Limits pushed
Alex Pov
After the romantic dinner night where Jeff had the time of his life, but I was left feeling less enthused to say the least, things settled down a bit at home. Jeff told me he was sorry, and he genuinely loved me; he wanted to make it up to me. For the next few weeks, Jeff was the attentive boyfriend; he took me out for dinners, we went to the theatre, and met up with mutual friends.
I had a call from my best friend Ben one morning; he was one of Max’s sons, and that’s how we met Max through Ben. We’d been friends since college, and even though he had fucked my boyfriend, I had forgiven him, and we still hung out. He told me we were about due for a catch-up and asked if I wanted to go out on Friday night. He had to work until 6 pm, but was free after that. Jeff was working late that night, so I didn’t bother asking him if he wanted to join us.
We met at “the 86”, a cocktail bar on Smith Street. It was a small club that hosted drag shows every hour after 9 pm and a dance floor afterwards; they served the best cocktails. They also had booths towards the entrance of the club, so if you wanted to have a private conversation, you could.
We grabbed a couple of cocktails and sat in one of the booths. Ben was telling me what he had been up to since I’d seen him last. He mentioned that the guy he had been dating was no longer on the scene. He was a bit sad talking about this as he really liked the guy, but turned out he was already married, and that hadn’t come up in conversation until one day they were on a date and Ben clocked a wedding ring on the guy that hadn’t been there previously.
Ben looked at me with a worried look on his face and asked how it was going with Jeff. His dad seemed to really like Jeff and had spoken to Ben about his romantic dinner a few weeks ago. He had told Ben that I’d been their sub for the night, I cooked and served for them and then watched them fuck. I told him I had been going through some self-discovery and had been exploring a few new kinks.
Ben looked at me and told me that’s fine if you are doing this of your own wishes, but if Max is pushing you too far, Alex, let me know, and I will tell him to back the fuck off. At the end of the day, your relationship with Jeff is the most important thing.
I know Dad can get pretty full on with all of his kinks; he has a history of latching onto other guys’ boyfriends, sometimes I think he forgets he’s married himself. My parents don’t have a conventional marriage, he was saying. I’m pretty sure they both see other people, but it seems to work for them.
I know Dad’s libido is pretty fucking out of this world. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve walked in on him ploughing some guy’s ass in the middle of the lounge room. I laughed and told him he has got a huge cock, I think that’s what Jeff is attracted to, apparently it can hit spots that my cock can’t, Ben laughed, yep, it is pretty huge.
I appreciated Ben’s concern, the truth was, I was conflicted about the whole situation. Part of me had enjoyed the submission, the loss of control, even some of the humiliation. But another part of me felt like I was losing myself in Max’s world, becoming less of a partner to Jeff and more of an accessory to their dynamic.
“I know your dad can be intense,” I said carefully, reaching for my cocktail. “But Jeff and I agreed to explore this together. It’s something we both wanted to try.” But deep down, I knew he had a point. Max was pushing boundaries, and I wasn’t entirely sure where the line was anymore between exploration and exploitation.
“I mean, he pissed in your mouth, Alex,” Ben said, leaning forward. “That’s pretty hardcore stuff. Are you actually enjoying that, or are you just doing it because Jeff gets off on it?” The question hit closer to home than I was comfortable with.
I took a long sip of my drink, the alcohol burning a path down my throat. “I don’t know,” I admitted finally, the words coming out quieter than I intended. “When it’s happening, there’s something about it that turns me on. The loss of control, the humiliation, it’s like my brain just shuts off, and I’m purely in my body. But afterwards, I feel... hollow. Like I’ve given away something I can’t get back.”
Ben nodded slowly, his expression serious. “That’s the thing about submission, mate. It can feel amazing in the moment, but if you’re not doing it for yourself, if you’re doing it because your partner wants it or because some older guy gets off on the power, that’s when it becomes toxic.”
I swirled my drink, watching the ice clink against the glass. “Jeff says he loves me. He says what he has with Max is just sex, that I’m his partner, his future.” “And do you believe that, Ben said. I took another drink, letting the question hang between us for a moment. Did I believe him? That was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it?
“I want to,” I said finally. “But it’s getting harder to separate what Jeff says from what I’m actually seeing. When Max is around, Jeff becomes someone else. He’s more attentive to Max than he is to me. And the things he says during sex, calling Max ‘daddy,’ telling me Max’s cock is better than mine, that’s not just roleplay, Ben. That feels real.”
