Reuniting with my ex

by EdIam   

Kyle has been happily dating his boyfriend for the past few years, despite almost constant annoying pressure from his ex-boyfriend, Patrick, to reconnect. This time, however, Patrick may have a trick up his sleeve.

I rubbed my eyes as my consciousness returned to me as I instinctively woke up so much earlier than I usually did. Sitting up, I looked over at Patrick, my ex-boyfriend, and smiled while my erection returned.

Last night had truly been amazing…and unexpected…and mind-numbingly erotic.

As I sat there, my hard on aching while my mouth watered looking down at the bulge in the blankets between his legs…imagining kissing his drooling open mouth…wanting his large, fatty biceps that were strown out randomly from his trunk, I couldn’t help thinking back on how much had changed in just these short 12 hours.

It all started yesterday afternoon as I was leaving work. Annoyingly, at the time, Patrick was waiting for me by my car. His large belly was hanging out the bottom of his polo, a sight that had actually kind of disgusted me, while he just smiled as I approached. He’d been trying to talk to me ever since I broke up with him over a year and a half ago for being a controlling, selfish, needy prick. Over and over for the past 18 months or so, he’d made pathetic attempts at reconnecting, every time looking more and more desperate.

I mean, this was a guy I’d celebrated dumping. Life had become instantly better when he was out of it. The mistake I’d made dating him was something I’d thought about for a good long time…I’d wasted so much time with the douche. He was truly toxic and selfish and cruel and demanding and bossy. The kind of guy that his previous ex-boyfriend had gone out of his way to warn me not to date him despite having never met me beforehand.

The inability for him to still hear ‘no’ from me and continued to try to talk to me was just further proof at how horrible he was.

Yesterday had been slightly different from the countless other times he’d tried to talk, however. While I’d rolled my eyes, sighed deeply, and growled at him as I approached saying, “Seriously, Patrick. You need to leave me the fuck alone. We’re done and I’ll never get back with you. So give it the fuck up,” he looked surprisingly confident for the first time since our break up.

Rather than plead or bargain or play off my anger like he usually did, he’d smirked, “I get it, Kyle. But you were my soul mate. I’m convinced of it. And I’m sure you don’t agree…but, well, I wanted you to consider one thing before we truly go our separate ways.”

Before I could interject and scream at him for even suggesting he could ever have been my ‘soul mate’, Patrick pulled out a small necklace from beneath his douchey polo shirt. Against my better judgment at the time, I glanced at it rather than ignoring him and just getting in my car and driving away.

What I saw was insanely beautiful. The crystal dangling on a golden chain sparkled so tantalizingly in the light. Purples and greens and blues danced within it and I found I had no ability to actually look away. Distantly, I’d heard Patrick speaking to me, but my brain just couldn’t even focus on his words…all I could do was stare at the mind-bendingly interesting crystal.

Then, suddenly, I blinked, and he’d stuffed the necklace beneath his shirt. My attention immediately averted back to his face.

His handsome face.

The face I had to admit I’d missed.

After a brief apology on my part, I told him that I’d planned on going over to my current boyfriend’s place for a romantic dinner we’d planned for our six-month anniversary, but now that Patrick had surprised me, it would be nice to go back to his place and reconnect a bit.

And that’s how we ended up back at his place after I drove us back there. In my eagerness to chat with Patrick, I hadn’t even texted my boyfriend, Jonathan. I just wanted so badly to hang out with my ex-boyfriend.

I was definitely happy I did, lightly stroking my large erection as I eased myself out of bed. After a brief chat and another moment where I’d lost focus staring at his necklace, I’d stripped out of all my clothes and begged him to make love with me.

Part of the reason I’d broken up with him was how selfish he was in bed. He’d demand blowjobs and handjobs almost constantly without ever offering me. He’d get pissy if I wasn’t in the mood when he was basically constantly horny. But worst of all, he’d always wanted to top me every single time, despite claiming he was vers (I was absolutely and proudly vers, willing to give and take). When our relationship had started to blossom, however, he never once let me top him claiming, ‘I just want to fuck your fatass. You should want it! My cock is bigger than yours!’

He wasn’t wrong, of course. He had a nine-inch, thick dick compared to my seven and a half dick. Obviously, I wasn’t a slouch myself, and Jonathan loved getting pounded by it as much as he liked seeing it bob while he fucked me.

