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Female dominant and forced mind-control male-male sex. Please skip if it’s not your thing.

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Adam Lily
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Tommy’s Wife Turns Him Out

“It just looks like acid,” I said.

Andrew, Laurie, Meg, and I were huddled over a coffee table, studying a postcard-size piece of white filter paper on a coffee table. It was Friday night. Meg and I had come to Andrew and Laurie’s house to try a new drug.

“A little bit like acid,” said Laurie. “But also different.” Laurie was a researcher at a pharmaceutical company. She was always smuggling out the latest psychoactive compounds for us to sample-usually pills or liquids or injectables.

“Different how?” asked Meg. My wife. She enjoyed our parties, but new chemicals always made her nervous.

“It’s more unpredictable. It affects everyone differently. Put 100 people in the same room and they’ll all have a completely different experience.”

I asked, “Any bad ones?”

Laurie sipped red wine and shook her head. “The worst thing so far is that a couple people got angry. Some other people just felt nothing.”

“Nothing?” asked Meg. “Like, no effect?”

“That’s right.”

“Well, that’s boring,” I said. “How about the fun ones?”

“Most of them were fun. Euphoria. Astonishing well-being. Sexual flexibility. A feeling of invincibility. Spontaneous orgasms. Enjoyable hallucinations—”

“Back up,” I said. “Spontaneous orgasms?”

Laurie swigged her wine, her eyes grinning. “Both men and women.”

“I’m in,” I said.

“Tom,” said Meg. She didn’t like it when I got too vulgar.

“It’s not guaranteed,” said Laurie. “Something else entirely could happen.”

“I’m still in,” I said. “If the worst thing that can happen is that I feel grumpy.”

“The worst thing so far,” noted Meg.

All the while, Andrew had been fidgeting-thrumming his fingers on the table and bouncing his leg. Laurie’s guy. He was as pale as you’d expect a stay-at-home software engineer to be, an interpersonal mess: social anxiety, depressive, occasional panic attacks. He burned off his negative emotions by working out compulsively, assaulting his senses with death metal, and boning the hell out of Laurie whenever he could. Which was often.

Part of me felt bad for Andrew. I kind of liked the guy. And, as a freelance technical writer, I’d worked for him a few times. But part of me was happy he was such a mess. He might be rich and have a lot more sex than me, but at least I was a functional person.

“All right,” I said, reaching for the white paper. It was perforated into 40 squares. “How much?”

“Just one tab,” said Laurie. “Place it on your tongue, let it dissolve.”

“Still like acid,” I said. “Bottoms up.” And I put the paper on my tongue. Laurie, Andrew, and Meg followed suit.

While the paper dissolved, I studied Laurie and Andrew’s home. Exactly what you’d expect when pharmaceutical and software salaries merge and stay childless: Oak and mahogany, granite and sandstone, silk and velvet. So different from my home-a cheerless box of laminate flooring and fluorescent bulbs. The best house a technical writer and high-school teacher could afford.

It’s why we always came here. Here, our drug parties felt daring and avant-garde. At my home, they’d’ve just felt seedy.

After a couple of minutes, Meg asked, “When are we supposed to feel something?”

“Soon,” said Laurie. “Works pretty fast. And it’ll last about eight hours.”

“That’s a long night,” said Andrew. He was probably anxious about getting anxious. But he’d stopped bouncing his leg.

“It’ll be fine,” said Meg. “We’ll be fine.”

“Weren’t you worried a few minutes ago?” I said.

The corners of Meg’s mouth turned down. “I’m feeling better.”

“Good,” said Laurie. She giggled. “I’m feeling great. Everything’s going to be all right.”

Although I’d worked for Andrew a few times, Laurie and Meg were our group’s fundamental connection. As high-school friends, Laurie had coached Meg through her chemistry homework, while Meg talked Laurie through her English papers. Dumpy, timid, and unpopular, they’d bonded to support each other against mean girls and console each other about indifferent boys.

