“Look, I ain’t gonna Out you, but you have got to stop starin’ at me.”

We were on the bow of Davidson’s Midday Sun, tying the mooring lines to the Reedville dock to pick up the tour for the day. Mike said it as he leaned over to hand off the line so no one probably heard him but I still threw a panicked look around me just to be sure. Then I tried to be cool.

“Dude, what the fuck are you talking about?”

He looked at me, his expression said that I knew damn well what he was talking about. Which, unfortunately, I did.

I had been staring at him. For like the last week. Faroud and Peter both graduated and they were the only guys I knew I could trust. I could find a girl – hell, Beth was my Top while Peter’s gone and Lisa was allowed – but by then I knew I was occasionally gonna want, gonna need, a guy to take me. I had learned – thanks to my cousin, Peter – that in addition to being practically addicted to sex with girls, I got off on guys pretty hard too.

Mike was one of those ‘guy’ guys. One of the ones you wouldn’t believe was actually gay unless you saw him bent over under another guy. He looked like he spent time in prison and could lift a truck one handed. I figured he could break me in half. I knew his partner, Bill, real well too – you know Bill’s gay. He didn’t say it, but any guy who can work a commercial boat and come home as clean as when he left, is a bit light in the loafers. Anyway, I’d known Mike since I was four years old and I’d had a thing for him ever since I the first time I saw him after I got boned.

For me strong was good. Rough was better. Mike looked both.

The last week before school started, I was working the Midday Sun full-time so that Paul could take a week off and watching Mike’s muscles ripple for five days straight was beginning to wear me down. Which was why I was staring at him and imagining him taking me hard and fast. This was the first time he’d indicated that he’d noticed.

“You can’t Out me, dude.” I tried to deflect the comment. “I ain’t gay.”

“So you just curious?”

“Dude!” I glanced over my shoulder but we were nowhere near anyone. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Alex, I don’t care. Believe me, if-n I were younger or not attached, I’d be damn flattered. Hell, I’d be damn interested. But I ain’t havin’ that discussion with your Grandfather or Bill.”

“I’m not gay.”

“Then stop starin’ at me like you wanna lick me. Capt. Ed’s bound to notice eventually – not, mind you, that he’d care either.”

He jumped onto the dock and moved down to the stern; I followed on deck and we repeated the whole procedure on the back end.

“So, what,” he asked when we again were within arms reach, “Your boyfriend dump you?”

I had no idea how he guessed so close to the truth. “You are such a fuckin’ asshole.” I snapped and damn near dropped the line.

He laughed at me as he caught the line and secured it. “Go tell Ed we’re secure. I’ll go get the passengers.” He grinned. “Honey.”

He rode me like that all God damned day. Finally, sailing home, he got me. I was on the stern looking out and thinking that I was very glad that this was my last day out. Monday, school started and I could find somebody else to jump. Mike could remain one of those fantasies I jacked off to. Mike pushed up behind me; I could feel his dick rubbing against my ass.

“My first time,” he taunted, “was under the boardwalk in Atlantic City. Where was yours?”

“On the Sunrise.”

He was silent for a moment. Then he said, “There, now that weren’t so hard ta admit, now was it?”

I swallowed hard and tried not to think about how sweet his dick would feel right about then. “Dude. Seriously. I am not gay.”

“You just like screwing around with crewmen?”

“It was a girl.”

“You told me two years ago that yo’ first time with a girl was in the back seat uh Peter’s car over by the Wicomico River.”

I went silent again.

“I won’t tell, Alex. Honestly. It ain’t that big uh deal, really. You’ll see. But if you ever need someone to talk to, you know where ta find me, right?”

He was just about out of earshot when I turned around. “I’m bi.”

He turned back to face me. “Come again?”

“I’m not gay. I’m bi.” I shrugged. “I dig chicks seriously. But I’m kinda into guys too.”

He nodded slowly. “Ok. That’s ok too.”

“I had…I had uh guy I was seeing at school only he graduated an’ left for college. He didn’t dump me but,” I shrugged again, “it ain’t like he’s around, right?”

“You’ll get over it. You’ll find another friend.” He leered. “Trust me.” Capt. Ed yelled out from the bridge and Mike slapped my ass, “Come on, we finish up here, and Bill an’ I’ll take you out for uh beer.”

When we got to the dock, I passed on the beer – not that I could drink it anyway – and went home. I talked it over with Beth. Then I called Peter.

“I want a boyfriend,” I confessed, “and a girlfriend. One kinda submissive and one kinda dominant. Not to replace you or anything. Just, you know….” I hesitated because I wasn’t sure how to say what I wanted.

“I know.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “Ok.”

I looked at the phone receiver. “Ok?”

“Yeah.” He laughed, “Look, at some point you’re gonna have ta pick your own dates, right? May as well start now.” We talked over the rules that would apply. He still wouldn’t let me cum without permission but he said Beth or Lisa could give it if he wasn’t in town. He still had final say on everything. Peter remained my Dom.

I started school pretty upbeat. Homecoming week was always the second week of school and always rocked. Games, dances, parties, every club in the school did something. I spent ninety percent of my free time on the football field. We won the Homecoming game against Warsaw and I won MVP. A week later, I also won Defensive Team Captain – which also rocked. I had to step back from the Ballroom Team, though. I still had time to dance, since that was during school hours, but I couldn’t compete in everything during the football season. Mr. Fuentes was pretty mad but he wasn’t about to argue with Coach Dutton.

I did all right in school – I was never an A student but as long as I did my homework, I kept my average above a C. The only place I ever really needed help was math. I could handle the basics fine. But once they started throwing art work instead of numbers at me, my brain fried. Beth was a rotten tutor.

I usually got most of my homework done during study hall so I didn’t have to worry after practice. Last year, I got the monitor to help with the math crap but this year, I was in one of the unmonitored groups. Which meant they trusted me not ta act uh fool, great, but sucked for my math grade.

“Why the fuck do we even study this shit!” I groaned one afternoon about a month in.

“Calculus is useful in engineering.” I glared in the direction of the speaker. “Among other things.”

Brandon Dixon. Often called ‘Brandy’ when the assholes need someone to fag bash. I had seen him around the school for years but I didn’t know him well. For the first time I noticed just how much like a girl he really looked. He had honey blond hair in thin wisps down past his shoulders, a round face, almond eyes and he was slender to the point of frail. Suddenly, I thought of Bangkok. I thought of the boys for sale there. Brandon would have made a fortune.

“Well, anyway.” Brandon turned scarlet and looked away. “That’s why they teach it.”

“Eh!” I snapped in his direction. He looked back at me. “You know this shit?”

He blushed deeper.

‘Christ!’ I thought to myself, ‘This boy ain’t submissive, he’s a fuckin’ doormat.’

“Kinda,” He said, “I mean, I’m passin’ the class.”

“Yeah? Who’s class you in?”

“Um, yours, actually. I sit two rows behind you.”

I couldn’t believe I never even noticed him before but I didn’t dwell on it. I pushed the chair next to me out and stared at him. Predictably, he got up and sat in it. I pushed my book at him. “Make it make sense.” I yanked the chair closer to me, causing him to yelp like a girl. “Brandy.”

He looked at me, clearly annoyed by the ‘Brandy’ but quickly looked back at the text. “Where are you confused?”

He tutored me for the next month. I stayed on the edge of intimidation, not ever touching him but making it clear that I was stronger and faster than he was. Every time I made him yelp – which was daily – I called him Brandy. He got to the point where he blushed when I said it. Thanks to my close association with the cheerleading squad, no one suspected that I was slowly seducing Brandon.

I wanted him bad.

This was not to say that I spent the first two months of school chasing the boy. In fact, I used my new freedom from Peter to work my way through the Cheerleaders and the Pep Squad. The great thing about those girls is that they’re all sluts so they don’t get all pissy if they catch you with another member of the squad. Beth wouldn’t let me screw anybody but she gave me unlimited oral rights. I used them constantly. Although, in truth, I received way more than I gave.

Except with Sara Weinberg. Sara insisted that I go down on her first every time. Not that I minded but it pissed me off because she was pushy enough to do that but not really bossy enough to be, well, Dom. I really wanted the Holiday dance to be the event where I had my love life settled. Instead, I gave up and planned on taking Lisa.

Sara caught me in the hall just after lunch one day. It was after Thanksgiving already and I was thinking more about the end of the football season than anything else. ‘Brandy’ was coming along nicely – he even voluntarily gave up his evenings to wait for me after practice. That was in part due the fact that I also figured out who the fag-bashing ringleader was and got a couple linemen to discuss the matter with the dick-wad. But it was in large part do to the fact that Brandon wanted me almost as much as I wanted him. I was on my way to having a boyfriend sub on the side but still had no real prospects for a girlfriend Dom and really thinking more about the upcoming game when Sara hit me with the back of her hand.

Hard. In the stomach. I almost lost my lunch.

“What the fuck?” I coughed out when I was certain I wasn’t gonna spew anything.

“Did you ask Lisa to the Holiday Dance?”

“Yeah. So?”

She sighed, exasperated. “You could have at least told me that. Damn it.” She knit her brow and thought hard.

“What? I mean, it’s not like we’re dating of something. Hell, you only talk to me when you want a little.”

She rolled her eyes. “Shut up. I’m thinking, here.”

I though for a minute too. “Wait. Didn’t Lucas ask you to this thing?”

The way she groaned, you would have thought I was the stupidest creature alive. “Yes.”

She kept thinking.

“So?”

She blinked at me. “I don’t really want to go with Lucas.”

I started to ask why she said yes if she didn’t want to go with him but decided that maybe it would be smarter if I didn’t. Then I got a clever idea.

“Hey, listen. You wanna go to this thing with me?”

She rolled her eyes again. “Well obviously.”

“Cool.”

“You’ll dump Lisa?”

Fuck no. “I got an idea. I think she’ll go for it.” Lisa didn’t care who she went with so long as she could dance. Brandon didn’t have a date yet.

I grabbed Lisa first, later, right before practice. “Hey, listen, would you mind if I take Sara an’ Brandon takes you to this dance thing?”

She looked at me, calculating. “What will you do if I say yes?”

I paused and thought about it. “I don’t know. Whatever you want for a month. Just please. Sara’s uh bitch but I think with a little push, she could be really evil.”

“And you think I’ll have a good time with Brandon?”

“I promise. If you don’t, you can do what ever you want to me.”

She laughed, “I can do that anyway. Peter said so long as you alive when I’m done, I can do what I want.”

I paused again, caught by the image of Lisa in latex making me be her personal slave. “Did he?” I finally managed to murmur.

“But, I guess it doesn’t really matter. Sure. I’ll go with Brandon. My dress this year is red.”

“Leather?” I asked hopefully.

She rolled her eyes and headed into the locker room.

Brandon was harder.

“I hadn’t planed to go actually,” he said, blushing yet again, “I’m not much of a dancer.”

We were alone waiting for the late bus by the parking lot. I pinned him, one-handed, to the wall. He gasped. If it were me, my shorts would have been tight. “You’ll learn. You taking Lisa. End discussion.”

He swallowed hard. “Ok, Alex.” I don’t let him up. He squirmed a bit and I had to resist kissing him. “Ok.”

I pulled in close to him. Closer than I had before. Jesus, God, I wanted him bad. “Maybe – after – you can stay at my place. Would that be cool?”

“Uh…uh…oh…su-sure. Alex.” He seemed to have trouble catching his breath. “I could do that.”

“Do you want to?” I asked him softly. I wouldn’t want to force him.

“Oh, yes.” He sighed.

I let him go. “Good. Come on.”

It took him a minute to catch up with me.

Eventually, the night of the dance arrived. The dance team was off for once so I actually got to wear a suit that didn’t have sequins. Dad let me take the car so I picked up everybody: Sara, Beth, Lisa, Brandon and Beth’s date, Chad – who I swear is the whitest guy I had ever seen anywhere ever. Then again, his name is ‘Chad’.

All three of the girls wore red. Beth was ultra hot as always and Lisa managed to look angelic in the color of whores. Sara must have seen my fantasies and dressed accordingly. She was wearing red leather.

“Promise me that thing comes with a matching whip and you can have me.”

She smiled slyly. “Yeah, I knew you’d like this.”

“Oh baby, you have no idea.”

Inside, Brandon did dance with Lisa and didn’t embarrass himself. Beth danced with Chad once then dumped him because he had zero rhythm – which I coudda told her – and spent the rest of the night whining about the lack of decent high school guys – which, again, I coudda told her. Sara and I danced most of the night, which was cool. At the end of the evening, Chad left with someone else, so I drove all the girls to Beth’s house. Before she went into the house, Beth leaned into my widow.

“Lisa and I were thinkin’ ‘bout havin’ a little conversation tonight with Sara. What you think?”

I tried to act cool but my heart rate was audible. “Tell ‘er what you want. You the Dom, now.”

“Yeah, I am, aren’t I?”

She swaggered into the house. Why in the fuck is she my cousin? I wondered as I watched that perfect ass sway.

I looked at Brandon. “Still wanna stay at my place?”

He looked out the passenger side window. “I’ll go home if it’s a problem.”

“Hey, Brandy,” I snap, “Grow uh pair. I asked if-n you wanna stay. Answer me.”

He faced me then and for once met my eyes. His eyes were a beautiful soft brown color. He reminded me of a sparrow. Small, light, delicate. Flightily. He had no idea how much control he could have over me if he took it. “I’d like to stay with you, Alex.”

