Evening at John's house

It had been months since I had last seen John and Tom. The burns on my cock and balls had taken forever to heal. I had permanent marks and scars all over them. Many times during the recovery I would think, never again. This long painful recovery wasn’t worth the couple hours of play. I didn’t want to suffer through this again.

But as time passed and I fully healed, I started getting the itch to play again. I would masturbate while remembering that evening. It was all I could think about. Heaven help me, I wanted to feel my balls burning again. The smell of cigar and pipe smoke. The heat and pain, I was craving it. I wanted to hear them laughing at me as I screamed. I wanted to see and feel their dicks in my ass and down my throat. I wanted to see them shoot their loads as I begged for them to stop. I couldn’t help myself, the memories made my dick hard.

I felt like I was slowly losing control. Part of me wanted to play with them again, and part of me said they had gone too far. I knew I shouldn’t do this again. The weeks of painful recovery. The bandages and worries about infection. The marks and scars. But I couldn’t control my desires. I couldn’t stop myself.

I texted John and simply said, “Hi, how ya doing?”

John replied back immediately, “Be at the bar this Friday, 5pm. DON’T BE LATE!” That was it, no small talk or chit chat. John had just taken control. I knew I didn’t have a choice anymore. I was going to see him Friday, I was committed. I had just meant to chat with him. Feel him out about getting together again. That was all over now. I grinned to myself. The next couple days were going to be a hard wait.

Friday finally arrived, I decided to take an Uber to the bar. I knew the bar John had meant. It was the local gay bar, we had had drinks there before.

I didn’t want to be late, so I got there at 4:30. I walked in and didn’t see him. Good I was there early. I went to the bar and ordered a beer. I started watching the game on the TV.

Then I saw them. Through the door to the back patio. John and Tom were at a table outside, smoking and drinking. I guess I wasn’t early after all.

My heart skipped a beat. I was instantly nervous. I hadn’t expected him to be here already. I hadn’t expected to see Tom. When we had originally met he had been by himself. It wasn’t until later that he introduced me to Tom. I didn’t know what their relationship was, so I guess it shouldn't surprise me to see them together. I didn’t get the feeling they were a couple, but who knew.

John started waving at me to come over. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, why had I texted him? I grabbed my beer and started walking out to the patio. Deep down I was a total pain pig masochist and I wanted this, that’s why I had texted him.

I knew there was going to be a point where things were going to go too far. I knew, at some point, I was going to want them to stop, but they wouldn’t. I knew I didn’t get a say in what was going to happen and when it would stop. I couldn’t help myself, my dick was getting hard and I just kept walking.

I sat down and Tom smiled at me. “It’s good to see you, It's been months. What have you been up to?”

I replied, “Nothing new, just working away.”

John leaned back in his chair and stared at me. He started smiling and I could tell the wheels were turning in his head.

I asked, “What are you two up to tonight? Any plans?”

John replied, “You texted me, remember. What are you looking for?”

I look at Tom, then back to John, then down at the floor. What the fuck am I doing. I am going to regret this. There is only one word that comes to mind. Only one thing that stirs my emotions and desires, “Pain,” is the only word I can say.

Tom looks over to John and I see a grin forming on his face. “Did I hear that right? Has our little pain pig come back for more?”

John grins back at him and says, “I think we now have plans for the evening.”

John frowned and looked at me, “Finish that beer and don’t say another fucking word. Just sit there and wait for us to finish!”

Tom reached over and grabbed my shoulder, he stared me in the face and said. “You need to remember who we are. You came here and asked for this. We own you now. We can do anything we want to you. So just sit there and keep your mouth shut!”

I sit there, looking down. I am nervous and my heart is pounding. I try to relax. There isn’t anything I can do now, they have taken control. An evening of pain and agony awaits me, but I can’t stop myself, my dick continues to get hard. I whisper, “Yes sir.”

I drink my beer and sit there. I don’t look at them, and I don’t look around. John and Tom are laughing and talking. I don’t listen, I just sit and wait, finishing my beer.

