Date: Sat, 23 Jan 2021 13:59:48 +0000 (UTC) From: MC Subject: Two to Threesome Chapter 6 Two to Threesome By Mitchell Conner Part 6 Greetings readers. This is partially fiction, inspired by an afternoon spent in a love hotel in Taipei, Taiwan. A perverted imagination has taken it in a slightly different direction. If it's illegal wherever you live, or for your calendar age, stop now. This story is mine: you're welcome to use it to pass the time but not to copy and repost as your own demented work. I decided to take this final chapter beyond what is perhaps expected in tawdry tales designed stimulate your imagination and nether regions. Hopefully you'll enjoy my efforts. If you do an encouraging email is always appreciated. Nifty exists based on donations and provides all of us countless hours of entertainment. Please donate generously because it's the right thing to do. Stay safe out there! Previously: When Peter rose up and my cock slid out I missed his tight hole already. "This was a lot better than watching Netflix at home. Thank you Teacher Sam," he said with a teasing grin as he stood up then walked away while I was left tied on the bed. A few minutes later he emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped low on his tiny waist, skin still flushed from our coupling. He turned away from me and bent over to put on his underwear, small hands pulling his cheeks apart to expose his red ravaged hole. He pulled the little briefs up, giving me a cheeky grin when he tucked his still chubby cock inside. Once dressed he and David spoke in Chinese. Peter came over to the bed, leaned down and gave me a kiss. He held out his phone. A video was playing on it. It was me fucking the boy. "My treasure," he said, gave me one more kiss, turned and left the hotel room. "My turn," David said. And we continue: "You smell like cum," David said with an affectionate chortle then untied me. "Go clean your hole," he added with a slap on my ass as I stood up. He joined me in the bathroom a few minutes later. His touch was gentle yet commanding as he led me into the tub. Our shower was an erotic dance of soap-slick bodies sliding against each other. David's sensuous touch left me feeling cared for, not owned as we kissed under the spray, my arms now free to embrace him. "Dry me," he said after the water was turned off. I found myself chubbing up as I patted the soft towel over the teen's lean muscled body. He was perfection. "Kiss it," he said, wiggling his cock in my face as I kneeled to dry off his legs. "No, just kiss," he added when I went to suck him. His cock hardened as I kissed the head of the club he'd used on me since our meeting. David lifted my chin, staring down at me, his lips tight together as though deciding something then pulled me to my feet. Without thinking I walked to the bed and lay down, arms over my head as I'd been trained today. "Good teacher boy," David said with a sly smile. He made quick work of tying my hands and securing them to the bed frame, along with the same to my ankles. He rolled me onto my side, spooned in behind me then reached and turned my head to the side. He leaned in to deliver passionate kisses and I found myself enjoying him without feeling forced – if I didn't count the fact that I was tied to the bed. He worked a hand underneath me to twist my nipples while the other stroked my cock as his hard-on pushed into my cleft. His whisper was hoarse. "You are mine. Say it. "I'm yours," I said like a student repeating his teacher. He kissed me then stopped the twisting and stroking to pull me into an embrace. I felt his breath on my neck as he spoke. "Say it again. Mean it." "I..." My heart thudded. His embrace tightened then a whisper in my ear. "Please." Images of the shy boy in my class filled my head as my perception of being owned and used morphed into being desired and pleasured. He'd gone through great lengths to possess me. I realized what we'd shared this weekend was the single most sensual experience of my life. I'd discovered things about myself that would've remained buried if it weren't for David. I wanted more. I needed more. "I am yours." Kisses rained down on me like a monsoon, his hands caressing me. I heard the sound of a plastic cap being opened then felt his lube slicked fingers make a gentle push into my well-used hole. A moment later it was replaced with the pronounced helmet of David's rock-hard dick. Instead of the blunt force three teens had used earlier today, he teased me with cock and tongue, stroking my hard cock. Something had changed after my declaration He was making me desire it and my hips were giving in. I wiggled my ass against the flesh-covered pole knocking on my hole. A slow sensual entry made my