#multi-may 2025

The biological drive behind it all cannot be understated, thousands of years of hard-wired feelings to want, to crave, to need a thick cock cumming inside your wet and willing cunt. Sure, a facial or a shot in the mouth still has some appeal, but nothing compares to getting it right where nature tells you it should go.  

They have a deep desire that matches yours to receive perfectly, they want to give, they want to provide and fill you up over and over, with the idea that it will, hopefully, eventually take root and then the evidence will be undeniable by you becoming pregnant. At least that is what the dirty talk and idea behind the kink implies, actually getting you knocked up isn’t the ultimate goal, the real reason is simply a shared love of it and finding it hot as fuck, using it as a vehicle to wring as much pleasure as possible from the act.

At least that is what you thought. 

They have a different view of it, what you said was in part true, sure it felt good and made the sex better, but the pair had decided a long time ago that they wanted you forever, didn’t want you going anywhere. What better way to tie themselves to you permanently than to get you pregnant? They are positive, if it takes, that you’ll keep it and by extension, them. So they do some work on their end to ensure it, you don’t exactly hide your birth control, tampering with it is laughably easy, then the fun part, fucking you over and over while what is in your system runs its course until the inevitable happens, they aren’t in a rush. 

Naturally some further precautions are taken, and you go along with your hips being propped up to help the large amounts of cum pool against your cervix, with them fingering the mess back into your loosened hole. The times you can’t rest are when the plug comes out, a thick and wide thing to keep the cum in and prevent it from spilling into your underwear, it can’t keep it all locked in but holds the majority, when the toy comes out the rush of slickness that follows is immense. 

Again for you, the thought of questioning any of this never occurs because you are confident you are safe, you think it is just to elevate the kink and scenes, all the while you are blissfully ignorant to them fucking with your pills, unaware that with their intervention it is taking your normal 99% protection with perfect use down several notches every single day. 

Most people don’t know what days will change their lives forever, going through it normally, only upon reflection can they point and say, “There, that’s when it happened.” This is one of those days you will think back on and see the whole picture. 

Tonight is for the three of you, this week has been busy, trying to get your schedules to line up has been tricky, but it’s your collective Friday, a few days off, so this is extremely needed. 

You are pinned down on the couch by Stu is sitting over your head, his hands on your shoulders, your own hands circling his wrists, grip tight, nails biting into skin, as he watches with rapt interest.

Billy has his hands tucked right behind your knees, forcing them to your chest, folding you effectively in half while he fucks into you deeply, his hips slamming into the backs of your thighs, before pulling out nearly completely before diving in again. You cannot help the sounds that slip out, pathetic moans and gasps are torn from your mouth with every loud smack ringing out with your body and his meeting. 

You can tell that Billy is getting close, the sweat on his brow as his grip under your knees tightens, the rhythm he had set earlier getting uneven, the pace getting faster while curses stain his tongue. Stu notices, he is talking him through it, “Fuck, come on, do it man, pour it in her, nice and deep.”

“God yes, gonna-” He doesn’t get the full words out before his sentence breaks off with a groan, and he does just that, his hips flush with your body, buried completely inside as he unloads. You feel the pulses, accompanied by that delicious warmth spreading, your breathing as laboured as you lay there, waiting for Billy to collect himself enough to pull out and for Stu’s inevitable turn. Billy leans down, more of his weight pressed to you, a soft kiss to your lips that you return momentarily before he pulls back, his hands release you and your knees go slack, no longer held tight to your chest. You watch as he wipes his forehead with the back of his hand and Stu asks, “Good one?” 

He hums in the affirmative, and holds his hand out, a gesture as he points, “Pillow.” 

Stu lifts his hands from your shoulders, and you stop gripping his wrists, he turns and picks up the pillow and passes it over. You are adjusted, and you know what they want, your arm hooks under your own knees, the pillow is slid underneath so it keeps your hips in their current upward position, as opposed to Billy doing it, allowing him to move freely. He gets up and asks casually, “Water?” 

“Yeah, thanks.” Stu comes over to sit in the space where Billy had just left, you call, “Yes please.” 

Stu licks his fingers before his hand falls between your thighs, he says simply, “Keep holding those legs up.” 

You nod once and inhale sharply when his fingers get to work, slipping over your clit, your head falls back against the couch cushion. If one cums in you, the other usually gets you off before fucking you to add to the mess, the idea is that it increases the chances of getting pregnant, you don’t know how true that is, but you aren’t going to complain about enthusiasm for your enjoyment. 

You are already very warmed up, so Stu’s touch isn’t gentle nor rough, just firm, consistent pressure, exactly where you need it, tight circles drawn that draws a nearly dreamy moan from you. Billy comes back promptly, water bottle in hand, he holds it out and Stu takes it, he drinks deeply, his hand between your legs not stopping. 

Billy’s eyes are on your form, how you twitch and tense, sigh in pleasure, he poses a question, “How’s she doing?” 

Pulling the bottle away and handing it back, Stu responds, “Good, she’s kept all the mess inside, so far anyway.” 

You cut in as you breathlessly say, “You could always ask me yourself, I’m right here.” 

“I could, true.” He kneels on the floor next to you, his gaze locked on your face as he asks, “So how are you doing?” 

You open your mouth to respond and Stu, in that way only he can, presses down harder and speeds his fingers up, causing the words to die on your tongue, replaced with a choked moan instead. Billy smirks and raises his eyebrows, responding as if you actually spoke a coherent sentence, “Really? You don’t say.” 

Stu is snickering, and you try to bite out, but with how out of breath you sound, on top of it being cracked around the edges with your moans, it falls flat, “Fuh-fuck yo-you.” 

“Hurry up and cum so I can.” Stu teases, and you can feel it building already, you’d gotten halfway there when Billy was fucking you, getting back to the edge is not a challenge. “Gimmie ahh, minute-” You moan and Billy reminds, “Tall ask. You know how impatient Stu can be.” 

You are in fact well acquainted with how impatient Stu can be, you doubt you could ever forget it, even still, you don’t leave him waiting long. It is one of those orgasms that creeps up on you, the build starts slow and seemingly gets faster, like a train picking up speed, until the moment turn from, “I think I’m getting close.” to, “I’m on the edge!” and finally, thrown suddenly clear off and into, “I’m cumming-”

He works you through the bliss until it bleeds into painful overstimulation, leading to you batting at his hand, begging, “St-stop it.” 

“Alright, alright.” He lifts his hands away, and you exhale at the relief you feel. You are offered the water, you lift yourself only slightly and drink your fill, soon as you have swallowed the last mouthful Stu is getting ready to fuck you. There is no position change, the name of the game is keeping all the cum inside, and thus far you haven’t spilled a drop, if never stays that way. 

It isn’t like Stu always has to go second, but he seems to prefer it, the extra messy nature of sloppy seconds appeals to him, seems to make him fuck you harder. He has his hands pressed to the backs of your thighs, his thumbs spread your slick lips open and he presses the hot and flushed tip of his dick to your hole. 

“Been dreamin’ of this-” He presses his hips and begins to slide inside, a weak groan breaks off when his head is enveloped by you, “-haven’t cum all week, been saving it for you.” 

God, you know that isn’t a small feat, even during a busy week Stu always finds time to take care of himself, holding back so he can really fill you, it serves the exact purpose he wants, it makes a fresh wash of arousal soak your brain. He doesn’t stop his forward momentum until he is totally inside, once he is, a shared moan spills forth. 

He lingers for a moment, Billy still on his knees has his eyes on the point you are both locked together, he doesn’t look away when Stu starts to move. He fucks in and out at an easy pace, halfway out and then back in, grinding down on that perfect spot on every thrust in, making your cunt ripple in response. Billy can’t stay out of it, the same way Stu never can, he leans down and kisses you, a filthy moan into his mouth from how it immediately lights up your nervous system. Getting kissed while getting fucked is one of the best feelings possible, you cannot get enough of it. 

It is never stays easy, it turns rough quickly, and you take it gratefully, the kiss breaks, head falling back to the couch again as the pace is increased. You are thankful the walls of your place are thick because you are not quiet, moaning, crying out, panting and the sound of skin on skin, and soon, Billy talking. 

Speaking up, he says to Stu, “I think this’ll be the one man.” 

A deep groan in response, “You think?” 

“Oh yeah, no doubt, it has to be. She’s going to get pregnant this time for sure.” Fingers push some of your sweaty hair back off your forehead, and he prompts you, “You want it, right?”

With a shaky nod, your tongue flicks over your dry lips, uttering over the sound of sex, “Yeah, yeah, I do-”

“Say it then.” He urges, and you do, with a small shiver you indulge in your shared kink, playing into it, “I want it, I want it so much.” 

