0 comments/ 13907 views/ 2 favorites Ex-Boyfriend Therapy By: arkadys_lyric I wasn't sure what I'd expected when Reza had summoned me from my busy office on Bank Street to come to Cherry Wood Hotel in Chelsea. By message he'd sworn it was important. Not another mad attempt to start us up again, fueled by sleepless nights with his entirely useless boyfriend Daniel (who worked in new media and asked to be called a guru, imagine), and a thick boner in his pants. The hotel was distressingly discrete and I felt an inconvenient pang of lust. The illicit affair, one that takes managers like me away from their staff a day before the fiscal year end-there was no time for it. I oughtn't have come all the way here. The corridor was richly carpeted. The walls were panelled in reassuringly thick cherry wood. The doors were carefully labeled. Number four was at the end of the corridor. I knocked first. I would give Reza a chance to put his pants on. Come to his senses. We stirred something deep, something profound in one another. That I could admit. I would never be rid of him, not even if I could bear it. But we were too alike. Our battle for dominance-our mutual desire to top-chased us both into the arms of lesser men and women, and in saner moments we both admitted there was nothing for it. I used the key the desk attendant had given me and stepped into a large, dimly lit room. Reza was there. His shirt was unbuttoned, as were his raw denim jeans. Of course he'd come from work too. It was his law firm, he could wear what he liked. His wavy, shoulder length dark hair never changed, but his crooked smile held a mischievous quality that made me want to shut the door and run the other way. "Ford. Glad you could make it." Reza stepped deeper into the room and I followed as my eyes adjusted. That's when I saw her. On her knees by the window. Her arms were bound behind her and her legs were spread lewdly. There was a spreader bar between them. Clamps with delicate silver weights swung from her nipples. Most invitingly, her head had been affixed with a ring gag that made her drool and left her pink tongue visible and also vulnerable. Her body was soft and pale with red freckles that matched her wild red curls. The majority of her softness was concentrated in her thick hips and breasts, but I could make out the swell of an ample ass. She was exactly my taste in women; all the ones Reza had dated had shared his runner's body, but unfortunately not his taste in sexual accessories. There was a thick leather collar around her neck, and a dozen black and white silicone objects of various sizes spread out along a towel on the coffee table that had been pushed against the back wall. If her body was that of a grown woman only a few years younger than Reza, her face was girlish. She was not made up and neither was she wrinkled. Rather, her eyes were wide and wild, with fear, or perhaps excitement. With that delightful gag on, it was not possible tell. "What's this then?" I asked. I couldn't avoid showing both Reza and the girl I was half hard, but I was also distinctly annoyed. Where had Reza found this random woman and how had she possibly consented to this? "This," said Reza, eyeing my trousers with undisguised arousal, "is the answer to our problems." "I fail to see how." Reza smiled. "We share the control. You talked about trying this once, remember? That night Vanessa turned you down for this. We were going to try it." Of course. Vanessa. Gorgeous, fat bottomed Vanessa, with her too tight sweaters and her prudish sneer. She had looked like an unfreckled, brunette version of the girl bound by the window. Creamy skin, thick thighs. Not Reza's type, apart from the haughty attitude. Reza loved an ice queen. The better to make her crawl on all fours and beg for cock. Vanessa never went for it. Back then it was Reza's suggestion and I doubted Vanessa was into the kind of roughness that Reza wanted. I wasn't. Most women weren't, at least not casually. Too dangerous. Which brought me to young woman watching us with not a small amount of fear in her eyes. "And who's this, Reza?" "Whoever you want her to be." I narrowed my eyes. "Reza. Her name." "Seren Lewis. Isn't she lovely, Ford?" She was. The lewd tenting in my pants was proof of that. "And how did she come to be gagged and waiting for me with you?" Reza grinned. "She's mad for it, Ford. Believe me. Don't make this boring." "You're the one being boring," I said coldly. This was us in the mood, always. Bickering and battling. Always negotiation. So much compromise. Never wild, passionate fucking. Someone was always playing a role they didn't want. It had been that way for both of us together, and ever since we'd began seeing other people. I wanted to make sure she wasn't playing a role she didn't want. Reza was careful, certainly, but he lusted for the illusion of nonconsent, which always played better in strange bedrooms with blokes than with a young woman, incapable (at this point anyway) of saying no. Reza sighed. "I've been trying to find a third for us since we split, Ford. Actually, before that. Since Vanessa. I saw how bad you wanted her. What she did to you. God, I wasn't even jealous, you know? For the first time in my life, I wasn't even slightly jealous. I wanted to make her work for you.. Well, I've been searching but it's not easy I'll have you know." Seren was watching us. Her cheeks were flushed. The gag made her drool. I had used a smaller one on Reza once and he'd despised it. He enjoyed humiliating, not being humiliated. He was always keen to use