Luckily, sex last night felt so natural and was better sex than I’d ever had, quite frankly. I’d even told him he was a better lay than Jonathan over and over as I jerked him off, sucked him off, and got fucked over and over. It was like Patrick was an animal and I loved every minute of it. It felt so fucking hot being used by him last night. Occasionally, he even said insanely sexy things like, ‘Yeah, you fucking slut should have always begged for my dick,’ and, ‘You’ll never bitch about taking care of my big cock ever again.’

Each time, I’d moaned and nearly ejaculated just from his words. It was so insanely hot.

I thought about how he’d never once touched my cock at all…and, strangely…I’d never even cum. But he wasn’t wrong: taking care of his cock was absolutely what made the sex last night so amazing.

And now, waking up at 6 when I’d actually planned on staying over at Jonathan’s and sleeping in until around 10, I knew I’d surprise Patrick with a nice breakfast. When we’d dated, he’d always basically wanted me to wait on him hand and foot, always asking me to cook for him or clean for him or do his laundry or his shopping. I found that level of dependency and selfishness such a turn off.

But now, after our amazing talk yesterday that I actually couldn’t really recall the details of, I truly did want to take care of that sexy man.

Taking one more glance at his large hairy pecs and large beer belly that he hadn’t had while we were dating, but I had to admit looked fucking sexy on him, I made my way to his kitchen. It was weird: I generally preferred equally as fit men as myself, like my fellow gym rat boyfriend. We were tall, handsome, muscular guys. Patrick had been similar when we’d dated, but clearly, this past year had been pretty rough on him and he’d let himself go a bit.

For the next three hours, I busied myself preparing a wonderful meal for him, walking to the nearby grocery store before starting as his apartment had almost nothing beyond random to-go containers and expired things in his fridge.

Then, as I finished setting up his small dining room table with all the fixings (toast, pancakes, bacon, sausage, eggs, and fresh fruit), I snuck my way back into his bedroom.

He was still snoring loudly as I entered, but I knew the best way to help him ease into awareness…as well as how I could get my own wonderful breakfast.

Sliding beneath the blanket, I slunk my way between his legs, seeing his morning wood throbbing slightly. Whatever he was dreaming about, he was clearly enjoying himself. And the sight of his cock was stunning, making my heart flutter.

Taking it into my mouth, I started blowing him, slurping up all his leakings greedily as I did so. He was, as I’d found out when we’d dated, quite the pre-cummer, which had been another cause of frustration as pre-cum and cum nauseated me. I had a hard time giving him head because he always seemed to drool a river of pre and ‘forget’ to warn me when he blew his load. I’d even vomited a few times as a result.

Now, however…fuck! His seed and his seed alone was like sweet nectar. I still knew everyone else had disgusting salty drippings. But Patrick…mmmmmmmm…Patrick’s was so fucking good. I’d eaten every load last night, even the ones he’d blown on my face so erotically degradingly.

As I did it, I made a point of thinking about how disgusting Jonathan’s cock and manseed had tasted. Nothing like Patrick’s…mmmmmm…Patrick…

More and more of his seed dribbled on my tongue as shivers of pleasure rippled down my spine. Eventually, I felt him start to thrust slightly into my throat. From there, I felt his hands push the blanket down, his hands grabbing my hair, and him taking a firm grip painfully as he roughly face-fucked me.

“You fucking slut. Can’t had to get more of my dick, eh? Can’t get enough you pathetic little cockhound?” Patrick cruelly spat at me so sexily.

My eyes rolled in the back of my head as drool dribbled out the side of my mouth as he bruised the back of my throat with his rod so enticingly. God…why hadn’t I liked this kind of treatment when we dated before? This was pure, unadulterated sexy heaven!

I readjusted my body slightly so I could stroke my hardness while he used my mouth as he deserved to. Over and over he thrusted until I felt his thick meat thicken even more and the first blast of his delicious gravy coated the back of my mouth. Blast after blast filled my needy stomach as I greedily swallowed every drop.

While I still stroked my own dick enjoying the erotic bliss that was slurping down Patrick’s cum, he laughed at me,

“Still trying to get off you little skank? Well, I love that you keep trying. Something tells me you won’t until I let you, but, hey, you don’t mind, do you?” he taunted me with a cocky smirk that made my dick throb.