Ben leaned back in the booth, his jaw tightening. “Has he done that more than once?” “Just that one night,” I admitted. “But it was enough. And what gets me is that Jeff knew it would hurt me. We’d talked about boundaries. He knew humiliation from him specifically was off the table, and he did it anyway.”
We decided to walk down the road to Sircuit to see what the vibe was like there. The place was pumping, half-naked go-go dancers doing their thing on the bar top, and the dance floor was jammed. I went up to the bar to get us a couple of drinks, thinking this is how I met Jeff 3 years ago. I ordered the drinks and glanced over near the pool table area, and was shocked.
Fuck, I thought I saw Jeff. I must be seeing things; he told me he was working tonight. I paid for the drinks and went to find Ben. I told him I thought I had seen Jeff. Ben looked at me and told me I was probably seeing things; it was probably someone who looked like Jeff.
He grabbed me and moved me to the dance floor, and we started to dance to Kylie’s “Better the devil you know”. We were having a great time dancing to our favourite songs. I had forgotten all about Jeff, but I needed to go to the toilets. I told Ben I would be back in a few minutes.
I made my way through the crowded dance floor toward the bathroom, the bass thumping through my chest. The strobing lights cast everything in sharp relief, making it easy to miss details in the chaos. But as I passed the corridor leading to the restrooms, I caught sight of that figure again near the pool tables.
This time, there was no mistaking it. It was definitely Jeff. And he wasn’t alone. My stomach dropped as I recognised who he was with, Max. They were standing close together, Jeff’s hand on Max’s arm, and Max was leaning in, saying something that made Jeff laugh. The kind of laugh that was intimate, familiar. The kind of laugh Jeff used to reserve for me.
I stood frozen, watching them. Max’s hand moved to the small of Jeff’s back, and moved in to kiss him. Jeff slipped his hand around Max’s head and pulled him in to kiss him harder, a possessive kiss that made my chest tighten. They moved toward one of the VIP booths in the corner. I snapped a photo on my phone. There was no way Jeff was going to deny this.
I went to the toilet and made my way back to Ben. He looked at me and asked what was wrong. He said my face was as white as a ghost. I told him I wasn’t feeling the best and needed to leave. He told me he would come with me to make sure I got home all right. He walked me outside and jumped in a cab with me, he hugged me and told me, rest your head on my shoulder.
I rested my head against Ben’s shoulder, my mind reeling. The cab pulled away from the curb, and I stared out the window at the neon blur of the city, trying to make sense of what I’d just witnessed. Jeff had lied to me. He’d told me he was working late, and instead, he was at Sircuit with Max, looking very cozy in a way that went far beyond our agreed arrangement.
My phone felt heavy in my pocket, the photo burning like evidence of a crime. “Talk to me,” Ben said softly, his arm around my shoulders. “What happened in there?” I pulled out my phone and showed him the photo. His jaw clenched as he looked at it, his protective instincts flaring.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “That’s... that’s not okay.” “He told me he was working late,” I said, my voice flat, now he’s lying to be with Max, I said.
Ben’s hand tightened around me, his protective nature firing on all cylinders. “That’s a massive red flag, mate. He’s not just pushing boundaries anymore; he’s actively deceiving you.”
The cab rolled through the Melbourne streets, and I felt something shift inside me. All the rationalisations I’d been making, all the justifications for why the submission was okay, why Max’s presence was manageable, they suddenly felt hollow. This wasn’t about exploration anymore. This was about Jeff choosing Max over me, and doing it in secret.
“I need to confront him,” I said, though my voice sounded uncertain even to my own ears. “Yeah, you do,” Ben agreed. But maybe not tonight when you’re like this. You’re upset, and he’ll just deflect or make excuses.
Maybe sleep at my place tonight, I’ll look after you, get your head straight, and then have the conversation when you can actually listen to what he has to say tomorrow. I kept putting off going home the next day. I sent Jeff a text to tell him I was at Ben’s and I would be home later.
I felt like my life was falling apart. How long had Jeff been seeing Max behind my back? Was this a once-off, or was it a frequent thing? I know we had agreed that Max could come over to our place and have sex with Jeff, but one of the rules was that we did it together.
I got home late afternoon, and went to the kitchen to make a coffee. I had tears running down my face when Jeff came in to say hello. He came up to me and tried to hug me, but I pushed him away.
