Broen In

Eli woke with a stiff neck and aching knees, the carpet rough against his bare skin. His body protested as he shifted, muscles sore and sluggish, the dull throb of last night's humiliations woven deep into his bones. Above him, the sheets rustled--soft laughter, sleepy sighs. He blinked blearily up toward the bed.

Melissa and Ava were tangled together beneath the covers, bare limbs entwined, soft skin glowing in the pale morning light. Melissa's cheek rested against Ava's shoulder, her lips parted in sleep. Ava's hand was curled possessively around Melissa's waist, holding her close.

For a moment, Eli just watched them. A hollow ache pulsed deep in his chest.

He felt broken. He felt whole. He felt lost. He felt found.

He rose carefully to his hands and knees, joints cracking, head bowed low. His cock hung limp and spent between his thighs--still leaking a little shame from the night before. Without thinking, without deciding, Eli padded silently into the kitchen.

He didn't need to be told. He knew what was expected of him now. The movements were automatic--mechanical, practiced--the rituals of service already sinking into his marrow.

He made breakfast. Eggs, lightly scrambled the way Melissa liked. Toast, crisp and buttery. Coffee, strong and black for Ava, sweet and creamy for Melissa.

He plated everything carefully. Arranged the tray neatly. Carried it back to the bedroom with slow, reverent steps. His knees ached with every movement, but he welcomed the pain. It felt right. It felt deserved.

When he entered, the women stirred sleepily, blinking against the morning light. Melissa sat up first, her hair wild around her face, her body bare and radiant. Her eyes lit up when she saw the tray. "Thank you, baby," she murmured sweetly, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to Eli's cheek.

He flushed with pride--a small, pathetic thing--and set the tray down on the bed.

Ava stretched lazily beside Melissa, her breasts spilling invitingly from beneath the sheets. She smirked and patted Eli's ass casually as he passed. "Good boy," she said, almost kindly.

Eli's cheeks burned hotter, but he nodded, lowering his head in silent acceptance. It didn't feel like teasing anymore. It felt like his place. Their place for him.

And he was grateful for it.

Breakfast was casual -- but it was different. Eli sat cross-legged on the floor at the foot of the bed, naked and obedient, while the women lounged comfortably against the pillows, sipping their coffee and picking at their food.

Conversation flowed easily between them -- soft laughter, affectionate teasing, lazy touches beneath the sheets. It flowed around Eli, not through him.

He wasn't included. He wasn't excluded. He was simply... there. A fixture. A pet.

Sometimes Melissa would flick a crumb toward him absently, and Eli would crawl forward to pick it up from the floor without hesitation.

Sometimes Ava would nudge him with her foot -- a silent command to refill her coffee cup -- and he would scramble to obey. Neither woman said thank you. Neither needed to. Eli didn't want gratitude. He only wanted to serve. He only wanted to be near them. He only wanted to belong.

When Melissa finished her plate, she set it aside and looked down at Eli thoughtfully. Her smile was soft -- indulgent, almost maternal. "You've been so good," she murmured, tracing the rim of her empty coffee mug with one finger.

Ava grinned wickedly beside her, stretching like a cat. "I think he's earned a reward," she agreed, her voice syrup-sweet and mocking.

Eli's stomach twisted.

Excitement.

Terror.

Desperation.

He lowered his gaze to the floor, breathing shallowly. Ava crooked a finger at him lazily. "Come here, pet," she ordered. Her voice was soft -- almost affectionate -- but brooked no disobedience.

Eli crawled forward immediately, heart hammering, his half-hard cock swinging pathetically between his thighs.

Melissa giggled and scooted back on the bed, parting her thighs lazily, the sheets falling away to reveal the soft, pink wetness between them.

Ava patted the mattress between her and Melissa. "Kiss her," she ordered sweetly. "Show her how grateful you are."

Eli clambered onto the bed, careful not to disturb the tray, and pressed reverent kisses to Melissa's thighs. Her skin was warm, soft, scented faintly of sweat and sex and sleep.

Melissa shivered, biting her lip, threading her fingers lightly through Eli's hair. "More," she whispered.

Eli obeyed eagerly, kissing higher, licking gentle trails along her inner thighs, finally nuzzling between her folds. Melissa moaned softly, hips shifting, thighs parting wider.

Eli licked carefully, lovingly, trying to remember everything she liked -- the patterns, the pressure, the places that used to make her sob his name. He kissed and sucked and licked, desperate to please. Desperate to earn. Desperate to still be useful to her somehow.

