3 comments/ 13981 views/ 5 favorites Boyd and Fiona By: bumblegrum All characters in this story are fictitious and entirely the work of the author's imagination. All characters are aged 18 or over. This story contains explicit sexual content in the areas of domination/submission, gay male and reluctance. If any of this is likely to offend you, please read no further. I would like to thank my editor, Hatsuda, for his great skill, his remarkable patience and continuing support. * I normally didn't open my computer repair business until 8.30 am, but on this morning, my door was unlocked early. Shortly after 8.00, a young man burst into the shop with a panic stricken look on his face. "You've got to help me. I've lost all my photos and that'll send me bankrupt. Please, you must help." "Okay, hold your horses just for a minute. What's happened?" "I switched on and just got a load of garbage. Oh, please, you must help me." I watched this young man becoming increasingly agitated. He was of medium height, slim build with long so-called "dirty blond" hair swept back behind his ears. He had pale blue eyes and a somewhat effeminate air. "I'm Boyd Prentice, the photographer a few doors down." "Hi, Boyd, I think I've seen you around; I'm Jerry Tate, the proprietor of this PC palace. Now, Boyd, I'm committed until 10.30, but I'll call in then and have a look. In the meantime, please, don't touch the offending PC until I've had a chance to run the rule over it." He thanked me profusely and left. At 10.30, I called into Prentice Photography to be greeted by the most stunning woman I'd ever seen. She stood as I entered and I could see she was above average height with a mane of red gold hair down her back, green eyes, a perfectly proportioned oval face, a generous mouth and breasts that could drive a man insane. She floated in a light cloud of perfume that perfectly enhanced her beauty. She had clearly been mentally undressed many times before and regarded me rather watchfully. "Good morning, sir, how may I help you?" "Well, I'm Jerry Tate, and Boyd Prentice ..." I got no further as the vision let loose a captivating smile and burst out, "Oh thank God. We've been out of our minds with worry over this. I'm Fiona Prentice, Boyd's wife and business partner." She held out a perfectly manicured hand and I took it, warm and soft into my suddenly clumsy paw. At that moment, Boyd burst into the shop, sounding no less panicky than earlier. I soon got to grips with the PC and it was obvious that it had contracted some sort of virus. I explained to Boyd and Fiona what I was going to do, and we negotiated an acceptable cost (although I allowed a secret discount on account of being able to perve on Fiona). The repairs took a couple of days to check, disinfect and reconfigure their system and there was very little permanent loss of data. Both Boyd and Fiona were almost pathetically grateful for what I had been able to do, and as well as a warm handshake from Boyd, I was rewarded with a kiss on the cheek from Fiona. I thought that might have been the end of the matter, but a few days later, Boyd called in to my shop, looking much happier this time. "Jerry, I don't know what your social calendar is like, but as we're neighbours and you were such a help, Fiona and I would like to invite you for dinner on Saturday evening. We're both pretty good in the kitchen, and you mentioned you don't have family here, so we thought you might like a home cooked meal?" Anything to spend more time in the company of the gorgeous Fiona, and Boyd seemed a pretty civilised sort of guy, so I accepted immediately. At that time, I was living pretty much a bachelor existence in the flat above my shop. Cosy but untidy; too many old pizza boxes and takeaway containers and too many unwashed dishes. But it suited me and it couldn't be closer to my work. My social life was limited, but I'd always enjoyed my own company, and I could usually find female companionship, warm, willing and enthusiastic, when the need arose. So on the Saturday evening, I showered, shaved and dressed in my best smart casual, picked up a decent bottle of wine and headed for Boyd and Fiona's place, a little way out in a quite upmarket suburb. They lived in an old bungalow, spacious, with high ceilings and an air of refinement common to this area. It spoke of old money and middle class bourgeoisie, in general a class I didn't much care for, although Boyd and Fiona seemed to be an exception. The door was opened by Fiona, and it took me a short while to retrieve my jaw after it hit the floor. She was dressed in a simple dress in some form of clingy lightweight material in a floral design, blazing with all the colours of the rainbow, plus a few others. It was cut just at her knees and had a rolled halter neck exposing her bare, glowing shoulders. Fiona looked a picture of vitality, her hair a red-gold cascade down her back but at the same time, she seemed rather cautious, as if there was something about me that didn't quite gel. I was ushered through into a spacious lounge where Boyd greeted me genially; we had drinks and then an excellent meal. Boyd and Fiona were warm and generous hosts and the evening was a great success—from my point of view, anyway. Even so, I sensed some sort of undercurrent between my hosts—something indefinable and probably not significant. I wondered if they'd had an argument before I arrived, and this was the aftermath. I thanked my hosts profusely and received a kiss of the cheek from the sensational Fiona, as well as a somewhat unexpected hug from Boyd. Ten days later, another invitation from my neighbours, and an intriguing evening. Fiona was dressed rather conservatively, although she couldn't disguise her gorgeous figure. She wore a plain white blouse, buttoned to the neck and a tailored skirt, cut just at knee length. This evening, there was an almost tangible air of some form of tension between my hosts, although it didn't seem to be directed at me. In fact, it seemed almost as if I was some sort of rescuer. Boyd laughed at my weakest jokes, and was particularly attentive during the meal, Fiona stayed quiet, almost seeming to keep away from me, but Boyd was unexpectedly tactile; his hand brushed mine on several occasions. I was not offended by this demonstration but I was fascinated by what was happening, particularly Fiona's hesitation around me. I wondered why. In the event, I didn't have to wait long to find out. Late one afternoon, as I was about to close up, I heard someone enter the shop. Sighing at the thought of a late customer, I went out to the front to see an unexpected visitor. "Hi Fiona, what brings you here?" This was a different version of Fiona, dressed way down in an old tee shirt, faded jeans and flatties, with her hair in a ponytail and little makeup. She was chewing on her bottom lip and fiddling with her fingers, as well as trembling from tension, and looked apprehensive and almost scared; like a rabbit caught in the headlights. Fiona tried to speak, but at first, all that came out was, "I ... I ... I don't know ... "Fiona, just let me lock up, then come through to the back." She sat on the edge of the most uncomfortable chair in the room and stared fixedly at me, as if I was about to transform into some sort of monster. "Jerry, this is so hard for me. I just don't know what to say." "Okay, Fiona, if it helps, I'm not about to burst into seething anger, and I'm not in the business of