Eventually they stand up. I hadn’t even realized they had finished their drinks and cigars. I had been staring at John’s cigar, watching him slowly grind it out in the ashtray. I looked up and saw Tom smiling. I can tell he had been watching me. He smiles and says, “Yea, you know what is coming.”

In a harsh voice John says, “Get up, let's go.”

I stood up and followed them out. As we walk past the bar, I see the bartender grinning at us. He says, “Have fun you two”.

John stops and says, “Mike, you want to come over after work?”

The bartender stops and thinks for a few seconds then says, “Don’t know. Depends on how tired I feel when my shift is over.”

John says, “Well, if you feel up to it, come join the fun.”

“Thanks, I may just do that,” He says.

In the parking lot we all walk over to a SUV. John gets in the driver seat, and Tom opens the back door and waves for me to climb in. He sits next to me and puts his arm around my shoulder.

I look into Tom’s eyes. He is staring into mine. With his free hand he reaches down to my crotch and starts feeling my cock and balls.

He leans forward and starts kissing me. I put my hand on his leg as he continues to rub my crotch. We kiss long and deep.

We break and Tom moves my hand to his crotch. I can feel his hard dick.

“Did you enjoy yourself last time? We did. Both John and I had a lot of fun. We even came up with some new ideas.”

I can feel Tom's dick getting harder as we continue to kiss. His hand on my crotch starts squeezing my balls.

I look forward and see John frowning at me in the rearview mirror. I suddenly had a bad feeling. I hope I haven’t over stepped. Tom started kissing me first, I didn’t kiss him. I try to break away, but Tom grabs me by the back of the neck and kisses me even harder. He is shoving his tongue deep into my mouth.

I glanced forward again and saw John looking pissed. Tom must be doing this on purpose. Oh shit. I try to break away again but Tom has my balls and is squeezing them HARD. The fight goes out of me. I can’t fight him off, I don’t want to fight him off. He has me by the back of my neck and my balls. He’s squeezing them hard. I am groaning in pain, but he continues to kiss me.

We finally got to where we were going. Tom finally lets me go and I take a few seconds to recover. I looked around. We are in a rural area, maybe an old farm. I don’t see any other houses in the area. Very secluded. Tom shoves me to the side as he gets out, John opens the other door and pulls me out of the car, shoving me to the ground. “Get your fucking clothes off you piece of shit!” He sounds pissed.

“Right here?” I ask.

“Yes, right fucking here! Take them off and put them in the back of the car, you won’t need them anymore.”

I quickly take off my clothes. Tom walks away and returns with a large shiny metal ring with smaller rings attached to it. John leans down, grabs my arms and pulls me to my feet. He holds my hands behind my back while Tom opens the large metal ring and places it around neck. John then starts forcing my hands into black leather bags that seal around my wrists. Then ties them tight and attaches them to the sides of the steel collar. I am helpless and my hands are useless.

John says, “these restraints take some time to get used to. Walk slowly, it is easy to lose your balance. If you fall I am going to make you crawl into the house!”

He shoves me towards the front door. It was hard but I kept my balance. I followed Tom inside, it was a nice clean house with a big entryway leading from the front door to a large living room. There was a couch and two big chairs facing a TV. The room had bookcases lining the walls with books floor to ceiling.

Tom guids me out of the living room and down a hall. He opens a door into a dark room and flips the light switch on. It is a big play room. Whipps, and floggers hanging from one wall. Chains hanging down from the ceiling. A sling in the corner. A black leather bondage table in the middle. John pushes me towards the center of the room and next to the table. He pushes down, “Get on your knees,” he said.

They leave the room and I am alone to look around. Every kind of toy and implement of torture I could images is here. I can even see the pipe they used to burn my cock and balls with last time.

A few minutes later Tom walks in naked carrying a drink. He sat down on the couch in the corner. John follows a few moments later in a leather vest and chaps. They sit together and start making out. Groping and kissing each other. After a few minutes of this John says, “Remember that video I showed you with the guy fucking his sub while his nuts were being pulled? Let's do that”.

