Zach, Wed Mar 27th 2013

There is only one word to describe the past few days: happiness. I hadn't realized how unhappy I was during most of my time with Thomas until now, since I have an actual comparison point. What I thought was happiness at that time is just a shadow of how I'm feeling now. This sentiment of being so carefree and that anything is possible. This contentment, feeling that every desire I have is sated. Sex, of course, but also love and affection.

Six years ago, I was worrying about where I would sleep whereas now I have a place to stay, indefinitely. I didn't know what I would study and do with my life, now I have an online course, a plan that Daddy will check I follow. I won't become helpless again, he'll help me get a regular income, even if I'm working from home.

Six years ago, I couldn't see it but the first signs of what was to become of Thomas and I as a couple were already there. What I thought was perfect love was already spoiled by his selfishness and his sometimes abusive authority. Now I'm amazed by how neatly Daddy cares for me. How he notices every single detail that concerns me, puts my needs first and doesn't misuse the power I gave him. The contract he wrote for our relationship is a perfect example of that.

I was scared he would go for the kind of long-term agreement were the Dom basically has control of everything his Sub does. Not necessarily as extreme as Ethan and Keith, but still, something along those lines. As much as I like submitting to him when we have sex, I like my freedom outside of the club way too much. What Daddy proposed was just the right balance between the authority he wants to have over me and my need for independence. The way he had already thought about smart goals or included my limits was a very nice touch as well.

But most of all, the huge difference between back then and now is the sex. Frankly, it's as if I never did anything before I met Daddy. He is not called a Sex God in the Subs' room for nothing! In just a few days I have become completely addicted to his touches or the orgasms he gives me. If we could, I'd gladly spend our days having sex... too bad we have to do boring things like work or eat.

So, since I made him yield on last Saturday, I feel so happy. For some reason, I feel safer as well. Especially since we signed the contract. The fact he is watching over me – even more than before – seems to be the only thing I was waiting before going more into a rebellious phase. I know he's not going to turn his back on me, no matter what crazy shit I do. I trust him to love me through my mistakes. And to discipline me with sexy punishments, but that's just an added bonus.

The only bad point, for now, is his obsession with working out. I hate that so much! I understand his point: he wants me to look healthier and put on some muscles, which is only fair, and he wants to be sure I build the stamina necessary for the kind of play we indulge in. Though I think I'm not too bad on that second account.

Anyway, I went willingly on Monday since we had just signed the contract and he had promised me a steamy hot night in exchange. When he woke me up one hour earlier this morning to go to the gym, I was not so amenable. I blatantly refused and stayed in bed which earned me a wake-up with a glass of cold water, then a spanking when I yelled at him. I've been sulking ever since of course, because who does that? This was so out of proportion! Even if I love having sex with him so much, this man is going to get blue balls tonight.

"Are you still mad at me, Baby?" he asks, as if on cue.

"Yes!" I pout.

"You know I was only making you respect your part of the contract you signed," he says gently.

"I don't care, it was mean!" and hot if we just consider the spanking, but I won't tell him that.

The way he bent me over the table, one of his powerful hands holding my head in place while his other lowered my pants and boxer briefs was just soooooo sexy! He was a bit violent because I may or may not have refused to comply with his first order to present him my bare butt. What can I say, I love to push his buttons! And I loved every second of being manhandled by him, even if he didn't restrain his strength in any way for the fifteen blows he administered. The best part was how gentle he was when he put some soothing cream on me afterward.

"Is my Baby not capable of handling a bit of spanking when he misbehaves?" he purrs in my ear, making me hard instantly.

Gosh, he knows me so well! Though he must have spotted how aroused I was this morning after his little show of strength.

I haven't heard him approaching, focused on my laptop on the couch, and he snuggles behind me and wraps an arm around my torso.

"I was talking about the glass of water, Daddy!" I reply coldly, removing his hand.

"You wouldn't wake up! What was I supposed to do?" he asks.

"Let me sleep," I sigh exasperatedly.

"That wasn't an option, Baby," he chuckles, ruffling my hair. "I imagine you won't be in the mood to play tonight."

"Definitely not!" I exclaim.

"Hum! Too bad! I was thinking of doing something special..." he teases.

Of course, that gets my immediate attention. Mine and my dick's combined. His hands gently massaging my shoulders only add to my arousal.

"What were you thinking of?" I ask.

"Well, there is a Sub who did a lot to put us together and I was trying to think of a way to show him our appreciation," he replies, shrugging his shoulders. "Looks like I will have to buy him a thank you card with kittens on it instead of having a hot threesome."