judging other people. Just take your time and tell me what it is that's troubling you. Is it about Boyd? Is he having an affair with another woman? Is he ..." I was cut short by Fiona's tense, humourless laugh. "God, no, if only it was that simple. I really don't want to be here, and I'm only doing this because Boyd begged me to see you." I didn't let her get any further. Clearly, this was a monumental crisis, although I wasn't quite sure why she chose to confide in me. "Fiona, look, I promise on a stack of Microsoft manuals that I will NOT do any of those things or be unpleasant or anything like that. Tell you what, just shut your eyes and let it all out." She looked at me, anger and fear flooding across her beautiful face, then closed her eyes, and it came out in one breathless rush, "Boyd'sgotthehotsforyou!" That was probably the last thing I was expecting, and I gasped in surprise. "Once more, with clarity, please, Fiona?" She managed to blurt out, "Boyd's got the hots for you. He keeps talking about you and how he wants ... how he wants to have sex with you," she finished in a rush, her tense face and trembling body clear indications of her anxiety over my response. "Oh wow, Fiona, this is totally out of left field. I am absolutely stunned. But why send you—can't he face the idea of telling me himself?" "Jerry, this must be really embarrassing for you, and I'm just amazed that you haven't exploded," Fiona replied. I looked at her devastated face and smiled. "Don't worry too much, Fiona; I'm not actively gay, although I am bi, but I am curious about why Boyd should want to hit on me." "You mean you're not offended, not angry, not, well, not wanting to tell me to go to hell?" Fiona sounded incredulous. "I've never believed in shooting the messenger, and anyway, if the truth be known, I'm just a bit flattered. As you're clearly the go-between, though, you do owe me some explanations. Tell me about Boyd the man. How does he function and what's his sexual orientation?" Fiona watched me closely through unblinking eyes, seemingly ready to initiate a "fight or flight" response, but the trembling had stopped and her body language became more open and responsive. "I guess I'll have to tell you the whole story, as far as I know it, Jerry. We've been together for three years and Boyd admitted early in our relationship that he's bisexual. He's a very gentle, sensitive guy and has had some bad experiences with men and been hurt both physically and emotionally. I really don't know all the details, but he has a genetic abnormality that means he can only 'shoot blanks'." Fiona paused to take a deep breath. "Boyd seems to prefer being with men rather than with me. He told me that he fell for you the moment he first met you. What struck him was your confidence and obvious competence in what you do. As we got to know you better, he told me that he was captivated by your warmth, sense of humour and willingness to listen to him. You triggered something in him that we both thought had been cauterised by previous experiences, and a week or so ago, he confessed that he wanted to be your lover." "Oh my god, Fiona," I responded. "How do you feel about all this? Wouldn't he be cheating on you?" "He's been with a couple of guys since we met; it was purely physical; I'm sure he cares about me but I did have to help him to 'pick up the pieces' after those relationships went badly wrong. I have to tell you that Boyd has become sensitive about physical pain. That's a reaction to being beaten up by his so-called 'lovers'. As a result, the idea of anal sex scares him, and all he can think about is oral, which leaves him out of the mainstream." "Fiona, you didn't answer my question—how do you feel about Boyd's need for a male lover?" "I hate it. He says that he's bi, but this is becoming an obsession, and I think he's rather closer to a true homosexual. We only have sex once a week, and for me it's just not enough, and it isn't very exciting even then. I wish ..." tears sprang into her eyes, her emotional pain evident. "I wish he were more demonstrative, more of a lover." Fiona hesitated, unsure of how to go on. "There's something else you need to know, and this is even more difficult." "Even more difficult?" I couldn't contain my surprise. "Oh god, this is so difficult, but I can't hide it. Boyd is increasingly into cross dressing. He wears my panties; at first he was surreptitious about it, but now he's quite open. I know he's tried my slips and dresses and shoes, but it really is dangerous. Boyd is quite well known in some circles, and if this gets out, he'll be ruined. As it is, business is starting to drop off; there are fewer commissions, and he just doesn't seem to care. I know he is a really great photographer, but all he can think of at the moment is being controlled by a guy of his choosing. He's never told you, but before he met me, he tried to suicide twice and he was lucky to come out alive. I've been able to help him stabilise himself, but I'm so scared that he will try again, and this time it will be too late." At this point, Fiona burst into tears and I let her cry it out. "It's all his mother's fault, Jerry. I know it's so easy to blame the mother, but she is an arrogant, controlling bitch and I loathe her. She made no secret of the fact that she wanted a daughter; she wanted to call him Robin, so she could create gender confusion, but his father insisted on Boyd. I think that was an element in his parents' divorce and he has no brothers or sisters. Jerry, Boyd is a true submissive; he's desperate to find a guy who can understand his needs and who can dominate him without brutalising him, and that has proven to be almost impossible. Until now," she continued. "What makes him think that I'd be any less abusive?" I enquired. "For all you both know, I might be a thorough bastard who would make your lives a misery." Fiona's smile barely touched her mouth and certainly bypassed her eyes. "Both Boyd and I are pretty good at recognising peoples' strengths and weaknesses, and I know he's enjoyed your company recently. It's not so much that I haven't, but I recognised the signs that Boyd has been falling for you. Besides," now Fiona looked apprehensive again, "I know Boyd has asked some discreet questions about you, and everything came back very positive." "I see, so I check out clean, do I?" My voice was flat, keeping any emotion in check. "I think perhaps I need to talk to Boyd and you too, so that we are all absolutely clear about what's going on. Is he free at the moment?" "Just as I left, he begged me to persuade you to come and talk to him. I know this is really important to Boyd, Jerry, although I have to admit that I do feel hurt." "Fiona, look, if it really is hurtful, I'll say 'no' to Boyd and let it go at that, rather than cause you even more pain." Fiona hesitated again, unsure of how far she could or should go. She eventually came to a decision, and throwing caution to the winds, continued. "Jerry, I was very good at what I did professionally as a model. That's not conceit; it's a recognition of my own strengths in a particular field, and I was very confident of my abilities in that area. But it was stressful and I eventually got fed up with guys hitting on me all the time. I started using drugs, and my career went down the toilet. Then I got into debt and my life was a complete mess. Boyd sort of rescued me; he bailed me out and got me clean, and I was happy