“Not to me, to him, beg him for it.” Billy directs, and you look up at Stu, you can see how much he is becoming effected too, keep in mind he hasn’t cum in over a week, he won’t be lasting much longer, “Fu-fuck, Stu, please, cum in me. I-I want it bad, M’ dyin’ without it.” 

It is more than working for both of you, feeling that familiar curling pleasure deep, the throbbing of your straining clit, the tenseness of your body over all as he slams in harder, “C’mon please, please, get me pregnant-”

It is as if those last three words moaned longingly yanks Stu to the edge, sudden and unexpected as he breathes out, “Shit-” His hips stutter to a harsh stop as he starts to cum and that is when you start to really overflow, with how rough he is, how wet you are and the both of their more than ample loads it is bound to happen. As soon as he is collected enough he pulls out and still panting he starts to finger the mess back into you, Billy reaches out to help, he can tell how close you were and how Stu came before you could again, his fingers rub your clit to help get you there. 

You always cum so quickly at this point, two thick fingers pushing the slippery cum back inside and pressing against that sweet spot every single time they enter you and the perfect friction and stimulation on the outside does you in rapidly. Body shuddering and sweat slick as you are gripped by the peak of your orgasm, it is drawn out until you are thoroughly spent and exhausted. Soon the hands lift one last time, leaving your swollen and stuffed cunt alone, and you are glad for the hard-earned break. Your arm released from behind your knees, you are so comfortable you could fall asleep right here, and you just might. You can hear the boys talking about what a good time that was and about you getting knocked up and you, all happy and sleepy are, of course, agreeing with a light laugh, “Yeah, I sure hope it happens this time.” 

Again, it’s fun! This is all in the name of insane orgasms and engaging in kink, you play along happily. 

His beloved, willingly "captive" wifey was nibbling and squeezing the lovely pert ass cheeks of the crazy hot thing they'd met in the bar just a few hours ago.

Not really how he'd expected this night to go, after finally letting Bonnie talk him to taking her out of Ambrose for the night.

What he had expected was just grabbing something to eat, showing her a few nighttime sights she hadn't seen before, hitting the bar for a bit, then going back home to their secluded little community. Short, sweet, supervised, and giving her no opportunity to run (not that she would, as she'd grown to see him and his family and Ambrose as her true home).

He hadn't expected a wild-looking (and sexy) blonde chick to make bedroom eyes at his girl from across the dim, crowded room. And he definitely hadn't expected her to strike up a conversation with them both. Nor did he expect her to shamelessly hit on Bonnie right in front of him, causing her to blush and trip over her words. And he hadn't expected that this would lead to them all leaving the bar together, watching his girl make out hot-and-heavy with this chick, and then taking it to the bed of his truck, for what little room and privacy it offered.

No, he hadn't expected any of this at all (except for Bonnie's flustered mutual attraction. That was no surprise to him at all), but how could he complain?

Especially once Bonnie peeled the chick's thong down her thighs and began eating her out, like a woman starved.

He rubbed at himself through his jeans, and let out a breath. Fuck, he'd almost forgotten how sexy she looked getting it on with another woman. But seeing them making out just minutes ago, and seeing them now, in the bed of his truck, had quickly kickstarted his memory; reminded him why he did this every once in a blue moon. For Bonnie, sure, but also for himself. Though usually by way of capturing a new toy, not by picking one up mutually in a bar.

The woman—Baby, was it? Baby Firebug or something? He couldn't remember her name and didn't hardly care to in this moment—turned to look at him over her shoulder, wild, blonde, deep waves curtaining her face yet not hiding the gratified expression on it.

"Your girl's pretty good at this," she breathed, flashing him a wicked smile.

Bonnie pulled her face back for a moment to utter a quick "Thanks!", then went right back to licking and sucking at Baby's dripping cunt, earning her a groan.

Bo laughed. "Taught her everything she knows."

He admired the view for another minute or so, them climbed into the truck bed to join them. He tugged Bonnie's shorts and panties down, then undid his belt and fly, pulled his jeans down and rubbed the tip of his hard cock against Bonnie's damp and swollen lips. He enjoyed teasing her for a bit, relishing in her eager whines, then slid himself inside her, burying himself to the hilt. After a few thrusts, he set a rough pace, one that had his hips smacking against Bonnie's beautiful ass while she moaned into Baby's cunt before pulling away for some air; she moaned even louder when he grabbed her pretty brown-blonde hair and pushed her back to do her job, earning a loud moan and gasp from Baby this time.

Watching was fun, but participating was even better. Nothing made him throb like fucking his sexy little thing of a wife while she fucked another chick.

He really needed to do this more often, and do it this way. Picking up hot chicks in bars with his wife was easier and better than the usual way, and yielded much more satisfying results.

The sweet and familiar sound of the soft jingling bells rings out from your computer speakers, signalling another tip has been given, the wand vibrator that is currently secured to you by the cotton candy pink rope rig ratchets up another setting in response. The increase of stimulation makes you moan louder, a buck of your hips, the heavy sex toy bobs from the movement, the pleasure is mounting, your orgasm isn’t far off, you know it, and certainly the large viewer pool watching your stream knows it too. 

You still play it up anyway, managing to get out between pants as you throw your head back, “Fuh-fuck, I’m so close-”

Next comes your favourite sound, one even better than the earlier one, the sound of multiple tips all being submitted at once, so that musical jingle becomes a mixed jumble, stumbling over it’self, overlapping as it tries to register them all. You had more than made tonight’s goal and were ready for the night to wrap up and finish strong with this one last orgasm, speaking of, you are right there, your body shivers as all the spooled tension releases, and you cry out, “Oh God, I’m cumming-”  

The pleasure washes over your sweat slick frame, back arching as your clit throbs against the unrelenting head of the toy, a roll of your hips again, as you ride the wave. The webcam running is picking up every single detail of your body, the jiggle of your tits, the shiny mess on your thighs, and your gorgeous parted lips gasping for breath. When your climax has run its course you let the toy continue to buzz, drawing out some delicious reactions of yourself in the throes of overstimulation, your fans always seem to love that kind of thing. You moan weakly, brows furrowed and form twitching, saying, “Shiiiit, to-too much, ah, stop-” 

Another tip comes in, a strong pulse pattern clicking on, and you whine, “Guy’s please, please! We’ve been go-going for sooo looong-” 

You lean forward, hand between your legs, you turn off the wand, body sagging in relief as the humming motor is cut off. You breathe a sigh and snatch up a pen and your sticky notes, you write down whoever the last tipper was and said, “Sorry, I’m making a note, and you’ll get a free action next stream, mkay?” 

The person in question responds in the chat with extreme enthusiasm and thanks, they assure that is fine by them, thank God. You disconnect the wand from the tip options for the night and remove it from the rig with ease, setting it down on the bed beside you.

You lean back, sitting up on your knees again, stretching your arms above your head, showing off your body wrapped in the gorgeous rope set up you careful wound around yourself earlier. “Now, before we end, I have some exciting news for everyone.” 

You watch the chat light up in response, and you begin to inform, “Summer vacation is starting next week, and I have some BIG plans for my time off, but don’t you worry, I won’t leave you hanging.” 

A big smile as you say next, “Me and everyone’s favourite boys are going on a road trip for a few weeks, all the stops are planned around collabing with some other big names on this site, so get ready for a real slutty summer.” 

You drop the graphic you put the finishing touches on earlier into the chat, the cute summer-y themed calendar that lays out the dates and times for the streams and who you would be doing them with, spanning over nearly the first month of your break from college. To say the chat explodes is an understatement, all sorts of exclamations, and the remainder of the stream is devoted to answering a few questions; yes there will still be a few solo streams, yes you were excited, yes you had met with a few of these people before but haven’t filmed with them, this would be the first time for all of them to see. 

The night closes out with a final wave of farewell tips, as you signed off with a smile and a wink, proclaiming you will see everyone soon, you felt amazing. You end the stream, close the window and then fall back onto the bedspread, arms out at your sides, tired but happy, you’d get up and clean yourself up in a minute. 

You were two years deep into your camming career by this point, that first stream of Billy and Stu’s you guested in on feels so long ago, you still joined the duo’s cam shows very regularly but had branched out to do your own too, the demand was there, why not capitalize on it? Did you intend on doing it forever? Not really, you were being very smart with your money, but for the time being it was hot, fun, and more than paid for everything in your life. Speaking of Billy and Stu, the pair of them had their own cam show that night and also announced the vacation plans. 

Your social media accounts were a buzz in the lead-up to your trip, in all the time you’ve been doing this is the most engagement you’ve gotten by far, the hype was apparently real, many of the comments not just for you, but towards the people you were going to be meeting with. 

