Finding Your Own Way Back

Chapter 17

Brian hit the play button on the remote so that the sound of a dick moving in and out of an ass filled the room as background music. He tossed the remote away as he met Curtis's eyes. Curtis nodded slightly and Daphne squirmed on the bed. "Okay, we need to get better situated," Brian said. "Anything you want, Daphne?"

Blushing slightly, she said, "There's a toy box under my bed. Curtis, why don't you get it?"

As Curtis hurried to comply, Brian, Daphne and Justin moved into better positions, although Justin was rather grumpy about being forced to stand, it was better than kneeling as Curtis was going to have to do.

"What do you want from in here?" Curtis asked, moving the dildo and anal vibrator onto the bedside table. He had to admire the size of the thing and the fact that Daphne might actually be able to fit that whole thing inside of her. The image of her riding the thing while someone was fucking the shit out of her ass was arousing, he mused. Strange that I never really considered the benefits of her having a gay best friend before, he thought, aside from the fact that he's well-endowed.

Daphne glanced at him and said, "The silk cords."

Sending her a questioning glance, Brian asked, "Daph?"

"I want my arms to be tied to the bedposts," she answered, quietly. "I want to be completely at your mercy. I want Curtis to pump my mouth at will, so that my mouth is overflowing with his jizz."

It was Brian who hesitated. "Are you sure?" The last thing in the world he wanted was her to feel uncomfortable.

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure."

Brian sent a glance at Curtis who nodded at him. Brian looked at his boyfriend who smiled. "Daph, you got lube?"

"Uh huh. What do you take me for?" As if he even needed to ask. Like any good boy scout, Daphne was a very good girl scout. She'd learned by example.

"Do you need me to do any preparatory work?" Brian asked.

She smiled at him. "Whatever you want to do. I like having my nipples played with but I like having the clamps on them too."

"Any place you're way too sensitive that I should avoid until you're close?"

Justin listened to his boyfriend with growing awe. Brian was doing everything in his power to make her comfortable, he realized. He didn't want her to feel unsafe. "No," she said. "But I'll let you know when I'm close. I know you probably don't like the taste."

Brian stared at her. "Daph, it may have been a long time since I've been with a woman, but I've been with enough to know how this goes. I'm okay with this and it's going to be pretty fucking hard to stop with Justin eating my ass. Trust me, if I wasn't cool with this, I'd say so. You know me well enough to know that." And, he thought, I'm doing this sober. Not stoned or high, that should tell everyone something, he thought. Including Justin.

She looked chastened by the rebuttal. "Um," she said, "I like having my nipples licked. And if a finger goes up my ass while you're licking me, that's cool."

He liked her style; she was open and honest. "Are you clean?" he asked, appraising her.

"Yeah. I cleansed myself out today and a few days ago. I don't like messes any more than you do, Brian." Too frigging embarrassing, she thought.

He glanced back at Justin who nodded. "Yeah, I'm cool with this," Justin said. Glancing at Curtis, he asked, "You ready?"

Curtis nodded. He handed Brian the silk cords and as Brian tied her wrists in a splayed fashion to the iron headboard, he looked down at her and asked, "You need a safe word, Daph honey?"

She shook her head. "If I wasn't okay with this I wouldn't be playing. And we sure as hell wouldn't be using my toys." She was willing to concede that she'd been fantasizing about this since the first time she'd seen Brian naked. Then she'd only barely been able to restrain herself from drooling but then, she recalled, I was a naïve seventeen-year-old. Uh huh, keep telling yourself that, Daphne. You know this is something you always wanted: Brian and Justin. Somehow she'd always thought it would only be the stuff of dreams.

Brian grinned despite himself. He knew there was a reason he liked Daphne. Curtis knelt with his knees on either side of her head, while Brian gently nudged her legs wider apart. It occurred to Justin that he was kind of getting the raw end of the deal, being the end of the daisy chain but there was time to play. Besides, the floor show with Cynthia at the end of the week was bound to be intriguing. And he'd never seen this side of his best friend or boyfriend, he thought. Strange how Melanie's taunt about a floor show was actually being enacted in live living color. Oh, if they could see us now, he thought.