Tom said, “Sure, let's start there. You get some weights and ropes, and I will tie its balls up.”

Tom lifted me up and bent me face down on the bondage table. He tied my collar to the table. I wasn’t going anywhere now. I watched him walk to the wall and take down some leather leg cuffs and a spreader bar. He attached them to my ankles and spread me wide open. My balls and ass were now fully available. I felt him feeling my ass crack and hole. Slowly worked his way down to my balls. He started slowly squeezing and rubbing my cock and balls. He eventually grabbed my balls and started pulling on them. I could feel him wrapping something around them.

While Tom was tying up my balls, John was rigging a long rope through a bunch of pulleys from the wall and up to the ceiling. I didn’t really understand what he was doing until Tom tied the end of the rope to the cord he had wrapped around my balls. Right in front of me the other end of the rope was hanging down from the ceiling. When Tom was done, John pulled the rope down experimentally and I could feel it pulling my balls straight out behind me. “Perfect,” he said.

John walked across the room and started grabbing a bunch of weights from a basket on the floor.

Tom was behind me and to the side. With one hand on the small of my back he started fondling my balls and ass again. Gently pushing his thumb against my ass hole and squeezing my balls. I was in heaven.

“You like having your balls pulled,” asked Tom?

I said, “yes sir.”

I watched as John tied a loop in the rope and hung the first 5 lb weight. My balls were pulled straight out behind me. He smiled at me and picked up another 5 lb weight. My balls were definitely feeling the pull now. It was starting to hurt. I couldn’t do much. I wiggled around a bit and tried leaning backwards. But my collar was attached to the table and I couldn't move more than an inch. All my wigging only made the weights move up and down a bit.

My hands were bound in the leather pouches attached to the collar around my neck. I tried to grab the collar, or anything, but it was useless. I was helpless and couldn’t do anything. John hung another weight.

Then I felt Tom leaning up against my hip and ass. He had his hands on my back. It took me a second to figure out what he was doing. He had stepped over the rope and was straddling it. His hands were on my shoulder now. He was leaning into me and over my back. I could feel his cock and balls on my ass crack. He thrust a few times and I could feel his dick moving up and down on my back.

He leaned back and I felt an icy trickle go down the crack of my ass, down to my asshole. It was lube. Tom used his penis to work the lube into my asshole. After more lube and rubbing he pushed his way into me.

“Add some more weights,” he said to John.

John picked up a 10 lb weight and smiled at me. I watched him very slowly lower the weight onto the rope. At the same time, Tom started thrusting his giant cock deep into my hole. I don’t know what hurt more. My asshole stretching out to receive his dick, or the pull on my balls. I could feel the pull on my balls deep inside my guts. I started groaning and moaning in pain.

Things quickly went from bad to worse. John kept adding weights. I just couldn’t stand it. Tom was thrusting harder and harder into my asshole. With each thrust he was pushing me forward against the weights. “More weight,” he yelled, “rip this fuckers balls off while I fuck his brains out!”

John picked up another 10 lb weight. I started yelling and begging. “No, no, too much”. I was getting frantic, struggling. But there was no place to go, nothing I could do to stop them. John added the weight and my balls hurt so bad.

I watched John walk over to the table in front of the couch and pick up a pack of cigarettes. I watched him light the cigarette and walk around behind us.

Tom yelled, “Burn the little fucker, burn him good.” Just then I felt the intense heat of the cigarette come down on my stretched balls. I was screaming and crying in agony. Tom kept pounding my ass. And then the intense heat again. John was grinding another cigarette out on my balls.

I closed my eyes, all I could do was try and breathe through the pain.

More quietly now I heard Tom whispering, “Burn him more.”

John ground out his cigarettes on me again and again. I don’t know how many times he did it. I lost track of time and I couldn’t count, I was in too much pain. I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I was clenching all my muscles. I was just trying to endure it.

