Chapter 3

“Is it okay with you if Mason fucks me?” I asked, enunciating the question clearly and precisely. It was a simple one, but I didn’t want to have to repeat it. Anna looked mildly surprised. Her long, lank hair, still damp from the shower, did absolutely nothing to detract from her radiant perfection. Rather, it seemed to accentuate the widening of her large, clear eyes.

“Can I watch?” She didn’t address me; she was looking at Mason. And I felt humiliated. It was odd that, of all that had transpired that night, this was what I found humiliating.

“Absolutely!” He grinned at her. “In fact, I insist.” In an exaggerated gesture of gallantry, he made a little bow and waived he toward the easy chair across from the bed. “Won’t you please be seated?”

‘Oh, that’s how it is,’ I thought to myself, ‘this is a special performance.’ And I realized that my deflowering was part of Mason’s plan to debase me in Anna’s eyes, furthering his case to breed with her in my stead. And with that realization, my humiliation was complete, even as it morphed into insane lust. God, how I wanted it! I needed to be bred by this man. Was that only because I wanted to create the suggestion that he should breed her too, or was it also because the idea of the ultimate male submission, being penetrated by another man, was so excitingly humiliating?

“Jack, up on the bed,” he commanded. It sound rather like a dog’s command. “Keel, right here.” He positioned me close to the end of the bed. “Head down. That’s it,” he said as my ass went up.

I turned my head, my cheek to the bed, so I could watch Anna as she watched me. She looked comfortably relaxed with her feet up on the chair, her arms around her legs with her chin on her knees.

“Let’s get a little lube first,” Mason was saying as if narrating a documentary. He reached under me, squeezed my turgid cock, collected the resulting precum, and rubbed it gently on my anxious hole. “And, a little more,” he said, squeezing me cock again. “No use letting it go to waste.” This time, even more precum oozed from my cock, enough for Mason to apply to his cock and into my tight orifice that opened under his ministrations to let a finger, then two, inside. It was amazing to feel my sphincter stretch, and so was the motion of his fingers sliding through that sensitive ring. I couldn’t wait to find out how his cock would feel.

I didn’t have to. I felt Mason remove his fingers and replace them with something much more soft and blunt at my entrance. Soft and yet unyielding, it demanded admittance to my inner chamber, pushing firmly until it just popped through my defenses, filling the space inside, reshaping my rectal walls to fit it like a glove. Waves of delight coursed through my balls, to my cock, and up my spine, piercing my brain with pleasure. I watched Anna spread her knees; her jaw dropped at the sight of me impaled. Her legs spread wider and she touched herself there between her thighs, the place where someday Mason’s babies would be born. That’s what I was thinking of as his cock began pushing again, wanting to go deeper, wanting to breed me too - erect cocks only know one thing.

The pleasure dimmed as Mason’s tool plumbed my depths, reaching another resistance point. It hurt! I closed my eyes and tried to relax, I think I groaned. Then, suddenly, the pain was gone and I felt Mason’s hips pressing against my ass. He was all the way in! It felt so full back there! I opened my eyes again and sighed. I guess I had been holding my breath. I saw Anna staring intently, rubbing her pussy with deep concentration.

After a few moments’ rest, Mason started to fuck me. I felt the scintillating friction in my anal opening as he withdrew inches and inches of his hardness. I felt the odd sensation of emptiness in my depths as the occupying force withdrew. And then, in reverse, the friction again and the stretching fullness returned. One beautifully executed cycle, so fulfilling, followed by another. And another. Gathering speed, his motion settled into rocking rhythm, the rhythm of sex, the rhythm of mating, of rutting, the animal motion of male gratification. This was different from sucking his cock. I had been the actor then, in control; this was totally passive.

I sensed the joy of abandon in Mason, the indulgent satisfaction of pure penile pleasure with the anticipation of orgasmic release. I watched Anna watching Mason use me. Her hand was a blur between her legs, her brows were knit and her mouth was open. God, she looked beautiful!

I felt the pounding of the piston pumping me. I listened to the grunts of my mate, I heard the moaning of my wife. I was silent, still and passive. It wasn’t about me; it was for Mason. And I loved it. Being used. Being Mason’s puppet, his sex toy. It was a privilege to be a receptacle, a cock sleeve, for him. I needed to be useful to him in that way. I watched Anna fingering herself. Did she see it too? Mason had made love to her; he had pleasured her, not just himself. This was different. I was being used solely for Mason’s gratification; I was an appliance, nothing more. It was deeply satisfying.

