Do not continue reading this if you haven’t finished HOLLY JOLLY JULY!

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Content Warning:

Group Sex

Bullying

Impact Play

Anal Play

Orgasm Denial

If the final cabin scene had gone the way Matthew Jackson had wanted…

The plastic office chair squeaks as I fidget in my seat. I’m nude, save for my underwear, and completely immobilized with twinkling red and green Christmas lights wrapped around my torso and securing my arms behind my back. I’m in the cabin I help look after, the one Ellie’s been staying in, and it’s almost unrecognizable with all the Christmas décor— a tree in the corner, lights around the ceiling, and, of course, the two women in front of me.

I look up at the two of them— Mariah on my left, her bright teal hair perfectly coiffed atop her head, the opening of her black robe slightly parted to reveal something tight and lacey hugging her generous curves. She smirks over at her partner in crime, Ellie, standing to my right. Her robe is matching, save for the colour, which is bright red. Fitting, for the Queen of Christmas. Her robe is securely fastened around her petite frame, giving me nothing to work with save for the entirety of my imagination.

I flex at my restraints, but it’s no use. They have me now, and there’s nothing I can do about it save pray for them to take pity on me and be gentle.

It’s one of those record scratch, “how did I end up here?” kind of moments.

FIFTEEN MINUTES EARLIER

I place my hand on the doorknob of the cabin.

It’s dark outside; the summer sun has finally set, casting the surrounding forest in dark shadow and the thrum of nocturnal creatures. The cabin’s curtains are drawn and the rectangles of windows illuminated with a glow, casting me in wan light.

I have one chance to make this work, and any misstep could make me completely irredeemable. As is, it’s already past that point of no return. But I have one shot to fix everything.

They deserve that much.

Twisting the knob, I open the door quickly and take a step back, bracing for whatever the hell they have on the other side of the door. As predicted, a cascade of… what the fuck, condoms? What the hell are they filled with, and why are they so slimy? The missiles ricochet down from wherever they’d been suspended, triggered by the door to unleash their slimy fury. They pass by inches away from my face, barely dodged. Those two fiends.

 Once the danger passes, I step inside and peer towards the living area just in time to catch someone ducking behind the couch with a muffled curse. I leave her be, turning, instead, towards the unknown danger of the bedroom.

I walk towards the hall, noting, very quickly, the tripwire rigged to set off another trap.  Stepping over it, I ease my way cautiously toward the bedroom, ready for anything.

“ABORT!” Someone shouts from behind me.

Caught off guard, I jump backwards, triggering the very trap I’d avoided. It unleashes a paddle fastened to the end of a broomstick, which swings down and smacks me firmly on the ass.

I yelp in surprise and twist around, only to find Ellie inches away from me with a long cord of Christmas lights. Before I can register what she’s planning on doing with that, Mariah is behind me with more lights. The women tackle me, wrestling the cords around my torso, until it’s tied around my upper body.

This wasn’t part of their plan, and the sloppiness of their ties speaks to that. Flexing my arms and pushing them away from my body, I easily unfasten the cords, and they fall uselessly to the ground. Then, with an annoyed growl, I grab Ellie by the upper arms. She yelps in surprise as I twist around and press her against the wall.

Mariah’s yelling at me, something about letting her go, several curses I barely register, and she’s pounding on my back with her fists. One hand holding Ellie in place, I reach over and wrap my other arm around Mariah. She kicks and squeals in surprise as I hoist her into the air. I brace her on one hip, then do the same to Ellie so that I have one woman in each arm fighting against me.

All my workouts in the gym have prepared me for this moment. Despite their ferocity, I manage to maneuver them to the couch, stepping over what appears to be a pile of flour on the floor and some sort of saran wrap silliness. Truly, I admire the effort they’ve put into their plots, and as much as I’d like to let them have their way with me… I have different plans, that also, hopefully, include having their way with me.

I plop both women unceremoniously onto the sofa and take a step back, giving them space. The pair immediately turn to one another to confirm that the other is okay, that I haven’t hurt them. As touching as it is to see so much care between the two of them, it’s also slightly offensive that they’d think I’d ever cause them harm.

Though, after what I’ve put them through the past two weeks, I don’t blame them.

“Ellie, Mariah, please just listen,” I say, showing them my palms in a symbol of surrender.

The pair eye me warily. Mariah’s posture is erect and domineering despite the fact that I literally just carried her and another woman as they fought against me several feet without even breaking a sweat. Ellie, however, is curled up on Mariah’s lap, her face stricken with fear.

I know how this seems to them. I’m in their safe space. It’s the middle of the night. Nobody knows I’m here, save for the three of us. I’m much bigger they are, I’m much stronger than they are, and as far as they know I’m angry at them for all the shit they’ve put me through this past week. Any other guy might be in my circumstances.

But I’m not.

In fact, I’m the furthest thing from angry.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I offer, still holding up my palms. “I just came here to talk.” But the wild look in their eyes betrays all the well-earned distrust they have for me.

Without taking my eyes off them, I take two slow steps back and reach behind me for the rolling computer chair. Pulling it towards me, I twist it around and sit, leaning back and crossing my arms like a strict father about to discuss all the ways they’ve disappointed me with their misbehaviour.

“How’d you know?” Mariah asks, jumping right to the point.

Ellie looks from Mariah to me and back, reality setting in.

Yes, I knew they were pranking me. Yes, I knew they had some sort of grand finale planned for tonight. Yes, I could have stayed home and avoided it, but then I’d never get my chance to make things right between us.

“The cameras,” I state simply to Mariah, unable to stop a smirk from meeting my lips.

Mariah nods slowly in understanding. “The cameras.”

“The cameras?” Ellie parrots.

“After the fart fiasco in Grumpy Joe’s I had to check the cameras so see who the hell was fucking with me. I thought it was one of my old high school buddies, maybe the guy from the basketball team, but I never would have guessed in a million years it was you two. It took me a few minutes to piece everything together. Ellie, with you working on the Christmas set and Mariah, a makeup artist suddenly back in town against her will, it only made sense that you’d know each other from there and, inevitably, have found out about me and the connection we share.”

“You knew?” Ellie asks, her voice raising an octave.

“This whole time?” Mariah echoes.

I nod. “I wanted to tell you, to explain everything but you looked like you were having so much fun together. And the pranks were harmless. Mostly. That mouse in my water bottle almost gave me a heart attack.”

Ellie snickers, and I give my head an amused shake. Little terrorist.

“You both go home tomorrow, and I knew this would be my last chance to explain everything— not that I expect forgiveness. I just want you two to understand where I’m coming from, why I did what I did, and how you both got mixed up in everything.”

The women regard one another, exchanging a wordless conversation, before turning back to me slowly. Mariah raises an eyebrow. “Proceed.”

I unclasp my arms and lean forward in my seat, resting my forearms on my knees. “Listen. You both came into my life at a very strange time. As you both probably know already, I have a bit of a history of being a player. Having lots of women. Being with multiple women at the same time. It’s all I ever knew. I have my reasons for it, a long history that I won’t get in to.”

Mariah huffs a breath, but I continue.

“But I was trying to change all that. I didn’t want to end up all alone… I wanted a partner. A real one. I just didn’t know how to make that happen, how to maintain a relationship past those first exciting moments and create something long term. But this isn’t a therapy session, and I’m not here to give excuses. The point is, what I did to you both, was wrong. And I’m sorry.”

