Chapter 10: We are the Champions

As soon as they got home, Joyce and Douglas, and Molly Anne and Kris, headed for one of the large bedrooms. As the others rushed for the bed, shedding clothes, Molly Anne stopped at the room’s computer and set up a quick playlist, beginning with:

I’ve paid my dues

Time after time

I’ve done my sentence

But committed no crime

And bad mistakes

I’ve made a few

I’ve had my share of sand kicked in my face

But I’ve come through

We are the champions, my friends

And we’ll keep on fighting ‘til the end

We are the champions

We are the champions

No time for losers
‘Cause we are the champions of the world

I’ve taken my bows

And my curtain calls

You brought me fame and fortune and everything that goes with it

I thank you all

But it’s been no bed of roses

No pleasure cruise

I consider it a challenge before the whole human race

And I ain’t gonna lose

We are the champions, my friends

And we’ll keep on fighting ‘til the end

We are the champions

We are the champions

No time for losers

‘Cause we are the champions of the world

We are the champions, my friends

And we’ll keep on fighting ‘til the end

We are the champions

We are the champions

No time for losers

‘Cause we are the champions

That got the others to stop. The four joined in a reverent chant of “nerds! nerds! nerds!” and laughed wildly. “Yeah, we’re the X-rated version of Revenge of the Nerds.“

Joyce chortled, “We’ve got a great mix of roles, looks, and whatever. It might be limited with four people, but I thoroughly look forward to enjoying everything we can do with each other. That means I want to be fucked by both men and eat their cum out of Molly Anne. I want their cocks in my mouth and my ass. I want to have Molly Anne and I doing each other’s boobs while being fucked. I would be delighted to be next to Douglas sucking Kris, and vice versa.”

Douglas roared with laughter. “It all sounds great, but I have to raise a flag from my military logistical experience: it sounds like you’ve set up requirements for about a gallon of semen. I’m good, but I’m no longer eighteen years old.”

“Oh, well. We do what we can.” Joyce took Molly Anne’s hand. “To the bed, dear.” They positioned themselves at the edge, making possible all sorts of maneuvers. Joyce’s fingers explored her clothing. “I’m going to open just enough for access to all my interesting parts. Feel free to go beyond that.”

Prune juice may be drink of warriors, but prune wrinkle isn’t heroic

Tub sessions are lovely, but they do tend to wind up when people begin to feel wrinkly or cold. We do have the lovely Scandinavian appliance of towel and robe warmers, so some of us well help the first few people out, dry with towels or air blasts, and then into warm robes. Hot drinks afterwards tend to stave off chills, and we have learned a wide range, from coffee and tea, to chocolate, to mulled wine, to hot cider, and many other delights along with little munchies.

We trooped into the informal dining room. “Stay in robes if you like, or there are dressing areas for those who would like to change. I certainly wouldn’t mind seeing some of your club outfits again.

“Our guests should know that while we are poly, we aren’t a hard BDSM lifestyle group. Personally, it’s the fetish side that interests me most, but others in our group cover a wide range of D/s roles. We have experienced subs who are excellent guides for novice doms.

“Unless there’s prior agreement, we don’t do heavy protocol or roleplaying, but again, that’s great for those who want it. Vanessa and I keep evolving what we enjoy. It seems like all of you have at least some mutual interests.

“The two of us are going to spend some time together, but we’ll see you later.”

Our wonderful relationship

“Honey, did I tell you in the last ten minutes how much I love you?”

“No, but feel free. Not that I don’t know it with certainty.”

“We both knew we liked ethical sluts, but I know I want to have an endless supply.”

“Victor, you know, of course, that I like to play with girls, although I’d take men if I had to make a choice. But I’ve been getting turned on by some of the guys that aren’t super-male, like Kris and Douglas. Actually, I want to experiment more in those directions, with some trans or nonbinary people. You like seeing me with women; I’d love seeing you playing with a cock, or maybe some nonbinary person.

“I want to try pegging, Victor, although I don’t want to humiliate with it.”

“Well, I’m certainly open. Remember when I was in the hospital with the urinary tract infection, and the urologist prescribed some pain-relieving suppositories? Sometimes, they just went in like any other medicine, but certain nurses inserted them so that even when I was sick and sore, her finger, or maybe the suppository, felt absolutely wonderful. I never got around to suggesting that to you after I was healthy.”

“Another slut thing that sent you ballistic, Victor, was Sylvette and her sloppy seconds.”

“Oh yes. You knew, and encouraged her to do it. I think that’s my number one kink getting away from regular het. There’s the Crowley occultism with that, but I don’t need to be that exotic.

“Now, am I correct you don’t feel compelled to be male-monogamous?

“Not in the slightest, subject to your agreement for the reverse. I’ve definitely liked seeing you with women. Now, I’ve had men while you and I were in a group, but what I’m hearing is that you have a special kink for having me after I’ve been out with others, or maybe pulled a train.”

“Yeah. It’s part of my blowing away my childhood stuff about women not really being sexual, or wanting men.”

“Well, since you like watching me with women, it certainly seems like I should like the opposite with you. Then, there are all sorts of nonbinary possibilities.:

The newcomers

Back in the main room, Joyce asked the guests, “So tell us, what do you want next? That can include saying that none of these scenes are right for me, and we’ll see you around the campus.”

Douglas

Technically, I’m a submissive, but my most preferred submission is to something greater than a single person. In no way do I consider myself inferior or needing direction, but my preferred role is supportive rather than top leader. After a military career in elite units, I can be decisive.

My emotional desire would be to take the role of champion and bedroom sub to one or more of the ladies. I would want, however, to give to the community as a security officer.

Only through challenge can one reach the highest levels of achievement. Remember the legend of Horatius at the Bridge, who, in ancient terms, did our equivalent of signing a check to the cause, made out for “up to or including my life.”

For how can man die better

Than facing fearful odds

For the ashes of his fathers

And the temples of his gods?

Not expecting it, Horatius survived, cheered by friend and foe.

It may well be, Lady Joyce, that my cause is to make polyamory a totally acceptable path, good for many although I accept some should be monogamous.

Please note how I addressed you. I did not use “Mistress” in the BDSM sense. I’m still searching for the right term, but this is closer to accepting a divine right of leadership.