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You knocked on the door, nerves building up inside of you. It did every time, no matter how often you did this.
Your overnight bag was in your hands, although Nick had said you wouldn't need much. Toiletries, spare underwear, an extra set of clothes.
It was the same as last time. Once a month, every month, you went over to Nick's apartment.
And spent the entire weekend being Nick and Nolan's plaything.
How it had ever come to this, you weren't entirely sure. It certainly wasn't what you imagined when you'd started working as an ADA.
But life was difficult. Between working at the DAs office 5 days a week, late nights, and the general stress of daily life, you needed a break.
Everything was hard. One Friday night, sat in the office, it hit you. The prospect of going back to your lonely apartment, having to go grocery shopping just to be able to eat, all the washing and cleaning, another lonely night watching tv.
You started crying. You thought everyone had gone home, but Nick hadn't.
He found you, comforted you, invited you back to his apartment for takeout.
You went with him, unsurprised when Nolan showed up. (They weren't exactly subtle with their relationship)
Wine was consumed, as you sat on the couch between Nick and Nolan, and suddenly Nick was kissing you, telling you to relax, to let go.
It felt good, to have the attention of an older man. Of Nick and Nolan, who was watching with barely concealed lust in his eyes. He kissed you next, and the feeling of being passed between two men was too good.
The night ended with being fucked by Nick as Nolan used your mouth. You felt more satisfied than you had in a while, slept better than you had in ages.
So it became a regular thing. Once a month. You went to Nick's apartment, and were basically treated as a pet for the whole weekend. It was nice to let go, just let whatever happened, happened. No worries, no fears. Just pleasure.
The door opened, Nolan barely looking at you as he stepped aside to let you in. It was part of the game, to treat you as an object.
You dropped your overnight bag on the floor, gently, waiting for Nolan to shut the door before you stripped off completely.
That was the rule- no clothes except what they gave you.
On the side table was a short, red plaid skirt, and nothing else. You slipped into it, waiting as you felt the collar around your neck, put there by Nolan.
"You remember your safewords?" Nolan asked, his hands on your shoulders. He was a solid presence behind you, comforting and strong.
You nodded. "Yes sir. Poughkeepsie to stop everything. Amber to adjust something. 3 clicks to stop if my mouth is occupied." It was the same every time.
"Good girl. Kitchen."
You obeyed, trailing behind Nolan to the kitchen, where dinner was waiting. Nick was already plating up the food, splitting it evenly. He barely looked at you as you walked to your usual spot - by the wall, under the window.
Gently, you knelt down, hands behind your back, as you leaned over the dog bowl, containing a portion of vegetables, as always.
Dinner went smoothly. Nick and Nolan talked amongst themselves as they ate, ignoring you entirely, talking about work and the cases.
You ate your dinner, carefully, hands free. Once finished, you sat up, hands still behind your back, obedient as ever.
You tuned everything out. You didn't have to think, or speak, just exist quietly in the corner like a good little pet.
Until Nick said your name - pet - and ordered you to crawl to the bedroom.
You did, crawling slowly but purposefully, waiting just inside the door, head still empty.
A few moments later, Nolan arrived, walking straight over to the toy chest, pulling out some rope, a gag, and a vibrator.
He gestured for you to stand up, which you did, directing you to the wooden chair in the corner of the room, stripping you of your skirt in the process.
You sat, arms on the armrests, as Nolan knelt down to tie you to the chair using the rope.
Your arms were secured to the armrests, ankles to the chair legs, your chest secured to the chair back.
You couldn't move an inch. You tested the restraints, at Nolan's request, and found everything was tight. You couldn't move, could barely even struggle.
You were completely trapped.
Nolan was silent as he grabbed the gag, a ball gag that was the right size for your mouth, placing it in your mouth and securing it behind your head.
Now you were definitely trapped.
Nolan leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You look so pretty like this."
You blushed, despite already behind naked and tied to a chair.
Right then, Nick walked through the door, looking appreciatively at you tied in the corner.
Nolan reached behind him, plugged in the vibrator, and set it between your legs, resting right on your clit, securing it to your thigh with another rope.
He turned it on, flicking it to the setting that oscillated between different speeds, then walked away.
The vibrations were intense already, making pleasure course through your veins as the feeling.
You watched as Nick and Nolan undressed, and got into the bed, wondering exactly what was going on.
It soon became obvious, as Nick tied Nolan to the bed, hands and feet to the bedposts, and immediately started fucking him, hard.
You could only watch, and listen to their moans and cries, as the vibrator ceaselessly worked at your clit. The speed kept changing, so you couldn't get used to it, and knew you wouldn't get numb to it at some point. It was completely unpredictable.
You were always sensitive, so it didn't take long for your first orgasm to overtake you, pleasure peaking as you threw your head back, fighting the restraints despite knowing it was no use.
Still, the vibrator didn't stop, it just kept going, making you moan and whine at the overstimulation.
As the vibrator continued, it became obvious Nick was dong the same thing to Nolan. Fucking him to completion before pulling out and fingering his prostate, making Nolan cum again as he thrashed on the bed.
Your second orgasm was just as pleasurable as your first, helped by the sounds Nolan was making on the bed.
You watched as Nick sucked Nolan off, hearing Nolan's pleas for it to stop. He sounded so pretty like that, it was overwhelming.
Your third orgasm was closer to torture than pleasure, being ripped out of you by the force of the vibrator.
You watched as Nick continued to finger Nolan, his eyes looking over to you every so often to check on you.
Your fourth orgasm was actual torture, your clit over sensitive and too stimulated, making you cry, tears streaming down your cheeks and fighting against the ropes.
You completely lost track of Nick and Nolan's activities, unable to focus your eyes properly.
Your fifth orgasm was excruciating, but you didn't fight, just accepted your fate and sat there, letting the painful pleasure wash over you.
You weren't sure how much times passed until you felt a gentle hand on your cheek, opening your eyes to see Nick in front of you, his gentle face smiling.
You'd do anything for him to smile at you like that, you realised.
You hadn't even realised that the vibrator had been turned off, until Nick began to untie you, carrying you to the bed when he was done.
Exhausted, you curled into Nolan, who had also been untied and seemed just as worn out and thoroughly pleasured as yourself.
You didn't notice when Nick left the room, coming back with 3 sports drinks to rehydrate, placing them on the bedside table before climbing in himself.
Nolan moved, letting Nick into the middle, and you and Nolan both curled up to Nick, hands across his chest.
You were exhausted, but in a good way. And there was no better way to spend this Friday night that curled up to Nick and Nolan in bed.
As you drifted off to sleep, you wondered what tomorrow held in store.