You are invited into their kink.

After only three beers and what was a regular opening of a night on a bar crawl Paul got a bit maudlin and serious. You play with the frost on your glass making patterns in the solid condensation and watch him. "What's up buddy?" You ask him. You know him well enough to know there's something troubling him.

He sighs, "It's Livvy...." His voice tails off and his shoulders slump.

"Aw fuck man! Is she having an affair or something?" You ask.

He actually laughs, "if only it was that easy, dude. I'd drop her like a flaming dog turd if it was that." He shakes his head. "I know I'd hurt for a while, a long time, but.....it's complicated." He continues.

"So what is it?" You enquire.

He takes a deep breath. "I love her so much man," he tells you what you already know, "but we've had this talk and she's not being satisfied by me." He gulps.

You look puzzled. You knew Paul was hung, a fat seven inches, you'd been compared when you'd had a threesome with a college girl at a party. Yours was a bigger nine but not with that girth. The college girl preferred Paul's and he never let you forget it.

"That's bullshit man, we both know you've got more than most in your jeans." You protest his statement as fantasy.

"No not like that." He adds, "It's a dominance thing."

This is getting more confusing. "So let her spank your ass you dumbass!" You laugh trying to lighten the mood. He shakes his head. You look at him seeing you got that wrong. "OK. So, dominate her ass." You shrug your shoulders, trying another theory.

He swigs his beer, gulps down a mouthful and looks at you. "You don't get it." He tells you. "You know I don't." You smile. "Please mate, clarify."

He takes another deep breath and starts his explanation. "She wants to be dominated but not by me. She wants me to hear and sometimes see her getting fucked." He stops, this is clearly difficult for him, even though you've had stranger conversations than this. "But not just fucked. Destroyed, hammered into submission, humiliated, treated like a dumb group of pleasure holes."

Your reply is simple, shocked and doesn't hide the fact that your mind is whirring with confused thoughts. "Oh!"

You stare into space, you wonder how Livvy got so nasty, how she could be so cruel to Paul......Wait a minute!

You snap back into consciousness "Wait a minute, why are you telling me this? You're not going to stand for this shit are you?" Your mouth is dry so you take a big gulp of foamy beer and order two more.

Your bestie shakes his head and looks directly at you. "Bud, I've thought long and hard about this. I actually like the idea that another guy is going to use her as a fuckdoll. It's the only thought I've been jerking off to since she told me this. I'm telling you because I trust you. I'm telling you because I know you can do this for me," he half smiles as he thinks of his beautiful partner, "for us."

"What?!" You're amazed. Not only was your best friend admitting their fantasies he was expecting you to use his amazing girlfriend as a worthless slut.

"Are you sure about this Paul?" You ask him in a very serious tone.

Silently he nods. "You're going to stay over at mine tonight and establish yourself as her abuser, her dominator, her master." He says nothing else as the beers arrive and he finishes the dregs of one glass and gulps the first, cold frothy mouthful of the next.

"Wow!" You exhale. "Erm, are there any rules, safe words?" You enquire.

"You talk to Livvy about that," he tells you. You nod.