it on me, but I refused. Sucking cock was powerful, gratifying, but the gag robbed it of that. I'd suck Reza dry but I wouldn't wear a gag to do it. And yet still she looked lovely in it. Humiliated, certainly, and supplicating. But also horny. "So I've scoured every forum around London. Mostly whores and fetishists, you know," Reza continued. He stripped off his button down white shirt. His dark, chiseled pecks caught the shadows perfectly even in the dim hotel room. I wanted to grab him and crush him against the wall, and explore his perfect mouth. He always tasted of green tea and lillies. "I gave up months ago, to be honest, but then this nymph found an old post of mine on a forum requesting thirds. She said she was experienced with kink. She'd been recruited by several couples to be a top or a bottom, depending on the situation. Said it was her fantasy to be between two bi male tops, well." Reza wondered the same thing I did. Lots of straight women fantasized about gangbangs, sometimes even violent ones. Nothing wrong with fantasy right up until it stops being fun or was never what you wanted in the first place. "She said it wasn't like that," said Reza. "That she considered herself a therapist fucktoy. Sounds like your kind of slut, Ford." God, he was right. And his type, honestly. If I loved thick, heavenly women with plump tits and hips designed to to be squeezed and slapped. Reza loved sluts even more than he loved ice queens. I wanted to pull her hair and jam my cock down her throat to get it wet for Reza. I was so hard I could barely see straight. She looked like she needed to be owned. Still, it was usually more complicated where women were concerned. Reza's hand drifted down to my slacks where he caressed the outline of my hard cock. "You're wondering whether I'm smart enough to have left a legal trail to ensure she consented to this arrangement. I don't even let the landscaper trim the back hedge without a contract, Ford, you know that. Bastard," Reza whispered in my ear. He stood behind me, still teasing me lightly, and pointed towards a stack of papers sitting near the TV cabinet. I leafed through them briefly. Her signature of consent. No monies to be exchanged. Potential to become an ongoing relationship. Our full names and contact information. Her safeword (blackberry), and one for when she was gagged (she had a bell on her middle finger she would shake to stop the scene). Condom use required for penetration except oral. A page on hard limits I couldn't concentrate on because Reza's strokes were becoming firm and impatient. I tilted my head to kiss him. In addition to the sweetness of the green tea and the floral in his cologne, his mouth was spicy and warm like chai. "Hard limits?" I groaned. Reza knew I meant hers. I already knew his. "Standard stuff. Scat, piss, fisting, drawing blood. She's less excited about pain that being controlled." My hand was down Reza's pants. His shaft was longer than mine but not quite as thick. It was hot to the touch and somehow stiffened even more in my hand. I unzipped him with my left hand, stroking him gently. "You know what I need." Reza moaned into my mouth as his jeans slid down his legs. "You always were too gentle, Eff." Reza always called me Eff whenever his cock was out. I never knew why. I stroked him as my left hand slipped between his legs to cup his balls. "All right Rez, what do think we should do with her?" Reza grunted. "Put that gag to use." I agreed. Reza turned to me. "You won't let me fuck your ass Eff, will you?" I shook my head. He knew I wouldn't. I knew he wouldn't let me. That's why Seren was here. "Fine then, lube her up and fuck her ass then," said Reza. Seren's eyes went wide. "Make her crawl around and beg to be spanked and fucked." I wanted that too. I also wanted to suck Reza's cock and feel his hot little mouth on mine, but first I was going to need to assuage my anxiety. I looked at Seren, who was obviously aroused by us. We were both strong, fit guys with big dicks. We wanted each other and we wanted her. Naturally she was a puddle but you can't be too careful about stuff like this. "Seren, we're going to fuck each other and use you while we're doing it. Nod if you understand." She nodded, blushing a deep coral pink. "We're going to treat you like the fucktoy you are. If you're especially good, I might try to get you off," I told her patiently. "But this isn't about you. It's about being a really obedient slut. I order you to use your safeword or the bell if you want us to stop and I promise we will. Do you agree that you want this?" She nodded again, her face red from shyness as she drooled. "Good girl," I said softly. I turned towards Reza, lost in the thrill of a chance to be dominant with two people who really turned me on. "Tell me what you want to happen next, Rez." Reza licked his lips and reached for the towel on the bed, selecting a long, thin chain and handing it me. "Put that on her collar so you can be as rough as is necessary." The chain was heavier than it looked. I unzipped my pants as I approached Seren. With no underwear, my cock sprung loose from the confines of my pants immediately. Seren's eyes were wide but my irresistible desire was tempered by an even greater pleasure at making her wait, forcing her to predict me. And honestly, it was Reza I was performing for. I reached under Seren's chin for the D-clip to her collar and attached the leash. I gave it a gentle tug and Seren and Reza both moaned. "Like this?" I asked Reza. He nodded. He walked around behind her and unclipped