The Mansion Boys...and Girl

Hey guys! I'm trying hard to wrap this story up. Probably in three more chapters. I have ideas for new stuff! I just need to get through this. 

You'll see Harrison, Blaze and Calista start to take on their own lives. Eventually, Jack is going to make some big decisions too. After nearly a year together, everyone is finding their own way - and having lots of sex as they go.

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Even though Calista was in love with Justin, she still had needs and actively pursued being a Mistress. She was really getting into it and wanted to have as much practice as she could. She even considered advertising her services. Over the time that Brayden and Jarrin have been living at the mansion, Calista made an effort to get to know them. Their background in BDSM intrigued her and she offered up an idea.

“Maybe you boys would like to be my subs for a night? I think it would be fun! I always like adding to my experience.”

“I have no problem with that, but I’m not sure Bray will want to sub. He never subs. He really only bottoms for me.”

“You know what, Jarr? I think it will be fun too.”

“Yay! So exciting! You boys are so cute and I want to play with you!”

“Wow, Brayden. This is sort of a surprise. A good one, but definitely a surprise.”

“You know, a good Dom should know what it is like being a sub. She’s the perfect Dom for me.”

Calista could barely contain her excitement. She jumped up and down excitedly and hugged both boys. Once she calmed down, she gave them instructions. They were to meet her in the playroom the next night.

***

Brayden and Jarrin were naked and on their knees, facing away from Calista, in the middle of the playroom. They had explored this room, and the dildo room, before and had even played in them a few times themselves. That night, the wall of toys including crops, floggers, whips, paddles, gags, masks, dildos, anal plugs, restraints, rope, chastity cages and lubricants suddenly looked intimidating. They wondered what Calista would use on them. They both trembled with anticipation.

“Stand!” she ordered. Both boys quickly stood and waited for the next instruction. Calista collared each boy. “I love how excited you two are!” Calista said somewhat out of character as she slapped their hard cocks. Even though she intended to be a Dominatrix, the cheery little girl in her almost always came out during her sessions.

“Let me start with you,” Calista said, running her fingers down Jarrin’s chest. “Spread your legs as far apart as you can and place your hands behind your head like you’re being arrested and don’t move!”

Jarrin’s legs were shaking a little. Excitement was rushing through him which made him slip up - he stepped forward. Calista snarled at him, “seriously? I thought you would be the one who took direction and now look at you disobeying me.”

Calista grabbed a paddle and smacked Jarrin’s ass as hard as she could. It was all Jarrin could do to not step forward again, or fall over. “I told you not to move! Every time you mess up you’re going to receive a punishment. That’s your first. Be careful.”

“Sorry Mistress,” a subdued Jarrin responded.

“Don’t be sorry, be better. Now spread your legs wide!” 

Cuffs were attached to each ankle and a spreader bar was set in between Jarrin’s legs. Cuffs were attached to his wrists and then linked together with a carabiner. They were then lifted above his head and attached to the bar above him. Once Jarrin was firmly attached to the bar, Calista grabbed the remote and raised the bar. 

Jarrin’s wrists were pulled tightly above him so that his arms were stretched upward and he was barely lifted off the floor. He was completely exposed, helpless and ready to be used. Now it was Brayden’s turn.

“Get down like a dog!” Calista commanded Brayden who dropped down on all fours. “Good boy.”

Cuffs were attached to Brayden’s wrists and ankles. A long padded bar was placed behind his knees and attached to the cuffs. Brayden was now face down and ass up in a pretty uncomfortable position. Not to be too harsh, Calista placed a pillow under his head.

Calista now stood in front of them. “Aren’t I beautiful, boys?” Brayden strained to raise his head to look up at her while Jarrin could stare right at her. Both of them nodded affirmatively. 

Calista wore a skin tight black latex bra, a black latex waspie corset that cinched her waist, tiny black lace underwear and thigh high black leather boots with metal heels. Her long dark hair flowed down her back and her lips and nails were painted with a bright red. Already 6’4”, in her high heeled boots she stood around 6’8” and towered over the boys, making them feel completely insignificant and worthless.

“You look incredible, Mistress,” Jarrin mumbled. Brayden just groaned at his lover's inability to not annoy her.

