Trust
Jack was unsure of what to expect when he met up with Dewey and his husband, who was apparently a doctor. Dewey had been elusive about the details of their meeting, only teasing that it would be an experience worth remembering. Jack had first met Dewey at a local dive bar during a dark period in his life, between breaking up with Justin and hooking up with Alex.
Back then, Dewey worked as a bartender and Jack found himself frequenting the bar often to escape from his troubles and hide from the world. However, once he laid eyes on Dewey's skinny frame, curly brown hair and adorable smile (despite his less-than-perfect teeth), Jack couldn't resist pursuing him. After some initial hesitation, Dewey caved in to Jack's advances and they explored various kinks together.
Their casual hookups continued until Jack became fully consumed by his relationship with Alex and pushed everyone else out of his life. Despite occasional attempts from Dewey to reach out to him, Jack never responded. Little did he know that Dewey had moved on and started dating a strange medical student named Jonah, who shared his interest in alternative medicine and incorporated it into their sex life. Within a year, they were married and Dewey fully embraced his submissive side under Jonah's control.
As Jack stood outside Dewey and Jonah's home, memories of their past sexual encounters flooded his mind and filled him with excitement as he rang the doorbell. The chilly night air did little to dampen his anticipation. When Dewey answered the door dressed nearly head-to-toe in a skin-tight latex bodysuit. Dewey’s face looked as if no time had passed since their last encounter ten years ago. His mischievous but alluring smile welcomed Jack inside as he exclaimed "Jack fucking Holden, it's been too long!"
"Yes, it has been," Jack replied as he entered the spacious foyer. "You weren't kidding about wanting some fun with your husband."
Jack looked Dewey up and down, his latex suit fitting him like a second skin. The material even had a sheath for his nine inch cock and an opening for easy access to his asshole. "Ah, this? Yeah, Jonah likes me to wear this at home. He had it custom-made for me to be able to wear for long periods of time," Dewey explained.
The suit had strategic areas of thin mesh to allow his body to breathe, though it was hard to notice amidst all the latex. "Come on, let's catch up before Jonah joins us," Dewey said, leading Jack into a modern sitting room off the foyer.
"I need to get one of these made for Harrison. He would look so fucking hot in it," Jack commented, admiring the home’s sleek and minimal decor that reflected the owners' personalities.
“If I remember correctly, you prefer brown liquors, right? What are you feeling in the mood for?”
“Absolutely. Whatever you’re having is fine.”
“You’re still so submissive. All the money and power hasn’t changed that about you,” Dewey said with a smirk. “But it’s good to see that some things haven’t changed.” He handed Jack a glass of rye and they clinked glasses before taking a sip. They settled onto a sleek sofa next to each other. “Speaking of not changing, you still look amazing. Probably even sexier than when I met you.”
“Thanks, you look pretty amazing too. Your adorable smile still makes me tingle.”
“Hopefully tonight we can do more than just make you tingle,” Dewey whispered into Jack’s ear as he leaned in for a kiss. “I know you’ve probably tried everything by now, but maybe we can push your boundaries a little bit tonight.” He continued to whisper seductively while sliding his tongue into Jack’s ear.
“I’ve definitely done and continue to do a lot of things, but I’m sure there are still some kinks I have yet to explore,” Jack replied coyly.
"Well then, I hope you're in the mood for something wild. Jonah is sexy as fuck and, well, a little twisted. It’s perfectly ok if you just want me to fuck you and get on your way too. I know it is kinda late, but we’re night owls around here.”
"I'm up for whatever you have planned." Jack turned to Dewey and their lips met in a passionate kiss. As they made out, Dewey began to undress Jack. The feel of Dewey's body covered in latex was mesmerizing to Jack.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Dewey purred as he unbuttoned Jack's shirt and removed his sweater. "Ah, Jack. You always wear too many layers."
"Yeah, sorry." Jack groaned as he helped Dewey remove his clothes.
As Jack slid off his pants, Dewey smiled and reached down with his latex-covered hand to stroke Jack's small but hard member. He rubbed his thumb over the head, gathering up some precum and feeding it to Jack. Remembering Jack's fetish for hands, Dewey let him suck on his fingers before going down on him. He took Jack into his mouth and expertly sucked and licked at his cock while also sliding his fingers inside of Jack's hole. Just as Jack was about to reach climax, Dewey pulled away.
"We're not quite ready for that yet."
"I had a feeling you were going to do that." Jack said with a slight gasp. "This body suit... god damn. It's so sexy. I've never seen or felt anything like it before."
Dewey ran his hands over his nipples, revealing they were pierced. Jack was surprised and looked down to see that Dewey's cock was pierced as well. "How did I miss that?" Jack said, running a hand over the piercings in amazement. "What else is there?"
"You'll see more later," Dewey replied with a sly grin. "But for now, run your hand along my back from shoulder to shoulder."
Jack did as he was told and felt an intricate design embossed into the latex suit. "This isn't just the suit, is it?"
"Nope," Dewey confirmed. "Jonah has some unique artistic skills. You'll see."
As Jack stood up, Dewey helped him out of the rest of his clothes. "You look really good, Jack," he whispered, trailing a finger down Jack's chest. "I think you and Jonah will hit it off." He stood up and pulled Jack close. "He's got something special planned for you."
