5. Sex Slave Shower Guard

Disclaimer: This story is fiction. Comments are appreciated. All characters are 18 years old. To improve context, you may wish to enjoy the series in number order. Any resemblance to real people is coincidental, but if your name is Kyle, feel free to pretend it is you...

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Alex and I watched Dan's light trail off down the dark path, until it too, like Tim's, extinguished in the distance and topography.

Alex started to laugh, and it was contagious. We stood there, half naked from the waist down, giggling together.

"Ssshh. Sshh," she said. "That idiot will hear us."

"So what?" I asked. "He has already been humiliated beyond all comprehension. He is rushing back to the dorm with a butt plug up his ass, and the local dominatrix... that would be you, right?... has required that he prepare a cozy little fuck pad there, waiting for us to come and fuck his little brain to oblivion."

"Do you think he will actually do it?" she asked.

"You mean, go there, keep his butt plug in, take down his mattress, take out his condoms, and wait patiently for us to come and fuck? Maybe fuck him?"

"Yeah, that."

I tapped the edge of my palm on my chin and lips. "Well.... Probably. It depends, though."

"Yeah? On what?"

"On whether someone interrupts him or not. I think, if he just goes straight home, and no-one talks to him, he is gonna stay inside his head, and you really fucked up the inside of his head. So, then, he will be there -- waiting. Probably stroking his dick."

"And if someone else talks to him?"

"If it is just someone casual, then it won't make a difference. But, if it is someone he knows, likes, and trusts... Then all bets are off. He would probably stop to talk, and the more you talk about it, the weirder it sounds."

"So?"

"Well, do you see Dan actually doing something that is that weird, sexually? I mean, really, he is just plain jacket potato. Not even with beans. Right?"

"Yeah. I get it," she licked her lips, pensively, as she processed Dan's likely condition, and possible outcomes of the situation that had been set up. She frowned.

I pushed her. "So, Alex, what do you want to do? I mean, you supercharged him. But, we don't actually have to do that scene, if you don't want to. I for one, would be pleased to continue what we started here on the bench, before those two idiots and their flashlights and Dan's wanking intervened."

She looked at me and smiled wide. "That sounds good. We were getting somewhere, then. Sitting on the bench, right?"

I moved to sit there again, but as I sat, my naked ass found the cold bench quite a bit too uncomfortable. "Feel this," I said, placing her hand on the cold seat. "I mean, we could... eventually... warm it up. But, I concur with what you said earlier."

"What was that?"

"Not to fuck in the cold and the leaves and the dark. Better to fuck on a soft bed with appropriate heating."

"I know a dorm room that may be fully equipped with a bed, heating, and a proto- sex slave," she giggled.

"You know that it is not polite to have sex slaves, right?"

"Even if they are willing sex slaves?" she asked, coyly.

"Well that is far far better than unwilling sex slaves. I would never stand for that," I affirmed. "But I am not sure that even Dan is fully willing. And I am not sure he is in a fit state to know his own mind. I think that he is a bit compromised."

"So, you think I should call it off."

"Well, I don't know. He might be severely disappointed. But, in the long run, it would probably be better to smooth over the awkwardness and implied coercion. And, reset for a later time. If you still want to do the sex slave thing."

"Aren't you jealous of him?" she asked. "I mean, what if I wanted a sex slave just for me?"

"Well," I said, "That is entirely up to you, and I can't stop you from doing something you might regret. But, I think that a boyfriend might be superior to a sex slave."

I almost winced when I said that, but I was sincere, and after all, I wanted her to want me for me. Not as a sex slave or performing cock.

Note to self: the little head reminds me that it would love to be a performing cock, and wants me to keep that in mind for future opportunities.

She grinned up at me, "So, are you saying you want to be my boyfriend?"

"Well, I know it's early, but, yes. I think it would be very much something I would like to be."

"I would like that too," she said.

FUCK YES! I thought. BING BING BING BING.

I reached for her, and kissed her. Little sparkles were in her smiling eyes.

She drew back, "So what should we do with Dan, then?" she asked.

"What would you like to do?" I smirked back at her. "I am not letting you off the hook. You set that scene up without asking me, so you need to think about what to do now."

"I still want to do something to him, with him. I don't know what though. And I want us, you and me, to finish what WE started, only I want it to be inside, on a bed, with warm air and towels and a shower afterward."

I bent to gather our clothes, and started to get dressed. I held out her things and her purse. "OK. Do you have his number? Or do you want to use mine?" I held my phone out to her.

She shook her head. Putting her phone to her ear, she waited for the call to go through, then said, "Hey, Juliet. Are you busy? I have a bit of a situation."

--/--

We met up with Dan at the Finagle. He had ordered a bucket of long necks, and was nervously twirling the first bottle in his hands, not really drinking it.