“Mmmm…You just taste so good! Fuck, Patrick! I made breakfast but you think you could fuck my ass one more time before you go eat? You up for it?” I begged, feeling so empty looking at his softening cock, seeing his sexy cocky smirk looking down at me and his crystal necklace dangling between his pecs, the only thing he was wearing.

Sadly, Patrick only laughed at my request, “You really are addicted to my cock, ain’t you, Kyle? Pathetic. I just came, you sick perv! You think I can come again that fast? Even I’m not that much of a stud!”

I smiled at him, not hurt at all by his harshness, “You are! You are such a stud, Patrick!”

Once again, he laughed as I kneeled back, fully stroking my pole unabashedly at the foot of his bed. Kicking his legs off the side of his bed, he stood up, shaking his head at me as he stood and left the room, naked as the day he was born and his huge soft dick swaying so tantalizingly.

I stared at him the entire time like an eager puppy. Once he’d passed me, I followed behind, still stroking.

Once he sat down at the table, he told me I could give him a nice foot rub while he ate, and I dove at the chance. His meaty, hairy feet felt just as heavenly in my hands as his cock because I knew he wanted them rubbed. I suppose some people would feel a bit offended with someone eating an entire meal you’d prepared for them while you sat on the floor under the table merely rubbing their feet.

But for Patrick…mmm…this was perfection.

I massaged his feet earnestly as I heard him slurp and chew and burp his way through the meal, not a thought about doing anything beyond making him feel wonderful.

Eventually, he finished and kicked me off him a bit. He sat back, looking down at me looking up at him longingly as he scratched his furry belly, “Not a bad job, babe. I suppose I would consider making you my boyfriend again if you keep up the good work.”

My heart did a little flip in my chest thinking I might be able to get back with such a sexy, brilliant, wonderful man like Patrick.

Without another word, he stood up and made his way to his bedroom. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I remained on the floor for a while, still lightly fondling my still rock-hard cock. Eventually, after hearing his shower run for a while, I glanced up at the clock and saw that I had to start getting ready to go. I had to work in a couple hours, so I definitely needed to head home and shower myself, even though I was still insanely horny.

I got up and made my way into his bedroom, looking for my clothes. Sliding my underwear back up my legs (which barely contained my erection), I was about to start sliding my pants on when Patrick re-entered in nothing but a towel and his crystal necklace.

His sexy belly hung over his ratty stained beige towel, hairy and still a little wet. I couldn’t help but stare. God, he was such a hunk.

“What do you think you’re doing, slut?” Patrick stated, casually strutting towards his dresser.

I smiled, loving how Patrick spoke to me so bluntly, “I gotta head home so I can go to work. I guess I need to chat with Jonathan too. I mean, I guess I’m just realizing cheated on him last night…”

I truly hadn’t thought about it like that until that moment, but even I couldn’t deny I felt zero shame. I mean, this was Patrick! He was sex on legs! Who could resist him!?

And he might be my boyfriend again!

Patrick let out a laugh, “Yeah…you should probably talk to your boyfriend. But why don’t you take a look at this again. It would be so much better if you…”

I didn’t even hear what Patrick said next fully, so lost in the crystal necklace he’d lifted and instructed me to look at. Lord, that thing was intoxicating. I couldn’t even think about looking at anything other than the beautiful shifting colors as the light refracted in so many different ways.

“All right, with that, I’m heading out. You have fun here while I’m away,” Patrick announced, letting go of his necklace and putting on one of his stylish polos, his wonderful cock now on display as he let his towel fall to the ground. I couldn’t help but stare at that beautiful cock I’d missed so much as he pulled up a pair of grey sweatpants.

God, it was hot that he was going out commando.

And then, he left without another word to me at all, completely ignoring me. For my part, I called my boss and faked a little cough telling her I wouldn’t be able to come in…I’d come down with a cold.

Then I saw I had quite a few texts from my boyfriend. Honestly, it annoyed me that he was strangling me so much. Like, man, let me live my life!

So, without even reading any of his texts, I responded, ‘This really isn’t working out. We’re breaking up.’

Once that was handled, I got to work cleaning Patrick’s apartment.