anal muscles spasm in pleasure and I pushed back when his groin's hot skin met my cheeks. His strong grip on my cock kept me from erupting and I moaned through our kisses. He was making love to me, tender strokes on my insides and stone-hard cock at once, his tongue mimicking his invading hard-on I wanted him. "You are mine teacher boy." A twist on my nipple clued my response. "Yes." "You will serve me every weekend at your apartment." "Mmmm?" His mouth over mine muffled my surprise. He went on to explain the offer I couldn't refuse, emphasizing his orders with slow strokes over my prostrate that left me a cooperative quivering mass of muscular jello. Simply put: I was his alone now and he intended to make full use of me. There were rules. "When I come to your apartment you will strip. I want you naked all the time so you're ready." "Yes." My cock twitched as I imagined the possibilities while he stroked into me. "You will be smooth everywhere except your head," he said, rubbing where I'd been shaved earlier. "My boy doesn't get to have hair." "Yes." I shuddered at being dominated by this powerful teen. Another plunge delivered deeper this time. "You will be tied up and give me your mouth, ass and cock whenever I want it." "Yes." He bore into me at a faster tempo. "You. Are. Mine," he said, each word punctuated with a hard deep thrust as my hole clenched his hard teen pole, driving us towards release. It was like his cock went through me and extended out as my own in a realm of pleasure I'd never experienced. I felt David's abs contract and press against my back at the same time. There was no holding back the liquid heat from my balls and it coursed out onto the sheets. I jerked with each potent shot as he emptied another load of teen-cum into my submissive ass. "Good teacher boy." His breathy words on my neck made me tingle. David pulled himself close to me in a side embrace, still buried deep inside, his cock twitches trailing off as we both fell asleep on the sticky sheets. Some time after this, I woke up in the middle of the night as David untied me. He'd stuffed a towel between my legs when he pulled out. After using the toilet I returned to bed, cuddled up to him and slept. I awakened when I heard the toilet flush and water running in the bathroom. David walked in using a towel to dry off his wet midriff and washed cock, the teen's lean muscular body glowing in the morning sun sneaking around the edge of the curtains. I knew from a year's experience how he wanted to start his Saturday when he got on the bed, straddled me then knee walked up until his soapy-fresh cock dangled over my mouth. He lifted my hands over my head and with a few practiced turns of the rope I was tied to the headboard. After a few playful slaps from his inflating cock he pushed against my lips and I yielded, taking him all the way to the base in one slow stroke. I was well- practiced by now and knew exactly where to work my tongue around his hooded helmet for maximum effect. I had him grunting and thrusting in minutes – despite two loads the horny seventeen-year-old had pumped into me last night. Though he was a year older now he still tasted salty-sweet. "Bad teacher boy. You took it all on purpose so I won't fuck you this morning." I knew by now his pout was a put-on, part of the play that fed our unique coupling. It was now a year on from the encounter that had changed my life. I was with David by choice. The videos he'd taken to ensure my submission were now played on occasion to add heat to whatever pleasurable punishment he was administering to me. David lived with me on weekends as well as a mid-week overnighter when his hormones reached boiling point – usually every Wednesday. I was lonely when he wasn't here with me. David was an exceptional student and his good behavior had earned him implicit trust from his parents. To them he was spending weekends with friends studying and his grades backed up the claim. It wasn't a complete lie. He'd take time out on Saturdays for studying but I wasn't ignored. He'd have me tied naked to a chair with the well-used vibrating Bluetooth-controlled butt plug stuffed up my ass, mouth gagged and dripping cock tied to tight nipple clamps so that any movement made me shudder. If my moans got too loud he'd shush me, change the vibrator's setting then return to his work with sly smile. He'd also take breaks to kiss and make out with me – still tied, edging me to the point of pure desperation. That happened with increasing frequency the longer we were together. We had our own form of romantic evenings at home. As with the chair I'd be tied, gagged, nipple clamped and stuffed with the vibrator. Instead of using the chair David would have me sit in front