A Long, Hard Life

Once I had a love and it was divine
Soon found out I was losing my mind
It seemed like the real thing, but I was so blind
Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind

In between
What I find is pleasing and I'm feeling fine
Love is so confusing there's no peace of mind
If I fear I'm losing you. it's just no good
You teasing like you do

Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind

Lost inside
Adorable illusion and I cannot hide
I'm the one you're using, please don't push me aside
We coulda made it cruising, yeah

– "Heart of Glass" by Blondie 

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"If the devil drives you, you have no choice but to go." – William Shakespeare

"This should give us more room to play with, right?" Zeke pulled some of the sectionals from the seating group into the open floor. I watched as the hot ginger snack cake orchestrated his own fate with infectious enthusiasm. He bounced on his feet like an exuberant puppy, drawing a grin of sheer delight from my heart.

I watched him work as I stood naked, my arms crossed. I pursed my lips against the urge to giggle at Zeke's lusty energy. All thought of fucking me appeared to vanish from his mind.

At that moment, though, Zeke had thoroughly distracted me from my princes. I would have dropped everything had I known what they were thinking.

Sullen jealousy and hurt cast deep shadows in Emil's bright blue eyes. His elder brother stepped close enough to share body heat. Anton brushed his fingers inside those of his baby brother until Emil laced their fingers together. Baby Brother squeezed tight, spurring Anton to take action.

"Zeke, there is an ottoman in each of the bedrooms that is the perfect height."

"Bang on it, mate!" The Aussie snack cake jumped to work.

"Chonay, a word, please?"

"Of course," I joined the brothers and saw how tightly Anton held Emil's hand. I looked between them with concern writ upon my brow.

"What's wrong?"

"You left us out." Emil glared.

"It was like you and Zeke were in another world. Would you like us to give you privacy?" Anton sounded reasonable but his words chilled my blood.

I opened my mouth to protest but my brain conveniently played back how I did exactly what they said. I stood stunned for a moment as I considered what to do. I vowed complete honesty to myself and I owed them no less.

"I did, I totally left you out." I confessed in sad resignation. "I assumed–it doesn't matter what I assumed. I am so sorry," I reached for Emil. He allowed me to draw him into a powerful hug. He rested his chin on top of my head. I took a step back and pulled him down. I reached for Anton until our three cheeks touched. I brushed our lips together and kissed each of them with every iota of love contained within my being. When I reached that limit, I drew more from the depth of my soul. I willed them to feel my contrition. I gave them reason to question my devotion to them and it was my responsibility to mend that hurt. I twined our fingers together and kissed their knuckles.

"What can I do?" I begged with my eyes.

"Well…." Emil's slowly dawning smile lit my soul with happiness. "You can start by sharing the hot ginger snack cake."

"Of course I'm sharing the hot ginger snack cake!"

He beamed with satisfaction so I turned my hazel gaze to Anton. He looked stern. "Fix it."

"I'm sorry?" I frowned.

"You fucked up. You fix it. I will tell you when -or if- it is enough."

"Is this a private party or can any bloke get in on this action?" Zeke spoke from behind me. He bounced into the dining room, eager to get on with things.

In response, I threaded my fingers through sinfully soft blonde hair on both sides and pulled my lovers into a three-way kiss that curled my toes with intense desire.

I lost myself in the ocean blue depth of emotion in Anton and Emil's eyes. Nothing compared to this feeling between us. The wisdom of the ages declared one lucky to find true, abiding love once in a lifetime. Lightning struck twice in my favor for the most unimaginably fucked up reason. Whatever the case, I would die before letting this -letting them- go.

Is it love or obsession? An anxious thread of doubt wormed into my thoughts. I shoved it aside and got to work on my penance.

I turned in place while keeping my hands on my blonde demigods. They stood to their full height as I did so. I took in that moment in minute detail. I had never before felt so beautiful, so powerful as when we presented a united front.

The tapered pads of my digits glided across the smooth tan skin of their throats. My fingers splayed wide to encompass the swell of their powerful chests. My thumbnails raked their tender nipple flesh. My arms fell to my sides with a flourish as I finished my turn, allowing my palms to glide down muscular, venous forearms. We laced our fingers together as Zeke looked on with his jaw hanging open.