A heartbeat went by. Two. I controlled the urge to jump his bones in the car and drove back to my house.

We spent maybe ten minutes chatting with my mother before she let us slip down to the basement and my newly converted room. Since Peter and I did most of the work ourselves, my parents never saw most of the ‘personal touches’ we added to the room. It’s a good thing. I don’t think they’d ever stop yelling if they saw any of it.

Brandon looked a little nervous when I turned on the light and the dominatrix poster at the head of my bed stared back at him. I gave him a couple minutes alone while I went to find clean towels.

“Bathroom’s in there,” I told him, “You can shower first if you want. Or in the mornin’ if you rather.”

“Alex.” His voice was just above a whisper. “Are these things for me?” He was looking at my collar and cuffs on the dresser.

I picked them up and again admired the handwork; “These were made by hand for me in Thailand. I don’t think they’d actually fit you. You can try ‘em if you want.” I held them loosely, not offering them to him but not taking them away either. He took the collar and caressed the inlaid pattern. He opened the snaps and fit it properly around my neck.

I didn’t move but I know I popped more than a couple stitches in my pants. “You think you can take me?” I tried to sound truly menacing.

“I think if you were going to hurt me, you would have done so by now.”

“An’ why you think I can’t hurt you now?”

He looked back at me, an expression of mixed calm and desire, “Will you?”

I reached out slowly and brushed a stray hair out of his eyes with my fingertips. For some reason, at just that moment, I realize that he was half Chinese – that’s why the pretty face and delicate bone structure. I never did get hold of a Chinese boy the summer we spent in Asia. I grabbed his shirt collar, not quite a chokehold and pulled him to me. I could see in his eyes that he wanted this but I paused anyway.

“Maybe.” I kissed him softly. I wanted to throw him on the floor and ride him ‘til we both broke. “Is that what you want?” I kissed him softly again.

“I don’t know.” He whispered, trembling.

“Maybe you do what I tell you an’ I won’t have ta hurt you. How you feel ‘bout that?”

“Ok.” I let him go. My arm was getting tired anyway.

“Go shower.” I told him. “I’ll be in in uh minute.”

I text messaged Peter fast when the bathroom door closed. “may have 2 dom. ok?” It felt like forever before a reply came back “up 2 u”.

I took a deep breath and undressed, leaving the collar on the dresser. I hadn’t tested it in water yet and I didn’t want to ruin the leather. I was in good shape – hell, I was in great shape – so I wasn’t worried about looking good naked. But I thought Brandon might be concerned.

I shouldn’t have worried. He was under the shower spray, dripping wet and bare. His body was slender. Thinner than any girl – definitely missing most of the curves that make a girl interesting. But he wasn’t scrawny. He was tautmostly; muscular and compact but with pecs and an ass, leaving me assured that when I bent him over, he wouldn’t break.

I opened the shower stall and stepped in. He looked surprised then his eyes traveled over me. His expression told me less than his sudden huge erection did. I’d been sporting one for a while. “Wash me.” I said. I tried to use Peter’s command tone. Either it worked or that’s what Brandon wanted to do anyway because he picked up the soap and the sponge and began lathering me up.

He did my torso, front and back completely before starting to put the sponge back where he found it. “Hey,” I snapped, “You ain’t done.” He looked at me and I drank in his image again, hair dripping, body dripping, dick dripping and it was all I could do not to take him. He didn’t want my dick in his face. I kissed him softly again and put my hand on his shoulder. I pushed gently – not forced, just suggested – then crossed my arms. He knelt in front of me, picked up the sponge and the soap and proceeded to clean my dirty parts. Only Peter’s lessons in control kept me from shooting off as soon as he touched me. He gave me enough of a hand job to test that control. When I got near the edge, I stopped him and pulled him up.

“My turn.” I took the soap and the sponge and washed him. I remembered doing this with Peter and Beth and tried to be both practical and sensual. I was shocked at how big he was; most of the Asian boys I met were on the small size but Brandon was almost black guy big. He was gonna make me feel it if I went that route. When my soap-covered hand finally touched his throbbing dick, he cried out sharply. I used the sponge to get a good lather going on him; he was moaning continuously as I repeatedly stroked his dick and balls. He was not expecting it when I squeezed his balls hard.

He screamed before I got my hand over his mouth to block the sound. “Shhhhh,” I hissed in his ear, “relax.” I went back to stroking him gently. No tolerance for pain – he damn near lost his boner but recovered it quickly enough when my fingers took the soap and cleaned his asshole real good. Soon, he was gasping and shaking, bracing himself between the wall and door in an effort not to collapse as he came all over my face. Which nearly did it for me but I managed to hold back.

I stood up and gave him a minute to catch his breath. When his eyes opened, first he looked shocked to see his jizz still covering my face. Then he leaned forward and let me kiss him. I eventually rinsed the jizz off my face and we dried off quickly.

In my bed, I cuffed his hands together in front of him. “Alex…” he started, not sure if he should be afraid or not.

“Shhhh.” I whispered again, “You gonna live ta see sunrise.” I gagged him lightly. “This is just so we don’t wake my folks.” I could see that he was just this side of terrified. I lay him down. It was like having some new toy to play with. I sucked his nipples, licking and biting and trying to keep track of how much pain was good for him and where. I slowly moved down. By the time I reached his re-born boner, he was covered in a light sweat. I licked him lightly and was glad I gagged him as he cried out again. Then I moved his dick out of the way and licked his balls. First his muscles clinched then they relaxed. I sucked them until his hips squirmed too much for me to keep a good grip on them. Then I moved his legs and licked his asshole – which was one of those things I loved doing because it was so nasty and so sick and reminded me of what a sick little fuck I truly was – I am. I willingly licked people’s assholes. I stuck my tongue up his ass and he actually jumped when he screeched. His fingers tangled in my hair and held my face in place – which was kinda funny ‘cause it was usually girls who did that. Finally, I knew I had waited as long as I could. I pulled a condom and the lube outta my dresser drawer and coated his long, fat dick with them.

“What are you doing?” he managed to pant, muffled and distorted, under the gag.

I ignored him, lubed a couple of my fingers and reamed myself. I almost got carried away but caught myself when I thought about how good his dick was gonna feel. I crawled on top of him, opened his cuffs and removed his gag. “Think you can make me feel it?” I snarled at him and kissed him hard. “Make it hurt.”

His lip curled in an expression I wouldn’t have thought possible from a guy that sissy. Then he pushed me down and rammed into me. There was no finesse, no skill just raw, carnal lust as he showed me just how strong he was. He fucked me harder than I thought he could and jackhammer fast. He last way longer than I thought he would as well. I had trouble keeping myself from making more noise than grunting deeply. I felt the first orgasm coming and pushed it back down. When he rode me to the second, I let it happen. I had the feeling that mine triggered his but in that floating unreal moment, I was never quite sure of anything.

We both collapsed, panting, sweaty, on top of my blankets. I know I dozed off. I don’t know about him.

I woke to pitch black and my phone ringing. I found the damn thing and answered it with my eyes still closed. “What the fuck?”

“Excuse me?” Even half-comatose I recognized my Grandmother’s voice.

“Oh, sh-, uh, sorry, Grandma. I did-n know’s you.” I tried to clear my eyes enough to read the clock. Grandma would not be calling me at – Jesus, 5-fuckin’-am – without a reason. “What up?”

“Clearly not you. You on yo’ way?”

On my way. The words had no significance for a minute. Then a brain cell fired and everything came clear. It was Saturday; I had duty call on the Sunset,.

“Oh, cra-“ I caught myself before I swore at my Grandmother yet again. “Yeah, yeah, I’m on it.” I sighed deeply instead of saying what I was thinking. Then my eyes caught sight of the dim form of a sleeping Brandon. He practically glowed in the dark he was so pale. “Hey, Grandma. A buddy uh mine stayed over last night. We got room for one more?”

“Crew or passenger?”

“Ima guess passenger.”

She sighed this time. I heard some paper rustle then she sighed again. “I swear I spoil you. Alright.”

“You rock, Grandma. We’ll be there soon as we dressed.”

“Just don’t be late.” She said just before I heard the line click.

Much as I hated to do it, I turned on the light. Brandon didn’t move. I climbed back into the bed and shook him roughly. “Dude. Come on. Move.”

Groggy, he covered his face and tried to pull away from me. “No,” he whined, “Let me sleep. Just another minute.”

“I don’t have another minute. Ima be late as is.”

“What?” He looked at me, confused, through slit eyes. Then he seemed to remember the night before in one rush. He looked around. “Are we in trouble? Did someone hear us?”

“Dude. Chill. I got boat duty. But it’s cool, Grandma says you can sail with us. But we gotta go now.”

He sat up slowly – with a body that was killing me and morning wood. “Oh,” he said with a yawn, “I didn’t actually bring any clothes. I’d just planned to wear my suit home.”

I tossed him a shirt and a pair of pants that would work for the day. “Put a rush on it.”

He paused at the bathroom door. “Alex, about last night….”

“We don’t discuss it outside this room – ever – but if-n you ever wanna do it again, you best not make me late now.”

His mouth hung open for a moment then he ducked into the bathroom. A minute later, I hear the flush as he emerged, dressed, and sat down to put on his shoes. I tried to be as fast.

We arrived at the dock about five minutes late and yawning and had to endure one of my Grandmother’s lectures on punctuality before she gave us our tags and sent us out. I dragged Brandon down to the right slip, waving to the guys on other crews that I knew. We were underway, with me manning the galley before Brandon seemed to actually wake up.

“Do you do this every Saturday?”

“One uh month.”

He yawned and didn’t say much ‘til we docked in Reedville. Then he shadowed me for the day doing his best to help when he could or stay outta my way. The weather was perfect and the passengers consisted of six non-fishing couples trying for the first time. They had a ball. Capt. Jay didn’t mind having Brandon along and actually let the two of us spend the better part of the day just hanging out. On the way home, as the sun was setting, Brandon and I were sitting at the stern and he cleared his throat.

“Alex…”

“Al.” he still had not gotten the hang of our family habit of shipboard-vs-land names.

“Al, look, about last night.” I started to speak, but he cut me off. “I know you don’t want to discuss it but I need to. I’m sorry. It’s just that, I’ve never…that was the first time I’ve…”

“What, you never banged uh guy’s ass before?”

“I’ve never even kissed a guy before.” He said softly looking out over the water. “I don’t know if I’m ready for a relationship…”

“This ain’t no relationship.” I chortled, “You uh toy. Shit, I expect you to use the fuck outta me and forget my number when you done. ‘Cause that’s what Ima do to you.” His jaw dropped. For a moment, I thought he would cry. “Hey. Get over it. Talk ta Beth or Lisa. They’ll tell you the truth.” I glanced over my shoulder but we were alone for the moment. I bent him backward over the railing to kiss him. He shook but I couldn’t begin to say if it was fear of me, fear of falling in, passion or a combination. I just know when we stood up again, I had an urge to drag him below and bang him hard.

Sunday, I called Peter after church and confessed my sins – including getting a boner while telling him every thing. He sentenced me to one orgasm free week but a requirement to make Lisa, Beth and Brandon all cum at least once. And Sara – if things turn out that way. As punishments go, it was pretty light. I headed over to Beth’s house as soon as I hung up the phone since I knew that by the time I got there, Peter and Beth would have talked and she’d likely be ready to make me sweat.

“Sorry, not today. I’m on.” She said shrugging.

“So?” She knew for a fact that her period meant nothing to me.

“So, no.” She grinned. Then I got her point. If I failed my “sentence” this week, I’d get a harder one next week. Possibly something painful. In a backward way, she was rewarding me.

“You uh bitch and I love you.” I kissed her deeply.

“Alex!” she pulled back. “They’re home, you idiot!”

“Oh, what ‘cause they haven’t figured it out yet?” I scoffed. “Come on, they’re old not stupid.”

“I don’t care,” she snapped, “go away and let me sip my tea in peace. Go bug Lisa.”

“Whatever. Hey, what happened with Sara?”

“Oh, right. She ain't into it. She likes the look, but really, freaked at the idea of actually using a whip.”

“Aw, man!” I had really been looking forward to her doing wicked things to me. “Actually, for a minute last night, I thought Brandon was gonna take care of it for me.”

“Yes, I know.”

I paused. “You know?”

“I had a long talk with Brandon this morning. You gave him the scare from hell.”

I snorted. “Pussy.”

“Funny. I was thinking ‘fast learner’.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that I’m the Dom now and I don’t have to tell you anything.” She grinned, which from Beth meant she was a devious little cunt. “You should go home and suffer until Monday.”

I used to hate it when she started giving orders. I went home and suffered until Monday.

Monday, Winter break officially started. I arrived at 5:15am for duty shift on my first choice of boats – McElroy’s Joy, a commercial fisher – only to find my Grandparents arguing.

“Marcus, I have never missed a day ‘cause I was sick, and I am not about to start now. Besides, who’s gonna run this office if I’m out, you?”

“Hell, yes! You just go on home an’ I’ll handle all this.”

“You can’t handle your own job, how are you gonna handle mine?”

“Alright now, woman, I just ‘bout had it with them kinda cracks…”

“Then it’s ‘bout time that you left me to my work!” She looked at me. “Al! What are you gawking at?”

“Uh, nothing, ma’am.” I had never heard them actually argue before. Fuss at each other, yes, but Granddad was really upset, I could tell. It was disturbing.

“Hold on.” He said, putting his hand gently on hers, “What if the boy stays here with you. If you need to take a break, you can….”