Tom suddenly went rigid for a second, then he was trusting again. He had just shot his giant load into my ass. He thrust a few more times but he was slowing down now. “Again,” he whispered. And again John ground out his cigarette on my balls for a final time.

Tom finally stopped and pulled out. My ass was throbbing. But I didn’t even notice. The pain in my balls and groin were still there and that was all I could think about.

My eyes were still closed and I was just trying to breathe. Then the weight on my balls was gone. I was shaking from the pain. I took a few deep breaths and tried to relax. I opened my eyes to see Tom standing in front of me lifting the weights up. It was over. I felt John behind me gently rubbing my balls and cleaning my ass with a towel.

Then I heard John say, “My turn”.

My blood ran cold. OH SHIT. I screamed, “No…..”

I looked forward to see Tom gently lowering the weights back down. The pain was back.

I felt more lube dripping down my crack and onto my hole, then John’s dick was in my ass crack. I started begging for them to stop.

“I am tired of hearing its mouthing off. Shove a gag, or your dick, into his pie hole,” John said.

Tom grabbed a ball gag from the wall and shoved it into my mouth.

While he was doing this John had been rubbing his cock against my ass hole. It was now huge and rock hard. He finally shoved it into my hole. He was bigger than Tom. He was ripping me open. I closed my eyes again and I was screaming into the gag. I was straining against the pain. I was trying to manage it. I was straining my mussels. I was pulling and struggling against my collar.

Then I felt something else. Tom had walked around behind me and I felt him holding and feeling my balls. They were so tight from the weights. Then he started squeezing. I was now screaming. “Just a little pressure for such a big reaction,” said Tom.

John, who was thrusting deep into my ass, started laughing, “Do it again till I cum.”

Tom squeezed again, harder. I was shaking uncontrollably. There was a ringing in my head. I was going to pass out. I felt Tom hold my balls in the palm of his hand and slowly start punching them. I don’t know if I passed out or not. All I can remember is pain.

Things ended quickly I think, I don’t really know. It is hard to remember. John shot his load and Tom stopped squeezing and punching. The weights were off my balls. My eyes were still closed, I wasn't listening. I was just trying to breathe. My ears were still ringing.

Slowly my breathing calmed down. I was suddenly cold and shaking. My face and the table were covered in drool and sweat. The ringing in my ears slowly subsided.

I opened my eyes to see John taking the weights off the rope. Tom must be behind me holding the rope and taking the weight off me. When the weights were off the rope, I felt Tom untying my balls. They were so sore. As the tie came off I experienced new pain as the blood returned to my balls, it hurt so bad. But it was finally over. Tom leaned down on top of me and hugged me.

“Just leave him there,” John said. Tom got up and the two of them went back over to the couch and curled up in each other's arms.

I just closed my eyes and tried to recover. My balls were sore, and my ass was throbbing. I squirmed around on the table till I found a comfortable place to just rest.

After a while, they came back and untied my collar from the table and stood me up. I still had the leg spreader on so I couldn’t walk, but they helped me waddle over to the table in front of the couch. I thought we were done.

They had me stand in front of the couch and sit down on the coffee table facing the couch. As I layed back on to the table they started pulling my legs up into the air. What was going on?

I tried to grunt out a question though the gag in my mouth.

“Just shut up, we don’t care about anything you have to say.” John said.

I looked up and saw it. There was a chain hanging down from the ceiling above my head. Tom stood on the table next to me and fastened a rope through the chain and a loop on the spreader bar. He didn’t pull my legs up very far. But it was enough. I was now laying on the table with my legs pulled up and towards my head, my ass and crouch fully exposed to them again.

Tom started massaging my sore balls and stroking my cock. I lifted my head and I could see John sitting on the couch, he was lighting a cigar. My dick started getting hard.

My nuts were still sore from the weights. Tom's massaging was quickly getting rougher and rougher. He started pulling on my nuts and squeezing them.

Then I felt the heat. John was touching his cigar next to my ass hole. It was a sharp pain as he slowly ground it out. I moaned in pain but all I could do was just sit there and take it. I couldn’t help myself, my dick was getting rock hard.