Above him, Melissa whimpered softly -- sweet, encouraging sounds -- but Eli could feel the difference.

The tension wasn't there.

The desperation.

The hunger.

Her moans were soft, polite.

Not desperate.

Not wild.

Not real.

Eli kissed Melissa's inner thighs with trembling reverence, savoring every soft whimper that slipped from her lips. He moved slowly -- carefully -- pressing his mouth against the tender skin of her inner thigh, then lower, then lower still. Melissa's scent filled his lungs -- sweet, musky, addictive. Her thighs parted wider in silent invitation. He licked a slow, deliberate line along her folds, tasting her arousal, feeling her shiver beneath him.

"That's it, baby," Melissa murmured, voice thick with sleepy warmth.

Ava chuckled from her lazy sprawl against the pillows, sipping her coffee with a smirk.

"Look at you," she teased softly."Such a devoted little thing."

Eli flushed hot but didn't stop.

He kissed and sucked and lapped at Melissa's pussy with desperate devotion --

his hands gentle on her thighs, his mouth working feverishly, his heart hammering against his ribs.

Melissa sighed, threading her fingers through his hair loosely. Her body responded to his touch -- hips lifting, thighs trembling -- but there was a difference.

A distance.

Her moans were sweet but muted.

Pleasure was there -- but not the frantic, helpless need he remembered once coaxing from her. Still, Eli worked harder. He nuzzled into her heat, licking her more firmly, teasing the little bud of her clit with careful, trembling strokes of his tongue.

Melissa gasped, hips rocking gently against his face. "Good boy," she breathed, stroking his hair lovingly.

Ava laughed under her breath, stretching lazily. "You're working so hard for her," she murmured, almost admiringly. "You really do love being her little pet, don't you?"

Eli whimpered softly against Melissa's folds but didn't answer. He couldn't. Not with his mouth full of the only thing that mattered anymore.

He let himself sink into the task completely -- serving her, loving her, worshiping her body with every desperate flick of his tongue. Melissa's thighs tensed around his head. Her breathing quickened. Eli's cock throbbed uselessly against his thigh.He ached to be inside her. Ached to be useful again -- to prove he still had a place beyond kneeling at her feet.

When Melissa tugged lightly on his hair, he pulled back, face wet, eyes wide and adoring. Melissa smiled down at him -- soft, fond, indulgent. "You've been such a good boy," she murmured. Eli's heart stuttered painfully. Anything. He would do anything.

Melissa glanced at Ava, who only lifted a brow and shrugged -- amused. Then Melissa crooked a finger at Eli, beckoning him up. "Come here, baby," she said sweetly. "You can fuck Mommy for a little while."

Eli's hands shook as he crawled up the bed, lining himself up eagerly. Melissa's thighs parted, welcoming him. Eli guided himself forward -- and slid inside her with a gasp.

She was warm.

Wet.

Perfect.

The feeling -- the gift of being inside her again -- was overwhelming. He clutched at her hips, desperate to savor it. He thrust slowly at first -- careful, shallow strokes -- trying to stay in control, trying to last.

Melissa moaned softly, fingers stroking down his back. "That's it, baby," she whispered encouragingly. "Nice and slow."

But it was too much. The heat of her body, the softness, the slick slide of her around him -- the knowledge that it wasn't truly his anymore -- that he was being allowed to borrow her for a moment, out of kindness --

It broke him.

His hips stuttered.

His stomach tightened.

With a low, strangled groan, Eli spilled inside her -- too soon, too fast, trembling with the force of it. Melissa's body went still beneath him. Ava's laughter rang out behind him -- rich and bright and merciless. "Seriously?" she giggled."Didn't even last a minute."

Eli pressed his face into Melissa's neck, panting. His body was still, rigid with shame.

Melissa's hand stroked his back gently -- soothing, almost motherly. "It's okay, baby," she whispered sweetly. "You tried."

Ava snorted from the bed. "Tried," she repeated, amused.

Eli clung to Melissa's warmth, jaw tight, breathing shallow. He didn't cry. He didn't beg. He just stayed there -- silent, aching, humiliated -- feeling her soft body under him, feeling the way she comforted him without needing him. Feeling the distance growing wider.

Melissa kissed his temple lightly -- tender, affectionate -- then gently nudged him back. "Lie down, sweetheart," she murmured.

Eli obeyed immediately, rolling onto his back, arms loose at his sides, cock twitching uselessly against his thigh. Ava watched him, smiling lazily. She shifted to the side of the bed, stretching her arms overhead.

"Poor little thing," she said softly, mockingly. "So sweet. So eager. So... inadequate."