***
Three months had passed since Calista found Alex in that doorway, destitute and in a terrible state. He was battered, filthy, and dangerously thin. Calista felt a sense of empathy towards him, having been homeless herself. She couldn't just leave him there. So, she brought him home and took on the task of helping him.
Despite what he had done to her, Calista didn't believe that Alex was truly a horrible person deep down. She saw his circumstances as the root cause of his actions. Determined to reform him and turn him into a better person, she made him a part of her life and promised to provide him with food, clothing, and shelter as long as he followed her rules. Surprisingly, he agreed. Not only did Calista help Alex improve himself, but she also trained him to be obedient and used him for her own sexual pleasures. Over time, they formed a bond and became friends.
Justin and Blaze were vehemently against Calista's actions towards Alex. They didn't trust him at all, and Justin especially believed that people like Alex never change their ways. Despite Calista's assurances that her methods were working, Justin remained skeptical while Blaze at least accepted the possibility that she could be right.
On the other hand, Jack still saw potential in Alex and was glad to see that he was responding positively to Calista's help. Jack blamed himself for not trying harder to push Alex to become a better person instead of enabling his bad behavior. He looked forward to seeing the new version of Alex.
Now, Alex was completely transformed. The kind boy who loved creating art and staying out of trouble was back. He did everything possible to please Calista and Kwang without any expectations in return. He became nothing more than a plaything for Calista's pleasure, but surprisingly, he enjoyed it. She treated him well and in return, he fulfilled her every desire. Occasionally, he would also do the same for Kwang and a few other friends.
Calista had turned Alex into a submissive fucktoy, and he was perfectly content with his new role. He found pleasure in the things she made him do and took pride in serving her. She provided him with his own apartment, ample food and drinks, decent clothes (although he rarely wore them), and even some luxuries like a TV, stereo, and workout equipment. He hadn't left the seventh floor of the building since moving in. The only thing Alex wished for, besides continuing to serve Calista, was to be able to create art once again.
***
There was a time when Alex wasn't a terrible person. He had a good upbringing, with loving parents and two younger sisters, in a modest suburb near Milwaukee. He was an exceptional student, with a passion and talent for art that promised a bright future. Alex came to terms with his sexuality at a young age and his family accepted him for who he was. Although his father may not have been completely enthusiastic about it, he never rejected his son because of it.
But everything changed when he turned 16.
The decline began when he met a 23-year-old "bad boy" named Cain at a concert. Under Cain's influence, Alex began to get into trouble and frequently took the blame for Cain's actions. Despite knowing that Cain was using and manipulating him, Alex couldn't resist the attention and sexual advances from this man he was completely infatuated with.
Before meeting Cain, Alex occasionally smoked pot but under Cain's influence, he started experimenting with harder drugs like coke, meth, and eventually heroin. This sent Alex into a rapid nosedive that not only destroyed his relationship with his family but also led him to resent them for not accepting him when in reality they had always been supportive - a myth Cain planted in Alex’s head to further manipulate him. Despite their attempts to help him, Alex was completely under Cain's control and continued down this destructive path.
Eventually, Alex left home and tried to go to Cain for support. However, by then Cain had grown bored of Alex and no longer wanted him around. After using Alex for a few days, he kicked him out with nowhere else to go. One of Cain's friends suggested Alex try working for a local dealer since he now had nowhere else to turn.
The downward spiral was fast from this point on. During his first year on his own, he lived in a dilapidated room at a drug den with several other boys. It was a brutal existence for the overly compliant Alex, as he was constantly taken advantage of and exploited. Addicted to drugs, he became an easy target for theft and violence, eventually getting kicked out of the house. He had to fight to survive on the streets. In a brief moment of clarity, he realized he had made a grave mistake and even considered going back home, but couldn't bring himself to do it.
Anger became Alex's primary emotion. He turned into a tough and hardened teenager who used aggression and force to get by. He took what he wanted and harmed anyone who stood in his way. Constantly on the move, he relied on couch-surfing, prostitution, and drug-dealing to survive, spending most of his time homeless. Eventually, he managed to break free from his addiction to meth and heroin, but during this period of withdrawal, he attempted suicide twice.
His first attempt failed when he tried to slit his wrists in the basement of an abandoned building where he was staying. As luck would have it, someone saw him and called 911 before everyone scattered as the ambulance arrived. He was barely saved and taken to a hospital before being sent to a homeless shelter, only to be kicked out within days due to fights.
For his second attempt, he tried jumping off an overpass onto the highway but hesitated slightly and landed on top of a truck instead of in front of it. Despite some minor injuries, he walked away.
Meeting Jack was the biggest stroke of luck for Alex in years, and he took full advantage of it. Jack's own vulnerabilities left him susceptible to a boy like Alex who overstayed his welcome long before being finally ousted.
Returning to the streets for a second time was even more brutal than his first experience. Being taken care of by Jack had made him soft, and he was nowhere near the skilled hustler he used to be. The beating from Justin and Blaze only added to his difficulties as he struggled to defend himself. It didn't take long for him to get robbed again, losing his nice clothes and shoes in the process.
After a few weeks of trying to regain his former status, Alex gave up. He knew the streets of Milwaukee weren't that bad, but he was no longer a powerful figure. Those he had once victimized now had their chance at revenge. He could only try to survive day by day. Eventually, he realized he needed to leave.