“I have never needed to take a damn break…”

“…in damn near forty-five years. I know, I know but Candice, honey, humor me. ‘Sides, if-n –“ he stopped, looked at me, frowned and looked back at her, “– might make some sense to train someone as a backup.”

She glared at him. “I don’t need help, damn you. Don’t you have someone else feet to get under?”

“I ain’t givin’ on this one, Candice. The boy stays here.”

They stared at each other and I swallowed hard wishing like all hell I had come in late and missed all this. Finally, Grandma looked away and said, “Put your things in the back and clock in. You’ll be in the dock house today.”

I could hear them talking softly and waited in the back room until I heard him leave. I came back in just as the crews started arriving. It didn’t take long to see what Grandma was doing but it was amazing trying to figure out how she knew who was on which ship and when, who to call in, which boat was going where.

“I been doing this a long time.” Was all she’d say.

Later, after all the boats were checked in and all the crews signed out, she let me go home. I had always known that Grandma was the first one in; I had never realized that she was also the last one out. She looked exhausted when Granddad came to pick her up but neither of them commented on it.

Instead of going home, I went to Lisa’s house. I greeted her mother with a peck on the cheek and headed up to Lisa’s room. Lisa was on the phone with someone so I sat down at her computer and logged in – I long ago guessed her passwords – and checked my e-mails. The one I was waiting for was there. Peter was coming home Thursday. “Yes!” I quietly cheered.

I checked a couple other things – the sports page, the one porn site I can reach from here, my Amazon account to see where my Christmas order was. Finally, I got tired of waiting for her to get off the phone. I sat on the bed next to her and she scooted over so I had space. I picked up her foot – I still had orders regarding Lisa. I took off her shoe and sock and nibbled the bottom of her foot. She jerked her foot back because she hates it when I do that but she didn’t drop a note in her conversation. I held her foot firmly and began licking her toes. I didn’t worry about how long it was gonna take to work my way up her body or what I was gonna do to make her cum hard enough to tell Peter that I hit it right. I just systematically licked and sucked every inch on skin I could reach. When I got to her jeans, I pushed them up. When they wouldn’t push any further, I stopped long enough to take them off. At some point, I hadn’t noticed, but she got off the phone. I started with her calf again and concentrated on not skipping any spots. I tuned out her low moans. I held her down when she started squirming too much.

By the time I reached her inner thighs, Lisa was dripping down them. She was hot and tangy – like good barbeque, I used to tell her – and I had to consciously stop myself from attacking her clit. I could taste that she’d already cum once but she was well on her way to a second. I could feel my own boner throbbing and I groaned when I realized that I wasn’t allowed to do anything about it. I let my tongue circle around her clit and slither around her syrupy slit. Eventually, I tongue fucked her – which I knew drove her wild. I heard her muffled scream and knew she’d hit it again. Her legs wrapped around my head and held me in place forcing me to eat her through her next orgasm. I planted my hands around her tight little ass and held her as still as I could while she bucked against me. I had to pause, close my eyes and just growl for a minute when I realized I that I was closer to my own edge that I thought. Head locked, like that, though, there wasn’t much I could do to reign in. Every time I inhaled, I got the full aroma of her sex and every breath of her pussy made my dick twitch.

I gave her legs a tug but she wouldn’t move. I tried to move my face back but she tightened her legs. I pulled back harder but Lisa’s been a cheerleader since 7th grade and likely could crush lead pipes with her thighs. For a moment, the conflict was overwhelming: I wanted to cum but I was under orders not to and Lisa’s over-ripe pussy was pushing all my buttons. Being forced to stay put against my will did it. I sucked down hard on her clit as I came so bad I thought I was gonna cry. Lisa came again while I was cumming and I got a face full of girl jizz.

If I could have done it, I would have cum again.

Her legs slipped from around my neck and I rolled next to her.

“Oh, fuck.” I groaned. One more thing to confess to Peter tonight.

By 8am, everything Grandma did in the morning was done and she began showing me where to look up all the information she knew off the top of her head. She showed me everything over the next two weeks. By the last few days before Christmas, I was getting pretty good at the job over Grandma’s shoulder. Not like she was, of course, but good enough to take over when she did take the occasional break during the day. People were stunned to see me at the desk but slowly I realized that they were shocked to see anyone at the desk. Grandma was never sick. Grandma never took vacation. Grandma only took off when she had Dad an’ Aunt Hanna ‘cause Great Granddad threatened ta fire her if they was born in the dockhouse.

When the boats started coming back around 2:30 on the Wednesday before Christmas, Grandma was asleep.

“Hey, Grandma?” I called out, softly ‘cause I didn’t really want to wake her but I kinda didn’t believe she was out like a light. “Hey, Candy.” There was no way she’d let me get away with that one if she was awake. “Right.” I took the desk.

“Where’s Candy?” was the first question out of everyone for the rest of the afternoon.

“I’ve got the desk.” I answered all of them, “ID Tag?”

Everyone who checked out, checked in. Grandma slept through it all. Granddad arrived around 6pm and frowned at me.

“Where is she?”

I tipped my head toward the back room. He looked in and I saw his face pass through about a hundred emotions.

I didn’t want to ask what was going on. But when people start acting weird like that, you know bad news is coming. I didn’t want to ask him, but I knew eventually he was gonna tell me whether I wanted to hear it or he wanted to say it.

“Is Grandma sick?” I asked. It sounded loud in the small space.

He nodded slowly. I didn’t ask anymore questions. We let her sleep. I finished the daily paperwork, turned off the computer and grabbed my coat. “See you in the morning, Sir.” I stopped because I wanted to say something else but I honestly didn’t know what. Instead, I hugged him. My Grandfather was never a touchy-feely kinda guy. He was more likely to hit you than hug you in the best of times. That day, I hugged him and he hugged me back. He abruptly let me go and straightened his shoulders. I recognized the gesture immediately; I did the same thing when I was too close to an emotion I didn’t want to let out. I stepped back and took a breath. “Goodnight, Sir.”

As I opened the door to leave, he called out, “Don’t be late in the mornin’, hear?”

She needs someone here, he didn’t say. I didn’t think he had to.

Christmas Eve, officially, we were closed which really just meant that all the employees got a paid day off and family manned all the boats. It was mostly the guys but a couple of the girls turn out every year as well. That year we had a lot of orders for fresh catch because several of the local restaurants finally figured out that we actually fished on Christmas Eve day, so we needed all three boats manned. I was getting all the crew details in order when I realized that Grandma was late. I started to get up and ask where she was then I stopped. I had a kind of prickly feeling all over my skin. Grandma took the Christmas Eve shift off for the first time ever. Something was so wrong with that I didn’t even know where to begin.

I finished typing up the assignments and went out on the dock to hand them out.

There were complaints – but they were mostly good-natured ones. Uncle Ed had a standing order that Uncle Jul and Aunt Rae couldn’t be on his boat on the same shift because they’d spend the day makin’ out even if Jul was over 60. Pete and Jean spend the whole day goofin’ off if they on the same boat. Aunt Han once threw Dad over the rail so Granddad won’t let them work together any more. The boats got underway more or less on time. Grandma didn’t even call. I manned the radio alone all day and did the check in by myself when the boats got back around lunchtime. Granddad nodded when I showed him the daily reports – completed and filed – before I locked the office.

“Good work.” Was all he said which was high praise when I wasn’t on the football field.

Peter was waiting for me in the parking lot. Everyone else was gone. He hugged me. He kissed me. He smelled like sweat and fish. I absolutely couldn’t have cared less.

I wasn’t in love with Peter or anything like that. But out of all the people I knew and cared about, Peter is the only one who seemed to ‘get’ me no matter what. The fact that I literally owe him my life didn’t hurt.

“I gotta go shower.” He said. “Then, I wanna meet this Brandon.” He dropped me at home and picked me up about an hour later supposedly so we could go hang out with some of his old classmates – and actually, we did stop by a couple of people’s houses.

But when we were about twenty minutes away, I called Brandon. “You free?”

He hesitated. “Now?”

“I’m on my way.” And hung up. I couldn’t help grinning and when I realized that Peter was watching me, I grinned even harder.

“You uh total little, shit, you know that?” he was grinning too. “Where’s your collar?” I pulled it out of my pocket and put in on. “Better. Actually, it really does suit you.”

When we got to Brandon’s, Peter was a perfect gentleman to his mother. “Good evening, ma’am. I’m sorry to intrude on your holiday. Alex and I are paying our respects to several friends of ours and, as we’re going to Lisa’s next, we were wondering if Brandon might go with us. We’ll have him home in time for dinner.” How could she have refused Mr. Suave?

We went to Brandon’s room. Honest to God, I thought it was his sister’s. There was black lacquered wood everywhere and lots of pink silk. “Most of this was my mother’s before she married my Dad.” He said in that soft effeminate voice of his.

“Peter, this is Brandon.” I made the official introduction. “Brandy, Peter.”

Brandon barely responded to his nickname. He looked Peter in the eye. “A pleasure to meet you. Sir.” Then he looked at me, “Do you want me to change clothes?”

He was wearing jeans and a shirt. I shrugged, “What do I care what you wear?”

“I didn’t know,” he replied, “we haven’t discussed it.” He turned to Peter. “Do you care?”

Peter looked thoughtful for a moment. He looked at me then back at Brandon, “Alex likes pain. A lot. Do you?”

“No, sir. Not at all.”

“I care if Alex over steps your boundaries.” Peter gave him a card. “If he goes too far, call me. Other than that, I don’t care what you two do.” Peter stepped over to me and slid his fingers into my hair. “You know what too far is?” He grabbed a handful of my hair.

“Yes, Sir.”

He twisted. “I will make your life a living hell if-n that boy call me.” He pulled harder, forcing my head back. “I will come home and make you suffer in every way I can. You think I won’t?”

“No, Sir.” I gasped and bent my knees.

“You think that sounds like a good thing?”

“No, Sir.”

“You believe me?”

I knew for a fact, he could make every day a misery if he put his mind to it. “Yes, Sir.”

He let my head go and reached out to shake Brandon’s hand. “Glad to meet you, Brandon. Or do you prefer Brandy. In private, of course.”

Brandon blushed, “Brandy, Sir.”

Peter looked at his watch. “Hey, we gotta jet, guys. I told Lisa we be there around six.”

We went to see Lisa and a few other folks and dropped Brandy back home by eight. “Lovely,” Peter remarked as we pulled off again, “What are you gonna do about a boyfriend?”

Football season ended and as much as I love the game, I was glad to have time to compete in the Ballroom Dance events again. I made Brandon join the class and he turned out to be spectacular – graceful, balanced, precise. Mr. Fuentes nearly blew watching Brandy and Carolyn Scott twirl around the room after a week’s worth of practice.

Dancing with my ex-girlfriend Leigh was still a bitch though. We still seemed to push each other buttons without even trying but she barely tolerated me any other time. I didn’t get it – she dumped me. Publicly. Brutally. Why she blamed me ‘cause her love life sucked, I had no idea. My problem, of course was, that I knew what a little evil cunt bitch she was. I knew she could inflict pain. She wasn’t clever or particularly creative – usually. Every once in a while she’d think of something new and I’d be sore for a week – but really she was consistent. Even then, we’d been broken up almost a full year and she still dug her nails into me every chance she got. Every dance class, I went home with blue balls. Hell, blue-black balls.

Brandon grew a pair at school and although on the weekends and in private he was the biggest pussy I knew, he actually started standing up for himself when the jackasses in class tried to mess with him. I was actually kinda proud of him – I didn’t know if I had anything to do with it but I was glad he wasn’t letting himself get stepped on anymore. As the Sweetheart Ball approached, I gave up on finding a girlfriend in time and planned on taking Lisa again.

“My parents will be gone that week.” Brandy told me a few days later. “I have an appointment right after school today but can you come over tonight? Around 7? I want to show you something.”

“Cool.” It wasn’t like I had plans.

I did have chemistry that afternoon. Mrs. Hinkler paired us off for an experiment using lots of test tubes and open flame. I got Sheila Garcia who was one of those vampire, all black wearing goth wannabes that never crossed my path. While she set up the tubes, I got the burner going and put my hand over the flame just to see how long I could hold it there. Every time it got hot, I pulled my hand back. Peter made me promise I wouldn’t self inflict damage anymore. I got to where I could hold it over the flame – pretty close actually – for the count of 10. I was trying for fifteen when Sheila held my wrist.

“Play with fire, you gonna get burned.”

“Hey! Leggo!” I tried to put my arm back but she had a pretty solid grip. I pulled back hard and damn near yanked her across the table, knocking into our experiment. We both grabbed for the burners and test tubes before anything broke.

“Careful!” Mrs. Hinkler called out, “No fooling around this stuff, people.”

I looked at my hand to make sure I hadn’t actually gotten burned. “Bitch.” I muttered under my breath.

“Wuss.” She muttered back.

“What?” I snapped.

“What?”

We stared at each other for a solid minute then she put her hand over the flame. I watched her lips counting the seconds. Twenty-five. Twenty-five seconds before she couldn’t hide the wince and pulled her hand back. I put my hand over the burner. And left it there. At twenty, I knew it was scaled. At twenty-five, I knew my face was giving me away. At thirty-five, I gave up and snatched my hand back. “Oww.” I hissed, “Fuck!”

Sheila pulled my hand across the table and studied it for a moment. She blew on it gently. It was cool and a little soothing even as it stung. My throat went dry. Then she found some tissues in her book bag, used her Evian to wet them, placed them on my palm and curled my fingers around to hold it in place. “I’ll measure and pour. You take the notes.” She said.

