Becoming an Obedient Submissive: Chapter 3

(NOTE: Small heads up for this chapter. I kinda got on a roll and the chapter turned out way too long so I am splitting it in two. A lot of characters get introduced here so this is a very busy chapter at times too but hey I was having fun. I will also be adding a small content warning at the beginning of the second half so please look at that before reading onwards when you open the second half.)

Characters- (All characters are 18 or older and entirely fictional-)

S-23
Marcos-24
Kai-23
Oliver-25
Mariano- 23
Monty- 25
Grey- 23
Malcolm- 27
Michael-27
Hadi-26
Pierre-24
Javi-24
Sky-24
Arlo- 23
Lei- 25

Chapter 3.0

After all the fun he had with Kai and Marcos, it wasn’t that hard for me to drift off into a deep sleep. It was a blast of course but it had also left me thoroughly and completely worn out. I wasn’t sure when it happened but eventually, while sandwiched between two beautiful men and their very warm and tone bodies, I just drifted off to sleep. When I eventually woke up I was lying down flat on the couch covered in a thick warm blanket. The warmth of the men next to me was replaced by a thick blanket that was nice but not nearly as satisfying as my previous sources of heat. I put a hand up to my face expecting a mess but it was all clean. So was my chest and my hair. I put a hand on his shirt and realized it wasn’t the one had worn when I got here. This was a tight white sleeveless crop top that went down to my midsection. I tried to read what it said with my sleepy eyes and blushed when I realized it was just “Slut”

In the back of my brain, I couldn’t help but think “Well I guess they aren’t wrong.”

My hand slipped down to my waist and I felt a skirt, but not the one I was wearing before. I had worn that one so many times I knew what it felt like, this one was softer and shorter. It barely covered my crotch in the front and it certainly didn’t cover the bottom half of my ass. I felt below that and found I was also wearing gf different underwear. I was pretty sure it was a pair of really small briefs, almost a thong at that point. it barely covered my ass in the back. I felt a little farther down and realized, yep, my socks had also been changed. There were no more fishnets and black stockings just a pair of long white socks that went up to my thigh.

I moved a little bit to get more comfy and realized another thing was missing. I quickly moved a hand to his ass and pressed over my hole. I expected the resistance of a rubber butt plug but there was nothing, The toy was gone. Whoever had changed me had taken that as well. My dick seemed pleased with the freedom but my ass felt empty and like it wanted something there again. I bit my lip and fought the urge to start fingering myself, to replace that emptiness. I quickly resisted, I hadn’t gotten permission no matter how much I wanted to do it.

It was at this moment I realized that I could hear some noise nearby. It sounded like quiet moaning and a dull slurping sound coming from behind me. I rolled over and saw something I hadn’t expected to wake up to (or maybe I did, knowing Marcos at this point.) Reclining in a soft sofa chair was Marcos, he had ditched his clothes except for a tight sleeveless t-shirt that showed off every muscle on his body. He had one hand at his mouth where he was biting a finger and muffling moans. The other had its fingers firmly laced in dark black medium-length hair. Most of the hair had been tied up in a man bun but the rest cascaded down either side of the person's head. Marcos had a firm grip around the bun and was using it for leverage.

I let my eyes wander to the whole body of whoever it was on their hands and knees. He hadn't seen Kai naked before, the whole time I had been around him the only person truly close to naked had been myself (even if only partially.) however it wasn’t hard to guess that it was him. He had several tattoos on his back and right arm and probably a few on his chest but I couldn’t tell from this angle. I had seen several of the tattoos when Marcos first brought Kai into the room and recognized them now. I flicked my eyes up to Marcos, I couldn’t remember if I had seen tattoos on him. I saw a few on Marcos peaking past his black sleeveless shirt. I couldn’t tell what they were at the moment, I would have to study them later.

I heard Kai moan around Marcos and my eyes quickly focused back on his Kai. He had his hands placed on the floor, his knees spread apart as they rested on the ground and his back arched as he obediently bobbed up and down following Marcos’ guiding hand. The only thing he wore was a black skirt. It was mine. He was wearing my skirt. I felt myself growing hard as I stared at the skirt that barely covered Kai. Kai was taller and much more muscular and toned. The skirt was for someone of a smaller frame. From where S sat he could see Kai’s ass peaking out underneath. He recognized the dark blue color of a plug-in Kai’s ass. He was also wearing my plug.

As S watched his dick strained more and more against the tight pair of briefs he wore. God they were tight, it felt like his cock was in a prison and couldn’t escape.

“Oh baby your throat feels so good. Do you know how good you feel?” Marcos pulled Kai off his dick to answer. Kai gasped for air for a second and breathed in before answering.

“Yes, daddy. My throat is made for you.” Marcos smiled and immediately pushed him back down to throat his whole cock once more. Kai was submitting to Marcos. Kai had talked about being dominated by Marcos before but had claimed to not do it often, yet, here he was. If this was an infrequent occurrence, I was a little happy to get to see this side while he could. (Part of me doubted that this wasn’t a common thing for Kai. He seemed a little too stubborn and proud to admit that this is what he actually wanted all this time.)

I continued to watch as Marcos called Kai obscene names and roughly thrust into his gaping mouth. I watched with fascination and curiosity and took it all in. This was how I looked only a few hours ago. It was so beautiful and erotic and just plain hot. Fully submitted to someone else in such a vulnerable and unmistakeable position. I mean, what else are you doing on your hands and knees in between someone’s legs?

“Why was I ever embarrassed to be seen like this?” I thought. Sure I was doing something obscene but I was bringing someone so much pleasure. Pleasure that only I could bring them. If people saw me, they’d see me making someone else writhe as I brought them to completion. They’d see me listening to the orders of my Dom and following instructions. If the Dom wasn’t embarrassed to be telling me to do those things why should I be embarrassed when I follow a command?

“Fuck Kai you look so hot like this. Look at you in that skirt. I always knew you wanted me to put you in a skirt. How does it make you feel to be wearing it.” Marcos pulled Kai up by his bun. I couldn’t see what was happening on the other side of Kai’s body but it looked like he was rubbing his face against Marcos’ cock.

“Makes me feel good Daddy. Makes me feel like I’m wearing something but at any moment you could just bend me over and take me. Makes me feel exposed and flirty and like I’m meant to be following commands like a good little slut.” Kai looked like he tried to take in Marcos’ cock again but Marcos pulled him up to kiss him

“Are you finally accepting that you’re a slut who likes to be used?” Kai hung his head a little, he seemed a little embarrassed.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“What made you realize this was what you wanted so badly?”

“Seeing S. I had never seen you in charge of someone else before.” I felt my breath catch when Kai said those words. “Watching how much pleasure he felt and how much he was willing to submit and listen to you, and how happy he felt. Even when I was giving him orders, I wanted to be where he was. I wanted to be listening to someone and bringing them pleasure and get praise like that.”

“Do you also want to be my sub then? Do you want to be right next to S and listening to my every command” When he said this Marcos pulled Kai’s hair back so he was sitting straight up on his knees. His hands in his lap.

“Yes Daddy, but-“ Kai stopped his sentence partway through.

“What is it, baby.”