the leather restraints at her ankles from the spreader bar. "Lead her around the room. Make sure she doesn't stand. Sluts don't stand in front of me, they crawl with their mouths open." My dick throbbed hearing Reza talk like that. His dominant side was so relatable, so...me. His hardness, his ferocity was my fetish. In my fantasies I was as callous as he was, but there was no room for me in our actual sex life. There was no room for him in mine. I led Seren to the hotel door and back, my eyes flitting between Reza's stiff cock and Seren's thick hips wiggling with each movement. She was so feminine she was obscene. The ring gag and the leash were a stroke of genius. I led her back to Reza and then turned her around to show her ass off to Reza and humiliate her in the process. "Eff, get her up on the bed. That slut needs her tight little asshole reamed and I'm just the one to train her to take it." I helped her climb onto the bed, delivering her ass a hard spank as she got up onto it. She stayed on all fours. I reclined on the overstuffed pillows and tugged the leash towards me. She crawled between my legs. I was still mostly clothed. "Rez, while you're spreading her open, I'm going to put that mouth to use. She's got a ring gag so even if it hurts, she won't bite me." "You may as well use her, Eff. That's what she's for." Reza was coating the black silicone buttplug from the towel in lube. I reached out to stroke her face. Her skin was so porcelain, so soft. Her green eyes were wild, full of need. Don't worry, darling, I thought. We all need to be used for something. I got a grip on her leash and shortened it just as I pushed her head down on my cock. The ring in her mouth made it artificially tight, but it was hot and soaking wet, and the fact she couldn't control the speed or the depth of the way I fucked her mouth more than made up for not getting to enjoy the sucking sensation. I'd just make Rez blow me before we blew our loads. Maybe we could keep her here longer and go again. She moaned as I fucked her helpless mouth and I pictured tying her so tight she could barely move while I fucked Rez's mouth and sprayed my load all over her face. Every woman I'd ever tried that with hated it, but I imagined this one would love it. Her ass wiggled and it occurred to me that maybe her skin was so creamy because she practically bathed in the stuff. "Clip her wrists back together, Eff." "She can't hold her head up." Rez grinned. "What does she need her head up for anyway?" I clipped the chain that bound her wrists behind her back and she fell forward so that her mouth was utterly impaled on my cock. I groaned loudly but lifted her head off me a little so she could breath. "Perfect," said Rez, climbing between her legs, spreader bar in one hand and the buttplug in the other. "Now open those legs wide, slut. Wider." He spanked her pussy lightly. "Wider. There's a girl." He clipped her ankle restraints back on the bar. "God, look at you. You're so wet I shouldn't have bothered to lube this, I could've just used your pussy juice. Look at those arms bound all nicely. Are you showing my friend Eff a good time, slut? Are you really using that tongue like the little toy you are?" Rez winked at me and Seren started to moan. Her eyes went wide from the pressure of the plug and I tightened my grip on her leash, gagging her with my cock to distract her. Her tongue was on fire, the heat soft and inviting. She howled around me as Rez drove the plug into her ass and still she didn't ring her bell, so I held her down on my cock, cutting off her air until I felt her sag with relief. It was in. I held her up to take a breath. "You took it all, Seren.Good girl," I told her. Her eyes were wet but she beamed when I said it. Rez was annoyed with my tenderness, and slapped the plug. "Don't congratulate her yet, Eff. All she did was take a plug, and not even a large one. She'll have to really prove herself later with my cock in her ass and yours in that filthy pussy of hers." My cock twitched in Seren's mouth at the thought and she moaned. I stroked her hair, eager to see the thick black plug stretching her asshole, and already impatient to bury my thick cock in her until she begged to come. Rez climbed up on the bed beside Seren and pushed her off me. Arms and legs bound, all she could do was roll over helplessly onto her side and watch us with her wide, wet doe eyes. "Watch how it's done, slut, and perhaps we'll let you practice on both of us," Rez whispered, but his hot coal eyes were locked on mine. He took my soaking cock in his hand and traced his tongue from the base of the shaft to the tip. He took the tip into his mouth, teasing me with licks and gentle tooth grazes. I gasped. He was trying to impress me. It was working. He plunged his mouth onto me, taking all of me on the second thrust. He thrust his head hard, fucking me with his mouth, running his tongue up and down me in dizzying spirals of ecstasy while Seren moaned wordless, helpless arousal as she was forced to watch but not participate. After all these years, Rez knew my cock well. He worked me like an expert. I'd forgotten what he was capable of and soon he'd pushed me to the brink. I grabbed the back of his hair roughly and pulled him so he was up on his knees, his own long cock stiff, curved towards my mouth. My head was against the headboard. I cupped his heavy balls in my hand, rolling them in my right as I pumped his cock with my left, kissing the tip, teasing him in return. What Reza really wanted was a bratty bottom-something I could never