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Chapter 4 – D is for Double Penetration.


“This could be very interesting.” The Game Master looked at the two names that had come out of the bowl on day 4.

His pet had only just returned from taking Warren Worthington back to New York. He had opted to spend the full 24 hours with Harry, making sure that the young man was ok. He’d watched as the youth had called a potion to him and drank it, almost eradicating the pain in his genitals. The voyeuristic Game Master smiled, pleased that the boy had actually learnt something in his time at Hogwarts. After the potion had worked its magic, they had talked for a while and then they’d had sex, not just once or twice but three times.

The pet had said that he suspected the two would be meeting up again. He couldn’t understand why his Master wasn’t more excited by that prospect, but he’d seemed utterly morose, not that he was usually particularly cheery.

The young slave waited for his Master to clue him in on who the day’s pairing was going to be. The older man stood and strode purposefully through to the mirror; the brunette took this as his signal to follow. He didn’t even bother trying to stand, he orbed himself straight there. The pain in his feet had lessened but the play that had imitated the CBT had left him hurting still, his Master was mean and refused to give him anything to ease the pain. It was not a pleasant sensation.

The dark-lank haired man sneered down at his pained pet, then muttered to the magical mirror. “Texas Hold ‘em.” He rolled his eyes to reflect his derision at the choice of nickname.

The image swirled yellows and blues before settling on the image of a tall strongly built man. He had short dark hair, dark brown eyes and was handsome in a strong, square jawed kind of way; not the pet’s usual type at all, but then, most of the guy’s hadn’t been at the start of this.

“Nick Stokes, CSI.” The Game Master smirked. “He works for our Gil Grissom.”

That caused the young brunette slave to lift his eyes and eyebrows in surprise. “They work together?”

“Yes, they do. And both are clueless…But… it gets better, pet.” He whispered into the frame again. “The Central Dogma.”

The mirror surface swirled with a colourful rainbow, when it settled the image of Nick had remained and another young man had joined him. They were stood talking, the newcomer was grinning and gesturing with his hands.

“Greg…Sanders. Also CSI, they’re colleagues.”

The pet laughed as he took in the spikey, colour-dappled hair, brown with blond tufts. He looked like a fun guy. He was nicely built, athletic looking, unlike like the man he was talking to, who looked more like a ball player. He was enthusiastically talking and grinning while Nick Stokes looked at him with the indulgence one would almost show and eager puppy.

“Oh boy. This is gonna be a real fun one.”

“Yes, pet, I believe it is.” The Game Master smirked.

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Nick had been excited to find his name on the message announcing the letter D. He’d been somewhat curious about the other name, but there had been no clue as to whom he might be.

He’d accepted a long time ago that he was a switch, the case with Lady Heather had been a real eye opener to him, but it was a subject that had held a vague interest for him since he was in college. As a switch he could easily admit that some guys naturally made him feel submissive and some made him feel dominant.

Right now he was staring at the two men in his living room. His analytical brain had gone on vacation the minute they had arrived, materialising out of nowhere. Oddly, that had not been his first worry. That had been directed at the man who was wearing a similar look as the one on his face.

“Damn.” Greg was the first to voice the thought they both shared.

The Game Master’s pet stood with a grin on his face, “Well, isn’t this fun. You guys already know each other so introductions are a bit surplus to requirement. I’ll be going now…enjoy.”

Neither Nick nor Greg had time to reply before the young man had vanished again.

“That could get quite annoying.” Greg stated.

“Greg…”

The young CSI had been nervous as hell about the whole experience, however, finding himself in Nick Stokes’ living room was the epitome of terrifying. He was resisting the urge to just mutter an apology and run. He rocked back and forth on his feet with poorly contained energy. Falling back on the old coping mechanisms of being the funny guy, he held his arms wide and called, “Surprise.”

Nick looked at him incredulously, “This is…”

“Awkward? Uncomfortable? Embarrassing?” Greg offered.

“Unexpected.” Nick finished.

“That too.” He rocked back and forth again, “So, not quite the anonymous sex we both had imagined, huh?”

“No… not quite.” The dark-haired man was thinking that actually there was a good chance this could be better, provided the petrified guy didn’t bolt on him before they did anything.

“Well, we could pretend we don’t know each other.” Greg offered, with a smirk he didn’t really feel. “Hi, I’m Greg.” He held out his hand.

That made Nick laugh, it was typical of Sanders to find amusement in any situation. He’d been a bit worried by the lack of quips. “Greg, I don’t have a problem with knowing who I’m having sex with, in fact sometimes it’s preferable.”

The spikey haired man, shifted nervously, was Nick trying to tell him that he liked the idea of sex with him? “So, um… I can go if you’d prefer or… we can just… y’know go ahead?”