But then they’d gone to different colleges, and their lives diverged. Laurie got fit and blonde and confident and a chemistry degree that led her to the corporate upper class. Meg lost weight, but she stayed mousy and timid and took an English degree and a meager public-school salary. Meg wouldn’t admit it, but I was sure she resented Laurie and envied her life. Or at least her house and her stuff.

Still. Meg and I, we loved each other. And our lives were good. I was happy, and she was, too.

“Whoah.” That was Andrew.

“What?” said Meg.

Andrew shifted a little and blushed. “Nothing.”

Laurie giggled. And then giggled more. “That’s not nothing. It sounds like sommmmmeeeeeething. . . . Tell us what something is.”

“Nothing, seriously.”

“Tell us what’s happening to you,” Meg said, sounding uncharacteristically assertive. “Just say it.”

“Yeah,” Laurie cooed. “C’mon, lover. Spill it.”

“Well-uh. You see, I’ve got. . . " Andrew trailed off.

“Andrew,” said Meg. It was her best classroom management voice. “Now.”

Andrew blushed furiously. “A boner. I’ve got a huge boner.”

Laurie busted out laughing, and I grinned. Part of me was happy Andrew was having a pleasant side-effect. Another part of me was glad he was embarrassed, the rich, anxious bastard. And still another part hoped the drug would affect me similarly. Or maybe Meg.

“Good,” said Meg. “This is promising.”

“Promising for what?” I said.

“Don’t be stupid. It’s promising for a good time. This is a good drug.”

“You sound kind of angry,” I said. “Is that the drug?”

“You’re an idiot,” Meg said. “It’s not affecting me at all.”

Meg was right. The drug wasn’t affecting her at all. What an idiot I was.

Laurie said to me, “Wha’ ’bout you?” Her words were breathy, lilty.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t feel any different.”

“You look different,” said Andrew. “Better, somehow.”

Meg’s eyebrows arched. “Better how?”

“Um,” said Andrew, and he squirmed.

“Tell us,” said Meg. “You think my husband looks better. Tell us how he looks better.”

Andrew breathed deeply, then exhaled. “Sexier,” he said. “Tommy looks sexier.”

It was true. I did look sexier. Hot damn. “Love this drug,” I said, stretch-flexing. Maybe I’d get laid tonight. Maybe we all would. I’d always wanted these parties to get a little freaky. Not that I’d mentioned that to Meg.

“Shut up,” Meg said sourly. I fell silent.

Laurie fell over on the couch. She was grinning and laughing in a stupid huh-huh-huh open-mouthed kind of way.

“For Christ’s sake,” said Meg. “Chemistry major. Look at the genius now.”

I didn’t like how Meg was acting, so I frowned at her. She spat back, “What?”

I tried to open my mouth to talk. And I couldn’t. My mouth stayed closed. There wasn’t any force keeping it shut, and my jaw hadn’t cramped or clenched. I just couldn’t open it. I pointed at my mouth and shook my head and made nnn-nnnn noises.

“What the fuck is wrong with you,” said Meg. “Speak.”

That freed me. “That’s what was the matter with me,” I said. “I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t open my mouth at all.”

Meg peered at me. “Is the drug messing with your speech?”

“I don’t think so,” I said. “I’m speaking just fine, now. I don’t know what happened.”

Laurie breathed out something that sounded like a word. She was lolling on the couch, completely wrecked. Andrew put his ear by her mouth. “Say it again.” She breathed out the sound again. “’Will,’” he reported. “That’s what she said. ‘Will.’”

“Will?,” I said. “Who is Will?”

Meg considered. “I don’t think it’s a who. I think it’s a what. Your will. Your self-control. Your self-possession.”

I laughed. “That’s ridiculous.”

“Let’s see,” said Meg. “Stand up.”

And I did. Just like that. Up I went.

“Tell us what happened,” said Meg.

“I just stood up. I couldn’t help it. It just happened.”

Meg smiled. It was a weird, hungry smile. “’Will’. . . . hunh. How do you feel?”