They regard me with hesitation, not accepting my apology yet.

I press on, bringing my attention to Mariah. “When I saw you at the bar, it was like someone punched me in the gut. Here was the woman I’d harboured a secret crush on through all of high school and then disappeared off the face of the earth. I never thought I’d see you again, and yet you were in my bar, on a night I was scheduled to work. I told you this before, but it truly felt like fate. And then the first night we shared— fuck. I wanted to keep you, but I knew you were only in town for a short while. I didn’t want to scare you away, so I figured I’d keep you at an arms’ length and see if we could make something work with me coming into Vancouver for visits, and then, maybe some day, more.”

Mariah’s lips twitch, and she drops her gaze to her hands.

I shift my focus to Ellie. “And you. The moment I saw you, it was like getting bashed over the head and waking up from a coma. You gave me a whole new perspective on life. You were so full of light and vigour and optimism. And so beautiful. Fuck, you’re beautiful, Ellie. You both are, in your own unique ways, so different and yet so achingly beautiful. I’d just started my tryst with Mariah and didn’t think it’d go further than that one night, and so I thought flirting with you was safe. Harmless. I mean, I didn’t want to be inappropriate, either. And you were only here for two weeks. I’m looking for something longer than that. Plus, I figured you were much too wholesome to ever find a guy like me attractive for anything more than a quick lay.”

Ellie’s bottom lip pouts slightly as she considers my words.

“Then… things escalated between you both. I’m sure you’ve told each other all about what happened. I felt like I was being ripped in two; Mariah brought out one side of me, and Ellie something else entirely. Both weren’t false, they were true, just different sides of me. And I could see a future with both of you, which is well and truly fucked. I figured you were both leaving soon, I could be with you both and then see which road naturally led to something more. I didn’t want to lose either of you, not when everything was so new and I was still trying to figure everything out. But then, shit hit the fan.”

“You mean we figured out that you’re a lying, two timing fuckboy?” Mariah seethes.

I nod. “Exactly.”

“But… why didn’t you tell us right away?” Ellie asks, brow furrowed.

“I should have. And I’m an idiot for dragging it out. But after seeing you two on camera, how much fun you were having, I figured, what’s the harm? It was truly hilarious the shit you came up with together. Changing out the soup cans in my house with cat food? Scrambling my phone contacts and setting up all those shortcuts? It’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time.”

The women glare at each other, frustrated that their hard work didn’t earn the reaction they’d hoped.

“After seeing you on the movie set, Ellie, I hid behind a car and watched you two together. It was obvious there was something going on between you. And then that actress, what’s her name? The one with the nice teeth…” I glance to the ceiling, trying to remember.

“Julia Miles,” Ellie offers.

I nod. “Yes. Her. She said you two were bunking together at a cabin, and then it all came together. You two had connected over me, and it had brought something out in you, too.”

Mariah waves a hand. “But in your phone, you had Ellie’s contact numbered 7 and had descriptions for her!”

I nod, cringing at myself. “Old habits.”

“And you used the same canned lines about karma and fate on us both, like you’ve probably used on a hundred woman,” Ellie adds.

I offer my palms to them once more. “Guilty. I read that shit in a romance book when I was a teenager and I thought it was romantic as fuck. I’m not poetic enough to come up with something like that.”

“Still,” Mariah seethes, “that’s some messed up fuckboy shit.”

“Yeah, it is. And I’m not denying that I’m a messed up fuckboy, or that what I did was okay. I’m not going to sit here and tell you that I’m innocent and that you two should forgive me.”

Ellie’s brow raises. “Then… why are you here?”

“Because you two deserve to know the truth. You both leave tomorrow and I couldn’t let you without telling you my place in all of it. And…” I swallow, finding every ounce of courage I have, “I’m here to offer a solution.”

They sit for a moment, regarding me. Then, Mariah asks, “what solution?”

A flush of heat rises to my cheeks. “I have a way for you two to take all of your frustrations out on me, get all the revenge you could ever want, and release all this pent up energy… without slapping me in the face with a bunch of lubed up condoms. A solution where everyone wins, and we can all go home happy.” 

Ellie raises her chin. “Go on.”

NOW

“What do you want from me?” I ask, the pitch of my voice flipping between the deep, gravelly timbre I use with Mariah and the lighter conversational tone Ellie is used to. I’m not sure which persona to inhabit, which version of me they want. I flex against the cords wrapping around my torso and securely fastening me to the office chair, but this time they don’t budge. Reality begins setting in that they have every reason to be angry at me, and no reason at all to be gentle.

“You’ve been a bad boy, Matt. Or should I say Jax?” Ellie takes a step forward, leaning over just enough for her robe to drop open, but not enough for me to see what’s beneath the shiny layer. “Did you not get enough discipline when you were younger?”

Mariah steps forward with the paddle that had been strapped to the broom handle only moments earlier; once part of their prank revenge, now part of a much different kind of revenge.  She whacks it against her open palm. “He’ll definitely be getting some discipline tonight.”

“You need to learn a lesson,” Ellie agrees. “A hard lesson.”

My mouth runs dry, and all I can do is gape silently at the two of them. I’m worried anything I say, anything I do, will make them change their minds.

“You think you can play with us both?” Mariah asks as she slowly begins to walk around me, tapping the paddle against her palm as she does.

“But then not… play with us both?” Ellie finishes her sentence.

Earlier today when I was planning my prank war disruption, rehearsing the speech I’d say to them if they gave me the time of day, when I’d bought the lingerie they’re wearing now as an appeasement gift, I’d prayed to every single god I’d ever heard of that I might get to see them in it, that they’d agree to my hairbrained plan, fully expecting them to slam the door after kicking me out and leaving me cold and dejected in the dark.

I guess every sinner occasionally gets an answered prayer.

“Please,” I say, my voice low and raspy, as if I’m desperate, “let me go. I’ll do anything.”

From behind, Mariah rests her forearms on my shoulders, the paddle crossing against my bare chest. She presses her lips against the shell of my ear, her hot breath sending a shiver down my spine as she whispers, “we won’t let you go easily. You’re going to have to work for it.”

“Lots and lots of work,” Ellie agrees, her eyes flashing mischievously.

“But first.” Mariah slowly stands, dragging the paddle up to my face, where she gives my cheek a light tap. “A bit of torture.”

“Torture?” I gulp.

“Your safe word is ‘Boxing Day,’” Ellie informs me.

“Boxing day?” I ask, my brow furrowing. When does this girl’s method acting end?

“Because it means Christmas is over,” Ellie explains, nudging Mariah with her hip as she approaches from the side. “And tonight? You’re our Christmas gift.”

“And we’re going to get everything we want for Christmas,” Mariah adds.

Me, too.

Mariah and Ellie’s hands run down the length of the satin material on their robes, gripping the ties. They look at one another and a moment passes between them, as if punctuating a conversation only the two of them can hear. Then, in unison, they untie the robes and let the silky material fall to twin puddles on the floor.

I forget how to breathe.

Mariah’s full figure is nearly bursting out of a tight black corset I’d picked for her, her tits almost spilling from the top. Any wrong move she makes and they’re going to be unleashed with no way of fitting back in there ever again. Her smooth, thick legs are wrapped in black fishnets, met with lace-up platform heels— as if she needs to add more to her already dominating height. I want her to press those heels against my throat.

