Schism

My name is Dane. I’m a twenty-three year old straight guy from the South of England. Right now, I’m on my knees, servicing some leather-clad, hairy gay man, whose beard looks like a 1970s porn star’s pubic bush, cursing myself to fuck and back. Because I didn’t come here, to this back-country sex party. And I sure as fuck didn’t get down on my knees and take this man’s sweaty cock in my mouth after half a dozen beers, and what feels like half an E.

No. Edan did that, because Edan’s a fucking whore, with a black sense of humour, and he finds it amusing.

My name is Dane, and this is a story about how I discovered I have dissociative identity disorder, and that my other half—I wish that were a joke—can be the biggest arsehole you’ve ever met, and he lives inside my head.

*

I was nineteen when Edan first turned up. Those of you who’re observant, will notice my ‘other half’ did the imaginative thing, and rearranged the letters of my name to make his own. Edan, as it turns out, is a Celtic name, meaning ‘fire’. Ironically, Dane is an English name, meaning brook. Fire and Water. Edan has such a fucking sense of humour.

It started small, as others have told me has been the same for them. Small patches of missing time. Cuts and bruises appearing, with no idea how I’d got them. And then, not long after my twenty-third birthday, phone calls and texts, from people asking for ‘Edan’, wanting to hook up. Again.

At first, I thought someone had left my number on a toilet stall wall somewhere. Probably an ex-girlfriend. For some reason (thanks again, Edan), I seemed to go through quite a few. They rarely told me why they were breaking up with me, just broke off all contact. And when they did stick around long enough to give me a reason, none of what they said made much sense, and I chalked it down to the general insanity of women.

As it turned out, they weren’t the insane ones.

So, I changed my number, thinking that would be the end of the odd messages. But no. I’d had my new SIM for less than a week, when another text arrived for ‘Edan’.

Only two people had my number at that point. My best mate, Martin, and my parents. I count my parents as one unit, since my Dad never did learn how to use his mobile phone, and once landlines became obsolete due to the cost of calling cellphones, he relied on my Mum to contact the outside world.

I went round to Martin’s house and banged on the door.

He answered wearing a sweat-stained singlet and a pair of sweatpants, and looked as if he’d been working out in the basement. He kept a weights set down there, and was obsessed with building up his ‘guns’.

“Hey, mate, it’s late. What are you doing here?”

I held out my phone, displaying the latest text for ‘Edan’. It read, ‘Hey baby, luved ur mouth on my cock last night. Can’t wait 2 c u again! xx’ It was signed, ‘Ray’.

“What the motherfucking fuck, Marty!” I said. “I just got this number, and you’ve already handing it out to whoever this comedian is?”

He took the phone from me and made a face that looked a lot like he was... and yeah, there it was. Like he was about to burst out laughing.

He handed the phone back to me. “Your alter ego catching up with you, mate?”

I frowned at him. “What are you on about?”

“Your alter-ego. Edan.” He said the name in this sing-song voice that, at the time, made no sense to me.

“Mate, I honestly have no fucking clue what you’re on about.”

“Edan. The guy who likes to suck cock?” he said. He was losing the mocking lilt to his voice as he saw my extremely bothered expression.

“Why am I getting messages for some guy called ‘Edan’, who likes to suck cock?”

He went pale.

“You mean it, don’t you? You have no idea. Jesus Christ, please tell me you weren’t off your face every time? Please tell me I didn’t rape you.”

My mouth dropped open. I stared at him, feeling the world lurch. The words ‘rape’ and ‘you’, were not words I ever expected to hear in a sentence directed at me.

Seeing my face, he said, “Fuck. You’d better come in.”

He put an arm around my shoulders and guided me into the house.

As we stepped into the hallway I sniffed at him, inhaling his funk deep into my lungs. Christ, what was I doing? He smelled ripe as fuck, and I was sucking down his stink like he was baked goods fresh out of the oven.

“You like that?” he said.

I made a face and shook my head.

“You smell disgusting, mate.”

He looked taken aback.

“You’ve never complained before. Okay, well, why don’t you head up to my room, while I take a shower?”

For a moment I had an urge to ask him not to, but the images that flashed behind my eyes,

...his thick, sweaty cock and his heavy ballsack draped across my face, the stink of male musk, that faint whiff of piss...

... made me want to heave.

I sat on Martin’s unmade bed, and picked idly at what looked like a patch of spilt mayonnaise on his sheets, thinking, This guy. This guy needs to stop eating in bed. And then I peered at it a bit closer. And by the time he came back from the shower, wrapped in a towel, I was nuzzling that patch of mayonnaise and licking at it like a dog.

“Dane!” He pulled me upright, and my eyes opened wide. I realised what I’d been doing, and did not, for one second, understand how I’d come to be doing it. Dane is not an idiot. But when Edan’s in control, Dane is fucking brain damaged.

“What were you doing?” he asked.

“Finding out wherever there is comfort, there is cum?” I said, my voice loaded with disgust. But secretly, only at myself.

He sat down beside me, mercifully covering the damp patch I’d left on his filthy sheets.

He gave me a worried look. “So, how much of the last month do you remember?”

“Define ‘the last month’,” I said. I remembered quite a bit of the last month, but none of it included him ‘raping’ me, drunk or otherwise.

“Oh fuck,” he said. “Fuck.”

He got up again, and walked in a circle, a hand gripping the hair at the back of his head. He turned back to me, still wearing only a towel.

“This can’t be happening.”

“Martin,” I said. “What can’t be happening?”

If this was a joke, he was taking it way too far.

“Okay.” He put his hands on his hips. “Okay. Fuck.”

“Look mate,” I said to him. “I’m sure whatever it is, it can’t be that bad if I don’t remember it.”

He shook his head. “That’s just it! I don’t see how you don’t remember! Fuck!”

I got up and approached him, and he shrank away from me. I’m not a big guy—just on five ten, around a hundred and forty pounds, and usually weigh less than my girlfriends (I like girls who can pin me down in a wrestling match from time to time). When I bulk up, I’m up around one-fifty-four, but at this point in my life, I was a PlayStation junkie who couldn’t afford haircuts, living off Pot Noodles.

But despite my size, when I’m pissed off, people tend to get out of my way. I think they sense Edan’s in there. Something off-kilter. Something not quite right.

Martin put up his hands. “Dane, don’t do anything stupid. It was an accident!”

“Stop pissing about and tell me what was an accident!”

I had him up against the wall now, and he was breathing hard. He looked as if he might be about to cry.

“Okay. Look, please don’t freak out.” He put his hands out again, almost touching my chest, but not quite, and I stepped back and gave him some space. “About three weeks ago, you sent me a text saying you were super horny. You wanted to get together to watch some porn you’d found. I asked for a link, and you said no, you had it on your hard drive, and it was amazing.”

I stared at him. As far as I was concerned, none of this had happened.

“When I got to your place, your flatmates said you were in your room. I knocked, and you said ‘come in’, and I did, and you were on your bed, naked, jacking yourself.”

“So, you turned round and left? Marty? So you turned around, and left. Yeah?”

He shook his head, still looking mortified. “I mean, I was there to see this amazing porn, right? And it’s not like I haven’t seen your John Thomas before.”

I blinked. I’d never heard him call it that before.

“So, I came in, you put on your amazing porn, which happened to be a fit bloke sucking off another fit bloke, and I sat on your computer chair and stared at it. And then I stared at you. And you gave me this... this look.”

He let out a shuddering breath.

“This fucking ‘come fuck me’ look that made me instantly go hard. And then, you said, and I’ll never forget this—you said, ‘Do you want me to do that to you?’. And then, you did.”

“And then, I did,” I repeated back at him in a dull voice.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “And I swear, I swear, if I’d known you were on something, I never would have. But you didn’t seem like you were fucked up.”

“Except for the whole ‘wanting to suck your dick’ thing.”

“Yeah, except for that.”

I grew aware that the fuck had an erection right now, as we were speaking. And a second later, I realised I had one too.

“So, what you’re telling me is that I’ve sucked your dick?”

“A few times, yeah.”

I closed my eyes, fighting down a flood of unwelcome emotion. There was what you’d expect—disgust, horror, surprise. But there was also the very unwelcome desire to do what he was describing. Again, apparently.

“Dane, you’ve got to believe me—”

“I believe you!” I said. I walked backwards to his bed and sat down heavily. I glanced up at him. “But what’s ‘Edan’ got to do with all this?”

He made a face that told me he really, really didn’t want to tell me.

“Spit it out,” I said.

“Why? You don’t,” he said.

“Fuck, Marty, really? Could you not?”

He gave me a sheepish smile. “Sorry, sorry.”

He came back to the bed and sat beside me again. “Okay, I’ve got no idea what’s going on, but I’ll tell you how it goes down. I come around. You’re usually naked, looking at porn. One of the guys usually looks a bit like you. One of them usually looks a bit like me.”

He gave me a wary look to see if I was going to attack him, but I was beyond that. I was in shock.

“I come around, we watch porn for a bit, then you suck me off.”

“And Edan?”

“Well, while you’re doing it, you ask me to call you Edan.”

“I ask you to...”

“Well. You call yourself Edan. And if I call you ‘Dane’, you correct me.”

“I see.”

I did not fucking see at all.

“Wait—do you actually suck me off too? Or is this all a one-way thing?”

He shrugged. “I’m not gay, mate. I just figured you were, and this was how you were getting it out of your system until you worked up the courage to come out.”

I took in a deep breath and let it out again. “You’re not gay... but you don’t mind a man sucking you off?”

He shrugged again. “You’re my mate. I’m happy to help you out.”

I sat very still for a bit, containing my rage. But the fact was, whether or not he returned the favour, there was still the question of why I didn’t remember sucking him off in the first place. And what was all this bollocks about calling myself ‘Edan’?

“So,” he asked gently. “Were you drunk or something all those times? Have I done something really bad?”

I shook my head. “No. I don’t think so. I don’t have enough cash to get that boozed. Besides, surely you’d be able to tell if I was off my tits?”

“So—?”

I shrugged. “I have no idea.”

I glanced sideways at him, and there was his erection, tenting the towel. Apparently his fear of having raped me hadn’t turned him off in the slightest.

And then, at the back of my head, there was this voice laughing at me. Like some maniac was lodged back there in the dark, enjoying a good joke.

Edan.

I got to know his voice well over the next few years. Learned how it felt to have him come into my body, the way the many men he seduced and offered my body to, did.

But that night, all I knew was that strange things were happening inside me. Things I wasn’t in control of, and apparently couldn’t remember.

“You ah... you look a bit Edan now,” said Martin, and I could see the thought excited him.

His breathing sped up as I looked at him. Was I giving him that look he said I’d given him before? A ‘come fuck me’ look, whatever that was? All I knew was that he seemed to think something good was about to happen.

I was in my body, but I wasn’t thinking clearly as I got to my feet. I stood in front of him and he spread his legs wide, leaning back on his hands. The movement caused the towel to come loose, and he tugged it open with one hand so his stiff cock was free, then leaned back on his hands again.

His eyes locked to mine, his excitement evident from his massive fucking erection, precum already welling from the swollen tip.

“Dane?” he said breathlessly. “Do you really want to do this?”

When I answered him, the voice that came out of my mouth was mine... but the words were formed by someone else.

“Don’t be stupid.” I gave him a lazy smile. “You know I can’t get enough of your cock.”

Well. It was nearly my voice. But there was an edge to it. It was similar to the way I dirty-talked my girlfriends; only this was my best mate.

Marty gave a shaky sigh of relief.

“Thank God. You had me going there for a minute.” He laughed nervously. “I should have known you were just after some late-night roleplay. You’re such a freak.”

I glanced up and caught a glimpse of myself in the dark slit of glass visible between the curtains. I didn’t look like myself. I looked... different. I hadn’t realised how I’d dressed myself before I’d come to his house. My hair hit my shoulders, but I’d styled it. My top didn’t quite meet my skinny jeans, and I was wearing... jewellery. When had I gotten my ears pierced? How had I not noticed that? Come to think of it, when had I bought a fucking crop-top?

I gave myself this contemptuous, self-satisfied look, and then sank to my knees between Martin’s spread legs.

He leaned even further back as I took his cock in one hand and started to stroke it.

Outwardly, I was a guy seducing his friend. Inside, I was petrified, struggling against the alien presence that had taken over my body.

Edan’s voice sounded inside my head.

‘Dane, Dane, Dane, you straight-acting fuckboy! Better buckle up and enjoy yourself! There’s plenty more where this came from!’

And with that, it was as if a massive hand landed on the back of my head, pushing my face towards Martin’s solid flesh.

I couldn’t speak. Edan had control of my vocal chords, and all I could do was let out a choking noise of disgust, as he pressed my closed lips against the tip of Martin’s penis and painted them with precum.

The taut, smooth feel of Marty’s flesh, and the stickiness coating my lips, should have been a foreign sensation, but it felt horribly familiar. I couldn’t remember where I’d felt it. I only knew that I had.

“Fuck, Dane, enough of the foreplay! Stop teasing me and suck it!”

Martin was not helping.

Edan grinned inside my head, and I parted my lips, taking that round, hard head into my mouth. I’d never felt another sensation like it, that turgid flesh resting on my tongue. I was aware of how sensitive it was and how careful I needed to be to be, even as I screamed internally that I was on the absolute wrong end of tonguing a cock.

