Anthony, Thu May 28th 2015

Number of Ethan - 6:27pm "I won't be home for dinner, Pet, so eat when you want. I will be back at 9pm and expect to find you prepped, naked, kneeling in the living room, with the contents of the box I put on your desk this morning in your cute little ass."

I was working on my proof when I received this text; needless to say focusing on any kind of math suddenly became very difficult! I guess that's the end of today's work... Since I discovered the general plan of this demonstration three weeks ago, I have worked on every detail of every step, and I am more than confident that it is correct. Lately, I've just begun the final step of writing it, to be able to send it as an article to specialized journals.

I only told Paul and Jonathan what I had found - on top of my Master, of course. They are the only ones really capable of understanding what it is about, and I know they will hold their tongue, or not make fun of me if it ends up being incorrect. They were both thrilled for me and we celebrated with drinks a week ago. Paul was a pain in the neck and kept giving me the death stare every time I ordered a refill, even if I showed him the text from my Master granting me permission to drink as much as I wanted that night.

To say they don't get along is an understatement. They are always civil around each other, but I am under the impression that it is more for my sake than anything else. At least Jonathan and my Master are on friendly terms, even if they don't see much of each other. But again, I never found someone capable of resisting Jon's joyful mood and pervy jokes. I sometimes wonder if he would make a good Dominant, but I'm not sure he would be serious enough.

I think he is starting to suspect a bit about the non-traditional aspect of my relationship with my husband and Master, since he is making a lot of lewd and kinky comments. I wouldn't mind telling him, I'm sure he would only react by roaring with laughter, and I even managed to get my Master's approval - a few blowjobs always work wonders - but Paul opposed. It would require me to tell our common friend about his own relationship with Kyle, and for some reason he was adamant about keeping it a secret.

Anyway, the text leaves me incapable of concentrating on anything but my straining erection, so I quickly fix myself some dinner and eat it, before going under the shower to prep. When I am done with shaving and my enema, I raise the temperature of the water and try to relax. However, my thoughts drift to the events that happened on my birthday, which does nothing to calm my raging hard-on, and I'm almost tempted to touch myself. Of course I know better, and will wait for my Master to take care of it.

What a weekend it was! I still don't know how I managed to ask to top Zach and double-penetrate him over lunch on Saturday. I guess the prospect of actually doing it was a proper motivation... Then the afternoon was... wow! There is no word to describe it! As much as I enjoy every time we have sex with my Master, having my mouth and ass used and abused in the same scene I was finally able to top someone again - it hadn't happened in the last five years! - was just memorable.

First there was Zach deep-throating me. He was a bit hesitant and shy about it at the beginning, but he eventually properly took control of my mouth and I loved every second of it. I deeply enjoyed topping him in the swing afterward; God had I missed the tightness of an asshole! Then my Master joined the fun and it just felt wonderful! I had never been sandwiched like this but boy was it  exhilarating ! Thankfully he had put a cock ring on me, otherwise I would have come right away and wouldn't have time to properly take pleasure from it.

After that sene, the double penetration was one of the hottest things I ever saw. Preparing my friend for it was a bit weird, but I had already helped him with large plugs in the shower stalls of the Subs' room. I will forever remember the look of pure bliss on his face when he was sitting on me, my Master sliding in and out of his ass, rubbing against my member. Even if my cock wasn't properly stroked, I had a hard time restraining my orgasm until my Master granted me permission to.

I hadn't even properly recovered from my climax when I was shoved against a wall by Master Aiden, and after warning me he wasn't going to be gentle, he began to forcefully face-fuck me. God, it was brutal! Being completely controlled by this gorgeous alpha male with all his muscles and his hairy chest, grunting, sweating and not holding back one bit was as hot as hell. If I hadn't released twice before, I think I would have come without even touching myself. Far from upsetting me, the way he made me gag with his big fat cock only added to my arousal, even if it made me retch a bit. This seemed to upset Zach in a certain way, so I made a mental note to ask him why later.

Then, to conclude the best afternoon of my life, I was tied to the bench and used by Zach, then my Master and his friend at the same time. This wasn't as intense as the time with Tanner, but I deeply appreciated it all the same.

Don't get me wrong, it's not because I have become some kind of addict enjoying sex with multiple partners that I don't love my Master anymore. I do, more than anything. And nothing can compare to the feelings I have for this man, who I am lucky to be able to call my husband. I only have friendly affection for Zach and Aiden, but God do I get pleasure from having sex with them and my Master. He also admitted to me later he had a lot of fun, and that those kinds of experience would definitely happen again, as long as it was only with those two friends.