Without a plan, Alex found himself in Chicago where he met another hustler. Though they became friends, it wasn't the successful partnership Alex had hoped for. Instead, the hustler offered him a job: deliver a package (most likely drugs) from Chicago to New York. Desperate to make money and reclaim his old lifestyle, Alex accepted the job and took a bus to New York with the package in tow.
But when he arrived at the destination to deliver the package, it turned out to be a setup. The sender had used Alex as a pawn to deliver a box filled with blank paper. The box was supposed to contain the money owed to the person he delivered the box to. Completely unaware of what he had been lured into, Alex was beaten severely and left for dead.
When he woke up in a hospital bed, he found police officers standing guard outside his room. His body was battered and bruised, and he felt like he had been hit by a truck. Terrified of what would happen if the police caught him, but unable to escape due to his injuries, Alex told them everything he knew about the situation and wrote it all down as requested. Thankfully, they assured him he wasn't in trouble. Once they left, Alex pulled out his IVs and escaped from the hospital, determined to leave this dangerous lifestyle behind.
Surviving as a homeless person in New York was a constant struggle for Alex. His health had deteriorated, and he could no longer hustle like he used to. He was no longer the tough guy he once was; instead, he was a mess. Though he tried to make money through hustling, his worn-down appearance was less appealing to potential customers. Most days, Alex resorted to eating from dumpsters and begging for spare change on the streets. He felt completely isolated and alone, and one night, he broke down in tears as he reflected on all the terrible things he had done and how badly he had treated others.
Feeling guilty and overwhelmed by regret, Alex gave up on trying to improve his life. He believed that this was what he deserved - to rot and die on the streets or get killed by another lowlife. In a moment of clarity, Alex reflected on his past self as a good and obedient kid, before his mistakes and arrogance ruined all the opportunities for a better life that had come his way - not once, but twice.
He resigned himself to living in a small encampment in an abandoned subway station in downtown Manhattan, where he kept to himself and managed to survive for a while. But one fateful night, while staying at an empty lot where other homeless people were waiting for donations of clothes and food, Alex was violently attacked by some greedy individuals who took most of what little he had left. Despite being beaten again upon returning to his encampment, Alex refused to give up and continued wandering until finding shelter in a doorway.
Little did he know, luck would be on his side when Calista and Kwang stumbled upon him the next day.
***
Alex's tongue slid up the length of Calista's slender, firm cock, tracing a path to the tip where he licked up the precum that dripped from it. He then focused on the head, slowly licking at her piss slit with his skilled tongue. His hands, rough but surprisingly gentle, stroked her member as he took her cock into his mouth and lowered himself until he had swallowed every inch of it. He sucked and slurped, fully enjoying his new role as Calista's submissive.
Calista moaned and panted, resting on her elbows with her head thrown back in pleasure. This was all part of Alex's new life, and he was more than fine with it - for the most part. Once her member was sufficiently wet with Alex's saliva, Calista was ready for him to take it for a ride. She handed him a bottle of lube which he used to coat both his ass and her cock. Then, he positioned himself above her hard shaft and slowly lowered himself down until he was completely enveloped by her still tight ass. Despite regular use by Calista and Kwang, Alex's ass remained as tight as ever.
As Alex began to slide up and down on Calista's cock, she leaned up to kiss him deeply. She wanted every inch of herself deep inside him, and she could feel her own pleasure building as they moved together. Before meeting Calista, Alex had never been a bottom - but now she had changed that entirely. And in this moment, Calista was in full Dominatrix mode; dressed in tall leather boots and a harness over her chest, with another strap-on nearby just waiting to be used on Alex. Even after almost three months, Calista still couldn’t believe that at one time Alex was a strung out drug runner, serial abuser and rapist and now she was fucking him, using him, owning him. He was an obedient submissive, bending to her every need and want.
Alex nervously asked, "Am I doing alright, Mistress?"
"You are being such a good boy, just like always," Calista replied sweetly. "Now, it's time for you to kneel and show me how much you enjoy cock."
"Anything you desire, Mistress," Alex said as he climbed off of Calista and dropped down to his knees. Calista stepped away briefly to put on her strap-on harness, then walked towards Alex with a confident stride.
She stood in front of him and pushed the dildo into his face. It was a sizable toy, about 9 inches long and thick enough to satisfy Calista's needs. She knew that Alex could handle it, having trained him to take larger and larger toys in both his mouth and ass. With eager anticipation, Alex began licking and sucking on the head before gradually taking more of it into his mouth. Calista stroked his hair and purred in approval.
"Alright, my Bratman, I need you to bend over and grab your ankles," Calista said with a giggle at the nickname she had given Alex.
Following her orders, Alex stood up and bent over, gripping his ankles tightly. It wasn't the most comfortable position for him, but he knew he had to hold still or else risk punishment from his Mistress. Calista knelt behind him, spreading his cheeks apart and delving her skilled tongue into his perfect ass. This was one of Calista's specialties - giving mind-blowing anal pleasure - and Alex couldn't help but moan in delight.
As Calista continued her oral assault on his ass, Kwang, who had been watching the whole scene, moved in closer. He carefully positioned himself between Alex's legs and began sucking on his cock. Kwang had become quite skilled at this task and eagerly took all nine and a half inches of Alex's impressive member into his throat. Alex struggled to remain standing and composed with all of this stimulation. He tried his best not to cum without permission or do anything that would earn him punishment.
