Negotiations 40
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NEGOTIATIONS 40
DILL’S POV
You lied to your mother about where you were going on Thursday night. You lied to her from the backseat of the Lincoln town car Brian sent for you, pretending you were in an Uber and on your way to a friend’s post-exam party. You were going to have to lie to her a lot from now on. There just wasn’t a way to explain that you were going to the home of a new couple you’d started fucking (etc.) because they have a sex dungeon in their basement. You were a bit nervous about it, too. If they’re going to dismember you and bury your body, this will be the night...probably.
Ugh. You needed that image out of your mind.
The house was huge, a bit imposing, and the doorbell rang throughout the entire house. It was so loud, you jumped in your skin. Justin looked angelic when he opened the door, backlit by a halo of warm light on the brown wood of their foyer. Brian was running late, he said as he took your backpack from you and set it down, “But come in. I’m so glad you’re here. Sorry that doorbell is so aggressive. It’s not an easy fix or it would’ve been long gone, trust me.” Height wise, you fall between Brian and Justin, so when Justin hugged you, he kissed the side of your jaw. “Just you and Brian in this enormous house?” you asked, doing a three sixty turn in the foyer.
“Yeah, I know,” Justin said, and then he touched your elbow, steering your gaze to a camera in the corner near the ceiling. “Brian’s watching us. He’s in his car, just left the office, but I want to be upfront about everything. We’re on camera.”
“He’s watching us in his car right now?”
“He can access all the cameras in the house on his phone, so probably. No sound, but a black and white feed.”
“Should I wave?” you asked nervously.
“If you want, but he’s driving, so he’s not watching us intently. It’s just part of the deal so I want to be upfront about it.”
“Were there cameras at the apartment?” you asked fearing the answer.
“No, not yet, but don’t be surprised if that changes,” Justin declared like it was no big deal at all. You went ahead and posed the question at the front of your mind, “If you guys are gonna kill me and chop me up and bury me out here or something, just tell me now, okay?”
“The last time we chopped up a guy, Brian broke a sweat, so we don’t do that anymore. Too much work.”
“Okay, you’re being funny. Okay.”
Justin took your hand in his and squeezed, “I don’t want you to be nervous or uncomfortable. We won’t have to go downstairs tonight if you need time to just acclimate with us. That’s okay. Would you like a drink?” He stepped into a room that had a huge screen on the wall and a maze of navy blue couches. Once you’d surveyed the space, you found Justin behind a tiny bar in the corner that you hadn’t even noticed. “It’s dark in here.”
“It’s a theater. The lights are on the wall right next to you.” You slid the switches up and a nice light filled the space. “What would you like to drink? This isn’t the loft, so we have pretty much everything.”
“Can I have a gin and tonic?”
Justin laughed, “You’re too young to like gin and tonic, but okay. Strong?”
“Please.” He laughed as he made your drink and handed it to you. “Thanks.” Justin poured himself a double shot of the most expensive whiskey you’d ever seen in person. You asked the other question in your mind, “Did you ever find out what--?”
“What Brian has planned? No. All I know is that he left the office half an hour later than he wanted to. He did tell me that he likes you and that he enjoyed last night.”
Justin sat on one of the couches, so you sat next to him as you talked, “I did, too.”
“How about the pain play we did? Any regrets?” Justin asked.
You shook your head, “None at all. I mean, the only thing I disliked was when he scared us to death.”
Justin nodded, “I spoke to him about that. Brian likes to peacock, if you know what I mean.”
“I do,” you answered.
“I told him that part of it was not appreciated,” Justin assured you, “Would you like to see my studio? I actually straightened it up for once.”
“Absolutely. Where is it?”
“Upstairs. This way.”
Justin’s studio blew your mind. It was enormous and the only part of the house you’d seen at that point that was white, all white. In the middle of the room was a huge canvas lying flat on an easel painted an array of aquas and teals. “Is this your current project?” you asked him.
“Yep. It’s in the beginning stages based on a really creepy dream I had about living in a zombie apocalypse.” He froze for a second, and then continued, “The garage door is going up. He’s home.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and texted. “Just telling him we’re up here so he won’t think we’re already downstairs.”