Ellie’s petite frame is barely covered with only a red bra and panty set lined with white fluff, as if she’s Mrs. Clause on her honeymoon. Opposite Mariah in every way, her thin, toned legs are clad in white fishnets and her feet are bare, highlighted with bright red nail polish. The cups on her bra are open, with only tiny bows concealing her nipples. I want to tear the bows open with my teeth and reveal them, aching to see if they are as erect as my cock is right now.

Ellie and Mariah turn to one another, stepping closer, tension popping and fizzling throughout the room. Ellie reaches for Mariah, one hand caressing the side of her face while her other tenderly travels from her neck, over her cleavage, down to her waist, and finally to her hip. Mariah is much less gentle, grabbing Ellie by the waist and tugging her closer. Their faces draw nearer, hovering, breath intermingling while my own is caught somewhere in my throat.

How many times have I missed watching these two stunning creatures enjoy each other’s bodies? How lucky am I now to bear witness to it?

My cock pushes against the restriction of my underwear as their plush lips join, slowly at first, tasting, sampling. Then their long lashes flutter closed and they both exhale sweet, soft sighs as they lose themselves together in a long, sensual kiss. Mariah’s hand moves to Ellie’s jaw, then down to her throat, to the nape of her neck, where she grips the hair there and tugs, eliciting a soft gasp from Ellie. Mariah takes advantage of Ellie’s mouth being open and claims it with her tongue, pressing forward aggressively, pulling Ellie taught to her chest and overpowering her completely. Ellie doesn’t fight back, relinquishing completely to Mariah as the taller woman does whatever she likes.

After a long moment of Mariah taking control, Ellie pushes back. The pair’s lips part, their eyes meet, and there’s something carnal and savage that passes between the two of them. Ellie lowers her face to Mariah’s chest, pressing herself between her supple breasts. She licks and sucks at her cleavage while Mariah allows her head to fall back and eyes to close to more fully embrace the sensation. It’s not until Ellie carefully peels down one of the cups supporting Mariah’s breasts and sucks a nipple into her mouth that I lose control of myself, letting out a low groan.

The pair pause what they’re doing and blink a few times, as if confused about where the sound came from. They look to me, then down at the tent pushing at my underwear, and back at each other.

“Well, that looks fun,” Mariah comments.

Ellie smirks. “What shall we do?”

“Looks like a nice place to sit, doesn’t it?”

I want to shout from the rooftops, yes, sit on me! but I know better and keep my mouth shut. Thankfully, Mariah follows through on her suggestion, steering Ellie backwards until she’s over top of me. Ellie sits slowly, maneuvering my hard cock backwards so it’s pressed tight against her ass, squeezed between her cheeks and my abdomen. She leans back against my chest, and I momentarily forget I’m restrained, the cords around my torso squeaking as I flex against them trying to pull Ellie against me.

Mariah tuts. “You don’t get to touch. That’s for me to do.”

I want more, so much more, but can do nothing about it. Having Ellie so close, smelling like peppermint and chocolate, her soft skin against my chest, and the weight of her on my lap generating the mildest bit of friction against my cock, is torture, indeed.

Mariah lowers onto her knees in front of Ellie, pushing her legs apart with a sly grin on her face. Mariah brings her mouth to Ellie’s thighs, planting sloppy wet kisses between back and forth from one leg to the other, moving closer and closer to her center.

Ellie stiffens at first, as if uncertain. I doubt she’s done anything like this before. My innocent little angel, with her dreams of chicken coops and picket fences, now getting eaten out by a dominatrix with a cock pressed against her ass. I hope she isn’t having second thoughts. Gently, I nuzzle my nose against her neck. I give her soft kisses, moving closer to her ear, where I then suck her soft lobe into my mouth. She sighs against me, her back arching, her ass pushing gloriously into my lap.

As Mariah works her magic between Ellie’s legs, I focus on what I can reach— kissing her neck, sucking on her ear, whispering quiet compliments.

“Relax baby… You’re so fucking stunning… I love the way you feel against my cock… That’s it, open up. Relax… Good girl…”

Coaxed by my words and Mariah’s patient tongue, Ellie begins to lose herself. Her hips begin rocking against Mariah and her body starts to melt, relaxing into pleasure. I open my eyes to look down and witness Mariah parting Ellie’s panties to the side as she begins licking and sucking exactly where Ellie needs her.

Mariah looks up, meeting my gaze, and holds up one finger… then two. Is the asking me what she should do? Fuck. I give her an approving nod while she has two fingers raised. Holding my gaze, Mariah pushes her fingers inside Ellie, nice and slow. Ellie’s body stiffens and lifts as she gasps loudly, as if uncomfortable. I remember her pussy being so tight, having a hard grip, not wanting to let go or surrender. I do the same thing now as I did the first time we were together, continuing with my whispers to ground her, reminding her to breathe so her body can relax and let Mariah in.

After a long moment of both Mariah and I working together to ease Ellie’s body, she opens for us. Mariah and Ellie gasp together as her fingers slide all the way in. I can feel Mariah’s hand between my thighs and against the aching base of my cock, working slowly with languid, well-practiced motions.

I wish I was naked with my cock unleashed and pressed forward instead of back so I could see my cock up against Mariah’s beautiful face as she enjoys Ellie’s sweet pussy. My cock throbs as I picture it, and Ellie notices immediately. She moves slightly, rubbing her ass backwards against me and giving me the friction I’m aching for. My head falls back against the plastic chair as I release a low groan.

Ellie swallows audibly, then asks. “You doing okay back there?”

“I’d be more useful if I were untied,” I growl into her ear.

Mariah leans back, her fingers slipping out of Ellie as she gasps, then squeezes her legs back together.

Mariah eyes me, then Ellie. “He can’t be trusted— yet.”

Mariah stands, pulling Ellie up with her, and I immediately miss her weight on my lap and the mild attention she was giving my cock. It takes everything I have not to whimper.

Crossing the room, Ellie bends over and gives me a good look at her tight little ass before lifting a pair of fuzzy handcuffs and a matching collar from a bag on the floor. “Do you promise to be good?” she asks, dangling them from her fingertips. I’ll do anything they want, so long as I get my reward in the end.

Trying not to seem too eager, I wait a long moment before giving a slight nod.

Mariah takes the collar from Ellie and steps behind me, wrapping it around my throat, careful not to get tangled in my loose hair falling to my shoulders as she secures the buckle. Once she’s finished, she reaches down and unties the twinkling red and green cords securing me in place. I shrug off the lights, basking in my momentary freedom, which is immediately revoked when Ellie slaps the cuffs on my wrists.

Releasing the rest of the slack in the lights, I stand. Suddenly, I’m back to being the tallest and most domineering person in the room— even Mariah with her heels can’t compare. The two women come together before me, looking up. Ellie’s eyes widen, and I watch her throat constrict as she swallows, immediately shifting into submissive mode by our size difference. Mariah, however, has the haughty expression of a brat in need of a good taming.

Ah, my girls.

Yin, and Yang.

Sweet, and sour.

Just the way I like them. 

I take a step closer, but Mariah is quick to grab the paddle she’d set on the arm of the sofa. She grips it tight, lifting her chin with defiance. “On your knees.”

With a slow grin and a lick of my bottom lip, I look between her, Ellie, and the paddle. She doesn’t seriously think that’s going to work on me, does she?

“Remember what I said about good boys, Jax?” Mariah croons, her voice low and husky. I do remember. But at this point, I’m not sure what I want more— to be rewarded, or punished.

