Hello friends. This is the
last part
of a three part story.
The story: Dane identifies as straight, but has dissociative identity disorder, with his alter, Edan, forcing him into servicing men for its amusement.
In this episode, Dane is being paid two thousand pounds to act as a sex slave for Malcolm and his friends for the night. Malcolm has just had Dane service his friends orally, and is preparing to fuck his virgin arse. All for his own good, of course.
Tags: #reluctance, #dominance and submission, #first time
Shout out to Holliday1960 for beta reading and feedback.
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As Malcolm hauled me to my feet, the taste of cum in my mouth, my hands bound behind my back, and five horny men lining up to use my virgin arsehole, I wanted to curse Edan for selling me to Malcolm for the night.
But... I wasn't angry. I was afraid. Well—nervous, more than anything. But also excited. While I'd sucked off Malcolm's friends, he'd kept me on the edge of orgasm, refusing to let me cum a second time. I knew why. The first time I'd cum, he'd timed it with a man cumming in my mouth, letting me know if I did well, I'd earn my own pleasure.
And now, I didn't doubt he'd only let me cum again while I was being fucked in the arse.
Edan was relentlessly enthusiastic about the idea.
'This is going to be amazing!'
he hissed, his consciousness riding shotgun for my own.
'How would you know??'
I asked.
'You've never done this before!'
If he'd had a body of his own, he'd have been jumping up and down like a kid about to open his presents on Christmas day.
'Dane, you might have spent your life being terrified of having a cock in your arse, but I've spent
my
life, waiting for someone to take me long and hard. And lucky you. You get to have that too!'
Lucky me.
But his excitement was catching. I mean, we shared a body, so his heart rate going up, was my heart rate going up. His nipples hardening were my nipples turning into hard little points. My nipples hadn't played much part in my sex life until now, but I got the feeling from how sensitive they were when Edan had control, that I'd missed out on quite a bit of sensation that would have been available to me, if I'd been awake when he was messing around with guys.
Malcolm put his hands on my shoulders as I stood there, and I shuddered under his touch.
"Dane. Are you still with us?"
I nodded.
"Make words, please."
"Yes, I'm here."
"Good boy." He stroked his hands down my arms. "I'm going to borrow Edan for a short while to get you ready."
Edan shivered, his breathing speeding up as he came into my body.
'Night night, Dane. See you soon.'
He put me far away, my mind trapped behind a film of gauze I couldn't push through. Where I was, it was dark, but on the other side of the gauze, voices were muted to a mumble of sound.
Hands touched my body, stroking my arms, my chest, my arse, wrapped around my cock and cupped my balls.
But while I had a shape, and the shape was still me, Edan possessed every inch of it.
The sensations that reached me were distant, had no direct source.
But I could sense him smirking, flirting, fawning under the attention, soaking it all up. The adrenaline it gave him boosted through me in a flood of endorphins, and soon I was stoned on sensation, the same as he was.
When Malcolm undid my hands and pushed me onto the couch, directing me onto my hands and knees, my body was numb to the cool of the leather. Still blind, the next vague sensation was pubic hair pressed against my forehead, as someone gripped my hair and pulled my face down into their lap.
Edan started licking, doing his best to get the spongy head of the man's penis into his mouth so that he could suck it, but his cheek was forced against the man's thigh, his face turned to the side so that he couldn't distract himself.
And he was nervous now. We both were.
The man controlling my head spoke, but it was rumble of sound that held no sense.
My arse now in the air, with someone I couldn't see behind me, I felt a tongue slide between my arse cheeks.
Edan shuddered. I shuddered. Held in place in another man's lap, we melted into the sensation of a hot tongue gliding across our skin.
'I thought you were putting me under,'
I said to Edan.
'He's already stretched you out. I'm going to let you up now, but slowly. Don't fuck this up for me!'
The tongue slid down between my cheeks, and washed a wet line along the underside of my sac, forcing all the air out of my lungs in one explosive breath. I'd never felt anything that good before.
The tongue slid back to my hole and pushed spit against the centre, and I twitched against it, wanting a hot, wet penetration, and wanting it now.
The tongue pushed inside, teasing and wetting. And then whoever was rimming me moved away, and someone—who had to now be Malcolm—moved onto the couch behind me.
"Edan?"
I tried to shake my head, but the guy gripping me was holding me too tightly. I wet the inside of my mouth, and rasped, "Dane."
Malcolm placed one hand on my arse, and his fingers, wet with lube, slid inside me. I tensed around them, but he held still until I relaxed, and started to finger me again.
I guessed, even though he'd loosened up Edan, my fear of what was about to happen was making me tense.
"What do you need, Dane?" Malcolm asked.
I blinked, surprised. What did I need?
His fingers kept sliding in and out of me, two, with a third teasing my entrance, and I was growing more and more desperate to have more of him inside me.
"Deeper," I said.
I could hardly believe I was asking a man to push his fingers deeper into my arse, but I knew
Edan knew
if he did...
"Aaah, fhuuuuck."
Malcolm found it, the place inside me that made me quiver and shudder under him.
The man holding my head against his thigh transferred his grip from one hand to the other, and placed a hand against my neck, stroking with his thumb.
"You ready for me inside you?" Malcolm asked.