The semester has ended, vacation has begun, you and the boys were packing the car, ready to get on the road. You post a picture to the Instagram tied with your camming account, in it, you are in sunglasses and a sun dress, able to see Billy and Stu shunting bags into the trunk behind you over your shoulder, the caption being, “Hitting the road!” with a tag to who was first on the list. 

You finish posting it as Billy closes the trunk and Stu makes his way over, an arm thrown around your shoulders in such a way it makes your sunglasses slip down your nose, he asks, “You ready for about a month straight of getting every hole you have filled?” 

Only then do you realize he is filming a short video to post with his phone in front of you both, you look over the frames, leaning more into Stu’s touch as you declare excitedly, “God yeah, I am dying for it!”

It is then that Billy steps into frame as he says, “If we don’t get on the road sometime today, then your holes will remain woefully empty, so come on.” 

Stu and you break down laughing, rushing out a, “See you soon!” Right before he stops recording, and then you are all piling into the car. 

The road trip was very fun, many pictures taken, in and on the car in varying states of dress, or in semi-public risky places, always a favourite. As well as teaser videos posted, content filmed in hotels, but between that? Tons of good food, music, conversation and everything else one would want in a road trip centric vacation, and it is just what you needed. 

You three are enjoying yourselves immensely, glad for all the time spent without having to worry about classes or usual every day bullshit that simply falls away when on vacation, even if it is for work. Thanks to the meticulous planning on your part, you all remained on schedule and in a few days from your initial departure, you arrived to Ambrose right when you were all meant to. The three of you were much too busy talking to pay much attention to your surroundings, and soon you are in front of the house that was described. 

When you get out, the man himself came out to greet you, with that crooked smile and open arms, Bo Sinclair, he was even more attractive up close than he was over the internet if that was possible. You were a pretty big fan, you were intimately familiar with his catalogue and could see why he garnered so much attention, from his accent to his body and the kinks he chooses to indulge in, he was unbelievably likeable.

He speaks first, “You made it! An right on time too.”

“We did! Man, I know you said the house was big-” You trail off looking up at it, “-but wow.” 

“Yeah, more than enough space for y’all.” Bo assured. Casual small talk was made as the car was unpacked and everything brought in, the place was clean, you complimented him on this and got the response, “Was no small feat gettin’ it like this in time.” 

“I bet a place like this takes a lot of up keep.” Billy said, and that got a laugh as he said, “You have no idea.” 

Little did you know, the past few travellers who had been put to serious work to get the house in shape for your visit before they were offed. You think little of his comment or the wink he gave, you just laugh it off and the car in unpacked, you are shown the rooms you are going to stay in, and the first night is fun. 

You have dinner, enjoy drinks out on the front porch, another picture is posted that night of you all enjoying the warm evening air, toasting the camera, the caption proclaiming, “T-minus 24 hours, get ready!”

And true to your word, exactly twenty-four hours after that the steam starts up, and the preamble isn’t much to speak of, you’d say it is about ten minutes of a check-in and talk about the road trip down and general banter about how well you, Billy and Stu get along with Bo. 

So, important note to make, your boys can be very fucking mean, when you stream with them, it is a major focus, people love seeing them team up to wreck you, the comments claim that the sounds you make are very pretty and as Billy says your tears are even prettier. 

A further important note, when Bo has someone on stream with him, he is also, very fucking mean. The first stream you ever watched of his, he had some girl, a total unknown, doing a CNC scene with him, he was exceedingly cruel to her, and it was very hot. He used duct tape to secure her in the position he wanted, he hurt her in a way that looked very real and fucked her brutally as she sobbed. You revisited that stream and watched many other similar ones too, Bo was a professional who took his job very seriously, he was so committed to whatever role play he presents that you get sucked in without fail, completely immersed, you could almost swear it was really real. 

All of this meaning, getting the three of them together, you had been mentally preparing yourself to get essentially tortured for cash, you don’t know what they have in store, just it will be mean and unrelenting, and once you start? No stopping. You went to bed before all of them last night and Billy and Stu didn’t come up until you had passed out, you assume they took that time with Bo to plan out fully whatever they were going to subject you to. 

Back to the present, you are sat in the middle, dressed in a lingerie set comprised of lace and mesh in your signature shade of pink, and confidently saying, “I can handle whatever you are all going to dish out.” 

You regret those words in just over an hour. 

With three of them, it is a lot easier to draw out the experience to the nth degree, taking every paid prompt possible and fulfilling it with ease and with their lead, you are being teased and edged into oblivion. It starts with lips on your neck and nipples being tugged and twisted while another has a hand between your thighs, and it makes you squirm and laugh with a smile, light and playful. 

Leading to this, a wide plug in your ass and the pretty pink fabric is sweat soaked and plastered to your skin, with Stu between your legs. He has his lips wrapped around your straining clit, sucking harshly, two fingers stuffed into your drooling hole, curling them over and over, until you get close, then? He just pauses. Stu doesn’t take his fingers out, he doesn’t remove his lips, he just stops until the edge backs off, and then he gets right back to it. The begging is near constant from you, as if you were on autopilot.

Billy is reading out suggestions from the chat and throwing in his own very degrading commentary, but where is Bo? He stepped away for a moment, you have no clue where, your brain is sluggish, trying to parse through everything through the haze of pleasure and failing. 

“Hey sweetheart, how you holdin’ up?” Your head turns, looking up, and there is Bo, you are panting, in between edges, Stu is being the most still you have ever seen him, and your throat is dry as you force out, “Ba-bad-” 

“Oh? Why bad?” He asked as he sits down next to you on the mattress, you say, “Wanna, ahh, cu-cum, so muchhh, puh-lease, please-”

Bo hums, a hand falls to your knee, and he squeezes as he says, “Ah, but ol nasty there Stu won’t let you, right?” 

Asshole, as if it is up to Stu, like he is the one thing holding that back, like the three of them haven’t all been taking turns to edge you stupid and reminding you over and over that you aren’t getting off any time soon. You wouldn’t dare say any of that, so you play along, you nod shakily in agreement, and Bo hums in mock sympathy before he says, “Well maybe you jus’ need to be a lil more patient.” 

You whine openly, head tipping back, and Billy laughs, “Oh, come on, it’s only been an hour, you can take a lot more than this.” 

Stu hums as he starts up again, your thighs tense, and you want to cry, it is a miracle you haven’t yet, as Stu’s assault continues, a wrecked moan tears out of your throat, and it is like Billy can read your mind, he speaks up, “Hey Bo, wanna see if you can do something to make her cry? People are asking for it, and once she starts, it’s hard to stop.” 

“Give me a lil time, I think I got just the thing.” Bo assures and that is when he shows you, and the audience, what he stepped away earlier to get, and it is an item you know well. The three of you engaged in a lot of knife play, you’ve seen Bo do the same in streams, so naturally him pulling this out makes sense, you shiver from the sight of the large blade gripped in Bo’s hand. 

You are getting close, it doesn’t take long for your orgasm to creep up at this point with how long they have been working you over, you want to ask what Bo is going to do, but your mouth is refusing to cooperate. 

“I really like this-” Bo says as a finger hooks under one of the shoulder straps of your lingerie, he snaps the band and says, “-s’ real nice of you to show me your collection and let me pick what ya wore, this one’s my favourite.” 

You are trying to focus on his words more than Stu’s devastating mouth and fingers, but it is proving to be a massive challenge. Bo asks, “Know what I’ve always wanted to do with it?” 

“Wha-what?” You gasp out, teetering on the edge, and Bo brings the knife down, he uses the tip of the blade to gently trace along your nipple before; he twists his wrist, and he hooks it and then brings it up in one smooth motion, splitting the cup completely open as he says simply, “This.”

At that moment Stu stops again, leaving you dangling on the edge, and you cry out in protest at both actions, at being denied again and Bo ruining your lingerie. You exclaim, “What the fuck, Bo!?” 

His hand that isn’t gripping the knife comes to your face, gripping tightly, “I can take whatever y’all dish out, ain’t that what you said earlier?” 

Strong fingers squish your cheeks and you half want to spit in his face, instead you nod as much as you are able, leading Bo to say, “Then stop fucking bitchin’.” 

Stu laughs around your clit, and you jerk from the feeling, Billy is chiming in that you should “Shut up and stop complaining.” 

And God, they are assholes, all of them. Bo lets go of your face. You are made to bite your tongue as Bo cuts the other cup to match, fingers dip in, and he rips both of them wider, the two slits he made frame your hard nipples beautifully, but he doesn’t stop there either. Cuts are made on the hips and the crotch of the outfit had been tugged to the side for all of them to work, and he cuts that free too. 

He has extreme control with that knife, so you know that every small cut is purposeful and happens because he wants them to, all those little cuts are toys with, blood is spread, smacks on your outer and inner thighs and on your tits, as the edging continues. Stu’s jaw has gotten tired, he has taken over chat duty, so Bo has brought out a toy, it isn’t even heavy duty, it is a small bullet vibe given to Billy to use. It is embarrassing how such a tiny toy is able to devastate you in your hyper sensitive state.