to become his assistant." "Then I discovered that Boyd was a sub, and he's become desperate about wanting to surrender himself to someone he can rely on. He's told me that he would give that person control over him, and let go of all his responsibilities in his emotional life. He lacks emotional confidence and says that he needs someone he can trust so that he can let go of all his inhibitions and be who he wants to be." "Boyd and I have discussed this in a lot of detail and there is no changing his mind. He wants to give up responsibility for himself and to have that person take control. He can then abandon himself completely, give up all responsibility and even 'be nothing'. Jerry ..." and here Fiona once again became very hesitant, but eventually took control of herself and looked me straight in the eye. "Jerry, Boyd needs to submit himself to you. He's told me that he trusts you and he desperately needs someone he can trust to control him. In return, he says that he will do anything you demand, anything you can think of. He's become quite obsessed with the idea, and I guess you're a better bet than some guy he picks up in a bar. Of course you can say 'no'; it would destroy Boyd, although this is such a big ask, I wouldn't hold it against you if you did." I took some time to process all this information. Boyd might be obsessed with me, but I was developing an obsession with Fiona and the idea of getting into her panties was an ever-present pleasure. Call me cynical if you like, but having her husband as a sex slave might be an avenue to achieving my dreams. I started to feel quite excited about this; many possibilities opened in my mind. After all, I rationalised, a blow job from a guy is no different from a blow job from a gal, provided that you keep your eyes shut and he knows what he's doing. "Fiona, this is the sort of offer I don't get every day. Maybe we should go back to your place and talk it over." Boyd's anxiety was almost palpable when we returned to his studio. Pacing up and down with a look of fear on his face, he spun around as Fiona and I entered. "Jerry, I know this is weird and unexpected, and I know you're straight, but I can't help myself. Please, Jerry, you've no idea how much I ..." "Fiona has put me in the picture," I interrupted. "So you are driven by a need to submit yourself to me and will do exactly what I tell you; is that correct?" "Yes Sir," he whispered with barely controlled excitement. "You do realise what you're getting into, don't you? You're giving me control over you and agreeing to obey everything I say. Of course, I won't interfere with your professional life, but I will own your body and your erotic actions. You will have a safe word, but when I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it when I tell you. Failure to obey will result in punishment, and I will be the sole arbiter of what that punishment is. Do you understand?" His, "Yes Sir" was clearer and more spontaneous this time, causing my rigid cock to strain at my jeans. "Boyd, I want you to undress so that I can see for myself just what I am getting, but first, tell me, are you wearing Fiona's panties? And wearing her perfume too, I think?" Boyd blushed a deep scarlet before mumbling "Yes Sir." "Then keep them on, but everything else off." Fiona hurried from the room, the distress showing in her tense mouth, rigid jaw and screwed up eyes. Boyd moaned, removing his tee shirt and socks and shoes, peeling down his jeans, then stood naked, apart from a pair of blue satin panties, blushing furiously but making no effort to cover himself. "Now, take off the panties, Boyd, slowly as if you're trying to seduce me." He moaned again, slowly removing the Fiona's underwear; I noticed a dark patch on the gusset, where he had obviously been leaking pre-cum. Boyd was slim, with a dancer's physique, not powerfully muscled but obviously toned. He had a nice butt, and his small cock was fully erect and confirmed the dribble of pre-cum. He watched me closely for any negative reaction, which would have destroyed the moment. "Very nice, Boyd—I think we're going to have a lot of fun together." So saying I walked directly in front of him and gently held his cock and balls in my hand. Boyd gasped and squirmed as I stroked his erect cock, holding it firmly, wanking him towards orgasm. I reached round and slapped his bottom, firmly but gently, causing another gasp. "Stay still, Boyd unless you want me to spank you. Is that what you want—to be humiliated in front of your master?" "Oh god, Sir," his voice trembled. "I need to be controlled, and you are getting me so hot ..." First, Boyd, you will learn what obedience means to me. Get down on your knees and take off my jeans and boxers." He obeyed, somewhat hesitantly and gasped when he saw my throbbing member, angry and demanding release. His soft, manicured hands tentatively stroked me as he looked up, submission written across his face and deep in his eyes. Boyd and Fiona "Now, Boyd, blow me. If you do a good job you shall have a reward—if not, you shall be punished." He gasped and a look of fear spread across his face. I remembered what Fiona had said about Boyd and pain, but I knew exactly how to counter that. Boyd's tongue licked, uncertainly at first, up my cock, taking it into his mouth and starting to suck. He alternated this with a full tongue bath, behind my balls and up to the tip with a copious supply of saliva. He repeated this and seemed to be spurred on by my moans of pleasure. He was really good and I could feel the pressure for release growing in my lower abdomen and into my balls. But I felt a powerful desire to humiliate Boyd so that there was no doubt in his mind where the power lay. "Boyd," I gasped, "I'm going to pull out and as I do so, you will finish me by hand and direct my cum onto your face." Taking my sloppy but rigid cock in his soft, warm hand, he stroked me to a highly satisfactory climax. I let out a shout of triumph as I came, my spend flowing over Boyd's face from eyebrows to chin. "Good boy, now clean up your face with your hand, and eat up all the deposit I have left for you." He swept his face clean with active fingers, licking off the residue with an expression of joy and delight. "Oh god, Sir, you taste so good." "Well done, Boyd," I praised him. "Now come here and clean me with your tongue." His mouth was warm and his tongue highly mobile, quickly cleaning the remains of my juice from my now soft cock. "Now I have to decide whether you did a good enough job to get a reward, or whether you need to be punished with a good hard spanking," I suggested. Boyd gasped; and moaned in fear. "Well, I'll tell you what. I'll leave the decision to you—what do you think I should do to you now, Boyd?" He stared at me, almost as if he couldn't believe his ears; I was giving him the right to decide what happened to him next. He looked at me lovingly, "I would really like you to do to me what I did to you—oh please, Sir," he begged. "Mmm yes, I think you will taste delicious. But one difference—I expect you to talk to me while I blow you. I want to hear how you feel, what it's doing to you and what you need." Boyd moaned again, this time with excitement and anticipation. I sat on the edge of a chair and had him stand in front of me. The combination of the perfume he had "borrowed" from Fiona and his pre-cum created an intriguing and not unattractive fragrance. Boyd's moan was deep and compelling, and