Martin was cut, and his flared tip was far harder than mine felt when I played with myself. He was a bit longer than me, but both of us were above average. He was also thicker than me, especially that bruised-coloured head. Since I wasn’t used to having anything like that in my mouth, I immediately felt it in my jaw as I hinged it open and started licking his knob, swirling my tongue around the hard ridge of flesh, tasting him.

At the back of my skull, Edan whispered, ‘Usually we don’t let him shower first’.

I shuddered. In that moment, I felt true hatred for the demented prick I shared my body with.

Maybe, I thought, as I got Martin’s knob nice and shiny, I had a conjoined twin, lodged like a tumour in my brain. A second mind, capable of wresting control of the body completely, or forcing me to ride as a passenger while he turned me into a cock-hungry manslut.

‘Okay Dane, down we go!’

Edan’s voice was full of glee as I opened my mouth wider, and proceeded to turn my face into a cunt for Martin’s cock.

As Dane, I had no idea how to give a blowjob, beyond what I liked done to me. A cliché, but a true one.

With Edan driving, I had ideas.

I got Martin’s prick as wet as possible while he moaned above me, slowly moving further and further down with each slide up and down his cock, until the tip of him brushed against the back of my throat.

I wanted to back off, but Edan was cumming in his metaphorical pants. He held me there, the back of my tongue massaging Martin’s big, round knob, as surely as if I had a hand jamming me in place.

And then he pushed me down further.

To my surprise, I didn’t gag. Instead, I took Martin into my throat. Not far. But far enough to want to throw up from the sheer sensation of being on my knees, gulping down another man’s prick. He wasn’t even making me do it. No, Marty was lying back on his elbows, his eyes closed in ecstasy, while I set about pleasuring him.

Edan, who I could now see as a pair of eyes and a set of grinning teeth in my mind’s eye, was overjoyed.

‘I wasn’t sure you’d be able to do it, straight-boy. I thought you’d be puking your guts out about now. But something tells me we’re not so different.’

I tried to say, ‘get fucked’ around Marty’s cock, but it was unintelligible, and Marty just moaned at the vibrations and the movement of my throat around him.

Edan briefly let me up, and I slid as far off Marty’s cock as I could, before another internal shove buried my nose in my best mate’s trimmed pubic hair.

Edan held my head down as far as it would go, and I felt moisture from the crease where Marty’s cock joined his groin dampen the end of my nose. At least he was clean. The only scent he had now was of soap, and the faint smell of his skin.

Christ, why was part of me disappointed?

“Fuck, Dane, you’re amazing!”

I wanted to shout at him that it wasn’t me. But the fact was, I was very much in the room.

‘And look, straight-boy. You’re pitching a pavillion.’

Edan had me slide back off Marty’s cock, leaving sticky fluid all over it, then had me lick it clean, before deep throating him again.

Then, when Marty was moaning and panting like he was ready to burst, Edan pulled my head off his cock.

What now? I thought.

Edan answered. ‘Taste his balls. I want this to last.’

I later learned that we were doing things out of order, so Edan could see what he could make me do against my will, with me fully conscious. But since no girlfriend of mine had ever done much with my balls, other than play with them when I asked her to, I had no idea what he wanted me to do.

He showed me.

“Oh fuck, stop fucking about and just finish me!” moaned Marty, but Edan was having none of it.

He had me grip Marty’s cock with one hand and pull it upward, then had me dip my head to explore his tucked-tight nutsack.

Martin had pretty good hygiene, and kept everything trimmed—but not shaved. Edan had me tug his nuts back down from his body, which got a groan of complaint from the poor bastard, and then had me run my tongue along the underside of his sac.

The feel of that prickly, wrinkled skin against my tongue, with the tautness of his nuts inside, was indescribably weird. I had some other guy’s nuts in my mouth. Yes, Edan had me take his nuts into my mouth, one by one, massaging and rolling them against my tongue.

“Fuck Dane, stop teasing me, please! You’re killing me!”

I pulled off his nuts long enough to say in—God help me—my normal voice, “You want me to let you cum? Better beg for it.”

“Dane, pleeeeeease.”

“Call me Edan.” The fucker grinned as he forced me to say his name.

“Okay, Edan, please, fuck, let me cum!”

Edan had me take Marty back into my mouth, and once again I found my face mashed into Marty’s pubic hair, my nose grinding against his groin.

‘Let me up, you prick!’ I screamed at Edan, which translated as a groan that did nothing but give Marty’s dick good vibrations.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming!”

Martin sat up and grabbed handfuls of my hair. Before I could pull away, his dick swelled and surged, injecting spurt after spurt of hot cum into my mouth, splashing into my throat.

“Yeah bitch, take it!” he shouted, as I fought desperately against Edan, trying to pull away from the obscene sensation of swallowing Marty’s hot spunk. But my dark half had me gulp down every mouthful of man-cream Marty produced, and then the fucker had me lick my best mate’s cock clean.

A small noise of satisfaction came from my throat, and I had no idea if I’d made it, or Edan had.

‘Like a good little bitch,’ Edan said, wanking softly in the back of my mind. ‘And you just came from giving head’.

I glanced down as Marty’s spent cock fell from my mouth with a wet plop, and found he was right. There was a distinctive stickiness on the inside of my briefs. As I watched, it started to soak through my jeans.

I swallowed hard as I knelt there, my eyes burning, not understanding what had just happened.

Marty let go of my hair. He must have seen how upset I was, because he got a look of horror on his face.

“Did you not want to do that?”

Edan let me go with an evil cackle.

I got quickly to my feet. No way was I letting Marty see me cry. I’d already sucked his dick; that was enough humiliation for one night.

I pulled open the bedroom door and jogged down the stairs. I was in my car, turning over the engine, before he could pull on a robe and get to the front door.

After that, Marty and I didn’t see each other again.

I was sad, but relieved, as much as I missed my best friend.

But it only a small reprieve. Edan had other plans.

*

Why didn’t I go to a psychiatrist, I hear you say? Oh sweethearts. Oh best beloveds. I tried. I had one session, and got given a prescription for antidepressants that Edan threw away.

No one was going to save me from him.

*

After that night, Edan often rode up front in my consciousness as a passenger, but from time to time he thought it was hilarious to take over completely. Those were the nights I’d wake up in my bed, covered in God knows whose cum, with an aching arsehole and what felt like a dislocated jaw.

I never suffered any injury though, which I took to mean I’d likely only had a finger inside me. But who knew. I didn’t.

And then the night arrived when Edan revealed what he’d been up to.

It was Friday, and I’d had every intention of going to see my girlfriend. We’d been together for a couple of months, and we spent most of our weekends together.

I usually stayed at her place, as it was cleaner than the hovel I lived in, working my minimum wage job. I’d thrown a shirt and some spare pants into a bag, ready to head over to her place, when Edan was suddenly there. Sitting like a spider in the dark part of my mind.

“Go away,” I told him. “I’m going to have some nice hetero sex this weekend, and you’re not fucking it up!”

Edan sneered at me. It’s hard to explain how a presence can sneer at you, but sometimes Edan would catch my eye in a mirror. He’d stretch my mouth wide in this evil-as-fuck grin, looking up at me like some demented serial killer. When he was riding me like that, my pupils always got big and black and shiny. I could watch them dilate in the mirror, then shrink down again to normal size when he slunk back into the dark.

When he used my mouth to talk to me, it always left me shivering at the oddness of it. He knew how much it fucked with me, and didn’t do it often; I figured he wanted to preserve the impact of it. I never got used to his natural voice, the way it tightened my vocal chords. I was guessing if he were a separate person, he’d be even smaller than me. And infinitely more evil.

‘I have plans for you tonight,’ he told me. ‘Tonight, you’re meeting a man named ‘Malcolm’ who really wants to bareback that tight little arse of yours. Just the way you told him you like it.’

 I stood stock still, trembling at this thought. It took me a while to get up the courage to say out loud, “Have I had gay sex before, Edan?”

‘Not yet,’ he said, his voice so full of clotted self-satisfaction, I was surprised he didn’t choke on it. ‘Tonight you’re going to lose your virginity. Aren’t you excited?’

“As me, or you?” I asked.

Perhaps a small distinction to an outsider, but sometimes it was easier to be a passenger and just let him take over. He had a way of working a guy’s cock I could almost admire. He really went at it. Gave them lots of eye contact, lots of spit. And he’d do gross things that I sure as fuck wouldn’t do, and that I preferred not to remember. But at least he never made me do those things as myself.

‘Oh, baby, tonight it’s all Dane, all the way.’

I let out a very unmanly sob of fear. I was shaking so badly, I had to sit down.

“Edan, please don’t make me do this.”

‘Edan, please don’t make me do this!’ he mimicked, in my own voice. It was his way of reminding me that, however much I hated him, however much I wanted to separate myself from him, he was a part of me. He was me.

I left my bag on my bed, and headed out to my car. There was no point in fighting him. At this point, when he told me what he wanted, I just did it. Otherwise, he found ways to punish me—like those gross acts I mentioned before. But if I did what he wanted, all he had me do was humiliate myself by sucking some random guy’s cock, and swallowing his load.

As I drove, Edan started to taunt me. ‘You’re ready for this,’ he said. ‘I’ve been loosening you up for weeks. You’ve been wearing a butt plug to bed for the last seven days.’

Well, that explained a lot. Why I’d slept so well. Why I’d woken up with an odd, stretched feeling ‘back there’.

Come to think of it...

Edan sniggered. ‘Yes, you’re wearing one right now.’

I shifted in my seat and felt it suddenly. He’d somehow kept the sensation from me until that moment. My arse was full, something hard nudging against my insides.

The fear inside me subsided a touch. At least he’d prepared me. That meant he wasn’t intending to torture me. Just humiliate me.

‘Now, tonight, Dane, you’re going to be Malcolm’s bitchboy. His obedient little sex slave. When you get there, do exactly as he says.’

“What the fuck have you got me into?” I said to the empty car, starting to hyperventilate.

‘Do exactly as he says,’ Edan repeated. ’You’ve told him you love being bitched. He knows you’re a virgin, and he knows you like to be tied up—’

“What??” I yelped. It was bad enough having Edan controlling my every movement, but being physically restrained by a stranger... that was a whole other level of fucked.

‘Oh, and you’re going to be blindfolded,’ said Edan.

“Fuuuuuck,” I said. “Edan, you twisted prick!”  My voice was high with anxiety.

He just laughed.

We drove the rest of the way in silence, me getting more and more anxious about what was about to be done to me.

I pulled up outside this guy’s house about ten minutes later, and walked up the path.

‘Now, remember, do exactly as he says. Or he will punish you. And so will I.’

I stood on the doorstep with a dry mouth, unable to swallow, shivering down in my jacket, with a throbbing erection in my jeans.

I hated that Edan could do that to me, too. Turn me on against my will.

I finally got up the courage to knock. The second I did, I went blind.

“What’s happening?”

‘I told you you’d be blindfolded,’ said Edan, the smug, smug fuck. ‘I told him you’re blind.’

“What have you done to me?” I started to hyperventilate again. I was standing on a stranger’s doorstep, completely blind. If he was some kind of mass murderer, I had no way to defend myself.

‘You’ll be fine,’ said Edan. ‘I can still see, and I don’t want to die any more than you do. But isn’t this fun?’

I tried to calm down as I knocked on the door again, finally hearing footsteps coming towards the door.

“And just how the fuck does he think I got here?” I hissed.

That was never answered, as ‘Malcolm’ answered the door.

“Well, look at you.” His voice was low and smooth, and I imagined him to be a touch taller than me, and likely a bigger man all around. He didn’t have that solid bass that very big men have, but more the voice of an average man with a bit of muscle.

I was glad of that. If I needed to, I could probably overpower him—if I was desperate enough.

“Come inside,” he said, and put a hand on my shoulder, guiding me over the threshold.

I jumped as he shut the door behind us, and he chuckled.

“Right. First things first. With you being blind, I want to make absolutely sure you know what you’re in for. Tonight, and possibly going forward if you do well, I’m going to teach you how to be an obedient slave for the use of myself and others. I’m going to bind you, beat you, and teach you how to give men pleasure with your body. Do you consent to all of this?”

My tongue was sticky in my mouth as I tried to say, ‘No, not really’, but Edan was there, controlling every consonant, every vowel. He used my voice, even as he grinned away at the back of my skull.

“Yes, ssss—” Edan tried to form the word ‘Sir’, and I fought it with every ounce of willpower I had. No fucking way was that word coming out of my mouth. I didn’t care what labels Malcolm and Edan used to humiliate me, but I’d bite my own tongue off before I submitted to another man verbally.

Edan let me win, and I clamped my mouth shut. I had no doubt it’d be full soon enough anyway.

“Are you still happy with everything we agreed to by email?” Malcolm asked.

Edan forced me to nod.

“Alright then. I’m going to take this as your full and complete consent for everything that happens here tonight.”

Edan wouldn’t let me whimper, but my vocal chords tightened without me making any sound.

“Use me any way you want,” he whispered, and Malcolm chuckled again.

“Oh, I will.”

‘You cunt,’ I spat at Edan. ’What have you done?’

