She belonged to both of them. Thomas owned her for two years prior to the decision to bring Brian into the relationship. Thomas and Brian were life-long friends and roommates. Having Brian living in the guest room of the large apartment was a natural fit. Although the two men’s relationship was purely platonic, they both shared similar interests in slaves. The decision to share the girl was an obvious one for the lot.
Thomas was Master. Thomas was thorough. He was detailed. He was a suit. He never missed anything. He was strict. He wanted her to meet his expectations. He wanted her to achieve goals that she’d set for herself inside and outside of the relationship. He pushed her when she needed to be pushed. He listened to her when she needed to speak. She laughed with him. She cried with him. They were hand in glove.
Brian was Sir. Brian led a cavalier lifestyle. He worked at a bar in the city at night. He spent hours at the gym during the day. He often benefitted from Thomas’ advice. He was spontaneous. He enjoyed her service.
Brian and Thomas both had different sexual needs. Thomas challenged her to give herself to him. She enjoyed his happiness. She loved being in his sexual service.
Brian was primal. He enjoyed her in an animalistic way. He wanted a game. He wanted her to fear him. He watched her during the day for any insignificant mistake, ones that Thomas would overlook as adjustments to day-today activity. Brian liked to take those puny missteps as sexual blackmail. She knew that there would be no consequences from Thomas. Brian savored in the mind fuck. Part of her enjoyed this. She didn’t understand why. She never purposely gave Brian an excuse.
On this day, she would be out all afternoon. The morning included daily laundry, a vacuum of the apartment, and the dishes. Diner was at seven. That gave her enough time to do the shopping and get back to prepare it.
She roamed from room to room, doing a supply checklist for the home. She’d need to make several unforeseen stops. This would affect her routine vastly. Around five she had the prudence to call Thomas and ask for an eight o’clock dinner.
He told her he was fine with that. There was an issue with a client and he hoped to be home by eleven. On the scarce occurrences that Thomas was not there for the seven o’clock meal, she left a plate in the fridge, but freshened it up when he arrived home.
He told her make sure that Brian was fine with it. She called Brian’s cell phone three times, every 15 minutes for a period of forty-five minutes. He did not answer. By default, she went with Thomas’ orders.
Her afternoon of late shopping was evident when Brian strolled into the kitchen and was met with counters topped full of groceries overflowing their bags. Evidence of all her trips, the bakery, the market, florists, the cleaners, all caught his attention. He was secretly impressed at her.
She popped up on the other side of the kitchen with a smile and an embellished sigh. He opened the refrigerator, grabbed a beer, and headed to the couch. “Yeah, your busy day is all over the kitchen.”
“I asked Master if it would be alright if we could change dinner to eight instead of seven. He said that he wouldn’t be home until late because of clients, so it would be fine, as long as it was ok with you. I tried your cell phone three times, Sir. Since I couldn’t get ahold of you I went with Master’s plan.”
“I was at the gym, and technically, no. You didn’t ask me.”
She had been nervously hopping about the kitchen, and putting things away until he spoke. She slowed and met him with silence. That moment gave him what he wanted. He would get more. Her voice was confessing an account and praying for justification.
She glanced at the clock. Seven –thirty-two. He stood up and finished his beer. He let the baseball game play on while he walked to the kitchen and grabbed her by the hair. He pulled her into his room. Her footfalls were frenzied.
He slammed the door, then her up against it. He began to strip himself as well her. With his own clothes, he dashed through. With her clothes, he treated them like wrapping paper on a present, threads ripped, zippers popped.
“You lied to your Master. You told him that you’d do as he said, as long as I gave you my permission. Three phone calls is not the same thing as my permission.”
“I asked Master….” Her voice and the excuse seemed paltry, but his hand was strong and forceful as it struck across her cheek.
“That’s not the same thing.”
Brian leaned in on her. He huffed up and down her neck and into her hair. She felt him growing against her.
He put both hands around the back of her neck and pulled her forehead to his lips. He kissed her in a gentle, loving way. Her body molded to his. He was warm. He had her sweet, unassuming submission. He treasured that.
He wanted her to fear him. Fortunately for him, he didn’t have far to go. He released her, edging her back with one large hand wrapped around her throat.
She wasn’t allowed to touch their hands, beg, or speak unless spoken to while in this position, unless given permission. His hand was as loose as it could be against her throat, so she knew that this was the beginning of the game.
“It’s hard not to crawl on you. Rip you to shreds. I have to leave you in decent shape. And of course I can’t just tell my best friend that I got carried away and damaged our girl.”
His jaw tightened with his fist around her throat. Her air was gone so fast, and the words she heard so harsh. Both caught her completely off guard.
He let her go completely and she fell like bricks to the ground, gasping and coughing. He chuckled, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He reached out and dragged her to him by her hair. He pulled her up between his legs. His fat dick was hanging in front of her, like a weapon of pride. His hand wrapped around her pained neck. His thumb rubbed out a perfect spot for his teeth. She would endure his animalistic biting until he broke the skin and her tears mixed with the blood. His teeth cut into her shoulders once her neck began bruising and swelling, blood running between teeth marks. It made it almost impossible to see where to attack next. Under her chin and even her cheeks had been purchased by the sharpness of his teeth.
She sobbed and begged for mercy, even tried to push him away. Brian held her close and decided only to allow her air when she displayed behavior acceptable to him.
“Now you’ve got a little fight, huh?”
Instead of a allowing her to answer, he slapped her. He loved the confusion he saw in her. He stood and went straight for his pile of discarded clothes. He came back with his belt.
She had taken the opportunity to move to the other side of the bed. There was nowhere to run from him. She couldn’t hide, and her face stung. However, fear and pain will do funny things to people.
He moved on top of his bed and simply looped the belt around her throat, pulling her up and onto the bed. He found her hiding place and his ability to hook her quite amusing.
“I’m going to choke the fuck out of you. Do you understand?” He smiled down to her.
She clawed at the belt. He loosened it so that she he could stuff his cock down her throat. Her tears and gagging originally came from him choking her, but now it was his dick that caused the pain from the inside. He held her face. He fucked her mouth until he reached the brink. He pulled out and let her head drop like a stone onto the bed.
“Roll over, I want your ass.”
He slapped her right ass cheek hard enough to rock her. She turned on him and shoved him, slapping against his chest as she screamed for him to stop. Every word spoken and turn to her body was a stinging reminder of the bites he had marked her with.
He’d allow for her arms to flail. He’d let her have her fight. He loved it when she thought she was going to get somewhere, and might have the hope of escape. His favorite part was crushing that hope. Each time he pinned an arm, or a leg, or grabbed a fistful of hair; he took that hope.
She knew that in the end, he always won. He acquiesced when it came to her fighting back, because he enjoyed it. When it was said and done, his cock ploughed through any hole he wanted. Part of her hated it, but she still screamed when he made her cum.