Zach, Thu Dec 13th 2012

Fuck! I really seem to hurt everywhere today. This is my fault once again... I was stupid enough to burn a shirt from Thomas' that costs a hundred bucks. When I confessed after dinner, to say he was pissed would be an understatement. He shoved me against the wall and began to use me as a punching bag, before fucking me roughly on the bed. Of course I deserved it for my clumsiness, and it could have been worse. Fortunately I didn't have much to do today because I can't seem to be able to move faster than a snail.

At least there are no marks, except for a nasty yellow spot on my abdomen. It will take time to completely disappear, but it's easy to conceal or explain if anyone should notice it. The memory of the last time I had to go to the emergency room and the subsequent visit from social services still sends shivers down my spine. There was hell to pay after it, so I have become better at hiding bruises or lying about them.

I'm sluggishly mopping the floor when the landline rings. I don't have a cellphone since I am always here, besides I wouldn't even know how to use it since I'm so stupid.

"Hey baby, how are you feeling?" Thomas asks in a concerned voice when I pick up the phone. He can still be sweet!

"Mostly okay... I'm sorry again..." I reply sheepishly.

"I'm sorry I lost my cool, yesterday," he says. "I know I've been a bit hard on you, but you are just too clumsy!"

"I know, I know!" I exclaim. "I'll try to pay more attention next time. I'm really sorry I ruined your shirt." I try not to speak too fast because I know how much he hates that.

"I'm sure you will find another way to fuck up," he answers. That's probably true, I always mess up in any case. "That's not why I was calling though. To make up for last night, I have got a little surprise for you tonight! You are going to love it! Make sure you are all prepped and wait for me cooking your lasagna naked under your apron!"

Oh boy! I hope the surprise will be what I think it is! Even if I love Thomas a lot, my favorite thing in life is to be taken by two men at the same time. In our six years together, this has happened quite a few times, and Thomas knows how much it turns me on. That's part of the reason he keeps calling me a slut, and he is probably right, like always. What kind of person isn't content with just his lover and likes to be dominated by two guys at the same time?

"Will you need anything else?" I ask excitedly.

"Just, this!" he answers joyfully. "Love you baby! Don't burn the house, and don't mess anything up for tonight!"

This piece of news is like a balm for my injuries. I hurry up to finish cleaning the flat, feeling better already, then run myself a long bath. I hope it will relax my sore muscles properly! I carefully trim my pubic hair then shave my balls and the little hair I have between my buttocks under the shower – Thomas finds it prettier like this – then use an enema to clean me inside before getting into the tub.

Since I don't have a lot to do, I just laze in the warm water for the best part of the next hour. When I am all dried, I style my hair just like my man likes it, parted on the side, and go to the kitchen to cook the lasagna he requested, only wearing my apron. The prospect of this little surprise has completely lifted my spirits, and for once, I don't seem to be as clumsy or useless as usual and expertly manage to cook the bolognaise sauce.

I'm almost finished and ready to put the dish in the oven when I hear the main door open. I don't turn around to see who is coming in, that wouldn't be fun! Instead I make sure my butt is fully visible to whoever is entering with Thomas. At least, I hope there is another person entering with him!

"What did I tell you?" I hear my man say. Yes!!! There is someone else. Oh, this is going to be a night to remember! I try to compose myself though, Thomas doesn't like when I am too hyper.

"Oh, he looks like a fine piece of ass indeed!" a deep voice says, and I'm instantly hard. Jeez I'm such a whore!

"As you can hear, Baby, we have a guest for tonight," Thomas says. "So behave!" he orders. I know the hidden meaning of those words. I have only embarrassed him once in front of his friends, by accident, and I'll make sure not to let that happen ever again.

"Dinner is almost finished!" I say, making sure to bend seductively as I put the dish into the oven.

I find it really hot to seduce a man I haven't even seen. One time, Thomas blindfolded me before adding a third party to our bedroom and I had sex with the both of them without even knowing who the other was! The mere memory still makes me leak with precum.

"I will talk to him, as we agreed, while you take your shower!" the deep voice says.

"Don't be too long!" Thomas replies in a bored voice. Then I hear footsteps approaching from behind. That sends goosebumps up my arms!

"Don't turn around just yet," he whispers in my ear. God this is so exciting! "Your boyfriend tells me you like to be used by two men at the same time, is that true?"

"Yes!" I say in a soft voice.

"He said he organized this evening to please you, and that you like when things get rough, is that also true?"

"Yes!" I pant.

"Do you know what a safeword is?" he asks.

