Theirs (Part 1)

I already knew I was going to go through with it. But I was nervous anyway.

I met them at a bar. The music was loud and the other people noisy enough that no one could hear our conversation. I could tell straight away they were happy with me. I’d sent them photos of myself. Face. Body. Cock. But once we met face-to-face they seemed happy and relaxed. We drank and chatted about things that didn’t matter. She would gaze at me with a small smile, taking me in. He was friendly and confident, reassuring in an almost paternal way.

They asked if I’d ever done anything like this before. I confessed that I hadn’t. I asked them if they’d ever done this to anyone before. They looked at each other and smiled, remembering something they weren’t going to share with me. Someone else. Like me.

The conversation was easy and after another drink they said they wanted to take me home now. I flushed slightly, nervous. I accepted that this was going to happen. And all my nerves sank deep into me and away. I didn’t have to choose. It wasn’t up to me. I just had to go with it.

She took my hand with a smile and we followed her husband out of the bar. One or two faces glanced my way, surprised that she was holding my hand and not his. They sat in the front seats of their car, I sat in the back. We drove through normal suburban streets. Normal suburban houses. Normal suburban lives. But nothing we were about to do was normal.

He pulled into a driveway. And before I knew it, we were inside their house. The lights were low. She smiled back at me as she removed her jacket and disappeared down the hallway. He poured me a whiskey, having one himself. He smiled and asked if I was ready. I nodded. He patted my shoulder and said they’d look after me.

She returned, dressed in a black nightgown, tied closed. She took his drink from him and told him to put on music. She put her arm around my waist and drank his drink, gazing into my eyes.

The music began, remixed lounge music filling the air.

“You’re delicious,” she said. Like a hunter sniffing at its prey.

“Thank you,” I replied. A deer caught in the headlights.

She smiled and finished her drink.

“Let’s get you naked,” she said, putting the drink down.

She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off slowly. She looked me over, running her fingers casually over my torso. She traced the lines of my stomach muscles like she was looking casually over a menu. She unbuttoned my belt and my pants.

“Down,” she said.

I pushed my pants and underwear down to my ankles as gracefully as I could (which is never actually graceful). I kicked the pants away. I was naked. With two strangers.

She looked down at my cock and around at my ass. She held my cock in two fingers and waggled it with a smile. She tapped my balls with her fingers, harder than I expected.

She cocked her head to the side and smiled at me with a beautiful confident smile. She stepped closer, leaned in and started sucking my nipple. She ran her hands over me. She took deep breaths of my scent. The hunter taking in its prey’s flavour.

He stood behind me. He took my arms and pulled my hands behind my back. I felt the click of the handcuffs as he bound my wrists together. He patted my shoulder reassuringly. She continued to lick my torso.

My cock was growing. Filling. Hardening. Sticking out in front of me now. She flicked it lightly with her fingers, only vaguely interested in it. She kissed my neck and up to my ear. She whispered into it…

“What are you?”

I struggled to breathe, the words trapped inside me.

She flicked my balls hard with her finger, making me jump. She went back to kissing my neck as the pain washed up through me.

“What are you?”

“Yours.”

“Our what?”

She tapped my balls playfully as a threat of more pain.

“Our what?”

I took a breath.

“Your property.”

He wrapped the collar around my neck, snapping it firmly in place. She looked up at me, her mouth hanging open with a hot, horny smile. She turned and walked to an armchair, sitting gracefully on the front edge. She whipped her nightgown open and spread one leg away from the other, exposing her pussy.

She sat motionless, simply showing it to me. Her eyes stayed on me, watching the effect the sight of her pussy was having on me. I felt drunk. Hypnotised by it. Completely subservient.

His hand grabbed the back of my collar and he walked me towards her. He pushed me down and I knelt. She watched, not saying a word. I gazed between her legs at the soft folds and the finely trimmed black hair that lined it.

Suddenly, he pushed my face forward between her thighs. My mouth opened as my face pressed into her. She gasped, laughing. He pushed my face hard into her warm moist flesh. I began working my tongue on her. I struggled to breathe as he held me in place. I pushed up against his grip, finding my way to her clitoris. He pushed me forward again as I lashed at her clit with my tongue, sucking it and feeling its firmness in my mouth. He held me there as she gasped, her breathing building into a rhythm.

I looked up at her as I sucked on her clit. She gazed at her husband, mouth open, eyes full of desire.

“I don’t want to cum yet,” she told him.

He pushed me in harder.

“Not yet,” she begged him.

He held me there.

“I want to do things to him first. Let me do things to him.”

He grabbed my collar and pulled me back. I fell back onto the floor, unable to stop myself with bound arms. I lay on my side and looked up at him.

He was naked. His body was ripped with muscles. Big arms. A full chest. His cock was hard and erect. And huge. I was almost a seven. He was nine and thick. He stood next to her and looked down at me on the floor. She took his massive cock in her mouth and sucked him lovingly.

She gazed down at me as she sucked him. They stared at me, both picturing what they were about to do to me.

And I was about to find out…