of him on the sofa, leaning back into his smooth torso. "I like playing with my toy," he'd tease with a boyish giggle while watching TV and using his fingers to edge me into a pre-cum spewing boil. His hard teen-cock would be wedged between us and he'd put his hand over my mouth to pull me back for a kiss or three as he ground into me. It was inevitable I'd end up tied to the bed and ridden at least once if not more. He'd pull out the gag so he could kiss me when he filled my ass with cum then fall asleep still inside. "It's like I'm connected to you," he'd explained one time. It wasn't the roses and chocolate type of romance but our relationship worked. Over that first year I glimpsed his evolving emotions towards me without the mask of dominant role play. I still got tied up and fucked but I felt desired, not owned as David demonstrated his version of being boyfriends. That was a word that hadn't yet been passed between us, but it existed. I'd had to beg not to be fucked one Sunday after three forceful fucks in a row on Saturday night wrecked my ass. "You still got your mouth," David had said with a shrug of his shoulders and teasing mischievous smile as he loomed over me tied to the bed. When my cock twitched I knew this was my role. Going out to eat on a weekend we'd garner admiring looks from gay boys who mistook us for a daddy/boy couple. The reality was my cock and balls were tied and a vibrating butt plug put a little wiggle in my walk as we strolled by, with David's smug expression the only giveaway to our true dynamic. He had a different look for when he wanted to dominate and use me. The half-smile half-smirk with a hungry stare that I'd feared that first time was now welcomed. I understood that being trussed up helpless tied and gagged was how he expressed his desire for me. His pure eroticism possessed me in a uniquely affectionate way. I felt loved and though the word hadn't yet been spoken its meaning existed between us. He was more addictive than any drug as I grew to enjoy – and need – his dominance. I had to banish thoughts of him when I was teaching or I'd get hard in class. This wasn't made easier when David made me wear a cock ring to school one time. I caught two boys staring at my bulging crotch licking their lips and one other trying to smooth out an erection tenting his tight school uniform shorts. David was amused when I told him about it, but respected me enough not to require repeating the adventure. Instead I'd head off to school at least once a week with a non-vibrating butt plug in place, his version of compromise. David's imagination had few boundaries. He delighted in taking me to a public swimming pool, making me wear a tight speedo and watching guys stare or even point at my shaved pubes while I showered. My cock would grow hard when I saw David's satisfied smile at his good teacher boy. On one such trip I was following orders, soaping up my hairless body on full display. Four young smooth teenaged boys wearing towels around their slim waists appeared in the entryway to the secluded showers and stopped. Their eyes locked on the muscular foreigner's denuded groin as whispers erupted amongst them. They jerked in surprise when David walked up behind them and said something I couldn't hear over the echoing tile walls. David pointed at me and spoke to them. When they nodded wide-eyed I knew something perverse was about to happen. My teen's cock pointed to me as he walked; growing upright and slapping his stomach by the time he drew near. David turned his head and said something in Chinese. One of the boys threw him a travel bottle of body lotion, making me wonder what they'd had in mind for each other before he'd changed their plans. He turned me around and bent me in the middle so I had to put my hands on the tile wall as though to be frisked for weapons – but David was the one with the leaking gun. When he grabbed my swimsuit from a nearby hook and stuffed it into my mouth I knew it was going to be rough. I was excited and scared; knowing he was going to fuck me but worried we'd be caught. Out of the corner of my eye I saw one of the teens walk over to the entryway as a lookout, hard cock tenting out his towel. I heard a plastic pop then felt slick liquid being rubbed into my crack and a finger in my ass. I David leaned into me. His hand over my Speedo-filled mouth couldn't contain the loud growl that erupted as he ripped into me with one powerful thrust. I heard the boy's gasps over the running water. Then it was on, David's fiery lust enflamed by an audience, reaching around to stroke my now hard hairless dick as he rabbit fucked my stinging hole. The boys now had their towels around their necks and were jerking smooth hard