“I know how good I look,” Calista snapped, “I don’t need a lowly slave to tell me that. You know how this works, right? You only talk when I tell you to. Now you’ve earned two punishments! Maybe you should be more like your boyfriend and understand when you can and can’t speak.”

Calista grabbed a ball gag from the wall and forced it into Jarrin’s mouth. She aggressively pulled the straps tight before buckling it shut. Calista then pressed her body against his back and ran her fingers lightly down his waist. The intimate contact quickened Jarrin’s breathing, there was drool dripping from his gagged mouth. Poor Brayden strained himself to not fall over. His body was getting numb from being in this awkward position. He quietly groaned and tried not to make much more noise. 

“Look at you, so obedient. Staying nice and quiet and not annoying me,” Calista cooed, “you are going to be rewarded for your obedience.”

Calista knelt down and ran her hands over Brayden’s back and down to his ass. “That feels good doesn’t it? Do you like the feeling of my hands caressing your body?” Brayden didn’t respond. “It’s ok baby, you can tell me how good you feel. Do you feel good?”

“Yes, Mistress, thank you. I feel very good, Mistress.”

Without any warning Calista grabbed Brayden’s exposed balls and began squeezing them. The pressure increased gradually until it became unbearable. He grunted loudly, gnashing his teeth and biting on his lower lip, wondering what triggered this abrupt act. She didn’t let go even when he buckled and nearly fell over. 

“Hearing those sounds you make gets me so excited!” Calista licked her fingers on her free hand and slid two of them into Brayden’s ass. “Mmmmmm, I love listening to you moaning, don’t you boy?” she called up to Jarrin. He looked down not knowing what to do. Calista nodded. 

“Yes, Mistress, I do.”

Tears streamed from Brayden’s eyes, his whole body convulsed as the pain got more intense. Usually the aggressor and the one in control, here he was powerless to do anything. The only thing he could do was get through it and try to take his mind off the agony.

After what felt like hours of torture, Calista released her grip and laughed as Brayden tried to collapse. He couldn’t adjust his position at all. Since she had him so tightly restrained there was nowhere to go.

“Wasn’t that nice?” Calista seemed to thoroughly enjoy this sadistic, sinister side of herself. Though this did not stop her from being Calista and worrying about her subjects. She leaned down to Brayden’s face and spoke to him, again, out of character. “Are you OK? Was that too much? Do you need me to let you go? I want you to have fun.” 

“Wow,” Brayden said hoarsely, “you know your shit. Fuck girl. I’m fine. I’ve got the safe word if I need it to stop. Damn you’re good.”

“Yay!” Calista cheered as she stood up and looked over at Jarrin, “he says I’m good! That’s a big deal coming from you guys!”

Calista’s cheerful demeanor faded quickly and she turned to Jarrin. “Now it’s your turn, baby.” She let out a sinister giggle. 

Jarrin felt beads of sweat form on his forehead. After seeing how relentless she was with Brayden, Jarrin was nervous. He was shaking, but needed to compose himself. Jarrin pulled himself together, straightened his body out and stared straight ahead. 

“Awww, look who’s showing Mistress how good he wants to be.I am going to have lots of fun with you!” She smacked his ass just before she walked away.

Calista walked over to the toy wall as if she was gliding down a catwalk. After a few minutes, Jarrin could hear her walking back. The clicking of her high heels told him she was close and she was soon standing just behind him. He could hear Calista set several things down on the table near them. Without warning, Calista slid a single lubed up finger up Jarrin’s hole, followed by a second and a third. Jarrin jerked forward when the third finger entered. Calista grabbed him by the balls and held him in place while she added a fourth, stretching his nervous, tight hole.

“You’re very tight, slave. You must be nervous.” Calista slapped Jarrin’s ass again. “I guess we will find out just what you can handle.”

Jarrin definitely loved anal and had been fucked in the ass hundreds of times. He was tightened up thanks to his nerves. He had no idea what Calista was capable of. Brayden and Jarrin both underestimated the quiet, skinny girl. 

Calista worked Jarrin’s ass for a bit and then retracted her fingers. Jarrin could hear her lubing something up and quickly found out exactly what it was. First she teased his ass with the tip and then, with a very hard push, she stuffed a thick butt plug in Jarrin’s ass, stretching his hole nice and wide. Jarrin let out a loud yelp and involuntarily arched his back, causing him to instinctively pull away. Calista grabbed him by the cock and pushed him back into place, forcing the plug even deeper.