About five minutes later, you heard footsteps on the stairs. They were exactly the same as the one’s in the loft the night before: commanding, purposeful. Justin touched your shoulder and asked, “Did you eat a couple of hours ago like you were supposed to?”
“Yep,” you lied; you’d shoved two tacos in your mouth right before the car arrived.
“Good.”
***********
BRIAN’S POV
Your ultimate goal since the moment Justin made it clear that focusing on this aspect of your sex life was what would make him happiest was to make this entire process, every minute of it, satisfying to him. The one caveat being that the assessment of his satisfaction might be a bit delayed on his part, but you know how to handle that. And while the particulars change now and again, the goal never does, and tonight was deliberately intended to get you closer to that end goal (nebulus as it is.) You weren’t going to be able to expand the circumstances without giving up some control, but that was to be expected.You were confident that you and Justin were going down the right road. And to be completely honest, having Dill in the picture exposed you to parts of Justin you don’t see that often, and you liked that a lot. And as far as sex slaves go, Dill was well groomed, attractive, intelligent, had a credit score over seven hundred and zero traffic tickets rendering him an opportunity one just doesn’t let pass one by, so there was that.
You were also a little jazzed by a call you received from Rusty earlier that day. Turns out the Doms at Release had noticed Dill that Saturday night and Rusty had let him in as his guest only to find out a week later after they’d put two and two together that Dill had disappeared with you and Justin. (They had video footage. It was only a matter of time.) Rusty’s question confused you at first because he asked you about a guy named ‘Henry,’ so initially you told him he had you confused with someone else. Only after clarification--meaning Rusty gave you the full name he had, Henry Dilworth, did you realize that ‘Henry’ must be Dill’s actual first name. Rusty had apparently been emailing ‘Henry’ as a follow up to encourage membership at Release and wasn’t getting a response. You were intensely pleased about this development.
“Maybe you and Justin can bring him one night?” Rusty offered on the call.
“Hmmm, maybe,” you said, “I’ll check with Justin.”
Aware of Justin’s distaste for him, an answer like that pretty much ended Rusty’s chances, and he knew it. He gave it one last try, “Well, Dave says he needs Justin to stop by and sign a waiver because he’s in that video we shot.”
“Hmm, okay. Just email me the waiver. I’ll have him sign it and email it back,” you counter offered.
“Sounds good,” Rusty replied, unable to hide the deflation in his voice. That particular calling card of your dominance--swiping prey right out from under a rival--hadn’t made an appearance in quite some time, but it still fit like a gloriously expensive hand-knitted sweater on Christmas morning.
You’d been excited all week about your plans for Dill and Justin; they’d been forming after the first night Dill was at the loft. The amount of revenue generating work you had to do was a blessing as it kept you from obsessing about it and playing with yourself in your private bathroom more than once. When you found them together in Justin’s studio, you greeted Justin with a kiss, and Dill with a warm handshake. “You both look really nice tonight,” you offered. “I’m going to change and then I’ll need about fifteen minutes to get everything set up. I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”
“Okay,” they replied in unison, laughing at one another’s timing.
You closed your bedroom door to change and were standing in your closet when you heard the knob click. “Justin?” you called.
He appeared in the narrow doorway, “I need to talk to you for a second.”
“Where’s Dill?”
“In the studio. I gave him stuff to look at.”
“Okay, what’s up?”
Justin put his hands behind his back and rested on the door jamb, “He’s a little nervous about being on camera-“
“We’re not going to lie to him,” you emphasized as you peeled your socks off.
“I know. I didn’t tell him you’d be recording sometimes, so you need to break that to him.”
“Okay, no problem. You need to change clothes for me.”
Justin wasn’t expecting that but he pretended otherwise, “Oh, okay. What about Dill?”
“He’s fine. I haven’t had him measured for dungeon pajamas,” you teased.
“He’s a little nervous about going down there with us in a basement dungeon. We need to make him comfortable and not force him.”
“Give him something to drink; help him relax,” you suggested.