After everybody came one last time, our Doms took a shower - together, how hot is that? - while running a bath for Zach and me in the huge tub of the main bathroom. It was nice to enter the warm water and relax my sore hole, even nicer to cuddle against Zach's chest. Our masters let us rest while they went to tidy the playroom.

"Something bothered you before," I began while he was absentmindedly rubbing one of his hands on my chest.

"Sorry about that Tiger," he replied tiredly. "It's nothing you did!"

"Is it because of him?" I didn't need to explain who I was referring to, besides I don't even know his name.

"Yeah... It's stupid isn't it? Even after all these years, gagging is still one of my hard limits. I'm sorry, but when Daddy practically raped your mouth, I almost lost it. But he can't do it to me so I understand why he would do it to you," he responded, gently brushing my arm with his other hand.

"I found it hot, just so you know. I could have come in my pants!"

"You weren't wearing any, Tiger! And don't tell Daddy this, or he will do it again the first chance he gets," he answered.

"Oh I wouldn't mind!"

"I'm supposed to be the slutty one, Tiger! You act all shy and innocent sometimes, but you're no better!" he replied jokingly.

"That's because you perverted me," I scoffed, splashing water in his face.

We kept on teasing each other until the water was cold, then we helped each other get dry and dressed in simple boxer briefs. Why would we wear more clothes than this when we had our two Doms to tease? After we ate dinner that Master Aiden cooked once again, we just rested on the couches, talking about nothing and everything. What began with innocent pecks soon escalated in a kissing orgy. Me kissing my Master, Zach, his Daddy, and each time, the two others doing the same. The sight of the two Dominants sucking each other's face is another thing I'll remember forever.

Of course that turned everyone on and the evening ended with Zach and me being fucked, lying on the couch side by side, our asses just on the edge so that our Masters could properly piston into us. The long night of sleep didn't diminish anyone's horniness and the day after was again full of sex, though not in the playroom this time. As Zach had predicted, his Daddy abused my mouth once again in the shower. All in all, best birthday weekend ever!

I was so lost in those lustful thoughts that I didn't notice my right hand wrapping on his own will around my length. After a few strokes though, I quickly remember I'm not supposed to, and stop right away. Thank God I didn't come! I escape the shower and dry myself, then almost run into the living room to kneel and calm down. Crap! I forgot the package! I go back to my office and open the little box containing - surprise surprise! - a fairly large sized plug that I lube and slowly insert into my back channel.

Then I go and kneel in the living room. I know he won't be here for another half hour, but this position should allow me to relax a bit. True, the toy in my ass is a bit distracting, but I'll just take that as a punishment for touching myself earlier. Oh God! Here I am thinking about that weekend again! I try to focus on something else and settle on my new brother-in-law.

Eventually I had to cave in, and my Master told him we were in a relationship, or more precisely, married last week. The little brat has been on my case since then! He keeps asking apparently innocent questions, like how is it that I'm wearing a wedding ring and who is the lucky girl, all the while looking at me with a knowing smile. J Just at the moment all the rumors had stopped! I'm not sure I can put up with it much longer, but in any case, the end of the school year is near. The worst was the day he casually said his brother had a ring with the same design, how crazy was that? I could have killed the smartass on the spot!

These thoughts are way less dangerous than the previous ones, and I can soon hear the door of the apartment opening. Has it been thirty minutes already? I didn't notice the time fly by. I keep my position perfect, eyes lowered, back straight, legs wide apart so that he can see my hard member leaking on the floor. I can hear his heavy footsteps approaching the living room and stop.

He doesn't move or greet me, just breathes heavily. Why doesn't he say anything? Is this some kind of test? I don't let myself be distracted and keep my head down, but I'm getting tense. Am I in some sort of trouble? Is this a way of punishing me for something? I haven't done anything wrong though, so I don't understand his long silence, but I guess he must have his reasons.

"Sir?" a small voice that is definitely not my Master's echoes in the room. I take a look to see who is in the entrance of the apartment and all hell breaks loose in my head. Luke is standing there. I don't even register that his face is bruised and his clothes bloody, as a tsunami of panic and anxiety hits me. A student just found me kneeling, very naked, very obviously hard and very plugged.

I retreat as fast as I can on my hands on knees behind the couch, to at least conceal my nudity. I'm breathing hard, my palms are all sweaty and the only thing that prevents me from completely losing it is the look of stupor and fear on his face. For the longest time, we just stare at each other, mouth agape, while I try to get a grip on myself. As I've learned from my therapist, I take deep breaths while forming the beginning of my proof in my head. Concentrating on the succession of logical arguments allows me to escape the anxiety spiral I was in and I can finally focus on the face of the young man before me.