“How dare you pull away from me, slave! You didn’t like that did you? I didn’t hear a safe word,” she snarled and waited a moment for a response, “oh good, and don’t allow that plug to fall out or there will be consequences.”

Calista stepped away from Jarrin briefly with another plug lubed up and ready to go. It was just slightly smaller than the one she inserted into Jarrin. She kneeled behind Brayden and ran her slick fingers up and down his ass. Brayden knew what was coming. He tried to brace himself and relax at the same time. It felt like hours before she finally did it, but Calista gently slid the plug into Brayden’s ass. She knew he was not a frequent bottom and was slightly less aggressive with his hole. As she pushed it in and Brayden felt his ass stretch, he let out increasingly louder moans. The plug was much thicker than Jarrin’s cock, which he was used to. The sharp, piercing pain abruptly ended when she had the bulk of the plug in and the smaller part was what his sphincter was wrapped around. He knew this relief was temporary, the plug had to come out eventually.

“You boys are doing very well. Mistress is very pleased.” Calista clapped a bit like a little girl finding out she was getting a puppy, “and we still have so much more time together!” 

Calista took the remote in her hands and lowered the bar Jarrin’s hands were tied to. At first, he felt relief as the blood flow returned to his arms and the burning subsided. However, she kept lowering the bar. Soon, Jarrin was bent over, trying desperately to stay on his feet. He had to force himself to stay in position otherwise the pain would be excruciating at multiple points on his body. Jarrin let out long, guttural moans.

Breaking character again, Calista did a check in. “Are you OK? Am I hurting you? This is so much fun, but you need to be enjoying it too. Jarrin? Are you OK?”

“Mmphhh…urgggg…unnnnggg…”

“Oh, shit, the gag. Sorry!” Calista released the gag from his mouth.

Jarrin just grunted a few more times and then took a deep breath. “I…am…fucking…fabulous…god damn.”

Calista clapped again and went back to work. She pulled her underwear off, exposing her hard, slender cock, dripping with precum.

“Open your mouth.” Jarrin obliged and Calista slid her cock in very slowly. She made Jarrin gag and she pulled back a little, then resumed her entry. Jarrin struggled to stay in position. Calista pushed her cock in deeper and he gagged again. She kept this up until she had her entire cock down his throat. Gunk and snot dripped from his face in long strings onto the floor and Calista’s cock. Brayden was watching Jarrin choke and sputter, enjoying this deliberate face fucking his boy was getting. Calista fucked Jarrin’s throat for a few more minutes and then grabbed a dildo attached to a small harness.

The harness was designed to hold a dildo in someone’s mouth. It was shorter than Calista’s cock, but just enough to be uncomfortable. She rubbed the dildo over his lips, using some of the muck he’d built up while getting face fucked. She held it in place for a minute to be sure he wouldn’t gag and then she buckled it in place.

Seconds later, Jarrin felt Calista grip the base of the plug. She twisted it slowly and eased it out just a little, making Jarrin’s hole stretch again. He let out muffled groans as she kept pulling. Soon she had the plug in position and yanked it out of Jarrin’s hole. His muffled scream made it clear how that felt. The abrupt motion sent sharp pain through him. Tears were now streaming down Jarrin’s face and he was seriously considering executing the safe sign they’d established for when he was gagged - both hands in a fist with the thumbs sticking out. As he shuddered for a moment, Calista looked up at his hands. Justin taught her to pay close attention when abusing someone so you don’t miss any cues that something is wrong. 

“Still ok?”

Jarrin nodded affirmatively.

Jarrin felt Calista’s hard cock poke his aching sphincter before she plunged it deep into his willing hole. The first thrust tickled his prostate and sent a wave of pleasure through him. Calista quickly got into a rhythm and pounded Jarrin with surprising strength. She held Jarrin in place by his hips so his body didn’t move as much. Her stamina barely wavered after more than 10 minutes.

Finally, Jarrin was enjoying the hard fucking he was taking. The pleasure built steadily, slowly growing in intensity. He had never felt anything like it before, but he liked it, this slowly building pleasure. Jarrin urged her to go faster by pushing his ass back into her cock. The powerful Dominatrix fucked him even harder. 

Then, all of a sudden she stopped. The good feeling dissipated and Jarrin slumped with frustration. She pulled her cock out leaving Jarrin feeling empty.

