Angus McLaren sat in the shade of the wrap-around porch. The Men's House was a comfortable place with its Adirondack chairs and broad eaves and on a hot, late summer day it was just the place for a large iced tea and some time to digest lunch. Food was important at The Commune and fortunately it was fresh, organic and plentiful. It was, he thought, a damned good thing that they did most of their farming with horses instead of tractors. Though the big Belgians did most of the work, the manual labor involved in working them burned a lot of calories. That kept the men slim and muscular despite the hearty meals. Unfortunately, it also wore them out and the whole group's sex lives were suffering. However, the bearded man mused, harvest was coming and once it was in there would be a lot less work to do and time (and calories) could be devoted to either making babies or practicing for the event. He looked forward to October with anticipation.
As he pondered, his main squeeze Peggy came up arm-in-arm with Melissa Koenig, CEO of the commune and chief authority on all things within the matriarchy. To Angus surprise they spread his knees and each sat down on one.
"Yes?" Appearing to be in agreement was always a good opening position, especially when dealing with Melissa.
The older woman laughed and tossed her grey locks. Decades as a yoga instructor had left her slim, strong and flexible beyond belief and as the man knew well she was as good a piece of ass as any man could hope to get into.
"I like the way you start, Angus," she began, "but before I presume that means you agree perhaps I ought to explain the proposition. Peggy, Sylvia and I have been thinking that what this place needs is for you menfolk to break out your tools and build a couple of lairs."
"Lairs." Angus knew what the word meant officially but couldn't for the life of him imagine what it meant in this context.
"Yes," Melissa continued, "lairs. We three think it would be really a lot of fun if both the men and the women had a specific place where we could have our way with any chosen victims after abducting them."
Angus blinked like an old turtle and Peggy giggled. "I would have thought that bedrooms worked quite well that way," he drawled.
"Oh, bedrooms are fun most of the time," Melissa continued, "but for dominance and submission games they really don't work. After all, you have to sleep in them and at least in the case of the Women's House, children are likely to wonder in unexpectedly and are likely to start asking questions that would be very hard to answer."
Angus stroked his beard reflectively. "Yes, I can see where Angela would have a difficult time explaining a St. Andrew's cross or set of stocks to Jakob. However, I'm at a loss as to how much traffic one of these 'lairs' would get. And how does a lair differ from a dungeon?"
"Lairs," Peggy began emphatically, "are much more comfortable than dungeons; they don't have whips and chains or much in the way of bondage furniture. They're not painted black inside, either."
"However," Melissa continued the explanation, "they do have quantities of soft rope, lubricants of various kinds and plenty of toys. The idea is that two should abduct one and share, bonding with each other in the process."
"Male bonding using a female and vice versa?" Angus looked skeptical. "I'm aware of the theory but I really have my doubts about that."
"Oh, don't be silly!" Peggy glared at him. "I know full well that you would just love to watch Kyle or Gabriel doing me and then join in—or take turns for that matter. Stop being such a stick in the mud."
Angus took a swallow of his tea, mostly to give himself time to come up with a decent answer. "Alright, I'll take it up with the rest of the guys. While I suspect there might be some interest in having a place to double team you all, I'm not at all sure there will be any enthusiasm for building a place for you to abduct one of us. Other than Konrad, I don't know that there's any attraction for bondage and dildos and I know full well that's what you two are aiming at. As I said, I'll raise the issue but frankly I'm not very interested."
Melissa leaned over and hugged him around the head. "Lovely man, you're just not very interested—
yet
."
*****
Konrad bounced his giggling son Jakob on his knee. To this day, almost four years after his mistress Angela announced she was carrying his child, he was still amazed both at himself and what she had done for them and his wife Melissa. He looked up at both women as they bustled around the kitchen of the central dining hall. "You honestly expect the younger men to go along with this mad scheme?" he asked.