cocks, staring slack-jawed at the spectacle of a teen boy owning a grown foreigner's ass right in front of them. My over-stimulated prostrate made my ass clench in an iron grip around David's cock and his thrusts became frenzied. It was like some six- chorded guttural melody started when he erupted into me. A chain reaction ensued; I came followed by one, two, three and finally four young teen boys. Their backs arched, heads thrown back, skinny hips swaying while spewing white ropes of teen cum onto the floor as a collective high-pitched moan bounced off the tile walls. We all stared at each other like survivors from an airplane crash, dazed, happy to be alive and not believing what we'd just experienced. There was a group murmur of `shay-shay' from the boys, their polite thank you a contrast to the still hard dripping cocks bobbing in front of them as they walked past us to other showers, one of them retrieving the bottle of lotion. Those boys weren't through yet. David's bondage skills had grown to be both inescapable and clever. Beyond the bed or a chair I'd found myself tied ass up over the sofa, spread-eagle standing in a doorway, and sometimes hogtied on the floor while he pretended to ignore me. But he found ways to reward me. For my last birthday I'd come home from school to find a naked boy tied spread-eagle face down on the bed, a perfectly round smooth little ass elevated by a pillow under his humping groin, moaning through the gag tied around his head as the vibrating butt plug played inside the tiny hole. My cock went zero to granite-hard in seconds as I stood in the open doorway hypnotized by the sight. David stood beside me. "Happy birthday teacher boy." The boy on the bed mumbled something, prompting David to walk over and pull his gag out. "Happy birthday Teacher Sam." I recognized the boyish voice and when he turned his head, I saw it was Peter. My cock oozed out some pre-cum as I stared in lust. "Do you like your present?" David said. "You've been a good boy so now you get a bottom to fuck." I was slack-jawed at his thoughtful present. Peter was a well-fucked boy when he left my apartment late that evening. I'd had my hand over his gagged mouth to mute his squeals of pleasure as I plowed into his tight little hole with a vengeance, making up for months as a pure bottom. He'd used his cute smile to get paybacks, riding me doggy style as I kneeled at the bed's edge to line up with him standing. His small hands dug into my hips as he pummeled watery cum into me with his hard nail while David spit-roasted me, flooding my mouth with the big load he'd been saving for two days. As cocks softened and lust cooled Peter pulled us into a group hug for a heartfelt announcement. "I love you guys." He visited us at least once a month after that as our exclusive third-wheel. A few weeks later the sexy pixie had joined my new class. I took to wearing tight underwear and dark slacks on the days my birthday present was in class, lest my hard cock and leaking pre-cum would've been noticed. I wasn't fooled by his feigned innocence when I'd catch him staring at my groin. He'd giggle and shrug his shoulders, his impish grin getting him off the hook every time. My relationship with David had evolved from just sex to include sharing intimate details about our lives that left us naked before each other in ways clothing could never cover. I admired David's intellect and drive, best demonstrated by his command of English. It's said that someone who can understand sarcasm in a foreign language is truly fluent, one's tone overriding the real meaning of a word to create the punchline. I suspected he used it at times to mask his growing affection for me. Bobby hadn't been happy when David explained that I was his exclusive property, but we found a way to make it up to him. Reggie Barnes was a shy young British teacher at my school. His short thin build, pale skin, freckles and ginger hair made him look like a cute English school boy. I'd noticed his focus on the bubble butts and bulges of our boy students and after a few shared pre-class coffees and hints we opened up to each other in confidence. When I floated the idea of a double date with Bobby by showing the sexy teen's shirtless picture he agreed on the spot. I'll admit there was no full- disclosure. If things progressed I wanted him to be as surprised as I'd been that day. Over dinner one weekend we introduced them to each other and they seemed well matched, leaving together after we'd eaten. When I saw Reggie the following Monday I knew they'd indeed hit it off. My colleague's shirt collar wasn't high enough to hide the red marks on his neck, I noticed his wrists were chafed and he had difficulty sitting. "Did you enjoy