“I did, but if I ask you if we can play somewhere else, don’t fight me, okay? I just need to go slow with him because-“
“Of course, that’s fine-“
He persisted, “It’s just that you have something already planned in your head and I don’t want you to get mad-“
You interrupted, “What I have planned can take place anywhere in any room. It’s no problem.”
He exhaled and smiled, “Okay, thanks.” He stepped forward, kissed you, and then rested his head against your bare chest, “Your favorite jeans are clean; they’re right there.” He pointed to a denim stack on your side of the closet.
“Thank you,” you replied, and because he didn’t move, you rubbed his back, “I’ve been looking forward to tonight, you know?”
“Me, too,” he sighed.
“Okay, go entertain him; get him comfortable.”
“Okay,” Justin agreed.
You smiled as he left the closet.
***********
Prior to that conversation with Justin, you were on the fence about how to begin the evening, undecided about whether to sit them down together or apart to provide some reassurance and guidance. In just twenty four hours, everything you’d expected to happen had happened. The two of them had clearly bonded, and Justin was defining his role on his own terms. Because everything was on track, you made the choice to make the first incision, a minor ‘paper cut,’ in that bond by talking with Dill by himself.
In your favorite jeans and a tight, long sleeve black shirt, you ventured from the dungeon back up to the studio after giving the dungeon a once over. Justin had changed the sheets as you requested, so you just had to make sure the toys and materials you needed were close by. Dill and Justin were pouring over some of his sketches, deep in conversation when you interrupted them with a knock on the open door. “You ready?” Justin asked.
“I’d like to talk to Dill privately in my office first,” you announced.
Justin hid his concerned reaction very well, “Go ahead, Dill. His office is right across the hall.” He pointed to the doorway. Dill’s eyes noted the permission he was being given and followed you as you waved him your direction. Having physically separated them, you stood in the space between and instructed, “Justin, you need to go change now.”
“Oh, okay. Before we--?”
“Yes, now,” you reiterated. You made sure to shut the office door all the way, having already taken the camera in the room offline so Justin couldn’t see the feed if he tried. Dill was far less relaxed once he was alone with you, “Sir, should I kneel?”
“No, no. We’re just going to go over a couple things. Sit,” you offered pointing to the dark brown leather couch.
“Sir, I am constantly impressed by your furniture choices.”
You laughed, “Thank you. Expensive furniture is a bit of an addiction with me.” You sat beside him on the sofa; you wanted to keep him relaxed as you explained that his comfort and positive experience mattered greatly to you, and that he absolutely wasn’t obligated to do anything that felt like a bridge too far.
Dill was straight up with you, “It’s not that I’m uncomfortable with you guys per se; I just don’t really know where I am. I think I crossed the Pennsylvania state line.”
“Ah, okay. You’re in West Virginia, just outside of Pennsylvania.” You wrote the address down and had Dill take a pic of it on his phone. “All phones and WiFi work in all areas of the house. And as Justin said, you’re on surveillance cameras. I want to be upfront and tell you that I will record most of our scenes, ones with me and ones with just you and Justin. For our use only. You have my word.”
“You won’t release them on the internet or sell them to a porn site?”
You laughed. “If they get released, it will only be to you. I’m happy to provide links to any scenes you’d like to rewatch yourself.”
Dill grinned, “Um, that’s a nice offer. I might take you up on that.”
Time to move on, “So, those issues aside, please remember that red, yellow, and green and your safe word will always be respected as will Justin’s as well.”
“Got it. Thank you.”
“So with respect to safe words, there are some actions and reactions that are permitted...and by that I mean... that resistance… or saying no or refusing a command...will only be valid if followed by a safe word. Do you understand what I mean?”
“You mean that I’m allowed to protest and resist within the scene without stopping it?”
He’s quick...very, very quick; you grinned and placed your hand on his knee, “Exactly. But not just you; Justin is allowed to as well; it’s not uncommon at all.”
“Thank you, Sir. I like that,” he paused, and then asked, “And this is something that Justin already knows? I mean, he knows that I know?”
You smiled; this kid is so beyond his years sometimes. “He’s well aware when it’s just us and when I talk with him in a bit, I will make sure he understands.” Dill nodded and looked a bit uncomfortable again, and that was something that you needed to nip in the bud so you tried, “Can you tell me what’s making you nervous...because I don’t want you to feel uneasy.”