If I hadn’t been blind already, I’d have squeezed my eyes shut in humiliation. But all the while, I was aware of how fucking hard I was, and a growing, unsettling desire to have this man’s cock in my mouth. Maybe somewhere else, too.

My arsehole was pulsing against the plug, and my dick was already leaking.

“Well then. Just so you know, I’ve recorded you saying you’re okay with everything on video. You’re mine now, boy. Let’s have some fun.”

‘Oh God, Edan, you fucking cockwank!’

Seated comfortably in the back part of my brain like a cancerous mass, Edan laughed and laughed, as Malcolm led me down a set of stairs, guiding me with a hand on my shoulder. There was no carpet, and my trainers scuffed against concrete. It smelled of damp. We had to be in his basement.

‘His dungeon,’ crowed Edan.

I got a sudden surge of terror that Edan had sent me to the house of some internet cannibal, and I was about to be tortured and eaten. But Malcolm guided me over to a bed and sat me on the side of it. I felt more secure once he’d oriented me—still afraid, but glad to know there was something soft in the room.

“Strip,” he ordered. “I want to see what I’m working with.”

I knew there was no point in trying to fight him. Edan would make sure I obeyed every command he gave me anyway, so I stripped.

I shrugged out of my jacket, then tugged my shirt off over my head. I stood and pushed my jeans and briefs to the ground, kicking off my trainers as I pulled my jeans off over my feet.

I stood there, waiting for his next instruction, shivering more from nervousness than cold, with my hands covering my modesty, and my heart hammering against the inside of my ribs.

Malcolm made a noise of approval. “You’ve got a nice body, boy. I’m going to enjoy using it.”

I yelped as he gripped a nipple between two fingers and squeezed.

“We’ll have to fix that,” he said, and I didn’t want to know what ‘that’ was, or how he intended to fix it.

He stepped behind me and smacked my arse with his bare hand, and I let out another startled yelp.

Malcolm chuckled, clearly enjoying himself.

Although Edan had said I’d be present through everything he had planned for me, he chose that moment to seize control for a short chunk of time.

When I came back to the surface, I had something fastened around my neck, something in my mouth that kept it open, my hands were fastened behind my back, my arse hurt as if someone had been smacking me with something hard, and I was on my knees on the cold, hard floor.

I whimpered then, Edan letting me have control over my vocal chords, since I couldn’t form words with my mouth stretched open like that anyway.

‘Edan? Edan! Get me out of here!’

But everything in my mind was eerily silent. If there was a safe word, Edan wasn’t telling me. Maybe that’s why he’d taken over. To make sure I had no way out, and had to live through every moment of this on my own.

My face felt sticky, and I wondered if Malcolm had already cum on me. Or worse.

Hands gripped my hair, and a cock slipped through the ring keeping my mouth open, instantly invading my throat.

Malcolm wasn’t gentle. He grunted as he pistoned in and out of my mouth, treating me like a fleshlight, all the time keeping up a running commentary.

“There’s nothing more beautiful than a submissive boy on his knees. Look at you, taking my cock like a champ. You love wearing my cum on your face, don’t you? Well, don’t worry, you’ll get to eat it this time. And when the others arrive, you’ll get an all-you-can-eat buffet.”

The others??

I moaned in fear, and also because my cock was incredibly hard—pulsing, throbbing, mind-fuckingly hard—and I couldn’t touch it.

All I could do was take this man’s huge, veiny cock in my throat.

And then Edan thought it’d be amusing to give me back my sight.

My initial view was of a pair of solid, muscular thighs covered in dark hair, and a swiftly approaching groomed, but hairy groin, as Malcolm impaled my face, pulling me onto him in a steady rhythm.

And then my eyes travelled upwards, and I saw his face for the first time.

He grinned down at me. If he noticed my eyes were focused now, he didn’t say anything. But his grin was so wide, he could almost have been an incarnation of Edan; except he was bigger than I imagined Edan to be. Broader through the shoulders. More solid.

Malcolm was, as near as I could tell from my position at his feet, about average height. As he forced me onto his cock, I looked up into his light brown eyes, shaded with heavy eyebrows under short, dark hair. His eyes were full of command, even when he was smiling, as he was now.

“Get ready to drink my cum, boy!” he said, and pulled out of my throat so that the end of his twitching cock rested against my tongue. A second later, it felt as if a fire hose had been turned on, as he sprayed my mouth and throat with a hot coating of cum.

His load wasn’t massive, for all its force, and I was guessing I was right. He’d cum at least once already.

He pulled out of my mouth with a contented sigh.

“Glad to see you’re back with us. Edan said you’d like to be here for the finishing move.”

My eyes went wide. How the fuck did he know Edan and I weren’t the same person?

He laughed, seeing my expression.

“And I see you’ve got your eyesight back. It’s amazing what a little hypnosis will do for an unwilling boy.”

I sat there on my knees, my mouth stretched open and my tongue painted with cum, my hands bound behind my back, and shouted back into my mind. ‘Edan? What the fuck is he talking about? Hypnosis?’

The reply came back, ‘I told him you had someone hypnotise you so that you could reach your full potential, and gave him some key words to play with.’

‘You fucking tosswank!’

Edan just chuckled. ‘This man has a lot of experience training boysluts to be subservient sex slaves. If he likes you, he might take you on.’

‘That’s not funny! I don’t want to be anyone’s slave! I don’t want any of this!’

‘Then why is your cock leaking like the Lake Oroville dam?’ he asked.

I glanced down and saw that it was true. I was dripping precum like there was no tomorrow, and my cock looked painfully swollen, the head bright red.

‘You’re making me horny!’

‘No, Dane. He’s making you horny. And the sooner you accept that, the sooner we can have some real fun.’

I looked around the room, full of implements and equipment, and wondered what would happen now.

“Are you ready?” Malcolm asked.

I shivered as he smiled down at me. “For what?”

“Oh, that’s right. You don’t know. Well. It’ll be a surprise then.”

As I looked up at the man I’d just sucked off, I’d never felt so physically uneasy. If you’d asked me if I’d ever let someone put me on my knees and force me into servicing their cock, I’d have given you a disgusted ‘fuck off’. Even while I knew that was exactly what Edan, my dissociative identity disorder alter, loved best.

But this was me, here, in this cold and frankly terrifying BDSM dungeon full of equipment and objects clearly meant to be put inside arseholes like mine—and Malcolm was a stranger who’d just cum in my mouth. I could still taste it, felt it coating my tongue. I was also pretty sure I was wearing his cum on my face, and possibly other fluids that I didn’t want to think about.

My hands were tied behind my back, I was gagged with my mouth stretched open like some sideshow clown waiting for a ping-pong ball, and what was really fucking with my mind was how hard I was, despite being fucking terrified of what he was going to do to me next.

Malcolm alone couldn’t have forced me into this. Only Edan had that power. If I was anyone’s bitch it was his, since he had me by the balls. And by every other part of my body.

Malcolm put a hand under my arm and pulled me to my feet. He undid the device keeping my mouth open and took it off.

I stretched my aching jaw and tried to speak, but Edan made sure nothing came out.

“You’re doing well,” said Malcolm. “Keep it up and we’ll both have a good night.”

“Thank you,” Edan simpered on my behalf, casting his eyes down.

Malcolm raised an eyebrow. “Who am I speaking to now?”

“Dane,” said Edan. Realising he was about to be sprung, he mimicked my voice perfectly. “I’m just a bit nervous.”

Malcolm smiled and ran a hand through my hair. “Perhaps I was too rough with you before. You’re clearly new to all this. I must admit, it’s a novel approach, having yourself hypnotised so that you can unleash your inner masochist.”

Oh Jesus fucking fuck fuck!

‘Do you want your vocal chords back?’ Edan teased me.

‘Yes!’

I suddenly had control of my larynx.

“I don’t want to do this,” I said desperately to Malcolm. “I don’t want any of it. Please let me go, I’ll do anything you want, anything, just please don’t...”

I trailed off, as Malcolm gave me an indulgent smile. He wasn’t moved by my pleading at all. No, instead, he was fondling himself while I begged him to let me go.

“I’ve never met another boy who could shift between perfect submissiveness, abject fear, and slutty abandon like this,” He put a hand to my jaw, slowly tilting my head left, then right, his eyes fixed to mine as he continued to stroke himself.

“I’m not sure you’d make a good slave. A good slave boy is a natural submissive. Something in you... is not.”

Me, I thought. That would be me.

Edan kept me still as Malcolm manipulated my head towards the light and away from it again, looking for something—fuck knows what.

He dropped his hand to my shoulder. “But I promised some very good friends a night of fun, and I think you’ll be able to manage that. We still have an hour to get you into the right frame of mind. Are you going to be good for me? Or do I need to punish you again?”

Punish me? Again??

‘You should have heard yourself moaning while he beat you,’ said Edan, his voice loaded with amusement. ‘He finds it very arousing. Encourages him to go harder.’

Oh Jesus Christ.

There was no way out. My hands were still bound behind my back, and while I could speak, what could I say to get him to let me go? This man thought any resistance I gave him was part of some elaborate act I used to get myself off. He had me on video agreeing to anything he might do here to me tonight, and only he and Edan knew what I’d agreed to in writing. I was utterly fucked.

‘Oh, come on, Dane. You’re no one’s bitch! You’ve told me that over and over again. So nut him in the face and overpower him! Run out of his house naked, with your hands bound behind your back, and your willy flopping about, screaming for help! You can do it! I believe in you!’

He sniggered as he projected an image of me doing just that, into my mind’s eye. It wasn’t overly dignified.

“Well?” said Malcolm. “How much force do I need to use on you?”

I shook my head, swallowing around a lump in my throat, and whispered, “Don’t do this.”

“I can’t hear you.”

I raised my eyes. And my voice.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch me.” My voice was choked, and not very convincing.

A dark smile spread across his face. “I see more correction’s in order.”

He grabbed my arm and led me towards a piece of equipment that looked like a weirdly shaped, padded exercise bench.

I struggled against him. “No, no, no!”

I wrenched out of his grip and stumbled towards the stairs.

Time slipped.

I came back to find myself fastened to the bench. My hands were cuffed in front of me, with the upper part of the bench supporting my chest, while my ankles were attached to the lower part, keeping me on my hands and knees. My arse was on fire, and the indignity of waking up to find I’d been beaten threw me into a rage.

“Let me up now! Get me off here!”

I tugged desperately at the handcuffs, but froze when I heard a soft thwack, thwack, thwack. Malcolm came back into view carrying a leather strap, slapping it against his thigh as he positioned himself at my head.

I looked up at him. “Please, let me go!”

He gave me a quizzical look. “So, it’s Edan who loves pain, and Dane who’s afraid of everything.”

He crouched so that we were eye to eye. “Where do you go, when he’s in control?”

“You know, then,” I said hoarsely. “You know everything.”

He put a hand on my head, stroking his fingers through my hair as he spoke. “You’re not the first boy I’ve met who can’t reconcile what he wants with who he thinks he is.”

“Please,” I said, weaker this time.

He laughed and straightened up.

“Why won’t you let me go?” I asked. I sounded truly pathetic.

“Because, my boy, what your alter hasn’t told you, is that you’ve sold yourself for the night. And since that money’s already in your bank account, and you’ve consented to everything I could possibly want, whatever goes on in that damaged head of yours isn’t my concern.”

‘EDAN!’ 

There was sniggering from the dark.

‘Be careful,’ said Edan. ‘If you aren’t the compliant little sex slave I sold him, he’s likely to punish you in ways that’ll break you permanently. He’s insisted that if you gob off again, I’m to make sure you’re present for any corrective action he has to take.’

“Oh God, please no, please...” I broke off into incomprehensible, snivelling syllables.

Malcolm took pity on me. “Do you remember your safe word?”

I shouted into the dark. ‘Edan! What the fuck is my safe word?’

‘Oh, settle down,’ he said. ‘It’s Simak.’

I had no idea where that word had come from, or what it meant to him, but who cared?

“Simak!” I said. “Simak!”

Malcolm crouched again. “Good. Now, let me make this clear. You’ve sold yourself for a princely sum of money, as a nineteen-year old, straight anal virgin, in need of breaking in. Now, if your sadist alter can’t take pain at some point, you can use your safe word and I’ll ease off. I won’t stop, but I will go easier on you. But if you throw out your safe word when you’re clearly fine, we’re going to have a problem.”

I was sure that wasn’t how BDSM worked. He had to stop if I said ‘stop’, didn’t he?

‘Not if he’s paid for you.’

“I’ll give you back your money!” I said. Although, even as I said it, I grew curious as to how much it was. I desperately needed money. My job barely paid the rent, and I was always borrowing off my parents for things like food and petrol. And weed (not that I told them that).

Edan chuckled. ‘It’s two thousand pounds,’ he whispered. ‘Whoooore.’

Malcolm gripped a handful of my hair and wrenched my head up so I had to meet his gaze. “If you hadn’t covered off all these conversations so completely in your emails, I’d almost be convinced you wanted me to stop.”

“Please stop,” I whispered. “Please, I can’t do this.”

He studied my face, the muscles at the corners of his eyes tightening as he tried to decide if I was serious or not. Eventually he grunted and let go of my hair. He stepped away behind me again, and started to fondle my arse with one hand—my arse which was still smarting from whatever punishment he’d meted out before Edan let me back up.