Before I can think any further on whether or not to obey, Ellie grabs me by the handcuffs and yanks me forward, just enough to catch me by surprise and throw off my balance. Mariah uses this as an opportunity to swing the paddle, landing a firm slap on my ass. I gasp as the sudden shock jars me, more sharp and painful than I expected.

“On. Your. Knees.” Mariah repeats herself, louder, more slowly, as if I’m a naughty dog.

Being submissive is new to me, and it doesn’t entirely feel natural. But I’ll play by their rules. The last thing I want is for them to put an early end to our evening. Besides, I owe them this, and so much more, for everything I’ve put them through.

Taking my time, I descend on to one knee, then the other. My face warms in slight embarrassment from the tables being turned and power dynamics shifting. The pair release a slow breath, much more relaxed now that I’m listening. To them, I’m a dangerous animal— a tiger in a circus act jumping through hoops, but at any moment I could turn and remind them I have teeth. 

Mariah rests her forearm on my head, leaning against me, the paddle dangling by my shoulder. “Not a very good boy, is he?” She asks Ellie, as if I’m not here.

Ellie snickers, then runs her foot up the side of my erection pressing against my underwear. “He may still prove useful.”

I feel like a piece of meat, though I can’t say I hate it.

The women take a step closer, boxing me between them. Once again their hands reach for each other’s bodies, lips and tongues greeting one another in a graceful dance. For a long moment I look up at the pair, watching, so incredibly envious that those mouths aren’t being put to good use on my own body, while simultaneously feeling warm and flushed from a deep-seated sense of happiness welling within me. There’s something deeply, profoundly pleasurable in watching two people you care about find happiness, even if it isn’t with you. Is this my first glimpse of compersion?

Instead of kneeling idly, I press my face into the softness of Mariah’s thigh. Slowly, I caress her skin with my tongue, along the roundness of her hip and the line where her corset cuts off my access to the rest of her. I turn my head, welcomed by Ellie’s abdomen and the sharp contrast she has to Mariah, her skin firm and taut, and I lick the recess where her hip bone meets with her belly. Taking her panties into my teeth, I pull back and release it with a snap. Ellie gasps in surprise, then giggles, but doesn’t stop her make out session with Mariah. I nuzzle my nose into the apex of her thighs and take a deep breath in, her panties already damp and smelling of sex despite only having just gotten started. I lap at her through the thin fabric, tasting what Mariah had done to her mere moments ago. She squirms a little, pulling away, but I grab hold of her calves to keep her still.

Suddenly, there’s another sharp slap to my ass with the paddle. I cry out, not from the pain, but from the surprise. I twist towards Mariah, who tuts, “can’t keep your hands to yourself, can you?”

She turns her back to me momentarily, taking a few steps away to a bag on the floor, where she retrieves a matching leash to my collar. Before I know what’s happening, she reaches towards me and clasps a leash to me with a flourish that seems very well practiced.

“Crawl,” Mariah orders.

I look down at the leash, then up to Mariah, then to Ellie. “What?”

Mariah hands the leash to Ellie, who takes it slowly, as if unsure. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” Mariah directs. “Tell him what you want him to do.”

Ellie looks down at me, a line forming between her brows. She’s tense, uncertain. She clears her throat, then beckons, “crawl.”

I stay put.

“Make him obey, or I’ll paddle him again,” Mariah states, brandishing her tool.

Ellie looks to Mariah for support, and their eyes meet. A moment passes between the two of them. As if transferring some of Mariah’s confidence to the less assured Ellie, she inhales deeply, exhales slowly, and gives Mariah a slight nod. Then, her eyes are back on me, determined and fierce. She tugs on my leash, and with a much more commanding voice, orders, “crawl!”

Aw. My little muffin, learning her big girl voice. I’m proud of her. Doing as she’s asked, I lower onto my hands and begin crawling down the hall, which is awkward with my wrists cuffed together.

Ellie stands on one side of me, the leash taut between us, with Mariah on the other, still brandishing her paddle as if I’d get any ideas and make a break for the door. If anything, I’m going to barricade myself inside this cabin and never come out.

We enter the bedroom, and I blink several times when I notice the vibrators, dildos, and butt plugs lined up on top of the dresser, as well as a tie down at the headboard. Did they have this set up for themselves before I got here, or did they arrange it all while putting on their lingerie? I can’t decide which would be sexier.

“Get on the bed,” Mariah instructs.

My ass, already feeling bright red and on the verge of bruising, begs me not to be asked twice. I listen, crawling up onto it, then rolling to my back.

Ellie joins me and my cock jumps as she brushes against it. “Hands above your head.”

Keeping my eyes trained on her, I do as I’m told. She reaches up, lean body stretching, the red lingerie a bright contrast against her pale skin. I want nothing more than to angle my head just right and snap at the red ribbons hiding her nipples from my view, freeing them. But I also don’t want to ruin my chances of the two of them turning their attention to me— at least I hope that’s what they have in mind when they told me to be good. A moment later, and I’m tied again. I tug against the rope holding me in place and it holds. Apparently, Ellie knows her knots.

Kneeling on the bed next to me, Ellie looks over her shoulder to Mariah. “He’s ready.”

“Is he?” Mariah asks, sitting on the edge of the bed opposite Ellie. She trails a finger down my chest, to my sternum, and I flex my abs as she bumps over each one individually, to my waistband. I flex my cock on command, smirking at her. She grins in that mischievous way of hers, exactly like she did when I told her about the blind spots the cameras have at the pub. Mariah, always down for an adventure, equally ready to take control as she is to relinquish it.

Ellie gets up from the bed, leaving Mariah and I alone. I turn my attention to her, taking in her generous curves, the bright colour of her lips and hair, her eyes widening as they fall to my waistband. She toys with the edge, her nails gently scratching where the elastic meets my skin, egging me on. Just one more inch to the left, and she’d have her hand on my cock. The tease is almost unbearable, my balls tightening with anticipation.

Ellie clears her throat from somewhere behind Mariah. Together, Mariah and I look over at Ellie standing at the foot of the bed wearing a harness securing a large candy cane striped strap-on dildo to her hips.

My mouth goes dry. “You— you’re not going to use that on me, are you?”

Ellie laughs, taking her colourful phallus in her hand and stroking it up and down as if she were born with the appendage. “I might consider it, if you’re a good listener.”

I’m not sure if I want that. I’ve never had that done to me before— not that I haven’t thought about it. Is it morbid curiosity, or genuine?

Do I want to be good? Or bad?

This is a punishment, right?

Mariah gestures to Ellie with a ‘come hither’ motion, and Ellie approaches with her sultry expression on full display. They climb on the bed on opposite sides, the mattress squeaking as they do, pinning be between them. The cuffs rattle as my hands instinctively reach towards them, but are unable to move an inch. The girls ignore me, reaching for one another instead. They form a bridge atop me, their bodies close to mine but not touching, save for the occasional brush of their thighs against my side.

Ellie’s hands reach for Mariah’s waist, caressing down the fabric of her corset to the smooth skin of her hip. Mariah claims Ellie’s face with her hand and pulls her close, drawing their lips together. I can clearly see Mariah’s tongue push past Ellie’s lips, drawing a quiet moan from her blonde counterpart. My poor cock aches at the sight of it, of these two astonishingly beautiful woman mere inches apart, so close to where I need them, and yet ignoring me completely.