Threesome? Did someone say threesome? The bastard really does know me well! Of course, that makes me reconsider all plans to punish him with blue balls.

"I might be in the mood for that," I state.

"Oh! Are you, now? Well..."

A knock at the door interrupts his thoughts, and he winks at me to indicate the conversation is not over. He pecks my forehead before going to the entrance of the loft, making me smile like a goof. What can I say, this man does that to me! I begin to daydream about the hot sex we'll have tonight in the end. I have messed around a lot with Joe in the showers, and he's had a lot of scenes with Daddy, so it seems fitting he would be our first candidate for a threesome. The next one better be a Dom though, because that's where the true fun is!

"I'm not sure it was the best idea to come!"

Daddy's angry voice pulls out of my reverie, making me turn around and take a look at the door. Fuck! What are Thomas's parents doing here? Are they seeking some kind of revenge? I suddenly feel very uneasy even if Daddy's presence gives me the strength to deal with what could be a very awkward situation. I haven't spoken to Thomas's parents since last summer.

"Please, we just want to apologize," Thomas's mom, Rebecca, says with an anguished voice.

It perfectly matches her face. Gone are the joyful expressions I've always known on her, replaced by big bags under her red puffy eyes. She spent a lot of time crying recently, which isn't surprising since her son has been put jail. When she looks at me though, her whole expression softens in a motherly way before being replaced by pure guilt.

It suddenly hit me that she didn't necessarily cry for her son, she cried because she created a monster. She cried because she didn't see what he did to me right under their nose. She cried because she didn't help me when I needed it. As our eyes connect, I fully empathize with her suffering, and a sudden wave of sadness overcomes me.

"It's okay, Daddy," I whisper.

As soon as he lets them in, Rebecca rushes over to me and pulls me into a tight hug.

"We're so sorry!" she cries. "You should have told us! The police officer showed us the pictures... We had no idea! My poor boy... First your parents, then... this... And we didn't do anything about it!"

"It's okay, Rebecca," I reply, patting her back.

I'm quite the sobbing mess as well. When my folks disowned me, these people sort of became my family, with Thomas. Apart from Daddy, they are the ones I am the closest to.

"No, it's not okay!" she replies loudly. "We should have been there for you! We should have made you understand that whatever was going on with Thomas, we'd help you! You are our second son, we've always considered you like one!"

It takes a while before she calms down – and me as well – then Daddy, being the best host he is, serves us hot tea with cakes.

"What our son did to you is inexcusable," Daniel – Thomas's dad – tells me. "We've barely talked to him since he was arrested and it seems he has no intention of apologizing to you. We, on the other hand, are mortified."

"Thanks..." I reply in a small voice.

"Thomas is pretending you were agreeing to all of this," Rebecca intervenes. "He says you were into BDSM and consented to everything..."

I can see Daddy tense at these words from the corner of my eyes. I know how much he despises people who hurt others while playing at being a Dom.

"We don't believe him, of course," Daniel interrupts her. "We just wanted to let you know."

From the way they both look at me, I can tell they're not as confident as they show. Of course, they mostly believe what they say, but there is a tiny piece of them wanting to hold on to their son's word. I understand it would make it easier for them if they could believe he wasn't a monster, but sadly, it's not the truth. Non-disclosure agreements I signed prevent me from telling them the whole story, but they deserve a part of it.

"I did not consent," I whisper. "It's true I accepted it in a way because I didn't tell anyone, but that's mostly because I didn't think anyone could help me... As for Thomas's excuse, it's true I like it a bit rough in the bedroom..."

"Zach!" Daddy growls threateningly.

"Shush, Daddy! They have the right to know the truth!" I scold him.

If Daniel and Rebeca find it weird I call him that, they hide it pretty well.

"As I said, I like my partner to be a bit controlling as far as sex is concerned, and I certainly don't have anything against being tied up, but that doesn't mean I like being a punching bag or some kind of domestic servant."

Or a sex slave for that matter, but I won't go as far as telling them that.

"Our whole relationship slowly turned into this horror with him becoming more and more controlling," I continue. "It's true I share a bit of responsibility because I should have said something... the first time he hit me, or forced me to have sex... But as I said, I thought there was no alternative..."

There is a lot more crying from Rebecca as we keep on talking about this for a bit. Daniel appears strong but his eyes are still watering.

"I don't know how he could turn out like this," he exclaims at some point, hitting the table with his fist. "This is not the way we raised him."

"I know that," I reply.

They're good folks. Jeez, they accepted me under their roof without a question when I was kicked out of my parents' house!