“What are you doing?” I asked, glancing back over my shoulder.

“What we agreed we’d do if you kept whining. But don’t worry. As near as I can tell, you’re enjoying yourself. I haven’t seen your dick go limp yet, and if you were as afraid as you say you are, you’d be shrivelled up, not leaking precum all over my equipment. You’ll be cleaning that up when we’re done, by the way.”

I closed my eyes, sucking down my humiliation. But he was right. I was hard as a rock... and part of me was curious to see why Edan liked pain so much. To understand what he got out of it.

I jumped as the leather strap flicked across my exposed arse. It was just a lick of leather, but it stung like fuck, and I couldn’t help crying out.

Malcolm said calmly, “We’ll keep going until you learn to take it without whining.”

He massaged my sore arse.

“Don’t touch me!”

“You’re not a fast learner, are you, boy?”

The strap hit my arse again. This time, all he choked out of me was a whimper of pain. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much it fucking stung.

He alternated between torturing and fondling me, and I took his beating with barely a flinch by imagining I was with my girlfriend. I hung my head and imagined eating out my girlfriend, burying my head between her thighs, sliding my tongue up and down her slit, inhaling her, tasting her. Imagined licking her into a frenzy, feeling her thighs shudder under my hands—

Edan punched the image out of my mind.

‘Don’t you dare!’

Malcolm gave me one last hard slap with the leather strap, and rested a hand against the small of my back. “Dane?”

“Yes,” I said, my voice broken and miserable.

“You can relax. You’ve done well.”

He set the strap to one side and fetched a bottle of lotion. He directed a squirt of it against the upper part of my arse, and as it hit and pooled there, the sensation felt oddly familiar.

‘Imagine it warm,’ Edan gloated, and I shuddered.

Malcolm snapped the bottle shut and started to massage the lotion into my arse.

I relaxed under his hands. It felt nice—still odd, being handled by a stranger, but better than being smacked with a leather strap.

He ran a finger down to the plug, still lodged in my arse, and took hold of it. I tensed, terrified of what he was coming, and he slapped my arse.

“Relax. Enjoy yourself.”

Sure. I’d enjoy myself because I’d been told to.

He fucked me slowly with the plug, forcing noises of fear from my throat, and he chuckled.

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

It did, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.

And then the pressure of the plug against my hole started to grow as he started to slide it out.

I hadn’t been there when Edan had inserted it, and having it removed was like riding a rollercoaster, being at the crest of the first hill, looking down, waiting for the acceleration to hit your stomach.

“Please, please, don’t, please—”

The uncomfortable stretching stopped, as he let the plug sink back into my arse.

I was relieved; but at the same time, I knew he wasn’t going to let me off the hook and leave it in. The thing was—what if I wasn’t clean? What if, when he took it out, I made a mess?

‘Oh, don’t worry, I had you tucked away while I cleaned you out,’ said Edan. ‘Having you present would have given the game away. But other than some sweat and lotion, you’re clean enough to eat from!’

Malcolm stroked a hand down my spine, and my back arched involuntarily under his touch.

“Relax boy.”

He took hold of the plug again.

I couldn’t stop myself tensing as my arse stretched wide over the neck of the plug—and then the worst was over. He eased it the rest of the way out of me and put it to one side, and I clenched at the odd emptiness. How long had Edan been making me wear plugs, that it felt more natural being full, then empty?

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Malcolm patted my arse.

He kneaded my buttocks, cupping and squeezing, and I was sure it was more to remind me that I couldn’t stop him, than to give me any kind of pleasure. Although... it did feel nice.

Then his thumbs started to brush the inside of the crease between them. There was no denying I was getting even more turned on, having him handle me like this, especially after the pain of being beaten.

He ran one hand down my crack so that his fingers brushed lightly against my hole, and then went back to massaging my arse.

The fingers kneading my buttocks began to brush across my hole, stroke after stroke, and soon a lotion-slicked finger was circling my entrance.

“Don’t worry,” said Malcolm. “You’ll enjoy this. I’ve never met a boy, straight or gay, who didn’t enjoy having his arsehole fingered.”

I didn’t doubt he was right. And that was what scared me.

The circling finger stopped moving, and pressed against the tense centre of my tightened sphincter.

‘I can make this easier,’ said Edan. ‘If you ask nicely.’

As Malcolm applied pressure steadily, the alien sensation of being breached made me whimper again.

‘Da-aaane? You have to ask nicely.’ 

The pressure from Malcolm’s finger increased.

‘Alright, alright, please help me!’

Just like that, I relaxed, and Malcolm’s finger slid smoothly inside.

“Hoooohh, fuck,” I said under my breath.

‘See how nice that feels?’ Edan asked. ‘You’ll thank me for this one day.’

Malcolm’s finger moved inside me while he massaged my arse with his other hand.

‘And you’ll thank me for this, too.’ Edan pulled back, and I immediately clamped down around Malcolm’s finger.

“Excellent,” he said. “This really is your first time, isn’t it? If you do well tonight, I may decide to keep you.”

I shuddered uncontrollably, while Edan nuzzled against the inside of my mind.

‘Think about it, Dane,’ His voice was full of longing. ‘Imagine being forced into permanent service. You’d have no sense of yourself. You’d be lost to the world. You might never come back.’

While he didn’t have a physical shape, the way he spoke gave me an image of him rolling around in his fantasy like a dog itching its back on grass, his eyes closed in ecstasy.

I wasn’t sure which frightened me more; his fantasy, or that he was part of me.

Malcolm’s finger slid out of me and went back to circling in lazy circles, leaving me desperate to have him inside me again.

He teased me mercilessly, pressing against the centre then releasing the pressure, until I started pushing back against him, urging him inside. I wanted it, wanted him back inside me.

“Good boy,” he said softly, and he gave me what I wanted, and slid his finger in deep. I moaned and gave into it, and soon the first was joined by a second finger.

After being stretched out by the plug, it wasn’t that uncomfortable, but it was impossible not to clamp around his fingers. His fingers weren’t static like the plug, and every time he pushed them apart to open me up, I gave a nervous sob of fear.

‘Why are you so afraid?’ Edan said. ‘Do you really think he’s going to hurt you?’

No, I didn’t get that sense from him. He just wanted to use my body in any way he saw fit.

‘So let him,’ said Edan. ‘Let. Him.’

Malcolm’s fingers kept moving inside me, and I did my best to relax.

“Good boy,” he murmured. “That’s the way.”

He kept working my arsehole, and then lowered his mouth to my arse.

I yelped as he bit me, a sharp pain lancing through my left arse cheek. I yelled out again as he bit the right one, and he pulled his fingers out of me, and wiped them on a towel he had handy.

“Right, let’s get you on your back.”

He was going to fuck me. Oh Christ, he was going to fuck me.

I started to slip away from what was happening, but Edan snapped alert the moment I tried to hide, and hauled me back.

‘Oh no, Dane—this, you’re here for.’

I found my voice as Malcolm started to uncuff my hands from the bench.

“Please, not like this.”

He gave me a considering look. “Do you mean that?”

Edan took over. “Quester.”

“You really want to call in your one free-pass for this?”

I had no idea what he meant, and I didn’t care.

“Please,” I said. “I’ll do what you want, but don’t fuck me like this.”

He sighed through his nose. “Alright then.” He undid my hands and pulled me to my feet. “It’s not what we agreed, but if you have another idea and it amuses me, I’ll indulge you. What do you have in mind?”

What did I have in mind?

Edan had the answer. He seized control of my body. His arms hung at his sides, and he lowered his head submissively as he looked up at Malcolm, his eyes as wide and innocent as possible.

“Please do it upstairs. In front of the others. I want them to watch.”

I did not want them to watch!

Malcolm raised an eyebrow. “Edan, you’re not as good an actor as you think you are.”

Edan gave him a sheepish smile. “You got me. But please, he’s squeamish about the dungeon. Fuck him any way you want, but pat his head, make him feel like a real boy.”

I cringed at everything Edan was saying, but he wasn’t wrong when it came to being fucked in a dungeon. That I was going to get fucked in the arse one way or another was just a given at this point, and I was as excited as I was afraid of the idea. But if it had to happen, down here, strapped to a bench—wasn’t how I wanted my first time to go.

Malcolm pointed to the bench, which was smeared with clear, viscous fluid.

“Get it clean, and I’ll consider it.”

Edan walked over to the bench and knelt by it so that he was facing Malcolm.

Malcolm watched, amused, as Edan lapped my precum up off the bench, nuzzling at it, spreading it even further with his closed lips as he kissed the vinyl, finishing by licking every inch of the surface clean. When he was done, he rested his elbows on the bench and propped his chin on his clasped hands, a smouldering sexuality in his eyes.

Malcolm stalked back to me and hauled me to my feet.

“Very good. But drop the slut act, Edan. That’s not what we’re paying you for.”

Edan pouted. “But he hates it. It makes him twitch.”

Malcolm gave him an indulgent smile. “You’re a very disturbed individual.”

He fetched some leather restraints from a bench and pulled my hands behind my back, locking them in place.

Edan glanced back at the restraints. “So, what now?”

“Now, you give me back Dane, and I’ll take him upstairs. Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of him.”

Edan gave him a long look. I’d never thought of him, at any point in our history, as a protector. But in that moment, that was exactly what he was. He’d had his fun, he’d enjoyed torturing me. He was getting his fantasies fed. But he didn’t want anything to happen to me that’d push me beyond my endurance.

“He’s in safe hands, Edan.”

Edan nodded once, and left me shivering in his place.

Malcolm put a hand on my shoulder.

“Up you go.”

He guided me towards the stairs, and followed me up.

*

Because Edan had blinded me, I hadn’t seen the house when I’d walked through it. The upstairs was a stark contrast to the dungeon; as you’d expect, I suppose. Malcolm was clearly doing well for himself.

I wondered what he did, to be able to afford this kind of place. Edan had turned me into a two-thousand pound a night rent boy, and Malcolm had just paid it. I knew I wasn’t anything special, so the money had to mean nothing to him. The furnishings in his living room suggested I was right. There was no IKEA here.

He led me through to a library. His house had a library.

The room was dressed with leather couches and upholstered chairs, and the walls were lined with book shelves and wood panelled cupboards. At the end of the room, two narrow wrought iron staircases led up to mezzanines that ran either side of the room, giving access to another set of bookshelves. Between the open staircases was a boxed fireplace, already lit.

To one side of the room was a polished mahogany coffee, where a scattering of coffee table books were on display. It was all so civilised.

Edan was back to his fun-loving self. ‘You know, I could make you see anything. You could be in a doss-house right now, wallpaper peeling off the walls, the carpet stained with cum, and stinking of piss. A hobo in every corner, shooting up, eyeing up your nubile, naked, nineteen-year old boy-slave body.’

Could he really do that, I wondered? Make me see things that weren’t there?

As if to prove his point, the world around me warped. It was no more than a heat shimmer off tarseal on a hot day, but it was enough to give me a stab of fear. What if I was the one with a needle in my arm?

A light slap from Malcolm brought me back.

“I want you present, Dane,” said Malcolm. “I paid for you; I want your attention.”

I obediently turned my gaze back to his face and he put a hand on the back of my neck, and directed me over to a couch that ran down one side of the room, exerting force to get me to sit.

I planted my naked arse on his leather couch, and wondered how many other naked arses had sat on it before me.

Malcolm poured himself a scotch, and I eyed it hungrily.

“None for you,” he said. “You’re screwed up enough sober.”

He picked up one of the coffee table books and brought it to me, sitting beside me so that he could lay the book in my lap.

It was a book of erotic art, and he opened it one-handed as he sipped his drink.

“I’m going to show you some art. I want you to tell me what you think.”

I gave him a confused look. “Why—?”

“Keep your mouth shut until I tell you to speak,” he said. “Now, look at the picture.”

He sipped, while I obediently looked at the painting he’d picked out. It was of a naked woman with long golden hair draped over her shoulders. She was looking right at me, her arm draped across her belly, her fingers curled to hide her sex. The look in her eyes was shameless. She knew she was being admired, and she liked it. It was titled, ‘Titian’s Venus of Urbino’.

“What do you think?” Malcolm asked.

I nodded towards the image. “She’s hot. I’d fuck her.” I looked closer. “But why is there a girl purging in the background?”

“She’s praying,” he said dryly. “So, this turns you on?”

I shrugged. “I suppose.” In fact, she looked a lot like one of my exes.

“How about this one?”

He flattened the page by pushing against the centre of the book. It was titled ‘Study of a man’ by Achille Etna Michallon. The painting was of a naked man turned three quarters away from the artist, the foot nearest the painter resting on an upturned wooden apple box, as he leaned over to grasp his ankle. The pose gave me a great view of his muscular arse and thighs, his perfect calves and the definition in his arched back.

Edan stirred.

My gaze was drawn to the darkness at the base of the man’s buttocks, and as if I had x-ray vision, I could imagine the perfect forms of his cock and balls, which were hidden from the artist by the man’s lean, muscled thigh.

“He’s perfect,” Edan and I said in unison.

My gaze travelled over the image, picking out another detail—a dark nipple drawn against his chest.

“Okay,” said Malcolm. He sipped his drink as he flicked through the pages of the book, which slid across my lap as he fumbled with it.

