by Diane Leyne
“And as soon as I saw Brad, it was like when something just clicks into place. I’d no idea if he was even submissive, after all, he was a macho firefighter, but when I said sit, he sat and I knew there was a chance.”
“And so we went to the club and Damon whipped the shit out of me and I cried for the first time. And afterwards he held me close as he gave me aftercare and I think we both knew then. I just felt so right in his arms and luckily he seemed to feel the same way. My job is to look after others and to put their safety ahead of my own. With Damon, I had someone who would take care of me.”
“And I put him on the couch and I put my arms around him and pulled him back against me and held the bottle of water for him to drink during his aftercare. There was something about the way he looked at me, the absolute trust in his eyes like he knew I would take care of him. It was like cupid shot me straight in the heart and cock. I got so hard and I kept trying to shift so I wouldn’t poke him in the back. As far as I knew, he was straight as an arrow.”
Brad laughed. “When I felt his cock poking me in the back, I knew that he wanted me too.” Brad grinned at Damon. “And I immediately wanted to see if it was as big as it felt. I figured it wouldn’t be as big as mine, of course, but it seemed pretty damned big. I knew I wanted to take him in my mouth and make him feel as good as he had made me feel. And so I...” he looked mischievously at Damon.
“He grabbed my package!” Damon’s voice was outraged, but he looked amused. Clearly this was a story that they enjoyed telling.
“I grabbed his package and when I felt his cock get harder and longer, I just had to see it, so I slipped out of his arms and off the couch, knelt between his legs and unzipped his pants. And I wasn’t disappointed. And neither was he. I gave him the best blow job of his life!”
“I have to admit that’s true. He has a very talented tongue as I’m sure you’ve discovered for yourself. But, boy, girl here has been working hard and is giving you some real competition in the blow job sweepstakes.”
Brad turned to Kris and gave her a mock-serious glare. She just opened her mouth and waggled her tongue at him causing him to burst out laughing.
“Seriously, boy. If you and girl want to take turns competing to see who can blow me the best, it’ll be a sacrifice, but I’m here for you both!”
They all laughed for a moment, but then Brad got serious again. “We laugh about it, but it was a pretty profound experience too. Damon seemed to know just what I need and how to give it to me even if sometimes I don’t know myself.
“When I’m having a particularly bad week or when there’s a bad outcome at a fire, I desperately need the release that pain gives me. I know that Damon will give me what I need, even though it is more than he would like to inflict because he loves me. When I’m really in emotional pain, he beats the crap out of me and I have welts that last for days, but the rush of endorphins pushes the negative feelings away. I can cry out all of my dark thoughts, and afterward, when he’s caring for me, I feel whole and clean again, content even, like the emotional pain just drained away. It’s pretty powerful stuff. I can see in his eyes how much he hates hurting me like that, but it is what I need, and he beats me out of love.”
Damon covered his lover’s hand with his own, and the love flowing between the two of them made Kris feel like an outsider until they turned and reached out to each clasp one of her hands, drawing her into their circle, and her heart surged with love and something else. Fear?
She tugged her hands away from theirs using the excuse of getting her notebook out of her purse and scribbling in it. If they ever checked, they’d find that she just scribbled nonsense, her brain too scrambled by Brad’s revelations to think straight. This was totally different than the violence she’d grown up with, but it still didn’t feel right. She had been trying to avoid examining her feelings too closely on the subject, but she realized that she felt guilt for enjoying the pain they’d given her as much as the orgasms. It seemed almost disloyal to her mother and sister to enjoy receiving pain.
She pushed those thoughts away again and tried to form a coherent question.
“When did you know you were a Dom?”
“I think I’ve always known on some level. Even as a child I had a need to control the world around me. My upbringing was pretty chaotic. We moved a lot, and I went to six schools by the time I was ten. It made me feel out of control. Being a Dom, being in complete control is what gives me that feeling of contentment that Brad gets from pain. As for your unspoken question, the sadism just springs out of the whole control issue. I need my sub to prove the extent of their feelings by being able to take what I dish out. Also, I love the look of my handprint on their asses. In return for their absolute obedience during a scene, I try to pay them back with mind-blowing orgasms, but again, I have to control that, too. If I get too predictable, then I lose control, as they know what to expect.”
“What about you, Brad? You seem to like both giving and receiving pain.”
“Yeah, as I mentioned before, I’m a switch. With men, I’m a sub, a slave even at times, and I need Damon to take complete control over my body and force me to accept what I need from him. He knows me better than I know myself sometimes, and when I resist, I need him to tie me down and whip some sense back into me.
“When I’m with women, I’m definitely a top. I love to be in charge. I can understand Damon’s need for complete control over me because I have those feelings for you. I want to, sharing responsibilities with Damon of course, own your body and your pleasure and your pain. I want to have you so completely and totally tied to us that you can’t imagine a day going by that you don’t have our cocks inside you, worshipping your body with our own. I, we, want to own you completely.”
She looked at him with scared eyes.
Damon, sitting across from the other two, immediately saw the effect Brad’s words were having on her. Damn. It was too soon. He was spooking her.
“Brad, Brad.”
