It was no longer a question. He now knew that Jane had told Bill everything. She had filled Bob in years ago, of course, about Jill and Bill, their relationship, how she had introduced them in fact. Jill was a submissive, like himself, only even more so. She had served Jane as a virtual slave through four years of college and had wept bitterly when Jane had made plans to live alone after graduation. So Jill had remained attached to Jane, only occasionally enjoying the sexual domination she craved as Jane pursued other victims. When she met Bill at a BDMS club in Brooklyn, she knew she had found a mate for Jill. She joked that she had sold Jill to him. He wasn't sure she was joking.
So Bob was a newcomer to this group. He would never have met Jane but for the counselling he had received from a Dr. Sigmund Samenschlag, a self-proclaimed behavioral therapist whom he was referred to by his HR director after his divorce. Bob had been really depressed and it was affecting his work. The HR Director, not in an official capacity, mind you, but as a friend, told him about the doctor when Bob confessed to him why his marriage had failed. Mary had found it too much of a burden to have to be responsible for everything in their relationship; Bob's high pressure job rendered him incapable of any kind of decisiveness or leadership at home. "Go see Dr. Samenschlag. He should be able to help you," the HR Director had suggested. And it had worked out far better than Bob would have believed. He had learned to embrace the side of himself that Mary had despised, and the doctor's assistant, Marci had introduced him to a professional dominatrix in her network, none other than Jane Adams, now his wife. Jane's professional persona was strictly Lesbian - she found that it made her work much simpler - but she wanted a husband, a docile and submissive man who would always defer to her but could wield a good hard cock. "I get a little tired of always having to do all the fucking," she had told him. Not that she didn't enjoy pegging him too once in a while.
"My eyes are up here, boy!" Bill said sharply, breaking Bob's reverie. "The burgers are ready to eat, but I want you naked first. Clothes off, now!"
Keeping his eyes on Bill's face, Bob immediately stripped completely. His boner swayed and bounced a little as he removed his shoes and stepped out of his shorts. Meanwhile, Bill assembled the sandwiches on a single plate, carried it over to the picnic table and set it down. Gesturing toward his feet under the table as he sat down, he called to Bob, "Here, boy. Sit." Bob, with surprise and excitement, complied eagerly, crawling under the table to a spot next to Bill knee. Bill's cock was still exposed and Bob ogled it hungrily, noting that although still soft, it had plumped up a little, suggesting great growth potential. Bob drooled a little bit while Bill, topside was taking a big a bite of one burger and reaching under the table with the other one for Bob to bite into. "There's a good boy!" he said cheerfully. "I'll feed you. and when you're finished eating, I'm going to let you suck my cock." He took another bite of burger and gave Bob another too. "What do you say, buddy?"
"Mmmm, thank you, sir!" Bob answered with burger in his mouth.
Yes, this was going to be a great weekend!
