They skipped the movie.

An hour later, Mark sat in Allison’s one-bedroom apartment. His hands were cuffed to the radiator so that he was sprawled face up on a lime green bean bag chair. One of his ankles was cuffed to the bed, the other to a clunky old file drawer.

Mark was wearing only boxer shorts. They weren’t his—he didn’t own boxer shorts—but that’s what he was wearing when they pulled off his jeans, before he’d let them them cuff his ankles. Wearing someone else’s underwear was disconcerting.

He watched as Allison stood, just a few feet from him, wearing the same peasant skirt as before. She was looking in the other direction, toward her bed. Her blouse was gone, so Mark looked at her back, at the muscles that she’d worked on even after giving up gymnastics. He admired how her winged scapulae moved like birds when she moved her arms. Allison was looking down at Kiara, who was naked and sprawled across a four poster bed. Kiara’s wrists and ankles were bound to the wooden posts by neatly tied sashes.

Mark was angled so that he could see the thin slit of Kiara’s hairless pussy. He knew that labia were usually more visible. He didn’t have a preference about labia or about hair; he’d made her hairless in the coach’s office for no particular reason. Maybe because he could, and he knew it’d be easy and perfectly done. In his previous life, during his occasional forays with other girls, he’d been so appreciative and rushed that his thoughts and opinions were garbled.

Now, he sat quietly. He couldn’t move. He tried to speak but no words came out. He could see Kiara’s pubic mound trail into a thin, muscled gulley that led up to those wonderful breasts. Tied to the bed of a near stranger, Kiara looked perfectly calm. Of course she‘s calm, he thought to himself, she can do anything she wants.

Mark tried to recall how he’d gotten in this situation. Much of the action occurred an hour earlier, out of his earshot. He’d drunk a beer while answering texts, while they grabbed away in the kitchen. Something about Greece, so presumably Kiara had relayed some version of the story about his gallantry in the face of her supposed virginity. There’d been something about Allison becoming the Girl Scout version of an Eagle Scout, and that she’d gotten really good at knots and eating cookies, which had propelled the two of them into uproarious laughter. He wondered how the two women had gotten so close so quickly, but then he recalled that such a feat is simplified when one is an actual magician.

A few minutes before he’d gotten tied up, he’d returned from the bathroom, wondering if he should have another beer. They were kissing. Allison had turned red and backed off. Mark had motioned for them to continue.

Kiara asked Allison to leave the room for a minute.

“Mark, do you want to go home?”

“No!”

“Would you like to watch?”

“Sure.”

“And only watch?”

“Fine.”

“No thrusting, no cumming, no fucking, no touching?”

Smiling, Mark nodded.

“Nothing unless she specifically asks for it. She’ll be in control.” Kiara paused. “Is that something you’d wish for?”

“Bring it on,” Mark replied.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well, Mark,“ she whispered to him, “we happened across a bisexual virgin who is ready to explore some of your kinks.”

Kinks? Mark thought to himself. I don’t have kinks!

Kiara spoke louder, calling Allison back into the room. “I think this is everybody’s lucky day.”

Soon afterward, Mark had found himself on the bean bag chair with his wrists cuffed. Mark happily let the girls pull off his jeans and cut off his t shirt with a knife from the kitchen. He was left in the boxers.

Not long after, Allison had successfully used her Girl Scout skills to tie a naked Kiara to her bed.

Once tied, Kiara gave instructions.

“Alli, the boy can be the appetizer. Check him out.”

Allison turned, quickly covering her own naked chest with her palms. Oh, that’s right, Mark thought, she’s shy and inexperienced. Which is kinda funny since she’s just tied up two near-strangers.

Sizing up the situation, Allison let her hands drop.

Nice tits, Mark thought to himself.

“Alli, feel his cock through his boxers.”

Allison did so. She slid her hand up and down the length of his cock. She looked at Kiara. “I like the look of dicks in boxer shorts.”

“I thought you might,” Kiara smiled. ”The little guy looks cramped, Alli. Why don’t you free him up?”

She picked up a knife—the one they’d used to cut off his shirt. She seemed uncertain.