It really did need it, if I was being honest. The poor guy had never been much of a cleaner to begin with. I’d always made fun of him and called him a bit of a ‘straight frat boy’. He’d definitely tried to make me clean up after him when we’d dated many times. I had always resisted it, really trying to encourage him to grow up and take care of his own place.

After all, I’d wanted to be a boyfriend, not a mother.

So I got to work right away, eager to make sure that I was thorough. He truly did deserve to live in a spotless apartment, as sexy as he was. I was halfway through wiping the linoleum in his kitchen with paper towels and Windex (the guy literally had no other cleaning materials at all) before I realized I was still nude. Not only nude, but rock hard.

It was kinda hot cleaning up his place, if I was being honest. Knowing my ex was out and about while I was naked and cleaning up his trashed place. It was almost as if I was his little subby slave boy or something.

I wasn’t, of course, but the thought of it was so fucking hot!

So I kept at it, stroking myself a bit here and there, truly playing into the fantasy.

It was around five or six hours later that I heard his keys in the front door from the bathroom where I was sweating over his toilet, vigorously scrubbing at the absolutely disgusting stains within it. I’d already finished deep cleaning his kitchen and living room. All I had left was the rest of his bathroom and bedroom.

“Slut? Where you at? Get your juicy ass out here!” I heard from the living room.

My heart did a little leap and my cock throbbed hearing Patrick’s commanding voice, I instantly stood up and hollered, “Coming!”

I sauntered out quickly, eager to see the sexiest man on Earth once again. Then, as my heart sank instantly, I stopped the moment I stepped into the newly cleaned living room.

Patrick was standing there making out with another guy.

Not just any guy, though.

Simon.

The guy he’d dated before me.

The guy that had warned me not to date him.

The guy that, honestly, had given me the impression he’d hated him even more than me.

But here he was making out with him like he’d missed his lips more than anything while pushing down his pants to reveal his large bulge in his boxer briefs.

I couldn’t lie, Simon was a sexy guy. I’d even considered reaching back out to him after I’d dumped Patrick to see where he was. His Instagram, however, showed that he’d moved on and even gotten engaged to a new guy.

I imagined that had to have no worked out if he was here, pawing at his own clothes trying to get nude while drooling into Patrick’s mouth, stroking every part of Patrick’s body he could reach. He didn’t even notice me, as lost as he was staring into his ex-boyfriend’s eyes, the dark brown eyes glistening in the light as wet saliva made his facial hair shine.

Quickly stripping his shirt off, I could see Simon had absolutely been keeping himself fit. Despite having quite a hairy chest, I could see beneath his wonderfully furry pecs and stomach huge, sexy pecs and a well defined six pack. In fact, he looked to be even more muscular just standing next to the flabby and, well, fat Patrick.

Simon clearly had thrived these past few years. But it was also obvious that he was insanely turned on by Patrick, which I couldn’t blame him for.

Patrick was fucking sexy beyond belief.

Ignoring the fact that Simon was looking great, however, the anger and shock overwhelmed me seeing Patrick furiously making out with another guy.

“Wha…” I muttered, feeling a surge of jealousy as I covered my cock, not wanting this stranger to see me nude, “Patrick?! What the hell?! I thought we’d reconnected?! I even spent the day cleaning your pigsty of an apartment. How could…”

“Oh relax, slut!” he interrupted, pulling himself off Simon. For his part, Simon did glance at me, a bit of frustration clear on his face upon seeing me. Quickly, however, he looked back at Patrick. It just seemed like a fact that he couldn’t keep his eyes off him, his huge cock pulsating in his underwear while a large wet stain grew at the tip of his penis, but a red face showing that he, too, wasn’t thrilled to see me. Patrick, for his part, simply began squeezing the massive butt cheeks at Simon’s rear.

“You didn’t tell me you were still dating Kyle. I thought he’d broken up with you? What is going on? This…this feels wrong somehow…wait…what am I doing here?! Holy fuck, what about Brad?!” Simon stated, starting to lose his cool, while looking down at his left hand.

I could see why Simon was beginning to freak out.

He had a wedding ring on his finger.

“Wait! You’re still married? Why are you here? Are you even open?” I asked Simon, shocked he’d be cheating on his husband.

