Negotiations 41
Another chapter in just a week? I know, I know. I feel like I'm finding the groove I've been looking for. However, I did write most of this on my phone because my internet connection has been less than stellar this week, so if there are errors, feel free to tell me. Sometimes I miss them on a tiny screen. Please comment & let me know your thoughts. xoxoox --Plum
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NEGOTIATIONS 41
BRIAN’S POV
You and Justin completed the rest of your house tour with Dill by opening the door to the basement. “Ready?” Justin asked him.
“Yep, let’s do it.” He was much more relaxed. You walked behind both of them as they descended the wooden stairs. Justin stopped at the bottom of the steps to inform Dill, “Okay, this part’s weird. We have to go through the wine cellar to get to the dungeon. He opened the door, and Dill took in the entire dark paneled room. “You guys have a buttload of wine.”
“We do,” Justin agreed. You thought about Justin’s literal ‘buttload of wine’ enema, and how funny/horrifying it would be to have those bags hanging down here right now. At the door to the dungeon, Justin paused and looked over his shoulder and smiled at Dill before opening the door to the gray cinderblock room. The lights were on, the black sheets were turned down on the wrought iron canopy bed, and the examination table had a fresh paper covering on it, something you’d ordered for your new acquaintance. Dill wandered in, his hands running across everything as if seeing it just wasn’t enough.
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DILL’S POV
It wasn’t what you expected. You sort of thought it would be a more unfinished space filled with random wooden platforms and homemade torture devices. But, the room was special just like every other room in their house. It was inviting with a nice foreboding after taste. The medical table in the far corner of the room was surrounded by vintage metal cabinets in that old timey aqua appliance hue. You appreciated that attention to detail.
Behind you was a gorgeous fireplace burning, and when Brian saw you staring at it, he said, “It’s April, so there’s no heat pumping into the room. Tonight it’s just for ambiance.”
“Sir, that must’ve cost a small fortune to install in a basement.”
“He doesn’t care about that,” Justin griped, “He has a fireplace fetish. Gas, wood, gratuitous candelabras...it doesn’t matter. We have three in our house and that’s only because I wouldn’t let him put one in the kitchen.”
“Or the theater,” Brian quipped, “I’m still gonna do that one day.”
“He’d put one in our linen closet if there was space. He has no self-control when it comes to home furnishings,” Justin declared.
You smiled at Brian who seemed proud of this particular character flaw, “It’s true,” he shrugged, “I’m out of control.”
You laughed at his description, “I can’t imagine you being out of control...ever.”
“Speaking of control,” Brian replied tapping on the surface of a round black table, “Silence your phones and put them face down on the table.” You and Justin complied as you noticed that next to the table was one imposing black leather chair and then a black dresser that was pressed against the corner wall holding unlit white candles bunched together on a silver tray. Overall, the room was overcrowded furniture-wise; there was little space between the bed and the medical table. And then you saw the bathroom, that same aqua hue tiled floor to ceiling. Immediately upon stepping inside, you felt like you were underwater. You made note of the double headed shower and large stack of fluffy gray towels. If this really was a kidnapping, there were worse places to be held. Justin came up behind you, slinking his arm around your waist. You held his hand and listened to his words, “Time for you to get undressed.” You turned around and saw that Brian was sitting comfortably in the big black leather chair. He spoke with a glass of liquor in his hand which had materialized out of nowhere, “You two have ten minutes.” He appeared to set an alarm on his phone and set it on the table.
In a hushed voice, you asked Justin as he was dispensing with your clothes, “Until what?”
“I don’t know,” Justin whispered back. As you shed the last of your clothing and became the only nude man in the room, Justin pulled you several steps away from Brian, locating the two to the more roomy side of the bed. Justin took your hand and put it inside his pants, rubbing your grip up and down his cock. As his pleasure became obvious, he looked up at you, kissed you and then said, “You okay? You seem okay to me?”
“Yeah, he reassured me, too,” The two of you fell back in the bed and made out with gusto as if Brian wasn’t sitting five feet away and watching, or, you thought, maybe because he was.
“Good. I’ll make sure that you’re taken care of tonight. Don’t worry,” Justin said, his hand smoothing over your face.
“I’m not worried. I’m excited.”
“Me, too,” Justin admitted, offering you an immense amount of affection.