Nick crossed the room and moved in close to him, he wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled Greg towards him until their lips met. He kissed the younger man hard, his lips demanding and tongue forcing its way in to probe the warm, wet cavern. His mouth all-but melted into the other man’s and fused them together. He wrapped his other arm around his waist and pulled Greg’s body tight against him. His hardness pressing through the fabric against Greg’s hip. When he broke the kiss, Greg was gasping for air, he didn’t pull his body back or release his hold though.

“Does that feel like I want you to go?” He asked, his voice low and sultry, his Texan accent slightly thicker as his lust crept in.

“N…no.” Greg found himself unable to think right, and it didn’t seem to be a problem for the man in front of him.

“Good, because I think it would be a shame to waste this opportunity, don’t you?” Nick’s hand moved lower to grope Greg’s butt.

The response was a squeak as shivers ran through his body. Nick chuckled deeply.

“Say Greggo, ya wanna come play with me?” He whispered in the trembling guy’s ear.

The younger of the two whimpered his response. It was obvious that Nick was taking the lead, and that was perfectly fine by him. He was naturally submissive, always eager to please; it didn’t matter if it was at work or in play. It had meant the end of a number of relationships, as his past partners just couldn’t appreciate his submissive nature they assumed him weak. It was refreshing for someone to want to take that control.

“I take that as a yes?” Nick grinned.

Greg nodded, “Please…”

His lips were reclaimed in a hungry kiss; the dark haired Texan didn’t know how he’d ever gone so long without doing this. His hands blindly began to undress them both, buttons were pulled open and shirts tossed aside. Nick’s hand slipped between them to cup and squeeze Greg’s cock through his jeans. A wicked image of the boy was in his head and he couldn’t wait to put it into action. He moved them towards the bedroom without breaking the contact between them

He pushed Greg forcefully back onto the bed and divested him of his footwear and then his jeans. Tossing the items carelessly away, Nick then pulled off his own pants. He grinned down at the young man sprawled over his bed; there was a gleam in his brown eyes that made Greg shudder.

He climbed between the younger man’s thighs and licked and kissed his hard, cut cock, flickering his tongue teasingly over the hard flesh. There was a moan of pleasure from the recipient, but he barely had time to get used to the hot mouth on his dick before it was gone. Nick kissed his way up the lithe body, licking and kissing as he went. He paused to lavish attention on each nipple, before carrying on up to nuzzle at Greg’s neck, before finally reclaiming his mouth.

He kissed the young man under him thoroughly, his hand reaching out for the nightstand he pulled the drawer out and grabbed up the lube. When he broke the kiss, they were both panting and flushed. Greg had relaxed quite a bit now, he wasn’t so nervous with what was to come. Although admittedly, double penetration was something he’d never experienced before and he wondered how it was going to be achieved. He was willing to put his body in Nick’s hands though, he trusted him as a friend and colleague and he was surprised to find that knowing him actually made it easier.

“Turn over, on your hands and knees.” Nick almost purred into his ear.

Greg scrambled to comply, he didn’t even blush as he presented the other man with his butt.

“Very nice Greggo, y’know this cute li’l’ butt of yours has been tempting me for a long long time now. I think I owe it a li’l pay back.”

That was news to him, that the dark-haired, straight-as-an-arrow CSI had been watching his butt. Him… Greg Sanders…his butt. That seemed like an alien concept; he wasn’t used to being lusted after. He felt warm, strong hands sliding over his butt, there was a light slap to one cheek then the other, they stung a little but it wasn’t hard enough to cause any real pain. Greg’s cock throbbed at the small action and he moaned, wiggling his ass invitingly.

Nick chuckled, “Always the eager pup, aren’t ya?”

He flipped the lid open on the lube and squeezed a blob onto his fingers; pressing a finger at Greg’s hole he worked the tip in slowly. Fucking it back and forth, he added a twist to it, until the digit had sunk all the way in. The muscle relaxed and he added a second amidst begging words of encouragement. Two fingers slowly worked in and out, scissoring apart and twisting, stirring around in Greg’s anus. When they were seated all the way in, he crooked his fingers and pressed on the sweet spot.

“Oh, god, feels so good, please… more… want you, Nick.” Greg moaned and writhed, his cock leaking steadily.

“In good time pup, all in good time.” He added a third finger and thrust them in and out, spreading them to relax the sphincter even more.

Nick kept his fingers wedged in Greg’s hole while he leaned under the bed and pulled an open topped box out and picked out his toys of choice. Selecting a realistic dildo and a slim but long jelly encased vibe, he pulled his fingers out slowly, rotating them as he did so. He quickly lubed the slim vibe and pressed tip against the entrance of Greg’s boy hole, he sank it slowly in.