"I'm sorry it ended up like this," I conclude. "I was building my life back, and I wouldn't have pressed charges if he had let go... But he didn't and tried to kill me..."

Again more tears are shed as we hug before they bid us goodbye, with a lot more apologies. They make me promise to keep in touch from time to time and I don't have the heart to say no. It's true they were kind of my own family for the past six years and I have nothing but good memories of my times in their house.

"That was really kind and brave of you, Baby," Daddy whispers in my ear.

He pulled me into his embrace just when the door closed and we haven't moved since then.

"Thank you, Daddy!" I reply, holding him tightly.

I try to chase the last tears that keep on running down my cheeks with the memories that linger from our conversation, so I revert to the crazy new Zach.

"Does that mean I get a reward?" I ask, rubbing myself against Daddy's legs.

"You have no shame, Baby," he chuckles. "But yes, that definitely deserves a reward. Who is the best Dom you had at the club?"

"You Daddy, of course," I reply lightly, pecking his lips. "Then William, I think."

"How about this, Baby? Tonight we have the threesome with Joe to thank him, then tomorrow night I'll let you rest, but on Friday you'll experience the hottest threesome you've ever had with William and me."

"You're the best, Daddy!" I exclaim.

He truly is, I think to myself. I lose myself in his chocolate eyes, pondering how much I love him already. Soon, I will say these three little words to him. I already know I've completely fallen for him, but I'll wait for a bit more. I want to be far more in love with him than I ever was with Thomas before I confess my feelings to him because he deserves no less than that.

Of course, I can see his adoration for me in his eyes, and even if no words are spoken, there is still a silent exchange that ends up with our lips slowly approaching, as if gravitational force was pulling them to one another. I lose track of time but we share the longest kiss, his tongue taking possession of my mouth and swirling with mine. Thankfully he holds me or I would collapse on the floor from the emotion of it all.

"We should keep all our energy for tonight," he whispers huskily when he breaks the kiss, his massive erection grinding against my lower torso, while mine rubs on his thigh.

"Totally!" I pant.

But it seems we can't keep our hands from touching each other. Our kisses grow hotter and hotter, and somehow, our clothes disappear. We are suddenly on his bed, our mouths still attached, and it only takes a few strokes before we both come, moaning with passion.

"You are a very bad influence on me, Baby," he chuckles, scooping all the cum he can find to lick it up. "I used to have better self-control!"

"I like driving you crazy, Daddy!" I reply, snuggling against his side.

We lay there for a moment before it's time to go to the club. A few texts settled our plans for the night with Joe, who is more than happy to play with us. I meet him in the Subs' room for our dinner, before we go prep together. It's really difficult not to fool around – but we have strict orders not to – because we are both extremely hard with anticipation. We end up sprinkling cold water on our erections to be able to dress up in the usual tiny shorts.

Then we go inside the club, holding hands, and go to the dancefloor. Daddy told us to meet him at his spot at 9pm for the show, so we have a bit of time to enjoy the music beforehand. When we see him take his usual seat with his friends, we make sure to put one hell of a show which has quite an effect, judging by the massive bulge we can see in his pants when we eventually go kneel by his side. He leaves us like this for a minute, petting our hair with his hands before he pulls us on his lap, each of us one thigh, facing one another.

"Kiss for me!" he orders in a low voice, and we immediately comply. It is nothing like kissing Daddy, but the softness of Joe's mouth is very nice as well.

"Lucky bastard!" I hear William exclaim softly, making me chuckle.

"You'll have your turn," Daddy replies cheerfully.

Once we part our lips, Daddy takes Joe's mouth then mine before the lights are dimmed. I quickly feel one of his hands in my shorts, and I can see his other one is inside Joe's... that is so hot! I'm so excited by what is to come that I pay little attention to the scene that's played out in front of us. Daddy doesn't even wait for the end before whispering a husky: "Let's go, boys!"

"Strip and kneel in front of each other!" he commands as soon as we are inside his playroom.

Of course, there is no need to ask us twice and we're soon in the position he ordered us to take.

"Do you have any idea how much I have enjoyed watching you two mess with each other?" he asks seductively. "And tonight I can ask both of you to do whatever I want..."

He squats to our level, his hands groping us, stroking us or playing with our balls.

"Joe, tonight is a thank you for all the efforts you put into getting us together," he adds, standing and going to one of the cupboards. "So, if you have a special request, you can make it now and I will consider it."

"I'm happy for you two, Master Aiden," my friend replies. "Thank you for letting me play with you, I'm sure I will enjoy whatever you have planned."

"I certainly hope so," Daddy chuckles, closing cock rings on each of our members. "Kiss, and give me a good show," he then orders in his most husky voice.