Tom sat down and said, “Look at his dick. Burn him and he gets hard. Such a nice little pain piggy.”

John asked, “You want a cigar?”

“Yes, please,” said Tom.

I knew what was coming now. Part of me really wanted this. Part of me had been fearing this all night long. My dick betrayed me, it was rock hard. My heart started beating faster.

I lifted my head again and I could see Tom and John sitting on the couch smoking their cigars. The smell of cigar smoke filled my noise.

John walked around the table and stood above my head with his cigar in his mouth. He removed the gag from my mouth. “Open up,” he said.

John squatted down and shoved his balls into my mouth. “Suck them nice and slow. If you bite, I will castrate you!”

Just then I felt Tom’s cigar. He was dragging its red hot tip between my ass hole and my balls. He was going very slowly.

John’s balls were huge and filled my mouth. I could taste the salt from his sweat. I sucked on them and tried to move my tongue around.

John said, “That's it, suck them good.”

He was now sitting on my face. He was putting more and more of his weight on my face. I couldn’t breath from my mouth and the pressure was now making it hard to breath through my nose. I was starting to gag now. I started struggling for breath.

John said, “Don’t fucking stop, SUCK!”

I then felt a cigar on my balls slowly burning.

John yelled, “SUCK!”

I then felt Tom’s cigar again. He was pushing his cigar directly on my ass hole now.

Tom said, “I am going to fucking burn you ass hole then fuck you again!”

John lifted his weight a little allowing me to get a full breath. But it didn’t last. His weight was back on my face. My mouth was full of saliva. I couldn’t swallow with his balls in my mouth. I started gagging.

Tom started burning me for real. He was grinding out his cigar right on my ass hole.

John yelled, “YEA, fucking burn him!”

I was starting to get frantic now. I was gagging and fighting for air. I tried to turn my head and push his balls out of my mouth, but his weight on my face made this impossible. I couldn’t help myself. I tried to swallow, but I bit down slightly.

John ripped his balls out of my mouth. “YOU MOTHER FUCKER!” he said.

I looked up to see him pull is fist back and punch me in the balls. The pain. I can’t describe it. Then he did it again, and again. Each time harder and harder.

“Take that you FUCKER. Don’t EVER bite down on me again. If you can’t breathe, then just pass out. I don’t fucking care. Just take it.” John said.

The pain was indescribable. I tried to double over but it was impossible to move. My first thoughts were that he had ruptured one of my testicles. I was going to puke.

Tom started laughing. I then felt John’s cigar. He had grabbed my cock. It had long ago gone flaccid from the pain. He slowly ground out his cigar on the head of my dick.

“Fucker!” John said.

Tom said, “let's take a break. I could use some food.”

John said, “O.K. Let's take him down”.

I then felt them letting my legs down. They removed the leg cuffs and spreader bar. They helped me to sit up. My balls were so sore and the burns on my ass were throbbing. They then unfastened my hands from the collar and removed the leather bags.

We all moved to the couch. I was sitting between them, resting my head on John’s shoulder. I looked up at John’s face and said, “Thank you”.

John leaned forward and we started kissing. Slowly and gently. I felt Tom start to kiss my neck and nibble my ear.

All three of us were cuddling, and kissing each other. Considering what they had just done to me it was hard to believe how I felt. I was so comfortable. I felt safe. I just melted into their arms. This feeling made everything before worth it.

After a while we broke and went into the living room. I sat down at the table.

Tom brought me a large glass of water, I didn’t realize how thirsty I was.

Tom and John went into the kitchen and I heard them talking about heating up some leftovers.

They returned a few minutes later with plates and food.

“Thank you.” I said.

“Your welcome”, said John.

Tom brought in a bottle of wine. We ate, we drank, we talked. It was a great evening.

Some time later, we were still talking over dirty dishes and the doorbell rang.

John went to the front door, “Hey Mike come on in.”

“Thanks for inviting me over.” Mike said.