My hand hurt like hell. But all of a sudden, Sheila seemed to change. She didn’t look any different and she wasn’t really acting any different but she was definitely more attractive. We started the experiment. While we waited for the chemicals to cook, I said, “So, do you burn the fuck outta all yo’ science partners or am I just lucky?”

She shrugged, “You shouldn’t take risk if-n you ain’t got guts.”

“Oh, an’ you know about risk. What, dangerous vampires?”

She glares at me. “You so shallow. You jocks think that everything is the world is either sports or not sports. At least I know what risk is – and I know I haven’t taken a real one. You have less of an idea than I do.”

“Hey, I know risk. Trust me.”

“News flash Mr. All Star: girl on top is not risky.”

“News flash Ms. High an’ Mighty: girl on top with razor is.”

She laughed and checked the experiment. She read off the first set of measurements and I dutifully wrote them down. We reset the model and ran the second test.

“You are so not into kink.” She chuckled.

“You don’t know fuck about me.” I don’t know why it burned me so much that she thought that I was so clean cut but it did. “Ima sick little shit.”

“You uh privileged little jock who’s not gonna have ta work a day in yo’ life. You will never have ta take a real risk. So of course you a little freaky now. But really, you gonna wind up in the missionary position every Thursday with yo’ blonde ex-cheerleader wife.”

I stared at her hard. It took me a minute to reign in enough to speak. “OK, first off you don’t know uh damn thing ‘bout me or my family. Yeah we got money, but we work like shit for it. You don’t believe me, I got boat duty next weekend, you can come out with me and watch me haul fish fo’ 12 fuckin’ hours. Second off, fuck you. You think you know every one ‘cause you all outsider and shit. You don’t. You wouldn’t know uh real fetish if it bit you on the fuckin’ leg.”

She was silent for a minute – which was probably a good thing. After a while, the test tube started bubbling and she read off the next set of numbers. We didn’t talk about anything but the experiment and I spent the rest of my time trying to think of descriptions for her more clever that ‘uppity bitch’.

At the end of class, she came around to my side of the table and put her foot on my chair. She rolled up her pants leg to reveal a bit mark. The faint bruise showed still identifiable teeth marks. “Trust me. When fetish bits me on the leg, I know.” She put her pants back down. “See you after lunch.”

I sat with friends during lunch but I know I missed the whole conversation. I was stuck thinking what kind of freak lets someone leave bite marks on them? What kind of twist wants to bit a living person hard enough to leave visible bite marks? I mean that kind of shit hurts. Really, seriously. Most people chicken out before the pain even starts. You’d feel the breath, maybe the lips. Then the smooth pressure of the teeth themselves. Sharp. It would start slowly and build….

“Alex?”

Beth’s voice snapped me out of my fog and I realized that my dick was throbbing from the idea of someone – of Sheila – biting me. I swallowed hard, took a breath and straightened my shoulders.

“Yeah. Hey. What up?”

“You ok?”

“Yeah. Lost in thought. Chem class was…” Hot? “…weird.”

“Yeah, whatever. Listen, I wanna go to the movies with Lisa and Raina. Take my shift on Saturday.”

It wasn’t actually an order but she was depending on my saying yes because she was Dom. “Y’know Peter never abused his power like that.”

“Yeah, y’know Peter ain’t here. Take my shift or I’ll call him an’ tell him I saw uh hand print on Brandy’s ass.”

I rolled my eyes and laughed. “You are such uh evil cunt!”

“Don’t you have a ‘no swearing’ rule?” She tried not to laugh with me. “Come on, Alex, please? I’ll take yours two weeks in uh row.”

I leaned up and kissed her cheek. “It’s cool, I’ll take it. We’ll call it punishment for a rules violation.”

“Cool.” She kissed my cheek back. “Thanks.” She put her cell to her ear. “Told ya.” She walked off yakking away.

My next class was a waste of time. I wasn’t a big history buff anyway and that day I had less interest than usual. Sheila was in my German class in the following period. History actually seemed to slow down as the class wore on, every minute seeming to take hours to pass. Mid-way through, Mr. Gannon put us into discussion groups to debate something that happened two billion years ago. I banged my head on my desk.

“Dude!” one of my classmates snapped and I tried to pull my head outta my ass long enough to participate.

Class lasted somewhere between forty-five minutes and forty-five hours – by which time I was aching to know who bit Sheila and if they would bit me.

When class ended, I damn near ran to the next classroom and waited in the hall for her. She eventually came strolling down the hall with one of her goth friends. I grabbed her wrist. “Hey. Let’s talk.”

Goth boy glared at me but Sheila just tilted her head. “It’s ok, Don. I’ll be in in a minute.” I pulled her down the hall to an empty doorway. “Ok, talk.”

“How’d you get that mark?” she raised her eyebrows. “Sheila! Come on! Just tell me.”

She shrugged. “You wouldn’t believe me anyway.” She half smiled. “I could show you.”

“Ok, so show me.”

She glanced around us. “Not here. It’d take too long, anyway. After school, you know where the smokehouse is?” a tool shed on the back edge of the school property. I nodded. “Ok, meet me there as soon as you can.” I let her arm go and she rubbed her wrist. “Quite a grip.” She seemed to be thinking of something else as she walked back to the classroom. I got through German class barely. I kept finding my eyes drawn to Sheila and wondering what other marks she was hiding. Who marked her? What she planned to do to me?

After school, it seemed the entire building was determined to get in my way. I got to the smokehouse without killing anyone by sheer act of will. When I got there, I found the wide variety of goth losers listening to The Cure and one tall black dude.

“Jay! What up?” I put my fist out to my second cousin James. If you’ve seen my Dad, you can see a slight family resemblance between me and Jay but otherwise, forget it.

“Alex.” He put down his notepad and met my fist. “How’s the family?”

“All good.” If he didn’t know about Grandma, I wasn’t gonna tell him there. “Since when do you hang out back here?”

He shrugged. “Always have.” I caught sight of the sketch he was working on. It’s a gargoyle. Not the comic book stuff he used to do when we used to hang out during church service. “Very cool.”

“Thanks.”

“Since when do you know McElroy?” a guy wearing mascara asked him.

“Since birth. We’re cousins. My grandfather is his grand uncle.”

“So why are you here now?” one of the girls asked me.

“To see me.” Sheila said from behind me.

“Dude, Sunday?” I put my hand out to Jay again.

“If I can’t avoid it.” He meant church service, not me. He tapped me again. “Later.”

I followed Sheila into the woods nearby. They were a thin grove of trees but enough to provide a little cover between you any one approaching you. It was not so much private as it was saying ‘we want to be private’.

“Sit down,” she said, “Indian style.”

I sat.

“Ok, it’s a game. And here’s how you play. Give me your hands.” She pulled my arms behind my back.

“Hey! What the fuck!”

“Shut up or forfeit.” She barked.

I set my jaw and let her tie my hands behind my back. I wasn’t sure just how big a jackass I was but if she killed me, at least Jay was nearby to identify the body and knew who saw me last. If, of course, he wasn’t there to help bury the body.

“Now,” She said when my arms where pretty well constricted, “Lean forward and bit your leg.”

“Come again?”

“It’s a gag. You gag yourself with your own leg. I’m gonna do somethin' that'll hurt and you have ta stay quiet. If you scream, everyone will know you uh wuss. If you want me ta stop, just say ‘uncle’. If I finish before you do, you win.” She had that smug look again. “Still think you like kink?”

I leaned forward and put my teeth around my leg. The position itself was a form of torture. Behind me, her soft hands slipped under my shirt and stroked my back. Then she pulled the shirt up and over my eyes. “No peeking.” She sang softly. That was the moment I knew I was gonna lose it before it was over.

She reached around my waist and undid my belt. My jaw clinched as I swallowed hard. She pushed the back of my pants down a bit.

Some thing scratched me. Something sharp, claw-like, slowly ripping skin. Not deep but definitely painful. Nothing I couldn’t handle yet but the anticipation surged through me and I grunted softly. She wiped the spot with something cool. Then fire spread across the mark – alcohol. She repeated the process, wiping the alcohol across two marks, then three, then four. Each time it burned like fuck and my teeth clinched a little tighter around my leg to keep from whimpering aloud. I dry came around the tenth mark, mewing as quietly as I could – just assuming that screaming ‘cause I came would be considered wussing out. I lost count of the marks. I came twice.

“Wow.” She said eventually. “I’m impressed. I don’t actually know anybody our age who finished.”

I was still shaking as she pulled my shirt down. It touched the line on my back and made it sting. I hissed causing the puddle of drool on my leg to bubble. I realized that I could unclench my jaw but it was too sore. It took a couple seconds and when I did, pain surged up my leg. “Oh. Fuck.” I panted. I was lightheaded. I felt beat up.

I wanted her to do it again.

“What did you do?” I finally managed to ask. She pulled out an oversize safety pin and drew a tiny line above my ankle, not long but it took a few strokes to make it more that a scratch. Then she reached into her pocket and wiped it with an alcohol pad. Fire ran through the tiny mark. I shivered and tried not to cum again. “Oh, fuck.”

She touched the visible wet spot on my jeans and felt my renewed boner. The touch made me groan. “You wet yourself?”

“I came. Twice. You goin’ fo’ three.”

She moved her hand. “That bite’s gonna be pretty bad tomorrow.”

It suddenly occurred to me that she had to have been in that exact position in the last month to have those teeth marks. “Let me see.” She knew what I meant. She knelt away from me and lifted the bottom of her shirt. In a neat little line were the letters of the alphabet A through Q. “How far did I get?”

“Z.” She looked back at me. “That’s why I’m so impressed. I know someone who finished but he’s like 30. Kids our age always cry uncle around E.”

“Peanut Butter.”

“What?”

“Peanut Butter. My safe word, for future reference, is peanut butter. If I say it, I’m not playing any more.” I got my legs straight and marveled at the prickly feeling of blood rushing through them again. “I’m allergic to peanuts so my Dom thought it was a phrase I wouldn’t forget.”

She looked at me stunned, “You have a Dominant.”

“I told you, you ain’t know shit about me.”

“You did.” She tilted her head. “So why are you telling me this now?”

“So you know next time.”

“Next time?”

I paused, realizing I’d jumped several guns. “If you wanna next time. If I can get permission for a next time.” I tried to stand and found my legs shaky but working. “Do you have a date for the Sweetheart Dance? I gotta do the Dance Club thing but after that I could be all yours. To use. Or abuse.”

“I don’t do dances.” She shook her head then looked at me. “Well. Maybe. Let me think about it.” She picked up her book bag. “I gotta go.” She looked almost shy. “See you tomorrow. Maybe.”

I had gotten almost all the way home when I remembered that Brandon asked me to drop by. I called him to tell him I wouldn’t make it but he didn’t answer. I changed my pants, sweet talked my Mom into letting me take her car and got to Brandon’s a bit late.

The house was dark. I started to knock but the door pushed open at my first touch. “Brandon? Ms. Dixon?” There was one dim light flickering in the living room. “What the fuck?” I thought. People have gotten their homes broken into in the county but not where the Dixon’s live. I pulled my cell and called Beth. I told her to hold the line. I called out again, “Ms. Dixon? Brandon? I’m comin’ in.” I headed back toward the only lit room. There were candles on every table and in the middle of the room sat a woman with the same honey blonde hair Brandon and his mom shared. “Uh, hey. Is, uh, everything cool here?”

“Yes. Thank you.” She said softly, “You are here to see Brandon?”

“Uh, yeah.”

She stood up and gestured to the couch. “Please wait.”

“Uh, yeah.” I told Beth that it was a false alarm and sat down.

The woman was slender and graceful. She reminded me of the cruise ship singer in Singapore. She returned with a glass of iced tea for me and settled down across from me. She picked up her sewing. I sipped the tea and watched her. She was stunning, but familiar. I knew Brandon had a sister I hadn’t met. “Are you Ping Chin?”

“No.”

“Is Brandon home?”

She looked at me directly and smiled shyly. She looked back at her sewing.

“Is Ms. Dixon here?”

“No.”

“Ok, is Mr. Dixon here?”

“My parents are in Hong Kong visiting my sister and my grandparents.”

“So who the hell are you?” I finally asked.

She smiled again, looking down, “You know.”

I studied her for a moment. Familiar, yes but who she was I had no clue. She was clearly related to Brandon but I hadn’t met his sister or any of his relations except his mother and she was way too young. She had the same facial shape as Brandon and the same delicate bone structure. The features that were so effeminate on a guy were gorgeous on a chick. Looking at her, I began to wonder what it would be like to kiss her. Like kissing Brandon, I realized. She was Brandon’s twin.

She smiled at me again and I recognized my error. This wasn’t Brandon’s sister. “Brandon?”

“Brandy.” he corrected me.

“Dude, you know you wearin’ uh dress, right?”

“Every year my parents go to Hong Kong for a month and I get to be myself – at least at home.”

“Dude, you wearin’ uh dress.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Ok, seriously, like what the fuck?”

“I like wearing dresses. I wish I could wear them all the time.”

I stared at him. Her. It. There was no question; he made a hot chick. But I liked guys. Or girls. I hadn’t considered mixing the two. He put the sewing down and crossed the room to me. He knelt in front of me. “I could be your girlfriend. On the weekends. After school. I would be normal at school. Then I could be a girl for you here.”

“I kinda wanted uh boyfriend.”

