Authors: Margaret McHeyzer
“Look at me, Ryan.” My eyes fly open to see Mason only a hairs breadth away from me. “Your eyes are black with hunger, and Stella’s already told me we can’t make the other come or I’d be fucking you right now,” Mason says as he sucks my chin into his mouth and swirls his tongue across my responsive heated skin.
“Kiss me.” I hungrily take his mouth with mine, lapping at his tongue as I worship his supple yet firm lips. I lower our arms and slowly move around him as I reverse the rolls and push him up against the door. My hands move to go under his shirt so I can feel his enticing smooth chest against me, but Stella’s warning catapults forward causing me to stop everything that’s happening.
“What the hell?” Mason says as he grips my shirt and rests his head back on the door.
“Stella, she warned us. And we both know that neither of us would’ve stopped this.”
“Fuck, Ry, as much as I want to say that your wrong, I also have to say that you’re damn right. Since I’ve been gone all I’ve wanted to do is come back and taste you.”
“You really need to stop talking because I’ve only got so much damn control,” I state as I walk away from Mason. “What do you want for dinner?” I try and change the entire subject so I can get my body to calm down and not continue to crave People’s Magazine sexiest man alive.
“Chinese?”
“Sure, you know where the delivery menus are, go and order as I get changed.”
I walk into my bedroom, lie on my bed and just stare up at the ceiling. What the fuck’s happened to me?
Consumed by total quiet I can’t help but think about the direction that’s brought me to the present. A place where I’m not suffocating in heavy shame and hate, but where a candle’s flickering waiting for me to embrace and accept it.
Bang.
Bang.
“Ry, you alright? Chinese will be here in about half an hour,” Mason says from the other side of the closed door.
“Yeah I’m fine, I’ll be out in a few.”
I hear Mason walk away as I get up and change into my black jeans and green shirt. When I walk into the family room, Mason’s sitting on the sofa and has two beers out watching some bullshit show on TV.
“For me?” I ask as I pick up the beer on the table.
“Yeah,” he replies as he turns the TV off.
“How’s filming?” I sit on my single chair and sink into it.
“It’s good, there’re still a few weeks left and some touch up scenes to do, but all in all it’s almost finished.”
“So you should be home soon?”
“In time for your birthday, old man,” he jibes as he throws the bottle cap at me. “I want to talk to you about the three of us.” Oh fuck, don’t tell me there’s some jealousy thing about to happen. Some crap love triangle thing.
“Yeah, what about it?” I hesitantly ask.
“Well this is how I see it.” Mason pauses as he takes a swig from his bottle and I watch his lips wrap around the bottle head wishing he was doing that to me. “Stop fucking staring, you sex crazed man whore,” he says and we both laugh.
“Sorry, I was just thinking about your mouth.”
“Anyway,” he interrupts cutting me off from adding anymore. “I think you and Stella are perfect for each other, and I think she needs you as much as you need her. So I’ve asked Stella to find me another Domme.”
“What? I don’t get it?”
“There’s nothing really to get, it’s never been about love with us. She’s simply my Master and my friend, but now I want more and Stella’s not the one for me. She’s your equal just like you’re hers. It was always just business and pleasure with Stella and me. I’m not moving aside because I don’t want to come between you two, I’m stepping away because I want what you two have.”
“Mase, I’m…”
“You’re in love with her.”
I take another drink from the bottle of beer and look away from Mason.
“No use in denying it to me, Ry. I’ve known you virtually all our lives and I know that you love her just as much as she loves you.”
Fuck.
She loves me, too?
How does he know?
“Look…” I start.
“Are you really going to try to deny it? Am I wrong?”
I lower my head and shake it no. I do love her, and even though what Mason’s saying is absolute madness, he’s also incredibly accurate.
“I haven’t told her.”
“Well maybe the time’s just not right. But regardless, I want that, too.”
“What happens with us?” I ask as I look up and see that Mason’s watching me.
“Ryan, you and Stella may love each other, but that’s not going to stop the scene tomorrow. I just want her to be able to find me a Domme that’ll be happy to scene with you and her from time to time.”