“Why don’t you reach down and take my cock?” I say to Mariah, nudging her with my knee.

Mariah’s mouth parts from Ellies as she regards me with disdain. “Did anyone ask you to speak?”

Ellie’s attention stays on Mariah, moving to her neck to continue kissing and sucking as Mariah glares daggers at me. My cock presses painfully against my boxers, begging for the slightest bit of reprieve. 

I lick my lips, searching for the right words to grant me a fraction of what I need. “I have a mouth and a cock, ready and waiting for you both. It’d be a shame not to put them to good use, would it not?”

Ellie pulls away from Mariah just enough for the two of them to make eye contact. Once again, something wordless passes between them and they seem to come to an agreement as small smiles light up both their faces.

Ellie shrugs. “He’s not wrong.”

Mariah takes Ellie’s hands and draws them from her waist up to her breasts, where she squeezes them deliciously. “Tell me what you want, Ellie,” she asks, her voice low and raspy.

Ellie’s eyes widen. “Me?”

Mariah nods, her smile turning haughty. “I want to hear the filthy things going on inside your head. Tell me. What should I do with him? What do you want to see?”

Ellie looks from Mariah to me and back, uncertain. I give Ellie an encouraging nudge with my knee, hoping I don’t cross whatever line Mariah has decided upon. Thankfully, Ellie doesn’t take offence, and instead, she lowers her hand to my inner thigh and grazes her hand upwards towards my cock. Tingles rush up my leg, straight to my cock, which flexes painfully. I exhale sharply through my teeth, praying they’ll end this torture soon— but not too soon.

“I want you to ride his face,” Ellie states after a long moment of consideration.

Mariah and I regard one another, equally surprised, and then look back to Ellie. Her pale skin is flushed pink with her suggestion, and fuck, she’s so beautiful. I want to kiss the blush on her cheeks. Then, I want to spank her ass so it matches.

Taking Ellie by the upper arm, Mariah pulls her close for one last deep kiss before releasing her. Then, she turns her attention to me. “Ready or not, Jax,” she croons. Fuck, am I ready. I can’t help but wriggle in anticipation, my mouth watering for a taste of her sweet cunt.

Mariah straddles my hips, and the pressure of her body pressing my cock against my abdomen is so fucking good I can’t help but groan in both pleasure and frustration. Slowly, she grinds. Once, twice, and my balls tighten in anticipation. I squeeze my eyes shut and exhale sharply.

Don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum.

As if reading my mind, Ellie giggles. “Careful, now. Don’t unwrap our gift too early.”

Mariah laughs, too, before lifting off of me and working her way higher up my body. A moment later and her thigh thighs are framing my head, one hand gripping the headboard where my cuffs are fastened to and the other reaching towards me. Mariah grazes my cheek with her fingernail, eliciting a shiver down my spine, before caressing the side of my head. For a moment I’d convinced myself that she was going to be gentle, go easy on me, be nice to me— but after everything I’ve done, the lies I’ve told, the shit I’ve put them through, I should have known better. Suddenly Mariah’s hands close over a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back and chin up. She looks down at me, her eyes shiny and determined.

“Tongue out,” she commands.

I listen, my mouth falling open and my tongue sliding out to cover my bottom teeth. I’m not sure how this is going to work, since she’s still wearing her corset and panties, and—

Mariah lifts onto her knees, and I can clearly see the pink flesh of her peering out between a slit in her black lingerie.

Oh.

Crotchless panties. Fucking genius. Whoever invented these, I hope they won a goddamn Nobel prize.

Before I have a chance to think about anything else, she’s lowered herself on my mouth, and fuck, I’m completely enveloped by her. The soft skin of her thighs squeezing the sides of my face, the weight of her pressing down on my mouth, my nose nestled against her clit as my mouth seeks the most sensitive parts of her folds. My tongue slides across her, tasting her, relishing her. Mariah takes her time as she rides me, moving slowly, the angle of her hips shifting just so, exactly what she needs. She releases a low sigh, as if this is the most relaxing thing she’s done all week. I wish I could rip free of my restraints and grab her thighs and push her harder against my mouth, to rip an orgasm from her body the way I’d done so many times before.

And yet, I can’t. I’m completely at her whim, and right now, she wants to relax and enjoy my mouth at her own pace.

The bed shifts somewhere by my knees. I can’t hear or see anything, completely enveloped by Mariah as I am, but I can feel Ellie as she maneuvers a leg overtop me so she’s straddling my thighs. Once more, my cock strains, praying for some attention. And once more, he’s disappointed as Ellie reaches for Mariah instead.

Mariah shifts forward, lifting from me, giving me a glance through her legs at what’s going on. Ellie is behind her, candy cane cock in hand, slicking lube over the tip and down its length in slow, even strokes. Mariah bends forward more, until her head is resting on the headboard above me. She reaches down, between her thighs, her hand grazing my face and mouth as if I’m nothing more than a toy to be used, enjoyed, and subsequently forgotten about. I feel Ellie draw closer, then the slick of her appendage against my chin, and—

Is this happening?

Mariah gasps as Ellie slides her strap-on into her, bending over a bit more to allow it enough room. Ellie moves slowly, gently, coaxing herself inside Mariah. I can feel the tool she’s using against my chin, sliding in and out, in and out, as Mariah becomes accustomed to the length and girth of the phallus. Then, as Mariah adjusts to this new sensation, she lowers herself back onto my mouth. I open wide, tongue lapping and lips sucking at her clit, as Ellie works on her from the inside.

Mariah finds her rhythm with Ellie, against me, as she takes exactly what she needs from us both. Her thighs tighten around my face as Ellie’s pace increases in intensity. I don’t change a single thing I’m doing, focusing on maintaining my rhythm exactly the way she needs it. Her whole body begins tensing overtop me, her legs quivering. I’m overwhelmed by the pressure against my body, the sound of my blood rushing through my ears, the muffled noises I can hear of Mariah as she draws closer, her thighs acting like earmuffs, locking me in a state of partial disassociation. I cease to exist to be anything but exactly what she needs in this moment; I’m not my aching, throbbing cock making a mess inside my boxers with precum, I’m not the straining muscles of my jaw and tongue as I work at her messy, needy pussy, I’m not the ache of my arms and wrists as I pull taught against my restraints. I just am.

And fuck, if it isn’t the most goddamn free I’ve ever felt.

Suddenly Mariah is cumming against my mouth, and it’s all I can do to stay with her as she inundates me with a flood of wet and warmth, her body tense and shaking and squeezing me. My vision swims with black and white spots; I can’t breathe. Fuck, I can’t breathe! How long is this going to last? Am I going to die like this?

I can’t think of a better way to go.

Just as I teeter on the edge of unconsciousness she lifts off and I take a deep, sputtering breath of air. Mariah rolls onto the mattress beside me, both of us gasping for air. Before I even know what’s going on, Ellie is kneeling between us. She lowers her mouth to the apex of Mariah’s thighs and breathes her in. Then, while staring up at Mariah and meeting her gaze, she draws a line up Mariah’s center with her tongue, tasting her. Mariah moves to squeeze her legs together, but Ellie, in a burst of confidence, pushes her thighs apart.

Mariah begins trembling once more. “Please,” she says.

“Please, what?” Ellie asks.

