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Sunday afternoon. They had been dating less than a year. Living together only a few months. Earlier, during their usual Sunday morning love making (Alex referred to it as worshipping at the church of St. Lafayette and St. John), the subject of choking came up. And by came up, it was more like a request. Someone safe-worded, and they had to stop and have a frank conversation about kinks and limits beyond their normal repertoire.
Which led them here. Sitting in their underwear around their kitchen table. Alex, ever the poet, suggested they each write their own list of whatever kinks and fantasies they had personally had, that could then be shared with the group and decided, safely, if it was something to explore.
Lafayette wrote his quickly and succinctly, in what looked like a bulleted list. As if he already had it parsed out in his mind, organized and ordered. Alex had put pen to the paper and in his untidy scrawl had covered the front and back with paragraphs.
John looked down at his sheet. Had written some pretty basic stuff at the top. Light bondage. Edging. Dirty talk. Submission. Domination. He was all over the place, and feeling a little anxious about writing what he really wanted. He trusted Alex and Laf with all his heart, but still felt a slight poke of shame. Thought back to the last time he confessed a kink to someone. He asked a lover to tie him up. His last boyfriend. He had been with Antoine just shy of six months. He whispered the request, in the dark, while they jerked each other off. John could actually feel Antoine’s erection wilt in his hand.
Alex and Lafayette weren’t like that. Had already indulged in a few of his darker ideas. He’d been tied up, tied down, done the tying. Lafayette and Alex already had a pretty established dom/sub dynamic that he slipped into quite comfortably. Joined Alex in subbing for Laf. Could dominate Alex, or bottom for him. Sometimes all of it one night.
Go big or go home, he decided silently. Wrote it all down.
***
They each spent some time reviewing each other’s lists in private. Annotated, made comments. Lafayette literally made a check mark next to every single one of John’s requests in red pen. Wrote 12/12 on the top of the paper and drew a smiley face. Like it was a goddamn pop quiz, that he managed to ace.
Over the years, they worked through each other’s lists. They became more like second language. Lafayette loved when Alex and/or John would act bratty in public, tease him senseless so he could punish them when they got home. Alex had an insatiable thirst for cock warming, particularly when he had a long project to work on. Laf and John took turns being the one under his desk. They all loved pet names, dirty talk, bondage, spankings, butt plugs, hair pulling. Their toy collection was extensive. John found out he rather enjoyed wearing a collar.
They indulged in elaborate BDSM scenes. Extended role plays, including a memorable one where Alex had a very specific scenario in mind. Made Lafayette and John don nothing but feathered gladiator helmets. Pretended to be their hard won prize after a victory in battle.
Had every flavor of every kind of sex. In pairs. In threesomes.
Now John’s 30th birthday was around the corner. And there was one fantasy of his in particular, a rather elaborate one, that had been untouched.
So Alex and Lafayette plotted.
***
It was a pretty typical Friday evening. John had spent the afternoon at the office space he rented in Soho, working on a particularly finicky infograph a local non-profit had commissioned. The edge of a bad mood started to prick at him, but he knew that most Fridays Alex could get away from the office an hour or two early. Lafayette would have beat both of them home. Perhaps they could all go to dinner. Maybe even see whatever horror movie was out this week.
Kicked his shoes off, tossed his keys into the dish shaped like a turtle they kept on a little table by the front door. “Alex? Laf?” His voice echoed throughout the apparently empty apartment. “Anyone else home?”
More annoyance as he realized he was the first one home. Not sure why it bothered him so much, but he had hoped to find his boyfriends here, eager to start the weekend right. He had half a mind to shower, put on his PJs and settle in for a Netflix binge and a box of Cheez-its. Fuck going out. Fuck having fun.
He pulled off his Northface fleece, tossed it in the hall closet. Padded in sock feet over to what was technically “his” bedroom, though he hadn’t slept in there in over a year. Really just an oversized closet and dressing room. Shed the button down shirt and jeans he wore. Stood in his underwear--black boxer briefs printed with tiny neon pineapples--and dug through his dresser. Needed something soft, and oversized. When he found nothing that fit the bill, he decided to go raid Lafayette’s wardrobe instead.
***
“How is this even going to work?” Alex asked pointedly. He rubbed his temples.
“It is pretty simple, mon chou. Our dear Laurens has a fantasy, and we must indulge him. ” Lafayette’s eyes glittered, and he was holding the creased and annotated list that John had made about three years ago.He wiggled his eyebrows.
Alex crossed his arms and looked at Lafayette suspiciously. “I’m confused. Is this a present for John? Or for you?”
Lafayette laughed, and waved the paper at Alex. There, in John’s own tiny, spiky writing was the request. “Trust me, dear, it is for Laurens. But, it would be a lie to say that I will not get immense pleasure from it.”
A tiny spark of interest ignited in Alexander. Especially when they started shopping on Laf’s iPad. However, his eyes practically fell out of his head when saw the total in the cart. Despite Alex’s protest that they could use whatever they already had, Lafayette insisted on purchasing some wildly extravagant bondage gear, all black leather and chrome. High end shit.
“It’s his birthday,” Lafayette whined. Alex huffed in response. “Come on, mon chou,” he purred, mouthing at his ear. “Think of how beautiful the leather will look against his skin. Such a lovely contrast.” He nipped, making Alex shiver.
“Ugh, fine,” Alex said. “Hurry, buy it before I change my mind.”
Lafayette hit the purchase button. Apparently he already had an account at stockroom.com, had his credit card saved and everything. Jesus.
“All done!” he chirped, locked his iPad. Pulled Alex into his lap. “This is going to be fun.”
***
“You guys are here?” John asked, confused. In Lafayette’s room, they sat on his giant bed piled with white sheets and pillows. They were both fully clothed, silent, and wearing twin smirks. “I called for ya’ll?”
