Move.”

  He did, climbing off Cris’ other side.

  Landry leaned in and kissed Cris, deeply, himself licking up what didn’t end up in Cris’ mouth and then kissing Cris again, back and forth.

  Bob’s cock twitched at the sight.

  They wanted him.

  And the sneaky sadist was doing everything he could right up to the outer stretching point of that borderline without crossing into forbidden territory.

  He untied Cris, then stretched out next to him. He patted the far side of the mattress. “Here, boy.”

  Bob rounded the bed and climbed back in, sandwiching Landry between them. Cris rolled on his side to face Landry, and Bob didn’t hesitate to snuggle in, his head tucked in the crook of Landry’s arm.

  They both draped their arms over Landry’s stomach.

  “My sweet, sweet slave and my delicious pet.” He kissed Cris, then kissed the top of Bob’s head. “Sleep. We’ve earned it. A good night’s work helping true love along, and we deserved that reward.”

  Bob didn’t argue. Usually, at the end of the night, after a long, sweet, good-night hug, he went to his bedroom while Landry and whoever else was home went to theirs. He’d not been invited into their bed to play or sleep, although one other time, he and Landry had spent what little was left of the night together after playing in this bed when Cris and Tilly had both been out of town.

  Cris’ hand curled around Bob’s and gently squeezed.

  Bob squeezed back.

  Chapter Twelve

  Back then…

  Bob didn’t want to get his hopes up when he headed to Venture. Tilly’s FetLife account had lain dormant for months. Then again, the last time he’d run into her there she hadn’t marked she’d been going to the club.

  He spotted her almost immediately when he entered the room, drawn to her by that magnetic pull he always felt when in her presence…and his hopes crumbled when he saw that she wasn’t alone tonight.

  He was pleasantly surprised when she walked over and hugged him without hesitation. “Nice to see you here,” she said.

  “Nice to see you, too.”

  She arched an eyebrow at him. “Alone?”

  He smiled, not wanting to admit he was always alone when he attended. “Yeah.”

  She pulled him off to the side and pointed at Landry and Cris, who looked like they were winding down their scene. “I talked with Lan. I can scene with you, or if you’d like, he can, too.”

  His cock thickened, as if on command. He wanted Her hands on him. And watching Landry play…

  Yeah, sure. It’d be hot.

  He licked his lips to form spit. “I don’t want your ex to help.”

  She squeezed his hand. “He won’t.”

  “Okay,” he softly said. “If it gets too intense…”

  She offered him a smile. “I’ll call the scene if you safeword.”

  “Even if he doesn’t use one?”

  “We’ll play by Cardinal’s Rule—She Who Must Be Obeyed.”

  It felt good to laugh again and mean
it.

  * * * *

  Cris sat along the wall nearby, watching them. Wrapped in a light blanket, he was still recovering from the intense scene he’d just had with Landry.

  Bob wondered if Cris would feel jealous that the two of them were topping him.

  He hoped Cris would feel like that, at least a little.

  Maybe that made him petty, but…Cris had left Tilly alone. The man’s return to her life had crushed his own dreams.

  An uncharitable thought was not exactly unexpected.

  Tilly took over getting Bob ready while Landry leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, and watched. She stared into Bob’s eyes before she blindfolded him.

  “Just me and Landry. I promise.”

  He trusted her.

  He always had, always would.

  Maybe that was the problem, he couldn’t find that trust with anyone else.

  “Thank you, Mistress,” he quietly said.

  She gave him a smile before buckling the blindfold around his head.

  Once he was blindfolded and bound to the bench, he felt not just her hands on him, but Landry’s. They started with massaging him, Bob understanding exactly what they were doing—trying to relax him, make sure he wasn’t going to have a bad reaction to Landry touching him.

  He wouldn’t deny it was hot, having two sets of hands all over him. It could quickly become addictive, he could see that already. Tilly stepped to the front of the bench, to stand by his head and massage his back while Landry started bare-handed spanking him.

  Bob moaned, with pleasure, pain, and need all rolled into one. Just in case, he wiggled his hips, making sure they understood he was good with this.

  Fuck, this is hot!

  As the scene progressed, Tilly used implements on him while Landry took over massaging him and keeping his sexual tension amped up. Bob could tell from the feel of the man’s hands that it was him and not Tilly.

  He was beyond the point of caring. Need and loneliness and subspace felt too overpowering. This felt right, even more right than it had the last time Tilly scened with him.

  Tilly built him up, vicious and sadistic in contrast to the sultry, promising heat of Landry’s hands. She had him begging to come by the time she reached between his legs and stroked his cock while Landry pinched his nipples. He exploded with a loud cry, the pleasure overwhelming him, his body arching off the bench as far as his restraints would allow until he collapsed again.