"No, what is it?" I answer, being a bit curious.

"If things get too much for you at some point tonight, just say red, I will understand," he clarifies. "When you won't be in a position to speak, I will put a small ball in your hand. Dropping it will have the same meaning. Do you understand me?"

I think I am on the verge of explosion right now. I don't know why, but I find this stranger's voice sooo sexy! And what he is explaining deeply reassures me. I've never had a way of escaping before when things derailed, which has happened quite a few times.

"Yes!" I squeal.

"You seem like a good boy! Your boyfriend said you were a nice obedient slut, is that true?"

I would prefer being called a good boy than a nice slut but still I respond a small yes.

"Do you like to be called names, little bitch?" he asks.

I don't really enjoy it, but if I tell, Thomas will look bad so I lie, replying a little yes. I hope he takes me blushing for embarrassment and not what it really is.

"You will address me as Sir, from now on, is that clear?" he tells me next.

"Yes, Sir!" I reply confidently. That sends another twitch to my extremely hard member. I don't know how the evening could get any better!

"Good boy!" he almost purrs in my ear. "You will get exactly what you wanted and some more, but here is my price: you will obey any order I give you for the rest of the evening. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes, Sir!"

Please make a lot of kinky sex commands!

"I think we will have a lot of fun! I" he chuckles. "I'm going to go sit in the couch and you'll turn around. If you don't like what you see, you know what to say. If you do, you will bring two beers. One for me, one for your boyfriend. You... will get another kind of drink!"

Please keep on dirty-talking to me like this!

"Yes, Sir!" I manage to whisper.

I'm so excited that my hands are almost shaking. I try to take a few deep breaths to calm down, with little success, then I slowly turn around to look at the stranger Thomas brought home.

God! Where did he find him this time? He has brown hair, with deep chocolate eyes that perfectly match his voice, is bare-chested, revealing a perfect muscular chest with a bit of hair. What catches my eyes though, is the impressive budge in his pants!

I go toward the fridge to pick up the two beers then walk slowly toward him. I see his eyes lustfully devouring my body, lingering on the tent my hard-on makes under the apron. When I arrive near him, I bend to put his beer before him, showing him my butt, and he playfully slaps one of my buttocks, making me yelp.

"Here is your drink, Sir" I say, before I go put the second bottle on the other end of the table, bending seductively one more time.

"Remove your apron and kneel between my thighs," he says with his deep voice.

Oh boy! Of course, I don't wait to be told twice and quickly comply.

"Do you think you will be able to take care of this?" he asks, palming himself through his pants.

"Yes, Sir!" I reply eagerly.

He lowers his zipper to free his massive cock. Thomas is also very well endowed on that level, so I think they are quite comparable in size, although this stranger seems to be a bit thicker.

"Then suck," he orders.

This is so hot I immediately start to give him the best blowjob I can. After swirling my tongue around his mushroom head a bit, I begin to bob up and down, taking as much of him as I can. I occasionally stop to take one of his balls in my mouth. One of his hands runs in my hair, gently petting it, while he sips his beer with his other hand.

"I see you didn't wait for me!" Thomas smirks.

"I'm sure he will take care of you just after me!" the stranger says. "He seems like a good boy!"

"He is, most of the time!" Thomas says.

This is what I have come to love the most when he invites a third person. He shows how he loves me and is at his nicest! A brief peek shows me he is only wearing jeans, probably commando, and very aroused as well. They begin to small talk, while I keep on blowing the stranger, sipping their drinks, until he reaches his orgasm.

"God! You're a good bitch!" he grunts, spilling his release that I gulp easily in my mouth. "Now go take care of your boyfriend!" he orders when I have licked him clean.

I lock eyes with Thomas, who is looking at me very lustfully, and crawl toward him seductively. The moments where I see he desires me have become so rare that I revel in this feeling. I make a special effort to give him the best head I ever have to thank him for this nice surprise. In consequence, he has some troubles to keep chitchatting with the stranger he invited, getting lost in his grunts. When he shoots in my mouth, I am glad to see there is much more cum than usual. All of this excited him a lot and I must have done my job right.

"Go set the table for two!" the stranger orders.

"Yes, Sir!" I reply, standing up.

I guess I won't eat tonight, but I don't really care. As long as I get smoking hot sex, I don't really care. I put the plates and the cutlery on the tables, then I watch over my lasagna – which is almost ready – once more showing them my ass.

"While you are bending over there like a slut," the stranger says with his deep booming voice, "why don't you part your buttocks to show us your little hole?"