Brian got up when his alarm went off, and you watched him surreptitiously as he walked over to the closet and opened the accordion door. Seconds later, a full length mirror emerged which Brian carried to the other side of the bed and positioned between the mattress and the medical table. He caught you watching him and winked. Justin looked up and saw it, or rather himself in it, and then hung his head.
“What’s the matter?” you whispered.
Justin wouldn’t answer you because Brian had circled back and was standing at your feet undressing. “On your back,” Brian ordered Justin so he rolled off of you and laid beside you. Brian, now completely undressed, leaned down and slid Justin’s pants off. He smiled widely as he toyed with Justin’s hard cock and dispensed the first clue about your evening’s activities, “So...tonight Dill’s getting an education, and you’re going to be the visual aide.”
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JUSTIN’S POV
You’d waited all day for this, all week really, and every cell in your body was on alert. Lying beside Dill, both of you with your knees bent and open, you reached for Dill’s hand and squeezed it because you could feel Brian sucking up all the power in the room through some imaginary straw. You asked your husband, “What does that mean, a visual aide?”
Brian wrapped his hands around your thighs and tugged you to the edge of the bed like he was about to fuck you. You got an answer to your question instead, “Any pleasure you want to bestow upon Dill tonight, you’ll have to earn on his behalf.”
“Oh….”
“Because while I’m very glad that we found him and brought him home, your time with him is never free.” (You wondered about bringing Josh in and how come he didn’t have to pay a cost for that, but you didn’t ask because you were sufficiently dominated and Brian would probably just say that he’d accrued a lifetime of skeeball tickets at arcades with Michael in the before time so he can do whatever he wants.) Brian continued, his hands curved around the top crease of your legs, “So the first thing you’re going to do is tell Dill why we need this room in the first place.”
You looked up at Brian as he held you firmly in place and gave the only answer you could think of, “Because I need to be across your lap.” You hoped that was the right answer.
“And why is that?” Brian pushed.
You glanced at Dill who offered a small smile to you and then back at Brian’s expectant expression, “Because I...need to be...spanked.”
Brian grinned and praised you, “Good boy.” You could feel your face reddening and tried to imagine dumping ice water on your head to make that sensation go away. “There’s a little more to it,” Brian explained to Dill, “But that’s a good start.” And then he looked back at you, “The rest you’ll show him.”
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DILL’S POV
It was time to move. Brian instructed you to get up and sit back against the headboard, and then he walked to the other side of the bed where the mirror was and joined you meaning the two of you were basically side by side. He patted his leg and Justin came over to him; he straddled Brian’s legs and laid against his chest. Brian spoke to him in a sweet voice you’d never heard him use, his hands rubbing up and down his back, “Any time you waste now comes off your time with him, so it’s in your best interest to get this over with.”
“Please don’t do this to me,” Justin implored.
“You did this to yourself. Did you think that you would bring somebody into our bed and not pay a price for it? You’re smarter than that,” Brian explained. Frozen next to them, part of you wanted to dissolve out of the picture, and another part wanted to, well, masturbate. You crossed your legs and tucked your hands in your lap, hiding your self-stimulation. It wasn’t difficult; they were proceeding once again like you weren’t even there. Brian continued, “He came all this way, conquered his nerves, and you’re being rude making him wait.”
Justin’s eyes flitted upward to your face, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you said as quietly as you could, but not quietly enough. Brian turned his head and spoke to you firmly, “It’s one hundred percent not your call.”
His voice felt like a surprise bolt of lightning in your heart, “Yes, Sir. I apologize, Sir.” You felt actual pain in your chest from his reprimand which you attempted to massage away.
“Justin,” Brian attempted again, “You do have one other option though. You can waste more of my time, and we’ll still do this only I’ll send him home right after.”
Justin looked mortified as he raised his head from Brian’s shoulder, “No.”
“Okay then,” Brian offered, his eyebrows raised in expectation. Justin began to move and eventually, he was bent over Brian’s lap. You straightened your legs to give him space on the sheets to lay his head.