Brad gave his head a shake as if to clear his thoughts. He turned to Kris, looking sheepish.
“Too much, too soon? Fine.” He wiped his mouth and threw down his napkin. “Kris still has ten outstanding because she came before she sucked you off last night, and I want to give them to her before I have her ass.”
Damon chuckled. “That’s my boy, always thinking of the important things.” He turned to Kris. “Are you ready to take us both at once?”
“Both?” As a change of topic, it was an effective one. All other thoughts fled as she realized what they intended to do to her. She pushed her half-eaten meal away as she couldn’t get the thought of both of them invading her body at once out of her head. She’d felt impossibly stuffed this morning when she’d taken each of them with the small plug in her ass. She knew that Brad was far bigger than the plug and, add Damon to the mix, well, there just couldn’t be enough room, could there?
“Don’t worry. We’ll both fit just fine.” Damon reached out and patted her hand. “We’ll warm your ass up good and then use lots and lots of lube. Just wait. You will feel so damned full of cock that you won’t know where we end and you begin.”
He threw some money onto the table before standing up and taking her hand. Kris stood up and then had to pause as the plug shifted. Damon smiled wickedly, clearly understanding her discomfort, before leaning down to kiss her cheek.
“I’ve told Brad that he could have your ass first,” he whispered, “but I fully intend to have it as well tonight. I can’t wait to start training you to crave the feeling of a full ass. Give us a week and you’ll be begging for it.”
Chapter Eight
They gave her thirty minutes to get ready back at her own apartment. She quickly changed back into shorts and a tank with no underwear and bra and made a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up.
She also checked her e-mail and voice mail, which she hadn’t done for far longer than she ever had before. When she was with them, she lost track of time.
There were the usual junk e-mails and an interesting one from her editor mentioning a potential book deal if her articles were well received. It would be a companion piece to Dr. McClain’s book. He’d written from an experienced Dom’s perspective. She could write from a new and skeptical sub’s perspective. The idea was intriguing, and she wrote back expressing interest.
When she could delay no longer, she slowly made her way upstairs. Brad was waiting for her. He took her hand and guided her up to the third floor and walked her to the playroom door.
“Go inside and strip, then kneel on one of the pillows we left for you. We’ll be in shortly.”
Quickly, Kris did as she was bidden, her heart beating rapidly at the thought of what was to come. She was an anal virgin, and it both aroused and scared her.
She didn’t have long to wait. They both walked in wearing shorts. Brad knelt beside her. Damon was carrying something in his hand that he held up for her to see.
“Traditionally, a Master collars his subs. Because of Brad’s job, he can’t wear a collar at work, and I would never embarrass him in front of his colleagues who might not understand. But I think, for tonight, he needs to wear the collar and remember who his Master is.” Damon walked over to Brad and fastened what looked like a simple leather collar with a tag hanging from it, almost like the tag a dog would wear, around his neck, pausing to make sure it wasn’t too tight.
“I would also like you to wear my collar as well, at least until our play session at the club. After that, we all need to talk. Brad and I both want you to consider going beyond the parameters of our initial agreement and consider making your submission to us real. We are not going to pressure you, and we are not going to talk about it again until we get home from the club tomorrow, but we want you to wear this collar until then. When we get home tomorrow, if you take the collar off, we’ll take that as a sign that you don’t want to continue with this anymore. We won’t push, prod, or try to persuade you to do this. You have to give us the gift of your submission. It will be meaningless if we try to take it from you.
“Now, will you wear our collar, even if it is just for the next two nights?”
Kris nodded, but Damon didn’t move. Brad cleared his through, and she realized what Damon was waiting for.
“Yes, Master. I would like to wear your collar until we visit the club. I can’t promise you any more just now.”
“We can accept that.” He leaned down and fastened the collar, and then he drew her to her feet and kissed her tenderly. “You look beautiful in our collar, doesn’t she, boy?” He gestured to Brad, who scrambled to his feet.
“Beautiful.” He leaned down and kissed her just as gently. Both kisses were like a promise. Kris didn’t know why they scared her more than the thought of the spanking she was going to receive.
“Boy, take girl and strap her down to the spanking bench. We owe her ten from last night. I’m going to warm her up first with my hand, and then you can give her ten with the paddle. That should get her good and ready to take us both.”
* * * *
Before he started spanking her, Damon carefully removed the plug from her ass and, with Brad, watched her rosette slowly resume its normal shape. It was a beautiful thing to see, and both of their cocks twitched, tenting their shorts.
Damon rubbed her ass slowly, savoring the silky feel of her skin. Then he lifted his hand and brought it down hard. He wasn’t going to make her count because that would require too much concentration on his own part. He wanted to get right to the double fucking, but he forced himself to go slowly and make sure that she was so aroused that she would be ready to beg for their cocks.
Keeping up a steady rhythm, he covered her ass with his palm prints, stopping occasionally to run his hand over her flaming globes and spread the heat. Twice, he dipped his hand between her legs to check her pussy and was pleased to find the wetness pouring from her.
When she was ready, he turned to Brad, who was also impatient. Damon positioned himself beside her, rubbing her back and giving her encouragement as Brad brought the paddle down hard on her tender ass.