give him. Even Seren was more my type of bottom-someone in control of their own sexuality who submits because they need to. Reza wanted worship and rebellion. A frustrating slut who acted out constantly seeking punishment. That was something I would only do while sucking his cock. "Fuck, Eff." Rez was frustrated, eager to demonstrate dominance, especially with an audience. He seized my head and began fucking my face. I let him, accepting his long cock at the back on my throat, but I was just that-utterly passive. A hole. He needed more. He stopped thrusting and slapped my cheek. Not hard, but Seren still gasped. I wondered if she was afraid Rez would do the same to her. He wouldn't. The rules were different with women, which was why Rez usually preferred men. Rez left his bottoms bruised. Women made him hesitate. "Do it properly." Rez liked a lot of action. He gave head the way he wanted to receive it. A lot of tongue, a lot of thrust. But I could play bratty for him for the moment. I glanced up at him, doing my best to look innocent. No doubt it failed utterly. "Beg me," I said, in bold defiance of Rez's personal script. I was supposed to be doing the begging. "You know you need it," Rez moaned. "You need it more," I said. "Maybe you should be the one on the leash." Frustrated and slightly humiliated, Rez's cock stiffened against my cheek. He tapped my cheek with it and I took him down my throat. His precum tasted warm and salty-toffee, like his coloring. He thrust into my throat but more gently this time and I stroked the base of his cock while working the rest with my tongue. Light spirals and heavy, heated strokes, while I glanced up at him and down at Seren in turn. She was as rapt as she was helpless. I felt Rez's balls begin the clench just as he pulled away from me, gasping for breath, so close to the edge. He kissed me deeply again, his tongue replacing his glorious cock and I melted into his arms, lost in his musk, the heat of his mouth on mine. Rez climbed off me and over Seren's prone form to thrust his cock through the ring in her gag. She moaned and tried to fight the angle of his penetration but she couldn't. Rez had pinned her to the bed. I glanced over to the pile of toys on the towel and saw a larger gag. I sprung to my feet and retrieved it. Rez saw what I was doing and climbed off of her, allowing me to reach behind her head and replace the first one. "Are you all right?" I asked, holding the gag out to her. She nodded slowly, somewhat dazed. Rez had probably told her not to talk, which is a pity. I love talking to my bottoms. Rez prefers them gagged by any means necessary, the more dehumanizing the better. "Good," I said. She didn't need reminding of how to use her safeword, not if she'd done this before. It took her several tries to open her mouth wide enough to accommodate the metal ring on the second gag. I fastened the closures on the back of her head and grabbed her leash, helping her down off the bed and back onto her knees, getting a delicious view of her buttplug along the way. Rez followed us. I stroked her hair again, this time to make Rez jealous. More dominance. Ex-Boyfriend Therapy "You're going to pleasure us both at once," I told her. "This is a contest. If you make one of us come, we have to make you come. If you make us both come, we'll both work on you. Make neither of us come and I'll fuck your throat while Rez fucks your ass and then we'll untie you and be done for today. Do you understand?" She nodded. Rez moaned and pushed his cock past the ring and I pressed my cock against his still wet one and squeezed past the ring. There was no danger of Seren's teeth. She was helpless and totally overwhelmed by the intensity of us both. I held her leash firmly and stayed mostly still inside her mouth while Rez began to thrust in and out. The feeling his cock gliding over mine was indescribable. Every muscle in my body tensed as I felt his rock hard cock, slippery from Seren's helpless mouth, slide over mine, pulsing frantically in and out of her mouth. I wished for about the millionth time, that he would let me fuck him. I opened my eyes from the perfect fantasy of burying myself balls deep in Rez's tight little ass. Seren's eyes teared up again. She was struggling to breath with her mouth so full. I withdrew slightly, and pressed my thumb against her nose, turning it up. She took in three long, deep breaths but I kept my finger there as Rez and I fucked her face. It helped her breath with her mouth full and had the added benefit of gently humiliating her. She had lost all control of herself apart from a single, final choice she could make that would end it all. She must have needed this. The attention. The humiliation. the submission. Or else she would have rang that bell long ago. I held her leash with one hand and with the other, turned Rez's chin towards me and kissed him deeply. He returned the kiss. Warm, deep. His thrusts over mine quickened and became shallow. I could feel him trembling. He was close. He was going to lose. Rez seemed to sense that my desire to turn him on was competitive. He grabbed Seren's head and pushed her down on our shafts as he probed my mouth with his tongue. She gagged loudly and strained against the leash but Rez wouldn't let her move. I broke off the kiss to see the strained wince on her face. Her mouth and legs spread, her eyes wild and desperate. Two thick cocks spearing her. The tenderness I felt towards her was shocking, but it didn't make me want to stop. It made me want to tie her up until she couldn't move, choke