Brian shifted position so that he could work his way down her body without interfering with her taking Curtis's cock into her mouth and so that Justin had better access to his ass. It crossed his mind that he was doing something he hadn't done in a long time. But like he'd told Justin it was something he knew Daphne had been fantasizing about. And the fact it was Daphne made it a bit more palatable. There was no way that they'd have done this with some strange woman they'd picked up at a bar, Brian admitted. Besides, when Justin had told him about his "deflowering" Daphne, Brian had wondered just how the afternoon had gone even though Justin was unusually reticent about the whole experience.

"Sunshine, you okay back there?"

Justin said, "Yeah, Bri. I'm fine."

With Daphne's hands bound, she was unable to control the thrusting of Curtis's dick so that he was free to pump her mouth at will. She waited as Curtis guided his stiff prick into the waiting warmth of her mouth, and then felt Brian's mouth on her, his breath hot on her stomach as he worked his way up, tongue blazing a trail, leaving her skin glistening with saliva.

Justin began to lick Brian's ass cheeks as he felt his lover begin to lick his best friend's body. He lapped all over until he gently pried them apart so that the roseate of Brian's ass was revealed. As Brian felt Justin's hot breath wash over his hole, his tongue slowly and leisurely began to lap at Daphne's nipple, drawing the hardening nub into his mouth, sucking until he knew it was probably close to painful for her, though she was unable to tell him due to the cock in her mouth. Then he licked the valley between her breasts and his mouth closed on the other one, laving the nipple with broad strokes of his tongue. When he was done both of her breasts were glistening as she began to suck more fervently on Curtis's dick, licking the shaft as he began to gently pump.

From behind Brian, Justin lazily licked his perineum between balls and asshole, feeling Brian's body jump slightly. He licked the area around his hole several times. He took his time to tease Brian, moving from asshole to balls and back again studiously avoiding direct contact. When Justin's tongue made dead on contact, Brian's nose was nuzzled in Daphne's dark pubic hair. Shifting slightly, so that he gave both he and Justin better access, Brian began to slowly lap her lips, tongue making broad strokes, even as he avoided darting inside the folds and carefully avoiding her clit. Felt her arch up into him and knew that he was turning her on. He could smell the slight muskiness of her pussy and continued to lap as Justin's tongue made its first foray into his asshole, jumping slightly as his tongue moved a bit faster.

Curtis, from his vantage point, above Daphne's head could see Brian's assault on his girlfriend's pussy and Justin's assault on his ass. Brian continued to lick and then, pointing his tongue, began to enter her copiously dripping pussy. Justin began to dart his tongue in and out of Brian's ass, lapping the hole even as his hand stole down to stroke his leaking dick, coating the shaft with his pre-ejaculate.

Brian continued his studied assault on Daphne's pussy even as he felt her begin to grind her hips, wanting to draw his tongue deeper and deeper. Ah that's my girl, he thought, approving. Questing for her g-spot he knew when he found it because she began to writhe more ardently. Removing his tongue from her pussy, he lapped at her folds until he found her engorged clit, sucking on it, then gently and deftly flicking it with the tip of his tongue as Justin began to eat his ass with more enthusiasm, tongue driving further and further, curling up towards the top of his hole. Brian squirmed as his tongue continued his relentless assault on Daphne as Justin's tongue drove deeper. He felt Justin's tongue drive towards the further recesses of his rectum and began to eat faster.

It was Curtis who tugged his balls as he moaned, "I'm going to come." His cock-head hit the back of her throat, and Daphne relaxed her throat muscles so that she wouldn't gag. She felt him begin to shoot, the shudders wracking his body, as his balls began to unload a hot, creamy load of spunk down her throat. Eagerly swallowing, she was not surprised when Curtis lifted up and sprayed her face and upper torso with the rest of his load, jerking his dick. He glanced at her and saw that she was in a daze from the assault on both pussy and mouth. Brian was still eating her with enthusiasm, his ass fucking Justin's tongue, trying to pull it in deeper and deeper. As he did so, he slipped a finger inside Daphne's box, sliding it in and out, mimicking the movement of a dick.

Taking a moment to regain speech, Daphne moaned, "Brian, keep doing what you're doing. Flick your tongue over my clit like that. Oh God, just like that." Then, she screamed, "I'm going to come," as Brian began to finger her in rhythm with the movement of his tongue across her clit. Then Daphne came with a shudder so hard that she actually saw kaleidoscopic colors dancing behind her eyelids. "Oh my fucking god!" she shouted. It surprised her that Brian kept licking her until the shudders ceased, only then lifting his head from her dripping cunt. "Um," she said, words failing her. Brian hadn't exaggerated the skill of his tongue, she mused, still lethargic from the headiness of her orgasm. She'd never experienced something like that. Ever.