Melissa put down the knife she'd been slicing fresh tomatoes with and looked thoughtful. "Expect? No, but I am hopeful. It would be great fun to be stretched out blindfolded and fondled, kissed and eventually used ferociously by a couple of studs I couldn't see. The problem, as you well know, will be convincing said studs that being in the same position would be fun for them. I don't think Kyle would use it as a reason for leaving the group but as Angela once observed he is a proud and touchy young man. Perhaps that's one of the reasons I find the thought of putting him in the 'bottom' position so appealing. Maybe I'd better examine my motives."
Angela smiled up from the cake she was frosting. "A lot of that is his age. He's younger by a couple of years than anyone else here and I'm sure that kind of rankles. Even though he has taken charge of the overall economic development of the place, he still is aware that the only person younger than he is little Jakob. Of course in six months or so there will be more but babies can hardly count in male hierarchical thinking."
Jakob shrieked in delight as 'Papa Konrad' tossed him up in the air and caught him several times before letting him down to run around. Konrad smiled benignly at the toddler and then looked up at his lovers. "That's what concerns me. His organic agri-business plan is starting out so well that I don't want to do anything that might scare him off. Admittedly we're far from short of money but it's just so satisfying to see the land begin to respond to his thinking."
*****
Kyle lay on his back, his eyes closed in bliss as Freddi rode him, slowly grinding her hips and dancing. "Honey", she began, "I'd like to do something different."
"Mmm?"
"I want you to sodomize me. Take the little vibrator wands, grease me up, and when I'm relaxed fuck my ass."
Kyle's eyes opened. "You want to be buttfucked? You think you'll like it?"
"I have no idea," she answered, "but how will I find out if we don't give it a try?" She clambered off. "Here, I'll put this condom on you so if I don't like it you can take it off and go back to my pussy."
Once the condom was on Freddi rolled over and arched her back and grinned. "Come on, honey, let's do this."
Shrugging slightly in acquiescence, Kyle put a gob of lube on the smaller smoothie, twisted it into life and pressed it gently against the girl's anus. It worked just as she expected, relaxing her sphincter muscles and slipping in easily.
"So how's that?" Kyle asked.
"Interesting. Stick it in further and swirl it around. That's supposed to make both sets of muscles relax even more. Then use the bigger one."
Doing as he was told, Kyle soon had his girl humming happily.
"That feels good, honey—strange but good. I think I'm ready, now. Let me have it!" and she pushed herself up onto all fours.
Kyle knelt behind her and spread her cheeks. To his surprise the sight of her glistening, slippery pucker was hot. He felt his cock stiffen back up in response to the sight and he held it at the tight opening and leaned into her. For a moment nothing seemed to be happening but all at once she gave into the pressure and he slipped inside.
"Ooo!"
"You okay?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm just a little stretched. Hold on while I get used to it. You feel so big back there."
"That's because you're so tight. Feels fantastic."
"Well, then," Freddi answered, "start fucking."
With a slow, steady push Kyle forced his way deep inside, making the girl gasp and then give a little moan. "Oh, baby, I know I'm going to like this. Yeah, just like that. I've heard of girls who get better orgasms from anal than from vaginal." She whimpered happily a few times. "Oh yeah! Fuck. Pound me, superman; send me to the moon!"
*****
A couple of weeks passed. The 'lair' proposal hadn't gone down well with the men, especially Kyle. He was absolutely adamant that getting 'abducted' and 'plundered' by the other women was not his idea of fun and he certainly had no desire or intention of doing it to any of them. Neither Angus nor Gabriel was able to work up enough enthusiasm for the idea to try and convert him and Konrad kept his face blank and said nothing—so nothing happened.
One August morning, very early because the day promised to be a scorcher, Kyle was turning the kitchen garden compost heap when Sylvia walked up. She sat down on a convenient stump and watched admiringly as the sweat dripped down the younger man's bare chest, making his underlying muscles shine. When he had finished, he cleaned the tines of the hay fork in a bucket of oiled sand and put the tool back in its rack.
"You look ready for a shower," Sylvia commented, "May I join you?"