He looked surprised and asked me what was wrong. I asked him how work was and why he was getting home after midnight. I’d seen what time he’d made it home, looking at the ring app on my phone, it clearly showed him getting home after 1 am.
He told me they had been working on a large project and lost track of time. I looked at him and lost it. I told him I didn’t know Max was part of your project team. He looked at me and knew he was busted, babe, I can explain, he told me. I looked at him and said yes, please explain how you were at Sircuit, drinking with Max, when you told me you were working late.
Please fucking tell me why you were fucking cuddling and kissing in the VIP booths. He just looked at me. Why are you lying to me and seeing Max behind my back? Jeff was visibly upset. It was a last-minute thing, he said, I didn’t plan it. I was working, and Max texted and convinced me to come out for a drink. Mustn’t have taken much convincing, I said.
You can fucking sleep here tonight, pointing to the living room. I don’t want to fucking see you. I went upstairs and slammed the bedroom door. Jeff knew me well enough not to follow me, not when I was like this; I had to calm down on my own.
I had a restless night’s sleep, tossing and turning. I had such a vivid dream, it was of a wedding scene, there were hundreds of guests, my family, Jeff’s family, and close friends. Jeff was waiting at the altar for me. I was just about to walk down the aisle, and I was pushed aside. Everyone in the room was watching as Max was in my face, telling me, you lost your chance, cuck, he prefers me to you. You gave him up, and now he’s mine. I woke up screaming in fright. I started thinking about all the times in the last couple of months that Jeff had been working late and wondered how many of those nights he had been out with Max. Was it already too late? Was Jeff already planning to leave me?
Jeff rushed into the bedroom, hearing me scream and hugged me, telling me it was okay. As I was calming down, I looked at him and asked him if he was leaving me for Max? He started to cry and told me I love you, Alex. You are the love of my life. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I looked him in the eye and told him, I thought we had an understanding about when we could fuck others, it was meant to be together, remember, you broke the rules, you lied to me. What am I supposed to think?
I fell back asleep and woke up with the smell of coffee from downstairs. I got up and went to the bathroom; I grabbed the Panadol and went downstairs. Jeff was there making breakfast. He looked at me with a worried look on his face and asked how I was. I just looked at him and told him I was ok. I decided not be very talkative. I got some water and swallowed the Panadol. Jeff told me to sit down, and he would bring over a plate of bacon, eggs and toast. I needed something to settle my stomach, so I started eating, realising I was way hungrier than I thought.
I was sipping my coffee, just looking at Jeff, wondering if I knew him at all. So, how long have you been dating Max behind my back? I asked. Jeff flinched as if I had hit him, babe, we’ve only been out a couple of times, really; it’s not like I’m seeing him behind your back. He just texted a couple of times while I was at work and asked if I wanted to go for a drink. But you knew one of our rules was that we only see others together, and you still went. He looked at me, I’m sorry, he said, I’ll never do it again.
I wanted to believe him, I really did. But the words felt hollow now, like promises made in the dark that would crumble in the daylight. I pushed my plate away, my appetite suddenly gone.
“A couple of times?” I said quietly. “Jeff, you lied to me. You told me you were working late. You went to a club, our club, the place where we met, with another man, and you hid it from me.”
Jeff reached across the table, trying to take my hand, but I pulled away. “I know, I fucked up. I’m sorry, Alex. I don’t know what I was thinking. Max just... he has this way of making me feel like I can’t say no to him.”
That statement landed like a punch to the gut. “What do you mean, you can’t say no to him?” “I just mean he’s persuasive,” Jeff said, so if he asked you to leave me and move in with him, would you? Jeff’s face went pale. “No, that’s not... Alex, that’s not fair.”
“Isn’t it?” I leaned back in my chair, my coffee growing cold in front of me. “You just said you can’t say no to him. So, which is it, Jeff? Can you say no, or can’t you?”
He opened his mouth, closed it again, clearly struggling to find the right words. “I meant that when he’s around, I get caught up in the moment. The dynamic we have is intense. But that doesn’t mean I’d leave you. You know that.”
“Do I?” I asked, and I could hear the bitterness in my own voice. “Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like you’re choosing him over me. You’re sneaking around, lying about where you are, and when I confront you, you’re making excuses about how persuasive he is.
I was getting frustrated and pissed off. I couldn’t stay here; I needed some space. I can’t be here at the moment, I told him, I’m going to stay with Ben for a few days until things settle down between us. Jeff just looked at me, please don’t leave Alex, he said. I need some time, I told him.