“What if I still like the idea of topping though? I like being a bottom but I also love topping, and sometimes, like with S, it can be so much fun to be able to tell someone what to do or be a little in charge like a Dom would. How can I be a sub and still do that? I feel stuck sometimes. I want both.”

“You can be a sub and top. I know so many people who fuck bottoms who take charge and use them like sex toys.”

“I didn’t know that was a thing,” Kai said Kind of eagerly and excited. It was clear that while he’d fooled around with Marcos he didn’t know much about this world. He was kind of like me. Exploring and figuring things out. I felt my heart pang and warmth in my chest as I listened to them. A part of me deep inside realized I felt an immense level of connection and attraction to these two. Both Marcos and Kai. We fit together like three little puzzle pieces. Two subs were terrified and figuring out their way, one Dom was happy to show us the ropes and connect us together, and all three of us were drawn and attracted to one another. None of that love triangle nonsense.

“Of course it is baby. As for you wanting to be in charge sometimes. I could just order you to top someone else. You’d still be listening to Daddy’s orders that way.” Kai moaned a little at those words. “I’d be in charge of you and I could tell you to go fuck S and tell him what to do. Maybe I’d get to watch while my two subs pleasure each other.” I bit my lip at the thought of Kai, on Marcos’ orders being in charge. For some reason, the idea of the person dominating me being submissive to someone else sometimes was super hot. Someone who acts all tough and in charge with me on their knees and being so submissive for someone else. It reminded me of people I know who are switches or verse. They get the best of both worlds sometimes.

“I’d love that Daddy. I want to be your sub. I want you to use me and control me and then tell me to do the same thing to S. And then I want to be next to you and following your orders while you control S. Oh fuck.” Kai’s back arched and I watched as his body twitched. This whole time I hadn’t noticed his hand slip under the skirt and being himself to completion. His hand continued to move around his own cock until his body stopped spamming and fell sideways for his back to rest against Marcos' leg and the chair. His head fell onto Marcos' thigh and he panted for air, his nose pressed close to Marcos’ rock-hard cock. For the first time, I was able to see on the other side of Kai as his body fell side always to rest and recuperate. Kai looked so fucking hot. His hands were covered in cum, his dick poked past the skit which now has more stains on it. His whole body was covered in sweat and I was finally able to confirm that his chest did have tattoos. They were all bold dark lines made into various geometric shapes and patterns that went from his sternum to his right arm and down halfway. He and Marcos were so gorgeous to look at from this angle.

“Hey S why don’t you quit peeping on us and get your sexy mouth over here? I think Kai’s mouth needs a break.” I was so fixated on Kai that I hadn’t noticed that Marcos had noticed me watching them both. I felt my whole face flush red. I slowly sat up and moved the blanket off of me.

“Sorry sir, I wasn’t trying to spy on you at all. I just woke up and was watching.”

“That’s alright baby, I am not mad. I just want you to come use that expert mouth of yours. Now crawl over and get to work.” I slid off the couch onto my knees and crawled over to the sofa chair. Kai stared at me with lust in his eyes. Even through the exhaustion, I could see how much my outfit turned him on. He wasn’t lying when he said he still wanted to be a top and maybe be in charge sometimes. I could see it in his eyes that when he meant he wanted to dominate someone on occasion, he meant me. Marcos made him want to submit, I made him want to dominate. We are definitely going to have some fun with that.

Once I was on my knees in between Marcos’ legs I sat back and waited for my command. He laced his fingers in my hair and pulled me up a little so he can whisper in my ear.

“Suck this cock baby while Kai and I watch. Use those skills I know you have.”

“Yes, Daddy.” He released my hair and I immediately set to work. I took him all the way down to the base, put both my hands on his thighs, and squeezed as I held myself there. I had my eyes closed and was intently focused on my job as I moved slowly up and down while never letting his dick fall from my mouth. I did occasionally gasp for air when I pulled up but I never let it leave my mouth. My duty was first and foremost to bring pleasure. Marcos’ head fell back and he just let his hands fall to his sides as he took in the feeling.

“Fuck baby, you are so good. Like a mouth meant to be sucking on a cock. It’s frankly a crime every time it doesn’t have one in it.” He looked over to my right to Kai and I felt him move. I peeked over and saw he had just grabbed Kai’s hair and pulled him to sit up on his knees.

“Did I say you could touch yourself, baby?” I felt my body tense up. I knew he was talking to Kai but I didn’t want to disappoint him ever.

“No Daddy, sorry. I just- I liked watching S, he’s so hot, and I’m so close.” I continued to suck and tried to peak out of my right eye to watch what was happening. Suddenly I felt a hand in my hair pulling me off of the cock I was so obediently sucking. I moaned a little in sadness at it being removed but I followed the hands until I was also sitting up on my knees.

“Sorry baby, but I think he needs to be punished. You sit back and watch what happens when you disobey.” I sat on my knees and watched as he pulled Kai into his lap. Kai lay flat across him with his ass sticking up in the air. Marcos grabbed the skirt and yanked it down. It was so tight on Kai that it basically bound his knees together.

“Baby why don’t you move to look Kai directly in his face while he gets spanked for being naughty.” I crawled to the obstructed position so I could look Kai in his eyes. He looked a little scared at the idea of being spanked but that and any other emotions he was feeling were being smothered by lust. He loved this. It felt like he had let go of a lot of fears and anxieties and was just letting himself enjoy.

“May I kiss him, sir?”

“Hmmm, I will allow you to give him one kiss but remember he’s getting punished. Only good boys get kisses and this is a kiss for him being a good boy earlier.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” said Kai quietly biting his lip in anticipation of the impending punishments. I moved forward and our lips connected. I felt Kai relax a little as our lips locked and he fell into the kiss focusing on me for a second. Halfway through the kiss the first smack came and he disconnected our lips to moan and arch his head back.

“Count for me, baby.”

“One.” Sighed Kai letting his head fall back down into the arm of the couch where he could look me in the eye. We sat there for about ten minutes as each of his twenty-five spankings came down. The whole time he looked lost in pleasure because of the pain. His eyes were watering but had a goofy smile across his face the entire time. Like someone so lost in the pleasure they barely knew where they were. Finally Kai sat him up in his lap to give him a kiss.

“Are you going to follow my orders from now on? One of those being, of course, no touching yourself unless I allow you to?”

“Yes Daddy, sorry, it won’t happen again.”

“Good boy, now S why don’t you get over here and help finish him off? You’ll get back to me in a second.” I happily obeyed and took him all the way into my throat. I felt Kai writhe above me as Marcos kissed his neck and rubbed his hands up and down his frame. His ass, now red from the slaps, rubbed against Marcos’ leg and I could feel him groaning whenever Marcos grazed his cheeks. It only took a minute or two of my mouth being around his cock before he started to moan and thrust into my mouth.

“I’m cumming baby.” I pushed myself all the way down and let him thrust into my face until I felt his cum filling my throat. I held myself there until he stopped moving and moaning. I pulled myself off and sat up. I felt a little cum drip down my bottom lip and quickly licked it up.

“Fuck baby you did such a good job. I think we might have broken him a little. Kai looked so out of it that he just laid back in Marcos’ lap and stared off into space. “You ok baby?”