as I took his cock into my mouth, he screamed and shook with suppressed excitement. I worked my mouth around his small but rigid cock, then took each of his balls into my mouth, rolling them around and revelling in his gasps and moans and his pleas for more. "Oh god, Sir, this is so good, please don't stop. Ooh yes, suck my dinky little cock, you are so ... Please Sir, make me cum, make me your bitch." His gasping pleas and the way he squirmed and thrust himself at me were making me hard again. I ran my hands through his hair and down his back, running my tongue around his groin, then back as far as his puckered little arse. This caused Boyd to scream again and to tense up, but I returned to concentrate on his cock. He was becoming disoriented, with tears now running down his face as he stammered words of lust, sobbing with desire, his hands clutching at my head to pull me as close as possible. I knew Boyd was not going to last much longer, and I moved my mouth right to the tip of his cock, stroking the piss slit, then sucked him back into my mouth, working my tongue around the most sensitive areas. Suddenly he screamed and threw his head back. "Oh god, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum in your mouth, Sir, please ..." this last plea a screech as he erupted into my sucking mouth. I was right—he did taste delicious and I partially swallowed, but made a last minute decision. "Boyd, come here and kiss me." He did so, and I shared some of his spend with him. "Taste good, don't you?" I asked and he smiled and nodded his head. "Boyd, it's getting a bit late, so maybe I should go and let you recover," I suggested. "Please don't go, Sir," he begged. "Please come home with me for the night." "Hmm, I don't know about that," I dissembled, knowing full well that this could take me in the direction of my plan. "Please, Jerry, please Sir, please come back and ... and ... sleep with me." It seemed that his nerve had deserted him at the end. It was just possible he might have been wanting me to fuck him, but previous experiences created a barrier. It was also possible that with the right preparation, Boyd would accept anal, which would give me an even more powerful hold over him. Fiona had heard Boyd beg me to go back to their home. She gave me a withering look, and left the studio with a terse, "I'm going home." "Okay, deal, although maybe I should pop back and get a change of clothes." He picked me up in front of the shop a little later, and we drove back to his place where Boyd prepared a light supper. Boyd kept watching the door, expecting Fiona to burst in at any moment, but he turned to me and said, "She doesn't approve, you know, but I don't care. We'll have to sleep in the guest room, but it's a big bed." Saying that, Boyd reached up and kissed me, a gentle kiss that gradually developed in intensity to a warm exploration of each others mouths. At one level, something buried deep inside me said this was just not acceptable, but my affection for this gentle and vulnerable guy and his obvious enthusiasm and need made me respond with equal enthusiasm." "Boyd, take off your clothes, then come and strip me," I demanded when we reached the bedroom. He hurried to comply, his hands caressing me as he removed my clothes, folding them carefully on a chair. "Now, Boyd, I want a quick hand job to help me sleep." Before I could say any more, his soft warm hands were stroking me and juggling my balls while he murmured his devotion and desire, mingled with little kisses across my face and chest. Almost instinctively, he knew exactly what I wanted, and my hard, throbbing cock told him everything he needed to know. "When I cum, Boyd, hold me close to your mouth so I can shoot into it." He laughed with pleasure and arranged himself so that this would happen without any mishaps. As the turmoil in my balls mounted and my breathing became short and hard, he whispered, "Yes, Sir, please cum in my mouth—any time now." He was right, and I shouted my rapture as I discharged a bountiful load into his waiting mouth. Boyd accepted it all, then without having to be told, he licked my shrinking cock, lovingly, cleaning me perfectly before I fell asleep. I was awake early next morning, with Boyd next to me deeply asleep. I couldn't resist, and stroked his face very gently, causing him to murmur in his sleep. Fiona was nowhere to be seen, so I made myself coffee and toast, and left a note saying I was heading back to the shop. I was able to catch a convenient bus and opened up the store as usual, feeling confident and particularly positive. Just as well, for business was brisk and I worked through until early afternoon when the phone rang. Boyd had rung to enquire as it was Friday, whether I would come back to their place and spend the weekend with him. "Hmm, not possible, I'm afraid, Boyd—I need to open up tomorrow morning. But if the offer's still open, I'll come round in the afternoon and spend Sunday with you." Boyd agreed, although with some disappointment. "You've agreed to me doing anything I like with you, haven't you?" I demanded. He agreed, with some tiny hesitation. "Very well, tomorrow afternoon, I intend to use your arse. To give that bottom of yours the full works. Both because I know I shall enjoy it, but also to show you that anal doesn't have to be as brutal as you think. You might want to enjoy an enema late in the morning so that I can use my tongue in your arse and we'll see what develops. And make sure you're wearing Fiona's panties again—you look so enticing in them." Boyd's voice quavered but he didn't argue. "Yes Sir," he replied weakly before I hung up. I needed to pick up one or two things for the following day, and after a busy Saturday morning, arrived at Boyd and Fiona's place around 2.00 pm. Boyd answered the door and his expression was a compound of fear tinged with pleasure and deference. "Please come in, Sir. I have to say I'm a bit anxious but I trust you completely. If it works out as I hope, it might get rid of all my fears about anal sex, but I'm still really scared." "Okay, Boyd, let's just see what happens. The whole point about really good, exciting anal is that both of us enjoy it. I'm not one of these so-called Doms who would just bend you over and slam his cock into your arse. That's not fair; you can't enjoy it if you are hurting too much, so I have to make sure it's as easy as possible for you. We will need to do some "stretching exercises", and you need to practice relaxing your sphincter muscle. Time to get started, and I directed Boyd, "Come here, Boyd, and beg me to take off your panties and stroke you." He moaned again, and trembling, walked slowly towards me. "Oh please Sir, please, take off my panties. My cock is aching for your touch, and I don't think I'll be able to control myself." "You'd better, bitch, or I shall be forced to punish you severely. I'm going to fuck your arse, then, and only then, you'll be allowed to cum. Do you understand?" He nodded uncertainly, and I reached out and pulled down the silky underwear, revealing his rigid cock, already weeping pre-cum, again combining with his perfume, the aroma now quite exciting. I stroked quickly along his cock and across his nicely shaped backside, causing him to moan in anticipation. "Excellent, Boyd, but first things first, you and I are going to shower together." He looked at me with some confusion, but we headed for their palatial bathroom and Boyd and