The final image he showed me was one I’d seen somewhere before. I gave him a curious look. “Why are you showing me hentai?”

The image was of a Japanese woman lying on her back, an octopus’s mouth pressed between her legs, and one of its tentacles invading her mouth.

“This predates that anime crap you boys watch,” he said. He spread his fingers to push the page flatter. “It’s called ‘The Dream of the Fisherman’s Wife’, first printed in 1814.”

He sipped his drink while I looked over the image. Looking closer, it wasn’t one octopus, but one large one—the one between her legs—and a smaller one, up by her head. The smaller one had its beak in her mouth in a way that was suggestive of a penis, and one tentacle curled around her left nipple.

It was erotic. But... odd. It didn’t really do anything for me.

I shrugged.

“Okay.” He slammed the book shut and finished his drink. He glanced up at a clock on the wall. It was nearly nine-thirty.

“Ten minutes to go. Let’s go over the rules.”

He got up and dropped the book and his glass on the coffee table, then came back to stand in front of me. He kicked my feet apart and stood between my open legs, forcing me to look up at him.

“Dane, I have paid a great deal of money to use your body. Given your exceptional circumstances, namely that you have no idea what you’ve agreed to, let me remind you. These are your agreed limits. No strangulation. No scat. No permanent damage. No marking where it’d be visible while wearing jeans and a t-shirt. No piercing or body modification. No double penetration. No chastity. No feminisation.”

That all sounded good. For the second time that night, I quietly thanked Edan.

Malcolm put his hands in his pockets. “And here’s what that leaves. Oral, anal, rimming, throat-fucking, bondage, pain administered to, and marks left on, areas not visible when wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Edging. Denial. Anything else we can come up with.”

He gave me a smile that made my gut clench. What was that word? The safe word Edan had used. What the fuck was it? It was something weird, and it had started with ‘S’, but I couldn’t remember what it was. Why hadn’t he used something easier to remember?

Stupid question, really.

“And Dane?”

“Yes?”

“I’m paying, for you. I don’t want Edan in the room at any time, unless I ask for him. Is that clear?” said Malcolm.

I nodded. It wasn’t worth pointing out that I had no control over what Edan did.

“If Edan turns up without my permission, I’ll beat him out of you so hard, you won’t be able to sit down for a week, and all your agreed limits go out the window, since it won’t be you we’re dealing with. Understand?”

I stared at him. I hoped Edan was listening.

“Now, when my friends arrive, your first task’ll be to greet them with your mouth. It’ll be good practice for you, since your performance so far’s been less than stellar. I want you on your knees, eyes down, unless you’re being used. When your mouth’s full, keep your eyes on whoever you’re servicing. Don’t speak unless you’re spoken to, and if you’re asked a question, answer promptly and keep it short. No one wants to hear your life story—but they might be curious as to why you’ve sold yourself. I’ll say it again—keep it short. Are you with me so far?”

I nodded, nervous as all fuck at the thought of having to suck a bunch of men’s cocks. Sucking off Marty had been bad enough. Malcolm using my mouth had been worse. And now four other guys, who were paying to cum in and on me? I wasn’t sure how I’d ever be able to look myself in the eye again.

Edan grinned. ‘And once he's taken your cherry, they'll fill you at both ends with nice, thick man-cream like a human brandy snap’

Christ, what a visual.

Malcolm went on, “I haven’t decided how I’m going to fuck you yet, but after I’ve had you, you’ll be used in whatever way the boys see fit. I’ve got you for eight hours in total—till four in the morning. So I’ll be working you hard to get my money’s worth.”

Oh good.

“Lastly, if anyone gives you an instruction that doesn’t contravene that list I just gave you, I expect you to do it without question. If you don’t, you’ll be encouraged to comply. There’ll be five of us, and one of you. If you like those odds, and you get ‘squeamish’ again like you did downstairs, feel free to try your luck. But there’s quite a lot of your body that isn’t visible when you’re in jeans and a t-shirt for us to play with.”

I swallowed hard. “Can I please have some water?” My mouth was completely devoid of saliva.

He nodded. “Stay respectful, and you can have anything you like, within reason. That said, if it amuses us, we may choose to deny you. Keep that in mind too. At two hundred and fifty pounds an hour, I suggest you keep your mouth shut unless it’s being used, and give my boys as many orgasms as they can manage. Understand?”

I nodded.

He stroked a hand through my hair. “Such a good looking boy,” he mused. “You have a very alluring mouth.”

Good to know.

He came back to himself “You’ll do well. Right, I’ll get you some water.”

He disappeared, leaving me alone in the library to brood.

‘Whore,’ whispered Edan. ‘You’re about to get fucked in the arse by five men. Are you excited?’

Parts of me were. Well, one part, at least. I was rigid as I’d ever been.

Malcolm came back a short while later with a carafe of water and some glasses on a tray. He set the tray on the table, then poured some water into a glass and brought it to me.

He sat next to me and started to stroke my cock, as he held the glass to my lips.

“Drink it all,” he said, and tipped the glass up. My eyes slid sideways to his face, as I gulped down the water. I was alarmed at how intently he was watching me, as if just this was erotic to him.

Luckily, the glass was only half full, and I was thirsty, but the look on his face left me with a mounting nervousness that was approaching panic.

“You really must learn to relax, Dane.”

He kept stroking my cock, slow strokes, gently squeezing the head, then stroking the shaft again.

“Close your eyes.”

He put a hand against my chest and pushed, encouraging me to lean back against the couch.

I did as he said and tried to relax, even though I knew there were only minutes on the clock before his friends were due to arrive.

He kept stroking me, and then to my surprise, he put his arms around me and kissed me. My eyes flew open.

“Keep your eyes closed,” he murmured against my lips, and I did as he asked, as he went back to kissing me.

I’d never kissed a man before. It felt odd, a man’s stubble scratching my face. But while I was tense, in the back of my mind, Edan was shivering with pleasure.

I let Malcolm explore my mouth with his tongue while his hand stroked me, and before long, I started to kiss him back.

The doorbell rang.

He made a noise of frustration and moved back, giving me a final kiss on the lips.

“You’ll do fine. Remember. We’ve paid for you, not Edan.”

He left to answer the door.

I wanted to ask why, specifically, he wanted me, when Edan was clearly more into it than I ever would be, but I thought I knew the answer. The fact I wasn’t into it was what they got off on. The thrill of taking a reluctant, self-identified, straight nineteen year old, and forcing him to submit to their perverted fantasies. It was sick. So why did it make me so fucking hard?

And then, there was the two thousand pounds in my bank account.

‘Whooore,’ whispered Edan. ‘Does taking money get your hard?’

There was noise in the corridor, and Malcolm led a group of men into the library. Seeing me still where he’d left me, he gave me an annoyed look, nodding his head towards the floor, and I got off the couch and dropped to my knees in the middle of the room as his friends finished filing in.

They were all a lot older than me, all of them wealthy-looking and well groomed. I cast a quick glance over them, then dropped my eyes to the floor, remembering Malcolm’s instructions.

“What have we got here?” one of them said, his voice gruff. He walked up to me and placed a hand on the top of my head. He had very shiny shoes. Was I supposed to look up at this point? I wasn’t sure. I snuck a look up at his face, and found a short man with a round face looking down at me. He was clean shaven, wearing wire-rimmed glasses, and his head was completely bald.

He gave me a lustful look, then looked across at Malcolm. “A very pretty boy, indeed, you weren’t lying.” He looked back at me. “Nineteen? Are you sure?”

Malcolm crouched beside me. “I know his type. He won’t fill out until he’s in his late twenties.” He gripped a fistful of my hair, and turned my head to face him. “Do you remember your instructions?”

I nodded.

“Eyes down, unless you’re working his cock. Understand?”

I nodded again, and he let go of my hair and straightened up.

“Lester, do you want to be the first to use his mouth?”

Oh fuck. This was really happening. I was about to have to suck off a bunch of strangers for money.

“I’d love to,” said Lester. “Has he learnt much in the way of technique?”

“Nothing whatsoever,” said Malcolm. “I’ve had no time to teach him. But he’ll know plenty by the end of tonight.”

The bastards all laughed, while Lester put a hand to his zip and pulled his trousers open. He pulled down the elastic on the front of his briefs, and flopped out a rather small cock over a pair of modest, hairy balls. It wasn’t inspiring, but least I wouldn’t be choking on him.

‘Edan,’ I whispered silently, ‘Can you please do this for me?’

There was silence.

Lester was already filling out as I stared at the job in front of me, his cock slowly thickening and starting to straighten.

“What’s your name, boy?” asked Lester.

“Dane,” I said. I kept my eyes on his cock, keeping in mind Malcolm’s instructions to keep my head down.

“This your first time sucking a cock?”

I shook my head.

“So what’s the hold up?”

“Dane, is there a problem?” asked Malcolm.

I shook my head again. I took a deep breath and leaned forward to take Lester’s half-hard cock in my mouth.

He put a hand on the back of my head, as I started bobbing up and down on his cock.

“You’re right,” he said to Malcolm. “He’s fucking terrible. I’ve had better blowjobs from my vacuum cleaner.”

I gave him a pissed off look and Malcolm laughed.

“Oh dear, I think you’ve hurt his feelings. Go easy on him. Remember what I told you about his alter?”

“Oh, yeees. I’m curious to see this alter.”

Malcolm grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me off Lester’s cock. He forced me to look up at him.

“Edan? Do you want to show Dane how it’s done?”

Edan poured into my body like warm water. He grinned up at Malcolm, and Malcolm let go of my hair.

Edan turned his attention to Lester. He gave the man a lustful look, and then shuffled in closer on his knees. He started to lick Lester’s cock all over, dipping his head to lick along the seam between the man’s balls, then ran his tongue in a long line along the underside of his cock, tracing his way up the shaft. He finished by circling Lester’s cockhead with his tongue, before plunging down on his cock all the way to the base.

“Good God, that’s good,” said Lester, as Edan worked him with ruthless enthusiasm. Edan kept his eyes on Lester’s face the whole time, taking the man’s short dick into his throat on every third stroke.

Lester put both hands on my head as his dick started to twitch in Edan’s mouth. Just as he was about to cum, Malcolm barked, “Edan, leave!”

I panicked as Lester held my head on his cock and pumped hot cum into my mouth. I tried to pull away, but Lester wasn’t letting me go anywhere.

“Take it,” he growled. “Take it all.”

He held me on him until he’d finished cumming, and then let me go.

I dropped my eyes to the floor, breathing hard. That had been nerve-wracking, but nowhere near as bad as I’d thought it’d be.

I ran my tongue around the inside of my mouth, and found the taste of cum was growing on me. I almost found it pleasant. Jesus. What was happening to me?

Lester gripped my hair and held his softening cock out. “You’re not done.”

I looked up at him wide-eyed as he guided himself back into my mouth. I tongued him clean as he squeezed out the last few drops, and when I was done, kept my eyes on his face. I was in a daze.

“I think you’re right,” said Lester to Malcolm. “It’s an expression of repressed sexuality. Have you got him medicated, or are we just working on exposure therapy?”

Malcolm put a finger to his lips. “Not in front of the boy.”

I looked from Lester to Malcolm. What the fuck was going on?

Malcolm crouched beside me again and put an arm around my shoulders. He put his lips next to my ear.

“Edan, I need you to remove what Doctor Johnstone’s just said from Dane’s memory. Can you do that?”

Edan nodded.

I blinked. Malcolm had his arm around my shoulders. I looked sideways at him, confused. I felt I’d missed time again, but I couldn’t be sure.

“How was that?” he asked. “Looks as if you enjoyed yourself.”

He glanced down, and I followed his gaze. The evidence was there. I’d never been so hard in my life.

“Do you want to cum?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Then you know what to do. Noel—let’s see if he can do a better job for you.”

Lester moved away, and another man took his place. He already had his thick cock out and was slowly jacking it.

I could smell his crotch, a strong male musk, and the scent of shaving foam from where he’d tidied himself.

I travelled my eyes up to his face, and saw a man with a groomed beard and thick hair slicked back. He looked younger than the others, only greying at the temples, and had to have been six three, six four. He was wearing a wedding ring, and I wondered if he was married to a man or a woman.

He caressed my jaw as I looked up at him.

“I want what Edan gave Lester. Can you do that for me?”

I nodded.

“Good boy.”

Something inside me twitched at that phrase. Good boy.

I got to work, replicating the techniques Edan had used, and was rewarded with a sigh of pleasure from Noel.

He caressed my hair, his eyes full of lust. “Good, good. That’s the way.”

His touch and the praise started to work on my head. I was still trapped, but I was starting to enjoy myself. After all, I didn’t have a choice. So if there was any way to take pleasure from what I was doing, I figured I should take it.

As Noel got close, Malcolm knelt behind me. His heat was at my back, one hand resting on my shoulder, while he wrapped his other hand around my dick.

I moaned around Noel’s cock as Malcolm slowly stroked me.

“Sucking cock feels good, doesn’t it?” he murmured in my ear.

I nodded as Noel’s dick started to twitch in my mouth.

“Swallowing cum is what you were born for,” said Malcolm quietly.

Oh God yes.

I moaned as Noel exploded in my mouth.