Melissa didn't disagree. She just smiled down at Eli -- fond, affectionate --

like a woman petting her favorite puppy after a long day.

Ava leaned over to ruffle Eli's hair playfully. "But don't worry, pet," she teased. "You'll still have your role." Eli flushed deeper, jaw clenching. He would take whatever they gave him. He would be grateful for it. Even this. Especially this.

Melissa's body was warm and soft against the sheets, her chest rising and falling gently as she recovered. Eli stayed where he was -- flat on his back, arms loose at his sides -- his spent cock twitching pathetically against his thigh. Shame prickled under his skin, but he stayed perfectly still, obedient. Waiting.

Above him, Ava stretched like a satisfied cat, arms high overhead, her breasts lifting beautifully with the movement. She looked down at Eli and smiled -- a lazy, syrupy-sweet smile full of amused condescension.

"Poor thing," she murmured, almost affectionate. "Worked so hard... and still left Mommy wanting."

Melissa chuckled under her breath, tilting her head to nuzzle Ava's shoulder. "I guess he can't help it," she said softly, her voice full of fond resignation.

Eli swallowed hard. He wanted to sink into the floor. He wanted to beg for another chance, to prove himself. But he didn't move. He didn't speak. He stayed exactly where he was -- pliant, obedient, aching.

Ava rose from the bed with a slow, predatory grace. She crossed the room without hurry, her bare hips swaying, and crouched to rummage through her overnight bag. When she straightened, she was holding the black harness -- and the thick, gleaming strap-on that made Eli's stomach twist into knots.

He watched in silent dread as she stepped into the harness, pulling the straps tight around her hips with casual, practiced hands. The thick shaft bobbed obscenely between her thighs, longer, thicker, more intimidating than Eli could ever dream of matching.

Ava turned back toward the bed, her eyes glittering with amusement as she caught the involuntary twitch of Eli's spent cock. "Still eager?" she teased, voice dripping mockery.

Without waiting for a response, she crooked her finger at him. "Get it ready, pet." Her voice left no room for disobedience.

Eli rose shakily onto his knees and crawled toward her, his skin burning with humiliation and desperate need. He knelt at Ava's feet, trembling, staring up at the thick silicone shaft swaying inches from his face.

Ava gripped his hair firmly -- not painfully, but with absolute control -- and guided his mouth forward. "Open," she purred.

He obeyed immediately, lips parting, cheeks flaming with shame. The thick tip pressed against his mouth, slick and heavy, demanding. And Eli welcomed it -- because it was his place. Because this, at least, he could still be good for.

Ava's fingers tightened in Eli's hair, holding him steady as she pressed the thick tip of the strap-on against his lips. She didn't force it in all at once -- she made him work for it, letting him feel the weight, the implied threat, the command beneath her casual patience.

"Come on, pet," she murmured, voice low and teasing. "You know how this works."

Eli whimpered softly and leaned forward, wrapping his lips around the tip, suckling obediently. His cheeks burned with humiliation, but he focused on the task -- running his tongue along the smooth silicone, wetting it carefully, reverently, as if he were worshipping something holy.

Ava smiled lazily down at him, rocking her hips forward in slow, shallow thrusts. The strap-on slid deeper with each movement, pushing past Eli's lips, grazing his tongue. He gagged softly, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, but he didn't pull away.

He took it.

He swallowed his pride and let Ava fuck his mouth, setting the rhythm with little tugs of his hair.

Melissa watched from the bed, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed. One hand slid lazily between her own thighs, stroking herself in slow, distracted circles as she watched her husband serve another woman so obediently.

"Such a good boy," Ava crooned mockingly, sliding the strap-on a little deeper. "You were made for this, weren't you? Made to kneel. Made to serve. Made to suck cock like it's the only thing you're good for."

Eli whimpered again around the thick shaft, his body trembling with shame and arousal. His cock -- still sensitive, still spent -- gave a pathetic twitch against his thigh.

Ava chuckled low in her throat and thrust a little harder, making Eli gag audibly.

"Aw, look at that," she teased sweetly. "You're drooling all over yourself."

She wasn't wrong.

Spit leaked from the corners of Eli's mouth, dripping down his chin, slicking the strap-on even further. He didn't even try to wipe it away. He just sucked harder, trying to please her, trying to make her proud. Trying to make himself useful again.

After a few more lazy thrusts, Ava pulled back, the wet strap-on sliding free with a soft, obscene pop. Eli gasped for air, panting, his chin glistening with spit.