“Um. Well, okay, I guess. I can’t control my body. A little weirded out.” But I was lying. My pulse was racing, I was breathing shallowly, and cold chills ran up and down my back.

Meg saw it all. “You’re lying, Tommy. Tell us how you really feel.”

And although I didn’t want to, I said, “I’m scared. I don’t like this. I’m not in control of my body”

Meg snorted. “’Not in control. Welcome to my life.” She turned to Andrew. “You say my husband looks sexy? What is that? Are you gay?”

Andrew shook his head. “I’m not gay. Like, not at all. But. . . .”

Meg smiled. “But. But right now you think he’s hot.”

Andrew bit his lower lip. “Yes.”

“Would you fuck him?”

Maybe I was an idiot, and the drug wasn’t affecting her, but something wasn’t right. I moved toward her. “Meg, something’s going really wrong-

“Stop,” she said, and I did. “There’s nothing wrong, everything’s fine. Now don’t say anything.”

I fell silent. She was right. There wasn’t anything wrong, and everything was fine. Good thing she stopped an idiot like me from making a mistake.

But if there wasn’t anything wrong, why was I scared? It didn’t make sense. Although, as an idiot, it wasn’t surprising I couldn’t sort things out. I hoped Meg would tell me.

Meg addressed Andrew. “So? Would you fuck him or not?”

“Yes, I’d fuck him,” said Andrew. He didn’t sound anxious anymore. “It’s the drug . . . but, yes, I’d fuck him.”

Laurie’s arm flopped against Andrew’s back. She was laughing and making sounds-yuuhhhh, yuuhhhh.

“What’s she on about?” asked Meg. “That yuuhhhh sound.“

“I don’t know,” said Andrew. “I think maybe she’s saying ‘yes.’”

“Yes to what?”

Andrew brought his ear to Laurie’s mouth and listened. It took a bit for him to figure it out. Finally he said, “She wants to see it. She wants to watch me have sex with Tommy.”

Meg barked out a laugh. “The fag hag,” she spat. “Always was one. Trying to be friends with the cool gay kids in high school, and they just made fun of her.”

“I’m not gay,” insisted Andrew. “I’ve never even been curious. But it’s the drug. I want to have sex with your husband.”

“All men? Or just my husband?”

Andrew considered. “Just your husband. I think. I don’t know. Maybe if there were another man in here I’d know.”

Laurie made a slurry squeal. Multiple men. She was clearly happy as hell about the whole idea.

Meg stood up, breathed deeply, and studied me. She was evaluating me. “Well. I suppose it’s about time you were useful.”

I might not be the brightest bulb, but that irked me. “I am useful. I write, I bring in money—”

“Noooooo. . . .” said Meg. “I bring in the money. You sometimes get a little, but not nearly as much as me. Believe me, you’re a burden. Someone who has to be supported. By a fucking high school teacher.

My wife’s words sliced into me, hollowing me out. It was all true. I wasn’t useful at all.

She continued. “It’s like taking care of a human pet. A fucking dog, but a dog that eats and talks and walks like a man. And it’s killing me. It’s your fault that we’re poor.”

A dog that pretends he’s a man. My fault that we’re poor. So true. I was so sorry. I loved Meg. I loved her so much, and she was only telling the truth. I started crying.

“Ahhhhh!” said Meg. “Stop it! Shut up. I can’t stand it.” And my tears dried up, just like that.

“Please,” begged Andrew. I doubt he even knew what he was saying now. “I need him. Please.”

Meg considered. But some mental calculation flickered in her eyes. She addressed me. “Are you still scared?”

I nodded vigorously. Nothing was wrong, but I was still scared. It was so weird.

“Good,” she said. Then she addressed Andrew. “Money,” she said. “You want my husband, you pay cash. All right?”

My heart dropped into my stomach. I gave a closed-mouth scream. Meg smiled but didn’t shush me.

“Yes,” Andrew breathed. “Anything.”

“Anything? Okay. One thousand dollars for my husband’s mouth. And only his mouth.”

A thousand bucks? Seriously? Maybe I was an idiot, but even I thought that was a rip-off. But Andrew startled me by saying, “It’s a deal. Please.”