Justin continued licking Brian until Brian felt his hole expand and began to spray cum, soaking the sheets. Catching some in his hand, Brian said, "Oh god, keep doing that. Justin, fuck me with your tongue," he moaned as Justin continued to probe his asshole with his tongue. When the shudders ceased, he felt Justin's tongue leave his ass, blazing a trail down his perineum to lap at his ball sac. "Oh, holy fuck," he said, shuddering as the last spasm hit him. Closing his eyes, he let the spasm shudder its way through his body leaving him feeling somewhat rubbery.

He looked at Daphne as Justin stepped out from behind him, tongue having gotten a work out. Brian met her eyes and Curtis's then held out his hand. "Consider this my hostess gift," he quipped.

"Untie me," she muttered. "Unfuckingtie me."

"Down girl," Brian teased. "There's enough of me to go around." But he knew too well what she meant. It was why he hated being tied down, in more ways than one. That sense of control and heightened urgency could be arousing but it could also be terrifying being at someone else's mercy.

Curtis untied her hands and she sat up as Brian extended his hand. Daphne looked at her best friend, asking permission, and Justin shook his head slightly letting her know it was okay. "This is for you," he said. "Both of you," he said, indicating Curtis was to partake.

"So you're willing to share?" Curtis asked.

"On a limited basis, yeah," Justin answered, glancing at him. Then he looked at Daphne whose chest was cum-streaked along with strands of jizz on her lips and chin.

It was Daphne who bent her head to gently lap the semen out of Brian's cupped palm as Curtis bent his head. Both tongues darted out to cleanse Brian's hand of his milky white seed. Tongues crossed as they both bent to their task, dueling for the most time and essence of Brian. When Daphne looked up again, Justin said, "Daph, why don't you lick him clean? But first I think I want to lick you clean."

Justin moved from behind Daphne and Brian moved aside, looking at Curtis. By mute agreement, Brian and Curtis watched as Justin bent over his best friend, leisurely licking her clean as she writhed gently under the gentle assault of Justin's tongue. Licking her lips, Justin watched as her chocolate brown eyes darkened. When Justin finally raised his head, his eyes met Curtis's. "Not bad," he said, and Brian smirked at him.

He was more than into this game, Curtis thought. Brian tasted great, he acknowledged. Much better than my own spunk, he thought. Then Brian lay down on his back, cock still glistening with his spilled seed. Daphne bent her head, attentively beginning to lick him clean, tongue flickering over his dripping cock head. Curtis settled down to eagerly lap the spunk from his spent balls. When Brian was clean, they all looked at Justin.

"What next, dirty boy?" Brian asked, directing the question at Justin, whose lips still glistened with the remainder of Curtis's load that he'd licked off Daphne.

Surprisingly it was Curtis who answered. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to show me what it is to take a cock up my tight, little virgin ass. And I want Justin to jack off all over me. But first I want you to kiss me." Again, he thought. Damn, the man knew how to kiss.

"Daph?" Brian said, eyeing Curtis with a smug little grin. See, I knew he'd get into this. Cocky little shit. Shouldn't play with the big boys, he thought.

She nodded her assent. Brian slid off the bed, standing while he drew Curtis near to him, so that their cocks rested against one another. Initiating a deep kiss, Brian felt Curtis's tongue begin an exploratory mission within the regions of his mouth. He knew they were sharing the taste of Daphne as their tongues met and mated. He couldn't see Justin's expression but wondered how Justin was handling all this. After all, this couldn't exactly be what he'd intended, but then Brian was lost in Curtis' very deft assault. Breaking the kiss, Brian reappraised him, looking at Daphne who smiled smugly.

"Show him what it's like to learn the pleasures of having a dick up his ass." She glanced at her boyfriend who looked dazed. "Have you ever even played with your hole before?"

He shook his head. "No," he admitted. "But I've thought about it."

"So you've never fucked yourself with your fingers?" she queried.

He shook his head.

Brian and Justin grinned at each other. Oh this was fun, they both thought. "I'll watch," she said, content for the moment to let the boys have their fun.

"I always knew you had a voyeuristic side," Brian said.

Smiling at him, she said, "I've got a video camera around here somewhere. Want to tape?"

"Oh, honey," he said, "you truly are a woman after my own heart. But no, we'll leave that for the main attraction on Friday."