Calista went to Brayden and gently pulled his plug out. He cried out as she pulled past the widest point. She stroked some more lube on her cock and slowly penetrated Brayden’s ass and fucked him hard. Brayden was panting, barely audible as he whispered ‘fuck’ and ‘yes’. The intensity built with every penetration until Brayden couldn’t take it anymore. He tensed up and grunted as he began to reach a climax. Sensing what was about to happen, Calista stopped pummeling his ass, grabbed his balls tightly and began squeezing them. Brayden cried out.

“Did you think I was just going to let you just finish like that?” Calista sneered. 

Calista released her grip on his balls and moved her hand to his pulsing cock. As soon as she grabbed it, the first spurt of jizz shot out. She yanked on Brayden’s swollen balls with her free hand, causing the pain to entirely eclipse the pleasure. Brayden grunted and barked out “FUCK!” Another thick load of cum spattered on the floor, swiftly followed by another. The painful blows to his balls continued creating an intense mix of agony and relief. She finished jerking his cock and squeezed out every last drop of cum.

Calista scooped up a thick glob of cum on two fingers. “Tongue out,” she ordered. Brayden lapped the cum from her fingers. “Swallow,” she demanded, repeating this several more times.

“Now I’m done with you, for now. You’re not getting out of that until I finish with your boy.”

“Thank you, Mistress Calista.”

Calista stood over Jarrin trying to decide what she wanted to do next. She decided she would dildo fuck his ass for a while before she fucked his face one more time. After nearly 30 minutes of shoving a sizable dildo into Jarrin, she dropped it to the floor and stepped in front of him. She removed the dildo harness and let him have a moment. Then, she grabbed the sides of his head and shoved her cock into his mouth. She relentlessly fucked Jarrin’s face, making him choke and gag. She didn’t take long to break. As soon as she felt ready to cum, she pulled out and blasted it all over Jarrin’s face, drenching him with sloppy, gooey seed. She shot the last few drops into his throat.

Her last duty was to make Jarrin cum. She raised the bar back up and pulled him up off the floor. She stood in front of Jarrin and took his throbbing cock into her mouth. She sucked and slurped with all of the remaining energy she had. Jarrin exploded within seconds. Calista sucked up every bit of his load, drinking up her cum reward.

Calista stepped back and looked at her handy work. She wiped a dribble of cum from her lips and yelled out, “OH MY GOD! THAT WAS SO MUCH FUN!!” She clapped at herself again and let the boys loose.

“Go shower and let’s have some drinks!”

***

Jack was out of town once again. A major political fight was brewing in Washington over a piece of legislation that he was working on. Jack was advising a group of Senators and House members on a billionaire tax bill that would guarantee anyone who was a billionaire would pay a percentage of their wealth in taxes with no exceptions. Some political opponents have found ways to derail the bill and dealing Jack and his clients a huge blow. He needed to get on the ground at the Capitol so he could work the halls and get his allies lined up. This was a great opportunity for Blaze to learn the real depths of the political work Jack does and that he wants to learn. They’ve been at it for close to a week now.

“Fuck Jack, this is really intense.”

“You are getting a master class in government affairs this week. If you glean even ten percent of what I do here, you’ll be better than eighty percent of the lobbyists in DC.”

“You wouldn’t be offended is I said this all makes me super fucking horny too, would you?”

“Why do you think I am so horny all the time? I’m quietly going out of my mind right now. You being owned and off limits isn’t helping.”

“Sorry, Jack. I wish Garrett would let me have a little space, but I think he really wants to be sure we’re all good and he’s worried about outside influence. He’s still finding his way and I’m totally fucking loyal to him. He’s making really great progress!”

“I know. I’m really happy for you and him. You really seem like this is what you’re meant for and he’s the right fit for you. Somehow, because you’re off limits, I’m wanting you to have your way with me even more. You remember, like you did when we met?”

“That was fucking fun. I promise, when Garrett gives me permission, I will come for your ass first. Deal?”

“Deal. See, you’re already quite the deal maker.”

“I’m learning from the best. So, are you gonna call one of your hustler boys? Maybe that wild guy who fucked us both senseless a while ago? Maybe Garrett will give me permission to watch.”