The ten were over quickly, and she found herself being lifted off the bench and placed on the center of the bed on her hands and knees. Damon took up a position beside her, forcing her head down while Brad spread her knees.
Damon continued to sooth her as Brad quickly re-lubed her ass before generously lubing his cock. And then he was pressing against her rosette, going slowly so as to minimize her pain as he stretched her virgin opening. Her first gasp of pleasure quickly turned to shock and pain. His cock was so much bigger than the plug was. He stretched her relentlessly as Damon ran his hand through her hair and over her back and encouraged her.
“Shhh. Take it easy. Relax your ass and press back. That will help him get the head in. Once that happens, it’ll only be pleasure awaiting you.”
“It hurts!” The tears were flowing now and body tensing, which would just make it worse.
Damon motioned to Brad to hurry it up. The sooner he was in, the better.
Brad flexed his hips, and with a pop, his cock was inside her, and her opening had snapped closed on his cock, strangling the head. Damon saw Brad’s face. He looked like he was feeling both pain and ecstasy. Being inside their woman was a beautiful pain. They’d talked many times about what it would be like and what they would do if they ever got this type of chance with Kris, and Damon knew Brad wanted nothing more than to ream her ass and show her that it was his, but he was waiting for her to adjust.
Damon signaled Brad and he started moving again, pushing slowly and steadily until his cock was fully embedded inside her, and then he stopped again, reaching around her body to gently stroke her clit.
“How do you feel now?” asked Damon.
“I’m not sure. It really hurt at first, but now I feel full, in a good way. There’s a pinching, but it’s not exactly painful. In fact, I kind of like it.”
Brad started moving slowly inside her and she felt her arousal come roaring back. He knew her arousal was back when she started pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts. He pushed into her once, twice and then he stilled his movements again, and he heard her cry out in frustration. He knew she was close and Damon knew Brad was following their plan. They were going to make her wait for her orgasm so that when it came, it would be the greatest orgasm she’d ever had and she’d want them to make her feel that way again and again and again.
Brad wrapped his arms around her and rolled, keeping his cock deeply embedded inside her. Then he scooted the both of them down the bed until his legs were hanging off the edge. Then he reached down and grasped under her knees, pulling her legs back and apart, baring her to Damon’s gaze.
He didn’t think it was possible, but he felt his cock getting harder until he thought he might explode before he even got inside her as he watched Brad fucking Kris’s ass. But now it was time for him to join them. Looking into her eyes, seeing the desire on her face, he found himself moving quickly to lube up and then position himself at her entrance.
Slowly he flexed his hips, pushing into her compressed entrance. Almost immediately, he could feel the tremors start in her body. By the time he was fully inside her, she was convulsing around him, coming quickly and hard. He had to do multiplication tables in his head to stave off his own release.
When he got himself under control, he started moving inside her. Brad quickly picked up the rhythm, pushing in when Damon pulled out. They picked up speed, pistoning inside her, both going deep as new tremors moved through her, signaling another orgasm. He looked down at her, and her expression was almost like she’d been drugged, her eyelids half-lowered and her pupils dilated and unfocussed as her body convulsed around his.
All too quickly, he found himself coming. He held himself deep and shot load after load of cum deep inside her before pulling out reluctantly. Brad rolled again, so he was again on top, and started pounding into her quickly until he, too, came unleashing torrent after torrent of cum deep
in her ass.
Damon watched as Brad reluctantly, pulled out of her body and then watched their cum dripping out of her two holes as she slumped on the bed. It was a beautiful sight and one he hoped to witness often.
Carefully, he picked her up and settled her higher up on the bed and then tucked her in so she could nap. Then he turned to Damon and smiled. Damon leaned over and kissed him long and deep before Brad slipped from the bed and knelt at Damon’s feet.
Kris turned and yawned. She was jolted awake by the site of Brad taking Damon’s cock in his mouth, the pleasure of the task evident on his face. Damon’s eyes were closed in pleasure, so he didn’t see Kris watching. She was fascinated to see this expression of their love, especially when Brad took Damon so deep that Damon’s pelvis brushed against his nose.
All too soon, they were finished, and Kris quickly closed her eyes. She wasn’t ready to talk to them about what had happened. In fact, she was very confused and needed to think. She reached up and fingered the collar on her neck. Was she ready for something like this? Was love enough? After so many years of fighting against male-on-female violence, would she be a hypocrite to stay with two men who wanted to be able to spank and beat her ass whenever they liked, which seemed to be almost daily?
Suddenly, it was like she couldn’t breathe. Or maybe she was having a panic attack. She just knew she needed to get out of there and be alone and think for a while. As long as they were with her, touching her, she knew she’d melt and give them anything they asked of her, including the forever that Brad had talked about, but was the price too high? She saw what her sister’s life was like when she gave herself to a man who didn’t value the gift. She knew that Damon and Brad would never hurt her the way Frank hurt Katie, but she also knew they’d demand more of her than Frank demanded of her sister. They would want her heart and soul and submission. They would want her to voluntarily hand power over to them, and the thought was so achingly tempting.