Mariah groans as Ellie takes Mariah’s center in her mouth. Then, to my utter fucking delight, she reaches over with her other hand and clasps my cock overtop my boxers. The contact is so much of a relief that I can’t help but buck my hips in anticipation. I’m so hard it hurts, and if one of them doesn’t help me soon I can’t guarantee I won’t cum in my pants like a teenager.

Ellie pulls the waistband lower and holds my bare flesh; her skin is cool compared to my cock. She squeezes, and I groan, and—

“What are you doing?” Mariah asks.

Ellie’s hand stills.

Mariah looks from Ellie, to me, to my cock, and back. Then, she licks her lips, relaxes into the mattress, and says, “keep going.”  

Ellie’s hand continues its stroking, though it’s slower and more methodical now that she has an audience. I look down to see Mariah eyeing my cock, straining within Ellie’s tight grasp, her long dainty fingers a sharp contrast to the purple head of my dick. Ellie continues licking and sucking at Mariah’s center, one hand between her thighs, pushing in and out with her fingers, and the other hand gliding over my cock. Then, Mariah reaches over and clasps her hand over Ellie’s, wrapping her own fingers around my cock. The both of them squeeze and stroke in unison, and damnit if it isn’t the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. I wish I had a camera so I could take a picture and hang it up in my room, maybe with a plaque beneath it that reads, best day of my life.

Then, it gets fucking better.

Mariah shifts closer to me until her forehead nudges mine. Without asking permission or even telling me what she wants to do, she pushes her lips against mine. I don’t have time to register what’s happening before her tongue is shoving into my mouth. I can’t even say what she’s doing is gentle, or explorative, no— it’s conquering. My mouth is hers, my lips are hers, my tongue is hers, and she can do whatever she wants with them. And she knows it. I kiss her back fervently, ungracefully, not caring if I’m the sloppiest kisser in the world at this point, because that seems it’s exactly what she needs. Once more Mariah starts moaning, her sounds captured by my mouth, as her greedy pussy soaks up all the attention Ellie can give her. The mattress shakes with the force of Ellie’s movements, and down between Mariah’s thighs she makes her own gasping sounds as she chases the high they’re both feeling. Their hands work more intensely over my cock, and fuck, I… I…

Mariah pulls her hand from me, taking Ellie with her, two and a half strokes away from me unleashing an ungodly amount of cum all over my belly. I groan in misery, muffled against Mariah’s mouth, as she moans back in pure fucking ecstasy and cums against Ellie’s mouth and hand. Ellie gives her no respite, chasing her orgasm until Mariah can’t take it any longer, withdrawing from both of us and curling away, tucking her knees to her chest.

I’m gasping for air once more, dizzy from the fucking rollercoaster these two are putting me through. I feel like I’m half conscious, like this tyrannical edging is going to give me permanent fucking brain damage.  

It dawns on me, suddenly. How do girls know when to stop? Until one of them gets carpal tunnel? Jesus Christ. It’s amazing women sleep with men at all when they’re capable of all this on their own. I’m going to have to up my game, add more toys into the mix just to keep things going longer. I’d have came twenty minutes ago if it was just me. I can’t compete with this!

But I can try.

“I have an idea,” I say, my voice low and hoarse.

Ellie perks up. “What’s your idea?”

Mariah tsks. “Does he get any say in all this?”

Ellie shrugs. “We can take it under consideration.”

With a coy roll of her eyes, Mariah turns her head to face me. “Fine.”

“You untie me. I use the toy on Ellie while she uses that…” I eye the ungodly coloured strap-on, “on you.”

Ellie and Mariah regard one another, Ellie’s eyebrows slowly raising while Mariah’s lower.

“Could be fun,” Ellie says.

“Or he could be tricking us into untying him so he can take over,” Mariah warns.

I shake my head. “Promise. No shenanigans. I’ve been good, haven’t I? You can trust me.”

Mariah laughs. “I don’t think we’re at ‘trust’ yet. But I’ll do whatever Ellie wants.”

I look to Ellie, giving her my biggest puppy dog eyes, watching in real time as I melt her hesitation. She sighs. “Fine. But! If you stop listening or try to take over, then you get tied back up and we ignore your cock completely. Understood?”

I nod vigorously. The dull ache in my balls reminds me that last thing my cock wants is to be ignored.

Ellie climbs atop me, giggling as she presses her nearly naked breasts against my face while she unties her knots. It takes every single ounce of my restraint to not reach up with my teeth and undo one of those cute little bows hiding her nipples away from me. Then, when my restraints are released, it’s everything I can do not to bring my hands to her hips and dig my thumbs into the hollow where bone meets belly, just the way she likes it, but I hold myself back. I promised I’d behave, and there’s no fucking way I’m not giving these two women everything they could ever hope for.

Everything they deserve.

Ellie dismounts and gives me space to stand. I roll my shoulders, a little stiff from having them tied behind my back. Then, I swing my feet over the bed and stand, on my way to—

“Crawl.” Mariah demands.

I sigh, looking over my shoulder. “Is that really necessary?”

Mariah says nothing, but points a finger to the ground.

Not wanting to lose my newly discovered freedom quite so fast, I slowly lower to the ground and crawl towards the bag in the corner overflowing with sex toys. Kneeling there, I move past a few dildos, a butt plug, some erotic massage oil, and— yes. Exactly what I need.

I proffer the purple vibrator and grin devilishly at the women, who are cuddled up on the bed and watching my every move with gazes that I can only interpret as admiring. It’s good to know that despite everything I’ve put them through they still find me attractive. I suppose, I wouldn’t be half naked and watching them fuck right now if they didn’t.

I crawl back to the bed and sit atop it. Mariah and Ellie straighten, drawing closer until our three heads are almost touching. “Here’s my idea. Mariah. You, on the bed, missionary. Ellie’s inside you with that—” I gesture to her gaudy strap. “And I’m behind Ellie, with this.” I proffer the vibrator between us, slapping it against my palm.

Ellie and Mariah share a blank look, which slowly morphs to interest.

“Your body, babe,” Mariah coaxes.

Ellie’s cheeks turn pink as she gives a furtive nod. My sweet girl, so afraid of asking for what she wants. I’m happy to give it to her, just like Mariah is.

Before I can do any more dictating of the plan, Mariah cups Ellie’s cheek with her hand and reaches across the space between us to kiss her. I watch, close up, as their soft lips find one another’s, as their tongues slide in and out of their mouths, as their hands reach for familiar soft skin. Tentatively, not wanting to break whatever trust I’ve gleaned, but also not wanting to sit idle, I run my hands gently up each woman’s back. Thankfully, this seems to spur them on rather than dissuade them.

I want to direct them, to tell them where to go and what to do, the dominant side of my wanting to come out to play. But tonight isn’t about me, it’s about them, and I’m not about to  ruin the bit of freedom I’ve gained before I’ve even had a chance to give them what they need.

Mariah leans back slowly, drawing Ellie with her, until she’s lying down and Ellie is kneeling between her legs. Mariah’s thick thighs come up to frame Ellie’s torso, and the pair continue kissing as Ellie begins slowly grinding against Mariah’s plump, wet pussy.

I stifle a groan; there’s no way these two know how fucking sexy they look right now. They’re wrapped up in each other, with no care or consideration for how they look or how someone (me) would feel watching them bring pleasure to each other.

And again, I’m reminded that I’m the luckiest goddamn man alive.