"I know this position can be challenging, my brat, so you can hold onto Kwang for support," Calista said understandingly. Grateful for the extra stability, Alex gripped onto Kwang's shoulders as she and Kwang continued to orally please him.
Calista slicked up her strap-on and slid it into Alex's tight hole, eliciting a groan from him that quickly turned into a satisfied hum. She wasted no time in establishing a steady rhythm, dominating Alex completely with her thrusts. This had become a daily routine for them; Calista and Kwang both took turns pounding Alex's ass. Calista was always impressed by how well he handled her deep and vigorous penetration, proud of herself for turning this once aggressive top into a submissive bottom. She was ready to take things up a notch.
"I'll be right back!" Calista announced as she pulled out and hurried off to the bedroom.
"Miss Calista is going for something bigger, Mr. Alex," Kwang said with a chuckle.
"That's alright...I think," Alex replied nervously, unsure of what was to come.
When Calista returned, she had two toys in hand: an even larger dildo and a dildo gag. She quickly swapped out the dildo on her strapon for the new one - 12 inches long and much thicker than the one she used before.
"On your knees, Bratman. I have something special for you," Calista commanded, approaching Alex with the strange device in hand.
"What is that?" Alex asked, trying to push it away.
"It's a dildo gag. You get to fuck Kwang's ass with one while you suck on the other." She gestured to the device as she explained it.
"I don't know if I can do that, Mistress. Can we try another time?"
"I should punish you for that, but you're too cute, but yes, we have to," Calista insisted.
"Yes, Mistress. But that dildo...it's much bigger than the others. Can we try it another time? Please?"
"I do enjoy seeing you like this, on your knees, begging me. I am treating you better than I need to. But I genuinely like you, Alex. And this dildo is almost the same size as the one I used on you a few days ago. The ones I used on your first night here were much bigger. Your anal training has been going so well...do you really think you can't handle this?"
Without waiting for a response, Calista forced the dildo gag into Alex's mouth. The gag was a 6-inch long dildo that made him choke at first, but he soon adjusted to it. On the outside, the dildo was 10 inches long with thick ridges, resembling a flexi-straw. Calista secured the gag onto Alex's head and pushed it towards Kwang's waiting ass. She coated the dildo in lubricant and directed Alex to penetrate Kwang's hole with his head. Initially hesitant, Alex quickly got into the rhythm of moving his head to pleasure Kwang while sucking on the dildo at the same time.
As Alex explored Kwang with this new toy, Calista prepared to assault him next. She applied lube to his ass and pushed the thicker dildo against him. He knew this would hurt, as Calista had been pushing his limits during their sessions over the past few months. Surprisingly, Alex enjoyed having a dildo inside him - it was a completely different sensation from a real cock. He never thought he'd be craving an ass fucking like he does now.
Calista could be rough sometimes. With more force, she penetrated Alex's tight hole causing him to let out a muffled yelp. Gripping his hair tightly, she pulled back and removed the dildo gag from Kwang's ass. As she thrust deep inside him, she pulled Alex's head back harder, resulting in another high-pitched yelp. Then she pulled back and pushed his head forward again to plunge the dildo gag back into Kwang.
Once Calista found her rhythm, she began fucking Alex rapidly and roughly. She showed no mercy as she rammed that giant dildo into his ass while he screamed and writhed underneath her. His cries were muffled by the gag as he bucked his head back and forth while pleasuring Kwang with the dildo gag.
"Do you want me to stop, brat?" Calista condescendingly asked as she continued to pound into Alex with her strap-on dildo.
All Alex could manage was a shake of his head. He wanted her to keep going.
"That's my good boy. Take it like the slut you are," Calista praised, feeling intense arousal and exerting herself as she relentlessly fucked him harder and faster. Alex was on the verge of orgasm, but he forced himself to hold back until she gave him permission. The sensation of being penetrated by a monster-sized dildo attached to an insatiable girl made it even harder for him to delay his climax.
Their wild and erotic encounter went on for what felt like hours, both of them gasping and moaning in ecstasy. Calista's heart was racing as she continued her frenzied pace, fucking Alex so hard, he didn’t even needing to move himself to fuck Kwang with the dildo gag. She was effectively fucking both of them at once, thoroughly enjoying every moment of it.
The intensity of the moment overwhelmed Calista, and she felt her own body tense up as she neared her own release. Pulling out the dildo, she unsnapped the harness and dropped it to the floor. Then, grabbing her own cock, she plunged it back into Alex's ass. Unable to hold back any longer, Alex came uncontrollably all over the floor while Calista let out loud moans and yelps as she reached her own orgasm.
Exhausted from almost 20 minutes of relentless fucking, Calista pulled out and stumbled over to the couch. Kwang also released onto Alex's face before the three of them collapsed in exhaustion."
“Oh FUCK yes! That is how I like it!” Calista shouted hoarsely. “You boys are the bestest! I have so much fun with you!!”
“That was fuck amazing, Mistress. Thank you.” Kwang whispered back.
Alex rolled over and sat up, still catching his breath. All he could manage was ‘mmmmmmhmmmmmmm’. He looked at the others for help.