Meg stalked over and hissed in my ear, “Tell me how you feel.”

My mouth freed, I said, “Scared. Meg, I love you. I’m sorry I’m such a worthless idiot. But please—”

Meg brought a finger to my lip. “No more talking, Tommy,” she said. “You’re always talking. Talking me into marrying you, talking me into thinking our life is great, talking me into believing the money will come. Fuck you. It’s my turn to talk. Time to earn your keep, your hubby.”

Yes. Yes, it was time to earn my keep. Whatever that might take.

Meg returned to the coffee table, refilled her wine glass, and sat in a chair. She held her wine glass regally, like a queen. “Let’s make a night of it. All four of us.”

Laurie groaned, and Meg said, “Yes, you too, sweetie. You’ll get something, too. Soon.”

Meg locked my gaze. In a firm, clear, certain voice, she said: “Go, hubby. Go pleasure that man’s cock. Right now.”

I knelt and crawled over to Andrew. I unbuckled him, and unbuttoned him, and opened up his pants, and yanked down his underwear. His erection popped out and flicked across my lips and bopped me in the nose. Big, and wide, and pale as the rest of him, except for the purple head and the bluish veins running down its length to his balls. And his balls-completely hairless, completely smooth, soft like fine leather. He smelled vaguely of . . . what was that scent? It reminded me of uncooked pizza dough. Not unpleasant, but certainly surprising.

And just like that I opened my mouth and took his cock into my head and started bobbing up and down on it.

“Ow,” said Andrew. “Ow!” And he pushed my head off his cock.

“What’s wrong?” said Meg.

“It hurts,” said Andrew, talking to me. His stare told me he wanted me to continue, but he didn’t want it to hurt. “He’s not any good at it.”

“One more thing he’s not good at,” said Meg. “Shit. All right. This is his first cock, after all. Isn’t it, hubby? Your first cock?”

And I shook my head.

“WHAT?”

I shook my head again. I couldn’t speak. She’d told me not to.

“Tell us,” she said. She was almost shaking with rage.

“Once when I was a teenager. Summer camp, a guy and I were out in the woods. I just blew him. And then college. A couple of parties, the big parties off-campus. I was drunk, and horny, and there were a few guys—”

“College,” she said. “Was it while we were dating? Did you do these ‘few guys’ while we were together?”

“Yes. But just blowjobs. But, Meg, please—” In the meantime, Andrew had started rubbing my face with his cock.

“So you’ve always been this way,” she said. “I’m not just making you act gay. You are gay. You’ve always been gay. It’s not just the drug.”

Her words warped through me like earthquake waves. It was true. I was gay. I’d always been gay. How had I not known? I was such an idiot. But I wasn’t scared, anymore. I was horny as hell. My cock swelled up in my shorts. I couldn’t wait to set it free. I couldn’t wait to let Andrew fuck me.

“I’m not just making you do this. You want to do this. You want to suck cock.”

Yes, god, yes. I want to do this. I want to suck cock. I’d want it even if Meg wasn’t controlling my actions.

“Well, go ahead,” she spat. She sat down in a large, plush chair. “You’re still making me money. But go slow, and get better.”

I turned back to Andrew’s wonderful white cock. I went slow, just like Meg said. I wrapped my hand around his cock, feeling it pulse in my palm. I gave the head a long and loving kiss while gently squeezing his shaft. I was careful. I didn’t want to hurt him. I needed to learn.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Laurie watching us, drool running out of her mouth and into a puddle on the couch. Her face was slack, but her eyes were grinning and thrilled. She couldn’t move, but she was having a grand time, watching her best friend’s husband blow her boyfriend.

This was fantastic. Laurie was happy, I was pleasuring Andrew and I was making some money for Meg. If I could have pulled myself off Andrew’s cock, I’d’ve thanked Meg for teaching me the truth about myself.