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JUSTIN’S POV
The spanking Brian gave you was intense. The mirror amplified all of it, broadcasting your humiliation to Dill in real time. Brian narrated it, too, demonstrating what benefit you get from his hand, then a hairbrush, and finally, a small wooden paddle. He pointed out crudely how various parts of your body respond to his touch. He donned a glove, made it slick with lube and fingered you hard-right to the edge over and over-so that Dill could see you beg and plead with him to stop. And every time he stopped, it was time for more pain. You didn’t have to see your own skin to know how bad it was; you could feel the bright red hue raising your body temp in real time. The objection you raised when he picked up the paddle earned you a bar between your knees to keep your legs apart. Humiliated and with your emotions sufficiently scrambled, you felt a tear well up and spill down your face. By that time, your head had migrated to Dill’s lap, so he wiped it away. He’d been allowed to comfort you minutes before after Brian explained to him how the pain wasn’t being felt anymore, “It’s an abstraction now. He’s running on pure endorphins; he has an envious stock pile of them. He should probably be studied.”
At one point, Brian made Dill thank you for the pain you were tolerating, “Because he’s suffering like this for you. You better respect the fuck out of that.”
“I do, Sir,” he assured him as he pet your now sweat-dampened hair.
And then at the precise moment that you felt the urge to cry out in pain or humiliation or something, Brian pushed a plug inside you so that the pleasure would short-circuit everything else. “Keep your bottom up,” Brian warned you,” “You’re teaching your friend how to behave.” You hung your head and looked between your legs at Dill’s hand stroking you and at Brian’s hand raising the paddle again. A few hard snacks and you came, submitting to an unrelenting amount of pressure between your legs. The bar released, your posture collapsed, and your body ended up between them in the sheets. Brian was fucking you, cursing in your ear about how hot and tight you were, and Dill was against your chest, holding you tightly and providing the resistance Brian needed. Moments before he came, Brian’s hand slid up your chest and around your throat, pulling you back against him, “What a perfect pain slut you are, Sunshine.”
You cringed at the mention of that nickname, realizing that ninety percent of the time you hear it, something carnal is occurring. But, then you remembered that you were in bed with a guy named Dill, so who cares? When Brian was done with you, you let go of everything and surrended, falling into a marshmallow cloud of warm bliss.
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DILL’S POV
You weren’t ready for what happened next. Brian reached over Justin and tapped your shoulder, a condom between his fingers. “Are you sure?” you asked, “I don’t want to hurt him.” You were still in a bit of shock at what you’d witnessed.
“Remember earlier when I told you to trust me tonight?” Brian asked
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then trust me. Put it on.”
While you did as instructed, Brian positioned Justin so you could spoon him. You studied Brian’s face as you pushed inside Justin who moaned, a sound that refused to identify itself as pleasure or pain. “Good boy,” Brian told you or maybe Justin or maybe both of you, his hand on your shoulder. You wanted to ask Justin if you were hurting him, but you were too nervous. His skin was hot against your abdomen all the way down to your thighs. It felt so insanely good that it competed with the warmth your dick felt inside him. With your fingers on his thigh bone, Justin purred as you fucked him. You felt fizzy with pleasure; it was almost confusing. “Easy,” Brian warned you, “Take your time; this is for him.”
You whispered back, “How does he take that much pain?”
Brian replied, “Take it? He craves it. He has an amazing ability to convert pain and humiliation into pleasure; you’re inside him right now, but, in a way, he isn’t even really here.”
“This is subspace that he asked me about?”
“Yep, he’s floating free, and the longer he stays full, the happier he is.” Justin reached for Brian after hearing his voice, and Brian placed Justin’s arms around his neck and moved in closer until the two of you had completely sandwiched all of him. You concentrated on how you were thrusting into him, deep, long and measured but flashes of the scene you’d just witnessed kept playing in your mind as well as the fact that Justin has gone through all that for you. Brian pulled you in to kiss you. His tongue was soft in your mouth; you tasted a hint of ash and felt a stirring between your legs. “Sir, that’s gonna make me come,” you protested to him. Brian kissed you again, harder, and this time you just gave in to it. His hand ran down to your ass, pushing you deeper inside Justin. “You earned this,” he assured you, “And so did he, so fuck him like you mean it.”
Justin arched his back and reached back for you, his hand curling around your neck. You’d never felt that much ecstasy bleed out of someone before. Brian whispered things to Justin that you pretended you couldn’t hear because they were not at all meant for you. You stared into the mirror instead which was showcasing the muscles in Brian’s back. You weren't exactly sure of the rules in this situation so you asked Brian for permission to come. He nodded and you did, giving Justin up when you finished. His eyes were closed in Brian’s arms. He kissed his way up to Brian’s ear and said a hushed, “I love you.”