her, fuck every hole, and force her past every artificial limit until she begged for me. Couldn't come without me. My cock twitched inside her. I imagined buying her time, no matter the cost. Keeping her here for a week at a time, helpless and bound like she seemed to like. Sometimes Reza would be here, sometimes he wouldn't. Maybe our rekindled passion would get Rez to loosen up. I imagined fucking his ass while he fucked hers. We could train her to be the perfect sex toy for us. Sod Rez's boyfriend, sod my partnership, sod girlfriends and boyfriends, bad matches and awkward dates and lousy sex. I had everything I needed with Seren's perfect mouth and Rez's perfect cock. Lightning tore through me, from the tip of my cock, through my spine, from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toenails. I exploded in her mouth, which was suddenly empty, apart from me. When I came back down from heaven, I saw Seren's face was covered in thick white pearls of cum. Rez and I had both come at almost the same time. I smiled at Seren and withdrew from her mouth, reaching behind her head to withdraw the gag. "Oh keep it on, Eff, I don't want to hear from her." I grinned, pulling the gag off Seren slowly. "You're just pissed you've got to get her off." I slid my hand over Seren's closed mouth and said softly, "you can't swallow with your mouth open, can you? Go on, swallow it all. There's a lot, isn't there?" Seren nodded, her eyes to the ground. I think she preferred the gag too. Not being able to respond to my embarrassing rhetorical questions was a luxury. That was all right. I didn't need to hear her beg. That was more Rez's thing. Anyone who would consent to be treated like this was pretty much begging already, as far as I was concerned. I eyed the assortment of gags, vibrators, and dildos on the towel. I tilted Seren's chin so her eyes met mine. "I want you to ask Rez very nicely to pick out another gag for you." Seren glanced shyly up at Rez and then averted her eyes. She was a natural at assessing our needs. Rez needed a completely different kind of submission. If she was unbound she would have assumed the slave posture. Her glowing freckled face was covered in his drying cum. "Please, Sir," she said softly. There was Welsh in her accent, and something else. Irish? "Please gag me." "Why?" Rez was determined to make her work for it, even though he'd asked me not to ungag her moments earlier. "Because, Sir, you said you prefer silence from me, and I wish to obey you. Please choose a gag for me, Sir." There was nothing Rez could say to that, so he walked over the towel and inspected the gags. There was a penis gag, a bit, a ballgag, and one that intrigued me as much as it repelled me, which was a ballgag on one side, with a buttplug like protrusion on the other. I filed it away for future moments of dark fantasy in which I owned them both and forced them into awkward and humiliating acts of submission. Rez selected a pink ballgag and pushed it inside Seren's mouth before tightening the straps. "Much better," he said, and though I liked her just as well without it, there is a specific lewdness about a bottom who lets you tie them up and use a ballgag. For a moment it wasn't hard to imagine keeping her trussed up and covered in evidence of our depredations. The bright pink color of the gag reminded that she had picked it out herself; that all these accessories were chosen by her, that she'd worn it who knew how many times before. Rez was no good at the female orgasm and was obviously waiting for help from me. I figured he should stick to his strengths. "Rez, grab me that vibrator, will you? The little blue one? That's it, good. Grab that crop too, we'll need that. And that dildo. The large black one. Perfect." I helped her back up on the bed. She was trembling with excitement, and possibly fear. I glanced at her pile of toys and noticed things I'd missed before because they hadn't concerned me. A strap on. A cock ring. Rez had said our little slutt played for both sides. Usually my tact with pleasuring bottoms was to use moments where I pleasured them to my advantage. I'd question them, or tease them until they promised to do any manner of unsavory things for me. Rez would have found that a fantastic bore. He wanted us to get her off while we both got hard again and we could both fuck her at once and then send her on her way. I was half tempted to offer her a job as my secretary with a salary commensurate with what I expected her to do at the office all day, which mostly amounted to kneeling under my desk and sucking my cock. The other toys made me remember that while she wasn't charging us (according to Rez), she was a professional third and, if the toys were any indication, likely a switch. I felt a surge of competition inside me to be the kind of client she wanted to give it all up for. I sat on the edge of the bed and positioned her over my lap so that I had easy access to her big, thick ass and her soaking pussy. Her head was on my lap and the spreader bar kept her knees bent and her ass it the air. I stroked it gently before grabbing the dildo and sliding it most of the way inside her. She was wet enough that it entered her easily but full enough from the plug that she grunted. "Get used to feeling full, Seren," I told her, pumping the dildo gently in and out of her. "You can take all that and more. You just need some help relaxing." I switched the vibrator on and just the pitched hum of it made her start. I laughed and caught Rez's smile as well. Rez was hilarious outside the