“Oh shit, sorry!” Calista quickly removed the gag from Alex’s mouth and he let out a deep sigh as he drooled down his chin.
“Thank you. Wow. This gets better every time. I’m really getting used to this. I never thought I would have fun being a submissive. I never believed I’d ever be with a girl. I’m kinda floored at what is happening to me.”
“I’m very proud of you, Alex. You’ve come a long way from when I met you. I knew you had it in you. I’m so happy to see you feeling good about this. You have been a perfect pet.”
“Who needs drinking?” Kwang offered.
“Yes, please!” Calista chirped. “Come on, Bratman, you can join Kwang and me tonight.” Being allowed to hang with Calista and Kwang in her apartment was sort of a reward for Alex, he didn’t get to do it often. “And I will forgive you this time for cumming without permission. I know sometimes you can’t control yourself. I’m that good.”
“Fuck yeah, you are.”
Alex and Calista went into the living room and Kwang made a batch of Soju Mojitos. They talked for another hour or so, and Alex expressed his gratitude towards Calista for giving him another chance. Calista was pleased she decided to give Alex another opportunity to turn things around. So far, it has been going well.
On their first night together, Calista let him experience some of the pain she felt when he raped her. But since then, she has treated him with nothing but kindness. That's not to say she didn't challenge him, but she did so at a pace that allowed him to adjust slowly to his new life.
***
Jack was intrigued by what Dewey had planned for him. He followed Dewey out of the parlor and into the foyer, then towards the living room. He tugged on Dewey's arm to stop him. "I'm up for anything, really. But is there anything I should know beforehand? How should I behave? You know me, I like to make people happy and I just want to be prepared. Should I check my life insurance coverage?" They both chuckled at Jack's joke about insurance.
"You're not nervous, are you? Don't worry, you'll leave here in one piece. Jonah may be twisted, but not that twisted. But I should tell you, our relationship is a bit different." Dewey led Jack to a bench in the hallway and sat him down. "To everyone else, we're just your average couple doing normal things together. We attend charity events and other social gatherings. From the outside, no one would suspect what we're like behind closed doors."
"Now you have my attention. Something tells me this isn't much different than my own life."
"Not really. You have a knack for balancing your unique kinks and fetishes with your everyday life. We do something similar, except we're not as famous as you are. Jonah is very controlling and has a lot of control over me--not full control, but pretty close when it comes to our sex life. I do whatever he wants, act however he wants, look however he wants. I trust him completely and let him do whatever he wishes to me. In some ways, I'm like his pet. It's not a master-slave thing though; he genuinely loves me and treats me well. And I take good care of him too. We just enjoy exploring sexually in ways that may be considered unique or unconventional by others. That's all you need to know, I think. Oh, and could you help me put this hood back on?"
Dewey handed Jack the hood and he pulled it over his head, zipping it into place. "Can you see? Hear? Breathe?"
"Yes, everything is fine. Look closer, see? It's the same special mesh that is in the rest of the suit. I wear this thing for days at a time and this allows me to function normally and communicate. Jonah can also shut me down if he wants to. Come on, let's not keep him waiting."
Dewey guided Jack into the living room, a modern and sleek space with a wall of windows offering a view of the lake. The lighting was dim, and the furniture had a contemporary feel to it. Jonah got up from the couch and walked over to meet Jack. He was wearing an armless, loose fitting white linen hoodie and a matching pair of loose fitting linen track pants. He wore several pendants with various icons and charms on them. His close cropped blonde hair poked out of the hoodie, which framed his boyish face, blue eyes and bright smile. Even though he is 37, he looks like he could pass for being 15.
"Hello Jack. It's nice to finally meet you," Jonah said warmly. "Jimpa here has told me so much about you." His gaze swept over Jack's naked body, and he couldn't help but admire the man's impressive physique. "You are in remarkable shape for someone your age." Jonah approached Jack with clasped hands and bowed his head before extending his hand in greeting.
Feeling slightly exposed meeting someone new while completely naked, Jack tried not to let it show. "Thank you," he replied with a smile. He couldn't help noticing how cute Jonah was.
"Jimpa, two Mahua," Jonah ordered Dewey, snapping his fingers. Dewey quickly scurried off to the bar to make their drinks. "Jack, please have a seat here with me. Jimpa will join us once he brings our drinks."
"Can I ask what 'Jimpa' means?"
"As you can see, Dewey is fully contained in latex like a gimp," Jonah explained casually. "Jimpa means 'gimp' in Nepalese. But he is much more than that to me; the name is just cute, like he is." Dewey returned with their drinks and promptly kneeled on the floor next to Jonah as if he were a pet. Jonah patted him on the head in a loving gesture. "You may not have had this before, it's called Mahua. It's basically India's version of tequila. To a fun night!" Jonah raised his glass in a toast.
Dewey waited calmly on the floor next to Jonah as they chatted with each other. Jonah opened up about their relationship dynamics and how it functions for them. He shared his experience in the medical field and his exploration into alternative medicine. Jack chimed in, discussing his previous encounters with Dewey and giving a brief overview of his own life. Dewey was happy to see that they were getting along well. The strong alcohol had given Jack a pleasant buzz. It was nearly 2 in the morning now.
"Are you still feeling up for it, Jack? It's been a while since you decided to come over. I'd love to take you to our playroom and have some fun."