“Yes,” said Kai “just so happy, I feel like I’m finally where I want to be.”

“Awww, I’m happy to hear that.” Their lips locked and I smiled. It made me so happy to see my two partners so happy. Marcos helped Kai sit up and told him to go lat on the couch before grabbing my hair and pulling me back down into his cock. I fought back a choke as the cock slammed into my throat.

“Sorry baby, about to cum. Didn’t want to waste any.” I didn’t even have to move my mouth and cum began to fill it. I moaned out as cum filled my mouth and spilled out of my lips. Marcos thrust into my mouth through his release before releasing my hair. I sat up and tried to pick up the cum on my face before swallowing it all.

“Fuck, baby. Once again. Looking like you were made for this. Now be a good little cum slut and swallow it all.” I smiled and followed his orders. I sat back and whipped my face off until there was none left. He patted my face before sitting up. He pulled me up to my feet as well and I stood there looking at him and smiling. He pulled me close to him and I felt a spasm in my whole body when my still-clothed hard dick rubbed against his body.

“Did all of this make you excited baby? I’m sorry but you don’t get to cum until later. No touching yourself or you’ll get punished like Kai did. Do you want that?”

A part of me wanted to say yes but I quickly stammered out a “no”

“That’s what I thought, so don’t you dare touch that cock until I say otherwise.”

“Does that include adjusting myself? It hurts a little right now and is super noticeable.” He grinned a little.

“I thought that’s what you wanted. Don’t you want everyone to see your cock and how big it is? Don’t you want everyone to know that you’re a good little bottom and that cock doesn’t get used for pleasing anyone? It’s all mine to control?” I moaned a little at his words. He loves praising and degrading me at the same time and it made me feel so good. I was a good bottom and I was his to control and I had a big cock but that cock was useless because no one would get to use it because I was a submissive that brought others pleasure.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good, then no touching at all. Even to readjust. If you don’t want people to see your cock, find a way to relax so it softens up a little bit. That would be such a shame though. Everyone should be able to see it at all times.” He got up and began moving around doing things. I saw hi. Grab a stack of papers from his desk and move over to sit with Kai’s head resting in his naked lap.

“Hey baby, I’m gonna do some of the stuff we did earlier today with Kai. If he’s going to join us I need to talk with him about boundaries and yeses and nos like we did before we have any more fun together. Why don’t you explore the house and get to know others here? Also, don’t you dare take that outfit off? Like the underwear, no removing and no changing. Or you’ll be in trouble.”

“Ok sir, yes sir. Let me know if you or Kai need anything.” I walked to the door and paused to look down at my outfit. I was about to walk around this house with strangers in it wearing long socks, a pink skirt (with a dying down but still noticeable erection), and a crop top that said “slut” on it. I hesitated for a second but another part of me, a recently awakened part of me, pushed me to walk out the door. Yes I was a slut and a good slut follows the command I was just given. He wants everyone to see his slut all dressed up looking pretty for him.

I quietly opened the door as I heard Marcos and Kai going down the same list I had completed, oh god. Thinking about when that happened made me realize I was sure whether I slept overnight or just a few hours. I felt around my waist and found a pocket in the skirt that had my phone.

“Oh thank god…” I muttered to myself. It was only 7 pm. I had slept for a few hours. That also made me realize that people were probably coming home. I wouldn’t be able to tour the house with any privacy. I know Marcos probably wanted everyone to see me and I was going to follow the command to go look around the house but if no one was around to see me I technically wouldn’t be disobeying, just getting a little lucky.

I tip-toed down the first flight of stairs to the second story. I heard some people in the living room that connected to all the different hallways and groaned. Dammit, I thought I’d avoid being seen. I peeked around the corner and saw that they were all playing a game on the TV. They seemed like nice guys. Two were a bit smaller than the other two. One was lankier with dusty brown hair that he kept really and was a little pale. He wore kinda preppy clothes from what I could see at this angle. The other had a tanner/olive skin tone with medium-length darker brown hair that he kept a little messy. He was a little bit more muscular and his outfit was more fun and included a leather jacket, some earrings, and I think a Chain around his neck. The other two were much taller. One guy was built like a football player and intimidated me a little I’m not gonna lie. He was easily 6’5” he had really muscular arms and shoulders, his chest was wide and his blonde hair was well-kept. He made me a little nervous until reached over and kissed the pale shirt guy on the cheek and the guy got distracted from the game and started hitting him in the arm.

“Babe! I was winning, how dare you!” I smiled a little.

“Oh cool, gay or bi or pan, whatever the man’s queer, that’s important and comforting.” I thought to myself.

The final guy was tall and toned, like a swimmer. When the other two started fighting he spoke up and started speaking to the small guy in black clothes next to him.

“Babe, why don’t you ever get all lovey-dovey like that with me?” He spoke with a thicker Italian accent. He was extremely handsome like the kind of handsome where both you and your partner don’t feel bad for looking because he’s just plain hot. His hair was carefully styled, his skin was clear, and he had well-defined cheekbones. Even though I only could see him from behind it was clear that he was some sort of swimmer. His arms were toned and thin, his chest was a little defined. Things like that stood out as things I recognized from swimmers I had seen (and blew in the gym locker room) in college.

“BECAUSE I'M TRYING TO WIN.” The smaller one yelled and then started muttering to himself Spanish. I covered my mouth so as not to laugh and took this moment to quietly move past them and down the final flight of stairs. As I got to the final floor I sighed with relief. No one was around. Most of the lights were off downstairs. As soon as I got down here I felt my stomach grumble. God, I was hungry. I got here at noon, did, well, a lot, and now I was realizing I hadn’t eaten anything since.

“Well, technically I have eaten.” I thought to myself before laughing a little at my own joke. I remembered seeing a kitchen to the right of the front door when I first got here. I started walking that way keeping my eyes peeled for anyone I might have to dodge. Luckily I made it through the dining room and to the kitchen without anyone surprising me.

The kitchen was frankly just huge. It made sense as a communal kitchen but since I knew this was probably a mansion before becoming apartments it made the size of the kitchen ridiculous. There was a giant island in the middle of the kitchen that was surrounded on one side by eight stools. There were two stoves including a third stove top grill, two ovens stacked on top of each other, two sinks, and a whole bunch of separate appliances of various shapes sizes and ages across the counter. There was also a ton of cupboards and cabinets. Each of them had been taken down and painted in over a dozen different art styles. Some had names, some were stylized like tattoos, others were messier and more fun. It was a cute kitchen but an unnecessarily huge one.

I only dared turn on the kitchen light as I started looking through the cupboards. Nothing was labeled of course so I had no idea what was safe to eat. I partially didn’t care because I was so hungry my stomach was beginning to hurt. I finally saw a bag of chips that I loved and tried to quietly grab them without making a lot of noise. Chips being the loudest food on the planet naturally made that nearly impossible. I barely grabbed it and made one of the most ungodly crinkling sounds I have ever heard.