bedroom. Quick with a joke, even quicker to laugh at one. The minute his dick got hard, though, he was humorless, particularly around women. I felt fondly towards both of them in that moment; Rez for being delighted by our kinky scene against his most basic inclinations, and Seren-practically a stranger-who surrendered herself to me with such trust that I couldn't help but feel tender. I traced the tip of the vibrator gently over her stiff nipples, around the swell of her belly, and in teasing, delicate circles around the dildo and plug while she wiggled and moaned. The fact had never escaped my mind-nor had it fled Rez's, and so Seren must be all the more aware of it-that if Rez and I wanted to, we could visit any and all violation on this helpless girl. More horrible still, if we wished to hide our tracks, it would be very easy. And though we all knew this and though it colored every hypnotic flash of gold in her eyes, still she obeyed us. Both of us, without question. I changed the vibrator to its lowest setting and moved it just over her clit. Immediately she began to shake. She howled like a wolf through the pink gag. I kept the pressure constant as I tightened my grip on her leash. Then Rez brought the crop down hard on her ass. She screamed and bucked and he spanked her again. His eyes were locked on her swaying ass. I couldn't blame him. I wanted to pull the plug from her and bury my cock so deep inside it she couldn't move unless I marched her forward. Her hips were so wide I could barely see the thick black plug gape between them.I pushed her head down against my lap so she couldn't see the next blow coming. Rez's blow landed on the plug and she threw her head back and relented. I tightened my grip on her leash even further,so she could only buck fruitlessly on my lap as I held the vibe to her clit. I listened for the tinkle of the bell, but it never came. "Seren?" I asked, when she'd gained control of her breathing through the gag. Her green-gold eyes were glazed. "Seren? Can you hear me?" After a moment she nodded. Her eyes focused. She recognized my face. "I didn't hear a bell," I said. "Did you ring it?" She shook her head. I smiled. "Good. We're not done with you yet, are we Rez?" Rez was half hard and I expected him to be impatient for the big finale. Our first shared partner. Instead he walked from between Seren's spread legs to her wet, shining face. "Give me the leash, Eff." I handed it to him and he tugged it sharply, so her belly rather than her head lay across my lap. I admired how he released Seren's wrists with grace, only to retie them from wrist to elbow, so she could support herself while still requiring one of us for the slightest autonomous movement. He watched her without speaking, holding her gaze in a way I couldn't. Even as a top I shied away from that intensity, that stare. He embraced it and held her hypnotized in submission. "We're going to play a game," said Reza. There was none of his usual bratty dom. "A hopeless little slut like you must really like games. Must be really good at them right now. Isn't that right?" Seren nodded slowly. I couldn't tell if the fear in her eyes was genuine or part of her submission. Reza wanted fear. Not terror. Reluctance. He wouldn't hurt her, but he wanted her to feel a total loss of control. To not know what he might do next. I could work against him, or I could be complicit. I swallowed and pushed the sopping dildo deeper inside Seren. She moaned and shook her ass in assent. Reza's hands moved in a flash to either side of Seren's head, unhooking the ball gag. Before she could even swallow, he impaled her throat on his cock. I felt her body relax against me slightly. Could having a cock in her mouth actually relax her? "The game is simple," Rez told her. "You just have to tell the truth. You can do that, can't you?" He didn't wait for her to respond. "When you tell the truth, Eff will take you squeal like the slut you are, won't you Eff? If you lie, I will fuck your face as brutally as I fancy until I'm satisfied you're ready to tell the truth. If you refuse to answer, Eff here will beat that thick ass of yours until you're ready to do as you're told. Sounds like a fun game, doesn't it?" Instantly I was hard. Rez was playing my games, for my games, for my benefit. Our inside joke. His fiery brown eyes held mine now. I withdrew the vibe from her, holding it just far enough away for her to feel the tiny heat from the battery, but not close enough for her to get any satisfaction. "How many men have you been with?" Rez asked her. Either it hadn't occurred to him that she might normally be with women or Rez didn't care. Seren glanced up at Rez through her thick lashes. She knew better than to take her mouth off his cock to answer. "More than five?" Rez asked. Seren nodded dimly and moaned, and Rez smiled smugly. "More than ten?" Seren's ascent was muffled through Rez's cock, but those numbers had been so deliberately conservative. To test her. Rez learned to test them from me. These were my techniques, my favorite games. My fingers roved over her thick pink nipples, still clamped and weighted with a silver chain. "More than twenty?" Seren hesitated a moment too long. Rez tugged her leash. I spanked her obligingly. She bobbed her head "yes" on Rez's shaft. "More than thirty, slut? Have there been more than thirty?" Rez wanted her to lie. Promiscuous women aroused and repulsed him in such equal measure. He wanted to fuck her throat until she rang the bell. Rez's fantasies contained no safewords. She nodded and I pressed