The edges are coming very quickly, you are practically babbling, trying to beg for relief, the fifth edge with the bullet vibe has the tears welling up, Bo has been watching your face intently, he speaks up, “Oh there you go, c’mon, everyone wants to see it, be a good girl an’ cry already.” 

Billy and Stu join in too, encouraging you to cry, Billy presses the vibe tighter onto your straining clit as he says, “Yeah c’mon little cry baby-” and Stu is chanting, “Cry, cry, cry, cry-”

You are right there and unable to hide it your moans and the shuddering of your overly tense body tattles on it, so Billy stops before you can cum again, lifting the buzzing toy from your writhing body. That next edge is so hard, so close and Bo talking to you in your ear in that deliciously low tone makes you shudder, and the dam breaks, tears spill down your cheeks, you sob. “There we go, tha’s what we’ve been waiting for!” 

Turns out they decided that no matter how hard you begged or how long it took, they wouldn’t let you cum until two things happened, one, you cried and two, you would cum only when all your holes were filled. So since the first goal was reached, now they are going to get to satisfy themselves and as soon as your holes are filled up you are free to cum as much as you want. 

You are rambling out thank yous on and on as the remaining clothing is stripped, and you are repositioned onto your hands and knees, Bo’s dick is being shoved into your mouth to shut you up. His head tips back with an amble moan, “Ever since I first saw you taking turns choking on these two-” a vague gesture to Billy and Stu who are gearing up to fuck your other two holes, “-I was dyin’ to get in here myself.” 

Stu slides home in your cunt with a pleasured sound of his own and Billy removes the plug, making you moan against Bo’s shaft, extra lube is applied, and soon you are taking him in your ass.

Now trying to work out a good pace is difficult, but manageable, you have never felt so full, being made to choke on dick while getting your lower two holes totally demolished in a phenomenal way. 

You are very familiar with the phrase be careful what you wish for, those words were nowhere in your brain today, because if they had been, you might have rethought how much you were begging earlier. 

The first orgasm you experience, is Godly, the pleasure is blinding, and it is all you can do to not collapse at the first wave crashing into you, it also arrives with some of that wonderful degrading praise delivered from Bo, “Oh there you go, yeah, enjoy it, you earned it sweetheart.” It is one of the best you have ever had, and none of them stop, work you through it amazingly until it is over, and then beyond. 

You were expecting some overstimulation, sure, but you were not expecting them to take every time you begged for an orgasm as a challenge to meet, the orgasms are forced from you, each one celebrated by at least one of them with some hot and nasty comment. When Billy is held deep into your ass as Stu pressing a toy to your clit as he pounds your g-spot gets you to squirt like a fountain, he sounds nearly gleeful as he calls with that classic grin of his, “What a fucking mess.”

Turns are taken, Billy finishes in your ass first the mess of his cum flows freely when he pulls out then Stu switches to your mouth making you taste yourself, letting Bo have his turn splitting your cunt apart. “God, you’d think she’d be worn out from how hard you’ve been going on her, but she’s still so tight.” 

High praise you muse somewhere in the back of your mind. 

Minutes later, Stu reaches his end next, he holds deep, hands on your head as he grits out, “Take it.”  He makes you swallow, he makes you desperate for breath to the point it has you sucking down air when he pulls out. He of course is laughing over it, the dick is lucky you love him so much. 

Throughout this ordeal, orgasms are continually ripped from your tired and sweaty body, tears flow freely, you cry on and off, unable to help it because it feels so fucking good, at one point, you are so totally overwhelmed that you gasp out, “Sto-stop, cah-can’t take it anymore-”

That earns a laugh from Bo, he has you on your back, knees to your shoulders, a full on mating press as he tells you, “Nah, you begged to cum, we ain’t stopping till you feel every fuckin’ one you asked for.” 

 You think it would be supremely unfair, honestly, getting involved with someone and being unable to meet all their needs, you could not be a committed girlfriend, so you made the resolute decision that you would not be. Can’t hurt anyone by being a shit partner if you never become one in the first place. So when you were on the lookout, you tried to find people you could be blunt with, outright saying, “Listen, I want to fuck on the regular, wherever I can fit it into my schedule, without a lot of the feelings attached, a friend with benefits. A person I can call at like eleven PM after a shift, come over, fuck, and have a good time with, that is it.”

A few people were not into that, but a select number you said that to responded to the effect of, “Oh my God yes fucking please, that sounds incredible.” 

Having a pool of partners in this arrangement? It is just smart, it’s like diversifying your portfolio in regard to your finances, not putting all your eggs in one basket is just good sense. What if you only have one fuck buddy, and you are desperately in need to relieve some stress, but your sole sex friend is busy? That would be truly tragic, masturbation doesn’t always work as an adequate substitute. The more options you have, the greater chance of having your schedules lining up and using all this to your complete advantage. 

Let’s have a look at those few people that fit so well with you. 

Stu was the first, you and he shared a class, you were lamenting your current sexless situation, how badly you just wanted to have a friend to fuck on the regular, and he said, “You know, I could be that friend.” 

You thought he was joking at first, because, well, it’s Stu, the guy is joking around constantly, but the idea is one you think you can get behind. He was a very attractive man, he manages to get you to agree in giving him a chance, so you said, “Fuck it, what do I have to lose?” 

Later that afternoon, Stu is looking up at you with those clever blue eyes, lifting his head from between your thighs, lips and chin wet, when you were trying to catch your breath, still shuddering from the orgasm he drew out from his tongue, you conceded, he was serious, and you were in. 

It was great with Stu, you were able to have study sessions that ended with mutual masturbation, or call him up to bang it out and get a slice after, it was light and easy, most importantly though, it was extremely satisfying. You knew damn well that you weren’t the only person who Stu was seeing, he had spilled the beans about his roommate Billy early on, and when gestured between yourself and him as you asked, “And he’s fine with this?” 

Stu laughed, throwing a question of his own your way, “Why wouldn’t he be? S’ not like he’s beggin’ for deeper commitment, and neither am I.” 

Fair enough, it makes sense, if he is down for casual sex with you, that anyone else he is seeing feels the same. 

One day in class, weeks and weeks into seeing each other in this fashion, you and Stu make plans to watch some trashy movie and fuck after your shift from work is done. You go there right after work, and when you do arrive instead of Stu, you find Billy. He tells you something came up unexpectedly and Stu had to take off, he was tasked with passing along your fuck buddies message and his apologies, along with a promise to, “Totally make it up to you next time.” 

Just your luck, you thank him for telling you and are about to leave, go back to your place to eat the take-out you’d already picked up and jerk off until you pass out, when he cuts in. “I feel bad you came all this way, I have nothing going on, so we could hang out, if you want.” 

You did have more food than just you could eat, and you were already here, so you decide why not. 

Billy is good company, you watch some late night TV, you eat, and talk for a couple of hours. You joke that he really salvaged your night and made the trip worth it, the only thing that was missing was you getting off, and then he offered to help with that too. “You mean it?” 

He shrugs and says, “Stu left you hanging, and I already did everything else you two were planning on tonight, what’s an orgasm or two between new friends?” 

He was attractive, unattached, clearly able to handle casual sex based off his set-up with Stu, looking at him splayed on the couch so comfortable, brown eyes and hair, strong looking hands, and well, why not? So you go with it, and you don’t regret it either, he puts those hands to good use, two fingers curled inside just right with his mouth on your neck, and you find bliss in short order. You return the favour and get yours again too, even if the rug burns earned on your knees are kind of uncomfortable, you don’t regret it. You leave on unsteady feet, a smile on your face, and honestly pretty satisfied. It has you thinking that you could use more new friends like Billy.

Stu comes to class again with the same kind of lewd grin you see on his face when you are mid-hookup, he high-fives you and says, “You dirty dog! No one is safe around you, are they?” 

You laugh and defend yourself, hands up, “You bailed on me! What was I supposed to do? Not fuck your roommate when HE offered?”

“Oh right, how stupid of me, you? Going one single night without a cock in your holes? Impossible.” He bites back as he takes the seat beside you, still snickering. 

Of course, he was fine with it, he just liked giving you a hard time, you did the same thing, it was part of your dynamic. The experience brings you closer together and that is not the last time you end up fucking Billy, he becomes a regular fixture and at times, the three of you are around at the same time, and those nights are really special. Getting A-framed? Is there anything better on a Saturday night? You don’t think so. 

