"Which of you wants to sleep in bed with me?" Charli asked.
They both looked at each other. They both wanted to, but only one would be allowed the honor.
"I submitted first," Ty pointed out. "And I made you cum," he added.
"You
made
me cum?" she asked.
Ty saw the wild glint in her eye. "I-I mean you trusted me to give you pleasure, Mistress Charli," he amended.
"Brad?" she asked.
"I'll accept whatever decision you make, Mistress Charli," he said next to her ear. He still held her in his arms and was enjoying the skin contact and the scent of her hair.
"Brad's winning, Ty," she said, offering Ty another chance to plead his case.
"Maybe it should be Brad," Ty said sincerely. "I was really rough on him earlier, he could probably use the aftercare."
"Good boy, Ty," she said. She patted her thigh to beckon him to her. "Come here, good boy."
He crawled to her and rested his head against her thigh. He turned his head and looked up at her. She scratched his scalp with her fingernails and watched his skin break out in goosebumps.
"You are such a good boy. So obedient." She felt Brad's cock twitch against her back. "And you, Brad," she looked up into his eyes and sighed, "It took a little more effort, but you're a good boy too." She scratched Brad behind the ear as if he were a puppy.
"I'll tell you what," she said, climbing off Brad's lap and onto the bed, "if you two don't mind sleeping like sardines, we can all share."
The boys smiled. She removed her shirt and threw it to the laundry basket across the room. She was now nude, but for the necklace which held the keys to the locks on the boys' shock collars and the locks on the (for now) abandoned chastity cages.
"That would be so nice, Mistress Charli," Brad said.
"So generous, Mistress Charli," Ty added.
Ty slid into bed first, laying on his right side, his back pressed against the wall. Charli followed, taking up her place in the middle, on her back. Brad closed them off laying on his left side on the outer edge of the bed, next to Charli, facing Ty.
Brad and Ty locked eyes for a moment before Brad blushed and turned his gaze toward Charli.
"Are you comfortable, Mistress?" Brad asked, trying to keep an appropriate amount of space between himself and his Mistress without falling off the bed.
Charli felt a rush of dopamine. These boys, who just months ago were tormenting her, were now concerned with nothing but pleasing her, making sure she felt comfortable and obeying her.
"I am," she responded simply.
"Can we cuddle you?" Ty asked.
He kept his back pressed against the wall in order to take up less space and out of respect for his Mistress. But he didn't think he could make it through the night without accidentally throwing an arm or a leg over her in his sleep.
"Sure," she said as if she were ambivalent about the idea. The truth was she was actually very interested in the idea of being held in the arms of two very good looking men, but she wasn't about to give them that kind of power.
Ty slid his right arm under the back of her neck, bringing his body flush with hers. He draped his left arm over her waist and rested his hand on her right hip, spreading his fingers apart and delighting in how close they were.
Brad nuzzled his head on Charli's shoulder, He wrapped his arm over her chest and gingerly gripped her left hip. His arm brushed against Ty's arm, giving him a warm, giddy feeling in his chest. He wasn't sure when his friendship with Ty had morphed into a crush. He was just deliriously relieved that Ty appeared to reciprocate. Even if it wasn't exactly reciprocation, it was clear that Ty was not horrified or disgusted by Brad's desires. Homophobia ran so deep with the popular guys in their high school, so even though Ty never joined in with the "jokes" or derogatory statements the other guys made, Brad had been committed to keeping his attraction to Ty a secret he would keep to the grave.
He felt an overwhelming gratitude to Mistress Charli for allowing them time alone together to share that experience.
Ty slid his fingers up Charli's hip, up the dip in her waist and over her ribs. The trajectory of his hand seemed to be her breast, but instead, he grabbed Brad's bicep and gently squeezed. He slid his hand down Brad's arm and rested his hand over Brad's. Brad turned his hand over, opening his palm, and Ty took that as an invitation to hold hands.
Charli watched the whole thing and smirked.
"Where are my manners?" she asked. "It's time for a goodnight kiss." She leaned toward Ty, lifting her chin and waiting for him to meet her halfway. Ty leaned down, licking his lips and pressed them against hers. They kissed gently as she brought a hand to his cheek. She kept it there after their lips parted. "Sweet dreams, my good boy," she said. He shuddered at her praises and she slid her hand off his cheek.
She turned in her spot and faced Brad. She reached up to his cheek and pulled him into a tender kiss. She felt his hand, still clasped with Ty's, press into the small of her back. She felt Brad's tongue on her lower lip and she opened her mouth a little more. The kiss quickly turned from a sweet goodnight kiss to a passionate, breathtaking, heart pounding, butterfly inducing kiss. The deeper the kiss became, the more Brad felt Ty's hand tighten in his own.
Ty began to feel a myriad of feelings. Jealousy, confusion, arousal but mostly he felt excluded. Not wanting to be scolded by his Mistress, he remained quiet, holding onto Brad's hand and watching them make out.
When Charli pulled back from the kiss, she could hardly catch her breath. Brad was an amazing kisser.
"Now you two kiss," she said with a cheeky smile.
The boys propped themselves up and leaned over Charli. They looked into each other's eyes for a moment, Brad's eyes darted to Ty's lips and he took a steadying breath. Brad hooked his index finger under Ty's collar and pulled him closer.
The kiss was initially soft and tender, but Brad released Ty's collar and fisted his hand in Ty's hair, holding him still and pulling tightly to make Ty moan.
As soon as they separated, Charli clapped.
"Good night boys," she said.
When she woke the next morning she was being poked from both directions. Both of the boys had massive morning wood, both were snuggled against her.
She had a brief fantasy of trying to fit both of them inside her at once, but she craved the feeling of control over them and that would cause a shift in the power balance. She decided it was time to bring out the cock cages.
"Brad, Ty," she chastised, "You're both hard without permission. I'm going to have to lock you both away before you forget who owns your cocks."
Charli left the bed and fetched both of the chastity cages. She went for Ty first as he already seemed to be losing his erection.
"You want me to lock up your cock, don't you Ty?
"Yes, Mistress Charli," he replied obediently.
"Then be a good boy and ask me for it."
"Mistress Charli, would you please put me in a cock cage?"
"Good boy," she praised.
"Relax, I want your cock soft now," she whispered to Ty, he dug his fingernails into his thighs and thought about gross things and embarrassing moments and having to retake chemistry and soon he was limp enough to be put in his cage.
"Now, Brad. You know you're lower than Ty, right? You are below bitch status."
"Yes, Mistress Charli," Brad sighed. His cock was twitching and leaking precum.
"So I am going to cage you, but you're going to have to beg me for it," Charli said.
"Please lock my useless cock away, Mistress Charli." Brad begged, "Take away my manhood, so I can properly live as your bitch."
"Good. Now go limp like a good bitch."