"Hi Dan," said Alex. She hugged him, quickly, from the side, very sisterly and chaste, then sat. I sat on his other side, briefly dropping my hand down along his shoulder, in a friendly way.

"Hi," he said, eyes moving back and forth rapidly between us.

"Oh, sorry," I said, shifting seats so that I was opposite him at the table, and Alex was between us.

He eyed both of us, warily, but his eye movements were now controlled and he relaxed slightly.

"I'm sorry, Dan," she said. "I got carried away. After you left, I had time to think about it, and I... well, I shouldn't have said all those things I said. It wasn't fair."

"Um, OK," he said. There was a mixture of relief, loss, grief, and envy twisting across his face.

She continued, "I don't ever want you to do anything that you might be uncomfortable doing."

"OK," he said. A brief, wry grin flickered at the corner of his lips. He ducked his eyes, and nodded his head.

"Will you be OK?" she asked.

"Oh, Alex," I broke in. "No, he is not going to be OK. That was a helluva situation. We can't just expect any of us to just, I dunno, forget it like it never happened. But, I think we can find a way where we will all remain friends. Do you think it's possible?"

Dan smiled, a bit sheepish. "Well, I... I don't know. I do want to say thank you for the apology, I think."

Alex smiled at him, and nodded.

"First, though, I want to apologize to you, both, for my own behavior and stupidity."

He looked around, to see if anyone nearby was listening in, eavesdropping. "Wanking in public. Well that was a stupid stupid trick for me to do. I guess I deserved everything that happened after that, OK? I deserved it, I think."

Alex reached her hand and briefly touched his. He didn't appear to notice, and kept twirling the nearly full bottle.

"At the same time, god damn. Alex you are one fucking..." He stopped, worked his mouth as if it had gone suddenly dry, then continued. "... I dunno. Hot. No. Fucking volcanic. Dominatrix bitch.

He continued, "And, I never knew how intense it would feel to have a... thing... in my ass. Goddamn. I think you have maybe ruined me. Or something. Awakened me. I don't know."

Alex smiled at him.

"So, I don't quite know what to say, right now. I mean, you said to me that either I could have the horniest experience of all time, but that I might highly regret it, or I could instead regret missing the opportunity. Either way, though, it seems that I would get.... regret."

He nodded, primarily to himself, "Yeah, that's what I got. Regret."

Alex frowned, and started to get a little misty eyed.

I butted in, "So, Dan, look. We don't want that either. I like you as a friend, and I don't want us to be estranged as roommates. That would suck. And not in a good way."

He looked at me, concentrating on what I had to say.

I continued, "I want you to know, that I think Alex is a smoking hot.. I don't know, not really dominatrix... but maybe sex fiend... nympho.... pick your own word. And, she is really a hot fuck. And we are together, well, an item. I think our relationship is good. And we are going to continue as a couple."

Alex nodded at this statement.

Continuing, I said "Given all that, well, she also has, I dunno, let's call it wide horizons. And she is bringing me along on her journey. But earlier this evening, that domme thing was unplanned, spontaneous, and she didn't mean it to hurt anyone, especially to hurt you."

"Ok," he said tentatively.

"And I think maybe we hurt you. Like you said, all you have now is regret. I don't think that is fair."

He sighed.

Alex looked at me, and then back to Dan.

She spoke. "So, Dan, I want you to know, that we will never ever disclose what happened tonight. You are safe. We... We don't want that to get in the way."

He looked at her, then nodded, "Thanks. Yeah. " Smiled briefly. "Thanks."

"Ok," she said. "Does that help reduce the regret?"

"Yeah," he said.

"Are you still regretting, maybe a missed opportunity?"

Dan nodded, slightly, "Possibly, but maybe this is a regret that will be much more apparent when I am older. That scenario, it was intense. Almost scary. No, really scary. I am not sure if I am anywhere near ready. But, the missed opportunity? I guess it really depends on whether this missed opportunity is one and done, never to be repeated. I have a lot of life ahead of me. But, who knows, maybe it will just be... boring."

Alex replied, "That's what I thought, too. So, if there was a future opportunity, and it wasn't quite so outrageous and scary, that would fix it?"

He now stared at her, perhaps a flicker of hope in the corner of his eyes. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, later, after you have had a chance to explore all the things you learned about yourself today, and you have had a chance to, I dunno, develop your own relationships.... after all that, you might be ready. And then, maybe we would take your raincheck."

"What? Raincheck?" asked Dan. "Like, later?"

"Maybe. If you are ready," she said. "But only if you decide you want to get fucked in a group. And you like buttstuff. Because that is what it is... a raincheck for group buttstuff. With boys and girls. More than one of each."

"Fuck me," he breathed. "That is... um.. just fucking incredible."