The updated dynamic bleeds in even when you are one on one, whoever is paired up has a tendency to dirty talk about the whoever is currently missing. Example, Stu having a hand on your head while you have him caught between your teeth, being a total asshole, talking up how much better Billy is at sucking dick, leading you to try and prove him wrong. You know what he was doing, but you let him and play along with it because it is hot. There are countless examples, from carefully expressed critique to ramp up the moment making for some friendly competition, to recalling hot memories to fuel everything, or praise for praise’s sake. 

You are a few months deep in this unofficial triad of fuck buddies, when winter break comes and goes, the shift happens when you come back, everyone is taking new classes, which introduces you to new people and that is when you set your sights on Ethan Landry. Who cares about the class you share when there is such eye candy around. 

It isn’t like you aren’t attracted to Stu and Billy, you are, deeply, but fuck, there is just something about him that you are drawn to. You want to reach out and dig your fingers in those dark brown curls and sit on his face, ride it for all he’s worth, you think those soft looking pink lips were made to cradle clit, and you cannot stop thinking about it. 

You decide the direct approach is best, you extend the offer to study together, which he gladly takes, and mid-way through you start to feel him out, asking, “Are you seeing anybody?” 

He seemed surprised by the question, but he answered honestly, “No, I uh, I’m not.” 

Good, no partner to contend with that might hinder what you are shooting for. You nod, and respond, “Shame, or not, depends on if you want to be, I suppose.” The expectant look has him clarifying, “Oh no, I’d like to.” 

“So why don’t you?” Leaning forward on your elbows, closing some of the space, between you both, he lets out a somewhat nervous laugh, “No one has showed any real interest.” 

You could not imagine a better in, so you say, “I’m interested.” 

At first, he didn’t know what to do with that, the guy clearly wasn’t used to anyone wanting him. You spelt out what you wanted in that unashamed way you had before, telling him you had a few other people you were seeing casually but if he was into it, you’d like to see him in the same, decidedly easy and sexual context. After taking a moment to digest, he asked, “Can I think on it?” 

“Of course.” You respond with a smile and a casual shrug and turn back to your book. The conversation stalls for a while, but you don’t feel awkward, you start it up again by talking about the assignment at hand, and slowly it returns to normal, you can still see the gears turning in his head though. When you are done and packing up, ready to go, he speaks up and says, “I want to try it.” 

A wide grin breaks out, and you flip open your notebook, you scribble down your number and pass it over, “Sure, give me a call-”

“Actually, are you busy right now?” He had cut you off and is fidgeting kind of nervously, still sitting in his chair, seemingly refusing to stand, you wonder if it is because he is hard, and you laugh, “For you? No, I’m not. Come on.” 

That first night was fun, Ethan is very fun, enthusiastic, excitable, and eager to please. He has a lot of questions about your set-up and the other people you are involved with, and you tell him anything he wants to hear, you fill him in on Billy and Stu, further, how they are both with each other too, he seems curious on that. 

Ethan branching off to Stu and Billy happens kind of clumsily, but it does happen, you know he is interested, but you have to almost drag it out of him, once it starts happening though you can’t stop it, not like you would ever want to. Then every configuration possible is on the table and you revel in it. You love being able to talk about Ethan with Stu, jokes and lewd stories told over lunches, or Billy and yourself post sex reminiscing about how he sounds. Life is very fucking good like this, a carousel going round and round, all passing each other back and forth. 

Much later, it is getting near mid-term season and everyone in your fuck buddy circle, yourself included, is unbelievably stressed out, so you decide to put a thought in the group chat, “How does everyone feel about free use rules during exam seasons?” 

Stu chimes in first, he reacts to your message with several lewd emojis and an enthusiastic, “oh my god YES!”

Billy follows up, leading you to think the pair of them together, he is also agreeing with a simple, “amazing idea” 

And last is Ethan, a half hour later, when you know he gets out of his class, all you get is a series of “!!!!!! PLEASE !!!!!!!” 

The parameters are laid out in the chat, while everyone is being crushed under the pressure of exam time, stress busting must be taken seriously, so what better way to do that than take it out on each other? You all have an open door policy when you hold “office hours”, the schedule mutually shared, when you are in need you can check it to see who is available. For whomever’s office hours it is, the idea is when someone shows up to your place in need of blowing off steam, it is on you to provide, and to take a probably much needed break yourself and fuck it out. 

It is a perfect storm of need honestly, Ethan is the one with his “office” open, you are coming back from a late class with a renewed bout of stress making your chest ache and a text from your boss telling you that you didn’t need to come in that night for work. You knew you should study tonight, and you intended to, right after you stopped off at Ethan’s and rode an orgasm or two out on his face while maybe jerking him off, but when you arrived at his place, you were not the only one who had this idea. 

You find the door unlocked, and come right in, bag dropped by the door, and you start to take off your coat when you hear it, a needy and pitched moan, undeniably Ethan. You hang your coat up and that is when you notice the pairs of familiar shoes, you grin, oh my God, yes, now this is what you need. 

Suppressing the urge to run, you make yourself walk towards Ethan’s room slowly, listening to the volume increase for the moans, the heavy breathing and skin on skin, building anticipation. Once you come to the door, your hand lands on the knob, you turn and push it open to find a simply gorgeous view, namely, Ethan Landry on his bed, making out with Billy while he jerks him off, all the while Stu is fingering him open. He looks so good when he is wrecked like this, cream skin on display and flushed in places, unable to help himself as he writhes, caught between Billy and Stu wrecking him. 

“Room for one more?” You ask, Stu pulls back and with a warm greeting, “Hey! We were wondering what you were up to tonight.” 

“Just got out of class and my shift got cancelled, I need to unwind.” You confess, and Billy has stopped kissing Ethan to say, “I think we can all help with that.” 

You strip down quickly and the bed is pretty full, the view is so good, you think that you simply want to watch to start, so you make a move to the nightstand and open the drawer. Keeping a toy or two here at Ethan’s is one of the smartest things you think you’ve ever done, your hand closes on the small wand, slamming the drawer and make a move for the “laundry” chair in the corner, uncaring you knock all the clean clothes onto the floor and sit yourself down comfortably. You bring your feet up and spread your legs, the wand is clicked on, it thrums to life, and you press it to your clit, a pleasured sigh slips out, and you settle in for what is essentially the live porn show unfolding before you. 

Ethan looks like he is having a great time, backing himself up onto Stu’s fingers, moaning around Billy’s tongue in his mouth and trying to keep a half decent rhythm as he gives a hand job, Ethan’s own dick is abandoned, painfully hard and leaking. You begin to draw the wand up and down on yourself, feeling the waves of pleasure sink into your bones, reclined and relaxed. You watch as Stu finishes prepping Ethan, lubes up, props him on hands and knees, spreads him open and slides home. Ethan’s whole body tenses up, head thrown back with a pornographic moan, the pace starts easy, but it doesn’t remain that way, before you know it Stu is really slamming into him, hands on his hips, and you are cranking up the wand in response. 

Ethan is moaning and body relatively slack and useless from Stu’s assault, that doesn’t stop Billy from forcing himself into his mouth and fucking it, hands buried in those dark brown curls. The two men penetrating the third have a rhythm that is completely in sync, when one pulls out the other is pushing in, it makes Ethan moan helplessly and shudder, you wonder if he is going to cum hands free, you kind of want to see him paint the sheets under him with his dick totally untouched. 

The whole scenario, the sounds and sights, are so rich and wonderful, it makes you mourn your relationship with old-fashioned porn, you know it will never ever be able to measure up the same way. 

You actually end up cumming first, there is something about the way Stu has his fingers digging into Ethan’s hips, panting out, “-so fuckin’ tight-”, slick with sweat and flush down to his chest that does you in. You don’t cum quietly, it feels fucking phenomenal and so needed, you shiver, toes curling against the seat cushion as you sob out a moan. It has Stu letting out a laugh, a harsh hit on Ethan’s outer thigh, “Hear that? You’re putting on a good show.” 

Billy pulls out of Ethan’s slack and drooling mouth, he tugs on his hair and asks, “You like being watched?” 

A dumb nod, eyes vacant, his hands fisted in the sheets and chin wet with drool and pre-cum as he agrees, “Mhmm, lo-love it.” 

You are taking a small break as to not overstimulate yourself, holding the now off wand as you continue to watch. Billy keeps him talking, questions posed that has Ethan responding, “M’ having sooo much fun-” and agreeing that yes, he is a cockslut who loves getting fucked, does Stu in.

A curse as his hips stutter, and then he cums inside, holding deep as he unloads, making a loud moan tear from Ethan as he takes it. Stu doesn’t rush to pull out, and you get an idea, you beckon over Billy who leaves Ethan there with a firm, “Stay.” 

He flops down onto the bed with a shaky nod, and once Billy is over you gesture for him to come down and tell him your plan, he agrees with a wide smile easily, he says in a flirty and affectionate tone, “Freak.”