Simon shook his head and, as if realizing Patrick was groping his butt, stepped forward quickly, tearing up as he looked down at his hand, “No! I was just getting to the gym. I saw Patrick at the front door. He’d tried talking to me for years now, but I’d learned, long ago, to just ignore him. But then he started talking to me and I started listening and I left knowing Brad was waiting for me inside and I didn’t tell him and then I got in his car and came here and got horny and ohmyGodwhatamIdoing?!”

Simon began pacing around the living room, now ignoring both of us. Patrick stood there, smirking. Despite the panic attack in front of me, I still couldn’t believe how horny the man made me.

After a moment, Patrick sat down, spreading his thick thighs wide and so powerfully. I stared at his amazing form a bit, still hiding my erection from Simon but so distracted by my insanely sexy ex.

“Simon, Simon, Simon. Take a breath! Sit down here next to me, boy,” Patrick stated, patting the seat next to him.

Simon, suddenly remembering where he was, looked up at Patrick angrily, “No! What did you do? This isn’t me! This isn’t what I want! I need to call Brad. Where are my clothes?! This is so wrong and I’m sure you did something to…”

“Shut the fuck up, Si, and look here!”

“No! No I won’t! Whatever you’re doing…”

Suddenly, Simon stopped talking and I realized he had actually looked at Patrick. Patrick, just smiling confidently, had reached beneath his shirt and pulled out that necklace I’d so enjoyed, holding it up so Simon could see it. From where I was, I couldn’t see the way the light reflected in it so beautifully. The way Simon was staring at it, though, told me he did see the somewhat hypnotic beauty the thing had.

“Now, be a good boy and take a seat next to me like I’d told you to do before,” Patrick stated calmly, looking at Simon like a predator.

Simon, calm now, did what he was told. Easing his way across the room, he slouched onto the couch to Patrick’s right, eyes not leaving the necklace.

“Now, my good boy. Let me reiterate what we talked about before. You know, without a doubt, I’m the sexiest man you’ve ever seen. You missed me all these years. You want to be mine again. You want to be sexual with me. You want me to be your boyfriend. You want to do what I say and listen to me no matter what I tell you to do. You love it when I’m bossy and you love serving me. It turns you on. You don’t care that you’re married at all. In fact, it’s hot for you that you’re cheating on your husband. Brad is nowhere near as sexy as me and you know you’ve missed me all these years, so you have no problem insulting him when comparing him to me. You don’t care that Kyle is here either. You know that he finds me just as a sexy as you do and it’s hot to you that I’ll be with both of you. It’s hot to you that you’ll have to share me with Kyle. You want to be mine more than anything. So, when I put the necklace back beneath my shirt, you’ll instantly strip off your underwear, stroke your cock, and beg me to fuck you not worried at all that Kyle is watching you act so pathetically. You want to ignore him for now no matter what he says or does, in fact, so focused on getting me to fuck you and only paying attention to anything I say directly to you.”

With that, Patrick stuffed his necklace back beneath his shirt. For a moment, Simon shook his head as if waking up suddenly.

Then, like lightning, he swiped his underwear off, revealing his thick meat throbbing between his legs, and began stroking himself openly.

“Holy shit, Patrick! I’ve missed you so much! I can’t believe I haven’t tried getting back with you sooner! I mean, fuck, I even married someone else. But, man, you’re so much sexier and desirable than Brad. Why I married that ugly fuck when I could have had you this whole time? I mean, even though I am a still a total top and have only fucked Brad, I remember you practically begging me to a bottom for you…I’d be willing to now! In fact, would you please fuck me, Patrick? I bet your cock would feel so good in my tight ass. I wouldn’t let anyone else in the world fuck me but you’re different and oh so fucking sexy. Please, Patrick! Please fuck my ass!”

Patrick, smirking at the embarrassing display that his other ex was showcasing. Rubbing at his huge bulge—something I’d been staring at and wanting in my ass, yet again, too—he glanced at me as if daring me to say something.

I just moved my gaze from his crotch to his devilish eyes. Without really thinking, I just said, “What did you just do to him?”

Patrick smiled even broader, telling Simon that if he got between his legs and started slurping on the bulge in his pants he might fuck him, then looking back at me, “What do you think I did, slut?”