“It’s fine,” Kiara said, “he loves this stuff. Watch his reaction to the knife approaching his balls.”

Mark’s eyes widened. No, he thought, he did not love this stuff! Mark was briefly scared that she’d slip, that she’d get clumsy or become a killer, but he immediately calmed. Instead of twisting away from the knife, or trying to get free or screaming through the gag, Mark found himself arching his pelvis towards the blade. Mark loved the physical changes he’d requested earlier in the day. His longer, harder body tensed, and he liked the look. He was also still amazed at the size of his own cock but also amazed that he was growing even more rigid as one of Allison’s small hands grabbed his dick tightly while the other precisely slid the blade of the knife in the tight space between the boxers and the skin of his upper thigh.

“Wow,” Allison said after she’d cut long slices and peeled free the cotton. “I can see why you’d say it wouldn’t fit. He’s really big.” She looked back at Kiara. “And you were absolutely right. The knife just got him harder. He’s totally docile.”

Mark felt his own trembling, felt the sweat running down his back. His hips couldn’t lunge. He could moan, but quietly. He literally couldn’t move.

She picked up her peasant dress and sat on his lap. He felt satiny wet panties slide along the length of his hard cock. He lay there, frozen.

“He looks like such an alpha male,” Allison began, making Mark smile to himself, “but he gets turned on by being such a pussy. Just about any guy would be trying to ram their junk into me, but he just lies there looking like some Greek statue. Are you sure he’s not gay?” Allison stood and looked down at him.

Kiara shrugged. ”Who knows? I’m sure he’d have told me if he knew he was gay—we tell each other everything. And that hard cock doesn’t look bored. His main kink is being dominated by a strong woman, and he’s dedicated himself today to being your sexual object. Do to him what you will. Anything. And if it makes any difference to you, he’s fine with being teased, and he’s a definite pain whore.”

_Pain whore? What? No, no, no. _Mark thought he was going to scream but instead he had a mini orgasm, a small explosion deep in his pelvis, a spasm without ejaculation. That’s new, he thought to himself. Since when do I have mini orgasms?

Allison went to the kitchen to get wine.

With intense effort, Mark whispered, “I wish to be back in charge.”

“Oh, Alli,” Keira shouted into the next room. “I forgot one thing. Check out my purse. I have surprises.”

A moment later, Allison returned. Mark felt something go around his head. He found himself opening his mouth. A ball gag? What the hell?

“Exactly,” Kiara continued, “our little bitch is made to be seen and not heard.” The girls laughed. “Check him out. I don’t think you’ve spent enough quality time with that bizarrely huge but harmless penis.”

Allison bent down and got very close to Mark’s dick. She touched it with two fingers. It throbbed. He tried to thrust his dick into her face, into her mouth, anywhere. He knew he’d promised he wouldn’t, but he didn’t care. Unfortunately for him, he’d wished not to do those things, to Kiara, and now he was literally unable to do so. He looked at his tied-up naked genie. From his vantage point on the bean bag chair, he could see wetness leak out of Kiara‘s slit as her hips undulated, slowly up and down.

Allison added a third fingertip to his cock and gave the gentlest of tugs. Mark saw that Allison was rubbing herself under her peasant dress.

“Allison, take a good look at his testicles. Aren’t they weird looking?”

Mark watched Allison pick up his sac with a pinch.

“Kinda gross. And they’re not really symmetrical.”

Mark felt a whimper die in his throat. With much effort, he found he could thrust half an inch. He continued to sweat, though he somehow smelled like lilac.

“Allison, return to the cock. Run the tip of your tongue slowly around the widest point of his head, the big fleshy mushroom. Imagine it being good enough to eat.” Mark watched Allison lick with the curious precision that she’d mastered their chemistry lab projects.

Mark thought briefly about how, when they were in lab, she’d seemed perfect, like a china doll. He watched her fingers hold him like a precious jewel and watched her pink tongue glide around his throbbing cockhead. He wanted to pull free of his handcuffs, to grab that beautiful blond head and **** himself into her. He tried desperately to ram himself into her mouth. He wanted to **** her to cum, but even better, to finally cum himself. It had been a long day, and he still hadn’t gotten off.