Andrew moaned. He was feeling good. I wondered how much of it was because of the physical sensations and how much of it was because it was me. After all, he hadn’t known whether he’d feel this way about any other man. So maybe Andrew wasn’t bi or gay. Maybe the only gay guy in the room was me. I didn’t know. I was an idiot, so there was no way for me to figure it out.

I glanced over at noises coming from Meg’s chair. She shucked off her shorts and panties, spread her legs, and rested them on the immense arms of the armchair. With one hand she gripped her wine; with the other, she began lightly playing with herself.

“I think the drug’s finally gotten to me,” she announced. “It’s effect on me? I no longer give a flying fuck. About my fag husband and my rich cunt of a best friend and her sad, weird boyfriend. And it feels goddamned great. Everything feels great.”

I couldn’t help but agree. Everything did feel great. Meg was absolutely right.

We stayed like that for a time. I worked Andrew’s cock, trying different things, flicking the tip of my tongue around the ridge, licking up and down his shaft, kissing his fat, soft, hairless balls, listening for the yeahs that would tell me when I was doing something right and the ows that would signal when I was causing pain.

It was obvious I had a lot to learn-that I’d wasted a lot of time by not learning when I was younger, by pretending I was straight, by pretending I was anything other than a cocksucker.

It was sad. But at least I was pulling my weight, now. One thousand dollars for doing what I loved.

“Try deep-throating him,” Meg said. “Get that cock down your gullet.”

I opened my throat and lowered my head on Andrew’s cock. As soon as the head hit the back of my throat, I gagged and pulled off, gasping.

“Again,” said Meg. “You have to get good at this if you’re going to be of any use to me.”

And so I tried again. And again. And again. A lot of choking and gasping. One time I almost puked. But eventually my throat relaxed enough that I was able to impale my whole head on Andrew’s cock. I could feel his pulse in my esophagus. I was so happy.

My wife said to Andrew, “What do you think? Will you be able to cum like that? With just his mouth?”

“No. He’s not good enough. I’ve never been able to cum from head, anyway.”

“Hunh. Only pussy?”

“Yeah,” said Andrew. “Or—” He stopped, and looked at Laurie. She smiled in wordless delight.

Meg got it quickly. “Yeah, that figures. You always were a little screwed up, Laurie. Why I stayed friends with you so long I’ll never know. All right.” She considered. “Five thousand. For his ass.”

Five thousand? Hilarious. I’d’ve given up my ass for free. But Meg was the boss. And I owed her the money. But why the hell would Andrew pay five thousand dollars for fucking me in the ass?

“Done,” said Andrew, and I realized: The drug. It just took away all his discretion. He was as helpless to his lust for me as my body was to disobey Meg.

“All right,” said Meg. “But this is going to be special. You want my husband’s ass, you listen very carefully. Here’s what we’re going to do.”

Andrew and I got completely undressed. We moved the coffee table out of the way, our fat cocks happily swaying with the effort. Then we pulled Laurie’s dead weight off the couch and onto the floor. We laid her on her back, arms and legs spread as if she were making a snow angel. I thought maybe we’d remove her clothes, but Meg didn’t ask for that. Laurie’s eyes were still smiling, but the gleam was tempered by curiosity.

Andrew left the room to get something.

“All right,” said Meg, orchestrating. “Get on all fours, like a dog. Right. Crawl over Laurie-no, not like that, moron. Do a sixty-nine. Put your dick in her face-God, that thing was never so fucking big for me!—okay, good, right. Hold your head above her legs.”

Meg grabbed a pillow from the couch, sat in front of me, and laid back, putting the pillow behind her head. She spread her legs, and the familiar scent of my wife’s pussy wafted up. “You may be gay, but you’re still going to be useful to me. Get to work.”

I brought my head to Meg’s pussy and started running my tongue around her labia. She was incredibly wet. I didn’t really want to be here—I missed Andrew’s cock so much-but over the years I’d gotten really good at eating Meg’s pussy, so I didn’t mind too much. I got to work, eager to please her.

