This story in not completely fictional. Nor is it the truth and nothing but the truth. The names have definitely been changed to protect the guilty. We are all disease free and stay that way by protecting ourselves whenever we play with anyone but each other. Descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional because I'm imaginative and not stupid.
You know the rules... Don't read this if you're a minor or are offended by gay or BDSM expression. Don't even think about reproducing or publishing it without my permission. Remember, I have sadistic friends who like to punish people! <>
Chapter one: The four of us have been friends since we were kids. Scott, Dennis, Dan, and me. I'm Eric. We've all hung out together since elementary school and now we're all in our thirties. We're friends, buddies, pals. We know and understand each other. We trust each other, watch out for one another, and accept each other without judgment. We all get along great!
Scott's the athlete, the construction worker. He owns his own remodeling company. 5'9", 155lbs of solid muscle. Blond hair, blue eyes, smooth. A great sense of humor and a killer smile. A black belt in three disciplines. He volunteers teaching martial arts at the local youth center.
Dennis is the banker, the corporate brat. Serious, focused, disciplined. 5'9", 170lbs that he has to work out and diet to maintain. He has brown hair, and dark eyes that are always serious. He's hairy in all the right places. He shaves twice a day and still has a five o'clock shadow. He carries a briefcase and wears a suit and tie better than anyone else I know.
Then there's Dan. He owns three hair salons. He's 6'1", 190 lbs. A body most people would be willing to die for. He changes his look, his style, and his hair color so often I have to be looking at him to be able to describe him to you. He's flighty and unpredictable. Moody and temperamental. We never know what to expect from him.
Then there's me. I'm a psychologist in private practice and a college professor. I'm a published writer of both fiction and nonfiction. I worked my way through college modeling and doing a few other things, if you know what I mean. I'm 5'9" 175lbs. I'm no muscle man but definitely in good shape. My eyes and hair are coal black and my teeth are snow white. My chest and stomach are moderately hairy but the rest of me isn't. They hate me because I don't have to shave and it never grows longer than a Don Johnson look. I can turn heads wearing a suit or doing the preppy look or wearing jeans and a tee shirt or even just wearing a pair of board shorts. I'm the type that people gravitate to. I make them feel comfortable and good about themselves.
The group definitely agrees that I'm the best looking overall. The smartest, best educated and most successful. I'm generally very upbeat, optimistic and funny as hell! It gets me in trouble all the time...
Scott and Dennis have shared a house for years. They're not lovers. They don't have sex with each other but they very often share the same guy at the same time. They both do him, but never each other. They're both tops. They're both dominants. They like to play rough, sometimes very rough. They love to watch a guy squirming and writhing in pain or being totally humiliated and degraded. Especially if that guy is me, and it is very often me.
Dan does his own thing most of the time. He swears he's straight and is always dating different women, but often ends his dates by coming over and abusing me and fucking my face or my ass. I sometimes think Scott and Dennis tolerate him just because they love to watch him do that to me. He swears I'm the only guy he ever touches and he thinks it's my fault that even wants to do it to me.
Why do I let them? I don't know. It's like asking me why I'm gay. It just is what it is. It's been this way since we were kids. It started with Scott. He was always making me hurt or making me do things that were humiliating to me. Dennis always liked to order me around and tell me what to do. If I didn't obey him, he'd either punish me or have Scott do it while he watched. Dan always liked to watch but as time went on he participated more and more. It just kept evolving.
I could never explain it. It's not that I like being in pain. I can say in complete honesty that I hate pain. I also hate being humiliated and I hate having to be respectful and obedient to them. It just really turns me on. I think what turns me on most is that they enjoy it so much. I get off on pleasing them. The more they enjoy it the more I get off on it. It just feels right, like it's supposed to be this way. They say the same thing. It's just right that they get to have fun with me and do what they want. They simply deserve it. It's their right and privilege as men to experience pleasure and it is my place and responsibility to suffer pain, discipline, punishment, humiliation and bondage while showing them respect, obedience, and even gratitude for allowing me to give them this pleasure. It may not seem to make sense, but it works for us. Oh yeah... I love them!! I mean I really, really love them!! They love me too. I know that with every fiber of my being.
Scott and Dennis have an awesome dungeon. It's well equipped with a wide diversity of restraints, racks, paddles, floggers, clamps, torture devices, and just about anything else you can imagine. They have a small fortune invested in electrical equipment alone including winches, electro shock, milking machines and even a fucking machine.
I don't live with them. None of us are exactly sure why. We talk about it all the time. I think it has to do with the dynamics of our relationship. We socialize a lot together. We have a lot of shared interests and hobbies. We spend a lot of time at my house, we go out together, we travel together, spend time on my boat. There's a lot of equal time when we're just friends. They can certainly put me in my place any time they choose to and sometimes do, but there is a lot more to our relationship than just the sex or the BDSM thing.
When I'm at their house, and I spend a lot of time there, I'm always in my place. I'm always the boy. I strip naked and drop to all fours before I even enter. I crawl in naked, kneel before them, and kiss their feet as my greeting to them. They sometimes say hello by paddling or spanking me, or even flogging me to remind me of where I am and what my place is. I wouldn't even think of wearing any clothes or sitting on the furniture. I wouldn't even think about eating, drinking or even pissing without their permission. It's their house and they have their rules. None of us is sure we could or would even want to live like that all the time but we know that that's the way it has to be when I'm there.
Sometimes they call me and tell me to come over. Sometimes, I call them and beg them to let me come over. Either way, I know I'm going to pay for it one way or another. Don't get me wrong, there's pleasure, but there's always pain and suffering. There's never pleasure without pain. Not for me. It's the price i pay for being a boy and the privilege they enjoy by being Doms.