“I think it might just be excitement, Sir. I’m not sure. I’m sorry.”
You put your arm on the back of the sofa so your fingers could reach his shoulder, “Are you debilitatingly horny?”
He laughed and blushed, “Ha! Yes, I guess.”
“When I was your age, being horny was almost overwhelming sometimes. I often wonder how I got through college.”
“I compartmentalize really well,” Dill admitted.
You squeezed his shoulder, “That’s a good skill to have. I was a slave to my cock. Age mitigates that at this point, but I could feel my cock throb in my temples sometimes. It was usually above me on the food chain.”
Dill laughed, “Now I can see that in my head.” You smiled, and he continued, “Sir, I really like Justin a lot. Like as a person, I mean. I enjoy being around him. Oh my god---” He blurted out the words and looked mortified that he’d done so, but you reassured him, “Good. That’s what I want. You seem to be making him happy, and that is all that matters to me, dungeon or no dungeon.”
“It’s just a weird situation. Not like bad weird, just--”
“Unique.”
“Yes.”
You wanted to get Dill on board and out of your office, so you explained, “Here’s the thing: Justin and I have been together for a long time, and we’ve been through a lot together. And on top of that, we fucked a lot of random guys. In those days, we didn’t even know their names or hook up with anyone twice...on purpose. It was a rule. But we’re in a new phase now, and in this phase, I don’t let anyone in our bubble without a little investigation and a healthy amount of trust, and I trust you. He trusts you. And I want you to understand that there’s going to be a substantial intensity to what we...all...do together that I doubt you’re used to.”
“Okay.”
“It may not seem that way at first, but every decision I make is for him. I know what he needs. I think you’ll enjoy it, and remember that you have a say in this; we want you to be happy as well, so all we have to do is communicate. The minute we don’t all three stay in sync; this falls apart, and I don’t want that.”
Dill’s face wore a serious expression, “I feel like I’ve given you guys the impression that I’m a nervous wreck. I’m not. It’s just anticipation and a lot to take in at once.”
“Absolutely. I’m glad you’re excited. All I want to get across is that regardless of what’s going on in a particular moment, neither Justin nor I would trade that for your comfort and enjoyment.”
“Thank you. I’m fine now. I appreciate you taking time to talk to me.”
“My pleasure. Please ask Justin to come in here and then go sit at the top of the stairs and wait for us.” As Dill got up, you stopped him, “Dill, what about your schedule? Do you need to be out of here at a particular time?”
“No, Sir. I’m completely open. I don’t have anything until class on Monday morning.”
“Great, send him in, and Dill?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“That trust I just talked about, you need to extend that to me tonight, got it?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
***********
Justin entered the room and closed the door with his arms crossed and his phone tucked inside them. He leaned against the door, his weight on his shoulder. You sat on the side arm of your sofa and reached for his phone, wriggling it out of his grasp. “What? What are you doing?” he asked.
You tapped the screen to see his open apps, and, sure enough, he had tried to access the video feed. You shook your head as you gave it back to him. He looked down, embarrassed. “I know I’m in trouble for that,” he said quietly.
“Yep.”
“How did it go with him?”
“Fine. It’s just nervous excitement. And I talked to him about con-non-con but not in those exact words.”
“What did he say?”
“He likes it,” you confirmed, “Which is exactly what I expected. What I didn’t expect, however, is the full erection you have inside these pants.”
Justin appeared flustered as he watched you lower the front of his gray pants, releasing his cock. He defended himself, “You won’t let me wear underwear. How am I supposed to hide it?”
You stroked him and he moaned in protest like someone who’s been tickled too much. “Brian, c’mon.”
“It’s so smooth and beautiful, and probably for me, right?”
He sighed, “Yes, of course.”
“Because I made you mad,” you surmised.
“Okay, whatever. He’s waiting.”
You stopped and put his cock away, patting his waist as you returned his pants to their rightful position. “Lose the attitude. Understand?”
“Yes...Sir.”
“Good. Let’s go show our guest a good time.”