the vibrator lightly against her clit. She bucked her hips frantically but I kept the pressure light. I would make her earn it. Her desperation was tantalizing. Rez held her down on his cock as I worked her clit. Only when her moans became pleas for air did Rez loosen his grip. "Okay then, slut, tell me this. Am I a better top than Eff here?" I rolled my eyes. These were Rez's no-win kind of games, not mine. I like to reward obedience and he liked to present bottoms with unwinnable scenarios and then punish them no matter their answer. I toyed with the plug in her ass while she tried to think of a satisfying answer. She pressed her hips back against my hand. She wanted more. I brushed the back of my hand lightly over her clit and she twitched again and then shook her head. Rez threw his head back and laughed. "Wrong again. What a cum hungry little slut you are. You must want me to fuck your face all night long." He tightened his grip and began to pump her throat. She gagged twice but that didn't slow it down. Training his bottoms to deepthroat was Rez's favorite thing. Against Rez's rules of the game, I pressed the vibe against her sopping clit and she shrieked around Rez's cock. I spanked her ass hard, twice and pushed the plug even deeper inside her. I wished she had beads. I watched Rez brutally fuck her face while I fantasized about training her ass. I loved the way a submissive woman looked with beads hanging out of her ass. There was something frivolous and ridiculous about them that totally enchanted me. "Calm down." Rez held Seren's head still now. Her eyes were streaming but she hadn't rung the bell. Her thick white, freckled thighs were twitching. "I thought about jizzing all over your face and making you clean it up. I know a slut like you would like that, wouldn't you? But I'm going to come in your ass and then we'll jam that plug back in and you can wear my spunk like the trophy it is, won't you slut? You'll love it." He wiped her tears away. "Know what I think? A thick slut like you never feels happier than she does with ass full of some stranger's jizz. Probably makes you want to come just thinking about it. Don't worry, slut, I'll give you something to remember me by." I was so hard I could barely handle it. I wanted to get her off until she begged us to fuck her. That was the plan. That's what I promised her. But all I really wanted to do was pull the dildo out of her and fuck her just like this. She would be helpless to stop me. "Rez." My voice was huskier than usual. My mouth was dry. "Let's stop this bloody wank session and teach our slut how to serve her customers." Rez smiled. He was fucking smug. He thought we was winning at something by holding out longer than me. Meanwhile, I was turning Seren into my little fuckslave with every command. I'd show him. While we fucked her I would keep the vibe on her clit and keep her coming while we were both balls deep in her. Rez pulled his dick from Seren's throat. She gasped for breath. "God," he said, "look at all that drool. You're a mess, slut. Can't control yourself at all. We'll need another gag for you. You're going to make a bloody racket when you're being split open by the two biggest cocks you've ever seen." Rez replaced the pink ballgag and helped me reposition her so that she kneeling on the edge of the bed. I slid beneath her and tightened my grip on the leash. I listened for the bell but I knew that if I heard it at all, it would be when Rez was halfway in. His dick wasn't as thick as mine, but it was long and getting it in the ass from him was no picnic. It was the kind of thing you needed to recover from. I reminded him to get the rubbers and lube. I liked her weight. The way her red hair fell in thick waves around her face. Her pale, freckled shoulders. The firmness of her breasts with those puffy pink nipples. The delectable width of her hips and the swell of her stomach. She looked so feminine with her wrists bound, her pillowy lips spread around a pink gag, and her green eyes pleading. Don't worry, Seren, I thought. After we were through she'd be begging me to take her home and and keep her like some kind of pet. Like a fucktoy. I'd keep her chained up, on all fours, always something in her ass. Keep her on a steady diet of cum at every meal. I slid the dildo out of her easily; she must have been holding it inside her deliberately because she was so wet there was no way it would have stayed in otherwise. "Good girl," I told her softly. I loosened her gag and pressed the dildo between her lips. She cleaned it with her tongue as if hypnotized. Her eyes were glued to mine as she licked the dildo clean. I replaced the gag again and positioned her hips over my cock. "Good girls get rewarded." She was warm and tight and fantastically wet. "You need this, don't you slut?" I moaned, working my way slowly to the hilt, until her juicy cunt had completely enveloped my thick cock. She nodded frantically, desperately. She began to grind her hips against me but I slapped her ass hard and grabbed a fistful of her wild red hair. "Did I tell you you could fuck me, Seren? Clench my cock tightly and stay perfectly still while you wait for Rez's thick dick in your ass." Seren obeyed me while I watched Rez wrap and lube his magnificent cock. He locked eyes with me again. His movements were slow, deliberate. Teasing. Making me hold Seren still on my cock while I waited for him to prepare her. He climbed between us and seized the base of the black buttplug. He pulled it fast and hard. The pop made Seren cry out. A split