I heard noises behind me. Andrew had come back. A plastic lid popped open, and cold fingers stroked liquid coolness on my asshole, and then pressed inside me. Fuck, yes. Then the fingers left and the plastic lid closed. Hot hands gripped my hips. Something hot and big and blunt pressed up against my asshole.

“Yes,” Meg gasped. I was doing good work on her. “Good. That’s my boy. Andrew, go ahead. Take it. Take his ass. Fuck my husband.”

Andrew slowly pushed the head in. He groaned, and I gasped. I’d done a little anal play before. The guys I’d been with, they wanted to fuck me, but I only let them blow and finger me, which really wasn’t at all fair, I realized now. And I’d asked Meg to finger my ass, too-something she hated, but I’d talked her into it. But I’d never had anything remotely as large as Andrew’s cock in my ass. Although I wanted it badly, it still hurt.

“Relax,” Meg told me. “Take it in. Andrew, go slow. If you hurt him, he won’t be able to eat me right.”

I relaxed my sphincter in the same way I’d relaxed my throat. And Andrew took his time. I could tell he really wanted inside me, and that he really wanted to cum, but he was patient, and gentle, and sensitive.

I really liked Andrew. I wondered if I could fall in love with him.

I felt my dick dragging around on Laurie’s face. Dicks aren’t sensitive to fine details, but I could tell when I was painting her lips, and her nose, and her eyebrows. She wasn’t making as much noise, anymore. I wondered if she was still having fun.

I kept licking Meg as Andrew worked his way into me-in, and in, and in. He wasn’t that big-otherwise I couldn’t have deepthroated him-but he felt enormous. And glorious. I wanted this. I was so grateful to Meg for showing me the way to myself and to Andrew for desiring me and to Laurie for procuring the drug that made the whole evening possible.

The drug. Laurie said it would wear off in eight hours. We were about an hour in. I wondered what would happen when it wore off and Andrew no longer wanted me, Laurie regained her senses, and Meg no longer “gave a fuck,” as she said. But I knew one thing. I’d still be an idiot, and worthless, and queer as a three-dollar-bill. And I’d earn my keep for Meg this way, as long as we both would live. I just knew it.

Andrew finally reached the end of himself, his hips pressed into my buttocks. I’d never felt anything like it-so lovingly filled. Not just of cock, but of purpose. I felt wonderful.

“Fuck him,” hissed Meg. “You’re paying good money for him. Get your money’s worth.”

Andrew gripped my hips and slowly pulled himself out. Then, just as slowly, he pushed himself back in. He was being to let my ass accommodate his cock. Such a good guy. I understood what Laurie saw in him. Maybe Laurie and I could share him. Maybe Meg would let that happen, and Laurie and Andrew would be okay with it, even when the drug wore off. Maybe Meg and Laurie and Andrew would all take the drug again. There was plenty left. I wouldn’t need any more, of course.

Meg’s clit, already swollen, pumped up more. Her breathing and gasps told me I was doing a good job. But then Andrew revved up and really started pumping my ass, so focusing on Meg got harder-not just because of the jouncing thrusts but also from my own breathless pleasure. I wanted Andrew to slow down, to make it last until the drug wore off and he no longer wanted me. But lust had overwhelmed him. We wanted nothing more than to fuck my brains out, so I was happy with what I got.

I managed-barely-to make Meg cum just as Andrew unloaded in me. Meg hollered, pulling my hair; Andrew roared and pumped out pulse after pulse of cum; and I held firm, the passive object of the wife I served and the man I craved.

Andrew collapsed on me, pushing both of us down onto Laurie. From under my pelvis came muffled screams. Our spent flesh was suffocating her.

Meg, flushed and drenched, grabbed my hair. “Get back on your knees.” I did, and Laurie sucked in air. “Now arch your back-no, the other way, dumbass. Back flat and ass up. Good. Andrew: When you’re ready, pull out. Slowly. Really slowly. Good, that’s the way.”

Andrew left me, gapingly empty. He collapsed back on the floor, breathing hard. I stayed on all fours over Laurie.

Meg dragged herself over to Laurie’s head. “You rich bitch. Thinking you’re better than me because of your job and your money.”