I were soon under a warm, stimulating shower. "First of all, we'll wash each other, then I'll use just one nice soapy, slippery finger in your butt," I directed him. We soaped each other thoroughly and then I turned my attention to his slick, soapy bottom. "Okay, now let's see how we go with your arse. Hold onto the rail, spread your legs and bend over as far as is comfortable." I could see his little puckered hole and bent down to run my tongue across it. Boyd gasped and panted, "Ooh yes that feels so good," but then gasped even more as I rolled my tongue sideways and pushed it gently into his arsehole. "My god, what are you doing?" he screamed. "What does it feel like?" "It's so different. I didn't even imagine that this could be possible, it feels so good," he moaned. "Okay, now I'll try again, and just see if you can relax the muscle and let me in a bit further." This time, Boyd consciously relaxed his sphincter a little and I was able to get my tongue a bit further in. He squealed and gasped with pleasure. "Now let's go to the next step." I soaped my hand and gently inserted my index finger into his anus. I could feel the muscle tensing, and stopped. "Oh god, Sir, please be gentle—I'm so scared. Your tongue was soft and squishy, but I'm not sure about your finger." I gently inserted my finger again and stopped as he gradually relaxed his sphincter, before I pushed in to the second knuckle. I pulled out until just the tip of my finger was inside him, then slowly pushed in until my whole finger was buried in his arse. Then I gently moved my finger backwards and forwards and side to side, slowly stretching his anus. "Oh yes Sir, this is a strange feeling—strange but nice. I think I might get to like you playing with my butt like this." "Good, slut, now let's see what happens if I take it up a notch," and I slowly introduced a second finger. "I don't know if I can take any more," he whimpered. "You know the rule; just relax and let it all happen," and I bent and slapped his right cheek. The surprise of this deflected his concentration from his anus, and I was able to slide in another finger to the second knuckle." He gasped but didn't try to pull away. I slowly got the second finger completely into him and using them both, started to spread a little more widely. "It's not nearly as bad as I feared. In fact it's quite exciting even though it is a bit uncomfortable." "Okay, if your balance is okay, let go with one hand and just stroke your cock while I stretch you." "Mmm -- oh god that feels so good. Oooh yes, ... oh please Sir, I want you so much." "Patience, you hot bitch, we've still got some preparation to do," and he moaned in disappointment as I withdrew from his arse. We dried each other before moving into the bedroom. "Now, get on the bed on all fours and spread your legs." I then produced a bottle of anal lube and a tapered butt plug, and squirted lube onto his hole and onto the plug. Then I gently inserted the plug and reamed it around. "Please Sir, please give me time to adjust." I slowed and withdrew the plug then dribbled more lube on it and inserted it again. This time I increased the penetration but continued to move the dildo around, gradually stretching him even more. Removing the butt plug, I squirted some more lube on my cock and lined myself up behind him. Placing the tip of my cock against his rear hole, I pushed gently as it started to slide in. Boyd was now able to consciously relax his sphincter and I moved my cock gently into his arse, not knowing how long I could keep going at this slow, deliberate pace that was driving me towards my own delicious orgasm. I was soon able to bury the whole of my cock in his arse, up to my balls. "Oh god Sir, you're all in now, aren't you? It feels so good to have you buried in me; now please, Sir, fuck my arse and make me cum." I was now able to move steadily into and out of him, taking progressively longer strokes and gradually speeding up. "Mmm, ooh, aargh, yes, yes, more, harder, ream me out. Do me good and don't stop." Then I reached round and started to stroke his rigid, drooling cock, and this drove him to the brink of delirium. He screamed and shouted my name and my hand was covered in his pre-cum. Right at that moment, I caught sight of a movement out of the corner of my eye. In spite of my rising climax, I realised that Fiona had been watching us, and in that moment, I saw her hand by, over or in her groin. By now I was also getting close to a raging, roaring climax. "Yes, Boyd, I'm almost there. Cum with me." He screamed and then I stroked his rigid cock which caused him to clench all his muscles, trapping my cock in a firm hot grip that seemed as if it would never let go. His scream turned into an animal howl of ecstasy as his orgasm overtook him, and I felt Boyd's cock jerk and spew his seed all over my hand. That was enough to take me into orbit and I shouted my climactic rapture as I felt a train wreck blast through my cock and into his arse. I shot load after load of my seed deep into his willing rectum. As we recovered, Boyd and I fell apart, and he looked at me with puppydog eyes. "Master, I can't thank you enough. I'm your willing slave and I'll do anything you say, just anything, only please, can we do that again?" Fiona had disappeared, but I told Boyd what had happened. "I saw Fiona watching us, Boyd, and I'd be willing to bet that she was playing with herself. Maybe she's not quite as disgusted as she makes out." Boyd remained silent for a while, working through some complex personal issues. "As this is man-to-man, may I call you Jerry?" I nodded my acceptance. "Jerry, you need to understand Fiona in a bit more detail. She had a putrid childhood and started in the "modelling" business in some pretty slimy scenes. As you know, she is stunningly beautiful and carries herself very well, so she was able to drag herself away from that scene into more mainstream modelling. But her past was brought back to haunt her, and eventually she got into drugs and almost killed herself." "I had met Fiona through one or two photo shoots, and we became friends, largely, I think, because I was one of the rare guys who didn't try to hit on her. She had no other real support and I helped her to beat the drug habit. This was about three years ago, and we've been close ever since. She was happy to get out of the modelling game and she's a real asset to me professionally. Her personal life is still something of a mess, and in many respects, that's my fault." Boyd looked at me with a half smile, and I thought I knew what was coming. "For reasons that will be obvious to you, I've never really been able to satisfy her. We've had quite an open marriage and I know she's had affairs, but the guys were either too violent or like me, couldn't satisfy her. Fiona has a nice little collection of toys, but she will sometimes break down and tell me that she needs, to put it in her terms, 'at least six inches of hot meat'. She's really quite enthusiastic about sex, but it's got to be right for her." "I see." I kept my voice as calm as possible, but underneath I was just about ready to explode. Here was my chance to get with the gorgeous Fiona, but I had to let Boyd make the running. "Jerry, over the last few days, since you and I have been together, Fiona has changed. She's jealous of me, and is scared that you will take me away from her. I've tried to tell her it isn't going to happen, but she won't believe me. I can't lose her, but I need your help, Sir." He became submissive again and his voice trembled as he continued. "Please Sir, would you be able to take Fiona, to satisfy her needs?" All the clichés leapt into my mind. 