You've worn cuffs for me and laughed while I held you down. I asked you to fuck Sarah while I beat her and you did it with a smile. I think you're ready to be pushed. And this is what I would do to you.

It takes place in a hotel room, and when you get there and knock on the door you can hear a moan, then laughter. I fling open the door, pull you inside, kiss you. All of me smells like cunt. And Sarah kisses you too, smelling the same way. We are taking your clothes off. We are pulling you to the bed.

This is the light part, the silly part, kissing and stroking and giggling, hands and elbows and knees everywhere. Saying hello. Saying, "I love you both, I missed you, I am so happy to see you." You don't know quite what we have planned for you. Are you nervous? Are you pretending not to be? You look at the red-and-black collar I've already put on Sarah and I wonder what you're thinking.

We discuss safewords. Green, yellow, red. I act like we might need them. I look you in the eye, hard, and your gaze slides away, comes back to mine, slides away again. I quirk an eyebrow at Sarah, and we pass a slow smile between us. That's what we like to see.

We start out slow, you stretched on your stomach on the bed. She breaks out the lotion and we rub it into your thirsty skin, finding the knots in your muscles, pressing hard and steadily. We knead you for a long time, slowing occasionally to kiss, to rub a little lotion into our breasts and look at each other knowingly, two pairs of hungry eyes flashing behind bookish glasses. We wait until your breathing changes, until I think you're drifting a little, snapped back only by the sound of our tongues in each other's mouths.

Now we pull you up gently, perch you sitting on the edge of the bed. We tie a blindfold around your eyes, kiss your mouth, your body, your hardening cock. She sits behind you and pulls you back against her so you're leaning, cradled there, and she nibbles on your neck and your ears while I take you in my mouth, suck you into my throat. Ah, but this is only an appetizer. Is that your mouth opening to make a joke when I rise to look at you? "Shhhh," I tell you, and lay my fingers lightly on your lips.

When you're good and hard we navigate you blind onto the floor, where there's a pillow waiting for your knees. Sarah pulls your upper body into her lap, your head resting on her thighs, the scent of her strong and overwhelming. We watch you breathe deeply, and smile at each other, lick our lips. I am rubbing your shoulders vigorously, scratching a little, bringing the blood up to the surface, and then I press against you and reach around your body to pump your cock. You make a noise of pleasure, your hips move. I think you're ready now. I reach for the flogger, drag the soft leather straps over your back, then take them away and strike my own back suddenly, making the distinctive thwap. Do you jump at the sound? Can I make you learn to?

Today I'll go easy on you. I beat your upper back lightly, steadily, the blows an extension of the massage we just gave you. And when I pause again to stroke your cock, Sarah opens her legs and tilts her pelvis up, guiding your mouth to her cunt. Your cock grows harder in my hand as I lean to the side to watch your tongue disappear into her, her head leaning back in pleasure. She's moaning too now, and I return to the flogging, a steady rhythm, not hard, not intending to cause any real pain. I beat you until my aim starts to suffer and I cover your back with kisses instead, then reach up to pinch Sarah's nipples, run my hands lightly over her thighs. We stay that way for a while, enjoying her, her pale skin flushed from your skillful tonguing, her hair tumbling over her shoulders, the rings on her collar catching the sunlight from the window.

But it's still your turn, and when I nod she tugs you up onto the bed again, laying you flat on your stomach. We pull up a sheet and a blanket to cover your lower body while she strokes your hair, murmuring to you. And I really enjoy this part, because the cloth will protect you from the sting, and I beat you as I hard as I can. Soon your hips are moving against the bed and I am breathing deeply, moving my own hips to keep the rhythm, imagining the warmth spreading through your pelvis as the flogger comes down on your buttocks and thighs, communicating force but easy on the skin. I beat you until my arm starts to burn, until I start to use my other hand to guide the flogger and correct my aim. And do you like it? I certainly do. And so does she. I grin at her and my mouth feels full of a thousand sharp teeth. I think of beating her like this, without the blanket in the way. She blanches, but she meets my eyes, her lips parted. Her turn later. Yes.