“Drink it all down,” said Malcolm, his lips brushing my ear.

I swallowed down everything Noel had to give, while Malcolm jacked me furiously, his lips against my ear.

“Good boy,” he murmured. “Good boy.”

He worked my cock hard and fast as Noel pulled out of my mouth and I bent my head, groaning in pleasure, as my cock spat ropes of cum all over the Turkish rug.

‘Found your new purpose in life?’ Edan asked.

‘Fuck off, Edan.’

He chuckled. ‘Like I said. We’re not so different.’

Malcolm got to his feet while I got my breath back.

A tap on the top of my head brought me back to the task in hand, as the next man stepped in to have his cock sucked.

By the time I’d finished sucking off the other two men, I was getting hard again. I’d lost my reluctance to suck, or to swallow their cum, and every second I was working them, all I wanted was Malcolm’s hand on me again. Each time as they got close, he knelt behind me and stroked me, keeping me on the edge.

He held me there, desperate for release, as they came in my mouth, in my throat, or splashed their cum across my face.

When they were done, Malcolm wiped off my face with a damp cloth, and then hauled me to my feet.

In a stupor, I thought that meant I was done. But I’d forgotten that sucking cock was only the entree, and my arsehole was still the main course.

And as I looked around, I saw five hungry faces.

As Malcolm hauled me to my feet, the taste of cum in my mouth, my hands bound behind my back, and five horny men lining up to use my virgin arsehole, I wanted to curse Edan for selling me to Malcolm for the night.

But... I wasn’t angry. I was afraid. Well—nervous, more than anything. But also excited. While I’d sucked off Malcolm’s friends, he’d kept me on the edge of orgasm, refusing to let me cum a second time. I knew why. The first time I’d cum, he’d timed it with a man cumming in my mouth, letting me know if I did well, I’d earn my own pleasure.

And now, I didn’t doubt he’d only let me cum again while I was being fucked in the arse.

Edan was relentlessly enthusiastic about the idea.

‘This is going to be amazing!’ he hissed, his consciousness riding shotgun for my own.

‘How would you know??’ I asked. ‘You’ve never done this before!’

If he’d had a body of his own, he’d have been jumping up and down like a kid about to open his presents on Christmas day.

‘Dane, you might have spent your life being terrified of having a cock in your arse, but I’ve spent my life, waiting for someone to take me long and hard. And lucky you. You get to have that too!’

Lucky me.

But his excitement was catching. I mean, we shared a body, so his heart rate going up, was my heart rate going up. His nipples hardening were my nipples turning into hard little points. My nipples hadn’t played much part in my sex life until now, but I got the feeling from how sensitive they were when Edan had control, that I’d missed out on quite a bit of sensation that would have been available to me, if I’d been awake when he was messing around with guys.

Malcolm put his hands on my shoulders as I stood there, and I shuddered under his touch.

“Dane. Are you still with us?”

I nodded.

“Make words, please.”

“Yes, I’m here.”

“Good boy.” He stroked his hands down my arms. “I’m going to borrow Edan for a short while to get you ready.”

Edan shivered, his breathing speeding up as he came into my body.

‘Night night, Dane. See you soon.’

He put me far away, my mind trapped behind a film of gauze I couldn’t push through. Where I was, it was dark, but on the other side of the gauze, voices were muted to a mumble of sound.

Hands touched my body, stroking my arms, my chest, my arse, wrapped around my cock and cupped my balls.

But while I had a shape, and the shape was still me, Edan possessed every inch of it.

The sensations that reached me were distant, had no direct source.

But I could sense him smirking, flirting, fawning under the attention, soaking it all up. The adrenaline it gave him boosted through me in a flood of endorphins, and soon I was stoned on sensation, the same as he was.

When Malcolm undid my hands and pushed me onto the couch, directing me onto my hands and knees, my body was numb to the cool of the leather. Still blind, the next vague sensation was pubic hair pressed against my forehead, as someone gripped my hair and pulled my face down into their lap.

Edan started licking, doing his best to get the spongy head of the man’s penis into his mouth so that he could suck it, but his cheek was forced against the man’s thigh, his face turned to the side so that he couldn’t distract himself.

And he was nervous now. We both were.

The man controlling my head spoke, but it was rumble of sound that held no sense.

My arse now in the air, with someone I couldn’t see behind me, I felt a tongue slide between my arse cheeks.

Edan shuddered. I shuddered. Held in place in another man’s lap, we melted into the sensation of a hot tongue gliding across our skin.

‘I thought you were putting me under,’ I said to Edan.

‘He’s already stretched you out. I’m going to let you up now, but slowly. Don’t fuck this up for me!’

The tongue slid down between my cheeks, and washed a wet line along the underside of my sac, forcing all the air out of my lungs in one explosive breath. I’d never felt anything that good before.

The tongue slid back to my hole and pushed spit against the centre, and I twitched against it, wanting a hot, wet penetration, and wanting it now.

The tongue pushed inside, teasing and wetting. And then whoever was rimming me moved away, and someone—who had to now be Malcolm—moved onto the couch behind me.

“Edan?”

I tried to shake my head, but the guy gripping me was holding me too tightly. I wet the inside of my mouth, and rasped, “Dane.”

Malcolm placed one hand on my arse, and his fingers, wet with lube, slid inside me. I tensed around them, but he held still until I relaxed, and started to finger me again.

I guessed, even though he’d loosened up Edan, my fear of what was about to happen was making me tense.

“What do you need, Dane?” Malcolm asked.

I blinked, surprised. What did I need?

His fingers kept sliding in and out of me, two, with a third teasing my entrance, and I was growing more and more desperate to have more of him inside me.

“Deeper,” I said.

I could hardly believe I was asking a man to push his fingers deeper into my arse, but I knew Edan knew if he did...

“Aaah, fhuuuuck.”

Malcolm found it, the place inside me that made me quiver and shudder under him.

The man holding my head against his thigh transferred his grip from one hand to the other, and placed a hand against my neck, stroking with his thumb.

“You ready for me inside you?” Malcolm asked.

A phone appeared in front of my face. There was a pulsing red circle in the middle of the screen. He was recording me.

Edan tensed in my gut, a twisting spiral of horny desperation.

“Because if you say no, this stops now.”

The man holding me against his lap spoke up. “Malcolm, do you think that’s a good idea—”

Malcolm shook the phone in front of my face. “Yes.”

The room went silent, tense with anticipation.

The only ‘sound’ was Edan silently willing me to say yes. Pleading with me to make all his perverted dreams come true.

"Dane, I need to hear you say this is what you want."

He pressed lightly against that place inside, and I convulsed under his touch. I wanted him to fuck me so badly, but I drew the line at saying it out loud.

Malcolm slowly withdrew his fingers. "I guess you're not ready."

"No!" I said, cringing inside. "Please don't stop."

"Tell me what you want." His fingers slid back inside me and I arched my back, pressing back on his fingers. "Tell me what you want, Dane."

"Fuck!"

"Yes?" His finger stopped moving, a light pressure against something that made me go mad with desperation.

"Please keep going."

"Going?"

"Fuck me!" I said. "Please fuck me!"

"Good boy."

The room gave a collective sigh of relief, and Malcolm put away his phone and pressed himself against my entrance and eased himself inside.

Edan couldn’t contain himself. He forced himself back into the light, and impaled himself on Malcolm’s cock, helping it enter, turning fear into excitement.

The feeling of being stretched, the burning, and that tight, dull pain of being speared were his bliss. He’d wanted this so long, and he took it all as if it was the greatest gift anyone could give him, seeing the pain as a rite of passage, on his journey towards feeding his cravings for being stuffed with dick at both ends as often as possible.

As Malcolm started to move inside me, Edan released my muscles bit by bit, until it was just me under Malcolm’s hands. With his withdrawal, all the sensation, the full feeling, the pain and the pleasure, all ramped up to full.

My world became the motion of being shoved forward by the thick pole plunging in and out of me, while my head was held against a man’s thigh, his leg hair scratching the side of my face.

Malcolm fucked noises of fear and pleasure out of me, sliding almost all the way out, then sliding all the way in again, rocking my body forward so that my hair ripped against the man’s hold on me.

“He’s ready,” said Malcolm, and the fist in my hair directed me up. The owner of it fed his cock into my mouth with his free hand and then pulled me back down on him.

I rolled my eyes up to his face as Malcolm ploughed my arse, and found it was Lester.

This time, I knew what to do.

Edan was a tight knot of joy in my stomach as I sucked Lester’s cock, and I concentrated on that, rather than what Malcolm was doing inside me, while Edan revelled in being fucked.

“That’s good,” breathed Lester, staring down at me, with his bald head and his round face, and his wire-rimmed glasses. “Much better than the first time. You look so cute with your mouth and your arse full of cock.”

Jesus.

Why did him saying that turn me on more?

Edan laughed hysterically, pushing back on Malcolm’s cock now, driving him deeper.

Malcolm, it seemed, could feel the effect Lester’s praise had on me, because he stroked a hand down my back as he fucked me.

“You want to cum, Dane?”

The hand stroking my back slid under me and started stroking my shaft, and I let out a horny moan around Lester’s cock.

“That’s my boy.”

Malcolm started slamming into me with the slap of flesh on flesh. He was fucking me so hard, it was impossible to keep sucking Lester, and I pulled off his cock and dropped my head onto the couch.

He grunted as he pistoned into me, then reached under me and stroked me once from base to tip, as he jammed himself as far into my channel as he could.

I let out a moan, and he fell across my back, his lips against my ear.

“Cum for me, Dane.”

I let out an animal cry of release, as he jammed himself hard into my rectum, and I spurted a load of hot cum across the couch.  He chuckled in my ear as I let out a groan of pleasure, and pressed his body against my back, shuddering and jerking his orgasm inside me.

He put one hand up to my head, possessively cradling it in his palm, holding my forehead against the couch.

“Good boy.”

“Oh Christ that was hot, let him up!”

Malcolm’s weight lifted off my back, and Lester yanked my head up and jammed his cock back into my mouth.

I barely had time to register that I’d just had a man cum up my arse, before Lester shoved me back down on his cock and started to hump my face. I couldn’t do anything other than seal my lips around him as he pulled me onto him, thrusting his hips up as he forced my head up and down on his pole.

A moment later he let out a contented noise and flooded my mouth with cum.

He kept thrusting into me so that my lips were slick with cum, and it started dripping down his cock to coat his balls, pools of it nestling in his pubic hair.

“Sooo hot,” he breathed down at me, still fucking my face.

Malcolm pulled out of me, leaving me feeling wet and vacated. He crouched by the couch, stroking the back of my neck, as Lester forced me to suck every last drop of cum from his cock. Which wasn’t softening at all.

Fucking Viagra. It had to be. Oh God, how many times tonight would I have to take these guys’ dicks?

‘Does it matter?’ asked Edan. ‘You’d do it all again for free.’

He was vibrating with happiness, like a dog wagging an invisible tail.

“Did you enjoy that?” Malcolm murmured in my ear, and I slid my eyes sideways and nodded.

Lester pulled me off his cock, and jammed my face into his pubic hair. “Get me clean, boy.”

Malcolm stroked a hand down my back as I did as I was told, tonguing away all traces of cum from Lester’s wiry pubes.

When he was satisfied, Lester pushed me back up on my knees, and I sat up, panting for breath.

Malcolm straightened up and tilted my head up, forcing me to make eye contact. Sitting up like that, I was sure I could feel his cum sliding out of my arse.

“My friends are going to fuck you now. Do exactly as you’re told. No more Edan. Understand?”

I nodded, then remembered I had to speak. “Yes.”

He put a hand on top of my head, and turned to the others. “Who wants him first?”

Noel stepped forward, and Malcolm moved back to let him take his place.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve fucked a boy’s arse as sweet as this one.” Noel put his hands on my shoulders, drinking me in. He lowered a hand to my nipple and squeezed it hard.

I bit back a noise of protest, but deep inside me, coiled up tight in the dark, Edan shuddered with pleasure.

Noel did it again, watching me intently for my reaction, and this time I closed my eyes and shuddered with Edan.

“Excellent. I love a boy with sensitive nipples. So much more fun to play with. But first things first. Let’s get this couch cleaned up.”

He gripped the collar around my neck and hauled me off the couch.

I fell onto the floor on my hands and knees, too surprised to protest, and he pushed my head back towards the puddles of cum I’d left on the couch.

All five men crowded in to watch, stroking themselves as I started to lick the leather clean. I had to push myself up onto the couch part way to get all of it, and I could feel their horn rising as they watched me.

When I was done, Noel gripped the collar again and hauled me away from the couch. He turned me to face him, and I sat there on my knees, my hands on my thighs, and looked up at him expectantly.

“Where do you want him?” Malcolm asked.

Noel gave me a speculative look. “Bent over the back of the couch.”

“I have a creative use for his mouth after that,” said one of the other two men. “If that’s alright.”

He looked as if he might be Arabic, with dark skin, thick hair that was long at the back, and light coloured eyes. He was wearing a charcoal grey suit that looked as if it cost more than I did.

“I’d be delighted if you would,” said Noel. He grinned down at me. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Edan nodded, but I wasn’t so happy about the word ‘creative’.

Noel put his hands under my armpits and hauled me to my feet, then gave me a small shove.