Sitting beside them, my hand moves to Ellie’s waist, stroking and gliding over the soft pale skin between her bra, panties, and the strap crossing over her hips. She doesn’t move away, which coaxes me further, running my hand over the curve of her small, tight ass. Tentatively, I lean closer and plant a kiss on her hip. She lets me. Watching for her reaction, pausing to make sure she stays comfortable with everything I do, I work my way behind her, stroking and kissing her hip, her back, her ass, until I’m kneeling on the bed with Ellie in front of me, and Mariah below her.

I gaze down on the swell of her pussy beneath the thin red fabric of her festive panties, soaked completely through. My cock twitches at the sight, and I long to taste her, to breathe her in, to egg her even further before I use the toy on her.

But I didn’t ask permission for that, and I’m sure as hell not going to interrupt her time with Mariah to ask. I have permission to use the toy, and nothing more. I won’t take something I wasn’t asked to give. Picking up the vibrator from where I’d set it on the bed, I turn it on and it hums to life in my palm.

Slow, methodical, I run the end of the toy up Ellie’s calf, then to her thigh, across one ass cheek to the other, and down the other side. She wriggles in response, getting used to the sensation. I don’t want to overwhelm her, remembering how sensitive her tight little pussy was to attention. I need to be gentle with her, let her warm up to me.

“You ready?” I hear Ellie ask Mariah, a whisper between the two of them. I can’t see Mariah’s reply, but in response Ellie shifts, moving a hand between her legs, and taking hold of the strap-on. I lean to the side to try and get a better view and am able to watch from behind as Ellie glides the tip of her candy-cane cock through Mariah’s folds, over her clit, down to her entrance, and back up. She circles once, twice, three times, and each time Mariah grips the bedsheets and arches her back. Jesus, I thought I was getting teased. Finally, Ellie grants Mariah some release, sliding the tip of her fake cock into Mariah. Ellie and I are greeted by a delicious moan as Ellie slides all the way in with just three languid strokes. Mariah welcomes her in with no hesitation, her pussy eager and greedy as always. Fuck, I love her pussy.

I turn my attention back to Ellie. Fuck, I love her pussy, too. Both so different, and yet so beautiful. Like two varieties of flowers, with their own unique petals and fragrances, tastes and textures. If I had to decide between which one Iiked more, I honestly couldn’t. Which is why I’m here, right now.

Fuck am I the luckiest goddamn man on the planet.

Gently, I draw the vibrator from Ellie’s tummy, up to the apex of her thighs, across her clit, to her center. She wriggles in response, as if trying to escape. I hold onto her with one hand as I continue stroking her with the toy. Ellie moves slowly with Mariah, thrusting in and out, and I keep my pace alongside with the toy, following her pace. Finally, I feel she might be ready. Pulling her panties to the side, I suck in a sharp breath. Goddamn she’s so fucking beautiful. My mouth waters at the sight of her, plump and ready and damp, and fuck.

Keep it together.

I press the vibrator against her entrance and Ellie stills, sucking in a gasping breath.

“Shhh,” I say. “I got you, babe.”

My words seem to calm her, and she settles back into her rhythm with Mariah. I continue to press the vibrator against her entrance, complimenting her, praising her, telling her what a good girl she’s being, how beautiful she is, how she’s opening for me so well. The words of affirmation work, and after several long moments of drawing the vibrator in and out, in and out, she’s able to take the whole thing up to the hilt.

Ellie moans and gasps as I fuck her with the toy, moving in synch with her thrusts with Mariah. Mariah is groaning low in her throat, her hands coming up to Ellie’s hips and gripping her hard, enticing her to fuck her harder and deeper. Ellie picks up her pace, thrusting faster, harder, and deeper, and I keep up with Ellie, meeting them exactly where they are.

“I can feel it, too,” Mariah gasps.

Ellie can only respond in a choked gasp. She’s close, but she’s not there yet. She needs more. One hand continuing its pace with the vibrator, I reach down and in between Ellie’s thighs, my hand grazing Mariah’s as I do. Flattening my fingertips, I find Ellie’s swollen clit and begin massaging in firm circles. Mariah reaches up and grips my bicep with one hand, her other still on Ellie’s hip. And Jesus, the three of us together like this, moving as one, with a single unified goal, it’s…

Ellie’s moans become breathy squeaks. She begins shaking, her thrusts frenzied and out of synch. She’s losing control. I press my hips against hers and begin thrusting for her, taking over with my own pace, the vibrator held by my hand against my hip for support and my other hand maintaining the pace she seems to like. Ellie’s whole body convulses as she loses control, barely able to stay overtop Mariah as she succumbs completely to her orgasm. I take over for her, pushing her on to the point of breaking, until she’s shrieking and crying and gasping. The relentless onslaught of my thrusts, paired by Ellie’s orgasm, brings Mariah over the edge, and she joins Ellie in a loud, sharp release.

Finally, Mariah lets go of my bicep, pushing me away. I withdraw the vibrator from Ellie, which causes Ellie to pull out of Mariah, and the pair collapse next to one another in a shivering heap.

I give my head a shake. Those noises Ellie made just now… they’re completely unfamiliar to me. “Were you… faking your orgasm before?” I ask, incredulous.

Ellie covers her face with a hand. “Maybe?”

I can’t help but chuckle. “You’re a damn good actress.”

Mariah laughs, too. “She definitely is.”

I prop myself onto an elbow and regard Ellie, who is nuzzled against Mariah, still recovering. “I’m sorry you felt you had to do that.”

Ellie responds with a shrug. “I did it with everyone I was with. Well—” she looks to Mariah, a coy smile meeting her lips. “Almost everyone.”

Mariah tenderly tucks a strand of hair over Ellie’s ear. “Not anymore you don’t.”

“I’m sorry you felt you had to,” I admit, feeling a bit sheepish. Did she feel she needed to, for my sake? I look to Mariah, alarm coursing through me. “Wait, did you fake it, too?”

Mariah laughs again. “No, I didn’t. I’ve always been very… responsive.”

I bite my lip, remembering all the fun we’d had, those late nights and early mornings, all the furniture in my house we’ve desecrated. “That, you have been.”

Mariah looks from me to Ellie, who is all but purring next to her. “What do you think, my love?” She asks. “Has he earned the privilege of his release?”

Ellie bites her lip. “He has been a very good boy.”

Mariah huffs. “Yes, but he is trying to make up for past mistakes. Should we send him home with the worst case of blue balls in history?”

Please, no. Please, please, please…

Ellie considers this for a long moment, weighing my fate in her dainty little hands. “I like your idea. But, I do think it would be a shame if we don’t end our time together with something even more memorable.” The women’s eyes move to the eternally erect candcane strap between her thighs.

I swallow hard, not sure which option is worse.

Mariah looks to me. “It’s your asshole. Tell me, Matthew Jackson. What would you prefer?”

At least they aren’t above consent. I consider both realities, one in which I go home and jerk off in the shower all by myself while recalling every single moment of my time with these two incredible women. Or, I trust them to take me further than anyone else ever has. I may never get an opportunity like this again. Besides, if I turn them down then the curiosity will haunt me forever.

“I want to stay,” I say, trying my damndest to keep my voice low and even. I’m scared shitless, but also intrigued, and my cock, still at eighty percent, would never forgive me if I left now.