“Sorry, babe, didn’t hear you,” Alex said slowly. Rehearsed sounding.
“You look...stressed,” Lafayette said, giving him the once over.
John inhaled, looked at both of his boyfriends. Something was off. “I’m a little grumpy. Didn’t have the best day. This project I’m trying to finish is giving me trouble.”
As if they had practiced, they rose in sync and approached him. John was suddenly aware that he was practically naked while they were both still in their work clothes. Alex was wearing a gray sweater and dark wash jeans, his hair pulled into a high bun. Lafayette had on dress pants, a light blue cardigan over a dark blue button down shirt, set off with a gray neck tie, his hair pushed back from his face with a skinny elastic headband. They both looked effortlessly incredible. Despite feeling young and vulnerable in nothing but his underwear and socks, his dick stirred in interest. He liked the way they were looking at him. "Can we help you relax?” Alex asked. Laid a palm on John’s bare chest.
“Did you have something particular in mind?” he teased.
“Come here, cherie,” Lafayette said, gathered John into his arms. Dumped him onto the bed. Laid him on his back, pulled his head into his lap. Now John was stretched out on the bed, his head resting on Lafayette’s thighs, Alexander settling himself between his legs. Alex nosed at his cock through his underwear. Lafayette began combing his fingers through John’s hair, stroked his scalp. “Tell us about your day,” he urged.
John launched into a recap. He gasped slightly when Alex yanked down his shorts, took his half hard dick into his mouth, and let it just rest on his tongue. So, with his dick in the wet warmth of Alex’s mouth and Lafayette’s soothing fingers in his hair, he began to relax. Let his eyes drift shut, floated away.
“Day started off crappy. Barista mixed up my order with someone else’s, I ended up with a disgusting pumpkin spice latte, and by the time I tasted it, it was too late to turn around and get it fixed.”
A small groan of sympathy sounded from Alex’s throat. Made John shiver a little, the vibrations plus the reassurance that it addition to the blow job, Alex was listening to him. Alex hated pumpkin spice lattes too. He found any type of flavoring, milk steaming, sugar added a disrespect to coffee.
“Had to call the IT desk at work, fucking wifi was down the first like two hours I was there. Then decided to come back on mysteriously. Stupid.”
Laf’s hands were so soft and expert in his hair. Almost lazy in the way they trailed from his roots to the tips. Pulled a curl here and there to stretch it and let it go, watching it re-curl itself back into a ringlet. Lifted his hand and let the strands run through his fingers like water. Made some soothing sounds in the back of his throat. Lulled John further into a sense of safety and relaxation.
“Then, this goddamn project. How in the world am I supposed to represent the purpose of assessment in the classroom in a way that’s graphical, simple and bold? I don’t even understand what this stupid association is asking for half of the time, all this education bullshit makes no sense. I’m about to give --ah, ah shit Alex that feels great-- give the project to someone else.”
“You are brilliant, cherie, I know you will figure it out,” Laf assured him. Put his finger tips to John’s scalp, all ten, massaged in small soothing patterns.
No clue how long they stayed like that. Could have been anywhere between five minutes to half an hour. Time was irrelevant, and John was so relaxed he didn’t even notice Lafayette shifting. Grabbing something from behind the mountain of pillows at the head of the bed. Or Alex pulling off his dick. Rustling with something on the floor at the foot of the bed.
His eyes were already closed, so it didn’t go much darker as Lafayette placed the fleece lined leather blindfold over his eyes, taking care to not snag any of John’s hair as he buckled it in the back. John smiled, puckered his lips in expectation of a kiss. Lafayette obliged him, brushed their lips together. “So we’re playing, huh?” John whispered.
Lafayette didn’t answer.
Instead, two pairs of hands took hold of him, flipped him onto his stomach. John was still so relaxed and pliant, he allowed himself to be maneuvered. If Alex and Laf wanted to work him over, that was just fine. His hands were guided behind his back and cuffed in place. The cuffs felt new. They were heavier than the ones he normally wore, lined with very soft material and connected by a solid-feeling chain.
“Did you guys buy new stuff?” he asked, his voice gruff with arousal. He wished he could see it. The request he was about to make faltered on his lips as he felt the tip of a lubricated plug pressing at his entrance. He automatically spread his legs to better accommodate. After a few minutes of gentle working, his body accepted the plug completely. John groaned around the stretch.
They pulled him to his feet. A collar of supple leather went around his neck. The click of what John assumed was a leash being attached to the collar, and was confirmed as he was forced forward when yanked by his neck.
Next, something was being wrapped around his waist. More leather straps, sitting high on his hips. Cold ring of metal right under his navel. Someone’s hand...Alex’s it felt like...guided a strap down the front, took his cock in hand and threaded through a metal cock ring. John whimpered, the metal cold and the blood constricting in his dick. They weren’t done. Another leather strap, almost like a thong, was attached the cock ring and went between his legs. Drawn up, splitting his asschecks obsencely. They buckled it to the metal ring resting at the small of his back. The leather pushed the plug in deeper.
“The fuck is that?” John asked. “Is that a harness?” The other two laughed.
“Shhh, little one,” Lafayette said, his voice in front of him. “Look at how pretty you are.”
“What color are you at, John?” Alex asked, his voice over his shoulder.
“Green. For sure.”
“Wonderful. Now, my love, do you trust us?” Laf asked. His hand was on John’s jaw, stroked his chin.
“Of course.”
“And you know what to do if...if you can’t talk and you want us to stop?” Alex pressed. He was running his hands over the waist harness, tugging at the leather straps.
John nodded. “Hum ‘Somewhere Over the Rainbow.’”
“Good boy,” Laf approved. And then shoved something--silk?--in his mouth. Tied it off at the back of his head.