But he couldn’t move his hands, and his cock could only lunge that tiniest bit. She was able to get the head of his dick into her mouth. Her tongue bathed him.

“Allison, come over here.”

No, no, no, don’t go anywhere!

“Allison, I’d like you to do a couple things.”

Allison pulled away from Mark and blushed. “What?” She turned to Kiara.

“First, I’d love a sip of the wine.”

Allison carefully lifted a wine glass to the prone Kiara.

“Now, take off your clothes. I’d like to see you naked.”

Allison pulled off her skirt and panties

“I like all of your hair.”

“When I quit gymnastics, I decided not to shave for a while. And now it’s been a few years.”

“I love it. Alli, show the cock your pussy.”

Kiara turned, and Mark focused on the wild tangle of blonde pubic hair.

“Don’t look at the boy but do look at the cock. Touch yourself, Alli. Over and over. Wet your fingers. Be sweet to your clit.” She did. “Remember that you’re in charge. Now, gather your juices and cover the head of his cock with the wetness.” She did. “Again. See how hard it gets? Cocks like wetness. Now grab hold of the head with your left hand. It might be slippery but grab it tight. You might need to use your nails under that mushroom part. Now, slap it hard.”

Owww.

“Again.”

Ughgh.

“Notice how pain just gets him harder? He’s a weird one. Now, spank it with your hair brush.”

Mark felt intense pleasure. Why doesn’t this hurt? Why can’t I move? Argh!

“The bristly part, not the flat side.”

“Are you sure, Kiara? I don’t want to hurt the guy.”

“Fair enough. Pull out the ball gag.”

Mark could breath easier.

“Mark,” Kiara began, “please tell us to stop. Remember our safe word—just say genie, and we’ll let you go.”

They’d _never had a fucking safe word. What a bitch. _He struggled to speak but could only gasp.

The girls laughed. Allison slapped his cock lightly with the hairbrush. The bristles, which should have stung, intensified his arousal. She smacked him a bit harder. He gasped. Again. He had another of his mini orgasms. Mark felt like some sort of sexual animal.

“Let’s wrap up that package for a while. Get the rubber band from my purse and pull it around his cock and balls.”

What? No!

“Alli, it looks loose. Pull the rubber band around another time.” She did. “Maybe once more.” She did.

They looked at Mark, who could still only undulate the slightest bit, and the three of them looked at his cock, which was developing an angrily purple glow. It looked like it might pop.

“We’ll return to the pain whore, Alli, but I need your attention. But first, give him a drink of water and give him back his ball gag. That boy is uncomfortable without a gag in his mouth.” She did. “Allison, come here.” She did. “First, I’d like you to lie down on the bed and get comfortable.” She did. “Start at my toes. Suck each of them. Get to know them.” Long minutes. “And then I want you to kiss your way up my legs. As you do, imagine other bodies that would like to have touched my legs. Imagine hands that could have reached under my sari to touch that knee. Imagine the pussies that could have ground themselves on my thigh. Imagine the cocks that have tried to slide up that skin. But know that until today, no one has touched me or seen me. Until today, this body has waited for you, and for that cock on the floor.

Mark continued to try to hump the air as he watched Allison work her way up Kiara’s body.

“Allison, you’re now at my pussy. Do you know what to do now?”

“Uhm, no. I told you, I’ve never been with a girl before.”

“Wrong answer.

“What’s the right answer?”

“The right answer, lover, is you do anything you want.”

Mark’s position on the floor allowed him to watch Allison tongue Kiara’s hairless slit. He watched her reach up and pull on Kiara’s nipples.

He looked at his cock, purple and taut. This should be really painful, he thought, but the rubber band seemed to just keep him aroused for what seemed like hours while he watched the two of them writhe on each other. Kiara stayed tied down but was always directing, coaching, thrusting. Allison whimpered and moaned as she serviced Kiara, as she ground her pussy down onto Kiara’s face, as they entangled and mashed slit upon slit.

Mark remained erect and fascinated. And gagged.