Simon, not wasting a moment, got in his knees between Patrick’s thick thighs and began moaning on the large lump as I stared and replied, barely able to stutter out as the fear and realization of Patrick’s control over Simon hit me, “It…it seems like you…you…controlled him with your necklace…”

“And? What do you think of that, you pathetic whore? What do you think is going on here with Simon, my first ex-boyfriend with a husband drooling my cock like a totally obsessed cock hound and you, my other ex-boyfriend, standing there nude and hard as steel just looking at me?”

My cock throbbed at the insult while my heartrate elevated putting two and two together as to what was going on, “I…you…we are being, ummm, I think you are controlling him with your necklace and making him do and think things and, I mean, it was clear he was worried about cheating on his husband but you made him not care and oh fuck I think you did it to me too because I broke up with my boyfriend and even though I do feel like I think he was annoying now I don’t think I did before this and oh my God what have you done to me?! To us?!”

Patrick, scaring me even more, just laughed, “I mean, is it so strange that my ex-boyfriends would have a change of heart without a magic necklace I stumbled upon at a flea market? One that can make me control their minds completely when they look at the pretty colors? I mean, even you can admit right now that I’m the sexiest fucking guy in the world, right?”

I nodded, still angry, “Of course you are. But you made me think that. It’s clear…yesterday…at my car. You hypnotized me and made me come here and…fuck, man…I’ve been your little slave! I’ve been a lovesick fucking obsessed puppy like you always had wanted me to be before! And you did it to Simon too while you were out! What the fuck, Patrick?!”

“Even now I bet you…oh…fuuck…I bet…oh fuuuuck…” Patrick moaned, smashing Simon’s eager face into his junk, “Pull it out my pants and suck on it now, Simon!”

Simon did what he was told, pulling out that perfect, amazing, wonderful cock that, even now, I wish I was also worshipping.

“As I was saying: I bet even realizing all of this, you still want to be with me. You still want to be in Simon’s place right now. You still find me insanely sexy. You still want me to fuck you over and over despite being a prude, asshole top when we were dating. I bet you want to take care of me and have your entire world revolve around my comfort because I’m just that important to you, huh? I bet you want to be with me more than you ever wanted to be with your loser boyfriend, yeah? I bet you know I’m your soul mate, just like I said before. Just like I’ve told you over and over for years yet you dismissed it like an asshole. I bet I’m right? Right?”

Simon, gagging loudly as the large cock went in and out of his eager mouth, was stroking his own leaking dick. I realized that how he was behaving now was exactly what I would have looked like last night…

…when I should have been cuddling and making love to my boyfriend instead…

And, what’s more, I realized that I still wished I was the one doing it. That Patrick was right. The feelings and cravings and desires he’d put into me that he’d listed were all accurate.

I did want to be sucking him off right now.

I did want him to fuck me.

I did want to be with him and take care of him more than I’d ever wanted to be with or take care of anyone else.

But…I couldn’t…this wasn’t right…this wasn’t real.

He, most assuredly, was not my soul mate.

I stook up straight, finding my confidence, “Even if you’re right, I’m still me in here. You need to hear my say this, you fat fuck: I am not your soul mate. I will never be your soul mate. Seeing what you did to Simon, I know I can’t be like him ever again. And I’m definitely not going to stay with a fucking sociopath like you. Fuck you, Patrick. And, believe me, I’ll be back to save Simon. He and I both deserve our own lives free of you…no matter how sexy you’ve tricked us into thinking you are. No matter what mumbo-jumbo bullshit you pull with your stupid fucking necklace, we’ll never be your soul mates. We’ll only ever be mind-fucked slaves that you had to use literal mind control to keep in you sad, miserable, pathetic life.”

With that, I covered my eyes, knowing without a doubt that Patrick would be trying to trick me into looking into his crystal once again. I rushed toward the front door, unencumbered by the mess that had been there earlier today. In a panic, I started, desperately, trying to unlock and unlatch his locks before he had a moment to detach Simon from his crotch and get me.

“Fuck…fuck, Simon stop! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Simon! If you tackle Kyle and stop him now, I’ll fuck you! I’ll fuck you! I’ll fuck you right here and right now!”