He looks like a mess. His lips are busted, he has several scratches on his face, and two purple spots, one on his jaw and one near his right eye. He is holding his left arm with his right one as if it hurts and uses the wall for support to stand. Most importantly, there is blood everywhere on his clothes that are torn in several places.

You can't leave him hanging here like this, just get a grip on yourself! I try to order myself. The first step, is to remove the plug in my ass while hidden by the couch. I try not to moan as I do so, then quickly hide the toy under one of the cushions. Thankfully, the whole situation has killed my little solider who is now in a very easily concealable flaccid state. Unfortunately there are just no clothes in the living room. I take another cushion and use it to cover my groin while I get up.

Of course this is the moment when my Master finally arrives.

"What's going on?" he asks in his usual dominant voice as he takes in the situation. "Luke? What happened?" he adds in a more panicked tone when he sees the state his brother is in.

"Father..." his brother whispers. "He went mad when I told him about your wedding."

This moment provides me with the distraction that I need and I just run to our bedroom to finally cover myself with some clothes. As soon as the door is closed though, I feel safer, which makes me lower my mental walls and a second wave of panic hits me. This one is harder to fight, and after I put on some boxer briefs and a pair of jeans, I just sit on the bed, my arms closed on my knees while I try to chase away the memories of the last day I worked at my previous school.

Soon after, two strong arms circle me and I revel in the smell of my Dominant. This is a more efficient way to calm me down!

"I'm really sorry you were surprised by Luke like that, Pet!" he whispers. "And I'm even sorrier to have to leave you now, but I need to take him to the hospital. Will you be okay on your own?"

"Yes, Master!" I say as confidently as I can.

"I will come back as soon as I can to take care of you!"

He quickly kisses me before running out of the bedroom, then I hear the apartment's main door being shut and I am left alone. My anxiety levels have lowered and are mostly manageable now. I try not to dwell on what just happened so I don't have to deal with another panic attack. Of course, I am really worried about Luke, and I hope he is going to be okay.

But my main problem now is dealing with another urge. Each time I have had an attack like this in the past, I always used alcohol and cigarettes to comfort me after. For the first time in the last four months, I could kill someone for a beer right now. And I know there are some in the fridge. It would be so easy to go and open one. It would make everything hurt less. I would feel so much better. It is like a siren calling me in the kitchen...

Siren... This actually gives me an idea on how to fight this! There is no way I am going to yield to one of my addictions while my Master takes care of his hurt little brother. He needs me at my strongest now! I just need to hold on for a tiny bit of time to put my plan in place, then I will let my defense down. I grab my phone and call Zach's number.

"Can you be at our place as soon as possible?" I ask directly

"I could, is there a problem?" he replies, a bit tense.

"I need your help, please. I'll be in the playroom when you arrive," and I hang up.

Then I call the doorman to let him know he can let my friend come up when he arrives. I double check the door of the apartment to make sure it isn't locked before going in the playroom. I take the first pair of shackles I can find, and attach my left wrist to one of the chains hanging from the ceiling. When this is done, I throw the key through the door of the playroom and it lands in the corridor.

There. Now I can let go. I feel the craving for alcohol ten times stronger. Fortunately I can't yield to it now that I imprisoned myself here. Had I not done that, I'm pretty sure I would be drinking my first beer by now. Then I would go out and buy a pack of cigarettes to enjoy a smoke, before taking another beer. When my Master would have come back home, he would have found me surrounded with five or six empty bottles. On top of his hurt brother. He has always been there to take care of me when I needed it, so this time I have to be strong for him.

The next hour is pure torture. Zach distracts me with texts but it's not enough to divert my attention from the objects of my addictions. Still, I manage to explain to him why I bothered him tonight and detail my little plan. He congratulates me on reacting like this, assuring me he is on his way. I also get a few texts from my Master telling me they arrived at the hospital and asking me how I am doing. I don't tell him the whole truth yet, since I don't want him to come back while he has to take care of his brother. I just message him back that I wasn't feeling very well and asked Zach to join me to keep me company.

When my friend finally arrives, he unlocks my restraint and hugs me tightly.

"You're okay, Tiger!" he soothes me. "Now I'm here!" This doesn't work as well as when my Master does it, but it's better than nothing!

Then he spends the rest of the evening diverting me, pointing out the fun in the situation I just experienced. I am a giggling mess when we retrieve the plug in the living room together and wash it before putting it safely away in the playroom that we lock, just in case.

All in all, his crazy self finally manages to calm the huge waves of need I had and I'm laughing by the time my Master finally comes back.

Published on July 19th 2017

Hum! So the cat is out of the bag, as they say! In the next chapter we will see what Ethan's PoV on the whole thing.