"No regrets?" she asked.

"Um, no."

I jumped in, drawing this fantasy back to earth. "Hey, I want to know, did you actually get your mattress onto the floor? And, find towels and stuff? In our room? You know, in preparation."

The wonderment on his face crashed down, "Yeah. I did. It's all set up, waiting."

"OK, then," I said confidently. "I.. no. We, have a request. Alex and I would like you to give us, maybe an hour, in the room. Alone."

"Hour and a half," she chimed in.

"I don't need to tell you what we are going to do."

Alex chimed in, "We are going to fuck. And do buttstuff. On your bed. On the floor."

"Then we want you to come back and be the hall monitor when we use the shower. The big one. In the dorm."

He looked rapidly between us, as his face shifted from shock to amusement.

I continued. "It'll be after midnight. So, not many people are going to want to use the shower. But we don't want any peanut gallery, either. So, your job is to keep it private, and to keep out people who shouldn't see what we are going to do."

His face lifted in a smile.

"And, this time, if you want, you can peek. But no pictures," said Alex.

Alex and I stood, held hands, and left the table. Just as we were exiting Finagle's, I noticed a familiar face: it was Juliet, and she was headed to Dan's newly emptied table.

"Hello," she said. "I'm Juliet, Alex's roommate. Can I join you?"

--/--

"That went well," said Alex, as we walked rapidly back to the dorm. I had my key in hand already. The little head was not wanting to waste any time: get in fast, start fucking faster.

"You are simply amazing, Alex. You blew that guy's mind apart. Like an H-bomb. Fucking just obliterated a whole continent in his mind at one time. And, the 'let's do it later' thing. That was brilliant! He is going to have the biggest boner for weeks and weeks. And, damn, Juliet too! When it happens, him and her and me and you, that is going to be a fantastic party."

"Woah boy! Who knows how it will play out? Let's see what develops. That is all in the future. Right now, I want this."

She stopped me in the dorm hall, pushed me against the wall, unbuttoned my top jeans button and reached down into my pants. The guys at the end of the hall craned their heads, but were too far away to see clearly what was happening.

She looked at them and laughed, "Should I suck your dick right here?"

"Fuck, Alex, you are incorrigible."

My little head was shouting YES YES YES.

She unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out of the fly. "Keep that out. I want to advertise."

We rushed, holding hands, my little head flapping in the wind, my hand with the key also struggling to hold up my unbuttoned pants. We're there: door, unlock, in, slam, relock.

I pulled her into my arms, mouth locked to hers.

She pushed me back. "Get your clothes off. Idiot."

Dan had left a scented candle burning. His mattress was on the floor. Sheets made up. Towels stacked nearby. Six condoms in wrappers lay on the clothes chest. And... the butt plug. Shining with lube.

I was still fumbling with my clothes when I felt Alex's hand grab my hair, pulling my head down to the mattress. I slipped the last sock off.

"Too slow. Cock. I want you. I want it all." She ran her fingers along my pubic hair, and my belly fuzz, then along the hair in my ass crack. "Should we get rid of this fur, or just enjoy it to the hilt?" she asked rhetorically.

My dick was already straining.

She pushed me down onto my back, then turned into a 69 position. I reached around her hips, guiding her smooth, oiled cunt onto my face. She mouthed my prick upside down, licking the top of the glans with her tongue.

I licked upside down, pulling her clitoris hood over the tumescent clit, then dragging my tongue into her wet vagina. I had to reach with my tongue, uncomfortably, to tickle at her butthole.

She sighed and breathed around my cock. "Fuck yeah. Do that more." She shifted her hips, rotating to put her butt in line with my mouth. "Make it pointy. Put it in there. Get it there."

I pushed my tongue in and out, accelerating my movements by jerking my head forward and back, the stiffened tongue a little battering ram into the gates of her butt castle.

She sat up, pushing her whole weight on my mouth. "Keep on licking, cock."

She giggled, "Maybe I will call you cock number one. After all, I had a perfectly good cock slave already set up for tonight. And, while I agree that we needed to throw that one back into the pond for now, I think it also might be very much fun to have a cock number two to play with, right alongside of cock number one."

"Don't you agree, cock number one?"

I said, "MMmmph" as my mouth and tongue had a prior engagement with Alex's anal muscle ring.

I felt cold lube on my cock, followed by circular motion, corkscrewing along my hard dick as she started rubbing me.

"After all, maybe cock number two could be eating my ass so lovely, while cock number one was fucking me in the cunt."

"Or, maybe cock number two could be eating my ass, deep, while cock number one was pounding cock number two's asshole into smithereens."

"Or, maybe, maybe, cock number one could be eating my asshole," she stopped to bounce on my chin, "While cock number two was fucking his ass!"