'Is the Pope Catholic?' 'Can a duck swim?' But I still had to be careful. "Hmm, that's an intriguing possibility, but how will Fiona feel about the idea? I'm not exactly flavour of the month with her?" "Okay, Jerry, how much time have you actually spent with Fiona, getting to know her?" "Not much; she tends to keep away from me." "Hmm, well, I've go an idea. Why don't we jointly take her out to dinner at a top hotel. A few glasses of champagne make Fiona giggly—and quite tactile as well. We could then talk and explore how she might feel about the idea of you and her." Boyd started to tremble and he blushed a deep red. "I have a confession to make, Sir—the idea of seeing Fiona taken really hard by another man really turns me on. I have this fetish about seeing her writhe and hearing her scream in ecstasy; I think I could cum just from being there and seeing that." "Boyd, do you know how hard this conversation is getting me? Get down on your hands and knees and give me one of your special blowjobs." Boyd moaned deep in his throat and he threw himself into position at lightning speed. Within seconds, I felt his almost prehensile tongue working its way along my solid shaft and caressing my super-sensitive head while his soft, warm hand juggled my balls into a straining frenzy. I moaned and shuddered as he worked his magic on my desperate cock, as it swelled in his mouth. Boyd broke the contact briefly; "Cum for me, please, Sir; cum for your devoted slave." He resumed his sweet licking and sucking and I knew I had only a short time left. My balls drew up and the electric tingle flashing through them and up my shaft were the precursors to a blissful explosion. "I'm cumming, bitch, I'm cumming. Take it all in your mouth ... right ... NOW!" With that, he accepted everything I had to offer, swallowing rapidly without missing a drop. He held my softening cock in his mouth, then licked me clean and smiled. "Thank you, Sir, that was truly delicious. Any time, just any time you need release, just call and I'll be with you." He kissed me, then turned away as we settled to sleep. Boyd and Fiona I woke before Boyd the following morning; he had slept naked and was stretched out on his back, with evidence of a nice little morning woody. The temptation was too great and I leaned over and took his hard cock into my mouth, licking and sucking as I did so. I took his balls into my mouth, rolling them around, then returned to his cock, licking and slurping the whole length. Boyd had to wake with all that attention, and he leaned up on his elbows, still half asleep but with an expression of total bliss and something like worship on his face. "Oh god, Sir, this is so ... so beautiful, so ... I've never had an experience even remotely like this. Please don't stop, Sir, please, I beg you, let me cum in your mouth." I tightened the seal around his cock, and using just the tip of my tongue, worked over it while he shivered and moaned in ecstasy. I also knew that he wouldn't last and kept him on edge as long as I could while he shook and squealed. I knew when he was about to blow; his cock swelled and he shook as if he was having a seizure. Then he screamed as he exploded in my mouth, and I swallowed his salty/sweet spend. Boyd eventually relaxed and looked at me as if he could hardly believe what had happened. "That's a reward for being a good little boy yesterday; taking anal so well, for your great idea about Fiona and for a magic blowjob last night." "Oh Sir, that's just what I want to be; to be your good little boy that you can take whenever you need to—and punish me if I misbehave. I know I haven't liked physical pain, but the idea of you spanking me is starting to turn me on. Please Sir, say you'll at least think about it." I smiled and stroked his cheek, and he blushed with pleasure. Boyd and I were sitting in the lounge when Fiona appeared, dressed only in jeans and a tee, her feet bare. She looked at us resentfully, tinged with just a little jealousy. Boyd spoke first. "Fiona, Jerry and I know that you're a bit uncomfortable about our relationship, and we both want you to understand that this will do nothing to damage our ties to each other. As a sort of peace offering, Jerry and I would like to take you out to dinner this evening at the Excelsior. Would you be in that?" Fiona thought for a minute, then agreed albeit rather coolly, but it was a start. That evening, Boyd and I were dressed in tuxes (I hate them) but when Fiona appeared, our jaws both hit the floor simultaneously. She was dressed in a silky green dress which matched her eyes and set off her red gold hair perfectly. Cut an inch or two above the knee, and with a deep cleavage that provided a perfect background for her gorgeous tits, encased in a cunningly designed bra that provided the necessary support but displayed its contents to very best effect. She wore four inch patent pumps; her hair and makeup were obviously professionally done and her perfume added the finishing touch to a stunning presentation. In short, she was a living, breathing invitation to any form of erotic speculation. She acknowledged Boyd and I, again with some reservation, but the limo we had ordered took us to the Excelsior with little delay. Heads, both male and female, turned as we walked through the restaurant and settled for what turned out to be an excellent meal. Boyd ordered the best champagne and made sure Fiona's glass stayed full. She soon relaxed and started to giggle at the slightest provocation, her hand resting first on Boyd's arm, then on mine. "Fiona," Boyd started eventually, "Just what is your problem with Jerry? He and I are good friends, and I know he's not going to try and take me away from you; in any case, I wouldn't go." I said nothing, but watched Fiona closely. The champagne had loosened her tongue, and also her inhibitions. "Boyd, darling, I love you so much, but I'm also jealous of what you're getting from Jerry. I have needs, too, deep-seated and powerful, and I've seen his amazing cock, and I don't know why I can't get some of it. I'm starting to think that I don't have anything to offer a guy like Jerry." I spluttered and coughed and Fiona looked concerned. "Fiona, if only you knew. God, you are so hot, I'd be worried that my cock would melt if it got anywhere near you. I've just been worried that, because you are Boyd's husband, you'd be off limits. But he told me about his fetish about seeing you with another guy, and seeing you writhe and scream as he takes you." Fiona gasped and looked at Boyd with a half smile on her face. "Is this true, honey?' and he nodded. Fiona turned to me and asked, her voice now smoky and sultry, "And do you think you are man enough to do it?" "I guess so," was all the answer I needed. Her smile deepened. "Well, you'd better know I'm not easy and you'll have to work hard for it. Tell you what, if you can make me cum you'll have a second sex slave to do your every bidding." "And if I can't?" "Then you'll leave Boyd and me and never come near us again," Boyd gasped and looked quite distraught, but I was pretty sure that, with all Boyd had told me about Fiona, I wouldn't fail. In any case, I'd have a lot of fun trying. Okay, Fiona, deal," and we shook hands. With