“But I am a boy. I would be your boy girlfriend. I’m still a boy. But aren’t I a pretty girl?” He flipped his hair over his shoulder. He was a fuckin’ hot girl. “Don’t you want me to be your girlfriend?” He slid his hand over my crotch, which got damn hard, damn fast. He leaned down and kissed my dick through my jeans. “You do like it when I do this.” He rubbed his cheek against my crotch. I let him slowly open my pants and tease my dick with his cheek, lips and tongue. I wanted to stop him but it was so twisted – so wrong doin’ it with uh guy in uh dress – that I could barely hold back. “Let me be your boytoy.”

I've given lots of blow jobs to Peter and Faroud. And I've received them from more girls than I know. Most girls, for some reason, would rather suck than fuck. But I'd only ever gotten head from a guy once and that night I was so keyed up it took like two strokes. Brandon's – Brandy's – mouth was rougher than a girl's and even though he was trying to be soft, I could tell this was a guy. That wasn't a bad thing, just different. After a couple minutes, I slipped my fingers into his hair and tried to get him to speed up.

A guy in a dress. Not just something under his clothes – like the panty thing Peter does to fuck with me – but actually, full-out dude-looks-like-uh-lady. I noticed I was growling and slowed Brandy down. I had to admit, it felt good. I am all about felt good. In all honesty, if Brandy wanted to blow me on a regular basis, I didn't really care what he wanted to wear while he did it.

He reverted to lighter, softer touches and I pulled the back of his neck down. "Harder." I hissed, "Harder and deeper." I arched my hips against his mouth and the head of my dick scraped the back of his teeth. I held him still and did it again. "Oh, yeah, yeah." I panted. I couldn't believe that I was that close again. Sheila had been barely two hours earlier, Brandy had me on edge already. I pulled his head back; he moaned as my dick popped out of his mouth. "You like this, fag?" I sneered.

"Yes. Yes, Alex. Please let me finish." he pleaded.

My dick lurched hearing him beg; That must be why Peter makes me beg so often, I thought. "You uh dick or uh pussy?" I asked him.

"A pussy, Alex, a pussy."

"If-n you uh dick, you can fuck me. You wanna get fucked, pussy?"

He pulled away from me so fast I wasn't sure what happened. He bent over and lifted the yards of silk covering his legs to reveal his bare ass. "Fuck me, Alex, fuck your pussy."

I slipped off the couch and on to my knees. I crawled up to him and rubbed my dick against the crack of his ass. I had never fucked another guy before – been fucked, yeah, but not the boner only the bonee.

Pain. I did it 'cause I seriously like pain. I like it dry. Brandon won't. I got a grip on my hormones and stand up. Lube."

"What?" he panted, confused.

"Lube. I can't do you dry, it'll hurt like fuck."

"Oh." He seemed to have some trouble thinking then jumped up and ran upstairs. He can back with a bottle of KY for Women. "I saw this on mom's dresser. Will this do?"

"I don't know." I looked at the description. For feminine dryness. "Fuck it. Bend over." I squeezed some on his rectum and smeared it around with my thumb. Then I pushed my thumb into him. He cried out and shuttered. "Too rough, pussy?"

He couldn't speak so I pulled my thumb out added more lube and pushed it back in. He whimpered. I thumbed him slowly until he began pushing back against my hand in rhythm.

"You like that, pussy?"

"Oh God!" He wriggled his ass against my hand. "Oh, God, please don't use me. Abuse me. Fuck me. Oh god, don't fuck me." His hand disappeared under the silk. I pushed the fabric further up his back with my free hand; he was stroking himself.

"You hate this, Pussy?"

"Your thumb too big. Please. Hurt me. Don't hurt me."

His verbal and physical messages were changing so fast, I couldn't keep up. "You pissin' me off, pussy." I twisted my thumb and he cried out. "Here's the deal, pussy, I don't like games, if you wanna call a time out, say 'time out' otherwise, I'm gonna ignore everything else you say 'cause you uh pussy an' you like it when I treat you like the pussy you is." I pulled my thumb out of his ass and pulled his face to me. "Do you get me, pussy? Yes, no or time out."

"Yes, Alex." he gasped. "My safe word is time out. Please don't fuck me."

I pushed him on the floor and ripped open my pants all the way.

"I'll scream." he whispered. I stuffed my dick in his mouth.

"Yeah, you will but not 'til I'm good an' ready."

He squeezed my nuts hard and I bucked against him. "Oh, fuck yeah, bitch, squeeze 'em" He tried to scratch me but he didn't have the nails for it. His hands slid up and connected with Sheila's line of cuts. "Aw, fuck!" Pain seared along my lower back. I pulled out of his mouth long enough to turn around and take his mammoth dick into mine – not the biggest I’d ever sucked but easily in the top three. We sixty-nine’d until I though I was gonna blow – then I pulled away from him.

"Hey pussy, take this silk shit off."

"You can't make me." He moaned.

I shoved him over until I found the zipper and yanked it down. "Take this shit off or Ima rip it off. He slid out of the dress quickly. His rock hard dick was dripping jizz all over the dress. I realized it wasn't pre-cum; it was his first load.

"You uh cum slut, pussy?" He moaned. "Got me an idea. How 'bout I fuck yo' ass, pussy, like uh jackhammer then I cum all over yo' face. You like that, pussy?"

"No, no." he groaned as he crawled to his knees and pulled the dress underneath himself. He started writhing a bit and I realized it was to rub himself against the silk.

I found my wallet and a condom and prepped myself. I squirted the last of the lube on his asshole and shoved my dick in without warning him. His head snapped back but his voice seemed to catch in this throat so he didn't scream.

I grabbed his hair and kept his head tilted back to kiss him. His tongue explored my mouth greedily. I let his hair go and groped around the silk until I had a handful of it and him. I jacked him while banging his ass. He began groaning – a sound like a wail – and held it as I began to pick up speed. I felt him cum; dick lurching in my hand, ass pulsing around my dick. I stopped moving and just held him to keep from letting lose myself. When he finished, I started again, banging away until he begged me to cum.

Then I yanked out of him. He turn around as I whipped the condom off and sprayed jizz all over his face and hair.

He fell back and I fell on him. Neither of us spoke for a while.

“I don’t have time to come down this week, Alex.” Peter sounded frustrated. “Can you hold off with this girl until next weekend?”

"Peter, the dance is tomorrow night."

"I know. I said I'm sorry." He sighed deeply. "Alex. No pain until meet this girl. You wanna screw her, fine. But no scars, no bruises, no scratches. Clear?"

I have a number of things I want to say but all of them are likely to get me suspended. "Clear, Sir." I answer.

The next day was a long one at school. Brandon had been down right butch since the ‘Brandy Incident’, actually looking and acting like a guy at school, but our schedules had been crossed and I hadn’t been able to see him alone. The one time we spoke, he smiled mysteriously, said things were cool, and that we'd have time to talk Friday. Sheila had agreed to go to the dance but hadn't said much more than that.

Friday night, I dressed early and went on the rounds to pick up Lisa, Brandon, Beth and Sheila. I got Beth first since she was closest. She was stunning in some pink thing.

When we got in the car, I made sure no one was watching then leaned over and stuck my tongue down her throat. "Why the fuck are you my cousin?"

“Don’t ask me; I’m trying to remember why I care.”

“We could skip the dance.”

She laughed, “You’re kidding, right? Drive.”

I was only half kidding. I drove to Brandon’s. I honked the horn and waited. When he didn’t come out, I rolled my eyes. “Jesus! What uh chick!” Beth and I went up to the door, and just to prove how crass I could be, I shouted, “Hey! Brandy! Let’s roll!” Beth hit me. “What?” I laughed.

Then the door opened and Beth gasped. ‘Brandy’ was standing in the doorway. He was wearing another one of his silk numbers – also pink – and looked like a blonde china doll.

“Sorry I took so long.” He said.

“Oh my God,” Beth breathed, “Brandon?”

“Brandy.” He corrected.

“Ok,” I shook my head, “you cannot do that tonight.”

“Please, Alex.” He begged. “Please! I’ll never get to do this ever again. Please, Alex.”

“Oh my God,” Beth repeated, “You look amazing!” Beth pulled Brandy out of the doorway and walked all the way around him. “Oh, but he’s right; you can’t go as ‘Brandy’. Everyone will guess.”

“No, I meant…” but the two of them ignored me.

“I could use my real name, Ping Lo. I never use it.”

“Look, you can’t go….” Beth didn’t even let me finish the sentence.

“Come on, Ping Lo, we just need to pin your hair in the back.” Beth led Brandon upstairs despite my protests. She redid his hair and touched up his make-up. When she was done, I would have been hard pressed to say how many girls were in the room if I didn't know better.

Beth and 'Ping Lo' chatted happily as we drove to Lisa's house. She meet us at the door – which was a bit odd but we were late so I didn't question it – and she was also wearing pink. We were almost at Sheila's house when she realized who 'Ping Lo' really was. Like Beth, she seemed to think it was just fine.

At Sheila's, I put my foot down, "Ok. You three stay here. I don't want Sheila thinkin' I hang out with a bunch uh freaks."

Beth looked at me for maybe a full two seconds before she opened the door and got out of the car. Lisa and Brandon followed suit.

"Great!" I muttered under my breath.

Sheila's father answered the door. His face said what my Dad's face would have said if a guy in a gold lame suit arrived with a harem to pick up my sister.

"Good evening, sir." I coughed and cleared my throat. "I, um, I'm Alex. Alex McElroy. I'm here to take Sheila to the dance. She home?” He looked over my shoulder at the idiots arrayed behind me. I prayed he doesn't get a good look at Brandon. "My, uh, cousins, Sir. I kinda got stuck drivin' 'em since they can't beg, borrow or steal uh date of their own." No one could have looked at them and believed that, but he stepped aside and let us in the door.

"Who was it, dear" a motherly-looking woman peered into the hallway, "Oh, you must be Sheila's date. You just come into the living room. She'll be down in just a moment." We all streamed in to a quaint little room with lots of overstuffed pillows. "I didn't realize that Sheila had so many girl friends."

"Oh, uh, yes, ma'am." Lisa and Beth exchanged looks. "Actually, could we go up? She hasn't seen Ping Lo's dress yet."

"Oh, of course, dear. Her room is at the end of the hall."

The 'girls' ran off, giggling, leaving me and Mr. Garcia in the living room. He looked at me. I looked at the fireplace.

"Quite a suit you got there." He commented.

That, at least, I could explain. "I'm on the ballroom dance team. We're doin' uh bit tonight."

He grunted non-committal-ly then fell silent. "You're not like Sheila's usual dates, are you?" He said finally.

"Uh, no sir."

"Wait, you say your name was McElroy?"

The part of the conversation I hate; people either hate us or love us. "Uh, yes, sir."

"I went to school with a couple of McElroys. You wouldn't happen to know George or Charles would you?"

"My father, sir. George, I mean."

"Huh." was all he said. We sat in silence again.

Eventually, Beth called down, "Oh Alex, are you ready?"

"Jeez! You the one wanna go ta this thing. Let's go!"

I was answered with laughter. Then Beth slowly made her way down the stairs. When she reached the base, Lisa appeared and slowly came down. I sighed deeply and looked at my watch. They were determined to make a production out of this. Brandon followed Lisa, and I had to admit, I was getting used to seeing a girl.

Then Sheila finally entered. She moved quickly down the stairs in a black lace top and black leather pants. "Can we go now?"

"Wow, you look hot." I said, standing in more ways than one. Her father grunted again and I glanced in his direction. "Nice. I mean nice."

"You look microwave-able." She rolled her eyes. "I'll be back." She stuffed some keys in her pocket and headed for the door.

"Have fun on your date dear." he mother called out.

Sheila stopped, clearly exasperated, "It's not uh date."

I look at her Dad and shrugged. "I'll have her home early, sir."

He laughed at me.

In the car, I wavered between feeling like a sultan and a chauffer. We stopped for dinner in town as always. Beth and Lisa insisted that I sit between Sheila and Brandon. "After all," Lisa pointed out "they really are your dates."

"Maybe she is." Sheila sipped her soda, "I still don't know why I'm here."

"You're here because Alex isn't allowed playmates without approval." Beth picked up a breadstick and poked me with it, "Are you?"

"No ma'am." I wasn't at all sure I wanted to have this conversation over dinner.

"You Dominant over him?" Sheila scoffed. "Oh, come on."

"No, you're right, I'm not. I'm sort of representing, uh, his Dom at the moment." "Oh, right."

I decided to end this before it really got started. "Can we do this later? I kinda don't want to discuss this here, ok?"

Beth ignored me. "So, for tonight, he has very strict rules. You can use him but not abuse him. No scars, none of those letters – his Dom is not happy about that – no real pain. After you meet his Dom, you two can figure out what's allowed. OK?"

Sheila laughed for a moment then sort of stopped. "You're serious?"

"Very." Beth actually looked very Dom at the moment.

"Ok. Sure. No razorblades tonight." Sheila reached into her back pocket and tossed Beth a slim packet. Beth opened it. Her eyes went wide. She closed the packet and put it in her purse.

"Now, another thing," Lisa added, "Fidelity..."

"I'm not." Sheila stated.

"Good." Lisa smiled, "He's not allowed to be. He does who I say he does, when I say and how.”

“You’re kidding!” Sheila practically cackled. Beth and Lisa didn’t even crack a smile and Brandon quietly sipped his tea. I felt roughly like 180 pounds of blue being haggled over down at the dock. “Ok, you’re not kidding. What, you three, the pink dominatrix?”