“So, what have you three been up to.” Mike asks?

“Just playing with our little pain slut,” Tom said.

“You want to take a turn,” John asks?

Mike started grinning. “That would be nice”

John walks over to me and lifts my face, “You are our little pain pig. While you are here, anyone can do anything they want to you. So walk over to Mike and do what he tells you to. Don’t embarrass me or I will make you pay for it.”

I stand up and walk over to Mike. He is sitting on the couch. I stand in front of him with my hands behind my back.

“Come here, let me see what they did to you,” Mike says.

I step closer. He grabs my balls and dick, he starts looking them over.

“Couple nice burns and bruises. I like this one on your cock head. And what is this?” Mike was feeling underneath my balls. “Turn around and bend over.”

I turn around and bend over, grabbing my legs with my hands.

“Pull your ass cheeks apart,” He says.

I reach behind and pull my ass cheeks open. Showing off my hole.

I feel Mike's finger exploring the burns by my hole.

“Oh, nice. Well, let's add to these, shall we. Turn around, hands behind your back.”

I turn around and spread my legs. Hands behind my back.

I am stand over Mike, looking down at him. I watch as he pulls a big pipe from his pants pocket.

I watch as he slowly fills the pipe with tobacco from a small pouch.

While Mike has been doing this, John has brought some drinks over and sits down next to Mike. Tom walks up behind me and I feel him put my hands back into the leather bags. He reattaches the collar around my neck and ties my hands to it again.

“That looks nice,” said Mike.

Tom hands a thick black string to Mike. I watch as Mike starts tying up my balls very tightly. I wince and breathe in sharply. The burns on my balls hurt.

Tom is still behind me, he presses against my back, hugging me while reaching around to my chest. He grabs my nipples and starts gently squeezing them. He starts kissing and nibbling my neck and ear.

When Mike is done he leans back, puts his pipe between his lips and flicks his Zippo lighter to life. I watch as he slowly puts the lighter over the top of his pipe and takes a drag. The tobacco in the pipe glows to life and starts smoldering. With each drag, the bowel of the pipe glows red.

Mike slowly blows out a cloud of smoke. The smell of the pipe smoke fills my nose. My dick betrays me again, it starts getting hard again.

Tom slowly starts pinching and twisting my nipples harder. Mike leans forward and grabs my nuts. He holds the pipe in the palm of his left hand, he positions it under my nuts and uses his thumb to slowly push my right nut into the glowing bowel.

The embers are hot and my ball starts to burn. He takes a deep drag on the pipe. The embers glow red hot and the pain makes me inhale deeply and I try pulling back. Tom pulls back on me squeezing my nipples hard. He shoves my crouch forward, making me arch my back backwards.

Mike takes the pipe away and the burning stops.

I look over to see John on the couch with a rock hard dick. I feel Tom’s rock hard dick in my ass crack.

Mike leaned forward again and grabbed my balls. He has the pipe in his right hand now and brings it under my nuts. This time he uses his thumb to push my left nut into the pipe. The smoke from the pipe curls up my chest and into my face. He takes a deep drag and my left nut is burning. Tom continues to hold me from behind and pushes my crotch towards Mike.

Mike digs his thumb into my nut and shoves it deep into the pipe. Mike says, “I can fucking taste your burning nut in my pipe.” He takes another deep drag. I am crying out in pain.

Mike takes turns shoving different parts on my balls into his pipe. Finally the pipe is almost burned out and he releases my roasted nuts. He stands up and grabs the back of my head, he kisses me, blowing the last of his smoke into my mouth. I inhale the smoke from my burned balls and try not to cough.

Mike sits back down next to John. He starts making out with John. Tom continues to hold me and continues squeezing my nipples. I turn my head and we start kissing. He releases my right nipple and grabs my cock. He starts stroking me. I glance over to the couch and John has Mike's pants unzipped and is stroking him too.

After a few minutes, John asks, “You want fuck our little pain piggy?”

Mike says, “Yes.”

