Two are better

"Good," he said. "Now get dressed. They're waiting for you."

"Where?" I asked.

"Great hall. Ground floor." The old cook wiped his hands on his apron. "Big M has arrived with Madame."

Madame Vivienne's name made my stomach clench. I hadn't seen her since this morning, when she'd put the pink collar on me and sent me to the cafeteria like something to be used. Now she wanted to see me. It wasn't good news. It was an evaluation.

The large room was a former warehouse. Concrete floor. No furniture. Just the carpet, a metal chair pushed against the wall, and a camera on a tripod pointed toward the center.

Madame Vivienne was standing near the camera, her impeccable black suit, her platinum bun, an unlit cigar between two fingers. She didn't look at me when I entered. She was looking at the camera monitor, as if already checking the shot.

Big M sat on the metal chair. His tattooed arms crossed over his chest, the gold chain gleaming under the neon lights. He watched me walk in. He didn't smile. He jerked his chin toward the carpet.

"Come here, Lorenzo."

I approached the edge of the carpet. My knees were still shaking. I didn't know whether to kneel or stand. I waited.

Madame Vivienne spoke without looking up from the monitor. "Today is the day of the midterm evaluation. You've completed the red collar week. You've started the pink collar week. Anal adaptation. As you may have read on the Big Me message board, we recommended double penetration." Finally, she looked up. Her gray eyes pierced me as if I were transparent. "It's important for your final score. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Madame."

"It's not a recommendation." Big M rose from his chair. The chair scraped the concrete. "It's a requirement. If you can't take two dicks at once, your value goes down. And if your value goes down, we won't place you."

"We won't place you" meant staying here. Or worse.

"Three more men are coming soon," Big M said. "Three who've never used you before. I want to see how you take them." He leaned closer and took my chin between two fingers. The skin on his hands was rough. "Is the XL plug still in?"

"Yes."

"Good. Take it out."

I pulled my leggings down to my knees. The plug came out with a wet sound, and I felt the cold air of the room enter me. My legs parted a little on their own, as if my body knew what it wanted before my head did. I held the plug in my hand, dripping wet, and didn't know where to put it.

"Leave it on the carpet," Madame Vivienne said. "You'll need it later."

I placed it on the edge of the black carpet. The latex gleamed under the neon. Then I stood there, my leggings at my knees, my bare ass facing the door, my pink neck tightening around my throat.

The door opened. Three men. I'd never seen them before. One was tall and thin, with dark skin and a scar across his eyebrow. One was short and stocky, with broad shoulders and huge hands. The third was younger, perhaps twenty-five, with red eyes and a smile that boded ill.

None of the three spoke. They lined up near the door, as if waiting for an order. Big M gestured toward the carpet.

"Kneel in the center. On your back. Legs open."

I knelt. Then I let myself fall backward, my back against the carpet, my legs spread toward the ceiling. The concrete beneath the carpet was cold. The neon lights burned my eyes. From that position, I could only see the ceiling beams and the silhouettes of the three men moving around me.

“First we open you up,” said Big M. “Then we fill you up.”

I felt his hands on my thighs. His fingers were greasy with something, maybe oil, maybe just sweat. He slid them down the inside of my thigh, slowly, until he reached my anus. He pressed one finger inside me without asking. Then two. My knuckles opening, my sphincter giving way because it had already been open all day, because my body had learned to let in.

"Look how it opens," Big M said. Not to me. To the other three. "This is training week. It had nothing to do with it before. Now look, it's much better."

He inserted a third finger. I felt the stretching, the burning mingling with the pleasure, and a moan escaped my throat without permission. My hands closed on the carpet. I had nothing to hold on to. Only the rough fabric beneath my fingers.

“Four,” said Big M, and inserted his fourth finger.

The pain was a widening circle. My thighs trembled. My cock inside the silver cage pressed against the metal, hard and useless, and every time Big M's fingers moved, I felt the cage tighten. I couldn't come. I couldn't even touch myself. I could only lie there, open, and let them prepare me.

"Now the first one," Madame Vivienne said. Her voice came from behind the camera. "Only one. I want to see how he takes it."

The young man with the red eyes knelt between my legs. He unzipped his pants. His cock slid out, dark, already hard, and it looked enormous from that position. He didn't wait. He leaned against the entrance and pushed.

He entered all at once. My body was so open under Big M's fingers that I didn't resist. I felt only the filling, the heat, the weight pressing me against the carpet. His balls slapped against my ass. His hands gripped my hips.

"Tell me," said Big M.

"One," I said.

The young man began to thrust. Rhythmic, fast, graceless. Each thrust made me slide a few centimeters on the carpet. The neon light passed over my eyes at regular intervals. I counted the thrusts in my head, but not out loud, because he hadn't asked me to. Only the number of men. That was it.

"Do you like it?" the young man asked. His voice was hoarse. "Do you like taking cock?"