"You know, Bri," she purred, "Cynthia's missing out on all the pre-game fun."

"Oh trust me she'll get her share. Besides, it'll be interesting to watch you two together."

Daphne stared at him. She'd heard about Brian's fiercely loyal assistant. She looked at Curtis who said, echoing the words of earlier that afternoon, "Brian and Justin said safe space. Who am I to contradict that?" For the moment the fact that he was her boyfriend was forgotten in favor of a sexual experience that she'd only dreamed about.

They headed to the bathroom, Daphne following the boys, understanding that for the moment her role was as a witness more than as a participant. She was content in that. For the moment. Daphne could still feel Brian's mouth on her, her body's reaction to the assault of his tongue as he licked her through her own orgasm. God, she thought, Justin has that all the time. No wonder he said that he saw the face of God after they had sex the first time. She recalled how she'd thought that surely he was exaggerating. Now she had firsthand knowledge. That made her smile. Who'd have thought that I would know what it is to be with Brian?

Once in the bathroom, Justin glanced at his lover. Brian seemed satiated, he mused. And he'd dug into cunnilingus with the same gusto he used when eating me out, Justin thought. But at the base of things, it was a cock that made Brian hot. The thought of driving his stiff prick up a tight ass that made him horny. Still Justin felt a sense of uneasiness. Christ, he thought, I just ate him out. I ate Curtis's load off Daphne and I'm still doubting this. Taylor, you're thinking too much, he thought.

Glancing at his blond, Brian stopped a moment. Meeting Justin's eyes, he knew that something was up and it wasn't either of their dicks. "We'll be right back," Brian said, glancing at Justin.

Once in the living room, Brian and Justin sat down on the couch. Speaking quietly, he said, "Okay, Sunshine, what's up?" Or not as the case may be, he mentally amended.

"I'm fine," Justin muttered.

"No, you're not," Brian rejoined. "Something's got you bothered. Out with it or we'll stop now. I didn't mean to push you into something you really weren't ready for. I know it had to be weird for you seeing me go down on your best friend."

"No, it's not that," Justin protested. "I'd have been more upset if I'd walked in on you and Michael. Okay it was a little strange seeing you actually get into it with the same enthusiasm you have when you're sucking my dick. Knowing you were licking her through orgasm."

"And, Sunshine, I still prefer cock to pussy. I still prefer tasting spunk. If it's not that, then what is bothering you?"

"I guess I just thought we'd be the main attraction, Bri. And I know it's cock you live for." Looking down at his hands, Justin suppressed a sigh. God, this was hard, he thought. Well, actually not.

"So do you want to show them how it's done?" Brian asked, shifting on the sofa so he could see the blond. He knew something else was bothering him. "Justin, what is it? You got really quiet when you saw me tie Daphne up."

At that, Justin looked up at him, seeing the worry in the hazel eyes. "If I tell you something now, you've got to promise you won't flip the fuck out. That you'll hear me out before reacting."

Okay, Brian thought, this is so not good. Please tell me that this is not one of my worse ideas. But, on some level, he knew that this was not anything like him hiring the hustler for Justin's birthday. This was deeper. "Out with it," he said, resigned to the fact that it was a virtual certainty that he wasn't going to like what was going to follow.

Justin sighed audibly now. "You know when I was working as a go-go boy at Babylon."

Brian nodded. It had fucking pissed him off seeing Justin up there. But he let the blond continue without interrupting him. "The night I went to that party at Sapperstein's, he gave me some coke or something that really fucked with my head. I was out of it, not really hallucinating but not really in my head."

Brian felt something like fury begin to raise its head in the pit of his belly. That fucking asshole, he thought, but remained silent, sensing Justin needed to get through this. "The boys Sap invited were there as center-pieces. As objects of titillation without personality. Basically whores. Anyway, Sap passed me off to this other guy and told him something about how I was worth the money."

Brian felt something like fury begin to raise its head in the pit of his belly. That fucking asshole, he thought, but remained silent, sensing Justin needed to get through this. "The boys Sap invited were there as center-pieces. As objects of titillation without personality. Basically whores. Anyway, Sap passed me off to this other guy and told him something about how I was worth the money."

Brian's eyes went cold at that. That fucking piece of shit, he fumed. Motherfucker. "What happened?" he said, voice cold.