“I’ll keep you posted. OK, back to work. Tonight we’ve got a really important dinner with one of my best clients and biggest success stories. He’s a Congressman from Missouri that I basically rescued from obscurity and got him elected even though no one said he could win. He’s been building his power base, with my help and he’s about to make a big move. We’re going to talk with him about it and how we’re going to make it happen. It’s going to be huge news when it goes live.”

“Wow. This is the best trip yet. Twisting arms to get this bill passed and now a big political move for some dude. I might just blow a load right now.”

“Don’t make a mess, we’re about to head to our next meeting. We don’t need wet spots on your tight suit pants. It’s already odd enough to see the outlines of the bars on your chastity device when you sit in certain positions.”

***

They finished up their meetings for the day and went back to the hotel. They had separate rooms, by order of Garrett, so there wasn’t any temptation for Blaze and Jack to fool around. Garrett was well aware of the way everyone got along with each other and felt he needed to keep a leash on Blaze, especially around Jack.

Once in the car, Jack filled Blaze in on the details of the guy they were meeting. He explained the circumstances around how the client got elected, 

“Tyler is 32 now. He’s been in Congress for the last seven years. I helped him get elected in a special election when he was only 25. Basically, another member thought he’d be a good fit to kick out a right wing whack job. He’s a Republican, but barely. Basically, he is because it is politically expedient. We’ve managed to avoid voting on horrible shit and making friends on both sides of the aisle. He’s now really fucking popular.”

“This is fascinating. Is he hot?”

“OK, look, we can’t think about everything in terms of hot or not, but, well, yes he is. Very fucking hot. It makes it very easy for me to work with him. And before you ask, no I haven’t slept with him. I do keep some boundaries in place.”

“So I can’t fuck him either?”

“Even if Garrett gives you permission, absolutely not. That’s not how we win in this business.”

“He’s a Republican, that's kind of gross anyway.” 

“That’s one of the things we’re about to fix.”

“How do we do that?”

“He’s going to run for the US Senate as an Independent against a total asshole Republican. The guy he is going to defeat is a douche who cheered on the terrorists on January 6 and then got caught running away like a baby when things got too hot.”

“Interesting. I really hope I can be as brilliant as you at this someday.”

“You are well on your way. We’re here. Ebonni and Timothy from the firm will be there along with one of his guys and his Chief of Staff who is also his right hand man. His right hand man is a guy named Erik. Oh, they’re both gay. Erik is out. Tyler is not, but I think folks are starting to talk about him a bit. The girl he plays off as his girlfriend isn’t really convincing anyone.”

They walked into the restaurant and were directed to a small private dining room. As they walked in and Jack began to make introductions, there was an awkward tension in the room. Nathan’s face went pale, Erik almost dropped his drink, Blaze was suddenly very uncomfortable. His past was catching up to him and beating him over the head with an anvil.

“Um, what’s going on here?”

“Oh, uh nothing Jack, It’s been a long day and all. Sorry, I think I stood up too fast.”

“OK, Tyler. Maybe Erik and Blaze should explain themselves. Whatever. We have shit to do, I’m fucking hungry and I need scotch. Lots of scotch.”

Jack looked over at Blaze with a little concern. “Are you ok?” 

“This is a big deal and I’m just a little nervous, that’s all.”

As the meeting went on, it was obvious something was up. Tyler kept looking over at Blaze and seemed to especially look at his hands a lot. Erik was completely off his game and kept excusing himself. Blaze became more comfortable, but was still not fully up to his ability. The others just went along wondering what was up.

They hammered out all of the details for the big announcement. Nathan Tyler Miller was going to announce his campaign for Senate in a week. Jack and Blaze headed back to the hotel.

“OK, mister, what the fuck was that all about. And before you say anything, you were really good in that meeting, despite being very distracted. If you weren’t so out of it, you could probably have run the whole thing.”

“You do remember what my life was just a year ago, right?”

“Of course I do.” The light bulb went off for Jack immediately. “Oh fuck. How did I not think of this before? You knew Tyler and Erik didn’t you?”

“Very, very, very intimately.”

“Were they clients of yours?”

“Erik was a regular. He hooked me up with Tyler not long before you whisked us away to Milwaukee. Let’s just say, you don’t want anyone to know what we did.”

“Well shit. I want to know details. We’re going to have to get this out in the open soon so it doesn’t create any more tension. This can’t distract us from the task at hand. It’s too big to fuck up.”