Eventually, Allison fell back, exhausted, eyes closed. Her pale, taut body was marked by bites and excitement and smears of wetness. Kiara shrugged herself free from her knotted scarves and brought back some bread and cheese. The girls ate. They finished the bottle of wine.

“Allison, we should do something with the cock.”

Allison stood, and Mark was reminded that while small, she was muscular lay athletic.

“Allison, would you like to own that cock, make it behave?”

“Yes,” Allison answered.

“Mark, dear, is that okay with you?”

Despite himself, he felt his head nod.

“Would it be your wish that Allison owns you for tonight, that you’ll stay intensely aroused but that you promise not to move or in any way violate her?”

He nodded.

“At the penalty of ****?”

Silence.

“Kidding!” The girls laughed. “No penalty, really, just more fun. You’re sure that’s still your wish?”

Mark nodded.

Allison removed the ball gag. She poured some wine into his parched mouth. She kissed his lips, momentarily, but then kissed her way down. She pulled off the rubber band. The purple cock quickly, magically normalized.

After her time with Kiara, she was more insistent, more knowledgeable. Her thighs wrapped tightly around one of Mark’s legs. She slid up and down. He felt her wetness. With enormous effort, he found his hips able to grind back the tiniest amount. She sucked on one of his nipples, then the other. She bit and licked and moved downward. She licked his balls. He could move maybe half an inch. Her tongue moved lower and made one long trip from right next to his asshole, all over his balls, and then to the head of his cock. Mark noticed Allison was fingering herself.

“Hmmm,” Kiara said. Though she was far away, Mark sensed her voice as close, intimate. “Allison dear, is the cock moving?”

Allison sat back, holding Mark’s dick with two precise fingers. As the girls watched, Mark’s dick moved a fraction of an inch between those fingers.

“Wow, Kiara, you’re right. Eagle eyes.”

“Well, the boy is trying,” Kiara continued, “but a promise is a promise. Sweetheart, would you get a couple of things from my purse. They’re in a black case.”

Allison returned with a medium sized dildo and some lubricant.

“Have you used a dildo before?”

Allison shook her head.

Mark tried desperately to shake his own head, but all he did was briefly shut his eyes and look eager.

“Since his ass will be dry, you need to use plenty of lube. This will be a fun punishment for him, so don’t skimp.”

“Oh, and you’re going to need to work some into his butt. But before you do, notice that the boy is sweet smelling enough for a bridal shower and clean enough for surgery.“ Allison lay down and pressed her nose under his balls.

“I’d noticed that earlier,” Allison said. “I’d always thought men smelled, well, terrible.”

“You’ll notice that the boy takes great care of himself. I’ve always assumed because he loves ass play so much.”

No, no, no. I don’t even know what ass play means!

Allison looked into the silent boy’s face and saw him nod, so she went back down and found herself licking his asshole. “Not bad at all.” She glopped on some lube and tried firmly to insert a few fingers.

Through **** of will, however Mark was able to clamp down his sphincter and reject her.

“Wow,” said Kiara. “He either doesn’t want it, or he wants you to really **** it. Hard to know.”

You fucking bitch, Mark thought to himself. You fucking know perfectly well which it is. But he couldn’t even growl.

“The boy told me he was fine with everything we wanted to do, but we should be clear about limits. And be alert. If he says genie, our safe word, you just have to stop. Although that’s more for stuff that’s intensely painful or humiliating. He may not have a choice if we decide to put that lovely dick online.” The women laughed.

Mark felt himself go pale. No!

“So, Mark,” Kiara began, sipping wine, “don’t forget your genie.”

No words could come out, and he couldn’t move. All he did was smile.

Allison slopped some more lube onto her fingers hand returned to his ass. Her fingers easily penetrated him. While she lubricated his asshole, he found himself getting intensely aroused. He thrust against Allison’s probing fingers. He moaned. She grabbed the dildo, lifted a butt cheek, lined it up, and with steady effort, pushed the dildo into him. For the second time in a day, Mark felt his ass penetrated. He looked up to see both of the women smiling. Allison worked the dildo up an inch before it got stuck.