Hearing him, I knew I only had a few more seconds. The stupid chain was stuck, and I couldn’t get it to fully detach from the hook, but I needed to. I needed to or I’d end up just as brainwashed and mind-fucked as Simon…as I’d been last night.

But…fuck…Patrick really was the sexiest man on Earth.

My cock throbbed as the stray thought went through my head, distracting me slightly from my mission. Then the realization that I was about to storm out of his place completely nude kept me from pulling the last milimeter I needed for my freedom.

And then, the air was knocked out of me as Simon tackled me and forced me onto the ground, his own large leaking cock wetting me as he struggled to keep me from fighting out of his grip.

“Simon! Please! Don’t do this! You don’t want this! Your husband! Think of your husband!” I pleaded, feeling his hands tighten around my wrists as he held me down. I could feel his own cock wriggle around my own, frotting me slightly as I fought to get him off of me.

“Fuck me, please, Patrick! Please! I got him! Please just fuck me!” Simon began begging, clearly not hearing a word I was saying to him.

Patrick sauntered into my view as I fought against Simon’s strong body, so much stronger than mine through hours of gym time he’d devoted himself to as he bettered himself after dumping Patrick.

“Good boy, Simon! I’ll fuck you in a moment. Just let me finish this…” Patrick started as I saw him reach under his shirt.

Slamming my eyes shut, I made sure I didn’t look at the crystal that Patrick had eased out of hiding. I continued to plead with Simon and with Patrick. But the only response I got from either of them was Patrick muttering to Simon evilly, “Hold his eyes open while you continue holding him down and while I talk to him, slut, and I’ll fuck you doubly hard.”

Unsurprisingly given the desire Simon had forced to have to get fucked, I felt Simon shift, kneeling on my arms to hold them down and free his hands. His fingers pried at my eyelids as I struggled and shook and strained to keep them tight.

But then, through the slimmest of vision…

The crystal…

The lights…

The words…

And after what felt like only a few seconds, I slept.

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!”

I heard Simon hollering next to me as awareness returned to me.

“You like that, you little shit? You gonna give me your hole whenever I want, right?”

“Fuck yes, Sir. Please…never stop fucking me. My body is yours. My life is yours. Fuck, just keep making me…hngh…feel…this…good!”

Wiping at my eyes as the sleep wore off, I heard a sick ‘splat’ as Simon’s cum shot out of his cock, wetting the floor I’d cleaned earlier that day.

“Good boy. You’re just my little stupid slave slut now. Never gonna leave me again. You’re mine and you want to be mine forever. Isn’t that right, you stupid whore?”

He kept fucking Simon doggie style next to me on the living room floor as I sat up, not really sure what happened or what had gone on since the two of them had returned. I looked around, trying to figure out what may have happened to make me fall asleep here on the floor, but I couldn’t really see anything that gave any reason why I’d ended up there.

I remembered cleaning all morning.

I remembered the two of them returning.

I remembered being so horny and happy seeing him.

Then I was here on the floor next to him fucking his other slave.

“Well look who’s awake,” I jumped, hearing him suddenly notice me.

I smiled, drawing my attention back to the sex beside me. Seeing his wonderfully chubby body drenched with sweat fucking Simon while his fatty tissue bounced just made me so fucking horny.

“Sorry, Sir! I’m not sure why I fell asleep! But I’m glad I’m awake to be of service once again!” I gushed, my heart swelling with eagerness and cock growing with excitement.

“That’s a good slut slave. Get up and finish cleaning. Start with the mess your other slut slave just made. With your tongue, you sanctimonious bitch.”

I smiled even broader, so excited to be of service once again. Easing my way beneath Simon and feeling his already re-hardened cock brush against the back of my head, I started licking up his cum. I understood that it was my job to keep the place clean, so I was happily willing to do my duty!

Once it was all cleaned up and the taste of salty slave cum began fading from my tongue, I got up, eager to get back to cleaning the toilet like I’d been doing when they arrived.

Then I’d move onto the bathtub.

Then I’d probably help Simon with dinner.

Then…hopefully…Master Patrick would fuck me too.

God, I hoped so. Master Patrick’s happiness was my biggest goal, his cock was my favorite thing on Earth, and his every need was my sole focus.

I’d never leave Master Patrick ever and neither would Simon.

Because Master Patrick was our life…our everything…

Our soul mate.

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