“Thank our friend as well,” Brian encouraged him, “That was a team effort.” Justin turned and looked at you, wearing the most indulgent smile you’d ever seen on a man’s face. His eyes were black drops of oil; the traces of blue had all but disappeared.
Negotiations 42
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NEGOTIATIONS 41
BRIAN’S POV
You and Justin completed the rest of your house tour with Dill by opening the door to the basement. “Ready?” Justin asked him.
“Yep, let’s do it.” He was much more relaxed. You walked behind both of them as they descended the wooden stairs. Justin stopped at the bottom of the steps to inform Dill, “Okay, this part’s weird. We have to go through the wine cellar to get to the dungeon. He opened the door, and Dill took in the entire dark paneled room. “You guys have a buttload of wine.”
“We do,” Justin agreed. You thought about Justin’s literal ‘buttload of wine’ enema, and how funny/horrifying it would be to have those bags hanging down here right now. At the door to the dungeon, Justin paused and looked over his shoulder and smiled at Dill before opening the door to the gray cinderblock room. The lights were on, the black sheets were turned down on the wrought iron canopy bed, and the examination table had a fresh paper covering on it, something you’d ordered for your new acquaintance. Dill wandered in, his hands running across everything as if seeing it just wasn’t enough.
***********
DILL’S POV
It wasn’t what you expected. You sort of thought it would be a more unfinished space filled with random wooden platforms and homemade torture devices. But, the room was special just like every other room in their house. It was inviting with a nice foreboding after taste. The medical table in the far corner of the room was surrounded by vintage metal cabinets in that old timey aqua appliance hue. You appreciated that attention to detail.
Behind you was a gorgeous fireplace burning, and when Brian saw you staring at it, he said, “It’s April, so there’s no heat pumping into the room. Tonight it’s just for ambiance.”
“Sir, that must’ve cost a small fortune to install in a basement.”
“He doesn’t care about that,” Justin griped, “He has a fireplace fetish. Gas, wood, gratuitous candelabras...it doesn’t matter. We have three in our house and that’s only because I wouldn’t let him put one in the kitchen.”
“Or the theater,” Brian quipped, “I’m still gonna do that one day.”
“He’d put one in our linen closet if there was space. He has no self-control when it comes to home furnishings,” Justin declared.
You smiled at Brian who seemed proud of this particular character flaw, “It’s true,” he shrugged, “I’m out of control.”
You laughed at his description, “I can’t imagine you being out of control...ever.”
“Speaking of control,” Brian replied tapping on the surface of a round black table, “Silence your phones and put them face down on the table.” You and Justin complied as you noticed that next to the table was one imposing black leather chair and then a black dresser that was pressed against the corner wall holding unlit white candles bunched together on a silver tray. Overall, the room was overcrowded furniture-wise; there was little space between the bed and the medical table. And then you saw the bathroom, that same aqua hue tiled floor to ceiling. Immediately upon stepping inside, you felt like you were underwater. You made note of the double headed shower and large stack of fluffy gray towels. If this really was a kidnapping, there were worse places to be held. Justin came up behind you, slinking his arm around your waist. You held his hand and listened to his words, “Time for you to get undressed.” You turned around and saw that Brian was sitting comfortably in the big black leather chair. He spoke with a glass of liquor in his hand which had materialized out of nowhere, “You two have ten minutes.” He appeared to set an alarm on his phone and set it on the table.
In a hushed voice, you asked Justin as he was dispensing with your clothes, “Until what?”
“I don’t know,” Justin whispered back. As you shed the last of your clothing and became the only nude man in the room, Justin pulled you several steps away from Brian, locating the two to the more roomy side of the bed. Justin took your hand and put it inside his pants, rubbing your grip up and down his cock. As his pleasure became obvious, he looked up at you, kissed you and then said, “You okay? You seem okay to me?”
“Yeah, he reassured me, too,” The two of you fell back in the bed and made out with gusto as if Brian wasn’t sitting five feet away and watching, or, you thought, maybe because he was.
“Good. I’ll make sure that you’re taken care of tonight. Don’t worry,” Justin said, his hand smoothing over your face.
“I’m not worried. I’m excited.”
“Me, too,” Justin admitted, offering you an immense amount of affection.
Brian got up when his alarm went off, and you watched him surreptitiously as he walked over to the closet and opened the accordion door. Seconds later, a full length mirror emerged which Brian carried to the other side of the bed and positioned between the mattress and the medical table. He caught you watching him and winked. Justin looked up and saw it, or rather himself in it, and then hung his head.