"I'd love that. I'm a bit tired, but I can push through for a couple more hours."
"No need to worry. I'm a doctor and I have ways to keep you awake and alert. Come, let me give your body stimulation like you’ve never felt before."
Jonah led Jack up a flight of stairs, with Dewey following close behind. When they reached the top, Dewey eagerly opened the door for them. The room was an unexpected sight in the modern home - a mix between a hospital exam room, laboratory, and BDSM dungeon. The bright white room glistened with medical equipment and bondage gear, creating an eerie yet alluring atmosphere.
"This is your playroom?" Jack asked, his voice filled with both curiosity and apprehension.
Jonah gave Dewey a nod, seeming to allow him to speak once again, "Yes, it is. Our playroom," Dewey replied with a mischievous grin. "Jonah likes to incorporate his medical knowledge into our...playtime activities."
Jonah motioned towards a complex bench that resembled an exam table, but was equipped with restraints. "Please have a seat and let's see what we can do for you."
Jack hesitated, glancing over at Dewey who gave him an encouraging smile. He decided to go along with it and sat on the bench, allowing Dewey to fasten the restraints tightly but gently. His arms were stretched out like he was being crucified, secured at his wrists and just below his shoulders. His legs were splayed out in stirrups, while his ankles were bound in place. Another strap wrapped around his torso, and one more held his head in place, leaving his ass completely exposed. "What happens now?" Jack asked, feeling both nervous and turned on.
"Now that you're completely vulnerable, we can have some fun with your body. I prefer not to have any limits or use safe words, but since it's your first time here, do you have any boundaries? And would you like a safe word?" Jonah inquired.
"As long as you don't plan on cutting me open and stealing my organs or removing any body parts, there aren't really any limits. And I usually don't use a safe word, but I'll give you one just in case – let's go with 'pineapple'."
"Excellent choice. I have two things I'd like to give you, if you're comfortable with it. They're both prescription medications, so they're completely safe. The doses are low enough that you shouldn't experience any serious side effects. Are you okay with that?" Jonah's voice was silky smooth as he held up a syringe filled with a clear liquid. "This is a blend of modafinil and avanafil – it'll keep you alert, awake, and hard for a few hours."
Dewey reassured Jack, "It's fine, I take this all the time. I've even had some tonight."
"Sure, go ahead. I've probably had worse things in me," Jack replied nonchalantly as he watched Jonah prepare the injection.
As soon as the liquid entered his bloodstream, Jack felt a surge of warmth spread throughout his body. His senses became heightened and his desire intensified.
"How do you feel?" Jonah asked, coming closer to Jack.
"Intense...in a good way," Jack admitted, his breaths becoming deeper.
Dewey moved closer, running his hands over Jack's restrained form. "Let's see just how intense we can make it," he whispered seductively in Jack's ear.
Jonah made his way to a table nearby, picking up a small device that resembled a modified tens unit. Dewey stood up straight and held out his hands, palms facing upwards. Dewey's suit had small openings at each wrist, and Jonah plugged the wires from the unit into them. "This suit has some amazing upgrades that make it much more than just your average latex bodysuit," Jonah explained as he connected the wires. "It will stimulate your nerves in new and exciting ways."
Dewey knelt beside Jack on the bench, his hands eagerly exploring Jack's body without any restrictions. "Do you feel that, Jack? That's me, touching you like you've never been touched before." As the device activated, Jack let out a gasp of surprise. The sensation was electric, unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was slightly painful but also incredibly pleasurable, pushing him to his limits in a thrilling way.
"You're doing great," Jonah encouraged, adjusting the settings to increase the intensity. "Just let us know if it becomes too much for you. And don't worry, there are sensors on your wrists that monitor your vital signs, so I'll know if we need to ease off."
Jack nodded and moaned as his body responded to the dual stimulation. The room seemed to spin around them as the lines between pain and pleasure blurred. Dewey climbed on top of Jack, straddling him as he continued to use his electrified hands to send waves of pleasure through Jack's body. "I want more," Jack managed to say between deep breaths, his desire clear in his voice.
Jonah grinned, pleased with Jack's reaction. "Patience, Jack. We still have so much more to explore." After allowing Dewey to use his electrified hands on Jack for a while longer, Jonah instructed him to stop and unplugged the device. Both Jack and Dewey seemed disappointed.
As Jonah went to gather whatever else he needed for their next activity, Dewey leaned into Jack’s face. “I wish I could kiss you right now, but this isn’t the hood for that.” Dewey said with a bit of disappointment, then he pulled back to playfully tweak his nipples. "This is fucking amazing. I can't believe you randomly messaged me tonight. Are you having fun? It only gets better from here." He said enthusiastically as he climbed off the bench.
"This is definitely fun. A little weird, but fun. What other craziness does the good doctor have planned?"
"You'll see, Jack."
Jonah returned pushing a cart filled with various items. "Let's start simple," he suggested, picking up a small device that resembled a taser. "This will give you a mild shock, just enough to get your senses going." He handed it to Dewey.
Jack swallowed nervously but nodded his consent. The first zap sent a sharp jolt through his body, making his muscles twitch. It was uncomfortable, yet there was an undeniable thrill in the sensation. "Good?" Dewey asked, studying Jack's reaction closely.