That got them and Beth and Lisa broke into peels of laughter, “Oh my God!” Beth exclaimed, “We so have to get jackets made!”

"So what's you're job in all of this?" Sheila asked Brandon.

He looked at me. It was somewhat fawning and a bit disturbing. "I could say to service my master's every desire."

"Hey, uh, look..." I started but he laughed shyly.

"But really, I'm just here for the ride." He looked away even as he leaned toward Sheila, "He is an excellent lover."

"Is he?" She seemed to disbelieve that.

"Oh yeah," Lisa was positively chipper on the topic, "I mean, you have to like aggressive assholes to start, of course..."

"...Thanks..."

"...but he can actually hold back until you're done. So he can make it worth your time."

"And more," Beth spoke up, "he actually cares if you hit it or not."

Sheila lifted an eyebrow, "And you know this because..."

"...because I know him."

"I see." Sheila finished the last bit of her dinner and put down her fork. "Ok, you know you guys are freaks, right?"

"You the one like kink, I thought." I didn't mean to snap but Sheila's attitude was beginning to grate. I didn't like the way she was treating Lisa or Beth and was becoming more and more worried that talking to her was a mistake.

"I am. But what are you, some kind of slave?"

I opened my mouth then stopped. I hadn't actually thought of it that way. Beth, Lisa and Peter control me – even more than my parents. If they told me to, I would eat, sleep and shit when they wanted. "Yeah," I said slowly, "I guess I am. Except for this pussy," I gestured at Brandon, "Pe-" I catch my self, "My Dom owns me. These two are just the overseers."

"So why do you need me? You have enough going on."

"No pain. They won't beat me. They would never carve into me. Shit, I can't even get them to slap me around every once in a while – a simple spanking." She looked thoughtful, "But you're all about pain. You could hurt me. Really, seriously hurt me."

"Yeah," She agreed softly, "Yeah, I could."

"No," Beth interjected, "You couldn't. You wouldn't be allowed to seriously hurt him. No permanent marks. He has one – that's all he gets until he turns 18."

"Yeah, I saw that. Cool tat. Why'd you put it there?"

"My Dom had it put there. Hurt like shit. I didn't get to pick the location or the design."

"See? That's just weird. I mean, if I just told you to poke yourself with a fork, you'd do it?"

I reached for my fork but Lisa got it first. "No. He has a rule about self-inflicted damage ever since, uh, we realized that he can't be trusted on his own."

"I was trying to make a point." I frowned at Lisa.

"T S." She kept talking to Sheila. "I don't mind sharing Alex but I want him to come back in the same condition as when I sent him out."

"What, am I for rent now?" They ignored me.

"The basic rule of thumb," Beth said, "is if they'd see it in the locker room, you can't do it."

"That cuts out a lot of stuff." Sheila noted.

"It's not a problem for the rest of us." Lisa shrugged.

"Ok." Sheila abruptly stood up. "Let me think about it. I'll let you know before the dance ends. Where's the rest room?"

They all went leaving me to flag down our waiter and pay the check. We arrived at the school with just enough time for me to get to the team but Beth stopped me as I got out of the car.

"Wait, let's do this right." She arranged us so that Brandon and Sheila were holding my arms and she and Lisa were holding Brandon and Sheila.

Sheila laughed, "Silk and satin, leather and lace." she sang.

"Black panties with an angel's face." Beth sang back.

The two of them continue with some song only they knew as I escorted them – or they took me, I wasn't sure which was more accurate – into the gym. At the door, was a booth for photos and they shoved me into the fan back chair and posed around me. Three pictures later, I was able to go find the dance team.

Mr. Fuentes was scribbling on his clipboard when I found the gold and green lame clad group. "Oh thank god!" he sighed when he saw me and began erasing and rewriting. "Ok, a little reworking, here people. Carol, you and Alex. Leigh and Frank. Gail and Khalid...." He paired us all off. "We're going to start with the waltz, then the hustle. Khalid and Carol, I want you to do that cute little jitterbug number. Then we finish with the mambo, Alex and Leigh, front and center. Any questions? Good. Ok, breathe; let me go see where we are." He rushed back into the gym, giving us a minute.

Carol and I practiced a couple of turns. "So what up with Brandon?" She asked lightly. I nearly tripped. "He called me after school and said he wouldn’t be able to make it. I know you guys hang out. Did he say anything?"

"Uh, no. He didn't say anything to me." At least that was technically true. ‘He’ didn't tell me a damn thing after school.

Fuentes came back before she could ask me any more questions I didn't want to answer. We went into the gym and did our show. I wasn't as good at the waltz as Brandon but you'd have to be a complete clod not to look good waltzing with Carol – she'd make falling down a flight of stairs look graceful. Leigh and I burned the place down with our mambo.

After, I looked for and found my 'crew' at a table in the back of the room with Sheila's usual goth cronies. As I headed over, I saw Beth heading to the dance floor with someone, and Lisa sitting at the table but no Brandon.

"Hey, where's -"

"Ping Lo?" Lisa snickers, "Someone asked her to dance already." She pointed over my shoulder. I saw Brandon slow dancing with Burk Pritchett, the seriously homophobic captain of the wrestling team. If he found this one out, I figured there would be one hell of a fight but that didn't stop me from nearly choking trying not to laugh.

Lisa stood up and fluffed her hair. Then she unleashed that devastating smile. "Alright, guys, one of you is gonna dance with me." She grabbed the arm of the first leather clad goth in front of her and dragged him to the dance floor.

I held my hand out to Sheila. She looked at it, "What? Oh, I don't dance."

"So why'd you come with me?"

She shrugged, "I don't know. I didn't think you were serious." She looked at her friends then back at me. "I guess one dance wouldn't hurt."

On the floor, she threw herself at the music. It was wild and totally uninhibited. I watched her in awe wondering if she was just as uninhibited in bed. We danced through a string of rock songs but when the music turned hip-hop, she stopped. "Eck. I hate this stuff. Come on; let's take a walk."

We drifted around aimlessly. "So let me get this straight. You have three dominants and you want a fourth?"

"No," I corrected, "I have one dominant and he has two lieutenants and one slave."

"OK." she thought about that one. "So Lisa and Beth, what, order you around? Beat you? Or is it just sex?"

"It's kinda all three. They make sure I follow the rules..."

"Rules? What kinda rules?"

"Ok, like rule #1 no running no jumping no swimming."

"What kinda rule is that?"

I hesitated. "You had to be there, I guess." I sat down on one of the outdoor tables. "But then most of the rules aren't like for a purpose, they're just to fuck with me. Like, for instance, I'm not allowed to cum without permission."

"Ok, how does that work?"

"I'm not allowed. I can make you cum. But I can't. Not 'less he say so."

"So what about like last week – you came twice you said."

I smiled, "Yeah, I'm still on punishment from that. That's why no pain at all tonight."

"Punishment?" she laughed, "That's a punishment? Is that typical?"

"Depends. What rule I broke. How. Why. This ain't a big deal 'cause it was totally unexpected. But like, if I let you hurt me tonight, I'd likely get suspended – no pain, thirty days."

"But you can still have sex." We started walking again.

"Usually, I've got requirements to have it. Like in the next 48 hours, make four girls cum so hard they scream. I really fucked up once an' he made me service everyone in the girl’s locker room that day."

"He?" She stopped and looked at me. "Your master's uh he? Are you gay?"

"No."

"But you have a master not a mistress."

I hesitate. "It's not really about sex. It's, I dunno, control. Ownership. He owns me. I'd rather have sex with a girl but he owns me."

"An' you never fool around with him." She looked doubtful. "He's not gay; it's not about that."

I gasp in frustration; I really wished Peter were there to have this discussion. "Look, it's about whatever he says it's about. I'm a submissive; I have a male Dominant. I do whatever he tell me. If he wanna fuck me, yeah, he fuckin' fucks me – usually dry so it hurts. That what you lookin' ta hear?"

"No." she looked surprised. "That's hot."

"I told you, you ain't know jack about – what?"

"That's hot." she repeated.

I shut my mouth. "You think that's hot?" I asked after a moment.

"You wanna watch two girls?" she shrugged, "I wanna watch two guys."

"Oh." I had never even thought of that. I wondered, in the back of my mind, if that was part of what got to Beth. "Oh."

"So what exactly would I be in all of this?"

That's easy. "You'd be my girlfriend."

"You got, like, a dozen girlfriends already."

"No, I fool around alot. But that would stop. Except for Lisa," I snort, "an' Brandy."

"Brandy?"

I raised an eyebrow, surprised that she hadn't figured that one out yet. "Ping Lo? She usually goes by ‘Brandy’. Whatever. But they're not girlfriends. They're... I don't know. Outlets. Stuff I can't do otherwise."

"Like?"

"Like," I hesitate. This is all really personal stuff an' I'm just tellin’ it to her like nobody else will mind. "Like, stuff they gotta tell you themselves. I probably shouldn't told you this much but," I shrugged, "That's why they don't usually trust me."

"Big mouth's should be gagged."

"Yeah. I gotta couple of suggestions."

"I thought you said no pain tonight."

"What I'm thinkin' ain't painful."

"So I'd be your girlfriend. Would you be my slave?"

"Mostly. To uh point. I won't break any real rules but you two could work that out. And I don't use my safe word often, but there is stuff I won't do."

"Like what?"

"Like I ain't goin' ta jail for anybody, so I ain't stealin' shit or y'know beatin' somebody for no reason."

"But if I asked you to letter somebody like I did you, would you?"

"Yeah, if they was into it."

We were back at the door to the gym and she stopped again. "One last thing. Kiss me."

I looked at her and wondered what kind of kiss she'd want. Something wild; overpowering but not suffocating. I stepped closer to her – toe to toe. I looked her over. She had a nice little bod and an ok face. I remembered the fact that my back hurt every time I stretched. Without warning her, I grabbed the back of her neck and tried to shove my tongue down her throat. Our tongues and lips wrestled for a few minutes until I want to grabbed her with both hands. I force myself to yank away, breathing heavy. I really want to go in for seconds but I force myself to step back. "How's that?"

"Not bad." She breathed back. She grabbed me the same way and I got my second kiss. Her hands ran rampant all over me and I coped a feel of my own. She started giving me a hand job through my pants. I stopped squeezing her tits and moved my hand down between her legs. I could feel her heat through the leather but there wasn’t much I could do outside her pants like that. Besides, I wanted get in there.

I popped the snap at her waist and she let me pop each succeeding snap until I slid my fingers inside the leg of her panties.

She was shaved. "Oh fuck." I groaned. "Lemme kiss it."

"What?" She sounded a little shocked.

"Lemme lick that pussy. Please." My fingers were coated with her syrup as I plunged them deeper and deeper into her folds. "Please," I begged, "Lemme taste it. You can cum on my face."

She moaned and I dropped to my knees and, one-handed, pushed her pants partway down. Then, I stopped. The tables were further from the door and more comfortable for her than standing. I stood up again and pulled up her pants. "Wait; over here." I leered at her as I put my soaked fingers in my mouth. For such a bad attitude, she tasted like honey. I pulled her faster.

At the table, I pulled her pants down again but not her panties. "Sit." I knelt in the grass, spread her legs on either side of the bench and sucked the juice through her panties.

I figured this was like an audition – if I got her off good here, she'd say yes, and I'd be set for the semester. And I knew I'd have to do it right since it had to be pain free. So, I went slowly at first, listening for her to moan or groan or tell me to do something. I knew she'd like it when I nipped her clit directly with my teeth. But I didn't expect her to try and actually rip my hair out when she came.

She didn't scream. She doubled over like she was in pain and grabbed the front of my head. I can't really tell which way she was trying to pull me I just know I was lucky she wasn't stronger. I tried to concentrate on the quivering snatch covering my mouth and not the pain shooting across my scalp. Both were making my dick dance.

I licked softly to hopefully let us both cool down and she let my hair go. She tried to push my head away. "Ok, I'm good." she panted. Instead, I slipped my hands around her ass and rubbed my face in her pussy. "Oh, oh hell." she gasped. "Stop."

But I could taste her juices flowing again and stuck my tongue up her slit and fucked her with it. I figured two would be good, three would close the deal. If I could hold myself back the whole time, I'd get bonus points since, as a point of fact, I had permission to cum tonight.

Her hips began pumping against my mouth in sync with my stroke. I slipped my fingers closer to her crack. I began to wonder if she'd ever been rimmed. As sweet as her pussy was, I really wanted to taste her ass. Finally, I couldn’t stand the temptation any longer. I got my fingers in to replace my tongue and licked her asshole. She made a kind of strangled sound and came, doubling over again. I pulled my tongue away from her candy-like ass long enough to suck the girl jizz leaking around my fingers. The way her anus pulsed around my tongue, I would have thought she never stopped coming. I stopped licking and looked up when I heard the footsteps.

“Well, I’m sure Ms. Garcia will never forgive me,” Ms. Karas said, “but this is absolutely forbidden on school property. Honestly, couldn’t you have found a less conspicuous spot than in front of the side door?”

“Uh,” I couldn’t quite think of anything that didn’t involve eatin’ out Sheila. “Uh. Yes, ma’am.”

“Two weeks detention. Both of you.”

“Uh, yes ma’am.” I said and Sheila echoed me. Karas waited while Sheila pulled her pants up and we both headed back into the school.

“Don’t you want to at least wash off your face?” Sheila asked as we headed back to the table.