Negotiations 41
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NEGOTIATIONS 40
DILL’S POV
You lied to your mother about where you were going on Thursday night. You lied to her from the backseat of the Lincoln town car Brian sent for you, pretending you were in an Uber and on your way to a friend’s post-exam party. You were going to have to lie to her a lot from now on. There just wasn’t a way to explain that you were going to the home of a new couple you’d started fucking (etc.) because they have a sex dungeon in their basement. You were a bit nervous about it, too. If they’re going to dismember you and bury your body, this will be the night...probably.
Ugh. You needed that image out of your mind.
The house was huge, a bit imposing, and the doorbell rang throughout the entire house. It was so loud, you jumped in your skin. Justin looked angelic when he opened the door, backlit by a halo of warm light on the brown wood of their foyer. Brian was running late, he said as he took your backpack from you and set it down, “But come in. I’m so glad you’re here. Sorry that doorbell is so aggressive. It’s not an easy fix or it would’ve been long gone, trust me.” Height wise, you fall between Brian and Justin, so when Justin hugged you, he kissed the side of your jaw. “Just you and Brian in this enormous house?” you asked, doing a three sixty turn in the foyer.
“Yeah, I know,” Justin said, and then he touched your elbow, steering your gaze to a camera in the corner near the ceiling. “Brian’s watching us. He’s in his car, just left the office, but I want to be upfront about everything. We’re on camera.”
“He’s watching us in his car right now?”
“He can access all the cameras in the house on his phone, so probably. No sound, but a black and white feed.”
“Should I wave?” you asked nervously.
“If you want, but he’s driving, so he’s not watching us intently. It’s just part of the deal so I want to be upfront about it.”
“Were there cameras at the apartment?” you asked fearing the answer.
“No, not yet, but don’t be surprised if that changes,” Justin declared like it was no big deal at all. You went ahead and posed the question at the front of your mind, “If you guys are gonna kill me and chop me up and bury me out here or something, just tell me now, okay?”
“The last time we chopped up a guy, Brian broke a sweat, so we don’t do that anymore. Too much work.”
“Okay, you’re being funny. Okay.”
Justin took your hand in his and squeezed, “I don’t want you to be nervous or uncomfortable. We won’t have to go downstairs tonight if you need time to just acclimate with us. That’s okay. Would you like a drink?” He stepped into a room that had a huge screen on the wall and a maze of navy blue couches. Once you’d surveyed the space, you found Justin behind a tiny bar in the corner that you hadn’t even noticed. “It’s dark in here.”
“It’s a theater. The lights are on the wall right next to you.” You slid the switches up and a nice light filled the space. “What would you like to drink? This isn’t the loft, so we have pretty much everything.”
“Can I have a gin and tonic?”
Justin laughed, “You’re too young to like gin and tonic, but okay. Strong?”
“Please.” He laughed as he made your drink and handed it to you. “Thanks.” Justin poured himself a double shot of the most expensive whiskey you’d ever seen in person. You asked the other question in your mind, “Did you ever find out what--?”
“What Brian has planned? No. All I know is that he left the office half an hour later than he wanted to. He did tell me that he likes you and that he enjoyed last night.”
Justin sat on one of the couches, so you sat next to him as you talked, “I did, too.”
“How about the pain play we did? Any regrets?” Justin asked.
You shook your head, “None at all. I mean, the only thing I disliked was when he scared us to death.”
Justin nodded, “I spoke to him about that. Brian likes to peacock, if you know what I mean.”
“I do,” you answered.
“I told him that part of it was not appreciated,” Justin assured you, “Would you like to see my studio? I actually straightened it up for once.”
“Absolutely. Where is it?”
“Upstairs. This way.”
Justin’s studio blew your mind. It was enormous and the only part of the house you’d seen at that point that was white, all white. In the middle of the room was a huge canvas lying flat on an easel painted an array of aquas and teals. “Is this your current project?” you asked him.
“Yep. It’s in the beginning stages based on a really creepy dream I had about living in a zombie apocalypse.” He froze for a second, and then continued, “The garage door is going up. He’s home.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and texted. “Just telling him we’re up here so he won’t think we’re already downstairs.”