that challenge in mind, I had to fight hard to keep my cock from bursting through my pants, but I just managed. Boyd could see what was happening and whispered to me, "Would you like me to help you relieve the pressure?" I gave him an old fashioned look and Fiona raised an eyebrow but said nothing. We ended a thoroughly enjoyable evening, and returned to Boyd and Fiona's place where Fiona begged Boyd to sleep with her that night. I agreed without reluctance; I could soon hear sounds of sexual activity from their room, and I laughed to myself. Tomorrow would be a quite different day. The following day was a public holiday Monday; Boyd and I were up reasonably early. I mentioned the bet from last night and he laughed. "That hot little minx won't be able to resist for too long, although she'll pretend to hate it and to hate you. Once you get her started, she won't be able to stop, then you can do anything you like with—or to her. Just in case you need help, she has very sensitive nipples and gets off on having them pinched and pulled and twisted." Fiona slept in, eventually showering then joining us in a light gown for breakfast. We exchanged small talk, then I looked across at Boyd who raised an eyebrow in agreement for the fun to start. Fiona made to return to her bedroom when I stopped her. "Come here, Fiona, time to make good on your challenge." She looked at me and gave a humourless laugh. "In your dreams, Jerry, that was just the champagne talking." "Oh, I don't think so, Fiona, like I said, get over here or I will come and get you." She turned towards the door, and I jumped across the room and grabbed her around the waist. She screamed and struggled to get away, but I dragged her to a straight-backed chair and pulled her down across my lap. She knew immediately what was going to happen and screamed for Boyd to make me stop. But he just laughed and lined up his video camera. Fiona's curvy bottom was perfectly placed for a good spanking, and I gave her a few strikes through her gown and nightdress with my open hand. That made a bit of a noise, but was hardly painful. "Is that the best you can do, you bastard?" she shrieked. With that, I pulled up her gown and nightdress, exposing her perfectly formed bottom, quivering across my knees. This time I doubled the power of my strikes and used an open hand. The effect was immediate, and Fiona screamed with the sting of her spanking. Her abuse increased as well; "You animal, you pig, you bastard ... " and so on. But then her screaming took on a different quality, and I could feel her moving against my knees, trying to grind her pussy against me. I pushed her onto the floor, where she lay sprawled with her legs open, showing clear signs of arousal. "Like that, did you, bitch?" "No, I hated it. Let me go, I don't want to do this any more." I don't care what you want, Fiona, this is my call, and you will do what I tell you." "No, you can't make me, you lowlife crap." I wasn't in the mood for any more of her bad mouthing, and shouted, "Bedroom, Now." She kept up the abuse, so I grabbed both arms, twisting them behind her and frogmarched her into the master bedroom, throwing her face down on the bed. I got in several more satisfying spanks before she struggled to turn and face me. Her eyes blazed, seemingly with hatred and anger, but just a touch of fear, fear, I thought, not of being harmed but of losing the bet. "Leave me alone, you beast, or I'll ..." She didn't have an opportunity to go any further before I grabbed her wrists, and as Boyd handed me handcuffs, I fastened her to the bed-head. Now she turned her sights onto her husband, "Fuck you, Boyd, you traitor. You just want to keep his cock for yourself." An interesting comment, but Boyd just laughed. Fiona thrashed her legs around and spit and swore at me as she did so, but I was able to stretch her legs wide open and fasten them to the end of the bed. "Quite the little hellcat, isn't she?" I commented to Boyd, who laughed again. "Tame her and she'll give you the ride of your life, Sir." "No, go away, leave me alone," she whined, but I was taking no notice. I had the gorgeous Fiona just where I wanted her, and I was going to make the most of it, ironically, with the help of her husband. I started by kissing her, avoiding her snarling mouth but running my tongue into the delicate shell of her ear, nibbling the lobe and kissing and licking behind her ear and down her neck. Fiona whimpered and wriggled, trying to deny the pleasure that she was clearly experiencing. I drifted my hands down the side of her chest, then up again, cupping her generous breasts in my hands. Taking one tit in each hand, I squeezed them upwards and outwards so that the crinkled areolas and engorged nipples stood out hard and sensitive. Fiona gasped and sobbed quietly as I massaged these delightful cones, then bent my head and licked across first one then the other. My treatment had made her nipples extra sensitive and she shook and screamed. "Oh god, please stop, please leave me alone, you don't know what this is doing to me; I don't want to ..." "Oh I think I do know, Fiona, and I think you do want to." I responded, and took each nipple between a finger and thumb and twisted them to again make her scream, then pulled them out to their full extent, creating cones of pale tit flesh. I looked across at Boyd who had a broad grin on his face. "Yes, master, take her however, whenever, wherever you want. I'm okay with that—as long as I get some too." "Okay, slut, we're not finished yet," and I turned back to Fiona and started to kiss down her chest, running my tongue into her belly-button and then down towards her sex. The perfume of her arousal was a potent aphrodisiac, as if I needed one. I stopped and looked closely at her pussy, the outer lips open and the inner lips soft, turning a dusky pink and ready to welcome an intruder. I started by running my tongue across her inner lips, tasting her juices. Fiona mewled and whimpered in her excitement, now having lost control of her anger and rejection. I rolled my tongue and plunged it into her as deep as it would go. Then I dragged my tongue up, out and along her opening to discover the hard nub of her clit at the top. This treatment was causing Fiona to become crazy. She screamed and thrashed, her juices flowing freely, coating my face in a delicious distillation of her essence, something I knew I could never tire of. I moved my head away and she groaned in frustration. That groan changed quickly to a cry of delight as I pushed two fingers into her sopping cunt, turning my hand and moving upwards until I located her "G" spot. The result was dramatic and immediate. Fiona howled her delight, struggling against her bonds; as an added bonus, I was able to flick her engorged clit with my thumb. By this time, Fiona had forgotten all her antagonism and was begging me to fuck her. "Oh god, Jerry, I had no idea how good this could be. Please, do me hard. I want you to fuck me and show me what it's like to be taken by a dominant man. Please make me your fuck toy." I needed no further pleas. I undressed quickly, displaying my rigid, throbbing member, then turning to Boyd, asked him for a pillow to slip under her hips. "How do you feel about this, Boyd?" I needed to be sure there weren't too many complications. "Jerry, you've no idea how hot I think this is. I want to see Fiona being taken, to hear her scream with ecstasy and to watch her