"Yeah, I think so," Jack gasped, his voice shaky. "More, please."
Jonah gradually increased the intensity with each pulse becoming more powerful than the last. Jack's body arched against the restraints as a mix of pain and pleasure coursed through him. The room filled with the smell of ozone and sweat as their breathing mixed with the buzzing of the device. Then, with a snap of his fingers, Jonah signaled for Dewey to give one final jolt before handing the device back to him.
Jonah moved closer to Jack, placing his hand gently on his forehead. "Close your eyes," he whispered. Obediently, Jack shut his eyes and waited anxiously for what was to come. The room fell into a hushed silence, the only sound being the pounding of Jack's own heart in his ears. Dewey leaned in to kiss Jack on the lips through his hood before covering his eyes with a weighted blindfold.
"We're going to explore some deeper sensations now," Jonah announced, his voice low and soothing in the quiet atmosphere. He smiled, his gaze intense yet gentle. Using a gloved hand, he took hold of Jack's cock and began stroking it. Dewey stood close by with a tube of gel, squeezing it over Jack's length and helping Jonah massaging it in. They brought Jack close to climax and then stopped, causing Jack to groan in frustration.
Feeling Dewey take his hand, Jack heard him say, "I'm right here with you, buddy. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do." Suddenly, Jack felt a sharp sensation on his cock. With his eyes closed, he felt every touch even more intensely since he couldn't see what was happening. Jonah firmly grasped the base of Jack's cock as he picked up a slim urethral sound. Coating it with lube, he teased Jack's slit with the metal rod before slowly inserting it into his urethra.
"Oh! Fuck. Fuuuuck! Ugh!" Jack moaned as the sound slid further inside him. It was a small steel sound, so it went in easily despite being slightly uncomfortable.
"Yeah, Jack. I knew you'd love this," Dewey said as he watched intently from beside them. He held onto the end of the sound as Jonah gently pushed it deeper into Jack's pulsing and dripping cock hole.
Breathing heavily and feeling hot all over, Jack was surprised by how much he was enjoying this sensation. He could feel Dewey's gaze on him as the smooth metal instrument slid deeper and deeper inside him. "Ready?" Dewey asked, his voice encouraging.
"Ready for more?" Jack nodded, his stomach fluttering with nerves. "I trust you. I'm ready for...whatever," he said, his voice steady despite the anticipation.
Jonah gently moved the rod up and down before leaning over to press a button. The soft vibrations from the device sent waves of pleasure through Jack's body. It was a completely new sensation, deeper than any surface vibrations he had experienced before. His breath caught in his throat as he arched against the restraints, a mix of surprise and pleasure coursing through him.
His body convulsed as he moaned, giving into the intense stimulation. Dewey stroked his body while Jonah attended to his cock. They could tell that Jack was overwhelmed with pleasure, so they stopped the vibration, denying him an orgasm.
"Feeling alright there, Jack?" Jonah asked, preparing the next device for use.
"That was...unlike anything I've ever felt," Jack admitted, still blindfolded.
"You're so fucking hot right now," Dewey whispered lustfully. "Your body is quivering and sweating, I can't wait until Jonah lets me have you. Just wait until you feel what's next!"
"Jimpa, don't be so eager," Jonah snapped as he held up a shiny steel dildo. The object was thick and long, with a "S" shape and tear drop bulbs increasing in size along its length. It was wired to the same device as the sound, but also had additional wires attached. "Now, let's explore your ass," Jonah said calmly, "which Dewey tells me has been explored by many boys and toys before. This should be big enough for you."
Jack's heart raced as he took a deep breath. Jonah applied cold gel to his hole before slowly inserting the 18-inch toy into Jack's gut. Jack's body eagerly accepted it, feeling full and satisfied. "Wow, that feels amazing," he exclaimed.
"Just wait, he's not finished," Dewey murmured, placing a comforting hand on Jack's thigh.
As the dildo settled into place, Jack suddenly felt warmth spreading through his body as it heated up. But that wasn't all - it also started to vibrate and send small bursts of electricity through him. "Fucking Christ!!" Jack cried out as he pressed against his restraints. Pain and pleasure blurred together in an overwhelming rush of sensation that engulfed him.
"How does that feel?" Jonah asked, monitoring Jack's reactions closely on a nearby monitor.
"Absolutely incredible," Jack gasped out.
Jonah and Dewey shared a smile at his response before Jonah adjusted the settings on both devices, pushing Jack even further. He changed the speed and intensity of the vibrations while lowering the temperature of the steel toy, causing it to alternate between hot and cold sensations.
Meanwhile, Dewey was caressing and touching every inch of Jack's face and neck. "Please, Jonah, take it all the way," he pleaded.
"As you wish, Jimpa," Jonah responded with a wicked grin. He turned up several settings on both devices simultaneously, causing the steel dildo to deliver intense sensations.
"Fuuuuuuuuuck! Jesus fucking Christ! Oh my God!" Jack's body strained against the restraints as he was overwhelmed with pleasure and pain. Dewey was on top of him, feeling some of the shockwaves himself and moaning with pleasure.
Jack tried to relax and let the sensations wash over him, but just as his body started to melt into the experience, he suddenly tensed up. He was about to climax, but the sound was still inside him. Unable to hold back any longer, he came hard and had to push past the steel rod, causing immense pain that made him shriek like an angry monkey. The pain and pleasure merged into one incredible wave that washed over him until he was lost in it all.