“Do you need something?” I nearly jumped out of my skin and spun around. When I turned I saw a guy sitting on a stool at the giant island that was in the center of the kitchen. He wasn't the tallest, maybe around the same height as me or a little shorter. He had dark brown skin and short curly hair on his head that was dyed blue, pink, and silver. His arms were covered in colorful tattoos of flowers and vines that popped against his darker complexion. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and was just wearing an artist's apron that was splattered with paint. I could tell if he was wearing anything on his bottom half. Both of his ears were pierced and had cuff chain earrings that swooped from his ear lobe up the side of his ear. He also had a few necklaces and rings on. He quietly sipped the drink in his mug as he waited for me to answer.

“Ah, Jesus Christ holy shit you scared me.” I dropped the bag I was holding and clutched the counter behind me. He looked down at the shirt I was wearing and smiled as he took another sip.

“Oh, I see, good for Marcos.” He spoke in a sort of bouncy British accent. Not the prim and proper royal accent but sort of the everyday accent you might see on TV, and of course add in a little bit of the gay inflection.

“Wait what, what’s happening? How did you figure that out.”

“I have lived with Marcos here for three years and I bought that shirt with him. When he was first getting into Dom and sub stuff, courtesy of myself I might add, he bought that shirt at a sex shop we went to and said when he finds the sub for him he’d have him wear this around our house all the time so everyone would know they were his. He didn’t mention the skirt but it’s a nice touch. Really cements the sub vibe.” I blushed and looked down at the shirt. I hadn’t realized that a shirt I thought was just meant for fun and labeling me had such a meaning.

“Oh, you look so cute. Come here and sit with me, we have to chat. Bring the chips I’m also hungry.” I grabbed them and made my way around the island to sit on the stool next to him. I was able to confirm as soon as I turned the corner, that he was in fact not wearing anything on his bottom half. I was able to confirm that the tattoos on his arm were all over his body, at least his back and what I could see. They were absolutely gorgeous.

“Admiring my tattoos or admiring my ass?”

“Oh god, sorry. The tattoos. Not that you don’t also have a nice ass, just happened to see it while looking at your tattoos.” I quickly averted my eyes as I sat down and focused my attention on getting the bag open.

“Oh relax sweetie, I’m just having a little fun. I know I’m literally nude besides this apron right now. I don’t like wearing clothes but still have to have some decorum so I wear this. I’m painting all the time anyway.” He grinned at me as we both ate some chips.

“The name's Oliver by the way.” He put out his hand to shake. I was taken aback a little by his formality while also being almost naked. Then again I am one to speak. I’m almost naked too.

“S” I responded and shook his hand.

“S? Really? Just S or is it short for something.”

“Well, it’s written on my shirt.” I hadn’t even realized what I had said before the words came out. Oliver started cackling and I started laughing a bit too. I had never been so quick-witted before. Something about today had changed that part of me. That comeback had entered my brain and left my mouth before the rest of my brain even knew what happened. It was almost like today had made me a little bit more confident and ready to say those things I normally just thought. We both laughed for a few more seconds before I spoke up again.

“No I’m kidding, just S. I never knew my family, and my birth certificate always just had one letter ‘S.’ Got made fun of a lot for it but hey now I stand out in a good way. Great conversation starter.” I looked up and noticed a slightly sad expression had crossed Oliver’s face.

“Oh, sweetie that’s so sad.” He put a hand on my face in a very gentle and comforting way. “Well if it makes you feel better. If you are wearing that shirt I think that means you are basically going to be a part of our found family here at this home. Also, I know you might be nervous about how you look right now and might be embarrassed for others to see you, but I will let you know, in case you didn’t already know, that literally every person in this house is into guys. A lot are also into other genders and identities as well but the common link here is everyone is into guys and everybody has seen each other, fucked and sucked each other, and seen them fuck and suck others. You are not gonna be judged in this house for that outfit. If anything you’ll be admired. You’ll also probably make a lot of people horny and that’s a power to be proud of. I mean, I’m a bottom and even I think you look fucking sexy.”

I blushed a little at his words and tried to ignore my body's reactions to all of what he said. Lots of praise mixed in there and lots of information that was creating images of Marcos doing things with others and me potentially doing things with others. It didn’t make me jealous to imagine him doing stuff with others (besides the fact I wasn’t also involved and potentially missing out on some quality fun.)

“So you are also into um the stuff that Marcos is into. Well, I guess I’m into it too…” I felt my face growing red again. Perhaps the most annoying thing about my own body sometimes is that I can’t hide embarrassment or attraction (or horniness) to save my life because I just get so red in the face all the time.

“Well yeah, I’m the one who got him into it.” He saw my face get a little surprised though and quickly added. “Not that way though, oh god, don’t worry about that. We’ve made out before yeah and have definitely blown each other but that’s stuff most gay friends have done when bored.”

He once again noticed my face having a little bit of worry.

“Are you really going to tell me you and a gay friend of yours, who you have no romantic interest in, haven’t done obscene things with each other because you were both horny?" My mind immediately riffled through memories of about a dozen things I have done with my gay friends including a blowjob in the bleachers of a college football field at night, getting fucked in a closet in between lectures, and sucking off two friends in my dorm room one night after they were both broken up with on the same weekend.

“Ok fine, yes I have,” I mumbled feeling red again and quietly eating some chips.

“That’s what I thought and I’m gonna order Marcos to have you recount all of those stories you just thought about to us. And he’ll do it.” I blushed a little. Partially in fear and partially from excitement. I had forgotten to tell Kai and Marcos one kink I had. I love sharing stories of past experiences. I always got so horny telling people I was seeing or fooling around with what I had done in the past or hearing what they had done in the past. There was something so erotic and exciting about revealing these things to one another. Like telling a story but everyone imagines you and your kinks the whole time you speak.

“Or maybe I won’t, seems like it won’t be a punishment after all.” He grinned and popped another chip in his mouth. I sheepishly smiled a little and continued to eat the chips too. They were hitting the spot. It wasn’t the most filling but it was calories after a very long day.

“Seriously though, you don’t have to worry about me and Marcos. The difference between fooling around with a friend and having sex with your Dom or sub is a league of difference. I could go blow Marcos till he came right now and it would be just a little of pleasure. I guarantee if you did the same right after your connection with Marcos would only get stronger. Mine would too, but that’s because I did a mate a favor. You on the other did your Dom a service.”

“I guess that makes sense. I’m also not that possessive really. I am very open and probably a bit Poly. Marcos will of course be my Dom and Master but I don’t think that means we can never have any fun with anyone else. God that’s probably something we need to talk about. This all happened rather quickly. We were working out the-“ I cut myself off and almost started laughing.

“You were going to say kinks weren’t you.” I nodded and we both started laughing again.

“Does that count as a Freudian Slip if it’s not a subconscious desire or does that count as a pun?” He said in between some laughs. I started cackling even more.

“God I don’t know anymore. There’s no way they are subconscious desires, not after today.” He started laughing even more. After a few minutes of pulling ourselves back together, I felt myself smile. It was nice being here. I was still nervous for people to see me but I didn’t feel judged. Marcos, Kai, now Oliver. All of them didn’t judge me, hell each one of them had said I looked beautiful and sexy. I felt like I could be me and feel safe and comfortable.

“Would you mind… would you mind giving me a tour? I’m still nervous to just walk around the house unattended. The outfit is enough to explain independently of the ‘who are you and why are you in my house’ thing.” Oliver chuckled some more.