orgasm. She is such a beautiful woman and to see her really let go in a climax would be superb." Fiona moaned and gasped as I returned and again ran my tongue from her puckered arsehole along her slit and up to her clit. Then I moved up the bed between her spread legs, taking my weight on my arms, and positioned my dripping cock against her pussy. "Ready for this, slut?" I enquired. Fiona moaned and looked at me through hazy eyes. "Please, Jerry, please don't tease me. I want it so badly. I need you to fill me up with your big, hot cock and cum hard in my poor neglected pussy." Unwilling (or unable) to resist such an appeal from this beautiful woman, spreadeagled under me and sobbing in her compelling need, I impaled her hot, wet pussy with my engorged cock in one long, fierce stroke. Fiona screamed, mainly from her frenzied passion, but also with a touch of sensual pain from my forceful penetration. Her cunt hung on to me as if my cock was a long lost lover inviting me in, then clinging as I moved back. At this time, I glanced over at Boyd and said, "Release her." Fiona's reaction was immediate. Her legs thrashed round me, pulling me into her even deeper, and she flung her arms round my head, pulling me down into a hot wet kiss, her tongue trying to rape my mouth, then she raked my back with her nails as her ecstasy grew. My long steady penetrations were met with moans turning to gasps. Then I changed to short, hard, fast thrusts, and this led to the reaction I expected. Her sweet, hot pussy gripped at me even harder and she screamed, writhing and thrashing on the bed as her climax gained in power. I knew neither of us would last much longer; the electric tingle signalling my own impending explosion was making itself felt in my lower abdomen and balls, and as I neared the peak, Fiona 's orgasm burst upon her. She gave one last harsh scream and her body went rigid as her fiery cunt contracted around my now expanding cock so that I shouted my own triumph as I flooded her with my spend. I rolled away from Fiona, not wanting to crush her, my shrinking cock leaving her with a clear "pop". Then I looked over at Boyd. He was staring at his wife as if hypnotised, and Fiona must have noticed this at the same time. I was astonished when Fiona looked at me with a panic-stricken expression, then left the bed, grabbing her gown, and rushed from the room. Boyd looked troubled, and without further words, followed his wife into the lounge. I heard raised voices but couldn't make out any words, and when the voices stopped, I followed them into the lounge. Fiona had tears streaming down her face and Boyd's face was contorted with a mixture of grief and apprehension. "Jerry ..." Fiona started, "Jerry ... oh god, I don't think I can go on." Boyd took over. "Jerry, Fiona told me that she can't deal with the outcome of her own challenge and can't face the prospect of being your sex slave." "Is that true, Fiona?" I asked, but all she could do was to nod her head in reply. "Why is that?" I continued, but her expression was wooden. "I just can't Jerry, and I think it would be best if you were to leave and not come back." To say I was gobsmacked would be a total understatement. "But why won't you give me an explanation?" Fiona lost it. "I don't owe you an explanation; I don't owe you anything, now get out or I will call the cops and have you thrown out." "Whoa, I get the message; I'm gone." Turning to Boyd, I said, "I'm sorry it had to end this way, Boyd—I think we had something good going here. Still, I'm not going to stay where I'm not wanted." I packed my bag and headed for the door. Boyd stopped me, touching my hand with a gesture of sympathy. "I'm sorry, Jerry, but thank you for taking this so well. I don't know what's got into Fiona; maybe she needs some professional help." "Maybe, Boyd; in any case, good luck, but please, don't be too hard on Fiona; she has enough troubles. See you around." I returned to the shop and a routine of pizzas, takeaways and work. Plenty of that, which was a blessing; it enabled me to keep my mind off what had happened. The following Saturday, I trolled my favourite bars, half-heartedly looking for female company, but I knew instinctively that that wasn't going to work; I couldn't forget Fiona that easily. The following week was devoted to work again, and I made some headway with one or two trickier problems that I'd been putting off. I was closing up on the Saturday around midday when the doorbell rang. Sighing again about late customers, I went to the front, where, to my amazement, Boyd and Fiona stood watching for me. They had both changed. Boyd was looking gaunt and worn; Fiona looked drained and seemed to have lost some weight. Her hair was pulled up in a straggly ponytail, her makeup, such as it was, looked haphazard, and her expression was one of anxiety compounded by fear. Neither of them spoke for a while, until Boyd asked, in a broken voice, "Jerry, do you think we might talk to you—please." I hesitated, deliberately, then said, "Okay, go through to the back room, but this had better not take too long; I've got a date later this afternoon," a bare-faced lie, but they weren't to know. They perched on the edge of chairs looking most uncomfortable. "Jerry, I don't know what to say ..." Boyd started, but I had some resentment to deal with. "Why are you here, then", I asked in a hard voice. At this, Fiona burst into tears and I hit back, "I don't think the waterworks are going to get us very far, Fiona." And she looked at me seemingly without hope. "Jerry, when you left, you asked me not to be too hard on Fiona. Could I ask you the same thing now, please?" Boyd defended his wife, and I was touched. "Touché," I replied, and looking at Fiona, I apologised for being unpleasant. "Perhaps we can start again; Fiona, can you tell me why you're both here?" "Jerry, I'm so very sorry for what I said; I fouled up big time when I told you to leave. The truth is I was scared out of my wits—I couldn't face what I feared was going to happen." "Which was?" "That if I gave myself to you, you would brutalise me and hurt me really badly." "Fiona, what on earth makes you think that?" Boyd stepped in. "Jerry, Fiona probably hasn't told you about Dimasi and Westhope. These were guys she hooked up with just before we got together, although I knew her pretty well at that stage, and I saw what they did to her. Fiona needed to find an outlet for her submissive nature, but they were just off the planet. Dimasi put her in hospital, and Westhope came close. Fiona made a vow that she would never again allow herself to be treated like that." "I see," I responded, "and when I won the bet, Fiona was catapulted back to that time. Fiona, couldn't you have trusted me?" "Why? I hardly knew you, except that you were Boyd's lover, and you had taken him anally when I knew he had a horror of that idea." "Hmm. Okay, fast forward two weeks. What's changed?" Boyd again. "Jerry, I want to apologise too. Fiona and I have talked this over and over, got very little sleep and eaten hardly anything. But when it's all boiled down, we both regret what was said, and we both want you back in our lives. Fiona said that she was scared of you, and that was the main focus, but she came to understand that totally unlike Dimasi or Westhope, you were prepared to accept her relationship with me. They wanted me out of Fiona's life, and the assaults happened when she refused to do so. You're different."