I went upstairs and packed some clothes and toiletries. I told Jeff I would ring him later.
I called an Uber and waited outside the apartment building, my overnight bag slung over my shoulder. The Melbourne afternoon was overcast, matching the storm brewing inside my chest. When the car pulled up, I climbed in without looking back at the window where I knew Jeff was probably watching.
Ben’s place wasn’t far, just a short drive through the inner suburbs. He’d texted me while I was packing, asking if I was okay, and I’d simply replied that I was on my way over. When I arrived, he was waiting at the door, his expression a mixture of concern and barely restrained anger.
“Come here,” he said, pulling me into a hug the moment I stepped inside. “You look like shit.”
“Feel like it too,” I muttered, dropping my bag by the door.
Ben led me to his lounge and poured us both a drink, whiskey, neat. We sat in silence for a few minutes, then I told him what Jeff had said.
“He said he can’t say no to Max,” I said, swirling the amber liquid in my glass. “Those were his exact words. He gets ‘caught up in the moment’ when Max is around.”
Ben’s jaw clenched. “That’s typical of Max, mate. That’s exactly how my dad operates. He finds someone vulnerable, someone willing to explore, and he exploits it. He makes them feel like they can’t refuse him, like they’re powerless.”
“But Jeff isn’t powerless,” I said, though even as the words left my mouth, I wasn’t sure I believed them. “He’s an adult. He can make his own choices.”
Ben looked at me, “You deserve better, Alex, someone who cares, someone who puts you first.” He took my hand and held it. I felt safe with Ben.
I sat there on Ben’s couch, his hand warm in mine, and felt something shift inside me. I’m not sure if it was Ben’s proximity that made my body react, or the fact that I hadn’t had sex in weeks, but my cock was getting hard.
I leaned in to Ben and kissed him on the lips. He was a bit surprised, but smiled and opened his mouth. I felt his tongue on mine, fuck, I missed this. We kissed for what felt like an eternity, our bodies pressed tightly against each other on the couch. Ben’s hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer, and I could feel his cock rubbing against mine. When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing hard.
“Are you sure about this?” Ben asked, his eyes searching mine. “I don’t want to take advantage of you when you’re vulnerable.”
I nodded, unable to trust my voice. “I’m sure. I need this. I need you.”
Ben stood and took my hand, leading me to his bedroom. It was a stark contrast to the turmoil I’d left behind at my apartment with Jeff. Here, everything felt simple, uncomplicated. Ben closed the door behind us and pulled me into another kiss, this one deeper, more urgent.
We undressed each other slowly, our hands exploring familiar terrain. Ben’s body was solid, muscular, and when he put his mouth on my cock, fuck, all thoughts of Jeff were gone; I was living in this moment.
Ben’s mouth was warm and wet, and he worked my cock with skill. I told him I wanted his cock as well. We flipped around, and I started sucking, fuck I had missed this, my hands grabbed his ass as I tried to get more of his cock down my throat. My hips rocked gently as he sucked me deeper. The sensation was overwhelming after weeks of not getting any sex and being locked in that cage when Max had been over.
“Fuck, Ben,” I moaned, my tongue on his balls. “That feels so good.”
He pulled off with a wet pop, grinning up at me. “I know it does. I remember exactly how to make you feel good, mate.”
He moved around again, up my body, kissing his way across my chest, and I pulled him into another kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. His cock was hard and pressing against my thigh, and I reached down to wrap my hand around it, stroking slowly.
Ben groaned into my mouth, I want to fuck you, Alex, he said. I nodded, my body already responding to his words. Ben reached over to his bedside table and grabbed a bottle of lube, coating his cock generously. He positioned himself between my legs, his eyes locked on mine as he lined himself up.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said softly, pressing the head of his cock against my hole.
I’d forgotten how good this felt, the stretch, the burn, the sense of being filled by someone who actually cared about my pleasure. Ben eased into me slowly, giving me time to adjust, and when he was fully seated, he paused, letting me feel the weight of him inside me.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he breathed, starting to move with a steady rhythm that made my cock twitch against my stomach.
I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, and he picked up his pace. His thrusts were slow to begin with, but he started to increase his rhythm, fuck I felt every thrust; he was hitting me just right, and I loved it. Ben kissed me again, and I sucked on his tongue, fuck, why hadn’t we done this more? Fuck, if Jeff can bring Max home to fuck, why can’t I bring Ben home?
To be continued….
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