Tom releases me and stands back. My cock is hard from Tom’s attention. Now we all four walk to the back of the house and into the playroom. Tom led me to the swing in the corner and helpes me lay down in it. Not an easy thing with my hands still fastened to the collar around my neck. After a bit of pushing and pulling my ass is hanging over the end of the swing and my feet are up in the stirrups.

Mike walks over to me and looks down at me from between my legs. His cock was thick and veined. He grabs the sides of the swing and leans down. He starts kissing me again. I feel his cock and my cock are rubbing against each other.

He finally stands back up and grabs the bottle of lube. He shoves my legs apart and pulls open my ass checks. He lubes my ass up. My hole is on fire. The burns on my ass hole are killing me. Mike shoves his cock into my hole and I cry out in agony.

While Mike starts pounding my ass, John stands next to me and reaches down to twist and pinch my nipples. After a few minutes he walked away. Mike continued to pound my ass.

When John comes back he is smoking a cigarette. He touched the cigarette to my nipple.

Mike said, “Fucking yea, burn him. Fucking burn him!”

John then grinds the cigarette out on my right nipple. I am twisting and turning trying to get away from him. Mike continues pounding me harder and deeper. “Do it again, he said”.

John re-lights the cigarette and takes a couple of drags. I was bouncing around in the swing from the pounding to my ass. But John did it somehow. He grinds out the cigarette on my left nipple.

I cried out in agony again and that was it. Mike pulls out and shot his load all over my stomach.

Finally the evening was over.

Mike cleaned himself up and got dressed. After I had some time to recover John and Tom helped me out of the swing. The collar and the hand restraints finally came off and they helped me get clean.

Mike walked over to me and gave me a big bear hug and a deep long kiss. He then looked me in the eyes and said, “That was fun. Let's do it again sometime.”

Tom, John and Mike talked for a few minutes and then Mike left. After a few minutes of cleaning we went to the master bedroom and fell asleep in each other's arms. I was in the middle. John spooned me from behind and Tom’s arm was resting on my side.

The next morning Tom and John were up before me. They let me sleep in.

When I finally got up I went into the bathroom and found some bandages and burn cream laying out for me. I patched myself up as best I could and then started looking for something to wear. But my clothes were still outside in the car, where I had left them last night. So I walked into the kitchen naked.

I found them at the kitchen table talking and drinking coffee.

“Hi.” I said.

“Hey there sleepy head,” said Tom. “How did you sleep?”

“Best sleep in a long time,” I said.

“Come in, sit. Do you want some coffee or breakfast?”

“Coffee would be great,” I said.

We sat and talked.

“Tom and I have been talking,” said John. “We really like playing with you and we have been thinking about adding a third to our relationship for a while. Are you interested?”

I was shocked. I hadn’t been expecting this. I had only considered John and Tom play partners up to now. I had fantasized about being a live-in slave to someone, but it had only ever been fantasies. I had never thought it might actually happen. “What kind of relationship are you thinking of?”

“Well,” said Tom, “we will have to negotiate this a bit. We would first want to do a trial run to make sure this would work out. We have a guest room in the back that would be yours. When you aren’t tied up in the playroom,” he smiled

We talked for a while and made plans. Finally Tom agreed to take me home. I was still naked when I walked out of the house to the car. While I was dressing in the driveway I asked Tom, “Will I be able to wear my clothes into the house next time?”

Without looking at me Tom said, “Probably not. John is going to keep you naked and expose most of the time. I doubt he will ever let you wear clothes in the house.”

That statement hit me hard. Up till that moment, thinking about being there live in slave had been a fantasy, a game. But what we were talking about now wasn’t either of those. It felt very real suddenly.

On the drive home I thought deeply about it. Tom and John were sadists. They enjoyed torturing and hurting me. My body would pay a heavy toll for this. Injuries and abuse. I don’t think they would let things get too far out of hand. My life wasn’t in danger, but my body certainly was.

Tom dropped me off and I went in to start a few weeks of recovery and to really think about what they were offering me.