When you are well and thoroughly pummeled we uncover you again. Maybe you are more than a bit limp now except for the rod between your legs, and we pull you onto your hands and knees and give that a nice hard suck for good measure. She sits in front of you and takes off your blindfold, kisses you, encourages you. Something is about to happen and you don't know quite what. But you have your suspicions, especially when I push on your inner thighs, coax them further apart. She's caressing your head and neck, offering her breasts to kiss, her glasses tossed aside. Behind you I am shuffling through a bag, and she is keeping you too busy to see what I'm doing. Tension. Waiting. Keep kissing her, love. Then there's a wet sound, and I'm rubbing your anus with my thumb, coating it with lubricant, and my other hand is reaching between your legs to stroke your balls and cock. I ask you if you're still okay, and when you say yes I insert the tip of my thumb just a bit. I test the resistance carefully, pushing gently on your walls. "Take a deep breath, clench hard, then exhale and relax," I tell you, and when you do the thumb slides in further. Your muscles tighten again, and I wait; they release. I whisper encouragement to you. In front of you I can see her propping herself up on pillows, pulling your head down to her cunt again. Oh, the delicate virgin ass of a straight man.

Busy again, distracted. My thumb goes away but maybe you don't hear the sound of a condom being opened or guess what I'm doing until you feel the sheathed and lubed toy pressed against your opening. I nod at her and she pulls your head away, strokes you. "Tell me if this is uncomfortable," I say, and then I'm pressing gently, moving the plug in a circle. "Relax, sweetheart." And then the first bead disappears inside, I hear you gasp, see your hands clutch at her. I stroke you again, rub your slick foreskin over the head of your cock, purr at you. Then, again the pressure, watching your breathing. I think this is not easy for you, but I can't see your eyes and your cock is still hard, and then the second bead disappears and you moan. I move to your side, slide underneath you to reach your cock with my mouth, and you thrust with a convulsive movement. There's a wet sound and I can't see, but by the noises Sarah's making I suspect it's the sound of your fingers in her. I won't let you get close yet, though. The plug has another half-inch to go. And I move back behind you and push it in to the base, making you shudder. You're clinging to her now as if for a dear life, your mouth between her legs, lost in sensation. I look at her, but her eyes are closed. Oh oh oh. Now for the best part.

I don't turn it on until it's already resting against the plug, but then I move the dial to the lowest level and send vibrations deep into you. You make a sound I've never heard you make before, startled, almost outraged, the sensation intense enough perhaps so you don't know whether or not you like it. And I can see you resting your forehead on her thigh, just breathing; she's stroking your hair again. We both see you relax, and then she slides under you to take you in her mouth, presenting her cunt to your lips. I watch, holding the vibrator in place, and blood beats in my pelvis. You don't know it, but I'm touching myself now too, not quite daring to make myself climax.

I know she loves me because she doesn't let you finish that way. You're trembling on the brink but Sarah stops and reaches her hand out to me, and I put a condom in it. She rolls it on you, and by your ragged breathing I think maybe you're so out of it you're not quite sure what she's doing, not sure what it means. Then she's wriggling out from under you, taking the vibrator from me, and I've slid into her place only upside down, looking into your face: "Come here, Liam, love." And I guide you into me and wrap my legs around you, and am not the least bit surprised when you immediately, loudly, sobbingly come. You are so gone that you collapse onto me with your full weight, but I don't mind. It is just what I wanted: you, without your art.

We are all quiet for a while after that, removing the plug gently, cleaning up with warm washcloths, and then settling down into bed with you sandwiched in the middle. My fingers are intertwined with Sarah's; you are sleepy, sighing, drifting. Perhaps we will entertain you soon by letting you watch while we get each other off. I know you'd like that. Almost as much as we will.

Was that cruel, what we did to you?

And if it was, can we do it again?