meeting Bobby?" I said. He leaned into me for a bashful whispered reply. "Fuuuuuuuckkkkk." Then he blushed, smiled and headed to class. A few weeks later we left school and walked to a nearby park during our break period. A blushing Reggie struggled to get past his shyness and share. "Bobby... umm... well... he ties me up... and does stuff to me." "Are you okay with that?" I said, a bit concerned, but he wasn't through. "He comes over and fucks me all weekend long." I sat and waited. "I never knew about... that stuff... and now... I need it. Can you understand that?" "Yes, absolutely," I said. Reggie looked at me like a kindred spirit then shared his new dynamic. "I'm Master Bobby's slave now," he said, and unbuttoned the top of his shirt to reveal a small-linked chain platinum necklace with a matching padlock. "He owns me. He has the key." I failed to keep my eyebrows from rising. "Thank you, Sam," he said, pulling me into an uncharacteristic hug. When I shared the news with David he grinned. "Bobby told me this morning. Said to tell you we're even." It took a moment for me to grasp we'd delivered a human into sexual slavery to make up for Bobby not getting my ass again. When I looked at David he'd just nodded and shrugged his shoulders as though reading my mind. Such was our unique pairing. At that moment I'd realized why I didn't feel used. It was because I felt loved. But dare I say that to him? Would it alter the dynamic and change everything? Something did get altered after David graduated from high school. He'd been due to move in with me full-time, not that big of a change considering he spent three to four nights a week with me. I'd gotten the sense it meant something more as I'd catch David staring at me as though about to say something then go tight-lipped. He'd turned eighteen that June. I lived near the university he'd start at in the fall so it made practical sense. We had a summer ahead of us with travel plans. We'd become a couple, but were we held together by rope, or something more? David had made the first move the weekend he'd arranged to have me delivered to him, bound and gagged for him to use. He now owned me in most every way and it was my turn to make the final move by giving him my heart. `I can't do it," David said the Sunday before he'd planned to move in. "What happened? Did your parents..." I said then stopped when I saw David's eyes were moist, his lips tight to keep them from quivering as he shook his head. I'd never seen him overwhelmed with strong emotions. "Why?" I said. "It isn't right," he said, shaking his head. "I don't understand." "It... I can't..." he said, his fluency gone as he struggled to speak. "Please tell me," I said, pulling him into a hug. David shuddered, a small cry escaping his lips as I felt moisture on my neck. I held him. "Why?" "The way I treat you... what we do... that's not what boyfriends do." My heart fluttered at hearing that word. "Why do you say that?" "Because I make you do it." "But I want it." David pulled back and gave me wide-eyed stare. "You... want... to be used... like a toy?" "I don't feel like your toy." His voice was almost a whisper. "You aren't." "I know. I'm your teacher boy." David blinked as a single tear ran down his face, a hopeful smile forming. "Really?" "Yes," I said. "But what we do... isn't like boyfriends." "Why does that matter? Look at Bobby and Reggie." "I don't want what they have," he said, surprising me. "You know why I don't make you call me Master? Or call you slave?" He answered my quizzical look. "Because then it's like a pretend game. I want real life." I did too. "Who's to say we can't be boyfriends with what you like?" David's voice cracked as he struggled to explain while avoiding the L-word. "Because... when you... luh... feel like I do... I shouldn't do... to you..." "I love you," I said then continued as David stared at me, his mouth agape. "What you do makes me feel loved. If you didn't do that I'd think you didn't want me." The teen stood there, silent. "Do you want me?" I said. "Yes" "Do you..." I started but David cut me off. "I love you teacher boy. For a long time but I thought if I said it out loud you would make me quit tying you up and..." "That would be like making you stop being you." I said then paused before crossing my wrists in front. "Take me. Please. Now." He did, three times that night, his thrusts and nipple pinches punctuated with "I love you" and kisses all over my bound body. David moved in as planned and I was taken often, lust, dominance and love tied together just like I was to the bed... or chair, doorway, whatever. Years passed and it was moving day again. Our collection of ropes, toys and other instruments of pleasure had been packed