“How are you so calm about all of this?”
“Because it makes me happy to know that my best friend is in love. And tomorrow I’ll finally get to taste him and make him even happier. And I’m hoping that….” He stops talking again to gather his thoughts, “that my best friend can lay his past in the grave it deserves and move toward to a future with no hurt.”
What the hell?
He knows.
It’s then that the memory of the night I destroyed my room floods me and I remember the words Mason said as he held me tight against his body.
“You’re safe, Ryan. I won’t let him hurt you.”
“You know,” I whisper in a breathless voice as my beer slips from my hand and hits the floor.
“I’ve always known.” Mason confirms in a much less confident voice.
“How?” I ask as I bury my embarrassed and flaming face.
“Why are you hiding? You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Because, you know.”
“I’ve known since after Christmas vacation of the year we turned twelve.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I was twelve years old and didn’t know what to say or do. And you never talked to me about it, so I thought that I better not bring it up.”
“How?” I ask as I look over to him.
“Because you’d come back from staying at your uncles house and you’d be angry and get in trouble at school all the time. But what gave it away, there was a time we played basketball and you fell on your ass and then got up and went to the bathroom, I followed you in there to see if you were alright and I heard you crying saying that you hated him for hurting you.”
“I don’t remember that,” I honestly reply.
“Well it happened, and ever since then I’ve known.”
“You must be disgusted with the person I am?”
“How can I be? I love you even more. You’re my best friend and I don’t hold what happened to you, against you. You were only a kid and this isn’t on you, it’s on
him
for driving that hurt in you.”
“I never knew you even had an inclination.”
“And Stella told me that he and your other uncle are putting on your mom’s sixtieth.”
The knot in my stomach appears and tightens with the mention of Mom’s party.
“Yeah.”
“You have to go, Ryan. It’s for your mom, not him.”
“Yeah I know,” I dismally admit.
“Stella will be with you and if you want I’ll fly back to flank you, too. You need to confront him to see he’s not a twenty foot tall monster, but a weak and pathetic man that preyed on a boy.”
I don’t say anything I simply nod my head.
I know Mason’s right.
I need to confront the poison that is my uncle and cut out the cancerous growth that’s exhausted and monopolized me.
It’s time to face my abuser.
Chapter 27
Mason and I walk up to Stella’s front door and don’t even get the chance to knock, the door creaks open and Stella’s standing before us in an intricate black corset that’s tight and pushing her tits up, a tiny red thong barely covering her pussy and high heeled red fuck me stilettos.
Oh my god. I think my damn heart nearly fell out of the cavity of my chest as I’m standing here staring at the gorgeous woman before me. Her hair’s pulled back into a tight ponytail and her eyes have that black eye shadow thing around them making her intense green irises frame her face and harden her look even more than normal.
She’s fucking sexy and I can’t wait until she tells me what to do in order to please her.
“Pet,” Stella says and Mason’s barely inside the door when he graciously drops to waiting position.
“Boy,” my Master calls on me and I fall to my knees ready to please her.
“Oh yes, you both make me very happy. It’s so gratifying to see my toys eagerly ready to submit to me. My pussy’s already wet with just the sight of my fuck toys offering themselves and trusting me.”
I’m wearing jeans and in this position I can already feel how uncomfortable my cock is as it’s bunched together desperate to fuck Master or Mason.
“You may stand up and go to my bedroom to remove your clothes. You’re not allowed to speak to each other or even look at each other. Fold your clothes neatly and place them on the chair, once you’ve done that then you’re to go to the bathroom and ensure you’re ready to play. Pet, you may go first, then boy, you’re to follow. When you’re both done, you’re to get into waiting position outside the dungeon door. Eyes are to remain on the ground at all times. When I’m ready then I’ll come to you. Do you both understand?”
“Yes, Master,” both Mason and I answer in unison.
“Stand and proceed with your instructions.”
Mason and I stand up and go to our Master’s bedroom and follow every command as she specified. When we’re done from the bathroom, we both quietly go to her dungeon and kneel with our foreheads to the ground and our palms facing up, simply waiting for our Master’s guidance.