God he made me blush! That hasn't happened to me in such a long time! Of course I obey and I hear heavy footsteps behind me. I think I am going to come just from anticipation! I am so hard it hurts.

"Don't move!" he whispers.

It's a bit strange to stay like this, bent over, my hands on my buttocks and my pucker hole fully exposed. The sudden blow of hot air is the only warning I get before I feel something wet brush against it.

Fuck! I haven't been rimmed for at least three years, and it feels sooooo damn good! I can't help the moans that flow through my mouth while he expertly massages my ass with his tongue.

"How are you holding up, here?" he says after giving a stroke to my dripping cock.

"Barely, Sir!" I reply.

"If I let you come now, will you be a perfectly good whore for the rest of the night?" he asks huskily.

"I promise, Sir!"

"Wait for my permission to cum and don't move those hands," he orders.

He inserts one, then two fingers, in my hole and begins to stretch a bit at my entrance. It's also been a long time since anyone did that, and it feels extremely good! Then he removes his digits and inserts something cold in their place. Shit it vibrates against my prostate and I know I won't last long.

"Please, Sir!" I beg.

"Such an eager bitch!" he chuckles before grabbing my member and jerking it slowly.

I can't seem to do anything else other than beg while an orgasm slowly builds in my balls. When my pleading becomes a bit too frantic, he finally grants permission to come and huge spurts of semen erupt from my cock. It felt so good! Almost like back in the days when Thomas still used to do this to me.

"Kneel!" the stranger orders after I have barely caught my breath. "Lick!" he then says, pointing at his hand covered with my release. I look at him in the eyes before lustfully taking each of his fingers in my mouth to clean them. "There is a bit on the floor there!" he adds. That's a bit weirder but since I mopped the floor earlier I don't really mind licking the spot of cum there. "Good boy!" he purrs. The praise sends a warm feeling in my body. For once I seem to have done something right.

"Serve us when dinner is ready, we will wait at the table!" he adds.

The vibrations of the toy in my butt stops, only to begin again a few minutes after, taking me by surprise. I swear that man is so kinky! I just love it! It also seems to arouse Thomas deeply, from the lust I can feel emanate from him. I serve the lasagnas as soon as they are ready. The stranger seems to have a good appetite since he asks for twice as much as Thomas.

"Kneel by my side!" he commands when I have finished.

I would have thought he would make me go under the table to blow him while he eats, like Thomas sometimes asks me to, but it seems I was wrong. Instead, he begins to feed me, alternating bites for him and for me. That's a strange kink, but I don't mind it. Needless to say it takes quite a bit of time to eat, during which the vibrator in my ass goes on and off, following his whims.

"That was absolutely delicious!" the stranger praises when he finishes his plate. "Thank you very much! Now I believe it's time for your reward. Get on all fours on the coffee table!" I comply very eagerly.

That wouldn't be the first time something happens on that table! I wait a bit there before Thomas positions himself in front of me, naked and extremely hard. I don't think I have seen his mushroom head so purple before.

"Open for me, bitch!" he says, grabbing my head.

He begins to thrust in my mouth while I look at him in the eyes, but since there is someone else present, he doesn't go too deep and I can really enjoy myself. I feel the stranger slip a ball in my hand, like he said he would, before he removes the little toy from my ass. That is all the warning I get before he slams into me.

This is just perfect. These two beautiful males, one being my lover, pound into me, use me and I love it. On my back, the stranger is hitting my prostate on each of his pushes, making me moan deeply. On my front, Thomas is taking control of my mouth without going over my gagging limit, which is just perfect. My eyes drown in his, and for once, there is no anger but a bit of love in them.

Bit by bit, I relax completely while these two use me. Thomas is the first to release in my mouth, but the stranger is not far behind. They switch places each time one of them comes, sometimes the both of them at the same time. I lose track of the number of times it happens. I lose track of time itself. I'm just flying there completely lost in my own space, even oblivious of my very hard cock.

There is no one beating me there. No one abusing my body. I don't care if I'm useless, or clumsy, or stupid. I don't have chores to do, groceries to shop, meals to cook. I don't have parents that swore to beat me to death if I ever set foot back in their home. I don't care if I can't escape the little prison that built itself around me. Here at last, I am free.

Published on October 6th 2017

Sooooo who do you think this stranger was?

Even if it was a Zach and Thomas chapter, it wasn't so bad this time. Hope you all have a nice weekend before the next update on next Monday. It will either be late (as in possibly Tuesday morning for me) or early, since I will be flying back to the US on the time I usually update. Will try to make it ready in advance so we can go for early!