Justin looked at him, saw the absolute cold fury in Brian, and the tight control he was exerting to keep himself in check. "They tried to put me in the sling. It wasn't something I wanted to do and I kneed Sap in the balls. I left but I don't really remember how I got back to the loft. When I got back to the loft you weren't there."

Brian knew that; he'd spent the night in a jail cell because Michael had smarted off to a cop because he was pissed at Debbie for dating a cop. "Justin, did he hurt you?"

"No," Justin said, meeting Brian's eyes. "No, Brian. I swear he didn't hurt me. I got out of there."

"Had you just gotten home when I got home?" Brian asked, remembering how he'd gone straight to the fridge for a beer. He also remembered that being the first time he'd allowed Justin to top him.

Justin nodded silently. Brian stared at him. "That son of a bitch," he said quietly. "So when you told me that sometimes a man needs to ask for help you meant it. But it wasn't just about taking the money. You needed my help on more levels than just financial." Christ, you needed me and I was too fucking blind to see it. Just grateful that you'd finally taken my money without a fight. That should have clued me in that something lay deeper, he thought.

Again Justin nodded. "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"Because I knew you'd go after Sap. Take Ben with you or something and beat the shit out of him."

Probably, Brian thought. That's probably exactly what I would have done. "Is that why you wanted to make love to me?" He carefully avoided using the word "fuck" because in all important ways that wasn't what Justin had done to him. It had been slow and gentle at first then increased with gradual need. "Did you need some sort of control?"

Justin nodded as he began to tremble. "Oh fuck, Justin. Why the fuck didn't you tell me? I'd spent the night in a jail cell. I was so fucking tired and I couldn't understand why it was so important to you."

Justin took a moment before he spoke. "Brian, I needed to feel close to you. When I got home and you weren't there, I was terrified. But I knew that being independent also meant knowing when to ask for help. I needed to assert some control over my own destiny. It's why I didn't want to take the money from you. I felt like I was on auto-pilot."

"Baby," Brian began, startled at his word choice and then stumbled on, "you should have told me. We could have worked through it together."

Justin looked at him. "We were growing apart, Brian. Even then. I---"

"You needed me," Brian finished. "You needed me and I failed you on so many occasions. Like Vermont. And the hustler."

Anguished, Justin could only nod. "And today seeing Daphne tied up?"

"Reminded me of how Sap wanted to put me in that sling," Justin said.

"So was it different when we used handcuffs?" Brian asked. I can't believe I missed this, he thought, angry with himself. How the hell did I miss this?

Justin nodded. "It's different with you because I know you won't hurt me." At least not deliberately.

Brian looked down at his hands and then back at Justin. "Do you want to go home?"

Thinking of Daphne and Curtis standing in the bathroom, Justin only shook his head. "I want you to make me forget about that sling. I want you to replace that memory with one of you above me. Tie me to the headboard and fuck me."

"No," Brian said, the one word short. "No fucking way."

"Brian."

"I won't do it, Justin. Not until you're ready. And certainly not with an audience. If you fall apart, I don't want it to be in public." I want it to just be the two of us. With me to help you through this.

"We're not in public," Justin protested. "And it's Daphne."

"Justin," Brian said, exasperated. "It's also Curtis. If it was just Daphne, I might consider it."

Staring at him, Justin realized that Brian truly didn't want to expose him to that. "Is this about me? Or you?"

Angry now, Brian spat out, "It's about you, you fucking twat." But he wasn't angry with Justin, not really.

"Brian, it's what I want. Please do this for me," Justin realized he was pleading now.

Brian's face was implacable. Bad fucking idea Kinney, he thought. But Justin was openly pleading now. Resigned to the fact that it was important to Justin, he said, "You remember your safe word, right? And if you say stop at any time I will. No questions asked."

"Uh huh," Justin said, nodding.

Brian stood, extended his hand to Justin, pulling him up so that their bodies were close. Pulling him closer, Brian kissed him softly. As their lips met, Brian's tongue gently parted his lips finding his own. This time the assault was gentle. When the kiss broke, Brian whispered, "We can go now. No harm. No foul."

"No," Justin said, equally softly. "Let's finish this thing. Besides, I want to show Curtis how it's done. Watching him fuck with you is not as fun as watching you fuck with him. And I want to see him take you."

At that Brian grinned. That's my blond, he thought, though he was still worried that this was asking too much. "I want to see Curtis's reaction when he sees you ride me, Sunshine."