“Allison, now’s your chance to really blow him. Mark is a total control freak—he hasn’t cum or gotten soft in hours—and so you’ll have to really work that dildo into him to push him over the edge.”

Allison sat back. “I’ve never been all that interested in giving blow jobs.”

“This is all about you having fun with that nice dumb cock. And the nice thing is that as long as you don’t bite it off, you can’t go wrong.”

Mark watched Allison lie down between his legs, grab his cock with her left hand and the dildo with her right. As her mouth enveloped him, he felt bliss. And then he felt the dildo sliding. Back and forth.

Hmmm, he thought. Getting fucked actually feels good.

“Alli, dear. He might like it a little rougher.”

She pulled her mouth from his cock but kept jamming the dildo into his ass. She was looking very carefully.

“Alli, a word to the wise. Sometimes the cock needs some pain.”

What? No, the cock doesn’t need pain.

Allison released the dildo, which stayed stuck in his ass. She grabbed the huge cock with both hands. Slowly, she twisted her hands in opposite directions, twisting and twisting.

This should hurt like hell, Mark thought, but it actually feels intensely something. Pleasurable, painful?

“Wow,” Allison said, looking at her handiwork. The head of his cock was wet, the rest of his thick 9 inches was elevated off his 6 pack, and the dildo was deep in his ass. She pushed it firmly back and forth. ”I know he’s gagged and tied down, but he’s a big guy. He could probably just break my furniture. Or at least tell us not to. I can’t believe he’s letting us do this.”

“Oh, Mark’s a darling. For sure. I told you. He has amazing control, and we haven’t gotten close to his pain threshold. But most of all, he knows this makes you happy. By the way, his mouth looks dry. Allison, would you mind getting him some more water?”

Allison poured a glass of water into Mark’s mouth. Half the water splattered onto his chest. “More?”

Mark croaked out a yes.

Allison walked to the kitchen. Mark watched her float out of the room. He thought he’d pass out.

He looked at Kiara and **** out words. “No more. I wish to be out of all bondage.”

“There’s a hierarchy of wishes, Mark. Ordinarily, I’d do what you say. But you already told me you wished for us to do anything that would make Allison happy. We happened upon a woman with a robust wish list that she’s never gotten to enjoy. We’re her ticket to happiness. In my opinion, your earlier wish supersedes your current wish. Oh, and by the way, I think I mentioned in the beginning I’m not a genie. I don’t really like calling people Master, and I prefer to choose who I make love to.”

Allison returned.

“Sweetheart, Mark said something about not wanting any more water. Which is fine, since we don’t want him to need to go pee right now, would we?” The girls laughed. “Though it might be interesting to work on his full bladder later. We have all night.” Allison placed the gag back in Mark’s mouth, which obligingly opened. Mark found himself feeling panicky but also intensely aroused. He wondered how much his actual mind was being controlled by Kiara.

Kiara smiled, “Alli, take a look. Something new with the dick.”

Everyone looked at Mark’s crotch. Pre-cum oozed out of its enormous, purple head. Allison looked tentative as she dabbed her forefinger in the wetness. Mark strained to thrust upward. Nothing happened.

“Allison,” Kiara continued. “Lick it off, and tell me what it tastes like.”

Again holding him with two fingers for stability, she leaned down and took a broad lick, as if from an exotic ice cream cone. “Wow,” she said, “I’d heard it was gross, but that tastes good. She licked the side of his head and nibbled down the length of his cock. He started to spasm, but couldn’t. His hard cock still hung in the air, like a thick stalk of corn, blowing in the wind.

“The taste varies,” Kiara said, “but I like to think of it as a new flavor. Kind of like umami.”

Allison rubbed the cock on her cheek. Very soft. She whispered directly to the cock, “you are just so cute.” She put just his head in her mouth and looked at him. Her lips were stretched. Her eyes were a pale blue. She had prominent freckles. The moment was frozen in time. Then she winked, opened her mouth til his head plopped out, and stood.

Looking at the cock, she reached down and played with herself.