second later the cry became an anguished howl as he entered her gaping ass. To his credit, he exercised mercy. Halfway in, he had to actually work to go deeper. Seren was bucking madly. Beads of sweat erupted from her skin from the pain and the physical effort of accommodating so much cock. I turned the vibe on her. Rez either didn't hear it or was too occupied to care. His fingers were buried in her flesh of her soft hips and he focused all of his energy on slowly impaling her. "God she's tight, Eff. Easier than I thought, though. Someone's trained your ass, haven't they slut?" But Seren was in no place to answer. Her eyes were streaming. She was drooling around her gag. She was sweating and shaking and moaning so loud it was a wonder I could hear Rez speak. Her cunt was already tight and perfect, but with Rez almost completely inside her, now the tightness was almost overwhelming. I hoped the vibrations on her clit would help her relax enough for us to fuck her roughly. Ex-Boyfriend Therapy Rez's groan was low, guttural, thrilled. "Good work, slut. Squeeze it.That's right. Lean forward a little, Eff. You've got to see this." I was in no position but Rez reached for his phone from the nightstand. A few clicks and then he held the screen to face both me and Seren. "Take a good luck and that, you nasty slut. What a good fucktoy you are." Seren blushed darkly and moaned but my cock throbbed inside her. Her thick, creamy cheeks split wide, with Rez's dark, veiny cock almost entirely invisible. She'd swallowed it up, the little slave. I spanked her ass, jealous. I withdrew almost completely before thrusting back inside her, more roughly than I might ordinarily have done when she was still adjusting. If she was so greedy for cocks, she could bloody well enjoy them. Reza began to match my pace, a few franctions of a section behind me so we could feel one another move inside her as we fucked her. The vibrator was certainly doing its job. Her moans now were more pleasure than pain. I hooked a finger around the silver chain between her nipple clamps. She gasped and reached behind her head to hand Reza the leash. With one hand I ran the vibe over her clit and with the other I reached between her legs to cup Rez's balls. They were heavy and hot, and wet from the imprecise application of lube. "Oh fuck yeah, Eff. Don't stop." Judging by the way Seren's eyes rolled back, she didn't want me to stop either. Feeling Rez bury his cock in her ass again and again had about the same effect on us. She was far away. Lost in submission. I was so close. I just had to push Rez to the edge. "How does it feel to ride her, Rez?" "Uhhn. So good." "I love watching you teach her to take it. The perfect top. Look how she worships your cock with her ass, Rez. She knows who her true master is." Rez threw his head back and blew his load inside her. I watched his whole body tighten. He withdrew at once and jammed the plug back inside her while her ass was still gaping. That seemed to bring Seren back to the present. She writhed and looked me in the eye as I came hard and deep. Often my temptation is to fuss over my bottoms when we're through playing but Rez wouldn't have stood for it, and frankly with my boner gone I was feeling more self conscious. Rez and I stripped off our spent rubbers and blasted ourselves briefly in the hotel shower. I was done first and returned to find Seren where we'd left her, bound and soaked and pink. Against logic I undid her ankles first, then her gag. I left the plug in and the clamps on. She looked exquisite with them. Illogically, I did her wrists last. I wanted to draw the encounter out. Make her depend on me one last time. "Did you come?" The words left my lips and I visibly cringed and internally withered. Fucking punter question. Made me sound like a sixth form boy. Seren looked at me and wiped her mouth. "Twice." I wouldn't degrade myself further by asking when and at whose hand. Now was not the time for such indulgent weakness. Instead I retrieved my trousers and laced up my Italian loafers. Rez emerged smelling fresh, his hair wet and tousled. There was a broad smile on his face. "Not bad, eh?" I smiled. No. Not bad at all. Rez nodded to Seren and left the room to check us out at the front desk. Probably to afford me the luxury of fussing awkwardly without an audience. He knew me well. "Are you...are you all right?" I asked Seren. Her pink lips formed a wry, crooked smile. "Course. I knew what I was getting into." "Of course." I nodded, buttoning up my shirt. "You do this often?" Seren bit her lip. "I guess. Not often. But it's a hobby." "Sex therapy?" I pressed. She nodded again. Enigmatic. Giving me very little. We were quiet for several minutes while she sat on the ruined sheets and I made rather a business of my french cufflinks. "Look," I said, steeling myself. "Come to dinner with me tomorrow." She raised her eyebrows as though I'd passed gass. "I don't think so." "Drinks then," I persisted. "Sorry." I frowned and gathered my jacket. "That bad, was I?" She rolled her eyes but she was grinning. "Hardly. It was a thrill, actually. A real romp. I'd enjoy another therapy session down the line. Reza has my calendar, you can check with him. But you know." She gathered her damp hair at the base of her neck, standing and tying it back with a hair elastic from the towel on the coffee table. "Boundaries are necessary in therapy. I'm not a fling or a friend with benefits or a mate or a girlfriend. Sorry. I'll only see you with Reza. Perhaps next time he and I might try to break you in."