Jonah turned off all the equipment and allowed Dewey to comfort Jack, who was clearly shaken by their activities. With careful precision, Jonah removed the metal rod from Jack's member, causing him to let out a pained cry. He then slowly took out the large steel dildo, making Jack gasp as each bulb slid out. Jonah signaled for Dewey to come over, and he stood behind Jack while attaching wires to his hands from a modified tens box.
"Are you ready for me now, Jack?" Dewey whispered as he removed the blindfold.
"Fuck. We're not done?" asked Jack with a mischievous grin. "You guys trying to kill me? Are you finally going to fuck me?"
"Please, like you've never been fucked before," retorted Dewey as he coated his rubber-covered cock in lubricant. He locked eyes with Jack as he entered him, starting off with a strong, steady pace and holding onto his legs tightly. As Jack moaned and reveled in the pleasure of being taken by Dewey, he felt something new.
"Oh my god!" cried out Jack as he experienced electric shocks pulsing through his body, similar to what he felt when Dewey's hands were charged. The latex sheath covering Dewey's cock was electrified just like his hands had been. The charges sent waves of pleasure through both men.
"Mmmmm, your ass is still fucking amazing," gasped Dewey as he thrust harder and faster into Jack. Thanks to the drug keeping his erection up and the latex sheath preventing him from climaxing, Dewey could go on for as long as he wanted. The electric shocks eventually stopped, indicating that they were finished. Jonah tapped Dewey on the shoulder and snapped his fingers. Obediently, Dewey pulled out and got down on the floor.
Jack saw Jonah's face come into view as he shoved his bare, 12 inch cock into him. Jonah remained quiet as he used every ounce of his energy to pound Jack relentlessly. Despite his exhaustion, Jack couldn't help but revel in the sensation of Jonah's massive member filling him up. Within moments, Jonah gasped for air and trembled uncontrollably. His body spasmed as he climaxed inside Jack.
Breathless but exhilarated, Jack lay there still bound by restraints. "That was...amazing," he said, glancing between Jonah and Dewey. With a snap of his fingers, Jonah signaled for Dewey to release Jack from his bindings. Dewey helped him off the table and onto a nearby couch, where he collapsed in blissful pleasure.
"We're glad you enjoyed it," Jonah said with a grin. "There's always more to explore if you're interested. Bring your husband next time."
Jack chuckled and felt a sense of camaraderie with this wild doctor who had shown him such intense experiences. He was also happy to reconnect with Dewey. "Harrison would love this," he said.
"I love having new playthings," Jonah replied as he dressed himself. "Dewey will take care of cleaning you up and getting you rested. I look forward to seeing you again soon - for a much longer visit." He kissed Dewey and whispered something in his ear before leaving them alone on the couch. Just before exiting, he turned back to Dewey and reminded him, "Jimpa, remember that you've had your fun tonight. Do as you are told and then come to bed."
"Of course, Jonah. I will," Dewey promised as he watched him leave. Turning to Jack, he couldn't resist kissing him once more. "Let's go take a shower and I'll help you clean up. You finally get to see all of me."
"Oh fuck, I don't know how much more I can handle," Jack laughed. "Good thing you aren't allowed to do anything."
When they reached the showers, Dewey sat Jack down on a bench and turned away from him. "Can you unzip me? It's right at the base of the hood and goes all the way down to my butt." Jack did as he was told. "Now you get to peel this thing off me."
"Won't you get in trouble for this?" Jack asked.
"No, Jonah said it was fine. We have to clean the suit every few days anyway. So start here and peel gently, then do the same on this side. Be careful around any spots where the pattern is pressed into the suit, you'll see why."
Jack carefully began peeling the latex suit off of Dewey, revealing an intricate pattern carved into his skin. "Whoa! Did Jonah carve this into you?"
"Fuck yeah he did," Dewey chuckled. "Isn't it beautiful?"
"It is, but does it hurt? It looks like it would be painful."
"Not anymore. It's scarred over now, just a design in my skin. Keep going, there are more surprises."
"I think I see them already." As Jack continued to peel off the suit, he noticed that Dewey's entire body was covered in tattoos of geometric shapes and lines. "This is amazing. It almost looks like a maze."
"That's exactly what it is," Dewey confirmed.
"This is unbelievable. But you have some blank space too."
"Yeah, I still work at the American Club so I have to keep up a certain look. No tattoos or piercings in visible areas. But maybe in another year or so, I'll quit and Jonah can finish the maze. Then I'll be covered from head to toe."
"You are fascinating. We definitely need to hang out more so I can hear more about you." After a while, Jack had removed the entire latex suit, leaving Dewey standing there completely naked with his body covered in ink and piercings, including his genitals. "You look incredible. So cool."
"Thanks, Jack. I'm really glad you reached out to me randomly after all these years. If anyone from my past was going to show up, I'm glad it was you. And I want to meet your boy too. I saw a picture of him online in an article. He's really cute, and definitely your type."
"I can't even begin to describe how much I love that kid and how amazing he is."
"I don't think either of us ever thought we'd find happiness and love back then," Dewey reflected. "But here we are, happy and in love. Good for us."
