Author's note:
"After the End" Part 1
is an original erotic novel set in a dystopian future about one hundred years from now. It is a fantasy about the progression of a romantic relationship, with a focus on fully-developed characters, emotional connection, and sizzling sex. Part 1 consists of chapters 1-7.
Part 2
begins with chapter 8 and explores the addition of a new sexual partner to the central relationship between Avery and Julian. I can't make any promises about timing, but I will release chapters as they are completed. Part 2 is planned to total five chapters.
Feel free to drop in on specific chapters or sections based on your mood or interest, but the dramatic tension is strongest if you start from the beginning of Part 1. As always, I appreciate hearing your reactions and feedback. It truly does help me create the best stories that I can for readers to enjoy.
Tags for this chapter include: #bisexual male, #threesome, #dystopia, #novel, #romantic, #teasing, #tickling, #denial, #bound, #male submissive
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Julian:
"Here are the rules for tonight," I announced to Avery and Vik, who were sitting in comfortable proximity on the bed in front of me. We were gathered for our third session in the quarters Avery and I shared. Inspired by his visit to Vik's home last week, Avery had acquired a pair of beeswax candles that flickered softly on the nightstand and gave off a faint honey-sweet aroma. Like him, I rarely took thought to the aesthetics of our living space, but I had to agree that the natural orange glow lent a more intimate atmosphere than our LED lamp normally did.
"I will position Avery in front of me," I said, "and he will position Vik in front of him, exactly the same way. Avery will then mirror all my actions: whatever he feels me do to him, he will do to Vik."
I gave them a moment to work through the implications of this scenario. We'd already reviewed limits (none offered), who was running the session (me), consent (provided by all), and safe words. Avery seemed noticeably less nervous this time, which victory I attributed to the night I'd arranged for him to spend alone with Vik. There was still a charged quality to his posture and rapid glances, but I read it as excitement rather than anxiety.
"Avery is allowed one orgasm, to use whenever he chooses," I added. "Vik, as usual, will go without."
I paused again to watch Vik's deep-set eyes and rounded cheekbones for that delectable mix of relief and dread I'd come to expect when denial was imposed on him. He didn't disappoint. Interestingly, this time he also glanced at Avery to share what I guessed was a private memory -- something both sweet and spicy.
I'd told Avery after he went to Vik's that as much as I'd love a recording of the entire encounter, I wouldn't ever require him to divulge details. I didn't want him worrying I'd intrude on his experience every time I requested control. From the broad outlines he'd chosen to give me, I could imagine what he and Vik were remembering.
"Ready?" I checked. When they confirmed, I got up and stood in the center of the room, below the foot of the bed. "Here," I instructed, motioning for Avery to join me.
From his widened eyelashes and slight hesitation, he clearly hadn't expected our activities to move beyond the bed. I'd been counting on that. Throwing him off balance from the very beginning of a sex game was one of my favorite high-reward strategies. I could see him recalculating and anticipation escalating as he joined me. I guided him to stand in front of me, facing the bed.
I left my hands on his hips, where his snug slate-grey t-shirt met lightweight lounge pants that clung enticingly to the lovely, firm shape of his ass. "Now you mirror Vik in front of you, the way you are in front of me."
Vik dutifully moved to stand by the bed frame, this evening having chosen an emerald button-down shirt with well-fitting jeans. I didn't think I even owned dress shirts anymore. Avery and I favored durable cotton for working and supple hemp at home. He wore nicer shirts occasionally when going out with his friends, but Vik seemed to dress to impress any time he wasn't in scrubs.
I stroked one flat palm down Avery's spine -- a test gesture. I watched while he repeated the same gesture on Vik's back in front of him.
"Good," I told him.
I brushed shower-damp hair from the nape of Avery's neck and leaned in to kiss him there. When he moved forward to transfer the kiss to Vik's neck, I followed, keeping my lips attached. I lingered at his caramel skin for a minute, enjoying as always the subtle melt of his flesh against mine. And in this case, as a bonus, I knew I was indirectly providing the exact same stimulation to Vik.
After a few minutes of gentle pleasure, I removed my mouth and slid my hands beneath the hem of Avery's shirt until I reached skin. A quiet gasp escaped as my fingers made contact. He'd always responded strongly to being touched under his clothing, as least as much as when I stripped him naked. In accordance with the rules, he slid his own hands beneath Vik's dress shirt and undershirt.
"I've put you in an interesting position here, I think," I said over Avery's shoulder in the seductive tone I used to stir him up. My fingers glided slowly from waistband to waist and back. "I know how much you like to tease Vik. But anything you want him to feel, you'll have to feel first. So I'm not sure which you're going to be rooting for -- more gratification, or more provocation."
That earned the first muted groan, which quickly traveled my nervous system to settle in my cock.
I decided to start with provocation. I curved my fingers at his flanks, lightened the pressure, and made a deliberately ticklish pass.
Laughter spilled out along with my name in what sounded more like reflex than protest. I watched as Avery's fingers did the same thing to Vik's even more ticklish sides. Vik let out a startled laugh and jerked minutely, though he was too disciplined to go anywhere without permission. He even clasped his arms out of the way in front of himself, so as not to hinder Avery's access.
"That's what I call entertainment," I said, greatly amused. I lightly tickled Avery a little more and, via him, Vik at the same time. With his hands on the man in front of him, Avery was forced to leave his own sides unprotected. Hence the genius of this setup.
"What do you think?" I tantalized him. "More?"
His stance shifted while he seemed to struggle between what he wanted to do to Vik and what he was willing to endure himself. "I don't know..."
"Well it's not up to you, is it," I told him, smoky and inexorable.
Under his clothes, I crawled my fingertips across his sides like some long-legged insect, and he giggled while he transferred the sensation to Vik, who laughed in turn and twitched in place.
I chuckled quietly. I could probably occupy myself with that for hours, but small doses keep the effect freshest. Besides, I had other plans for tonight.
I grasped the hem of Avery's t-shirt. "Arms up," I directed him.
He complied, letting go of Vik to lift both arms over his head. A thrill hit my groin as it always did when vulnerable flesh was surrendered to me. I peeled his shirt slowly up his body, but just at the awkward point when it was tangled around his head and biceps, I let go and snuck both hands in to jab his exposed armpits.
He squeaked and tried to twist away from my prodding, but with his clothing trapping his arms, it took some effort.
"That's not fair," he huffed, flustered and smiling, when he'd finally disentangled himself and thrown his shirt on the bed. His thick, shiny black curls were adorably mussed.
"It's completely fair," I replied. "Especially since now it's your turn."
Vik, still obediently facing away from both of us, could hear but not see what had happened. So when his own shirts were pulled over his head and his own stretched armpits invaded, it was just as much of a surprise. Unlike Avery, he chose to submit instead of fight, so Avery got to take advantage of his raised arms for longer, while Vik just squirmed and laughed helplessly.