He was still not entirely happy with the idea of this but he led Justin into the bathroom. Two sets of eyes met theirs as they rejoined Daphne and Curtis. "Everything okay?" Daphne asked.

"Yeah," Brian said. "Where were we?"

Sensing something was up because the tempo of the mood had changed, Daphne studied him carefully. There was something up with Brian. And Justin, she thought, glancing at her best friend. Apparently Curtis sensed the shift in mood as well because he looked at Brian. "Hey, we don't have to do this. We can take a break."

Strangely enough it was Brian who said, "No. You want to know what it's like to be fucked by a man. Far be it for me to deny you that opportunity. The pleasure derived from feeling a cock hit your prostate on every stroke, unloading your balls knowing that another man is balls deep inside you. Drinking someone else's seed. Can you take that?"

Justin looked at his lover. Oh fuck, he thought. "Brian," he said, quietly. He could sense the temper and rage boiling underneath the surface. If anyone was going to take on Brian in this mood it would be him. It wouldn't be fair to either Curtis or Daphne to see Brian this out of control. Experience him in this frame of mind.

But Curtis nodded even as Brian turned to respond.

"I'm fine, Sunshine," Brian ground out, his eyes blazing.

"No, you're not," Justin said, worried now that he'd pushed Brian over the edge. That the events of the day and his revelation were finally hitting home with his lover.

"Um, maybe we should stop," Daphne said, glancing at Curtis. She could sense the dangerous undercurrent in the room. She'd never seen Brian like this and it rather scared the shit out of her. "Take a breather."

Brian looked at her, saw the fear floating in her brown eyes, and seemed to ground himself a bit. "Daph, you got any E or coke?"

She looked at Curtis. "No, I think we've got a stash of pot around here."

"That'll do," Brian said, meeting her eyes with his own. Even he sensed the mood shift and knew it was due to him. It occurred to him that Daphne had never seen him like this. So near to falling out of control. "Why don't we adjourn to the living room and reevaluate the rules?"

Curtis looked at Justin. "Um," he began but stopped at a look from Brian. Okay then, he thought. That's how it's gonna be. Brian was so much more dangerous than Justin, Curtis realized. Dangerous on a lot of levels other than just his careless sexuality. There were things beneath the surface that were better left untapped.

Shrugging, Justin followed the other three out into the living room while Daphne returned to her room, returning with a bag of weed. It wasn't as fine a quality as that which Brian bought but it would serve their purposes for now. "We smoking joints or do you have a bong?" he asked her.

"Which do you prefer?" It occurred to her that for the moment they were driving this little experiment. She wasn't sure that she was the one behind the wheel.

"Joints," Brian said. He was trying his level best to even out his fury at the situation Justin had been put in and his subsequent reaction.

Once they were all carefully situated and the joint had been rolled, it was Curtis who tentatively asked, "Is everything okay?"

"Just peachy," Brian droned sarcastically as Justin moved closer to him. As Brian shot gunned him, Curtis and Daphne watched the two lovers.

As Justin passed the joint to Daphne, Brian lazily drawled, "So Daph what other fantasies do you have?"

"Um," she started, as she took a hit, "I want to be shaved."

Brian smiled; he could feel the weed begin to hit his system. "That can be arranged." Turning to Curtis he said, "You?"

"This is your show," he said, recognizing that he'd been playing with fire earlier when he'd taunted Brian.

"Come on, you have to have some fantasy. What do you lie in bed thinking about late at night while you stroke your cock?"

Curtis hesitated. Fuck, he thought. "I want to suck your dick. I want to drink some guy's come."

"Mine in particular or will just any cock do?" Brian asked, as the joint made its way back to him.

"Yours," Curtis said, boldly meeting Brian's eyes. "But I want to see you and Justin together. See how you fuck him."

"That can definitely be arranged," Brian said, passing it to Justin. "And you, dirty boy? Anything you want to see or do?"

Justin started. He was beginning to really hate the fact that he'd chosen now to reveal the details of the party at Sap to Brian. Bad, really fucking bad, timing, he thought. "I want to be tied up while you fuck me."

Brian smiled in a sinister fashion that made Daphne shiver. What the fuck is going on, she wondered. "You want me to fuck you at will?"

"Um yes," he said hesitantly. "Then I want to see you fuck Daphne's ass."

"Here I thought that was something you wanted to do yourself, Sunshine."

"I do," Justin said, forgetting for the moment that he and Brian weren't alone.