“Oh god, people in this house are so desensitized to visitors. Mariano had four guys over for a weekend and one stayed for a whole week and no one batted an eye. But yes of course I will.” We got up and Oliver grabbed my hand to lead the way.

“You’ve already seen the Kitchen. The artwork is everybody’s but it was Monty’s idea to spruce it up. When we all came together to buy this building it was so boring and gross. So we made it fun to live in.”

“Wait you all bought this house? HOW?!” I was truly baffled as to how.

“Well, that’s a complicated story. To make it short there are fourteen of us living here. You’ve now met, I’d guess three. There’s no way you haven’t met Kai if Marcos isn’t here to give you a tour. Did that boy finally accept he wants to be a sub too?” I nodded and hid a grin. “Finally, Jesus. I know he still wants to top (and boy can he) but I have seen him look hungry for Marcos’ cock. A part of him wants to submit and I’m glad to see he finally did.”

“Boy did he…”

“Oh, you have to tell me more after the tour. Anyway, basically all fourteen of us either were close friends, dating, fucking, or knew of each other and some of us had a good bit of money. So two years ago we pooled our resources to find a place that we could all live in and feel comfortable and safe being who we were. We found this old, and I’m not joking, literal closed frat house that was owned by a defunct frat known for being homophobic and transphobic and racist and we, a bunch of queers, bought it. It was a steal considering the scandals that frat had made it impossible to sell. We had to renovate the whole place, luckily Malcom is an architect and his twin Michael works at a construction company. They were able to really help out. I’m a painter and so are Monty and Pierre too so we worked together to make this place look awesome. Hadi’s family makes furniture and were really awesome and got us a bunch of stuff that wasn’t good enough for showroom floors but was free. (We fixed the problems by ourselves and painted a lot of the furniture to look fun and colorful.) So yeah literally everyone who is here pitched into make this place with a frankly gross history and fun gay kinda commune.”

“Is there a garden?” I blurted out. I didn’t want to sound too eager to live here without being asked but the prospect was so enticing and I have always wanted a garden. Oliver smiled a little. I think he knew what I was thinking.

“Yes my dear we have space for a garden but the backyard has always been neglected. Not a lot of green thumbs in the bunch. Maybe you can help us with that. If you’d like.” He gave me a little wink before pulling me into the next room.

“So this is our main living room. It doesn’t get used all the time. But it’s where we hang out when we’re all keeping up with the same show or we want to have a big dinner night. Things like that. We have movie nights every week so put your requests in the basket over there, we do movie night raffles to keep it fair.” It was a gorgeous room. Tall ceiling, a flat screen on the wall, a beautiful brick fireplace, and a giant L-shaped couch that could easily fit twenty people. Some bean bags recliners and sofa chairs were scattered around the room and big open space in the middle that had a huge thick carpet. Paintings and pictures covered the walls. Some were frankly erotic art but others were posters or paintings that I think reflected the kaleidoscope that was this house. (I was pretty sure the erotic gay art, some hand-drawn, others animated, others painted, just reflected the extremely gay nature of this house).

Chapter 3.5

He pulled me by my hand once again through a doorway into another big room. This room had workout equipment and various machines for exercise. There was a glass door across the way that was covered in steam that I could only guess was a sauna and next to it was a room with mirrors on the wall and one of those bars I had seen in ballet or dance studios.

“This is our workout space. The frat came with this room and we modified it and made it better. The room in the corner is a yoga room, dance room, and ballet studio. We added it because Pierre does ballet professionally and several of us like yoga. It cost a little but hey, Kai teaches Zumba classes online and Tyler teaches dance classes online so that’s been paying itself off slowly. Those two doors over there lead to showers and changing rooms.” We were about to move on to the next room when we heard some moans from the sauna.

“Oh god, one second.” He marched over to the door and opened it.

“Hey, you are letting all the steam out!” I caught sight of two guys in there. One was laying back and now trying to cover himself up a bit and the other was a taller guy leaning over, doing exactly what I expected to be happening in a sauna in a gay house, but quickly pulled himself upright as soon as the steam was released.

“Yes, I know I am Hadi because we’ve been over this. I know the sauna gets you and Javi horny but he has a heart condition and that’s risky.”

“The doctor just said he wouldn’t recommend it!”

“That means don’t do it! How am I supposed to get fucked by you if you are dead!” Oliver threw a towel at him. At that moment, the one who had been sitting back peaked around Oliver and saw me. “Also we have a guest who I was giving a tour, introduce yourselves.”

“Hi, man I’m Hadi.” He stood up and walked over to me. He was Middle Eastern and about the same height as me, definitely more fit. He had hair on his chest that trickled down a treasure trail to the towel around his waist. It wasn’t a crazy amount of body hair but definitely more than Marcos, Kai, or Oliver. Then again, all three had very little body hair to begin with and I always shaved, so maybe I’m not used to body hair. He had a beard that was short and well kept and his hair looked like it had been styled an hour ago but was now wet from steam and falling down a little on his face. His erection was also barely covered by the towel but he didn’t seem to care and I pretended not to notice. He put his hand out to shake my hand and then laughed and used it to pull me into a hug.

“No way I’m gonna shake your hand. We’re hugging.” I could feel his dick poking into my side and I blushed as it definitely rubbed against mine which I had been desperately trying to hide. He released me from the hug and gave me a little knowing wink. He mouthed “our secret.” Before walking into one of the changing rooms. The other person got out of the sauna more sheepishly. Oliver grabbed him by his hair and pulled him out of there.

“I don’t care what you do and where as long as it’s not there. If you keep disobeying me you are going to get punished. Now go say hello to our guest and potential new member of the house cause Marcos gave him that shirt which basically means he’s moving in next week.” Javi was a little red in the face as he walked over. He was several inches taller than me and more muscular but seemed a little embarrassed that I saw Oliver talking to him that way. His eyes were a beautiful hazel color that changed colors in these lights, and he had a similar skin tone to Marcos with a bit of a slightly warm tan tone to it. His hair was brown but not as dark as Marcos’ and he had a small well-kept mustache and some hair on his chin. He looked tough but also kind of like a big softie with some nervous energy. (“Same,” I thought)

I continued to look him over. He was trying to hold a towel in front of him as he walked closer to me but it only really hid his crotch. I think he had accidentally, or maybe not accidentally, grabbed a way too small towel before going into the sauna. He had a few tattoos on his arms and chest that looked similar to Oliver’s but much smaller and more contained. I was guessing Oliver probably designed some tattoos for him. I also wondered if he had designed any of Kai and Marcos’ tattoos. My attention focused back on Javi who was now standing in front of me. His body was very interesting. He was tall and fit and clearly worked out but his body was a bit like a linebacker's. His chest and waist were wide and thick. He was toned and it was muscular but he still had what looked like a gut. You clearly see the lines of abs and other muscles on his body but fit for him wasn't thin and petite like Oliver it was thick and kinda beefy.

Oliver walked over and took away the towel that Javi was using to hide his body. I refused to look down and kept my eyes facing toward Javi’s face.

“Nice try baby. I’m talking this towel.”