“Maybe I should rethink this job. They probably aren’t the only important people in DC that have hired me. I mean I wasn’t whore to the stars, but I did have a few other suits like them. At least I think so. I don’t know. I still have his card from our hook up. I think he’s the first elected dude I fis, er fuck…oh you know.”

“He left you his fucking card?!?!”

“I don’t think he meant to.”

***

“Jesus fucking Christ!! How the fuck does Jack Holden have a fucking hustler working for him? What the actual bloody fuck?!?!?!”

“Um, Tyler, you’ve met Jack Holden, right? He’s a bigger slut than I am. Maybe he was a client too.”

“So he fucking hires him?”

“He was pretty impressive, actually. Like, as good at a conference table as he is in bed.”

“Yeah, very true. God damn, I am sure everyone noticed me looking at his hands. Fuck! I was trying to avoid a hard on for the whole fucking meeting. Now I know why I could never get him to call me back. Fucker. You know what he did to me. Hot. As. Fuck.”

“No one would notice if you had a hard on.”

“FUCK YOU!”

“Now, now, we all know your ego is much bigger than your penis.”

“Sometimes I hate you Erik.”

“Maybe one day you’ll realize you actually love me.”

“Not that again. We have a fucking Senate race to win. We’re gonna kick that homophobic, election denier piece of shit into oblivion.”

“Win this race and you can probably come out before you run for reelection. Then Jack can make you the first queer president. At least the first out one.”

“Let’s not get carried away. Though it is really getting hard to keep this secret. Now I gotta call Jack.”

***

Jack was far more interested in the hustler he’d lined up for the night, so he didn’t have much to say to Tyler when he called. He simply set up a meeting with him the next day. They met up for lunch at The Metropolitan Club - an exclusive hang out for DC’s most powerful. It served two purposes - Tyler would be seen with Jack, leading people to wonder what was up and they could meet in a private room.

This was Blaze’s first time here. He was blown away by how well known Jack was among everyone there from staff to dignitaries. Jack stopped frequently to shake hands and chat up some of the folks. No matter who they were, they all wanted to make sure Jack saw them. One man in particular had a few things to say.

“Hey Holden, who is the shadow?

“Oh, hello Senator, this is one of my new guys, Blaze Archambault. He’s learning the tricks of the trade. Blaze, this is Angus King, he’s a Senator from Maine.”

“Well, hello Senator.” Blaze still had a sense of awe as he met with people he never thought he’d ever be around.

“Hello young man. Pay attention to this guy, he knows his shit. You’re learning from the best.”

“Thanks, Sir.”

“Sorry to cut things short Angus, but I have another meeting here.”

“Yes. Everyone saw Rep. Martin dash off to one of the meeting rooms. I have a feeling I know what you’re up to. Nice to meet you Blaze, I look forward to seeing you again.”

“Yes, same here Sir.”

When Jack and Blaze got to the meeting room, Tyler was already there and was sucking down a cocktail.

“Easy Tyler, this isn’t going to be that bad.”

“I thought this was just us?”

“Blaze is privy to everything I’m working on and since you two know each other, I didn’t think you’d have a problem.”

“Hello Tyler. Good to see you again.”

“Uh, yeah, uh, hello Blaze. Sorry. This has just caught me off guard.”

“Hmmm, you mean the part about you being a submissive power bottom who paid a hustler to turn your ass into the Chesapeake Bay Tunnel? Yeah, that caught me off guard too.”

“Come on Jack! That was literally my first and last time with a hustler. Oh, sorry Blaze.”

“No worries here.”

“Good, because we don’t need any more surprises if we’re going to pull this off. Just for the record, he’s off limits to you. If you need to get off, maybe you should let Erik fuck you. Keep it close. We’re going to rethink this whole girlfriend thing since I don’t think we’re fooling anybody.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I can keep this up anymore either.”

“We’ll work it out. Oh, and seriously? You left him your business card? You fucking moron. You are so lucky Blaze is who he is - even if he had never met me. You would be sunk.”

“I didn’t know it fell out of my wallet.”

“Let me tell you a quick story. I’m sure you heard of Jerry Springer,” Tyler and Blaze nodded yes, “well he was a politician before he was a trashy talk show host. He ran for Governor in the Democratic primary in 1982. You know how he tanked his campaign? He paid a prostitute with a check. A FUCKING CHECK. She was not nearly as ethical as Blaze. Don’t be Jerry Fucking Springer.”