About five minutes later, you heard footsteps on the stairs. They were exactly the same as the one’s in the loft the night before: commanding, purposeful. Justin touched your shoulder and asked, “Did you eat a couple of hours ago like you were supposed to?”
“Yep,” you lied; you’d shoved two tacos in your mouth right before the car arrived.
“Good.”
***********
BRIAN’S POV
Your ultimate goal since the moment Justin made it clear that focusing on this aspect of your sex life was what would make him happiest was to make this entire process, every minute of it, satisfying to him. The one caveat being that the assessment of his satisfaction might be a bit delayed on his part, but you know how to handle that. And while the particulars change now and again, the goal never does, and tonight was deliberately intended to get you closer to that end goal (nebulus as it is.) You weren’t going to be able to expand the circumstances without giving up some control, but that was to be expected.You were confident that you and Justin were going down the right road. And to be completely honest, having Dill in the picture exposed you to parts of Justin you don’t see that often, and you liked that a lot. And as far as sex slaves go, Dill was well groomed, attractive, intelligent, had a credit score over seven hundred and zero traffic tickets rendering him an opportunity one just doesn’t let pass one by, so there was that.
You were also a little jazzed by a call you received from Rusty earlier that day. Turns out the Doms at Release had noticed Dill that Saturday night and Rusty had let him in as his guest only to find out a week later after they’d put two and two together that Dill had disappeared with you and Justin. (They had video footage. It was only a matter of time.) Rusty’s question confused you at first because he asked you about a guy named ‘Henry,’ so initially you told him he had you confused with someone else. Only after clarification--meaning Rusty gave you the full name he had, Henry Dilworth, did you realize that ‘Henry’ must be Dill’s actual first name. Rusty had apparently been emailing ‘Henry’ as a follow up to encourage membership at Release and wasn’t getting a response. You were intensely pleased about this development.
“Maybe you and Justin can bring him one night?” Rusty offered on the call.
“Hmmm, maybe,” you said, “I’ll check with Justin.”
Aware of Justin’s distaste for him, an answer like that pretty much ended Rusty’s chances, and he knew it. He gave it one last try, “Well, Dave says he needs Justin to stop by and sign a waiver because he’s in that video we shot.”
“Hmm, okay. Just email me the waiver. I’ll have him sign it and email it back,” you counter offered.
“Sounds good,” Rusty replied, unable to hide the deflation in his voice. That particular calling card of your dominance--swiping prey right out from under a rival--hadn’t made an appearance in quite some time, but it still fit like a gloriously expensive hand-knitted sweater on Christmas morning.
You’d been excited all week about your plans for Dill and Justin; they’d been forming after the first night Dill was at the loft. The amount of revenue generating work you had to do was a blessing as it kept you from obsessing about it and playing with yourself in your private bathroom more than once. When you found them together in Justin’s studio, you greeted Justin with a kiss, and Dill with a warm handshake. “You both look really nice tonight,” you offered. “I’m going to change and then I’ll need about fifteen minutes to get everything set up. I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”
“Okay,” they replied in unison, laughing at one another’s timing.
You closed your bedroom door to change and were standing in your closet when you heard the knob click. “Justin?” you called.
He appeared in the narrow doorway, “I need to talk to you for a second.”
“Where’s Dill?”
“In the studio. I gave him stuff to look at.”
“Okay, what’s up?”
Justin put his hands behind his back and rested on the door jamb, “He’s a little nervous about being on camera-“
“We’re not going to lie to him,” you emphasized as you peeled your socks off.
“I know. I didn’t tell him you’d be recording sometimes, so you need to break that to him.”
“Okay, no problem. You need to change clothes for me.”
Justin wasn’t expecting that but he pretended otherwise, “Oh, okay. What about Dill?”
“He’s fine. I haven’t had him measured for dungeon pajamas,” you teased.
“He’s a little nervous about going down there with us in a basement dungeon. We need to make him comfortable and not force him.”
“Give him something to drink; help him relax,” you suggested.