Ava wiped a thumb across his slick, reddened lips, smirking fondly. "Good enough," she said lightly, as if grading a barely-passing student. She looked over at Melissa, who was watching with heavy-lidded eyes, her fingers still moving between her thighs.

"Ready for the real thing, baby?" Ava asked, voice thick with promise.

Melissa whimpered and nodded eagerly, her body arching toward the bed's center.

Ava chuckled and turned back to Eli. "Sit back and watch, pet," she said sweetly.

"You've had your turn. Now it's time for Mommy to be taken care of properly."

Eli obeyed instantly, kneeling at the foot of the bed, hands resting on his thighs, his heart hammering painfully against his ribs. He watched as Ava climbed onto the bed between Melissa's parted thighs -- confident, powerful, utterly in control.

And he stayed silent. He stayed still.

Because that was his place now.

To watch. To serve. To accept.

Ava moved with lazy, predatory grace as she climbed onto the bed between Melissa's open thighs. The thick strap-on bobbed obscenely between her hips, already gleaming from Eli's spit.

Melissa spread herself eagerly, her legs trembling with anticipation.

She looked radiant -- her flushed cheeks, her mussed hair, the glistening heat between her thighs -- an offering laid bare.

Ava paused between her legs, one hand sliding possessively up Melissa's thigh, fingertips tracing teasing circles closer and closer to the slick center.

"So needy already," Ava murmured, smiling down at her. "You didn't even need my cock yet to get like this, did you?"

Melissa whimpered, her hips lifting off the bed, wordless with need. Behind them, Eli knelt silently on the floor, watching -- his cock already stirring painfully again despite how utterly spent he was. His hands trembled on his thighs, his throat tight, his whole body buzzing with helpless anticipation. He needed permission. He needed to be told what to do. He needed to be part of this -- even if only to serve.

Ava caught the desperate gleam in his eyes and smirked. "Not yet, pet," she said sweetly, voice full of cruel affection.

Eli dropped his gaze immediately, cheeks burning, chest heaving.

Melissa whimpered again, her hips rocking gently. "Please," she whispered -- soft, raw, desperate.

Ava chuckled low in her throat and finally, finally pressed the thick tip of the strap-on against Melissa's slick folds. Melissa gasped sharply, her hands clutching at the sheets.

Ava didn't thrust in yet.

She teased her -- slow, shallow movements -- sliding just the tip against her entrance, circling, pressing, pulling back. Melissa writhed under her, legs trembling.

Eli watched, frozen, every nerve ending stretched tight. He could smell Melissa's arousal from where he knelt -- musky, sweet, overwhelming.

Ava leaned down, bracing herself over Melissa with one arm, the other guiding the thick shaft teasingly along her slick heat. "You're going to take it so good, baby," Ava murmured against her ear. "You're going to show our little pet what a real orgasm looks like."

Melissa whimpered brokenly, her hands reaching up blindly, clutching at Ava's shoulders. Ava laughed softly -- delighted, victorious -- and finally, finally pushed forward.

The thick strap-on sank inside Melissa in one smooth, brutal thrust. Melissa screamed -- a raw, wrecked sound -- her back arching clean off the bed.

Eli whimpered helplessly, his cock jerking uselessly at the sight.

Ava groaned lowly, grinding her hips against Melissa's, burying the full length inside her. "Fuck, look at her," Ava breathed, glancing back at Eli over her shoulder. "Look at how good she takes it."

Ava began to move -- slow at first, grinding deep, letting Melissa feel every thick inch. Melissa sobbed under her, clutching Ava's arms, her legs falling open wider, helplessly inviting more.

Each thrust made the bed creak softly.

Each wet slap of skin on skin made Eli's body jolt with raw, ruined arousal.

He watched as Ava set a relentless rhythm -- driving into Melissa again and again, harder, faster, making her gasp and wail. Melissa's moans grew louder, needier, more frantic. She tossed her head back against the pillows, her breasts bouncing with every savage thrust, her fingers clawing at the sheets.

Ava smiled wickedly, never faltering, her pace brutal and merciless.

Eli whimpered under his breath, shifting on his knees. His cock was painfully hard again, throbbing helplessly in the air. His hands twitched at his sides -- aching to touch himself, to relieve the pressure, to do something -- but he didn't dare without permission.

Ava must have seen it. She glanced down at him, her hips never stopping, the strap-on plunging deep into Melissa's soaked body with every thrust. "You want to touch that useless little cock, pet?" she panted, a cruel smile curling her lips.

Eli whimpered and nodded frantically, his entire body trembling.