She reached around and pushed her fingers into my asshole, and started hitting my prostate. Fuck! That was intense!

"What else could a good cock slave do? Hmm? Maybe cock slave one could fuck my ass and cock slave two could fuck my cunt? He does seem to own some condoms, after all."

She shifted again to grind her pussy on my mouth and lips, rubbing back and forth.

I reached my hands upward, and found her long hair, wound it up in my fists and pulled her head back, then her whole body backward.

I said, "Or maybe the cock slaves would rise in insurrection, depose the cockslave queen, and force her to lick their buttholes." I rolled over, forcing her onto her back, head at the edge of the mattress on the floor, and then squatted with my balls and asshole right at her lips. "Lick it. I'll show you a sex slave. Lick it now."

She nuzzled my taut ballsack, then plunged her tongue into my butt. I used the fistful of hair to force her head back and forth. Then I lifted her head, and forced my long, thin, hard cock deep into her mouth. All the way to the pubic bone. And, then I used her face like a fleshlight. The end of my prick was banging her throat, forcing down her gullet.

She gagged, and I pulled out. "Sorry, I got carried away."

"Fuck. That was intense. Now, cock slave, now I don't care if you are in revolt, just... Fuck. My. Ass."

I spun her body, moving her head away, and her cunt toward me, pushed her legs up, and then pushed my dick into her ready and wet butt. I put my thumb into her cunt, too, and pounded both appendages into her at the same time.

"Cock number two and cock number one are fucking railing your holes, oh cock queen. Can you hold out? Hmm? Or are you going to cum like an animal?"

I reached my other hand and pulled hard at her left nipple, lifting her whole breast and stretching the aureola under its weight.

I dropped the titty, then shoved the fingers from that hand into her open mouth. "Maybe two cock slaves are not enough. Maybe you need one for every hole."

Bingo. She started to spasm, first in her ass, where my pounding prick absorbed the rippling tightness, then in her cunt, where my thumb was captured in mid-plunge, and finally in her throat, as she started exhaling in great gusts of breathless wind.

"Fuck... Fuck... Fuck...."

She then just fell limp.

My own orgasm hadn't actually triggered, and now, well, I was afraid that I had done something to Alex. Something bad.

It wasn't right, to go limp. Not right. Her eyes were closed. Her beautiful, sparkling full-of-life eyes, unresponsive.

"Are you OK?"

She didn't respond.

I popped out of her holes, my prick shriveling in fear.

"Alex. Stop fucking around. Are you OK? Wake up!"

I shifted her on the bed, bent my head to her chest. Her heart was still beating. I bent my ear to her nose and mouth. Slight exhalations still emanated.

She wasn't dead. She wasn't paralyzed.

"Wake up, Alex. Fuck. Wake up."

Slowly, her eyes began to shift back and forth, under her eyelids, as she swam back up out of unconsciousness.

"Mmmmm. That was lovely," she purred, and she pulled me to her, kissing and embracing me.

--/--

We were still there, embracing naked in our sleep, dried sticky in streaks on our bodies, when Dan and Juliet entered the room.

"Fuck, Alex. It smells like butt sex in here. And, is that your bed? I don't think so. You are doing it again," said Juliet. It now sounded a bit farcical, like a recording.

Dan just stood there, boner rising in his pants. "Fuck." he breathed out quietly. Clearly the regret scenario was playing in his head.

"Get the windows open, Dan. It stinks in here."

Alex and I sat up, on our elbows, and looked at each other and then at the pair of busy bodies. She shrugged.

Having opened the window, Dan said, "You need a shower, bad." He threw three towels at us. "Get going."

Alex and I stood, naked, and filed out into the empty hallway. It was late, late, and we were quiet as we tripped down to the large, dark shower room.

The warm water was invigorating, and Alex gently washed me all over -- my back, my hair, my feet, my crotch, my butt.

"Oh, that feels so good," I said. My prick was back and hard as ever, having missed out on an important set of orgasms earlier in the evening.

"Suck me," I said, as she rinsed off all the soap.

She smiled, and pulled my hard dick into her mouth. Then, I felt something nuzzling my rear. "What have you got..." I began, and then remembered that the butt plug was not standing on the clothes chest as we left.

She sucked, pushing down to my pubic bone, with one hand scratching under my tightening balls, and the other twisting the plug in my ass.

"Fuck!! I'm cumming!" I whispered to Alex. She pounded the butt plug in and out, three times, rapidly, hard, popping my prostate.

She dropped my prick out of her mouth with a plop, and then the spray of cum covered her face, her tits.

We heard tittering from the doorway. Dan and Juliet had seen the finale.

"Hey, peanuts. Close the door," said Alex. And then she smiled at me, with her fabulous, lively eyes.

"I love you Alex."

What the fuck did I just say?

--/--