“I did, but if I ask you if we can play somewhere else, don’t fight me, okay? I just need to go slow with him because-“
“Of course, that’s fine-“
He persisted, “It’s just that you have something already planned in your head and I don’t want you to get mad-“
You interrupted, “What I have planned can take place anywhere in any room. It’s no problem.”
He exhaled and smiled, “Okay, thanks.” He stepped forward, kissed you, and then rested his head against your bare chest, “Your favorite jeans are clean; they’re right there.” He pointed to a denim stack on your side of the closet.
“Thank you,” you replied, and because he didn’t move, you rubbed his back, “I’ve been looking forward to tonight, you know?”
“Me, too,” he sighed.
“Okay, go entertain him; get him comfortable.”
“Okay,” Justin agreed.
You smiled as he left the closet.
***********
Prior to that conversation with Justin, you were on the fence about how to begin the evening, undecided about whether to sit them down together or apart to provide some reassurance and guidance. In just twenty four hours, everything you’d expected to happen had happened. The two of them had clearly bonded, and Justin was defining his role on his own terms. Because everything was on track, you made the choice to make the first incision, a minor ‘paper cut,’ in that bond by talking with Dill by himself.
In your favorite jeans and a tight, long sleeve black shirt, you ventured from the dungeon back up to the studio after giving the dungeon a once over. Justin had changed the sheets as you requested, so you just had to make sure the toys and materials you needed were close by. Dill and Justin were pouring over some of his sketches, deep in conversation when you interrupted them with a knock on the open door. “You ready?” Justin asked.
“I’d like to talk to Dill privately in my office first,” you announced.
Justin hid his concerned reaction very well, “Go ahead, Dill. His office is right across the hall.” He pointed to the doorway. Dill’s eyes noted the permission he was being given and followed you as you waved him your direction. Having physically separated them, you stood in the space between and instructed, “Justin, you need to go change now.”
“Oh, okay. Before we--?”
“Yes, now,” you reiterated. You made sure to shut the office door all the way, having already taken the camera in the room offline so Justin couldn’t see the feed if he tried. Dill was far less relaxed once he was alone with you, “Sir, should I kneel?”
“No, no. We’re just going to go over a couple things. Sit,” you offered pointing to the dark brown leather couch.
“Sir, I am constantly impressed by your furniture choices.”
You laughed, “Thank you. Expensive furniture is a bit of an addiction with me.” You sat beside him on the sofa; you wanted to keep him relaxed as you explained that his comfort and positive experience mattered greatly to you, and that he absolutely wasn’t obligated to do anything that felt like a bridge too far.
Dill was straight up with you, “It’s not that I’m uncomfortable with you guys per se; I just don’t really know where I am. I think I crossed the Pennsylvania state line.”
“Ah, okay. You’re in West Virginia, just outside of Pennsylvania.” You wrote the address down and had Dill take a pic of it on his phone. “All phones and WiFi work in all areas of the house. And as Justin said, you’re on surveillance cameras. I want to be upfront and tell you that I will record most of our scenes, ones with me and ones with just you and Justin. For our use only. You have my word.”
“You won’t release them on the internet or sell them to a porn site?”
You laughed. “If they get released, it will only be to you. I’m happy to provide links to any scenes you’d like to rewatch yourself.”
Dill grinned, “Um, that’s a nice offer. I might take you up on that.”
Time to move on, “So, those issues aside, please remember that red, yellow, and green and your safe word will always be respected as will Justin’s as well.”
“Got it. Thank you.”
“So with respect to safe words, there are some actions and reactions that are permitted...and by that I mean... that resistance… or saying no or refusing a command...will only be valid if followed by a safe word. Do you understand what I mean?”
“You mean that I’m allowed to protest and resist within the scene without stopping it?”
He’s quick...very, very quick; you grinned and placed your hand on his knee, “Exactly. But not just you; Justin is allowed to as well; it’s not uncommon at all.”
“Thank you, Sir. I like that,” he paused, and then asked, “And this is something that Justin already knows? I mean, he knows that I know?”
You smiled; this kid is so beyond his years sometimes. “He’s well aware when it’s just us and when I talk with him in a bit, I will make sure he understands.” Dill nodded and looked a bit uncomfortable again, and that was something that you needed to nip in the bud so you tried, “Can you tell me what’s making you nervous...because I don’t want you to feel uneasy.”