away into a suitcase to avoid questions from close friends who'd volunteered to help us relocate. Except for a length of rope revealed when we went to disassemble the bed. "What's this?" Reggie said, holding up his discovery with a silly grin on his face. David blushed then tried to cover it up by turning to Bobby. "Your boy is being bad." "Good boy," Bobby said with a defiant chuckle. Their unique relationship had endured and on occasion Reggie would tell me stories that made the hair on my neck stand up. I didn't question their form of love any more than my own with David. All of our binds went beyond rope. We were moving to a roomier condo with our names on it. David had graduated university and was two years into his IT job while I had joined the faculty of a private school. We'd saved for the down payment on a mortgage that never happened. David's parents always referred to me as his `friend,' a sort of code that indicated acceptance and understanding without discussing the details. It was a very Asian thing. The day after David had shared our plans with his parents about our condo purchase his bank called him with questions about a sudden large deposit. "You can pay us back when you have the money," was the only explanation his parents offered when David spoke with them. That too was a very Asian thing. Another helper arrived. Peter was now an older version of a pixie, having reached a lofty five-foot-six and toned hundred-twenty pounds of smooth skinned boyish perfection by the age of twenty-three. He'd lived with us for his last two years of high school after his parents threw him out upon discovering he was gay. I'd arranged a deal with my school for him to finish. He'd worked part-time jobs and put himself through university with whatever help we could afford. He worked in IT with David now. Through it all Peter never lost his mischievous smile and radiant personality. We loved him like an adopted son, albeit one we'd fucked more than a few times though Peter was also fond of spit roasting me with David. He was our forever third wheel and the only exception to our monogamy. And now he was in love, evident as he held hands with his boyfriend Tony. Somehow Peter had found a boy who out-pixied him and I found myself picturing them fucking each other like rabidly horny little anime characters. I caught David staring at my inflating groin and when our eyes met I shrugged my shoulders and nodded towards Peter and Tony. He chortled and shook his head. I'd like to think he was imagining the same thing. "You can come into the bedroom now teacher boy." My lean-muscled twenty-five-year old boyfriend walked naked into the living room of our new condo at the end of that day. I sensed he had a plan. "Mmphh," was all I could get out through the gag and wiggled against the ropes securing me naked to the chair as my ass experienced another pleasurable spasm from the new vibrator Bobby and Reggie had given us as a housewarming present. David had tied me up when he needed what he called `private time.' "What's that?" David said. "You need to pronounce," he added, mimicking my teacher-speak. Once ungagged, I clicked my tongue and shook my head at his sarcasm. I received a firm nipple twist for my insubordination making my cock twitch. Once untied David opened the door to the bedroom and I followed. We'd bought the bedframe some years back and it's a wonder ropes hadn't worn through the finish on each corner's sturdy posts. The bed was overshadowed now by the new portable sling David had set up next to it, the leather seat glowing in the dimmed lights that had turned our room into a dungeon of sorts. As I looked at the leather cuffs on each of the four supporting straps David hugged me from behind, his cock already rising from the anticipation of what he'd be doing to me tonight and beyond. "It's just what we talked about," he said, as though describing a new bedding set we'd picked out at a department store. I wasn't surprised. David had talked about it in bed more than a few times, punctuating his description of the sling and exciting things he'd do to me with jabs and frenzied thrusts that ended with my ass full of cum. I adored his boyish enthusiasm about this and most everything we did together. Being with him had kept me youthful, happy and in love. My lover licked his lips then turned to me with that familiar hungry look, a half-smile with eyebrows cocked, his mind thinking up new perversions for us to enjoy. He pulled me into an embrace, filling my mouth with his probing tongue while grinding his hard groin into mine. David nodded towards the sling, ready to strap me in and demonstrate his desire and love for me. "Be a good teacher boy," he said. And I was. The End