“Says you, I saw how rough you were fucking his throat and yanking on his hair.” You tease him in kind. Billy rolls his eyes fondly and says, “Okay, go on then.”

You get up, the wand in hand and get onto the bed, between Ethan’s legs, “Hey bud, how you doing?” 

A glance down, he looks more coherent, as he says quietly, “M’ good.” 

“Yeah, you look good.” Your fingers come forward and trace his achingly hard shaft, he shifts, his hips arching up with a weak moan, you laugh and say, “I know, those mean boys didn’t even touch you here yet, did they?” 

He shakes his head, and you tut, “Well, I can help with that.” 

You love to do this. Play good cop, but really you are so much worse. You swing one leg over and straddle him, with a hand around the base of his shaft you line him up, then you sink down taking him all the way in your slick cunt. Ethan has his hands on your thighs and moans even louder as you take every inch he has to give. 

Your hand comes down between your legs, holding the wand you start it up again, let it vibrate, and begin to rub your clit while you let Ethan sit inside, and the real teasing begins. You don’t fuck yourself, you don’t move, you simply sit with him deep as possible, and use the toy on the outside to get yourself off. The poor guy is so worked up and has been teased so well that he is having a real problem, every flex and twitch of your inner walls surrounding his shaft on all sides is torture, he is whining and begging in very short order. 

“Puh-please, you ah, you said you’d be nice-” He gasps out, and you release a half laugh and a half moan, “Nooo, I just talked about how they were mean, I never said I’d be nice.” 

A technicality, but it is true.

A few small bounces here and there, taking him out halfway before slamming back down, but with long breaks in between, the wand running the whole time, you get yourself close and then start to ride him for real, full rocks of your hips, up and down. You make sure Ethan knows how close you are getting, that you are, “Almost there, fuck, you close too?”

“No oh, no God, please, jus’ a bit longer-” He begs and too bad for him, you reach your peak and cum while gasping less than a minute later before you promptly stop. 

Ethan looks like he might cry from how brutally you just edged him, and the timing has really worked out, Billy had already communicated to Stu the plan and helped him out. While you’ve been playing with and riding Ethan, Stu has been on his knees blowing Billy, so now when he comes over he has a present for the man below you. 

Fingers twist in that soft bouncy hair, he yanks his head back, and you command, “Open your mouth.” 

Ethan does so without complaint because you start to ride him again, slow purposeful rolls of your hips, he moans, pretty pink lips parted, and that is when Stu leans down. The full load of cum is spit into the open waiting mouth, and it does just what you hope, it launches poor Ethan to the edge. Ethan’s nails bite into the flesh of your hips as he fucks up to meet you in the middle, and he cums into your waiting, drenched and grasping hole, spill all he has, tasting Billy’s cum thick on his tongue as Stu kisses the mess into his mouth, passing it on. 

When Stu stops kissing him, and you put your next move into action, a hand between your legs as you make your way up, you still are doing what you initially wanted earlier before all this, you release your hand and while Ethan is still panting and not over his orgasm, you sit on his face. You’ve placed yourself just so, right over his mouth, his hands on your hips as he gets right to it as make him eat his own cum out of your cunt, you are content to ride his face as you breathlessly ask, “You guys eaten yet?” 

That was a long time ago, now as a photography major you have a series of professional cameras that have been gifted from family or paid by the long hours you had put in at summer jobs, you loved all of them and babied them heavily. Your schedule has a multitude of classes, but all of them are built around the classes for your particular major, your main photography class is led by one Jed Olson, a very talented professor, ex news reporter, talented, clearly passionate, if a bit unassuming and plain.

There is something about him that is hard to put your finger on, but when observing him, talking to him, you swear to God that you think there is more to him, which you figure is just due to him being a teacher. What educational professional isn’t different outside work as opposed to when they are behind a lectern?

Mickey Altieri, though, his teaching assistant, you think he plays everything a lot straighter, you get the impression he isn’t that different in or out of the classroom, he is also a guy that you would describe as, unfair. Not in how he helps out in class, no far from, but that is the base word you build on when thinking of him, example: He is unfairly funny, unfairly attractive, unfairly unattainable, the flirty and charming kind of guy that has you sighing wistfully, musing over how unfair it is that he is that beautiful and out of reach. 

All these things together add up to this class being your favourite, great assignments, interesting lectures from someone who knows and cares what he is talking about, focused on one of your biggest interests and with a side of eye candy, it really has it all. 

No matter how much you like a class, when it is the last one on a Friday, standing between you and your weekend, you can’t help willing it to hurry up so you can get out and cut loose. When the end of the day is called it is to some excited chatter from those around you, reminders that the assignment given at the top of the week is going to be due on Monday as people begin to file out, you are packing up the last of your things. 

Before you can get your bag closed and get up, Mickey has made his way to you, his fingertips touching the top of your desk as he asks, “Hey, Jed wants to talk to you quick before you take off, if you have a minute?” 

The answer is already on your lips as you nod, “Of course.” 

“Great.” He smiles in that fucking unfair way again as his hand pulls back, you get up and go to follow him down the stairs and up to the desk at the front. 

Once before him, Jed stops putting his own items away, addressing you promptly, “Hi, so, I have a personal project I am working on, a little tricky and in need of extra hands and Mickey had the wonderful idea of offering up the opportunity to assist to a student, for some extra credit-” 

Intriguing. He continues on, “-we thought of you first, not like you need the boost to your grades, but, based off all the work you’ve turned in this semester, we think you might be the best suited for it.” 

“So Mickey is already helping?” You asked, and he said, “That’s right! I really need two assistants for this.” 

Private time outside typical office hours, potentially off campus, and you’d get extra credit? It sounds nearly too good to be true, and most things that seem to be, usually are.

“What’s the catch exactly?” You inquire and Mickey snaps his fingers, addressing Jed, “Told you she’d see through it.” 

Your professor hung his head briefly before raising it again, hands up in apology, “You called it Mick.” Jed sighed before pressing on, “Alright, so, I know this is short notice, but I need your assistance tomorrow night.” 

Mickey jumps in, helping out, “Dinner will be taken care of too.” 

Was that all? I mean sacrificing a Saturday night isn’t ideal but fuck it, you have a lifetime of other Saturday nights, what’s giving one up for a chance to get closer to Mickey, endear yourself to your professor and improve your grade at the same time? You can turn this to your advantage though, play it up, so you do. 

“Oh I dunno I already had plans-” You start and Jed says, “It won’t take that long, you’d really be helping me out, I wouldn’t forget it.” 

You hum like you are still mulling it over, when Mickey says, “Please?” You don’t push your luck further and say, “Alright, yeah, I’ll help.”

Jed seems genuinely excited and grateful as he tells you, “Thank you so much, I knew I could count on you.” He flips open a notebook and scribbles down some information, he rips the page and then holds it out, you take it, and he says, “That has all the info you’ll need.” 

Mickey is smiling at you again as he says, “See you tomorrow, and thanks again.” 

You leave with a feeling that tomorrow will be pretty good. When you get back to your place, you have dinner, stopped for some takeout on the way home, you then remember the sheet Jed passed that you slipped in your pocket. You sit on the couch, takeout splayed on the coffee table, as you unfold the paper and take in the information, it outlines where to go, what time, and a note that is underlined, tell you to “Wear something comfortable that you can move in.”

You wonder what the help he needs is, maybe you should have inquired further, but you shrug it off, by this time tomorrow you’ll be in the know. Dinner is good, and Friday night passes by simply and without incident. Your Saturday is regular and usual, toast for breakfast, finish up an assignment, go see some friends, lunch out, before you know it you are back home, a quick shower before changing and getting ready to leave to help out. 

The request is taken to heart, comfort and movement is the name of the game, so a pair of yoga pants a tank top and fitted hoodie is paired with sneakers, and you call it good. You weren’t asked to bring any of your equipment, you are sure between Jed and Mickey they have more than enough between them, so you travel light. 

Finding the place was easy, an apartment building that looks rather unassuming from the outside, once in the doorway you see one wall lined with mail boxes and the other with has a box, push buttons lined with apartment numbers to buzz into them, you press the button for number eight F and soon hear a voice coming back, “Hello?”

“Hi, I’m here to help.” Answering the question, and you hear the response of, “Great, come on up.” 

A buzz rings out, signalling the door leading inside is now unlocked, you open it up and press on, the elevator is empty, and you ride it to the eighth floor and find the apartment door with 8F emblazoned under the peephole. You knock and are not left waiting, Mickey is the one who answers, “Hey! Right on time, punctual as always.” 

You smile as he holds the door open and insists, “Come on in.” 

It has to be Jed’s apartment, you are sure of it, either that or Mickey has much more mature design inclinations than you could have ever expected. “Jed is gathering some materials, he’ll be along shortly.” 