He doesn't need to tell us this twice, we lunge at each other's lips and make out like porn stars, not refraining on our moans. Our hands are busy as well, exploring, wandering, groping.

It's not the same as kissing Daddy as there's nothing but friendly feelings here. Our sensations are still enhanced by the fact we have an audience and it's like everything I do is to please Daddy.

"Can you feel how much you're arousing me?" he asks smugly after putting one hand from each of us on his crotch.

The anaconda is definitely very awake and I feel very sexy to have excited him like this.

"Yes, Daddy," I reply at the same time Joe answers, "Yes, Master Aiden."

"Now get on the bed," he orders. "Baby lay down, your head near the side. Pet, get over my Baby on all fours... I think you know what to do now," he concludes when we are in a sixty-nine position.

I immediately take Joe in my mouth while he does the same, and both of us moan around each other, sending blissful vibrations on our shafts. It's not the first time one of us has sucked the other and we know what the other likes, so each of us makes his best effort to give the other the most pleasure he can.

"So sexy!" Daddy exclaims, and I can hear him removing his pants.

A little glimpse on the side makes me see Daddy stroking his huge python, and that makes the whole thing reach new levels of hotness. Then he squats in front of Joe's ass and begins rimming him. I can already feel the usual fire build in my balls, contained by the cock ring. After spending the longest time French-kissing his butthole, Daddy begins to prep Joe with one, two, then three fingers. I watch the whole thing mesmerized, while my friend applies himself to give me the best blowjob possible and I reciprocate with all my might.

"Go under the grid, Pet!" Daddy orders when he has stretched his butthole enough.

He takes his time to attach my friend's limbs to several chains, but all the while he's glancing at me with hungry eyes and I feel so special, as if he's now the one putting a show for me.

When he's done, Joe is suspended three feet above the floor, his arms tied up, his legs spread and folded, his ankles attached to his thighs.

"Come kneel here, Baby," Daddy commands and I comply while he makes the final adjustments.

Soon after, Joe's hole is at the right height for Daddy, and my friend's dick is brushing my lips.

"Baby, I want you to pleasure my Pet while I fuck him hard."

My jaw opens wide automatically and I swallow the lizard in front of me, savoring its strong taste. Joe lets out strong moans as Daddy slides inside him while I'm blowing him to the best of my ability, taking him completely in my mouth each time I bob back and forth, teasing all the sensitive parts of his cock with my tongue.

Soon there is not so much that I can do since Daddy's thrusts set the pace, making Joe's cock slide in and out without need for movement on my side. My friend is already begging for his release, but Daddy edges him for the longest time before he eventually unties the cock ring.

"Come for me, Pet!" he orders and torrents of cum hit my palate.

Gosh, Joe was really excited to give me so much! I have trouble swallowing the first half of his release and almost choke while I try to hold all the second half in my mouth, to share with Daddy.

He pulls me into a very hot kiss once he has caught his breath and removes the condom he was wearing, keeping it in one of his hands. When our lips part, he looks at me pointedly before he brings the rubber to his mouth and starts drinking its contents. That man is so kinky!!!

"Sit on the bed, Baby!" he orders while he unties Joe. "Pet, crawl to my Baby and return the favor!"

Our eyes lock when my friend takes me in his mouth, making me moan deeply. It seems he has decided to give me the best head ever. I reach new heights of pleasure though when Daddy comes back and climbs on my side, roughly twisting one of my nipples before kissing me passionately. All the sensations combined are just too much!

I try to beg him to let me come, but he doesn't let go of my mouth so it comes out as an unintelligible moan. When he eventually lets go, I'm far too gone to be able to properly beg.

"Switch with me, Pet!" he orders, and he squats between my legs, swallowing my cock in one go while Joe kisses me deeply.

Shit! That feels even better! Fortunately, it doesn't take long before he removes the cock ring, which I take as permission to come. The fire that was raging in my balls seizes my whole body and waves of blissful pleasure course through me with each spurt of cum I release. Daddy doesn't let one drop of my juices go anywhere other than his mouth, milking me dry, which only makes my orgasm last longer.

This is only the beginning though, as Daddy spends the rest of the night fucking our holes in turn. He installs us on two swings turned so that we can watch each other. This is so hot we all come several more times before the end of the night.

Published on January 22nd 2018

So Baby and Dady's first threesome. The next one will be with William, as mentioned here, and it'll be in next chapter. See you on Thursday for it!

On another note, happy belated birthday to my dearest friend on Wattpad. Sorry I didn't publish this yesterday! I hope you know how much I love you :-*