“Sorry, Ollie. I just got excited in the sauna, you know how it makes me feel.” Oliver reached over and caressed his face and planted a kiss on his cheek, which he had to strain to do because he was straight up a head and a half taller than him. I also had to look up at him. “Now you go have your fun with Hadi and I will see you later. You are going to be punished for being so naughty though.” Javi walked away as quickly as he could into the same room Hadi had walked into, his huge dick which I had just noticed, bouncing back and forth as he ran.

“Holy shit,” I muttered.

“Oh yeah, he’s mine and that dick, holy shit is the correct word for it.” He grabbed my hand again and we kept walking. I no longer cared about the house, I just had questions for him.

“Wait if you are a bottom, are you also his Dom?”

“Yes.” He said pulling me into a final room on this floor that was a little cluttered and messy. It was covered in various projects like several paintings, a dresser that was half refurbished, and some small statues and vases that were being painted. The shelves and cupboards appeared to be filled with various art supplies and materials. My mind was both excited about this room because of the art and hobbies scattered about but still deeply fixated on my questions.

“That door over there leads to the basement. It’s generally just storage for all sorts of stuff. I know Hadi stores some of his upcoming furniture projects down there. He refurbishes and sells old furniture when’s he not too busy in that sauna. We also just use the space to store all sorts of stuff we own that we can’t fit upstairs. I have several boxes of old costumes I designed that I really need to sell. As for up here though this is where we do all sorts of art stuff and hobbies. Monty and I both paint, Hadi has his furniture, Arlo our resident Enby loves sculpture while, Sky loves his pottery. Poor Marcos tried both out and just couldn’t get the hang of it. He did secretly get really good at sewing. Don’t tell him I mentioned it. He gets a little embarrassed.” I grinned a little and he grabbed my hand to pull me along some more.

“Wait hold on, before you show me more, I have questions.”

“Oh about the house?”

“No, how does your relationship with Javi work? You two are also in a Dom-sub relationship but you are the bottom and the Dom?” I felt a little embarrassed asking. I also felt myself growing a little harder asking.

“Oh, well. Normally I’d be annoyed but you are cute. Have you ever heard of a power bottom?” I nodded as he moved closer and pushed me with a hand against the table behind me.

“Well, I’m a power bottom. I might be getting fucked but no one is telling me what to do. I tell them. Even if I’m on my hands and knees being railed, the person doing the railing does what I tell them. They are basically my toys that I order around.” He pushed me up a little bit so I was sitting on the table with my legs splayed and him in between them. I could feel my whole face was red and my cock was straining against the tight pair of briefs Marcos had put on me. Oliver slipped his hand under my skirt and pulled them off. I felt a little moan slip out as my dick was able to stand out straight without resistance. Oliver grinned and pulled the fabric out of the way so he could see my cock clearly.

“A submissive bottom like you having this cock is such a waste.” He flicked the top of it and then swiped his finger along the tip. “I bet if I asked Marcos he’d let me order you around so it would get some use. Would you like that? Or do you need someone fucking you too? Because that can be arranged.” I covered my mouth as he swiped his finger again and grabbed some of the precum that was leaking before putting it in his mouth. I nodded and moaned. As long as I was being told what to do and didn’t have to be in charge I’d do whatever my master wanted.

“I’ll keep that in my, but that’s for another time.” He gave my dick a little swipe with his tongue before pulling me off the table and jamming my underwear into the pocket of his apron.

“I’ll make sure Marcos knows that I did this, wouldn’t want you getting punished now would we.” He grabbed my hand and we continued the tour.

“We aren’t going to bother with the upstairs yet. Those are mostly bedrooms although I do need to show you the showers and bathrooms, those are important.” He held my hand tight and I knew my whole face was red and my dick was sticking straight out making a huge tent in the small skirt I was wearing. I winced and then stifled a moan as cold air wafted up my skirt.

“Good boys get underwear, keep that in mind before you ask silly questions.”

“Sorry sir,” I said quietly. He grinned and squeezed my hand. “It’s ok, you asked better than most people. Some are just rude. But Marcos knows how I feel, he walked in on me dominating some poor guest of Arlo’s. He asked me the same question and Arlo just sat back and watched as his guest became my bitch for the night. He has since come back 8 times on his knees begging for another night with me. I have obliged each time, as long as Arlo gets to join.”

“Wait, Arlo, makes 12, you said fourteen people live here. Who’s the last?”

“Oh look who’s been keeping count. Well, one is Lei, who might be out tonight. He’s been doing some dancing at gay bars for money on the side. He usually sleeps a good chunk of the day on weekends and then goes to his main job regularly Monday through Thursday. Fingers crossed though I think you’ll like him. As for our fourteenth member here he is.” Oliver pulled me towards the small detached garage on the side of the big house. I looked to my left along the driveway and saw five cars parked in a way that would allow each of them to get out. The garage wasn’t being used at all by any cars though, at least not driveable ones. When Oliver dragged me in all I saw was a really beat-up old Cadillac. Its tires were gone, its roof was gone, and the paint was horribly discolored and chipped. It was in rough shape. Underneath was just a pair of legs that were dancing back and forth.

“Hey Grey come on out, we have a guest.” No response.

“Oh god he has headphones in, we’ve told him that could be a hazard and just to play music out loud. The garage is soundproof enough that our neighbors don’t hear it.” Oliver moved over to kick his leg. While he did that I looked around the room. Tools and parts and pieces littered the room. There wasn’t any order to the mess at all and it activated this urge to clean and organize that was deep in my soul. I saw a ladder that goes up to the roof and carefully shimmied my way to look up there.

“Oh, that’s a second floor. This garage has an attic space that you can also get to on that ladder but if you go all the way up there’s a second floor with a little balcony. Sometimes people use it as a study space. I know Malcolm uses it for sketching out his designs and ideas for the house. I wouldn’t recommend going up there in socks. Actually, just be careful in here in general. Because Grey isn’t most careful and clean with his space.” With those last words, he kicked Grey's legs.

“What?! Whose there. I’m busy.”

“Grey come on out we have a guest, you are being rude.”

“Oliver! I was waiting for you to get home!” Quickly the person under the car slid out. He was wearing a brown pair of overalls with no shirt so you could see his light brown skin. He was thin and lanky, with curly hair of unknown color because it was covered in grease and dust. However, he still appeared to be pretty strong because he lifted Oliver fully into the air and planted some kisses on him. Oliver wrapped his legs around him and kissed right back.

“Hey, down boy, we have a guest and I refuse to fuck you in this garage.” Grey apparently only focused on the second half of the sentence and started kissing his neck.

“Oh you won’t let me fuck you but you’ll tell me to blow you in this garage, oh I see. Only you get to have a little fun in my space.”

“Yes, I did because you are a good boy who does what he’s told. Besides I let you fuck me in the kitchen last week. You got to do it knowing anyone could walk in and see me, you Voyeur.” Oliver slipped his hand into Grey’s hair and pulled him back. Grey relented and let him down.

“Fine but one day you are going to have to let me, I promise you won’t get hurt or dirty.” He huffed a little and I could clearly see the outline of his erection pressing against his overalls. No clothes on under there either. I have seen or been very aware of so many naked bodies today. I glanced and saw an equally naked Oliver was also trying to hide an erection.