***

A good day of work always made Jack horny. Adding in the stuff about Blaze and his experience with Nathan and Erik only compounded it. He needed to get fucked, actually he really wanted a long, deep fisting session. For Jack that was like getting a massage. Dax wasn’t available, so he told him what he wanted and asked for a recommendation. As usual, Dax did not disappoint. He sent over a sweet, geeky boy named Ethan. 

“I promise you, he is incredible. He’s young, but he’s taken this shit seriously. He is obsessive about being good at fisting and he’ll stay as long as you want him to. He’s not the sexy, hot model boy that some folks look for. He’s quiet and nerdy. I think you’ll be pleased. If not, I'll give you a discount the next time you call me.”

“I'm not worried. You know what I like. If you say he’s good, I trust you.”

Jack got himself ready for his evenings entertainment. He had a couple of scotches, cleaned himself out thoroughly and created the atmosphere in the bedroom. While he was prepping, he got a call from Harrison.

“Hey lover man!”

“Hey mister, what’s going on?”

“I miss the fuck out of you. I hope your trip is going well. You come home soon, right?”

“Harrison, I miss the fuck out of you. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I left you a few days ago. Everything is going well. I have some fun stories for you. Blaze is doing incredibly!”

“Yay for Blaze!! That makes me happy. Have you been having any fun?”

“A little bit. Nothing too exciting. A cute’ish boy the night before last. Nothing last night. Tonight though…”

“Oh? Tell me more!”

“I am so horny for a good fisting. One of my regulars hooked me up with a boy who is supposedly some kind of fisting savant.”

“The Rain Man of fisting?”

“Hopefully not that bad. Anyway, he’ll be here in an hour or so.”

“Jack,” Harrison paused a moment, “I am so fucking horny right now. Not just horny for anyone, horny for YOU!”

“Do you want me to call Jason to fly you in?”

“I wish. I have class tomorrow. I’ve been fucking around with Kevin and CJ, but I want you. Yeah, I also sucked off Brayden and Jarrin this morning. I’m thinking of something a little different.”

“I’m listening.”

“You have your laptop, right?”

“I do…”

“Can I watch tonight? You know, watch this guy fist you. On your laptop and on your phone. You’re paying him, right? He’ll do whatever you tell him?”

“God damn, Harrison. Everytime I think you’re as wild as you’re gonna get, you surprise me. I think this could be fun. But…”

“Uh, oh, but what?”

“You need to be on camera too.”

“I’ll be there watching.”

“No, I want you doing too. Go grab some of your favorite dildos and play with them while I’m getting fisted. Maybe even fist yourself! That is so fucking hot when you do that.”

“Ooooh! This is going to be fun!”

***

Ethan arrived on time. He was just as geeky as Dax promised. Jack found him to be quite adorable. He was around 6’ tall, had a thick sloppy mass of hair on his head mostly kept in by a beanie. He wore an orange hoodie and jeans so tight they looked like they were painted on. He had a pair of nerdy wire rimmed glasses and was young enough to still have some acne. Jack made him show his ID. Ethan was actually 20. He looked like he was 13.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Holden.” Ethan said shyly as he extended his hand. Jack couldn’t help but notice the boy’s hands. They were beautiful.

“Jack is fine. You’re adorable, Ethan. Let me look at your hands if that’s ok.”

“You should. Those are the tools of the night.”

They sat on the couch and Jack checked out Ethan’s hands. They were not big, thick paws. Instead they were nice, slim hands with a skinny wrist and long, slender fingers that were perfectly manicured. They were a perfect set of hands, fisting or not. Jack poured a scotch for both of them. He was impressed with how knowledgeable Ethan was about scotch.

“You should be a hand model.”

“Everyone tells me that. How do you find that kind of a job? Plus, I make some decent money doing this.”

“Of course. Well, speaking of money, I have a proposition for you. I promise you’ll be paid well if you agree to it.”

“Um, I don’t do weird shit. Fisting, fucking, sucking, you know the usual. I’ll let you play with my hands and feet, but that’s kinda it.”

“This is probably not in the super weird category.”