I grinned, “Why? I love the smell uh pussy.”

“Where have you two been?” one of the Goths asked suspiciously.

“Living the life of Lord Byron.” Sheila replied. The whole bunch of them snickered. “Where’s James?”

I could answer that one, “Dancing with Lisa.” I thumbed toward the dance floor where my cousin, Lisa and Beth were breaking several school policies. For a moment, I wished that I was in James place. Then I remembered just how often I had been in that spot and I let it go. If I played this right, I was gonna be in a much sweeter spot very, very soon.

Eventually, the Dance ended. The five of us walked back to the car. Beth and Lisa chatted happily about chick shit, Sheila seemed thoughtful and Brandon was downright dreamy.

I put my arm around his waist and dragged him along as I walked, “Hey pussy, what’s with you?”

“Oh Alex.” His eyes got teary. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able ta thank you enough.”

I rolled my eyes and Sheila asked, “Why? What’d he do?”

“Tonight was my first real school dance.” Brandon sniffed as we all climbed in the car.

“Whatever.” I muttered. “You three, in the back. Sheila?” I opened the front door for her.

On the drive home, Lisa, Beth and Brandon cooed over ‘Ping Lo’s first dance’ and I tried not to retch. I dropped Sheila off first, walking her up to the door. “I had a great time.” I said trying not to grin like a moron.

She looked away and smiled, “Yeah. Actually so did I.” She blushed faintly. “I guess I’m in this now, ain’t I?”

“I dunno. Is you?”

She shook her head. “So when do I meet this man of mystery?”

“Soon. I hope.” I leaned in for a good night kiss but she pulled away.

“Uugh! You stink.”

“It’s all you.”

“Well it doesn’t work on you.” She opened the door. “Bye.” She closed it before I could argue.

I got back in the car to find Brandon makin’ out with both girls. “Hey! What the fuck?”

Brandon pulled away gasping, “I told them you wouldn’t like it. They started it.”

“Alex doesn’t get to like or dislike anything.” Lisa said pulling Brandon back.

I frowned, put the car in drive and headed for Lisa’s place. Brandon struck me as seriously gay and this was not cool. I walked Lisa to her door.

“What?” she asked, draping her arms around me.

“Nothing.”

“Liar.”

“Whatever.”

“Ok. Kiss me.”

I scowled. I didn’t care how pissed I was at her. Lisa wanted to kiss me, Lisa got fuckin’ kissed. I glued my lips to hers and pushed her against the wall. Lisa liked it a little rough and when she tried to pull away, I pushed her harder against the wall and made her squirm against me. I let her lips go eventually and hissed in her ear, “You an’ me. Sunday after church.”

“OK.” She was breathless. I let her go completely and she oozed into the house like her legs were weak.

I got back in the car. Everything was cool so long as I could make a girl melt like that. “Hey, pussy,” I snapped at Brandon, “Up front.” He hurried to switch seats. I put my hand on his chin and kiss him softly. “You know that number Peter gave you? You can call him ‘bout Beth an’ Lisa if-n they get too friendly, right?”

“Oh.” He blushes. “I’m sorry.”

I let go of him and headed to his place. “Why, they started it, right?”

“Yes.” He said softly. “But I suggested it.”

I stared at him then remembered that I was driving. “I thought you didn’t like girls.”

“I’ve never actually tried girls.” He looked away from me and twisted as stray hair. “You were my first.”

“Oh.” Then I thought about it. “Wait. After the Holiday Dance? That was your first time?” He nodded shyly. “First time with uh guy or first time ever?”

“Ever.”

“Oh fuck!” I almost swerved the car. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why, would you have stopped?”

“No.” Beth snorted from the back seat.

“Yes.” I countered.

“But I didn’t want you to stop. That night was,” he sighed deeply, “a revelation. But, tonight, it occurred to me that I’ve always been the girl and never the boy. That maybe I should try it at least once.”

I glance at him. “So what you think?”

He actually blushed. I reached over and grabbed his crotch; his dick was like a rock. “They did that? Or was it the whole out in public wearin’ uh dress thing?”

“Some of both, I think.” We stopped at his place and he looked first at me then at Beth. “Would either of you like to come in? My parents aren’t home.”

“Either or both?” Beth asked, leaning over the seat.

Brandon looked away, “Which ever you prefer.”

“What do you want?” Brandon shook his head but Beth persisted. “Seriously, you want me to go, it’s totally cool.”

“Actually, I was thinking…” He licked his lips and took a breath. “I mean, I know…Never mind. It’s a bad idea.”

“Let me guess, Brandy.” I leaned in so close I could practically feel his heartbeat. “You wanna watch me fuck Beth before I fuck you.”

“Alex…” Beth’s tone was more irritated than outraged but Brandon moaned softly.

I started rubbing him through the dress. “You can’t wait, can you? You just prayin’ Ima take you hard.”

His eyes closed and groaned, “Oh please don’t do this to me. Not in front of her.”

Got him. “Ima take you, Ima take you where I wanna. You want me ta do it here?” His eyes went wide. “Yeah you’d like that, wouldn’t you, pussy? You’d ‘bout die if-n I shoved mah dick up yo’ ass right here, wouldn’you?”

“Alex.” His voice quivered a bit. “We have neighbors. I don’t want…”

“We go inside you gonna fuck Beth.”

“…what?” His eyes actually spread wider.

“What?” Beth added from the backseat.

“Yeah, we both gonna do her then Ima do you.”

“But I’ve never been…” his voice trailed off and his eyes darted between Beth and I. “…I mean, you’re beautiful. I couldn’t ever…. Alex, she wouldn’t want to…”

I pushed him against the car door. He was shaking and I wanted him so bad I could barely keep my hands off him. “In o’ out? You uh pussy or uh dick?”

“In.” He whispered, eyes still darting between us.

I put the car in park and started to open my door.

“Hey, don’t I get uh vote in this?” Beth snapped.

I looked at her and tried not to grin, “Are you sayin’, seriously, that you don’t wanna fool around tonight?”

“I’m sayin’ that uh lady oughta be asked such things.”

I tried not to laugh too hard as I got out of the car. “Doofus.” I muttered shaking my head. Like she qualified as a ‘lady’ by any standard. A moment later, Brandon was struggling to get his door key in the lock and Beth was still hitting me. “Hey, quit it! Swamp witch! Ugly! Cross-eyed! Ow!” I could keep this up for hours.

When the door finally closed behind us, I pulled Beth close and kissed her deeply. After a minute or so, her giggles stopped and she was kissing me back hard enough to nearly over balance us. After another minute, I remember Brandon and pulled away from Beth to look for him. He was standing – stunned – at front door. I reached out to him and hypnotically he joined us. I kissed him then Beth. Then Beth kissed him. I put my arms around both of them and as much as I like makin’ Brandon suffer, Beth was there and it’s always the same way with her: slow, soft, sweet. Treat her like a national treasure, Peter told me once. It’s not like that’s a bad thing.

We took turns sucking face until Beth began unzipping Brandon’s dress. “Oh God.” He sighed, “Should we…we should…oh God…” His dress slipped to the floor. Underneath, he had on a bra, panties, stockings and a boner like a canon.

“Ooooh, impressive.” Beth cooed in that breathy fuck me voice she has. “I was worried that there might be a girl under all of that.”

“First time ever I was glad there wasn’t.” Brandon panted back. “I got, uh, supplies upstairs.” He gathered his dress and led the way to his room. A small lamp by the bed shed a pink glow on his black lacquered furniture and gave us just enough light to strip and find the bed. Out of a dresser drawer, he provided lube and condoms.

“Alright,” Beth said, taking charge of the evening. “Me first. Come here, Brandon.” She stretched out and pulled him to her side. I moved to the other side to mirror whatever she had him do. “You’re a pretty good kisser so we can go on an’ move down. I don’t know ‘bout boys but on most girls, everything like bein’ kissed.”

“Like this?” He leaned in and kissed her neck and ears. She shivered.

“Oh yeah.” She sighed. I smiled. I loved watching Beth squirm. I wished Peter were there; the only time we had ever made her cum hard, there were three of us. I leaned in and began working on her neck as well. I let my hand fondle her tit and she gurgled happily. “Oh, yeah, do that.” Brandon and my fingers meet as Beth put his hand on mine so he could feel what I was doing. Under us, Beth was cooing and arching which made my dick jump. I moved my lips down her chest too quickly but I wanted that nipple bad. Brandon followed suit and Beth shuttered.

Her hand groped down and landed on my rock hard dick. She ran her nails up and down me a couple times before grabbing hold and stroking me. I groaned and tried not to bite her too hard.

I heard Brandon groan too. “Oh jeez! Can I…? Stop.” I looked up and saw him grab her hand and stop her from jacking him off too. “Can I keep moving down? I don’t know how long I can do this without…”

“Here.” I pulled one of her legs wide and he got the other. I kissed the inside of her thigh and nearly choked on the overpowering scent of her. “Taste her.” I told him.

He took one sniff and frowned and I couldn’t help grinning – such a fag – then he tentatively flicked the tip of his tongue against her shaved lips. After a few very short minutes he was crawling between her legs to get a better angle and she was holding her legs open for him and saying things like “suck it hard” and “oh God yes”. She grinned wickedly at me and rubbed her pussy all over his face – knowing I was gonna enjoy cleaning him off. Then she wiggled her tongue at me. I crawled over stuck my dick in her mouth. She knew how to use her teeth just how I like it and almost before I knew it, she damn near took me over the edge. She let me go and gave Brandon a tug.

He came up panting. “Oh my God!” he gasped. I kissed him and licked Beth’s juice of his chin and nose. He started madly squealing and groaning as I felt Beth’s hair brush against my thigh. From the rhythmic way she moved, I knew she was blowing him. I waited maybe a full minute then dropped down behind him and spread his ass cheeks. When my tongue touched his anus, he screamed and shook. A few frantic seconds later, he came down Beth’s throat. I think he thought we would stop then and moaned with surprise and rapture when we kept licking and sucking until he was hard again.

Beth pulled away from him first and pushed him down. Brandon grabbed my dick and sucked it hungrily as Beth put a condom on his. When she slid down on him, he gasped. “Oh fuck!” She and I both laughed and after an embarrassed moment, Brandon did too. She rode him slowly and I watched his eyes roll back in his head with too much bliss to even moan. I leaned sideways and wedged my head between them so I could suck her clit while she rode him. She went wild. Brandon’s arms slipped under me and I felt him grab Beth by the hips and try to lift her. When he couldn’t get her to speed up that way, I felt his hips bucking against her. Beth was good at control, though, and kept lifting herself higher than he could reach. He groaned with frustration causing vibrations down the length of my dick, which was still in his mouth. I moaned and licked Beth’s clit that much harder.

“Oh God, I’m close.” She whispered. I moved fully on top of Brandon and held his hips down; if Beth was close, she needed to control the speed. Brandon grunted, having my weight suddenly over him but didn’t stop sucking me. We stayed that way for long enough for all of us to work up a sweat. Finally, Beth swore and gave my shoulders a tug. “It’s not working.”

“Crap.” I wasn’t surprised just disappointed. Beth hit it so rarely, it was a special event when she did. “Ok, what do ya want.” Brandon fluttered and I realize that I was probably crushing him. I rolled beside him and let him actually breath.

“What’s wrong?” He panted.

“It ain’t working fo’ Beth.”

“Oh God, did I do something wrong?” he seemed to panic.

I reached over and held him down to kiss him. My face was covered with Beth’s juice and I rubbed most of it on Brandon. “Relax, pussy, she always have uh hard time.”

Beth got up and turned around – without warning Brandon. He gasped as her amazingly tight ass slid down around his dick.

“Don’t cum.” I hissed at him. “Do not fuck this up, pussy.”

“Alex!” Beth snapped at me and I moved quickly to find another condom.

She was so wet, sliding in her was almost frictionless. I pulled her sideways so that we didn’t crush poor Brandon again. It only took a few strokes before Brandon caught the rhythm and we had Beth happily grinding between us. I could feel Brandon rubbing against me inside her and I groaned. “Baby, I can’t do this long. You feel so good, baby, Ima cum hard.”

“Wait…” she hissed, “harder.”

I grabbed her hips and tried to ram my dick through her. Brandon’s hands landed next to mine as he did the same thing. I could hear him practically growling as I whispered to her how unbelievably hot she was. “Ima cum.” I heard myself say and wished I could stop it. “Ima cum. I can’t hold it. I can’t. You so good. I….” My train of thought derailed as physical response took over and I fairly exploded into her. Distantly, I heard Brandon inhale sharply then let out a string of curses I didn’t think he knew. Beth bit down on my shoulder so I knew she got damn close if she didn’t actually cum.

I woke to the strong sensation of needing to pee really, really badly. I staggered out of Brandon’s room and found a bathroom. I relieved myself and staggered back, climbed into bed and went back to sleep.

Sheila and Peter finally meet on the next weekend. Capt. Ed let Beth, my older sister Gracie and I take the Sunset up to Georgetown and pick him up. I let Sheila ride along. Once we were under way, I showed her what not to do with fishing gear – which in her case is actually a what to do discussion – and we spent most of the trip poking each other with sharp objects.

“So why you draggin' me ta pick up your cousin, anyway? I thought I was gonna meet your Master?” She asked me when we were nearly there.

“He prefers Dominant and you’ll find out.”

She shook her head and poked me again. We didn’t get too far into it when Gracie started callin’ out orders and I actually had to do some work.

