Disclaimer: This story is true, with only minor embellishments and details added or changed to for a better reader experience, and to protect identities where necessary. These flourishes do not alter the basic structure or timelines of the events described.
For this story, I changed the POV (I was the slave) because I thought it would be interesting to see what that felt like.
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This series features graphic sex between males in bisexual and gay situations; depictions of BDSM, humiliation, and reluctant/coerced acts; group sex; and straight sex. If these offend you, move on.
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Nothing in the three months we'd been dating ever gave me any indication that Lily had any kinky inclinations. Oh sure, we were adventurous and just the merest hint of my big, thick cock showing through my jeans drove her completely nuts, begging and pleading, promising anything if I would fuck her. She liked to talk dirty and I loved hearing the shockingly obscene filth that came pouring out of her mouth when I was balls deep in her. But beyond being very enthusiastic lovers, our relationship in the bedroom had been pretty vanilla. So nothing could have prepared me for what happened when I went over to her place last Saturday.
We were going to spend a sunny fall day together, shopping and hanging out and just generally having fun. Dinner later, and if I played my cards right, I'd get to see her sexy pouty lips stretched around my throbbing erection. The plan was that I would meet her in Old Towne for a caffeine boost at the local coffee place to get us going, but she called late Friday saying that she was having car problems. She scheduled for a tow and suggested I just drive by her place and pick her up.
I pulled to a stop along the curb in front of her charming little home and checked the dashboard clock: 9:42. I was a little early, but I could see down the flower-lined path to the front porch. She was already outside, talking to someone. At first, I thought maybe he was a neighbor, just saying hello but there was something... off about their body language. Lily appeared to be yelling at him, or maybe just forcefully lecturing. Her visitor simply stood, head down and didn't appear to be speaking back. He would occasionally nod his head, like she was giving him orders or something. This one-way conversation went on for a few minutes, with her once or twice gesticulating in an exaggerated manner with her hands. Lily's long red hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, giving her an aura of strict authority. He was a good three inches taller than she, but anyone watching would agree that she was in charge here. She still hadn't noticed that I had arrived, so I gave the horn a quick tap.
She glanced up and then did a double-take-freeze as she caught sight of me. They were far enough away that I couldn't see the expressions on her face that well, but if I had to make an educated guess, I'd call it panic. Obviously, she wasn't expecting me this early and whatever business Lily had with this guy, she didn't think I'd be here to observe. This was so weird. What was she afraid of?
"What the fuck?" I mumbled to myself, and stepped out of the truck. My internal warning bells were going off but... why? When she saw me start down the path, she sort of freaked a little, glanced around and then leaned in to say something to her companion. As before, he simply nodded, eyes still firmly on the ground before him. Then she turned and hurried toward me. Obviously, she didn't want me talking to him. My adrenaline was beginning to flow by the time she reached me.
I slowed down, but kept my eyes on him as she started to talk.
"Okay, hold on..." Lily was clearly apprehensive. Was she screwing this guy? I felt the adrenaline surge again, driving a wave of anger. We'd spent so many hours in very difficult therapy sessions, trying to deal with the damage my rage could cause. Was it all going to collapse now?
"... the fuck, Lily?"
"Let me explain," she pleaded. I stopped walking and sized him up. We were still a good twenty yards apart, but I could see I'd have no problem controlling the situation if he decided to get physical with me. He was on the short side, maybe 5' 8", schlubby, not fat but heavy and just.... very bland was the impression I got. A nothing, like you could have a long conversation with him about life and then ten minutes later, you wouldn't remember his face. Total beta male. What was Lily doing with this geek?
I glanced over at her. Her big, green eyes were wide. Fear etched itself across her beautiful features. "I..." she started. "I don't actually know how to start this conversation."
Now I was thoroughly confused. "You know how we never come over here right? To my place?" I thought back for a moment - she was right. I could only recall being here once or twice before and inside just a single time and only long enough for her to grab her purse and phone that she'd forgot on her way out to meet me.
"I guess... sure."
"Well..." she was still searching for whatever it was she needed to tell me. "Okay... here goes." she took a deep breath and I tried to ignore the cold, twisting butterflies in my stomach. You're so great, please don't dump me, not here, not now, I silently pleaded. "I was still trying to figure out how to do this without fucking everything up, but here we are so I guess this is how it goes." She paused again and my heart skipped a beat.
"That's my ex-boyfriend." I remained silent, reserving judgment until she was finished. She was looking at me, I guess waiting for me to say something so she could get a read on my emotions. Which, frankly, I didn't have a lock on myself. I kept my voice even, as flat as possible.
"Robert?" I asked, taking a stab at his name. She'd said very little about him since we started dating. No details on who he was, what kind of man he was... Why their relationship had ended. Or what he might be doing here on a Saturday morning, nearly half a year she broke up with him.
"Roger." she corrected.
"Yeah, whatever." I looked back at him. He hadn't moved, posture slumped, eyes and head down. "Why is he here?" And what's he waiting for? I wondered silently. If a big dude were coming at me to start some shit for talking to his girlfriend, I certainly wouldn't be just standing there.
"Well... he lives here."
My head snapped around, and I locked her gaze. "What?!?" My anger was suddenly rising in jagged waves as I struggled to remain still. "Why the fuck are you still living with your ex?" My voice was getting louder and I could feel my control slipping. I really didn't want to beat anyone up today... I reached down and snapped the rubberband against my wrist and concentrated on my breathing, the way Dr. Matson had taught me.
"Okay, keep your voice down-" she started, glancing around nervously.
"You just failed to mention to me that your ex boyfriend is your roommate? For three months?" Every word I said, she said seemed to be making it worse. I was aware that I was close to yelling now, and that I probably couldn't stop myself. A rubber band sting wasn't going to help. My heart was pounding. I was so angry.
"Now wait-" she started, putting her hands up, trying to placate me. I wasn't having any of it.
"Are you... Are you still fucking him?" Okay yeah, I was getting a little dramatic. But what was I supposed to think?
"Baby please I-"
That wasn't a no
, my brain screamed. I turned and started toward this... Roger. Robert. Whatever.
"I'm going to break your fucking back!" I yelled, as I pointed at him. I was breathing heavily now, pulse racing. He looked up now, suddenly and his expression was that of deep fear, panic.
Good
, I thought,
because I'm going to stomp the fuck out of you.
Lily stepped around me in an effort to slow my momentum and nearly shouting, dropped a big, huge bomb on me. It stopped me in my tracks, cold. She couldn't have said that. Right? Because... what?
"Wh... What?" I asked. My thought train, my path of destruction aimed at Robert, my... entire day completely derailed.
She sighed and shifting uncomfortably in her cute little skirt and tennis shoes, she repeated herself, unwilling to meet my confounded gaze.
"He's not my roommate. He's my slave."
My brain was overloading. If you ran into an expensive restaurant in Manhattan and just starting screaming "Blood!" at everyone - yeah, that's about where my thoughts were. The words she'd spoken were in English, but they made no sense.
I gaped at her wordlessly.