Greg, always so eager, couldn’t help but push back and the vibe buried all the way in his ass. Nick grinned and turned the dial on the end, setting it in motion. The vibrations reverberated through the younger man’s body and he shivered and moaned.

The dark haired man started to fuck in and out with the toy, adding a twist occasionally and stirring it inside, it was only the width of two fingers and he wanted to keep him loose. He pushed a finger in alongside it, feeling the vibrations run down his arm and settle in his groin. He was rock hard and wanted nothing but to be buried in that tight ass. But he had a plan and he could be patient.

On the other hand, Greg sounded like he was on the verge of exploding. He was breathing heavily and moaning as he pushed his hips back to meet every thrust of the vibe into his wonton ass.

Nick added a second finger with the vibe and stretched the opening more so that he had a small space between the fingers and vibe. He lubed his cock and then slowly, he shifted the fake cock to the side and slowly eased his cock into the gap, as soon as the head was in he eased his fingers out. Greg was clawing at the bed and crying out incoherently. It only then occurred to the older man that he’d forgotten to declare a safeword. He realised he would have to be extra vigilant.

He took his time pushing his cock in with the dildo, the vibrations were incredible against his hardness, and he moaned deeply. Gripping hard at the covers, Greg cried out loudly, to Nick’s surprise, he was begging for more. He didn’t stop until his cock was so deep that the base of the vibe pressed against his pelvis.

“Oh Christ, Greggo, you feel so fucking good, so tight… can you feel me. Feel my cock in your ass with this vibe. Both a real and a fake cock, side by side, splitting you open, spreading you wide.”

Greg moaned loudly in response, he was so close he wanted to cum. He could barely breath, he felt so full up inside and he was so aroused. There was movement behind him. Nick pulled his cock out and flipped him onto his back; Greg didn’t really have time to register this change before the cock was pushing into him again. This time it forced the vibe shaft against his prostate and he jumped, crying out in pleasure.

Nick thrust in over and over, leaning over his intense dark eyes burned into Greg’s before he kissed him hard. Gasping for breath, he wrapped his arms under the younger man he flipped them over so that they swapped positions. Greg was on top now and Nick grinned up at him.

“Ride me, pup. Show me how much you love my cock and that vibe in your ass.” He groaned out, his hands moving to rest on slim hips.

Greg pushed himself up to straddle those hips, he gasped as it pushed the cocks in his ass against the wall of his ass. Throwing his head back he began to rock back and forth. Nick was in heaven, watching the picture of debauchery riding on his cock. He picked up the realistic dildo, that he’d set aside on the bed, and held it up to Greg’s lips.

“Suck baby, suck on it like it was mine.” He grinned, with that wicked gleam.

His dapple-haired angel did as he was told and took the cock into his mouth. He sucked on it as if it were real, closing his eyes and rubbing his tongue against the shaft. Nick began to fuck it in and out of his mouth in time with Greg’s own rocking motion.

It was all too much for him and Nick bucked up, gasping as he filled that hot ass with his spunk. That tripped Greg’s own orgasm and he went rigid, crying out he shot so hard his head spun. Nick continued to slide the dildo in and out of the willing mouth until his boy was spent, then he tossed it aside. He spun them again and pulled slowly out, gripping the vibe and pulling it out with his cock.

The spent pair curled up together. Greg whimpered slightly at the empty feeling in his ass, he had been stretched so thoroughly and he could feel Nicks cum trickling from his hole. He nuzzled against Nick’s sweat sheened neck and sighed happily.

“Wow, that was…incredible…never thought I would be able to do something like that.” Greg murmured.

“You were fantastic, pup. You looked so hot riding my cock and sucking on that dildo.”

“Do you think we’ll get disqualified…? Technically, it was triple penetration.” The younger of the two asked with amusement.

“Nah, you just want ta do it all again.” Nick chuckled.

There was a long silence that hung in the air between them, as hands lightly caressed the sex-heated skin. Idly they explored each other as each were lost in their own thoughts and the memory of what they’d just done.

“Do you think its gonna be weird, after this?” Greg finally gave voice to his concern. “I mean, we can pretend it never happened if you want… but…”

Nick grinned, “I was kind of hoping we could do it again. Maybe work through our own alphabet.”

The blush that crept up the younger man’s cheeks caused him to hide his face in the other man’s shoulder. “That would be good.” He murmured.

“Greg?”

“Mmhmm?”

“The Central Dogma? What’s that about?”

The shrug that he received shook their whole bodies. “I’m a science geek.” Was his only explanation.


******

The Game Master looked over at his pet.

The brunette’s head started to move from side to side, anticipating what was to come. “No… please… I couldn’t take that much in my ass, Master.”

His cock and balls were still aching, made worse by his arousal. Watching Nick and Greg together had been so hot, he hadn’t expected the younger of the two to get so totally lost in it.

“We shall see…boy.”

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