Peter was waiting on the dock when we pulled in. He hugged Beth and Gracie, shook hands with Sheila and made me carry his luggage. After we cast off, Beth and Peter went below with Sheila and sent me into the wheelhouse with Gracie.

“Question.” She said looking out over the water.

“Yeah?”

“Are you ever gonna tell Mom and Dad you been sleepin’ with Beth?” My mouth dropped and I stared at my sister. She turned, looked at me then her mouth dropped. “OhmyGod! You really are sleepin’ with Beth! I thought I was imaginin’ things. Figured you’d tell me what was goin’ on if I said that. Alex tell me you ain’t….” I swallowed hard and tried to think of something to say. “Alex, lie to me. Say something.”

I opened my mouth and still no words came out.

“Oh my God, boy! Anybody find out, they gonna kill you! Are you crazy! What, you ain’t got enough girls chasin’ you?”

“It just sort of happened.” I said lamely.

“It better not ever just happen again! Oh my God.” She looked back at the river and steered the boat away from the bank. “Oh my God.” She repeated.

Sheila came in a saved me from having to finish the discussion. “You busy?”

“No.” I answered quickly and rushed out of the wheelhouse. “So?”

“This is so gothic romance it’s not even funny.”

“What is?”

“You’re like some dark prince indulging in carnal pleasure because you’ve been curse by some illicit act and will suffer eternal damnation.” In one sentence, she summed up my whole life. She laughed. “You should see your face.” She pinched me. “Relax. I’m in. I can be the femme fatale that torments you. Until I leave for college, at least.”

Six month. Roughly. Brandon was a senior too. So, I had six months to enjoy this. I nodded. “Cool. Definitely cool.”

“Good.” She held up a bottle of anchovy oil. “Beth tells me this stuff is great for your skin. Especially feet.” She grinned. “Come on.” I followed her below deck and spent most of the trip back giving her a foot massage.

Monday, after school, Sheila was waiting for me after dance practice. “You two are pretty good.” She said as Brandon and I meet her at the doorway. “You guys busy this afternoon?”

“I can disappear,” Brandon said, “if you want some alone time. I don’t mind.”

“Actually, I kinda wanted you ta hang around.” She said mysteriously. She looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

I shrugged. “Hey, you want me, I’m yours.”

“Good.” We went back to her place and hung out in her backyard. She had one of those sheds that used to be a playroom but had been converted for goth use. The inside was painted black – although along the floorboards, you could see where it used to be pink – and everything was covered in velvet. “Ok, so this is the vault, right? Nothing said or done in here leaves here, ok? Not ever – not with you guys and not with anybody else. Got it?” We both got it. “Cool. Ok, so Brandy,” Brandon jumped; it was the first time she’d called him that, “are you gay, bi, straight, or what?” His mouth opened but nothing came out. She went on without him. “Well, I guess we can leave out straight, really. So I guess the real question is are you in the closet or out?”

I sat down; I used to think I was tactless but Shelia has me beat hands down. Brandon looked at me and I shrugged. “She know all ‘bout me – she met Peter.”

He nodded. “I’m out, I guess.” He said softly, looking down.

“Hey!” I snapped. “Brandy! Grow uh pair. If you uh fag, be uh fag. Just be uh man ‘bout it.” But even while snapping at him, I couldn’t hide the grin and anyway, he knew me well enough to know what I meant.

He blushed, rolled his eyes and looked at me. “Yes, I’m gay. I don’t make public announcements but, I ain’t exactly hidin’ the fact that I don’t date girls.” He looked back at Sheila. “That what you wanted?”

She frowned. “Not really. I was hoping you were bi. But it’s not like it’s my life. I don’t care who you fool around with. But I know you cross so I was curious.”

“Oh.” He said looking a little stunned.

“So.” Her glance went between us. “Are you guys fooling around together?” Neither of us answered; I didn’t know what Brandon was thinking, but it seemed pretty obvious to me. “You should be bi. All the really talented guys are bi. Keats, Shelley, Byron. Shakespeare.”

Brandon shook his head. “I’m not really good with girls.”

“You good with guys?” she asked. “I bet you two really hot together. You should do each other and let me watch. I could write something ‘bout it – a poem or something.”

Brandon turned scarlet. “I, uh, that ain’t…I should go.” He reached for his book bag but it was closer to me and I got it first.

“What up, Brandy? You don’t wanna play?” I wasn’t going to do anything, I just liked teasing him.

“This is really awkward.” He glanced around the shed. “I mean, ain’t this kinda weird. All…what it somebody comes in?”

I looked at Sheila and she shook her head slightly. “Ain’t nobody coming in.” I dropped his bag beside me and took a couple steps closer to him. I wasn’t really in the mood to fool around – I just liked the way he looked when he was all flustered. He got flush and breathless – actually when he got nervous, he looked a lot like he did when he was hot for it. A whole lot. “Stay uh while.”

His eyes darted to Sheila then back to me. “Is this something you two planned?”

I took a step closer. “Don’t matter.” I loved watching him sweat like that. He looked innocent but I knew for a fact that he wanted to be taken hard. He liked being forced – he wanted to say ‘no’. I grabbed his arm and pulled him to me.

He licked his lips. “I’ll call Peter.” He said softly.

That paused me but only for a moment. My heart had started pounding at some point and he was close enough now that I could rub my boner against he thigh. “You sayin’ No?”

“Yeah.” He shook his head, “I mean, no. I mean, Alex, stop. I – I…” He looked over my shoulder at Sheila. “This is y’know, just between us.”

“Hey, don’t tie him down, right?” Sheila sounded a little shocked behind me but I ignored her; besides, I was just teasing. I wasn’t going to do anything.

“We just playing. He know how to stop the game. Right, Brandy? You wanna stop?”

He swallowed hard. I wondered briefly, in the back of my mind, what the hell was so hot about weak guys when weak chicks pissed me the hell off. Brandon looked utterly fuckable, panting, flush, I could even feel the heat radiating from him. “We shouldn’t do this.” He whispered.

“Hey!” I snapped. “You wanna stop? Stop me.” I gave him a minute but he didn’t say ‘time out’. “You know what I’m lookin’ ta hear, right?”

“Yes.” He whispered.

“You sayin’ it?”

He looked down and for a second – just a split second – I wasn’t sure if he was playing or not. “No.” he whispered again.

“Alright, then.” I pulled him back to the couch next to Sheila. “Si’down.” I glanced at Sheila; her eyes were bright as she watched us and she looked pretty fuck-able just then too. I leaned over and kissed her hard. “What you want him to do?” I asked her.

“Suck you.” She breathed. “Make him suck you off.”

I skipped my belt, and unzipped my fly. It was a tight squeeze getting my rock hard boner out like that but scraping against the teeth of the zipper made it worth the effort. “Take it, pussy.” I rubbed my dick across Brandon’s mouth. His eyes locked on to mine as his lips slowly parted and my dick pushed in. He nipped me with he teeth a lot and I groan every time he did it. “Oh, yeah pussy, eat it.” I couldn’t resist slipping my fingers in his hair and I may have started pumping his mouth a little harder and faster than I would have if we weren’t playing or if Sheila weren’t watching.

And she was watching intently. She moved to the back of the couch and stared at my dick sliding in and out of Brandon’s mouth. Every so often, she reached out and squeezed my nuts, mostly with her nails I could tell even through my pants. Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer. “Ima cum, pussy. Ima cum an’ you gonna swallow.” I heard Brandon moan as I held his face still and let loose.

Sheila pulled me out – bending my dick painfully and scraping me harshly between Brandon’s teeth in the process. I screamed with mixed pain and rapture as she held me and I came all over Brandon’s face. She didn’t give either of us time to recover. “Brandon, do him.”

“What?” he sounded confused.

“I wanna see him in pain. Do him.”

“Oh, yeah.” I moaned and fell to my knees. Somehow, Sheila and Brandon unbuckled my belt and Brandon knelt behind me. I groaned again and he pushed that long stick of his deep inside me. It probably should have hurt more but I was all but high on hormones. Brandon’s dick felt like it was pushing into my stomach and I gasped every time he thrust it all the way in. I was hard again before even I expected it.

The totally unexpected thing was when Sheila knelt in front of me. I opened my eyes just as I felt her warm, bare skin rub my dick. She looked serious, which for her was seriously hot. Then her hand stroked me and my eyes fell shut again. She angled me between her legs and then into her. I groaned again as I realized that none of us was wearing a condom – not that I was going to stop the proceeding to do anything about it. We stayed that way for long enough for me to forget where we were and get completely lost in being bone-er and bone-ee at the same time. Then, she came and I came immediately after. Brandon lasted another minute and drilled me hard until he finally let loose and filled my ass with jizz.

We all kind of fell, in a mass, on the couch. Then, Sheila got up and grabbed a box of baby wipes. “They’re really good for this kind of clean up.” I’d never actually seen a girl clean up after sex so I was riveted to watching Sheila for a minute or two. Then I felt the uncomfortable feeling like I was gonna let one and went through the surprisingly embarrassing experience of trying to wipe my ass in front of someone else.

Sheila walked us to her front door once we were all dressed again. “Listen, Alex,” She said hesitantly. “I don’t really want to be your girlfriend but watching you guys is totally hot. I have so many ideas for my next poem you wouldn’t believe it. Can we not date, just do this sometimes?”

I shrugged. “Sure. Whatever you want.” I was feeling too good to be put out by it.

“Good. Hey, next time, can I tie you down? I wanna try something.” Next time. I shrugged again.

“Cool.” She kissed Brandon like she searching for something then let him go suddenly. “I’m just gonna write everything like you bi, ok?” he was too stunned to answer her. Not that she waited for a reply from either of us. She closed the door with out even a pretense of goodbye.

Sheila lived closed enough to school that walking back there was no big deal. Brandon didn’t speak as we walked and it started to bug me. “You wanna tell me what up?”

“Nothing.” He mumbled.

“You such uh pussy, man! Shit, grow uh pair!” I knew he was upset; I could practically feel it vibrating out from him. “What the fuck?”

“No swearing.” He muttered, still not looking at me.

I made a rude noise but knew he was right about the rule. “Whatever. Dude, just say it.”

“If I had said it,” He stopped walking but still refused to look at me. “If I had said it, would you have stopped?”

“Duh.” But part of me wondered that too; I hadn’t even planned to do more than tease him in the first place. “Of course!”

“I need to know that, Alex. I really need to know that.”

I looked around us. We were way too close to the school – and possible witnesses – for him to go all emotional on me. “Dude –“ I took a couple steps closer to him and lifted his face to look at me. “Seriously, if you say ‘time out’ I will absolutely stop. Totally.” Tears started to well-up in his eyes. “Dude,” my chest got tight. “why didn’t you just say it?”

He swallowed hard. “I –“ he shook his head and pulled away from me. Suddenly he was running down the street.

“Fuck!” I ran after him. This doesn’t look at all like two fag havin’ uh damn spat, I thought. I caught him and yanked him to a stop. “Jesus! Dude! Getuhfuckin’grip! You totally got off on that, what is the deal?” He whispered something I couldn’t catch. “What?”

“I liked it.” I thought he said.

“Dude, it’s sex; you supposed ta like it.”

“Not the sex.” He was shaking. I took a moment to glance around, weighed my reputation against my friend and swore under my breath as I put my arms around him and pulled him out of sight behind a parked car where I could just hold him.

“What, dude?”

“The rape.”

The word hit me like ice and my whole body went momentarily numb “The what?”

“You have to promise me you’ll stop. If I ever say it, you’ll stop.”

I sat back and stared at him. This was what it means to be Dominant. This was what Peter’d had to live with – all my fears and desires, wrapped up and handed to him with all my trust and faith that he’ll never go too far. Now, Brandon was asking the same thing of me. I was suddenly overwhelmed. I just wanted a guy I could fuck on occasion not responsibility – that was Peter’s job. He was the responsible one.

Then, I got it. If you have a submissive, you have to be the responsible one. I didn’t want to be the responsible one. But I couldn’t look Brandon in the eye and say that. I swallowed hard; it wasn’t as if I planned to really hurt Brandon. We played games – we just pretended that I hurt him. But like today, sometimes games go further that you plan them to and sometimes accidents happen. If he told me to stop, I’d stop. I didn’t need to promise him that. Except that even in my own head, I could hear the little voice asking ‘what’s too far, Alex’? Peter asked me that once and I couldn’t answer. I always go to the edge and then take another step. I always go too far. I looked at Brandon again. He knew how stupid I was, how close to falling in I always was but he was still willing to trust me not to go too far if I promised that I’d stop.

Just a promise to a friend.

I took his hand and took deep breath. “Brandon, if you tell me you need a time out, I promise you I’ll stop. My word…” I thought fast; oaths were always taken on the bible and I didn’t have one handy. “…as a Christen.” Not that anyone ever believed that. I thought of one better. “My word as a McElroy. I ever go too far, you can have my company shares. I’ll get my Uncle ta write the contract – we can sign it an’ everything. Deal?”

He stared at me. “You’d do that?”

I nodded slowly. “Yeah.” I should do something similar for Lisa and Sheila too, I thought.

He smiled. “You don’t have to. I believe you. I trust you, Alex.” He stood up, wiping his face. “I guess we should hurry up if we gonna catch the late bus.

“Yeah. We cool?”

“We cool.” He looked away shyly again and we headed for the school parking lot again.

Shelia over me – occasionally – and Brandon under me. And me being responsible in between them. I figured, even I can be responsible for six months. But I don’t know what I’m gonna do next year.