I closed my eyes and surrendered to the bliss of the rhythm of the pounding of my bowels. I felt the rhythmic slapping of his balls against mine. I felt his controlling presence behind me, above me. I heard the squish-squish sound of assfucking in sync with the cyclic pulsing in my guts. I felt the steady bobbing of my throbbing cock as he rocked me. He was relentless, his rhythm perfect, an athletic, balletic performance of untiring virility. I was floating... ‘Don’t stop. Let him keep doing this forever, never stopping ... Let me die like this’, I thought. Fucked into oblivion...

But then Anna’s quiet moaning suddenly rose an octave and by a several decibels, breaking my reverie. I opened my eyes to see her convulsing in orgasm. Her eyes were closed. Both feet had come off the chair; her legs had straightened out in front of her and were flailing wildly as she tried to stifle a scream of ecstasy. Her radiant beauty and the pure joy of sexual release as she thrashed about astounded me, aroused me to new heights, and pushed me over the edge. I felt my cock convulse. I felt my ass contract too, pulsing with my cock as it spewed repeated spurts of cum, driven out by Mason’s masterful strokes.

Anna opened her eyes in time to see me cumming - cumming without touching my cock, brought to orgasm by Mason’s fucking. ‘How unmanly!’ I thought, nevertheless proud of the accomplishment. She watched as I came and came, while Mason, the man, the male actor in this fuck-scene, kept up his powerful rhythm, continuing to work my ass even as it convulsed around his cock, a display of virile power and stamina.

I felt my balls empty and my cock soften and shrink, and still he fucked me. I heard his heavy breathing as his massive member continued to pump in and out of my eager fuck-hole. I felt the heat of his body radiating down on me; he was dripping sweat onto me, baptizing me into union with his cock. I closed my eyes again and luxuriated in the warmth of my emasculation, unmanned by a real man, reduced to a limp-dicked vessel. My pleasure was unabated, though, just altered. No longer building to a climax, I nevertheless felt fully aroused, alive to the new sensation of being anally fucked.

My attention shifted from the pleasure in my butt-hole to the man delivering it. Another wave of gratitude and admiration came over me. My passivity, as blissful as it was, seemed selfish all of a sudden. What was He feeling, I wondered, as his manly effort continued, never ceasing to thrill my butt-hole. I only hoped my ass was giving as much pleasure as it was receiving. I started to move a little, bucking back against his thrusts. ‘Let him know how much I love his cock in me,’ I said to myself. I tried squeezing my sphincter in time with his thrusts to increase the pull of my pussy on his out-strokes. This elicited a grunted “Yeah!” from him and an increase in the speed of his thrusting. It was music to my ears.

As they sped up, his thrusts became more violent and erratic. That shifted me to a new level of excitement, both from the intensity of the anal stimulation and from my growing anticipation of his impending orgasm. And when it came, when He came, it was with a mighty groan and a mighty thrust and I might have almost passed out from the sheer bliss of feeling his cock expand as it fired volley after volley of sperm into the depths of me.

When all the shooting was over, and the proverbial smoke had cleared, Mason leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You liked that, didn’t you, Jack?” His cock was still inside me. I squeezed my muscle again in response, and to milk his cock of any residual cum. That helped eject Mason’s softening missile.

“Mmm, yes. Thank you,” I murmured, still aglow, aware of Mason’s cum inside me.

“For what, Jack?” Mason prompted in a louder voice. I knew what he wanted.

“Thank you for fucking me, sir,” I answered loud enough for Anna to hear.

“You’re welcome, Jack. Next time, though, I want you smooth. Lose the hair, okay?”

“Hair? Oh, okay, yes, sure...” So, there was going to be a next time, I thought, relieved. I had been a little afraid that this was going to be a one-time thing. I wanted this experience again. I wanted it to be a regular part of my life.

“Anal sex is kind of dirty, Jack. Do you want to clean my cock for me?” Mason proposed.

“Yes, please,” I replied meekly, knowing exactly why he had made it sound like my desire instead of just telling me to do it.

The silence as we drove home that night was uncomfortably pregnant. There was so much that needed airing, but neither of us seemed to know where to begin. I forayed into light banter. “So, not such a bad guy after all, is he?”

“Ha, ha,” she fake-laughed, and then more seriously, said, “No, you were right about him...” She sounded a little embarrassed. A glance confirmed that she was blushing.

“I think you like him,” I said, trying to keep it light.

“Well...,” she replied slowly, “he’s not exactly marriage material, so you don’t need to worry about that.” Keeping it light wasn’t going to be easy, like trying to float a lead balloon.