“I think it might just be excitement, Sir. I’m not sure. I’m sorry.”
You put your arm on the back of the sofa so your fingers could reach his shoulder, “Are you debilitatingly horny?”
He laughed and blushed, “Ha! Yes, I guess.”
“When I was your age, being horny was almost overwhelming sometimes. I often wonder how I got through college.”
“I compartmentalize really well,” Dill admitted.
You squeezed his shoulder, “That’s a good skill to have. I was a slave to my cock. Age mitigates that at this point, but I could feel my cock throb in my temples sometimes. It was usually above me on the food chain.”
Dill laughed, “Now I can see that in my head.” You smiled, and he continued, “Sir, I really like Justin a lot. Like as a person, I mean. I enjoy being around him. Oh my god---” He blurted out the words and looked mortified that he’d done so, but you reassured him, “Good. That’s what I want. You seem to be making him happy, and that is all that matters to me, dungeon or no dungeon.”
“It’s just a weird situation. Not like bad weird, just--”
“Unique.”
“Yes.”
You wanted to get Dill on board and out of your office, so you explained, “Here’s the thing: Justin and I have been together for a long time, and we’ve been through a lot together. And on top of that, we fucked a lot of random guys. In those days, we didn’t even know their names or hook up with anyone twice...on purpose. It was a rule. But we’re in a new phase now, and in this phase, I don’t let anyone in our bubble without a little investigation and a healthy amount of trust, and I trust you. He trusts you. And I want you to understand that there’s going to be a substantial intensity to what we...all...do together that I doubt you’re used to.”
“Okay.”
“It may not seem that way at first, but every decision I make is for him. I know what he needs. I think you’ll enjoy it, and remember that you have a say in this; we want you to be happy as well, so all we have to do is communicate. The minute we don’t all three stay in sync; this falls apart, and I don’t want that.”
Dill’s face wore a serious expression, “I feel like I’ve given you guys the impression that I’m a nervous wreck. I’m not. It’s just anticipation and a lot to take in at once.”
“Absolutely. I’m glad you’re excited. All I want to get across is that regardless of what’s going on in a particular moment, neither Justin nor I would trade that for your comfort and enjoyment.”
“Thank you. I’m fine now. I appreciate you taking time to talk to me.”
“My pleasure. Please ask Justin to come in here and then go sit at the top of the stairs and wait for us.” As Dill got up, you stopped him, “Dill, what about your schedule? Do you need to be out of here at a particular time?”
“No, Sir. I’m completely open. I don’t have anything until class on Monday morning.”
“Great, send him in, and Dill?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“That trust I just talked about, you need to extend that to me tonight, got it?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
***********
Justin entered the room and closed the door with his arms crossed and his phone tucked inside them. He leaned against the door, his weight on his shoulder. You sat on the side arm of your sofa and reached for his phone, wriggling it out of his grasp. “What? What are you doing?” he asked.
You tapped the screen to see his open apps, and, sure enough, he had tried to access the video feed. You shook your head as you gave it back to him. He looked down, embarrassed. “I know I’m in trouble for that,” he said quietly.
“Yep.”
“How did it go with him?”
“Fine. It’s just nervous excitement. And I talked to him about con-non-con but not in those exact words.”
“What did he say?”
“He likes it,” you confirmed, “Which is exactly what I expected. What I didn’t expect, however, is the full erection you have inside these pants.”
Justin appeared flustered as he watched you lower the front of his gray pants, releasing his cock. He defended himself, “You won’t let me wear underwear. How am I supposed to hide it?”
You stroked him and he moaned in protest like someone who’s been tickled too much. “Brian, c’mon.”
“It’s so smooth and beautiful, and probably for me, right?”
He sighed, “Yes, of course.”
“Because I made you mad,” you surmised.
“Okay, whatever. He’s waiting.”
You stopped and put his cock away, patting his waist as you returned his pants to their rightful position. “Lose the attitude. Understand?”
“Yes...Sir.”
“Good. Let’s go show our guest a good time.”
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