Chapter 16

The living room was filled with a charged silence as Doug leaned back on the couch, his muscular frame taking up most of the space. Jim sat on the coffee table, his eyes locked onto Doug’s, a mix of anxiety and anticipation coursing through his veins. Kris, sitting next to Doug, observed the two men with a guarded but curious expression.

Doug began, his voice a deep, resonant baritone that commanded attention. “Alright, here’s the deal for the remainder of November. My apartment needs some work done, so I’ll be moving in with you two.” He paused, letting the words sink in. Jim nodded slowly, his eyes not straying from Doug’s intense gaze.

“I’ll be taking the master bedroom,” Doug continued, “and Kris will be sleeping with me at least four nights a week. You, Jim, will either be in the guest bedroom or chained at the end of the bed.” Doug’s words were firm, leaving no room for disagreement. Jim felt a shiver run down his spine, a strange mix of fear and excitement.

“Your role, Jim, will be the fluffer and cleanup cuckold for the rest of the month,” Doug said, his eyes unflinching. “If you prove yourself to be a good submissive, for Thanksgiving, you’ll get your piercings checked. If they’re healed, you’ll get to have sex for the first time since August.”