They prepare for their threesome

Josh puts his thong back on and follows Melanie back to the computer to look at the message.

Wow, what a bunch of sluts. I'm gonna have fun with you.

Send the address and be ready for me this time next Saturday.

Melanie asks Josh, "are you sure? Once I send the message, it's on."

"Send it," he affirms. Melanie types her address and sends the reply.

"Well, we're having a threesome," she says. Josh smiles at Melanie.

By now it's late afternoon, and Josh and Melanie are ready to take a break. They order in some food for a late lunch, open a bottle of wine, and start to chat.

"So how did you find your first snowball?" Melanie asks. "Are you feeling more comfortable for next weekend?"

Desperately searching for an explanation less embarrassing than "the Toxic Masculinity Reform Czar made me do it," Josh tries to justify it as him being submissive.

"It was...I won't say I liked eating cum, but I felt a twinge of excitement at you forcing it into my mouth," Josh stammers, "and when you made me show it to you and swallow it, and when you made fun of me afterwards."

"We make a good match," Melanie laughs, "me quietly dominant, you quietly submissive."

"Yeah," Josh says, almost believing what he says. "Sounds like I'd better watch out next weekend, since I don't think you're going to dominate this guy."

"Hah, maybe," Melanie responds. "But I think he's going to keep me a bit too busy to start bossing you around."

"We'll find out. Anyway, I'd better get going; thanks for the fun afternoon," Josh says.

"And thanks for the next one!" Melanie replies.

Josh heads home, wondering whether he will find the Czar waiting for him. But he doesn't; his trip is uneventful, though when he does arrive home, he finds something rather unnerving: a cupcake, covered in drops of frosting made to resemble cum, and topped with a small penis-shaped candle, seemingly just lit, as the candle's cockhead is yet to melt away. He searches every room to see if the Czar is somewhere around, but he doesn't find her. He still has no idea how she knows what happened, how she managed to get in and out with this creepy cupcake at the last minute without him noticing, or why she's playing these mind-games with him. But he tries to put it to one side and get on with his life.

Josh blows out the candle, and for some bizarre reason decides to try the cupcake. It turns out to be somehow cum-flavored, and he spits it into the trashcan, throwing the rest of the Czar's "gift" after it.

At least he can live normally until Saturday. But then, the clock is ticking, so he'd better make the most of the session. If Josh doesn't catch up then, getting close to completing the six tasks that he's missed, then he'll really be in trouble.

He tries to put this aside and get on with his week. Eventually, though, Saturday morning comes, and it's no longer possible to ignore. Lunch comes and goes, and it's time to get ready. He showers and gets dressed, putting on his thong and covering himself in comfortable clothes. Little point in making too much effort when he's just going to take them off again.

He heads to Melanie's apartment, where she is also getting ready. When Josh arrives, she is in the same skimpy lingerie as before, and he strips down to his own thong in solidarity.

They discuss what they will do when the guy arrives.

"Do we get straight into it, do you think? Or do we introduce ourselves and offer him a drink and just generally try be nice to start with?" Melanie asks.

"He seems like one who's straight to business," Josh speculates. "Do we go straight to our knees like in the photo? It feels a little bit silly and ****."

"Maybe not," responds Melanie thoughtfully. "Maybe let's just both be there at the door and see how it goes."

They both chatter like schoolchildren discussing their first date plans, neither having much idea of what to do, until eventually the doorbell rings. She opens the door and both Josh and Melanie look up and down. He is at least eight inches taller than either of them, and both their eyes briefly fixate on the large bulge inside his pants.

He laughs.

"It's always the same. Anyway, I see you two didn't want to waste time," he says, seeing them standing dumbstruck in their skimpy underwear, exposed to the corridor, "so why don't we continue in private."

He then starts walking in, jolting Josh and Melanie out of their stupor, Melanie in astonishment at the man who will soon be sharing her, and Josh in shock at what he's got himself into; they lead him to the living room.

"So I'm Mark," he says; "normally people ask me my name at some point, but then most people aren't as cock-drunk as you two. Kind of unexpected from a straight guy, but then most husbands are a bit shocked when they see the real thing. Or boyfriend?"

"Uhh...friend..." Josh stammers.

"Oh, fuck buddies, then? Does he get you off?" Mark asks, looking at Melanie.

"Yeah, basically," she replies, not sure what to say.

"So that's a no," continues Mark. "Well, tonight you're going to learn something. Why don't you tell me, why did you ask me to come here?"

"Well, I've never had a threesome before, and Josh offered to give it a try," Melanie answers.

"Good man," Mark responds, looking at Josh. "You know when to call in the experts. But why me?"

"Well," Melanie answers, "your big cock was the big thing, and I liked how assertive you were."

"You want to be dominated by my big cock?" Mark asks.

"Well...yes," answers Melanie, blushing.

"Say it," orders Mark, firmly.

"I want you to dominate me with your big cock," Melanie repeats.

"Well, it comes as a package, you know. And I'm not convinced that bitch-boy here really wants it," he says, without looking at Josh. "If you two want to convince me, then you'd better beg."