“I generally fantasize about women,” Allison began. ”Often, I fantasize about going down on them while using my fingers to fuck their pussy or ass or both.” Allison made a slow circle around her clit. “Usually, it’s about my old teammates, or classmates, or movie stars.” She turned around and faced Kiara. She continued to touch herself. Mark looked at her ass, a fine muscular ass. She squatted, slowly lowering her pussy towards his dick. “But for men, I’m pretty focused. I want dick.” Her wet slit was inches above him. But I really like those cocks to not try to **** themselves into cracks where they don’t belong.” The women laughed again.

Allison got to her knees, hovering over his dick. “Kiara, I’m not sure you can see from the bed, but I’m holding this dick down because even though the boy is passive, his cock seems to want to fuck me, and I don’t want to be fucked. His body stays still, but I don’t trust it.

“I love to see my pussy juice drip down onto his cock. The boy has to be feeling it, feeling my wetness. But maybe he likes the dildo more.” She slid the dildo in and out. “Do you mind, Kiara, if my slit rides along his dick? I promise not to let him in or to let him cum.”

Kiara shook her head. “You do what you need. I’m on board with anything, as is Mark. He’ll let you do anything.”

“Okay, now I’m going to slide my wet slit along the length of that big cock. Whew. It’s fun to slide back and forth along a dick, especially one that’s as long and thick as this one. And it never seems to go down. But I can’t tell if he wants to fuck me.

“It’s confusing, Kiara, but when I slide my pussy on the cock, I can tell that it wants pussy. But I can also feel him get harder when I talk about how much he obviously loves getting a big dick up his butt. Maybe he’s thinking of the last time he got fucked by some stranger in a bathroom. Maybe I should call a guy I know. He’s a former gymnast who became a body builder. He’s a bit of a sex addict, probably because he’s got a **** problem, mostly steroids and coke. He gets wild, apparently, and I know he’d like a crack at splitting this boy in two.

Mark felt his eyes water.

“Look at the cock bounce,” Allison continued. “I think he likes the idea. But I like to think that this boy—even if he’s usually obsessed about filling his own ass and his own mouth with hard dick—that right now, he’s thinking of the virgin slit that is sliding across him. God, Kiara, I love to ride him, back and forth.

“Sweetheart, I’m about to cum. I love this big dildo you’re lending me. It’s so warm, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet, but partly because I can see the wetness in your slit. Kiara, I want to come up and suck on your nipples. I want to take this dildo and fuck you.” Allison slid back and forth. Back and forth, rubbing the head of the cock on her clit, and then sliding it back and forth.

With a massive effort, Mark felt something change. He could move! He lurched upward. He felt the penetration, felt himself slide deep inside her. Allison rode him for a moment. She stood up.

“Do you know what he did, Kiara? He fucked me when I wasn’t looking.”

“He broke his promise?”

Allison sat next to Mark. “Yes, he’s a bad boy.”

Kiara looked down at the two of them. “For you, Kiara, he’d be willing to be punished however you see fit. But it shouldn’t take time away from us.”

Allison looked down and grabbed the dildo. She was looking at the big, hard cock. “You have one minute to come.” She slowly pushed in the dildo. “You fuck me. I fuck you. We’re even.” She shoved in the dildo and pulled it out. “You fuck me. I fuck you. And I walk away. We’re even.”

Mark found that he’d been liberated. He could lift his hips, but then he’d drop back onto the waiting dildo. Back and forth. He could piston his cock into the air, but, falling back, the dildo would pound his prostate. He desperately wanted her pussy or her mouth, somewhere to put his cock. Allison seemed to notice his need, so at the high point of his next lunge, she slapped his cock. Sweat ran down his chest. His hips collapse down onto the dildo, and then his hips would rise, and Allison would sharply slap his cock, and he’d lower and rise. Up and down. Up and down. He’d never been so close to cumming. He felt like a wild animal.

“Allison, dear...”

Mark heard Kiara’s voice.

“His minute’s up. It looks like it still doesn’t want to cum. Oh well.”

Mark fell back onto the bean bag chair. His cock twitched, and the dildo slowly slid from his ass.

Allison turned her attention back to the woman who had been waiting patiently on the bed.

Kiara smiled. “Ready for round two?”

Mark thought he was going to cry.