Bruce

"I can explain," you said. Carrie looked at you angrily.

"You damn well better, Junior."

"I'm in a BDSM relationship with a man." There was a pause, and Carrie started to laugh loudly.

"Little Junior found himself a Master?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes, I have. It's nothing serious, we just meet up every couple of weeks. Supposed to tonight." Carrie looked at you. A little skeptically. A little curious. A little lustfully.

"Show me. Take me with you tonight."

***

You took Carrie to a non-descript warehouse on the wrong side of town. This was only a block from where the last body was found, Carrie thought to herself. You knocked on the door, six times, and gave the password. You took Carrie with you to the last room on the right, and put on your hood, the rope resting on your back.

Ten minutes later, your Master came out. His name was Bruce. He took the rope, typing your hands behind your back. He was large, Carrie thought, large enough to have done all this himself. Maybe Bruce and Junior? She shook the thought from her head.

It took a few minutes until she could place it, watching him disrobe, but for his own leather hood and gloves. It was hard to tell, but he looked similar to your dad. Same build. Same hairiness. Same endowment. She watched as Bruce spanked you with a leather paddle. She'd always thought there was something off about you wanting her to fuck your dad. She wondered if you'd always wanted to be on the receiving end yourself. Your coo of hunger as Bruce pushed his cock into your ass was answer enough.

She took her dildo from her purse, focusing on the clit as she took in the male-on-male sex in front of her. Your tiny, pink cock throbbed almost continuously. You came three times in the first half hour before it started to flag, all the while the bear male's 8.5 inch cock claiming your ass. Carrie had better control over you, synchronizing her orgasm with him pulling out and spraying his cum across your back.

She felt a little better about you, but you were still suspect.