Laurie’s sounds had changed. Now it was nuuuhhhh, nuuuhhhh, nuuuhhhh. She wasn’t enjoying herself, anymore.

“You’re filth,” said Meg. “And you should look it, too. I’m going to paint you in filth.”

Oh, no. My heart fell. This was terrible. It was terrible because Laurie might not share Andrew with me, now.

“Oh, husband,” Meg said with syrupy-sweetness. “Arch your back the other way. Right, like that. Let that cum just come right on out of you.”

I pushed back and up into a semi-squat, Meg’s cold hands on my buttocks guiding me. I felt the running tickle of Andrew’s semen leaking out of my ass. I bent my head down to look beneath me, past my erection and balls. Dollops of cum dropped out of me and onto Laurie’s face. She was still making nuuuhhhh noises. And then Meg gripped Laurie’s jaw and forced open her best friend’s mouth to let the cum from my ass fall into her mouth.

“Good job, hubby,” said Meg, and I beamed with pride. “We’ll make something useful out of you yet.” Then she addressed Laurie. “Eat it, you bitch. This is for you looking down on me all my life. Who’s the loser now?”

Laurie gagged as the cum slithered down her tongue and into her throat. I hoped she would forgive me. This wasn’t my fault-I was just doing what Meg wanted, and I couldn’t help that. Laurie had to understand that Meg was controlling my body. If Laurie understood that, maybe she’d let me have sex with Andrew again.

The stream of cum ran dry. “All right,” said Meg. “Good boy. Go lie down.” And she patted my head.

Andrew was leaning back on the couch, dazedly gazing, stroking a renewed erection. He’d recovered so fast. I wanted to flatter myself that it was me, but it was almost certainly the drug.

Meg dressed. “Okay, six grand,” she said. “One for the mouth and five for the ass. That was our deal.”

“I’ll need to cut you a check—”

“No, cash. Laurie told me you’ve got a vault. You don’t trust banks. Hell, you don’t trust anything or anyone. That’s why you can barely go outside. And you fucked up by trusting Laurie-that’s right, dumbass. You can’t even trust her with your money. Now I want my goddamned money.”

Andrew stumbled out of the room and returned with one fat stack and another, smaller one. Handing them to Laurie, he said, “More. I’ll pay you more. I’m ready to go again.”

I perked up. I wanted another round with Andrew. Maybe he’d cum in my mouth this time. But Meg scowled. “No. You’ve had enough. And he needs training. It’s still early. There’s that adult shop near our home in our crap neighborhood. We won’t make any money, but hubby here will spend some time in the booths getting better at his new job. Right, hubby?”

Oh, yes. So much better. I couldn’t wait. I dressed, and we left Laurie and Andrew’s place for the booths.

As we drove to the bookstore, Meg could tell something was bothering me. So I told her: I was worried about what might happen when the drug wore off. Andrew might feel weird about having fucked me. He’d certainly be angry that Laurie had told Meg about the vault and the money. Laurie might be upset that Meg had been so mean and that we’d fed her cum from my ass. Finally, Meg might be upset when she started giving a fuck again.

Meg told me not to worry. She said everything was going to be all right, and that I should just focus on all of the cocks I’d be pleasuring with my ass and my mouth. And I did. I stopped worrying about it, and I felt so much better.

We spent a few in the booths. Meg had to explain to the men what was going on. Most of them didn’t want anything to do with us, but a few did, so I got some practice in. I got better, and I got to eat some of the cum I was dying to taste. But eventually my mouth got so numb and my ass so stretched that I couldn’t go anymore. So we left for home.

I’m on the couch, now. Meg’s up in what used to be our bedroom-now hers alone. I’m exhausted-how could I not be?—but I’m thrilled, burning with the bone-deep pride of a man who has just discovered who he is and what he can do. The drug will wear off in a few hours. I’ll certainly be asleep before then. I drift off, thinking about what happened between me and Andrew and Laurie and Meg. I’m really hoping we all get together again, soon.