“Maybe one day but for now let me introduce you to our guest. Grey this is S.” Grey turned to me and took me in.

“Oh fuck he’s cute.” Said Grey quietly. He quickly noticed my erection and gave me a cheeky little grin.

“I know right? And his dick is huge, so I’m a little mad that he’s a bottom and not a top, I think I can convince him to let me Dom him while he gets fucked by someone else, though he made need some help from you, baby. He likes the idea of being dominated so I think he’d enjoy some time with us. You like to be in charge sometimes so we can work together.” Whispered Oliver into Grey's ear.

“I can hear you you know,” I said hesitantly.

“Oh we know,” said Oliver giving me a little wink and pulling my underwear and dangling it a little. “And I already got your underwear off you so we are part way there.” I blushed and a little and tried to hide my still rock-hard erection.

“Fuck, and his dick looks huge. Almost as big as Javi’s.” Grey moved his hand to his front and massaged his dick a little.

“It is and, once again, down boy. God, you are such a switch sometimes. You look at me and want to pound me and you look at him and, what, want him to pound you?”

“Eh maybe, I just want to suck that dick really. Love a big dick down my throat.” Oliver grabbed Grey's hair again.

“I know baby but you can’t scare him away. Enough of that. Why don’t you close up the shop, I have to show him the showers to wrap up the tour.”

“Yes sir,” Grey said cheekily. He walked towards me and tried to shimmy passed me as he got to the back of the room. I moved forward to make space but I felt him get a little close and his cock rub against me through his overalls as he passed.

“Excuse me,” he said with a small grin on his face. Oliver shook his head and grabbed my hand.

“God, ok. Grey, we’ll see you upstairs, meet us at the showers. I’m gonna take S now so you stop teasing the poor boy. He’s new to all this and I think he can only get so hard.” He grabbed my hand again and pulled me into the house through the side door nearby. It led into the living room we had started our journey in. He pulled me up the stairs and I felt myself get nervous. The four guys who were playing games might still be there, that’s a lot of people to suddenly meet at once, and looking like this and with an erection, I could not hide. As we walked up the stairs I felt Oliver squeeze my hand.

“Don’t be nervous, everyone you’ve met so far has loved you. Most have been insatiably horny too but I hope none of them made you uncomfortable.” As much as I was overwhelmed and nervous, the teasing from Hadi Grey and Oliver had been so much fun. It got me excited to be toyed with and touched and teased. I only wanted to make sure Marcos didn’t mind before anything else happened. I was already nervous about my encounter with Oliver in the art room.

“Nobody has made me uncomfortable. I had lots of fun meeting people so far. I just want to make sure Marcos doesn’t mind me having some fun. We technically haven’t discussed anybody but Kai.”

“Oh I don’t think you have to worry but I understand wanting to have that talk with him. And if he gets upset I will make sure to tell him I made a move on you and it was to dole out a little bit of punishment for being naughty. He’ll understand.” He gave me another wink and pulled me up the stairs to the other living room. I thought no one was here and signed in relief. Then I heard a couple of small moans and Oliver and I both peeked around the couch. On the floor were two of the guys I had seen earlier. The swimmer with the Italian accent and the guy who wore all black and was a bit shorter. They didn’t even notice us, they were too busy. I felt my dick grow hard again. Oliver walked behind me and whispered in my ear one hand wrapped around my waist.

“The one on top who is shirtless and balls deep in the other is Mariano. He’s a swimmer and a model and almost unnecessarily beautiful. The lucky bastard just turned out that way and barely had to work for it. He does work hard though to earn his keep and pull his weight here. The other one on the bottom who’s covered in rings and earrings and necklaces and dressed in black, that’s Monty. He’s an artist like me and has painted a few murals for the city and sold a few paintings to rich people in the hills. He’s also an insatiable bottom and he and Mariano are together but still have their fun with everyone else. If you haven’t noticed we all kind of, have fun with each other when we can.”

At those last words, Oliver slipped his hands under my skirt and around my cock once more. I covered my mouth so I didn’t moan as he slowly gave it a few strokes as we watched. Mariano was on top of Monty and slowly thrusting forward into him. One hand was holding Monty’s mouth as he moaned in pleasure. His other hand was jerking Monty off slowly, almost teasing him as he thrust. I felt Oliver start to stroke in unison with Mariano. I gasped a little and I saw Mariano look up at us. He gave me a little wink and got back to work. After a few more seconds of stroking Oliver let go and pulled me along.

“No more fun for you until you get confirmation from your master you get to have fun with others. Now let me show you our showers.” He pulled me down the hall to the right and we quickly turned right again. The first room had some sinks and mirrors on either side with doors that led off on the right and left to what I guessed were individual bathrooms. Past the mirrors there was an opaque glass door, behind it, you could hear water running. I could only guess that down there were the showers. As Oliver pulled me along towards the door, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked so slutty in this outfit. The crop top, the skirt, my socks. My dick was fully visible if you looked at it straight on or from the side. The skirt was basically just an umbrella. A part of me felt a little proud, I could see why so many people I met today were ready to have their way with me.

My attention quickly got pulled away as we entered a large square open room with shower heads on all of the walls. Each of the showers had a little cubby to the right that was deep enough to put your clothes and some toiletries. Each of them also had a curtain you could pull out and around you if you wanted to. I had a feeling they just didn’t get used sometimes. The floor was a type of tile that was not slippery or slick when wet but I did feel water starting to get the socks wet on the bottom. I grimaced a little at the uncomfortable feeling. The shower immediately to our left was being used and the curtain was pulled all the way around. Someone was humming along and showering peacefully.

In the middle of the room was a slightly raised bathtub that was about five by five feet and a couple of feet deep. It reminded me of a hot tub because it was built into the floor but raised a couple of feet off the ground so you couldn’t fall in as easily and hurt yourself. Because of its walls being slightly raised You actually had to step into it to get in and there were some stairs to use to step in safely. There were also some like built-in places to sit in the tub. It was honestly big enough for multiple people to sit in at the same time and enjoy the water.

I was busy admiring I didn’t see Oliver taking off his painter's apron and turning on the water for the bathtub. Water began pouring out from a spout inside the tub and He poured in a bunch of soap in from a bottle he grabbed from one of the little shower nooks. The water began to foam and large bubbles began to form.

“Are you going to get undressed and get in the water or not?”

“I um, don’t think I’m allowed to. Marcos gave me specific orders not to remove it.” Oliver smirked a little.

“Good boy, listening to your Dom.” He grabbed his phone from his apron and texted someone quickly. “There, I just texted Marcos and told him A- I took off your underwear because you were naughty, B- I am going to take off your clothes for us to take a bath, and C- you need to talk with him about whether or not you are allowed to have fun with others because I’m fighting with every fiber of my being not to make you obey my every command right now and you won’t let me until you know.”

He dropped his phone into his apron and made a beeline for me. I had seen his body from behind but the apron had covered a lot of his front. This was the first time I got to see his whole body. His dick was about 6 inches and decently thick and rock hard. I imagine it had been since Grey picked him up and began teasing him. His skin was covered in different styles and types of tattoos. His arms and chest were covered in the most colorful and bright ones but under all of his clothes, all sorts of styles peppered and covered his skin.