As I stumbled around the couch, the other men took the opportunity to grope and slap my arse as I moved past them, and I stood with my hands resting on the hard leather back of the couch and let them fondle me, while I waited for Noel to catch up.

He strolled up behind me and put a hand in the middle of my back, shoving me over the back of the couch. I grunted as I bent at the waist, and gripped the back of the couch to stop from falling any further forward.

He kicked my legs further apart, and I glanced over my shoulder to see him shed his trousers.

He slicked up his cock with lube handed to him by Malcolm, and then placed himself at my entrance.

‘Breathe into it, Dane; taking a cock is a beautiful thing,’ said Edan, pushing his arse out a bit more to invite Noel in.

I braced myself mentally to take him, afraid, but turned on, and was surprised at how easily he slid into me. He wasn’t as thick as Malcolm, and the heat of his large hands; one on my shoulder, one on my waist, made something in me give way.

‘Fall into it,’ whispered Edan. ‘Come down here with me.’

I sank away from the light, closing my eyes as Noel started to thrust his cock into my tight, but accommodating channel, and drifted into myself.

Edan closed his arms around me and nuzzled against my neck.

‘Feel it. But don’t fight it’

In the physical world, hands held my body, while a man dicked me at his own steady, leisurely pace. But inside, Edan wound himself around me, his body like mine, but not quite mine, passing through me as he held me, sometimes kissing me, chaste and affectionate, sometimes sliding inside me to inhabit me, wearing me around him in a weird, other-worldly hug.

Even though I’d clearly been dissociative all my life, I’d never felt anything like this before. He was a ghost, a protector, a watcher, but he was also me. And I was not one person. We were brothers inside each other, twins in a single body, in a single mind.

“Dane!”

Malcolm’s voice was like a slap to the face.

I opened my eyes and lifted my head, finding myself still being pummelled against the back of the couch by Noel, my vision shaking with every thrust.

Malcolm stood in front of the couch watching me. He didn’t say anything else but I could see his mind working.

Noel’s breathing sped up, and he pushed me down again, so I was staring at the seat cushions, my feet almost lifting off the floor as he slammed himself home. His grip on me was iron as he unleashed his load inside me, and he shoved hard with every spurt spraying my insides with cum.

I could feel his cock pulsing in my arse, and then a hand gripped my hair, lifting my head again as Noel slid out of me.

It was Malcolm, behind me now, and he pulled my head back, forcing me to my feet, my back arched.

He wasn’t that much taller than me, but he seemed it in that moment.

“Come with me.”

He sounded angry, and I wondered what I’d done wrong.

My arsehole felt as if it wasn’t closed properly, and there was a warm trickle snaking its way down the back of my ballsack.

He hauled me back into the middle of the room, and let go of my hair.

“Edan!”

There was no response from anywhere inside me. Edan was curled up into a tight knot like an armadillo, a tiny armoured core inside me. He wasn’t coming back out. Not to that voice.

“It’s me,” I said. “Just me. Dane.”

Malcolm narrowed his eyes.

The other man, the one who’d asked if he could use my mouth after Noel, stepped forward.

“I believe him.” He’d unbuttoned his shirt and it hung open, exposing a fit body. His pecs and the shape of his trunk suggested he worked out, and his dark skin gave him muscle definition, even though he was moving towards middle-aged spread.

He undid his shirt cuffs, and shucked his shirt off, while Malcolm continued to eye me suspiciously.

“I told you I’d beat Edan out of you if he came back without an invitation,” he said. He stepped in close to me and I cringed away from him.

“He’s not here!”

Malcolm grabbed my shoulder. His eyes bored into mine.

“Are you lying to me, boy?”

“No!”

He stared at me a few moments longer, then let go.

“Alright.” He turned to the Arab-looking guy. “Kasim, he’s all yours.”

Kasim smiled at me. “Have you ever tasted a man’s arse before, Dane?” He laughed at the horror on my face. “Don’t worry—from what I’ve seen, you’re going to love it.”

Edan did a little happy dance.

The final man, who looked like a school teacher, with a thick moustache, and dressed in beige trousers and a striped, long-sleeved pullover,  stepped up to stand beside Kasim. He had a hand pressed against his bulge, caressing himself through his trousers.

“I’d like to eat him while he eats you,” he said.

I eyed his moustache, feeling uneasy. Surely it’d be like being eaten out by a yard broom.

“Be my guest,” said Malcolm. He gestured to the school teacher. “Roger, what’s most comfortable for you?”

“Put him on the couch. The floor’s too hard for my old knees.”

Malcolm pulled me to my feet again, and directed me back to the couch. He had me climb onto it on all fours, so my head faced the end of the couch, and had me grip the low arm, and drop my head to rest on my hands, so I was at the right height to suck off Kasim, leaving my arse in the air, available for Roger to eat out.

“Do you want me to clean him down first?” Malcolm asked Roger.

“No, I quite like a little creampie.”

Oh Christ, this was not happening. A man was about to clean another man’s cum out of my arsehole, while I was forced to tongue another man’s anus.

I started to hyperventilate, and Malcolm put a hand on my head.

“Dane, look at me.”

I looked up at him, and he stroked his hand through my hair.

“You’re doing so well. You’re worth the money so far. Keep it up, and I may even have a little something extra for you at the end of the night.”

I swallowed hard, with a mouth so dry, it hurt my throat.

“Can I please have something to drink?”

Kasim stripped off his trousers. He pulled down his briefs, and dropped both onto an armchair along with his suit jacket and shirt. He came over to the couch naked, his erect cock held in his hand.

Kasim grinned. “May I?”

Malcolm kept his eyes on my face, but mine slid to Kasim. I didn’t think he was going to get me a glass of water.

“On second thoughts, I’m fine.”

Kasim laughed. “I’m very well hydrated, boy.”

Malcolm chuckled at my look of horror.

“Don’t worry, Edan negotiated this one on your behalf. I’ll get you some water.”

Kasim smiled down at me hungrily, while Malcolm fetched a glass of water from the bench, and handed it to Kasim.

Kasim put a hand under my chin and tilted my head back. “One day.” He poured the water into my mouth, and I had to swallow hard to drink it down without spilling it. Some of it ran down my chin and dripped onto the couch, and I could see that in Kasim’s mind’s eye, it wasn’t water dripping off my face.

“Thank you,” I gasped, glad to have been given water; glad it was over.

Kasim handed the glass back to Malcolm, and I let out an undignified squeal as a tongue swiped up the back of my balls, licking a wet line up to my leaking arsehole.

My eyes widened as Roger started to go to town, digging his tongue into my hole, eating out all of Malcolm and Noel’s cum.

“And now, it’s your turn,” said Kasim, his accent putting a little roll on the ‘r’.

He turned his back to me, and parted his cheeks.

I caught a good whiff of his musk, mixed with the scent of soap and whatever cologne he was wearing. He smelled clean; hell, at least there was no cum stuffed up there, and so as he backed up to me, I buried my face between his cheeks and started to lick his arsehole.

“Hold his head, would you please Malcolm?” he said after a moment, and Malcolm put a hand on the back of my head and forced my face hard against Kasim’s arse.

Held in place by Malcolm so I could barely breathe, I knew the only way to get this to end was to make Kasim happy.

But inside me, Edan was wiggling like a tadpole, hungry to come up and taste this man’s arse.

Could I get away with letting him take over, or would Malcolm notice?

‘I’ll act disgusted,’ Edan promised. ‘Please Dane, let me, please?’

Jesus Christ, this guy was part of me, and he was horny to lick out another man’s arse. Fuck it. I let him take over my body.

The second I did, the sensation against my own hole intensified.

“Oh fuck,” Edan breathed against Kasim’s hole, and his tongue started dancing against the man’s hole.

I could feel Malcolm’s suspicious eyes on me, but Edan kept his promise.

“Let me up, please!” he said, then pushed his tongue deeper into Kasim’s cleaned-out hole, licking around the inside, making him slippery.

Malcolm pushed his head deeper, and growled, “No whining.”

I sat back on my heels inside my head, while Edan moaned at the tongue pleasuring his arse, and savoured the arsehole under his tongue.

Finally, I could feel Kasim stroking himself.

“Use a finger, boy,” he said.

Gladly, Edan slathered a finger with spit, and pushed it inside the man, licking around the outer ring as he did.

“Yes, yes, keep doing that... yes!”

His body bent over as he started to cum, and he spun around and grabbed my head, feeding his cock into my surprised mouth.

His cum spurted across my tongue in hot ropes, and Edan swallowed it all, shuddering with pleasure as he did.

His cock... my cock, was rock hard again.

And then, behind me, I felt Roger line himself up, and start to push into my cum and spit-lubricated hole.

“Oooh, that’s tight. That’s good.”

He started to push himself in and out, while Noel came back to my head to have his cock sucked again.

This time, he clearly wasn’t going to come, just enjoying the sensation of having my mouth on his dick while Roger gave me a long, lazy fuck, that ended up with him pounding into me before he unleashed his load.

He was replaced by Kasim, while Malcolm used my mouth again.

I lost track of their use of my mouth and arse, how many loads I took in my throat, up my arse, and on my face, but at some point, I heard an alarm go off.

“That’s us,” said Malcolm, who had his cock stuffed in my arse. “Session’s over.”

He sped up his thrusts and jerked a last load into me, before pulling out. He got off the couch and stepped up to my face, and I cleaned him off in a daze. At this point, all I could taste was cum.

Edan had no problem with it. I had no problem with it. I wasn’t even sure I was glad it was over. I wasn’t even sure I existed anymore.

There was a knock at the door.

“Come in. We’ve just finished up,” said Malcolm.

The other started to get dressed, as the door opened.

As cum slid from my abused arsehole, and dried on my face, I looked up to see my old best friend, Marty. And he looked good. His pecs filled out his shirt, and his short brown hair was styled.

I sat back on my heels on the couch and watched in shock as he shook hands with Malcolm.

“How did it go?”

“I think we’re nearly there,” said Malcolm. He glanced around at me. “Edan?”

Edan got off the couch and strutted up to Marty.

“Don't worry, Dane’s not going to bother us anymore.” He tongue kissed Marty.

What. The. Fuck.

“I’d say integration’s at nearly eighty percent,” said Malcolm. “But just to be sure, we’d like to observe you together.”

Edan finished his kiss, and Marty gave a nervous chuckle.

“Dane’s not going to like that.”

No, Dane was not going to like that. What the fuck was going on? I hadn’t seen Marty in years. Also, Marty was straight. He’d let me blow him... well, he’d let Edan blow him as a favour. He’d said so.

“Dane, why don’t you come out and talk to us,” said Malcolm.

Edan released my body back to me, and I pulled away from Marty.

“What the fuck? What the fuck?” I couldn’t think or say anything else. “You and Edan have been fucking? How long for?”

Marty held up his hands. “Easy, Dane. No, we haven’t been fucking. Edan didn’t want to do that until you were on board.”

“So he sold me? If you’re my fucking boyfriend, how are you okay with this?”

“Calm down!” said Malcolm, raising his voice over mine. “Marty, take a seat. Dane, get on the floor and shut up.”

“No, I won’t fucking get on the floor! You got what you paid for—you fucking... you fucking used me. You’ve all used me!”

“Edan!”

Edan seized my body. My knees gave out and I folded to the floor. He sat me back on my heels, my hands on my thighs, and held me there.

Malcolm crouched beside me.

“Dane, for a moment, you’re going to listen. And then, as part of your therapy, Marty’s going to fuck you. Are we clear?”

There was a crazed, hungry look in his eyes.

Under that gaze, my gut clenched, and my sight started to dim. A rumble started, a vibration. At first I thought it was an earthquake, and then I realised... no. This was happening inside me. Someone was coming up.

Edan whipped his head around and stared into the dark. Both of us stopped breathing as a third alter stepped out into the light.

He took over my body, and I felt my shoulders and chest fill out, felt power flow into my legs, felt arrogance and a look of contempt come into my eyes.

He dragged Edan out of the driver’s seat and sent him stumbling back towards me.

I slowly got to my feet. His feet.

“Edan, what are you doing!” Malcolm said. There was a note of fear in his voice.

The presence turned its head to look at him. “My name’s not Edan. It’s Aden.” He turned his head to Marty. “And you, mate, you’ve got a fuck tonne of explaining to do.”

There was a pause while everyone adjusted to this

“You have a third?” asked Kasim. “Since when?”

Aden smiled at him indulgently. “Since I needed one. Good thing too, or I’d be taking Marty’s cock up my arse about now, wouldn’t I?”

Sitting in the back seat of our mind next to me, Edan shivered. ‘I don’t like him, Dane. I don’t like him at all.’

I shrugged. ‘I do.’

Malcolm approached Aden cautiously. “So, you are a third. Where are Edan and Dane?”

“Watching,” said Aden. “Waiting. Anticipating.” He grinned.

He stalked up to Marty, who’d sunk into an armchair, and stood over him. “You’re a stud. Edan has good taste at least. Get your kit off and let’s do this.”

Marty gave him a terrified look.

I cheered, but Edan gave me a terrified glare. ‘We don’t need a third. Why would we need a third?’

‘Because,’ I said to him, ‘You haven’t got a clue about consent, you little shit.’

‘I’m you!’ he shouted back. ‘You want what I want!’