“What’s the matter?” you whispered.
Justin wouldn’t answer you because Brian had circled back and was standing at your feet undressing. “On your back,” Brian ordered Justin so he rolled off of you and laid beside you. Brian, now completely undressed, leaned down and slid Justin’s pants off. He smiled widely as he toyed with Justin’s hard cock and dispensed the first clue about your evening’s activities, “So...tonight Dill’s getting an education, and you’re going to be the visual aide.”
***********
JUSTIN’S POV
You’d waited all day for this, all week really, and every cell in your body was on alert. Lying beside Dill, both of you with your knees bent and open, you reached for Dill’s hand and squeezed it because you could feel Brian sucking up all the power in the room through some imaginary straw. You asked your husband, “What does that mean, a visual aide?”
Brian wrapped his hands around your thighs and tugged you to the edge of the bed like he was about to fuck you. You got an answer to your question instead, “Any pleasure you want to bestow upon Dill tonight, you’ll have to earn on his behalf.”
“Oh….”
“Because while I’m very glad that we found him and brought him home, your time with him is never free.” (You wondered about bringing Josh in and how come he didn’t have to pay a cost for that, but you didn’t ask because you were sufficiently dominated and Brian would probably just say that he’d accrued a lifetime of skeeball tickets at arcades with Michael in the before time so he can do whatever he wants.) Brian continued, his hands curved around the top crease of your legs, “So the first thing you’re going to do is tell Dill why we need this room in the first place.”
You looked up at Brian as he held you firmly in place and gave the only answer you could think of, “Because I need to be across your lap.” You hoped that was the right answer.
“And why is that?” Brian pushed.
You glanced at Dill who offered a small smile to you and then back at Brian’s expectant expression, “Because I...need to be...spanked.”
Brian grinned and praised you, “Good boy.” You could feel your face reddening and tried to imagine dumping ice water on your head to make that sensation go away. “There’s a little more to it,” Brian explained to Dill, “But that’s a good start.” And then he looked back at you, “The rest you’ll show him.”
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DILL’S POV
It was time to move. Brian instructed you to get up and sit back against the headboard, and then he walked to the other side of the bed where the mirror was and joined you meaning the two of you were basically side by side. He patted his leg and Justin came over to him; he straddled Brian’s legs and laid against his chest. Brian spoke to him in a sweet voice you’d never heard him use, his hands rubbing up and down his back, “Any time you waste now comes off your time with him, so it’s in your best interest to get this over with.”
“Please don’t do this to me,” Justin implored.
“You did this to yourself. Did you think that you would bring somebody into our bed and not pay a price for it? You’re smarter than that,” Brian explained. Frozen next to them, part of you wanted to dissolve out of the picture, and another part wanted to, well, masturbate. You crossed your legs and tucked your hands in your lap, hiding your self-stimulation. It wasn’t difficult; they were proceeding once again like you weren’t even there. Brian continued, “He came all this way, conquered his nerves, and you’re being rude making him wait.”
Justin’s eyes flitted upward to your face, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you said as quietly as you could, but not quietly enough. Brian turned his head and spoke to you firmly, “It’s one hundred percent not your call.”
His voice felt like a surprise bolt of lightning in your heart, “Yes, Sir. I apologize, Sir.” You felt actual pain in your chest from his reprimand which you attempted to massage away.
“Justin,” Brian attempted again, “You do have one other option though. You can waste more of my time, and we’ll still do this only I’ll send him home right after.”
Justin looked mortified as he raised his head from Brian’s shoulder, “No.”
“Okay then,” Brian offered, his eyebrows raised in expectation. Justin began to move and eventually, he was bent over Brian’s lap. You straightened your legs to give him space on the sheets to lay his head.
***********
JUSTIN’S POV
The spanking Brian gave you was intense. The mirror amplified all of it, broadcasting your humiliation to Dill in real time. Brian narrated it, too, demonstrating what benefit you get from his hand, then a hairbrush, and finally, a small wooden paddle. He pointed out crudely how various parts of your body respond to his touch. He donned a glove, made it slick with lube and fingered you hard-right to the edge over and over-so that Dill could see you beg and plead with him to stop. And every time he stopped, it was time for more pain. You didn’t have to see your own skin to know how bad it was; you could feel the bright red hue raising your body temp in real time. The objection you raised when he picked up the paddle earned you a bar between your knees to keep your legs apart. Humiliated and with your emotions sufficiently scrambled, you felt a tear well up and spill down your face. By that time, your head had migrated to Dill’s lap, so he wiped it away. He’d been allowed to comfort you minutes before after Brian explained to him how the pain wasn’t being felt anymore, “It’s an abstraction now. He’s running on pure endorphins; he has an envious stock pile of them. He should probably be studied.”