Mariah pulls Ellie in for a kiss, and I watch once more, rapt, as their soft lips and tongue begin their dance. Then, Mariah parts her lips from Ellie’s and turns to me, pulling me into a kiss. This time I’m ready for it, pushing back with all the longing and lust that’s been pent up in my system since long before I walked through these doors. Just as Mariah and I find our rhythm she pulls away, then tugs Ellie and I together, orchestrating us both. Ellie’s lips are thinner than Mariah’s, but she’s just as eager, and the juxtaposition of these two weaves its way into my core in a heady, intoxicating mix.

Mariah gently pries us apart, then gestures for me to move further down on the bed. I do as I’m told, getting used to being bossed and ordered around. In all of my other exchanges with women, including Mariah, I’ve been the dominant one, and it’s refreshing to transfer the power to someone else for once. I do as I’m told, keeling on the mattress at the foot of the bed while Mariah turns herself around, laying down and preparing for a sixty-nine. Ellie gets up from her place and comes around behind me. She reaches her arms around my torso, hands finding my cock, and gives me three gentle strokes from base to tip, drawing out a long bead of precum.

“Mmm,” Mariah moans. “Bring that here. I want to taste it.”

You don’t have to ask me twice. I lower onto my hands and knees, and Mariah and I arrange ourselves until my cock is beneath her mouth. She begins licking and sucking the tip, and I can’t help but jolt and gasp from the attention I’ve been starved of thus far.

Ellie is behind me, her hands moving over my abs, across my hips, then my ass. My cheeks squeeze in anticipation, and my pulse quickens, remembering what’s about to happen.

“Relax,” she says. “I’m using a lot of lubricant, and I’ll go slow. And if you want us to stop, just say the code word.”

I rack my brain for it, the start of our night together already feeling like a lifetime ago. “Boxing day?”

She laughs. “That’s right.”

I nod. “Okay.”

Ellie continues rubbing one hand over my shoulder blades, down my spine, to my hip, while Mariah teases the tip of my cock with her tongue. Then, I feel it— the tip of the phallus, slippery and slightly cool, against my ass cheek. I tense, my back arching protectively. She continues to slide it closer, until it’s notched between my cheeks, then slides it up and down, staying away from my entrance for now.

After a moment, my body becomes used to this sensation, and I feel my posture become more comfortable. It helps that Mariah is a fucking magician with her tongue. I could probably cum from her mouth alone, just like this, but she’s careful not to give me too much suction or friction, keeping me in a state of desperate teasing rather than approaching my climax.

Ellie’s fake phallus slides lower, across my anus, to the place behind my balls. She pokes there, sliding in and out against my taint, and my whole body shivers from the new sensation. I… I like this. I like it a lot.

“More,” I rasp.

Ellie responds by shifting the phallus back up, right against the hole. It’s so slick with lube that she barely has to move before it begins pushing its way inside. This sensation, however, is a mix of both pleasure and panic. There’s something carnal about being used in this way, of my most sensitive, secret place becoming exposed and open. I feel desperate and needy, trapped and aroused, excited and fearful— like approaching the edge of a high dive.

My heart is pounding so loud in my chest it’s all I can hear. I’m a bundle of nerves and sensations and all I can think about is cumming like this, sandwiched between these two women, in a place of both dominance and submission.

I give Ellie a slight nod. Her small hand grips my hip in the same way I’ve done a thousand times to a hundred different women. I can’t help but squirm in her grasp, the last dying breaths of my fear clinging to me in a desperate act of self preservation. Ellie, unable to work her way inside with me moving so much, becomes frustrated.

There’s a sudden stinging smack to my ass as Ellie loses her patience. “Quit it,” she commands, her voice strong and assured. Something about the way she says it makes me feel calmer, like I can trust her with taking control. She’s not uncertain, she’s not afraid, and she can lead me to wherever I need to go.

Finally, Ellie pushes past my entrance, and Jesus fuck this is a weird feeling. Not bad, but not good, either.

“Breathe,” she reminds me.

I try to suck in a breath, but goddamn is this fucking weird. Mariah’s mouth on my cock, sloppy and wet and teasing and sucking, is the most fucked up counter to everything else I’m feeling. It is grounding, though, having something familiar and pleasant happening to my cock while I get used to this new sensation. After a moment my body acclimatizes and I do, indeed, take a real breath, the muscles of my body relaxing with it. Ellie waits for this moment before sliding slightly out, then further in. I take another inch in a gasping, toe curling breath. She repeats this process, me making all sorts of whimpering gasping sounds as she goes, my body torn between torture and pain and pleasure and ecstasy.

Finally, I feel her hips come flush with my ass, and my anus clenches around her. I’ve never in my life been stretched or full and it comes with all sorts of mental gymnastics that I’ll have to sort out later, when I’m alone and recovering from this.

I can’t say that I love it. Not yet. But I also don’t hate it.

Then, Ellie begins thrusting. And fuck… My mind goes completely blank. I’m a bundle of nerves and sensations. I feel like I’ve been hooked up to a car battery, and Ellie and Mariah are pumping the gas and turning the ignition to start my engine— but when it finally does start, I’ll combust in a display of fire and heat and noise and.

Oh. Oh fuck.

Mariah’s lips fasten securely around my cock and she tilts her head back to take more of me in. I feel the head of my dick press against the back of her throat, the soft, warm, wetness there, the tightness of her throat, plus the fullness of Ellie behind me, and—

Ellie thrusts, just then, pushing me all the way into Mariah’s throat. Her throat constricts over my cock, which matches my ass clenching over Ellie’s strap, and it’s the most intense sensation I’ve ever felt in my entire life. Ellie thrusts harder and faster, fucking me in the ass and forcing me to fuck Mariah’s throat. Mariah is writhing beneath me, fucking herself with her fingers and making an absolute mess on the bed before me, and Ellie is behind me with her gasping breaths in my ears, and fuck…

Fuck!

I have no idea the sounds I make. I have no idea how I stay upright. My entire body is electrocuted with an orgasm light a lightning strike. I convulse between them, my limbs shaking and trembling, my ass clenching so hard around the strap as Mariah’s throat does the same to my cock. We ride my release until the sounds I’m making become hoarse and shrill and black enters my vision and I become dizzy.

Finally, Mariah needs to breathe. She pushes me away with her hands and Ellie tugs me gently back. I lean on all fours as my vision swims and little black dots dance in my vision, my skin tingling in iridescent waves of pleasure aftershocks.

Carefully, Ellie extracts herself from me, being so slow and gentle. When she’s out, she steps away for a few moments to remove the strap. While she’s gone, I manage to lay out on the back, stretching long, absolutely fucking devastated.

I’m barely aware of my surroundings, like in some sort of mirage. My consciousness begins to float back to me, and I’m slowly made aware of Mariah cuddling up to me on my left as Ellie tucks herself onto my right. Each of my shoulders becomes a resting place for the women’s heads, and they reach across my chest to hold one another.

I sigh, beyond contented. I had held out hope that something like this would happen, though I never expected it to be even half this amazing. The only downside is that it’s over now. These two will be leaving Chilliwack, moving on with their own separate lives. And I’ll be back here, stuck in the same rut I’ve always been in.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” I muse.

Mariah hums in her throat. “We have bigger and better things ahead of us.”

“Ouch,” I joke, making my cock flex in mock offense.

Ellie giggles, then snuggles in a bit closer, tightening her grip on Mariah’s arm. “You never know what the future will hold. Maybe, some day, we’ll be all together again.”

I kiss Ellie on the cheek, then Mariah. A future with all of us together, like this? I can’t imagine something so perfect.

THE END.