I pulled my princes' arms around my waist and broke into a trembling sweat as they pressed into my backside. Twin spears of throbbing hot, masculine sex probed hungrily inside my anal cleft. It took every erg of willpower I possessed to resist falling to my knees and hiking my ass on the spot. I succeeded, but only in part.

I clenched their cocks between my fleshy cheeks and savored as their thick, syrupy essence seeped into my anal ring. Their combined juices wormed insistently through the tiny folds of skin forming my rectum, rendering resistance pointless. Soon evidence of their excitement dripped from my balls. Meanwhile, my rampant cock stabbed the air with purpose. The fluid of my arousal dripped in long sticky strings before Zeke's eyes. He licked his lips with anticipation, then his expression changed.

The hot, ginger snack cake suddenly grew conscious that he stood alone against three muscular, very horny men. Uncertainty flickered in his eyes for the first time as I drew my men to stalk him at my side. Something occurred to me at that moment and I had to know.

"Come now, Zeke," I flashed a predatory smile. "You knew the risk you were taking when you came here alone. You've heard the stories about jaded and perverted rich people. You've seen the headlines, innocent teenage girl accuses Danish princes of gang rape. Young actor alleges he was drugged and seduced against his will at a Hollywood party. You were hoping for it, begging us, you helpfully set the stage for us. You told us about your money woes out of what, guilt? You aren't a professional, I can see your heart isn't in it. It'll help if you come clean. Who paid you?"

"Fuck," Zeke tugged the forelock of his hair. That one word, the gust of frustration and self-loathing spoke volumes.

"WHO PAID YOU!!!" Anton exploded with a voice of command and Zeke's resolve collapsed.

"I don't know!" He hung his head mournfully. "This bloke offers $500 to land you gents, five grand if I kiss and tell, 15 if I provide recorded evidence. It seemed easy enough, right? No one gets hurt and I get a college education. Then we get to talking and I get to know you better. It didn't feel right anymore. We were really having fun, right? You treat me like I'm real, like I matter. Fuck all, gents, but I'm sorry! I'll show myself out." He slinked away.

"Oh, no, not so easy." I caught him back. "If you're telling the truth, how would you like to turn the table against the asshole who played you and maybe come out ahead?"

Anton smiled as Emil looked surprised. Zeke broke into a darling, larcenously inclined grin. The bouncy puppy inside him came back with a vengeance, eager to please.

"Whatcha have in mind, mate?"

"We'll discuss details later. For now, I want to eat your sweet, scrumptious little red ass."

"You still–!!!" He blurted giddily at his good fortune. "You still want me?"

"I might, but I get only one vote. Gentlemen?" I looked to my princes for their decision.

"Nothing says he won't sell us out anyway." Emil glowered.

"He can do that regardless." I pointed out. "Zeke has an opportunity to profit long term by showing good character."

I winked as Zeke blurted out, "Long term–?"

"We're taking a huge risk." Anton asserted. "We give him what he wants, he sells out, he walks away leaving us with another PR disaster."

"I remind you that we orchestrate half of those disasters." I poked him and Anton laughed. I fingered Zeke's ass idly and he leaned into it.

I saw we were going nowhere and heaved a sigh. "I was hoping to have time to think this through and consult with you in private but I see a need to do it now. Bear with me because I'm making shit up as I go."

I gathered my thoughts. "Zeke is a Boy in desperate need of a Man, that is glaringly obvious to me and I know nothing about Dominant/submissive culture. I propose that Anton take him on. Zeke joins us. He is in it with us. We provide for his future and give him a lifestyle he could only dream about."

Zeke gave me a look of stupefied shock while Anton shut me down. "No." He answered with terse finality. "If anyone becomes his Man, it will be you, Chonay."

Zeke shifted his gawking amazement to the elder prince. I took a step back, "Me–??? I don't know the first thing about taking care of a Boy!"

"He clicked with you, Chonay. He brought out your Dom instincts. You have much to learn but you know what is important. Even now you show ownership and he accepts."

I looked down. I had wormed two fingers inside Zeke's moist, clutching little hole and he leaned against me, his gaze having turned feverish with need.