"Yes," I said. "Yes, sir."

"Say it better."

"I like taking cock. I like being filled."

I heard Madame Vivienne typing something. The clacking of a keyboard. I couldn't see it, but I could hear it. She was taking notes. She was considering my response.

"That's enough," Big M said when the second one was finished. "You've opened up enough. It's time for the double."

My heart stopped for a second. I knew it was coming. They'd told me. But knowing it and feeling it were two different things.

"The third man lies on his back on the carpet. His cock is straight and hard.

"Sit down and let him in with a little light," said Big M. "And I'll take you. Together."

"It doesn't fit," I said. My voice came out thin. "Not everything fits."

Big M laughed. A short, heatless sound. "It's okay. It's okay. Your ass has been stretched open all day for this. The XL plug wasn't for pleasure. It was to prepare you for me."

I sit on the man's cock lying on the carpet and his dick disappears inside me, all the way down to his balls. Big m.a.s. points his big dick at me from behind.

I felt his hands on my buttocks. He spread them. Then I felt the tip of his cock against my anus, above the spot where the third man's cock was already pressing. Two pressures in the same place. Impossible. My whole body tensed, a rope stretching until it snapped.

“Relax,” said Big M. “If you tense up, you tear.”

I tried. I breathed. I let go of my thighs, my buttocks, my throat. And I felt the third man's cock enter, slowly, and then the tip of Big M's pressing against the edge of my sphincter, pushing, demanding space where there was no room.

The pain came white. A flash that shot from my back to my throat. I screamed. Not a moan. A real scream, which bounced off the ceiling beams and came back.

"More," Madame Vivienne said. Her voice was calm. "Push again."

Big M pushed. His cock went in an inch, then two. I felt the third man inside me, still, and Big M's cock making room next to him. Two cocks in the same hole. My body wasn't made for this. My body was tearing apart. Yet, beneath the pain, I felt something opening. A space I didn't know I had. A place where both could fit.

“There,” said Big M. “That’s it.”

They began to move. One in while the other pulled out. A rhythm that wasn't rhythm, but a sequence of fillings, emptyings, and fillings. The third man's cock pressed against my inner wall, and Big M's spread me apart on the other side, and between the two of them there was nothing left of me. Just flesh opening.

"Tell me," said Big M.

"Three," I said. My voice was shaking. "Three men."

"No. Count the thrusts. Out loud."

"One. Two. Three. Four."

The third man came first. I felt his cock throbbing inside me, the heat building upon the heat, and then he pulled out, leaving only Big M. His cock now had all the space, and he used it. He pushed all the way in, and my body took him completely, no longer resisting, as if it had been made for this.

“Look how he takes it,” said Big M. “Look.”

I felt the camera move. Madame Vivienne was changing the shot. She wanted my face. She wanted my open mouth, my eyes, the pink collar tightening around my throat.

"Say your name," said Madame Vivienne. "Say who you are."

"I'm Lorenzo," I said. "I'm a sissy."

"And what are you?"

"I'm a hole. I'm an ass to be filled. I'm a thing to be used."

The words came out of me. I didn't think them. I said them because he asked me to, and because saying them made me feel less alone in the pain. As if giving a name to who I was made it bearable.

Big M came with a grunt that escaped his chest. His cock throbbed inside me, and I felt the heat joining that of the other two, seeping out when he pulled back, soaking the carpet beneath me. I lay there, open, my legs still in the air, the juices of three men pouring out of me.

No one told me to close my legs. No one told me to get up. I remained as I was, on the carpet, while Madame Vivienne turned off the camera and Big M got dressed.

"Good," Madame Vivienne said. "I'll keep track of the score." The keyboard clicked. "Double penetration is complete. The midterm score is high." She paused. "Tomorrow, piercings. Tattoos. And we'll give you a new name."

"And the collar?" I asked. My voice came out raspy. "The tag's still empty."

Madame Vivienne looked down at me. The unlit cigar between her fingers. "The name on the tag is chosen by whoever wants you. Not me. Not you." She turned toward the door. "Clean up. The next shift is at seven."

The door closed. Big M followed her out without looking at me. The three men had already disappeared. I was left alone in the large room, on the black carpet, my legs still spread and the juice dripping down my thighs.

The XL plug was still on the edge of the carpet. I looked at it. Then I looked at the wall, where there were no notches, because the notches were in the cafeteria, and that was a different room. But the number was the same. Three men. Forty-five in total. The number in my head, the only thing that was mine.

I sat up. My body ached in a new way, a pain that wasn't just pain anymore. I pulled up my leggings, which were wet and cold. The pink collar constricted my throat. The empty golden medallion banged against my collarbone.

Before leaving, I picked up the plug from the carpet. I didn't know why. Maybe because they'd told me to. Maybe because it was the only thing I could take with me.