He pushed me up against the wall and immediately pulled my skirt down. It took a second to get it passed my dick but he got it and it dropped straight to the floor and immediately began to soak up the water on the floor. He grabbed my left leg and dropped to his knees. He looked me in my eyes the whole way down and dropped little kisses here and there as he moved down. He completely avoided my dick entirely even when it was at eye level and focused on pulling both my socks off. When that was done he tossed them both aside and returned to my chest. He ran both hands across my shirt and spelled out the letters.

“I don’t care if it gets soaked this stays on.” He pulled me towards the bathtub. Warm soapy water had filled it up and he pulled me into the tub with him. The water felt so good. Kai and
Marcos had cleaned me up after all of our fun earlier but I still felt grimy and sticky in a way only a nice warm bath could help. Oliver pushed me into one of the seats and sat on my lap. I wanted to kiss him and grind on him but resisted. I hadn’t been ordered to do this so I wasn’t going to do anything that could be breaking the rules. Oliver seemed to be a little bit cautious too and just sat there with the feeling of my cock against his, not moving. We heard a ding from his phone.

“Hey Arlo, I know you’ve been listening and watching. Can you please check my phone?” Said Oliver rubbing his hands along my chest.

“Hm, what, no I wasn’t.” I turned a little to the shower that was being used. Arlo slid the curtain back to reveal themselves. They were a little bit shorter than Oliver and were white with a bit of a golden tan covering most of his body except for a speedo-sized white patch that covered his front. Their black hair was long and curly and the ends were dyed pink. Their nose was pierced and both ears were covered in earrings of various sizes some of which dangled down . I could tell they wore some makeup that they hadn’t yet gotten washed off in the shower. The dead giveaway that they were lying was their rock-hard cock in between their legs. It was an impressive length and even as it was softening (because they were caught) it stayed pretty thick and girthy. A shower, not a grower, I’d be a nudist too if I was a shower. I kinda was a shower but that’s more because I was always a little aroused and had a hard time hiding it.

“S meet Arlo our absolutely hung non-binary nudist and resident sculptor, they will make a nude sculpture of you so be prepared for that.”

“Excuse me I always ask permission and you are one to talk about being a nudist. You literally walk around the house naked all the time.” Arlo stomped their feet and my eyes became at their cock as it dangled back and forth as they moved. It was huge.

“At least I do it inside! You were outside talking with Grey while he did car work. Anybody could have seen you and someone did and they complained!”

“Hey! We have huge fences and bushes surrounding this entire house. If someone saw me outside they were trying to see me.”

“It doesn’t matter, so be careful, now please check my phone.” Oliver was practically digging his nails into my shoulder. He was excited to hear what the text said

“Oh, whatever.” Arlo rummaged around for a second before finding it and reading it. “Marcos says, oh damn, this is filthy. He says ‘OK I’m glad he was a good boy and accepted the punishment, we’ll have to talk about how he was naughty when we see him. We’ll be at the showers soon, just finishing up with Kai. He’s finally submitting to me and’ Oh I’m not gonna read that out loud, you can read that later. ‘As for having fun with others tell S that while I’m his Dom and he will obey my command when I tell him to and is mine to control, he is free to have fun with whomever he wants as long as I get to hear every filthy detail and he lets me know before or after. We have already pulled Kai into our little set up I would love to involve more people if he ever wants to. I am poly after all. I’d love to watch him obey you for example. He still cannot masturbate without permission unless it’s during sex with someone else. Otherwise, his dick is mine to control.’ God damn Marcos. You should sext me like that sometime.” I immediately felt Oliver’s hand lace into my hair.

“Is that order enough for you baby?” He pulled my hair back and my head with it so he could kiss my neck.

“Technically that was permission with orders for later but yes it will do.” Oliver pulled my hair a little harder.

“You will call me sir when speaking to me, you understand. You’d think a slut like you would have learned this lesson by now.” I moaned at the degradation and the feeling of my hair being pulled.

“Yes sir, sorry sir.”

“That’s what I thought.” Behind Oliver, I could see Arlo slipping into the pool and sitting at the spot across from us. They were slowly jerking themselves off and watching us intently.

“Now stand up,” Oliver got to his feet and pulled me up with them.

“Why don’t you tell Arlo what you did today while I suck your cock and prep myself.” I blushed red at the orders.

“I woke up and saw Kai getting face fucked by Marcos. I watched for a while and listened. Marcos caught me and made me suck them both off. Then made me wear a skirt and this shirt downstairs to look at the house while he and Kai talked about kinks.” I gasped in pleasure as Oliver took my cock all the way down. My hands grabbed the back of his head and he smacked my ass. I immediately removed them and clenched my thighs with them.

“Keep going.” Said Arlo with a hint of command in their voice. I felt my sick twinge at that.

“Then I ran into Oliver who looked so fucking hot in his apron and with his tattoos but then I got sad that he was a bottom like me but then I learned about him being a dominant bottom and I got so fucking excited. He did mad at me for how I asked so he took away my underwear which meant everyone I saw after that could see my dick because the skirt didn’t really hide it. I met Grey after that and he purposely rubbed his cock against my ass when he had to get by.” I looked down as Oliver had one hand on my ass giving him leverage as he bobbed up and down and the other had a few fingers probing deep into his hole, stretching himself out.

“So you got to meet some people today. Anyone you are excited to have fun with now that you can.” Oliver popped off and began licking up and down my dick.

“Fuck. Oh fuck. Everybody. I wanted everybody. Everybody told me they wanted to fuck me or use my dick for their own pleasure. Or well hinted at it and god I want that.” Oliver went back to deep-throating and I felt my knee shake. I felt my hand move and he caught it. He pulled off my cock and stood up.

“You, sit down right now. Don’t move.” Oliver jumped out of the tub and went to grab something. Arlo continued to jerk off and look at me.

“What do you want to do the most?”

“I want to blow someone out in the open where everyone can see. I want to hear them praise me and call me names while I just suck someone until they are satisfied.”

“Fuck that’s hot.” Arlo continued to jerk off until Oliver came back and asked him to get up too.

“To properly punish you I’ll need Arlos’ help and I’ll need you to stand up baby.” I quickly followed orders and got to my feet. I heard someone else practically sprint into the room. It was Grey who was tearing off his overalls as he ran into the room. He tossed them to the side and jumped into the pool.

“What are we doing? Did I miss anything?” His dick was rock hard and he noticed me standing up with my hands at my side waiting for commands.

“Oh nothing, just that he got permission from his daddy to do whatever he wants. So he’s ours for the taking. I’m thinking the three of us can wreck him a bit before Kai and Marcos get here.” Arlo and Grey both nodded eagerly. Oliver laced his hands in both of their hair.

“Remember though, I’m in charge. You’ll do what I say when I say it. Just like he will.”

“Yes sir,” they both said in unison. They’ve done this before I thought. Oliver whispered in both of their ears and the next thing I knew both of them had my hands behind my back. I felt some ribbon tie around my wrists and they were immobilized. Oliver moved forward and wrapped a blindfold around my face. I felt myself gasp a little. I had never done this before. I couldn’t see them, I couldn’t anticipate what was going to happen. I was so fucking excited.