Jack proceeded to tell Ethan about the plan to involve Harrison remotely. Ethan thought about it for a minute and before Jack even told him how much extra he’d make, Ethan said yes. He thought it sounded like fun. 

“Can I have you to myself at any time? I kinda am into you.”

“Absolutely. You can stay as long as you want. I will take good care of you.”

“Dax said you were a real prize.”

“I appreciate and reward talent. Word is you are very talented.”

“I fisted my friend in high school and became really captivated by it. I learned everything I could. Watched every video, read every article. I sought it out and sort of had to deal with some unpleasant experiences, but I wanted to master it. It is kind of an art, you know?”

“I’m amazed that you decided you wanted to be a fisting virtuoso at 16. It is definitely an art. It just came to you to fist your buddy or what?”

“We talked about it. It took weeks for the first time. We both didn’t want to give up until we did it. Eventually, I met a guy like you when I was 18. He said I was the best fisting top he’d ever had. He introduced me to Dax. We’ve been friends ever since. He got me into the business. Dirty talk has become a part of my kink, he loves talking dirty and when he started doing it, I was utterly under his smooth-talking spell. He talks to me, tells me to relax, makes me beg for him, tells me when to cum, and won’t let me cum unless it’s when I’m fully ready, he shows me how gaped and how stretched open I am. He also uses degrading words and sentences which I really get off on.

He did this thing the other day where he made me open my hole wide using my fingers for his cock and then kept my fingers inside me stretching myself while his cock was inside me.

So, I do this while I go to school to be a climatologist.”

“Fascinating. Really fucking fascinating. I want you even more now.”

Ethan was shy enough that he was nervous making the first move, so Jack leaned into him and they started to kiss. Kissing led to Jack blowing Ethan’s 8 inch cock, which led to them heading to the bedroom. They rolled around and got naked and then Jack got everything set up with Harrison. The boys chatted for a bit. Harrison was kind of a geek himself, so they connected easily. 

Ethan was so enthusiastic, which was a huge turn-on for Jack. His shyness and innocence were adorable. His eagerness was very sexy.

The first time Ethan got his fist inside of Jack he commented on how it was easier than some guys and he liked that. He liked that Jack was experienced. That meant he could really show off his skills without lots of interruptions and breaks. Harrison was busy fucking himself, keeping up with Ethan as if he were there. Ethan spoke softly to both Jack and Harrison.

Dirty, sensual talking was surprisingly something Ethan excelled at. His soft, deep but boy’ish voice was sexy and soothing. Jack was utterly under his smooth-talking spell. He told Jack to relax, made Jack beg for him, told him how good he is and how sexy he is. He even used humiliating and degrading language, but never changed his tone. He spoke to Harrison in the same way. When he learned that Harrison could cum multiple times, he told Harrison when and how he should cum. Without ever being demanding, aggressive or dominant, Ethan had Jack and Harrison fully in his control.

Ethan felt every bit of Jack’s insides. He started slow and worked his way deeper and deeper inside. Ethan eventually had his long arms past his elbow, though he preferred to work up to the elbow. He said it offered him better control. Ethan flexed his hands, moved his fingers, slid in and out at various rhythms. When he slid both hands in in rapid succession, he did it in a way Jack had never experienced. He was able really open Jack up and get both arms deep inside.

Harrison stayed with the fun for about two hours. He decided that Jack should have some time alone with Ethan. He sensed that Ethan, for all he was doing, was still holding back because he was there. He wrapped up his participation by fist fucking himself, making both Jack and Ethan go wild. Ethan said he couldn’t wait to meet Harrison.

Once Harrison signed off, Jack and Ethan took a break and had a couple of drinks. They were soon back to fisting. Ethan was more sensual this time. He kissed Jack’s thighs and sucked on Jack’s cock. He used his tongue and his breath to drive Jack wild. He leaned up to kiss Jack and thank him for how much fun he was having. He fisted Jack in so many different positions. After another two or so hours, they took a bath together where Ethan massaged Jack’s hole. Ethan asked if he could stay the night, Jack was not about to say no.

In the morning, they had one more session before Jack had to get going. As Ethan was leaving, Blaze was knocking on Jack’s door. Ethan passed Blaze on his way out. Within minutes, he was texting Jack to say he wanted to meet again. Blaze thought Ethan looked a little young.

“Did you pick him up at Chuck E Cheese?”