I start counting the seconds as I anticipate and prepare for the most nerve wracking yet hopefully rewarding experiences of my existence.
The door to the dungeon opens and I hear laughter, not just my Master’s but another woman’s too.
“Oh yes you’re definitely correct, Master, they’re both delicious as they kneel waiting to please you,” says a softer but higher pitched voice.
“This one here’s only new,” my Master says as she pets my head. “But he’s proving to be very enjoyable and adaptable. I’ve owned this one for a while now, and he always pleases me,” she says as her hand leaves my head.
“I’m looking forward to seeing what your playthings can do,” says the soft voice.
“Mistress K, should we get this started?”
“Fuck yes, I love to play and reward these two good subs.”
“Pet, boy, when I step away I want you to crawl to inside the dungeon door and go into ready position,” our Master commands.
I hear her step aside but wait for her direction.
“You may enter.”
Both Mason and I crawl inside and get into ready pose waiting for our Master’s word. With my chin on my chest I can’t see much except for my Master’s fucking hot stilettos.
“Today I have a friend here to watch and possibly play with you. You may address her as Mistress K. You’re to remain respectful toward her but ultimately I’m your Master and your directions will only come from me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” both Mason and I say together.
Fuck, another Domme watching and maybe playing with us.
You’ve got to be kidding me. I never thought there’d be two of my Master, but now that they’re both in the room I can’t fucking wait to get started.
“Pet, I’d like to hear your safe words.”
“Red is stop, yellow is slow and check me and green is good.”
“Good, pet. You may kiss my feet and thank me for allowing you in my dungeon.”
I hear Mason kiss our Master’s shoes then tell her how grateful he is. She moves to stand in front of me.
“Boy, I’d like to hear your safe words.”
“Red is stop all play, yellow is to proceed with caution and green is to continue, Master.”
“I do have very good fuck toys, you may kiss my feet and thank me for allowing you in my dungeon.”
With delight and happiness I’ll show my Master just how grateful I am.
“Thank you for allowing me into your dungeon, Master,” I say as I lean down and kiss the tip of her red high heels. I can’t help but drag my eye up further to her milky fleshy thighs as I move away from her and go back into ready pose.
I hear it before I feel the quick sting across my back, the distinct crack as it slices through the air before it makes contact with my skin.
“Look at me again without permission and this single tail will only inflict pain,” my Master says in the tone that tells me she’s not pleased with me.
Okay, okay, message received loud and clear.
“Does that toy always get in trouble?” Mistress K asks my Master.
“He’s normally very good, but from time to time he thinks he can let his gaze go where ever he wants it to. I’m still training him, but overall he’s very pleasing.”
“If it suits you, Master, would I be able to properly inspect your toys?”
“Of course, Mistress K. Pet, boy, stand with your legs hip width apart and your hands, palm side down resting on your thighs. Mistress K would like to review my subs and you’re to remain still as she looks you over. Stand.”
We both do as we’re told, and it feels humiliating and degrading having a person scrutinize us like stock animals ready for sale.
But my cock is so hard and there’s cum forming on the tip, my heart is wildly beating and I’m so aroused at the thought of having my Master and Mistress K view me, it’s going to take every bit of self-control not to come.
“Master, I must say this one here has got a nice long dick on him. What’s he like when he fucks you?” Mistress K’s voice is on the other side of Mason, so she must be talking about him.
“He has very good control and can orgasm on request, and he can certainly move his hips. His tongue can lick your pussy quite well, too. He really enjoys playing with a thick long butt plug in, but we’ll see how this scene turns out. He may not need it today.”
“Could I touch and kiss your possession?”
“Of course, please help yourself.”
Fuck me hard.
I can hear Mistress K as she kisses Mason and I just want to turn my head and watch, but my Master made it clear that she’s happy to use the single tail whip on me for pain and not pleasure. And I’m certainly not risking the wrath of a woman with a weapon in her hand, especially a pissed off woman.