“Shut up both of you!” snapped Aden, and both of us fell silent.

He looked around the room, at five worried faces, and one terrified one. Marty, sitting in his chair, looked as if he might throw up.

Aden crouched so that his face was level with Marty’s crotch, and put his hands on the man’s thighs.

“You want to fuck me? Best you start undressing.”

“Aden, it’s time to stop the session,” said Malcolm.

Both Edan and I were now used to obeying him, but Aden wasn’t interested. He straightened up and stepped back, then put a hand on Malcolm’s shoulder and hung his head in an amused chuckle.

“Oh, you’re so clever, aren’t you? Using this boy’s body, under the guise of helping him unite his desire for men and his repulsion for his desire; all so his boyfriend here can finally fuck him the way he wants to. His, straight boyfriend, I might add.”

He gave Marty a hard look.

“You’re not actually his boyfriend, are you? You just want to fuck him. Want him to fuck you and suck you when you’re horny, but not much else. A willing sex slave for you while you’re studying, and don’t have time to put the energy into anyone who requires more seduction than a Red Bull and a sweaty jock.”

It seemed Aden knew a lot more about what’d been going on than I did. For the first time, I wondered how much time Edan had been spending up top, and if... if he was the dominant personality, not me. That was a fucking awful thought.

“Aden, let’s end the session here, and we’ll talk about this in my office on Monday,” said Malcolm. “How does that sound?”

Aden swung his head to face him. “No. I don’t think we’ll be having any more sessions. In fact, unless you want me to call the police and tell them you’ve paid a mentally ill boy for the use of his body for the night, I suggest you all leave the room while I have a chat with my friend here.”

Malcolm faced him down, but I could tell that the threat of calling the police was one he took seriously.

“Now!”

His face set in concrete, Malcolm walked over to the library door and wrenched it open. One by one, the other men followed him out.

Marty started to protest, but Aden pointed a finger at him.

“Shut it."

As soon as the library door closed, Aden grabbed Marty’s shirt and hauled him to his feet.

Marty’s blue eyes were wide and staring. “Don’t hurt me, Dane. I know this looks bad, but it’s all a misunderstanding...”

Aden tilted his head. “Are you slow? Dane’s not here right now.”

He let go of Marty’s shirt and stepped in close. Despite the fact I was a couple of inches shorter than Marty, with Aden in control, Marty seemed to shrink.

Aden nuzzled Marty’s neck, and put a hand on the back of his head, pulling him in for a kiss. There was very little resistance before Marty’s lips parted and he kissed Aden back.

I was still naked, confused, and covered in five men’s cum—but still fully clothed, Marty seemed like the frightened, vulnerable one.

“I’m going to give you what you’ve really been craving your whole life,” Aden whispered against Marty’s lips. He bent his head, and started to unbutton Marty’s shirt, spreading it open under his hands.

“You have a very nice body. I can’t wait to be inside it.”

Aden stroked his hands down Marty’s chest, his fingers wandering across my once-best friend's pecs, then stroking over the ripples of muscle that led down to his waist.

Marty’s eyes stayed wide and terrified, even as a bulge grew in his jeans.

Aden covered that bulge with his hand and caressed Marty through his jeans, and Marty half-closed his eyes. He let out a moan, and Aden gave him a dark grin.

Edan’s hand gripped my arm. ‘Actually, I’ve decided, I do quite like him.’

“Take off your clothes,” said Aden.

Marty put his hands to his belt and pulled it open, then jerked open his fly and pulled down his pants. Aden put a hand to his briefs, squeezing him through the cotton.

“A big boy! So that’s what Edan sees in you.”

By this point, Marty's mouth hung open and his eyes were heavy-lidded with lust. “Suck me?”

Aden laughed. “Oh no. No, it’s your turn, sunshine.”

He placed his hands on Marty’s shoulders and applied pressure.

It didn’t take much. Marty dropped to his knees.

In all the time I’d known him, Marty had never shown any signs of being interested in cock. But here, now, his gaze latched on to Aden’s erection, and I knew that look. It was the look Edan got when he wanted to suck someone off. Admittedly, I’d only felt it from the inside, but I recognised it anyway. Marty wanted that cock in his mouth.

Aden placed a hand on top of Marty’s head, and directing his cock with his hand, painted Marty’s lips with precum.

“This is what you really want, isn’t it?”

Marty looked lost. He seemed in awe of Aden, waiting obediently to be told what to do.

“Go on then. Wouldn’t want to deny you.”

Keeping his eyes locked to Aden’s, Marty parted his slick lips and took Aden’s cockhead in his mouth.

Aden threw his head back and let out a moan. “Hooooh, yeah. That’s the spirit.”

Marty got his hand involved, and started working Aden's shaft as he sucked away.

I didn’t need to see him to feel Marty’s enthusiasm. Aden was right, this was what he wanted.

“Fantastic,” breathed Aden, as Marty sucked him hard.

Aden dropped his head forward again looked down at Marty with lust.

“Are you a butt-virgin, Marty?”

Marty pulled off his cock, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the tip of Aden’s penis. “Yes.”

Aden gave him a disbelieving look. “Really, Marty? Really? Are you sure?”

Still jacking Aden’s dick, Marty licked his lips. “No.”

“Didn’t think so.”

Aden pulled him to his feet and pushed his tongue into Marty’s mouth, in an aggressive tongue-fuck.

Fuck. I was kissing Marty. I was kissing Marty. I was kissing Marty.

Aden pushed Marty back onto the chair. “Get your pants off, and get up on the chair.”

Marty did as Aden said and stripped off his underwear. He climbed onto the chair, his arms dangling over the back, and glanced down at the floor. Waiting.

“Stay there.”

Aden went to the door and pulled it open. Only Malcolm was still there. He gave Aden a wary look. “Aden?”

“Get back in here. You did your job. Badly... and without any conscience. But Dane’s at least interested in having sex with men now, and so am I.” He held out a hand. “I need lube and a condom.”

Malcolm pulled a condom out of one pocket, and a small bottle of lube out of the other. He handed both to Aden.

“You want in on this party?” Aden asked.

Malcolm shook his head. “I’ll watch.”

He came back into the library, and cast a curious glance at Marty, still obediently draped over the back of the armchair. He dropped down onto the couch, and rested a hand against the thickness in his trousers.

Aden snapped on the condom and lubed himself, then pulled Marty’s arse back towards him.

Marty braced himself against the back of the chair, while Aden started prepping him. While he lubed up Marty’s arse and stretched him out, Edan struggled to be let up.

'Come on!' he whined, but Aden was having none of it, holding him at bay with the mental equivalent of a hand pressed against Edan's forehead.

He was clearly our big-brother, and Edan was a scrawny runt next to him.

Edan came back into the dark, enraged and horny, and threw himself down beside me. ‘I want to fuck Marty!’

‘Then learn to top,’ I said.

‘You’re a prick, Dane, you know that?’

I snorted. ‘Whatever, mate, I’m not the one who—’

And then we both leaned forward as Aden pushed himself into Marty.

Holy fuck. Both of us were open mouthed in shock. I’d never had anal sex with a girl, and Edan certainly hadn’t.

‘Watch and learn,’ said Aden.

He bent his head over Marty as he slowly took possession of his arse. If I’d had a physical form, the hair on my arms would have been standing on end from the way it felt to be Aden.

Aden let out a sigh, and ran his nose up the back of Marty’s neck, soaking up the scent of his hair. He bit Marty’s earlobe and then murmured into his ear, “You’ve had this coming for a lonnnng time.”

Marty shuddered and let his head fall forward, and Aden started to fuck him in earnest.

Aden took him from behind, then sat in the chair and had Marty impale himself inch by inch until his arse rested in Aden’s lap. This meant he was facing Malcolm, who by this stage was jacking himself openly, clearly enjoying watching sports-jock Marty get fucked by his skinnier, smaller best friend.

Aden held Marty back against him as Marty fucked himself on Aden’s cock, then Aden finished by bending him over the back of the couch, the way Noel had done to me, finally blowing his load deep inside him.

When he was done, Aden pulled Marty down on the couch and peeled off his condom. He had Marty suck him hard again, and guided Marty’s head onto him until he came a second time, filling Marty’s mouth with a hot load of cum.

All this time, Marty hadn’t come once.

Aden dragged him upright, and put an arm around him. His fingers stroked against Marty’s neck, while Marty fisted his own erection.

“Can I cum, Aden, please?”

Aden called back into the dark. ‘What do you think boys? Do we let him cum or not?’

‘Suck him!’ Edan shouted, as if he was shouting to the heroine in a horror film.

‘Make him suck you again!’ I shouted. I had a feeling he owed us quite a few bro-jobs.

“Got bad news for you,” Aden said to Marty. “The boys are divided on whether or not you deserve to cum.”

“Come ooonnn, just touch me!” begged Marty. “I’ll suck you off every day for the next week.”

Aden turned to look at him. “And?”

“And... ?”

Aden rolled his eyes. “And, I’m sorry Aden, that I encouraged Edan to have Dane fucked by multiple men as some kind of psuedo-therapy.”

He gave Marty a sweet smile.

“I’m... I’m sorry Aden, that I encouraged Edan to have Dane fucked like this.”

“Good boy.” Aden ruffled Marty’s hair. “That’s a start. Next, you can pay Dane the two-thousand pounds he thinks he’s getting.”

Marty’s eyes went wide.

‘What does he mean, ‘thinks I’m getting?’ I turned to Edan. ‘What does he mean by that?’

‘Well, technically, they were paying you in therapy time,’ said Edan. ‘So, the money wasn’t... actual money. It was therapy.’ He gave me a bright grin.

‘He said it was in my account!’

‘Again, technically, money that doesn’t leave your account is still in your account.’

I wanted to choke the life out of the little shit, but I could only imagine what kind of Fight Club damage that might do to me.

Luckily, Aden had it in hand. “Two thousand pounds, transfer it to his account now, and I’ll let you cum.”

Marty’s face crumpled in disbelief. “I don’t have that kind of cash.”

Aden took hold of Marty’s cock, and moved in closer.

“I’ll let Edan suck you off.”

Marty’s eyes got even wider. He held Aden’s gaze for a long minute. Aden didn’t blink.

Finally, Marty sighed. “Fine. Will two hundred do for now?”

“It’s a start,” said Aden. “You can pay the rest in installments.”

Marty clearly wasn’t happy, but he didn’t argue.

“Well go on then.”

Aden pushed him off the couch, swatting his arse, as Marty went to collect his phone. He had a great arse, muscular and tight, and all of us admired it as he crossed the room.

Aden gave him my account number, and watched as Marty transferred the money across. Once that was done, he gripped Marty’s shoulders and gave him a kiss on the lips.

“Remember, Marty, if you take advantage of either of them, I’ll be here. Watching you. And you don’t want to know what’ll happen if you piss me off.”

Marty searched Aden’s eyes. “Uh, can I speak to Edan now?”

“Sure.”

Aden sauntered off into the dark, disappearing completely as Edan swam to the surface.

Although Edan was shocked by what’d happened, he’d enjoyed seeing Marty squirm. The second he hit the driver’s seat, his dick sprang to life. He put his arse in the air and his mouth in Marty’s lap, and started pleasuring my best mate for all he was worth.

Marty rested a hand on his head, moaning in pleasure, and Edan brought him to a hot, wet climax in less than ten minutes.

But instead of drinking Marty’s cum, he held it in his mouth and then sat up on his knees. He put a hand behind Marty’s head and kissed him.

Marty initially tried to pull back, but with Edan’s fingers stroking the back of his head, he finally gave in and let Edan press Marty's own cum into his mouth with his tongue.

I moved away from the light, letting them do what they did, and sat cross-legged in the black.

*

“Are you alright, Dane?”

“Huh?”

I snapped out of my daze, and found Malcolm shining a torch into my eyes.

“Thought we’d lost you for a while there.”

I looked around. I was in my flat, sitting at my kitchen table.

“You hungry?”  someone called from behind me.

I glanced around and saw Marty cooking pancakes in the kitchen.

How the hell had that happened? Marty cooked for me now? How long had I been out?

I realised Edan was shivering in place beside me like an ornamental dog.

‘Aden’s had a lot of up-time,’  he said. ‘He’s amazing.’ His voice was full of awe.

“I said, are you hungry?” Marty called out.

I shrugged, still disoriented. “Uh... yeah?”

“Great.”

Marty slid a pancake onto a plate, lathered it with canned cream and maple syrup, and set it in front of me.

He started singing under his breath as he went back into the kitchen.

Malcolm slid his little torch back into his pocket.

“Well, I think you’re good to go. Stay in touch, Edan, Dane. Aden. More up time for Dane, please. And if any of you ever want to make some extra cash, call me. It won’t be in therapy dollars next time.”

He gave us a grin, and got to his feet.

“See you next Saturday, Marty? Not far to go now.”

Marty froze. “How much is left?”

“I believe you only owe Dane another four hundred pounds, and then you’re done.”

Marty swallowed hard. “See you Saturday.”

Malcolm patted his shoulder. “Good boy.”

Once he’d gone, Marty let out a sigh of relief. He came over to me and slid his arms around my shoulders.

“I’ve got so much to tell you, lover boy.” He kissed my cheek. “Good to have you back."