~ The Gloves Come Off ~
I made my move at the gym on Saturday afternoon. Ordinarily, I wore a tee shirt and stretch pants to cover my usual bruises from a Friday evening's shellacking. This time I wore a sleeveless leotard and shorts. I went to work out on a Stairmaster as I waited for an acquaintance from work named Tyrrell to make an appearance.
I knew he'd be there. We often saw each other doing our workouts on Saturdays. Tyrrell was there most of the time on weekends. I knew from office conversations that he was a powerlifter on his free time. Sure enough, I spied him in the weight room through the glass partition. His boyfriend, Denton, was bench spotting him as he dead lifted 350 pounds. I didn't know Denton well, but they made a cute couple.
At last, he finished up and waved at me. I motioned him to chat with me. His smile was always friendly and charming. He and his partner walked toward me. "Mindy, it's so nice to see you."
As he grew closed, he stopped and looked at the marks across my back, a series lateral of pink welts. One thing I knew about Tyrrell was that he wasn't one to let something like this go unmentioned.
"What happened to you? It looks like you have a very rough evening."
Tyrrell and I had never gotten too personal, at least on my end. Somehow, I knew that he and Denton were fellow aficionados of the masochism scene, although I'd never previously mention my devotion to him.
"It's was just Greg pushing me past my limits."
"Oh, I had no idea you two were into that. Still, it seems a bit harsh. All those are from just last night?" Tyrrell grimaced at Denton, who nodded uncomfortably.
"I'm afraid so. Our play can get a bit rough, but last night Greg refused to stop when I said our safety word. He said I needed to be pushed past my point of reluctance."
Tyrrell gasped. However, Denton became even more agitated. His ginger coloring flushed to a bright red and his face clenched into a tight coil. "No! Tell me he didn't. The safety word is sacred. You never defy the safety word, ever. No." His voice was gravelly and loud enough that other people working out nearby could hear him. With his auburn hair, immense musculature and angry expression, no one dared stare our way. He slammed his right fist into the weight lifting glove covering his left hand and the sound reverberated across the gym.
Tyrrell's usual smile had faded to a scowl. He wasn't as buffed as his friend was, but still Tyrrell was impressively chiseled. His skin was very dark and his hair done in tight cornrows going to the back of his head. He signaled Denton to calm down. "He's right. We switch in our roles all the time, but you can't defile the submissive if they say 'no'. It's a terrible transgression." He looked away and thought. "You should leave him. He's a monster."
"No, he's a good husband, but things have gone out of control." I described some of my basement dungeon intimidation and force incidents. The two looked on in horror, just as I'd hoped. When I finished my sordid tale, I said, "I still love him but I need to make him understand."
"Perhaps we can convince him to play nicely." The rage had not abated in Denton's eyes. Tyrrell crossed his muscled arms and nodded in agreement. Together the three of us conspired for them to join Greg and me that night.
~ ~ ~
Greg had been pressuring me lately to bring a black man into one of our scenarios. "I'd love to see you cucking me with some BBC. Maybe he'd have me hold you down and make me watch while he pounds away at your adulterous pussy," was how he put it. I was given a choice of him finding someone or me selecting a dominating black male. My window of forestalling had been swiftly drawing to a close.
Greg's eyes bulged when I showed him a picture of Tyrrell, who I only said I'd met at the gym. He was even more excited when he saw Denton's photo and heard that Tyrrell had insisted on including him as a part of my subjugation for the evening.
When Greg greeted them at the door and saw the two in the flesh, a devilish grin swept over his face. As much as Greg towers over me, they both towered over him. I appeared in a flimsy full-length nightgown I knew would soon me torn off me. All three men leered hungrily at me.
"Just to make sure, you're both willing partners in everything we're going to be doing tonight?" asked Denton in a gruff growl.
Greg looked them over and his eyes lingered on the bulges in the crotch of each man's tight nylon shorts. I could tell he was already thinking of having both men's hard-ons entering me at once. "Yes, we're all in for whatever may come along."
Tyrrell took a step forward. "And the lady, she buys into it, too? She's got to speak for herself on this." His voice was stern and decisive. I'd never heard him talk that way before, he was usually very friendly and accommodating.
Greg gave me that look of his that said; Don't even think of backing out now.
I hesitated for dramatic effect and looked hesitatingly at the two massive males, "All right I go along. Greg you're sure you want this?"