A simple nod and you are just looking around until something on the coffee table catches your eye, you smile, coming around and sitting on the couch, reaching out, “Ooh I recognize this.” 

It is a book open and filled with pictures from Jed’s previous job, you recognize them as the accompaniment to old articles he wrote, bona fide glossy originals lovingly placed on the pages before you. Scooping it up, and you begin pointing to them, “I remember the piece that went along with this one.” 

Mickey leans over the back of the couch, peering down at the book, and he asks, “Very familiar with Mr.Olson’s work, hm?” 

“I am, I might have looked up all his old work for the paper he used to work for, and I got curious, ended up down a rabbit hole reading all his articles too.” You confess, and his eyebrows raise, “Impressive, I didn’t think anyone other than me bothered to read them all.” 

He takes a seat beside you as you flip through, your eyes back on the pages as you ask, “What do you think is his best?” 

Mickey takes a moment to consider this question, his eyes also on the book, the answer seems to come to him, he reaches out and asks, “May I?” 

You pass over the book without a fight, and he flips through it, eventually he settles on a page, he points to the picture on the right side, “The article attached to this one I find myself coming back to over and over.” 

Recognition hits immediately, you know just the article that is tied to this one, it was covering a seriously brutal triple homicide, three girls, around college age. One of the girl’s parents was away for the long weekend, she invited two of her friends so she wouldn’t home alone, the three of them were found when the parents came home Monday night, the time of death was placed on Friday, they had been murdered mere hours after they left. The real stand out detail, other than how apparently brutal the murders were, the bodies were seriously mangled, was whoever did it, turned off the AC, it was the height of a pretty serious summer heat wave, needless to say the “mess” the parents found was disgustingly horrifying. The interview portion was gripping to say the least, you could really feel the intense grief, as if you were really in the room as Jed talked to them. 

“This is your favourite?” You question teasingly, and he asks around a half laugh, “What? You don’t think it’s good?” 

“No, it is, just the story it is covering is so fucked up.” You reply with a shrug, a finger tracing the edges of the photograph, it is of the open door to the house, caution tape everywhere along with cops, the mother crying into the father’s shoulder, the pair of them the focus, standing in the middle of the stone walk way, mired in sadness and now childless. It is a great photograph, totally depressing, beautiful lighting, colour and composition on display. 

“Would you believe that I’m just a morbid kinda guy?” He asked, and you laugh louder this time, “You? I don’t really get morbid vibes from you at all.” 

Mickey seemed to find that amusing, he asks, “What kinda vibe do you get from me?” 

You consider Mickey’s question briefly, before telling him, “Kind of frat guy, but not in like, a douchey way, just a guy who likes to party, and sleeps around.” Those last two words added on has his hand hitting the dead centre of his own chest, he pretends to look offended, “Are you calling me a slut?” 

You wished that he was, so maybe you were projecting a tad. You grin as you ask, “Depends. Are you one?” 

The eye contact being held over the open book is intense, he draws it out, you think for comedic effect before he says, “Wouldn’t you like to know.” 

Of course, you would, perhaps you are just that easy to read. Being so consumed with your conversation, you did not see, hear, or expect what came next: The arm locking around your shoulders from behind, and the rag soaked with chloroform being forced to your nose and mouth. You barely even get a chance to struggle, hardly let out a sound, before everything goes black. 

Who knows how long it is before you wake up. 

When you do come to it is still black, you lift your head, try to turn your head to and fro, you feel soft pressure of fabric around your head, that is when it clicks, you are blindfolded, not only that you can’t move any other part of yourself. You have something in your mouth, you try to push it out with your tongue, it refuses to budge, you must be gagged. You also have what feels like some kind of restraints on your wrists and ankles, you think you are secured to a chair? Wait, that isn’t right, none of this is! Why can’t you see? Why are you gagged and tied down? The last thing you were doing was sitting on the couch in Jed Olson’s apartment, talking with Mickey, and now you’re who knows where.

The fear is like ice water being poured down your back, your heart rate is jack rabbiting up, and you try to wiggle in your chair, testing your bonds only to find that no you aren’t going anywhere. 

You hear a voice ring out, unfamiliar, cool, smooth and absolutely bone chilling, “Oooh, she’s awake.” 

“Finally we can get started.” Comes the response and the voice is similar to the first but different in a way you can’t easily place. You hear movement, heavy steps, on tile? A slight echo, the space must be big, you definitely aren’t in the same place you were when you blacked out. A hand touches itself down onto your shoulder, causing you to jump, the reaction gets a laugh out of whoever is there, an attempt at soothing you is made, “Easy, calm down.”

Whoever his friend is chimes in, “Yeah, we want to draw this out, we’d hate for it to be over too soon.” 

“Mmm, nothing worse than things ending prematurely.” The joke doesn’t land for you the same way it does for them. The grip on your left shoulder tightens, and you feel a sudden freezing shock against your right cheek, you tense and whimper low deep in your throat, feeling the sharp edge of what you are sure, without even seeing it, is a knife. The weapon meanders, the tip dancing along, drawing indiscernible patterns until the flat of the blade pats your cheek, you dare not move even though you desperately want to. 

“She’s trying hard to sit still and take it.” Hums the one who has his hands on you and the other replies, “She is, I’d prefer some reaction though, so let’s get this out of the way.” 

Another hand reaches out, fingers hook under the blindfold and lift it, you blink against the harsh white light coming from overhead, nose scrunching as you try to adjust. When everything does come into focus, you see who had been talking, two figures, clad in black, white masks with hollow eyes and the mouth hanging open in a permanent scream, you know that mask. The reaction is one that is completely automatic, a soft exhalation, eyes widening, and your heart somehow quickening further, more akin to a hummingbird than a human. 

“Hm, was kind of expecting a bigger reaction.” Said the one who just lifted the blindfold and the other one chimed in, “Right? I was-” 

You cut in, can’t help it, the words tumbling out, fuelled by a curiosity burning bright like fire, asking in a complete rush, “Are you real?” 

A shared look of confusion, and when you don’t get an immediate answer you ask again, more empathically, “Please, tell me, are you real?” 

“Real like-” He begins, and you say, “Real like are you the Roseville murderer, THE Ghostface, are you him? Are you really him?”

You can’t stop how your tone tinges with a raw kind of unfiltered desperation, and you finally get your answer, the one who was standing before you confirms, “Yes, I am.”

A sound of pure delight squeaks in the back of your throat, kicking off your excited babbling, “Oh my God, I am such a big fan, ugh that sounds so cliché, right? But it’s true! I can’t help it, it really is you, you’re here in front of me-”

Now it is your turn to be cut off, the one still holding the knife asking, “Are you serious?”

You take a deep breath before pushing even further, “Yes! So serious, and I just have to say, my favourite? That one night you killed those kindly old grandparents AND their grandkids who were sleeping over, I mean, come on! Imagine the suffering, having not only both your parents, but both your kids brutally murdered in one night? Having to bury the previous generation of your family and the next before it ever really starts? So young and helpless, talk about smothering their potential in the crib.” 

A near dreamy sigh as you utter with warm affection and total reverence, “I mean this a compliment when I say this, but you are so unbelievably fucked up.”

A beat of silence, he crouches slightly, brings himself to eye level with you, you feel wonderfully exposed and vulnerable as he observes you, after a minute he speaks, “You are being totally genuine, aren’t you? Completely sincere.” 

You nod, a bite of your bottom lip briefly before you tell him, “I am, I really am, I’ve read every single article about what you’ve done over and over.” 

The voice from behind you speaks up again, “She said that earlier too, I think she is legit.” 

“Well, this is going to blow her mind.” The man before you stood back up straight and the mask came off, and you gasp, seeing none other than your professor, the writer of all those articles, and apparently the Ghostface killer himself, Jed Olson. You have to admit, you were wrong about him, seeing him here and now, without the glasses he is very fucking attractive and further still, having this confirmed for you, that there is something more to him, that he is the stuff of nightmares and your wet dreams.

Shock and surprise flood all your senses and then the connection is made, it clicks, what was just said before this reveal, “She said that earlier-” he means back at the apartment, which means the masked man behind you is, “Mickey?!” 

A sharp turn of your head to look up at the man still holding the knife, he takes off his own mask, confirming your theory, he says with that fucking gorgeous smile as equally sharp as the weapon he brandished, “Guilty.” 

You swing your head back to look at Jed, and he says, “So, probably have a lot of questions. I had my fun with the killings and working at the paper in Florida, then left and started up a new life here, the craving never goes away though, so I want to start up my favourite hobby again.” 

“And Mickey?” You ask, and he says, “Met online, we share some similar interests, I’m doing some mentoring outside the classroom too, he has real potential. We’ve been having a great time, and you?” 