At one point, Brian made Dill thank you for the pain you were tolerating, “Because he’s suffering like this for you. You better respect the fuck out of that.”
“I do, Sir,” he assured him as he pet your now sweat-dampened hair.
And then at the precise moment that you felt the urge to cry out in pain or humiliation or something, Brian pushed a plug inside you so that the pleasure would short-circuit everything else. “Keep your bottom up,” Brian warned you,” “You’re teaching your friend how to behave.” You hung your head and looked between your legs at Dill’s hand stroking you and at Brian’s hand raising the paddle again. A few hard snacks and you came, submitting to an unrelenting amount of pressure between your legs. The bar released, your posture collapsed, and your body ended up between them in the sheets. Brian was fucking you, cursing in your ear about how hot and tight you were, and Dill was against your chest, holding you tightly and providing the resistance Brian needed. Moments before he came, Brian’s hand slid up your chest and around your throat, pulling you back against him, “What a perfect pain slut you are, Sunshine.”
You cringed at the mention of that nickname, realizing that ninety percent of the time you hear it, something carnal is occurring. But, then you remembered that you were in bed with a guy named Dill, so who cares? When Brian was done with you, you let go of everything and surrended, falling into a marshmallow cloud of warm bliss.
***********
DILL’S POV
You weren’t ready for what happened next. Brian reached over Justin and tapped your shoulder, a condom between his fingers. “Are you sure?” you asked, “I don’t want to hurt him.” You were still in a bit of shock at what you’d witnessed.
“Remember earlier when I told you to trust me tonight?” Brian asked
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then trust me. Put it on.”
While you did as instructed, Brian positioned Justin so you could spoon him. You studied Brian’s face as you pushed inside Justin who moaned, a sound that refused to identify itself as pleasure or pain. “Good boy,” Brian told you or maybe Justin or maybe both of you, his hand on your shoulder. You wanted to ask Justin if you were hurting him, but you were too nervous. His skin was hot against your abdomen all the way down to your thighs. It felt so insanely good that it competed with the warmth your dick felt inside him. With your fingers on his thigh bone, Justin purred as you fucked him. You felt fizzy with pleasure; it was almost confusing. “Easy,” Brian warned you, “Take your time; this is for him.”
You whispered back, “How does he take that much pain?”
Brian replied, “Take it? He craves it. He has an amazing ability to convert pain and humiliation into pleasure; you’re inside him right now, but, in a way, he isn’t even really here.”
“This is subspace that he asked me about?”
“Yep, he’s floating free, and the longer he stays full, the happier he is.” Justin reached for Brian after hearing his voice, and Brian placed Justin’s arms around his neck and moved in closer until the two of you had completely sandwiched all of him. You concentrated on how you were thrusting into him, deep, long and measured but flashes of the scene you’d just witnessed kept playing in your mind as well as the fact that Justin has gone through all that for you. Brian pulled you in to kiss you. His tongue was soft in your mouth; you tasted a hint of ash and felt a stirring between your legs. “Sir, that’s gonna make me come,” you protested to him. Brian kissed you again, harder, and this time you just gave in to it. His hand ran down to your ass, pushing you deeper inside Justin. “You earned this,” he assured you, “And so did he, so fuck him like you mean it.”
Justin arched his back and reached back for you, his hand curling around your neck. You’d never felt that much ecstasy bleed out of someone before. Brian whispered things to Justin that you pretended you couldn’t hear because they were not at all meant for you. You stared into the mirror instead which was showcasing the muscles in Brian’s back. You weren't exactly sure of the rules in this situation so you asked Brian for permission to come. He nodded and you did, giving Justin up when you finished. His eyes were closed in Brian’s arms. He kissed his way up to Brian’s ear and said a hushed, “I love you.”
“Thank our friend as well,” Brian encouraged him, “That was a team effort.” Justin turned and looked at you, wearing the most indulgent smile you’d ever seen on a man’s face. His eyes were black drops of oil; the traces of blue had all but disappeared.
Negotiations 42