I pulled Zeke into my embrace and he melted into me. I felt trembling in his muscles, he was terrified and covering it. I shushed him quietly. "Nobody is getting hurt, tonight, sweetheart. The worst thing that might happen is that you go home with blue balls."

"It isn't that," he said softly. "You were about to give me away."

"Oh, honey!" I tightened my hold on him. "I'm fucking up with everyone tonight! I'm sorry! I thought–it doesn't matter what I thought, I fucked up. I am never giving you up!"

I drew back, "Do you know what the hell we're talking about?"

"Some," he revealed. "I've been around, right? I know I'm submissive. I've had Doms but nothing ever 'clicked' until tonight. There is just something in the way you talk to me, in the way you touch me. I just want it, right? I shouldn't give a fly's fart what you want but I do. I don't know what's going on in my head, mate. I just know that–" he looked me dead in the eye and poured out his soul. "I need this! I don't know what it is but it's more than I've had so far. I'm willing to see where it takes me."

"Say it," I spoke with command and he responded with an excited hitch of breath.

"I want this. Wherever it takes me."

You want to be my Boy, say it."

"I want to be your Boy."

"You freely, knowingly, joyfully surrender all authority to me. I command you in all ways, in all things, from this moment forth."

He repeated my words with the gravity of a solemn vow. His grip on my hand tightened and to my astonishment, he looked hopeful, relieved.

"You may back out at any time, for any reason, but that will be the end for us. No second chances, do you understand this?"

"I do," he nodded.

I thought back to my words in the limo. This seemed like the time. My conscience demanded it. "Before I accept, you should know something about me. It might make a difference to you."

"All right,"

I felt as Anton and Emil drew closer. They put their hands on me. I needed their strength. I looked into Zeke's ethereal blue eyes and uttered the damning words.

"I'm not a man, Zeke. I'm intersex."

"Bah-wuh–?" He scrunched up his face in confusion. "You've got a nice set of cock and balls on you, mate."

"I do, and I have tits. I keep them flat with diet and exercise. I have a menstrual cycle without having a uterus. There is more but I take medicine for it."

"You have tits?" Zeke slowly smiled while caressing my nipples. My eyes fluttered closed and I drew perilously close to forgetting why we were here.

"Aw, mate, now I want to see 'em, feel 'em, maybe -no definitely- suck on 'em for a while–!"

"See! We're not the only ones, thank you!" Emil burst out in passionate vindication and I laughed.

"You don't mind?" I asked. Zeke waved off my concern.

"I prefer blokes, but sometimes they have lady friends, right? I don't do labels. I'm just 'sexual'."

I slumped with relief and sank my fingers tightly in Zeke's hair. He paid attention at once.

I kept one arm possessively around Zeke while extending my hand to my princes. "You are my heart, my love, nothing comes before you. I can't -I won't- do this without your knowing, joyful consent."

Anton took my hand without hesitation. Emil held back, "As long as I get the ginger snack cake too."

Zeke burst into a silly grin as I confirmed Emil's desire. "I am his Man. I alone make decisions for him, but you are my love, what is mine is yours."

"Oh, this is going to be fun!" Emil placed his hand on top of Anton's and I finished taking Zeke.

"You are mine by your knowing, willing, joyful consent. I am your Man. I will love you. I will care for your needs. I will see that you remain happy, healthy, sane, and whole. I will see to your education and your prosperity. What is yours is mine. You have no property from this moment forth. You will take no lovers without my knowledge or permission. If you accept these terms without conditions then repeat them."

"I, wow, shit is getting real!" Zeke repeated my words, chasing his figurative rabbit down the hole.

I felt something as he finished, a thrilling tingle down my spine. A veritable stranger placed his life in my hands, chasing an elusive feeling that seemed more important than breathing. I knew this feeling six months ago and so far, I regretted nothing.

I snapped my fingers and pointed at the floor. "On your hands and knees, Boy. I am going to Eat. Your. Ass!"

"YES SIR!!!"

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Author Note: I write in a fantasy world where sexually transmitted diseases do not exist but in the real world, PrEP before you play and glove it before you love it. Carry on gentlemen!