"Um," Daphne began as two sets of eyes landed on her. "I uh," she started again. Then as Brian's eyes boldly rested on her she finished it. "I want Brian to eat my ass. But I really want to see Brian fuck Curtis then see Justin suck Curtis off."

"Do you?" Brian asked. "Well then, let's get started. You know, Daph, you really have a very nice pussy. Are you sure you don't want just a simple strip of hair? Do you it want it completely bald?"

She hesitated. If Brian had worried about her freaking out before it was nothing compared to how she was feeling now. But she met his eyes and then did something that surprised everyone. "You apparently want to punish someone, Brian. You're pissed off about something Justin told you. So why don't you show us exactly how it is."

"Daph," Justin breathed quietly but she sent him a look.

She had no intention of backing down now. She'd seen him naked, tasted his jizz and he'd eaten her out. No, she wasn't afraid of Brian. "You're angry and hurt. So let's finish this thing."

"Baby girl, you don't know who you're fucking with," Brian ground out.

"And I like it rough, your royal horniness," she retorted. "I'm not afraid of you."

Fuck, Justin thought. And Curtis stared at his girlfriend and Brian. "Or are you not willing to take what's so willingly offered?"

Brian growled. That was truly the only word for it. He growled. And everyone knew that he was growing aroused; they could see his cock hardening and Daphne was aware of it. "Daphne," Brian began quietly. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I know that," she said, taking a step towards him, resting a hand on his chest. "Let me make you feel better. Let me take the pain away."

Justin stared at her. She was playing a deadly game and seemed to be winning; Brian was slowly calming down. When did she learn how to tame the lion? He wondered. He met Curtis' eyes and saw the shock in the other's eyes. This clearly was something he hadn't been expecting.

Brian glanced at his boyfriend. Justin simply shrugged but his eyes said, if you hurt her because you're pissed at me, I won't forgive you. Fighting the urge to cause pain, Brian slowly nodded. He didn't want to hurt anymore. And looking into Daphne's eyes, he knew that she'd known all along what she was doing to him. Talking him down off the cliff. He took her hand and brought it to his dick. "You did that to me," he said. "You took me to that point. Not Justin. Not Curtis. You. It's been a long time since a woman did that to me," he said quietly. A very long time.

"I know. So let's get on with the show, Brian." She leaned in to gently kiss his lips and breathed quietly, "I know you wouldn't have hurt me."

"Not for the world, baby girl. Not for the world," he whispered. It dawned on him that he was as protective of her as he was of Justin. Strange. Through this they now had a bond and it was somehow stronger. She'd known how to take him down, he mused, wondering at that. Wondered how it was that she understood him so well; that she'd known what he needed. Then it dawned on him, Daphne remembered the prom and how he had stood there, emotions naked to the world. Showing just how much he loved Justin. She remembered the aftermath. She knew how he felt better than anyone. She knew just how he felt about Justin and how he'd been devastated when Justin had chosen the fiddler over him.

He glanced at his boyfriend, saw the underlying fear and trepidation in Justin's eyes. "Okay," he said. "I'm okay."

Then, Justin said, "You know, Brian, it's been a long time since you've been tied up. I think Daph has a velvet cat o'nine tails. Do you want to punish or do you want to be punished?"

Brian hesitated; he'd never really been into the whole receiving pain thing. Nor did he much like giving it unless it was fairly tame like spanking Justin. But he met his lover's eyes. And, he mused, a velvet cat is nothing like the one my dad used on me. It might actually be okay. "I prefer handcuffs," he said. "And a nightstick up my ass while someone plays bad cock." Justin knew that. Justin fucking knew that.

"So are you willing to let the three of us play?" Justin asked, walking closer to his lover.

Thinking a moment, Brian nodded. "Yeah, I'm willing to let the three of you play." He glanced at Daphne and saw her nod. Then his eyes met Curtis's and silent understanding passed between them. He'd known that if he'd been rough with Curtis that it would have been tantamount to rape and that wasn't something Brian would ever do. He knew how it felt to have control taken utterly away from you and he wouldn't do that to a neophyte.

Daphne kissed him as Justin walked around to his back, arms casually looping around his waist to fondle his cock and balls. "Um," he moaned. "That feels good."

"I thought you'd like that," Justin said, nipping his shoulder gently, tongue soothing the bite.

Daphne stopped and said, "Boys, we always seem to move past the whole initiation thing. Let's go to the bathroom."

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