You would have never expected this, never thought Mickey was capable of that, your mind runs with questions, what has he done? How screwed up? How sadistic? And how many has he killed? He has to have real talent to get Jed mentoring him.

He points, and Mickey filled in the blank, “You caught our eye, the outfits you wear to class, the work you submit, what you do off campus, you are very fun to stalk by the way, we decided we wanted you to be our newest victim.” 

Holy fucking shit, this is all so much to take in. They like you, want you, have stalked you, a dream, to be killed by your murderous idol, forever immortalized, an honour truly, to be living out the story of one of those articles you have read endlessly, you could not believe it.

“Latest masterpiece really, but now-” Jed trailed off, Mickey joins in, “-I’m thinking the same thing, I’m not so sure.” 

Part of you mourns the idea of not being run through, filleted and caught on film, most of you is curious however what their intentions have changed to, “Why? Am I not good enough for your art?” 

It isn’t spat with venom, it isn’t mean, you ask it very sincere, a little sad. Gloved fingers trace over your jaw, tilting your head up as assurances wash over you, “No, it’s not that, victims come and go, but someone like you? That is rare, worth holding onto, it’d be a waste to kill you so soon.” 

“But you still might one day?” You ask, hopeful, and Mickey laughs, loud and a bit shocked, before he says, “I think it could still be on the table if that is how you eventually want to go out.” 

That comforts a seriously fucked up part of yourself, placates it and makes it go quiet. Jed’s gloved thumb presses down on your lower lip, toying with it slightly, you want to lean closer into his touch. Jed says, “But for now, how’d you like to assist with our work, become a bit more involved, wouldn’t that be nice? Instead of on the sidelines, on the outside looking in, you can be right in the middle.” 

Oh, what a joy. To get to help, contribute, become a weaver of stories and larger than life, with the hope that you could still end up skewered by both their knives one day far-flung in the future once you’ve satisfied your own sick desires you had always tried to push down. There is just one answer, “Yes! Please, yes!” 

“Eager thing isn’t she?” Mickey asks and Jed hums in agreement, “Maybe we should test that, see how far she is willing to go.” 

You will do whatever you need to prove yourself. 

Turns out what they had in mind had to do with the whole reason you were here tonight, because even though this has all pivoted in a delightful way, it doesn’t change the fact that they were expecting to come away from tonight with some new pictures. So here we find ourselves, Mickey setting up the camera and Jed slipping his mask back on, preparing for your little photoshoot.

Taking these pictures could be twofold as well, other than the act and it’s keepsakes being fun, these pictures can be fantastic blackmail material, if you don’t want them getting out, showing you doing depraved things with a known masked killer than you have to stay in line and do what they say. Not like you would ever dream of selling them out, not when you want this, but you understand and respect the need for insurance. 

The ropes are untied, because if they leave them on there is plausible deniability, you could say, “Oh I didn’t want it, they made me-” but with your limbs free it is harder to hide it. Gloved fingers unzip your fitted hoodie, and it is slid off, your tank top is pulled up, and your sports bra is pulled down, honestly it frames your chest pretty beautifully, Jed says, “Nice to see them up close and personal.” 

A reminder of their stalking, how many times have they seen you naked or in compromising positions, how did they do it? No real time to think on it, as painfully arousing as it is.

While Jed’s hands reach around your body, Mickey frames the shot. He catches the exact moment that smooth leather clad fingers pinch your nipples and your mouth falls open with a moan. He doesn’t go easy, from the pinching, to the twisting and the outright slaps to the sensitive flesh that has you squirming and your skin growing hot, he isn’t satisfied until you are cringing in anticipation and whimpering with every strike.

Your pants come down, bunch around your knees and the pair comment on the obvious wetness leaking through your underwear, staining your inner thighs. Mickey sighs out, “God, told you she was into this shit.” 

Jed is holding you closer to him, palms cupping your tits as Mickey gets on one knee and zooms in, snapping a picture of the thin soaked material that is plastered to your cunt, he comments again as he says, “Jesus, if you aren’t careful you might slip on all that mess.” 

Jed laughs lightly, “Don’t worry, non-slips.” He says with a nod, gesturing down to the heavy-duty boots he had on. 

“Remind me to get some of those.” Mickey says easily as he checks out the latest picture on the digital screen, and Jed teases as the blade of the knife slides into the waistband of your panties, “Yeah, you need them with how often your clumsy ass falls all over the place.”

The underwear is cut away artfully, it makes your clit throb in want as he nicks your hip bone, you suck in a harsh inhale and that has him turning his attention back to you fully, “Oh.” 

That is the only word he gets out before he cuts you again, and you squirm with a weak moan, and the night really explodes from there. There are thin red lines drawn on your inner thighs, your ribs, all in easily hidable places and Mickey captures all of it dutifully, just as excited and into it, watching as thick crimson creeps from angry open wounds. You get your first piece of praise with him in the mask, “You’re so fun.” 

What a lovely complement, what a wonderful thing to be, fun, you think if you live through the night you will get wet every time you hear that word. You know that you will recall it every time you masturbate, trying to remember the exact way he says it, how it flowed off his tongue and hit your eardrum. 

It keeps going until the bloody knife is brought between your thighs, the smooth handle end of it is used on you, dragged from hole to clit and back again, the strings of your arousal and the excess of blood create a very interesting lube. Up and down, back and forth, the end of the handle is used to rub your clit perfectly, the whole scenario, the dynamic, the pleasure, the pictures being taken to maybe blackmail you if you step a toe out of line, it all means that you do not take long at all. Fucked up little you is soon gasping out, “Oh Jed-” 

Has the hand that isn’t working the knife around your throat, strong fingers squeeze, “Completely forgot to mention it cupcake, but Jed isn’t my real name, when we are like this, it’s Danny, okay?” 

Of course, lying about something so simple and basic only makes sense, Mickey says, “Ah, was wondering if you’d share that.” 

“I think she’s done enough to earn that small tidbit.” He muses, and you are painfully close, chanting out his name, tasting it on your tongue, “Danny, Danny, Danny-” You suppose how heavily you are breathing and grinding your hips against the knife handle tells on how near you are.

Without a word of acknowledgment to your predicament, the weapon is flipped and the cool steel kisses your cunt, your hips halt and Danny says firmly, “If you want to fucking cum badly enough you’ll grind on the blade to do it.” 

You think you might be in love. 

With your heart in your throat you start to move, tentatively, gently, terrified but wanting to cum badly enough you fight through the fear of potential genital mutilation. It takes longer, but once the metal heats up to match your body temperature your body makes up for lost time, hurtling you towards climax, and Mickey is encouraging, “Come on, you can go harder than that.” 

Danny cuts in and coos in this tone that is overly sweet as he attempts to comfort, “You’re safe, promise.” 

You don’t think you can trust any promise he makes, not while he is choking and forcing you to do this for their amusement, but that? Makes it better. Him so blatantly lying is unbearably hot, you know you aren’t safe, you know this is dangerous and stupid, that you shouldn’t, and yet here you are, on the edge of a knife about to tumble into bliss. 

Finally, the band snaps, you are panting out a fucked up mix of their names, body shuddering as you cum. When you do you nearly fall, knees almost give out, held up by him choking you still as you gush, the rivulets of fluid run down your legs and mingle with tacky mostly dried blood. As soon as you start to come down Danny lets you go and allows you to drop onto the floor, still heaving as he begins to open his pants, he says to Mickey, “After I’m done with her, we can switch, and I’ll get some pictures of you using her.” 

Looks like the night is far from done, and you have a lot more to prove. 

                                                          -   -   -

You were correct, it was a very long night, but the best of your life. 

The clothing you wore that night had to be thrown away, after both Danny and Mickey cut a few squares out for their respective scrap books, that is, the scars are healing up nicely, your new triad is chugging along blissfully and life is pretty sweet. You have class later that afternoon, you will see them both and the weekend is going to kick off right after, you are going back to Danny’s place, your shared work is culminating towards you taking your first victim, and you were nervous and excited. 

You are checking the mail as you come back inside from running an errand, you come across an envelope that is totally blank, no postage or return address. Excitement runs through you as you know just what this is, you drop your keys and the rest of the mail, tearing open the unassuming envelope to be greeted with just what you were hoping for, a new picture. 

You sit at the island on a stool, fingers trace the edges in reverence, it is a photo from that first night, you are barely dressed, bloodied, hair a wreck and on your knees, gaze turned up to the camera as your face is totally painted in cum. Your lips are parted, you remember it well, you were gasping for breath, having just cum for the third time that night from grinding on his boot while Mickey brutally throat fucked you till he got close only to then pulled out to cum on your face. Your eyes are hazy with lust, and while your body shows how exhausted you are, the undercurrent of the mood is crystal clear, you are happy as can be and sated down to your bones.