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When Jamie woke up the next day, he was, for a moment, surprised and confused to find that the sun was already well and out, shining brightly into his window. Then he remembered. Today was Saturday. Monique and Lucius didn’t go into the office on weekends. He lay back down in the comfy bed, the previous night’s events replaying in his mind. What exactly had happened? Well, he knows what happened, in the strictest sense. But what did it mean? How did this change the relationship between the three of them? And, of course, did he want it to continue?
God, yes, some long buried part of him replied. And it was true. As much as he may try to rationalize it away, he liked having two older lovers who seemed eager and willing to take him under their wings. He thought back to the couch. To Monique’s soft body against his back, caressing him. To Alex, lovely in a tight red dress that set off her skin and hair, on her knees submissively between Lucius’s legs. Lucius sitting back like a king on his throne as a younger woman tried her darndest to fit his entire impressive cock in her mouth. Dear lord, that cock. He’d watched a lot of porn in his day. Seen some impressive equipment. But his was insane.
Jamie sighed, getting up and going for a cold shower to hopefully quell his horny thoughts.
Minutes later, Jamie went downstairs feeling much calmer. As he hit the bottom step, he found the bottom floor empty. Fine by me, he thought. As much as he knew he needed to have a conversation with the Joneses, he’d never been the confrontational type. He was fine putting it off for a while. He sat down in the living room to watch TV. A few shows later he was getting thirsty, so he got up and crossed the open floor to the kitchen. As he pulled open the fridge, he hears a familiar voice behind him.
“Good morning, sleepyhead!”
Jamie turned around to see Monique coming in from the front door. He licked his lips at the sight of her. Even dressed in a simple tee shirt and jeans, she looked incredible.
“Jamie, dear, would you mind helping your aunt with the groceries?”
He nodded, happily following her. Several minutes and several backandforth trips later, they had everything put away.
“Now,” she said, looking around, “where is that husband of mine gotten off to?”
“I think he’s working out,” Jamie replied.
“Of course he is,” she chuckled, heading for the stairs. “Wait right there, Jamie,” she called over her shoulder.
Seconds later they came back down, sitting with Jamie at the dining room table.
“I’m guessing you know what this is about?” Monique asks patiently.
“Last night?”
She nods.
“First off, I’m sorry for springing that on you. With both you and darling Alex here, we just couldn’t help ourselves. Could we, dear?”
“Nope,” Lucious said, smiling between them. Jamie ducked, blushing.
“Anyway,” Monique continued. “Before we do anything with a guest, we usually offer them a choice. You see, Lucious and I have long believed that all our success comes with certain responsibilities. Responsibilities to help people. We decided that our way of helping would be teaching. So, we started taking in young people like yourself and showing them the path we took.”
“But,” Lucious jumps in, “we eventually found that that wasn’t enough. That some needed to be taught hard work and discipline. To that end, we found that the most effective way was to introduce them to dominance and submission dynamics.”
Jamie sat bolt upright at that. “What, you mean, like, whips and leather and stuff?”
They both burst out laughing.
“No, honey, nothing like that,” Monique chuckled. “We just mean we introduced certain rules to how they worked and lived. And the way we motivated them to stick to these rules was by offering rewards.”
“Like what?”
“Well….” Monique said, thinking. “Okay, we had a sub once who, if she got so much work done during the day, got to help me relax that night. Rub my feet, help me shower.”
“Oh, yeah, I remember her!” Lucious smiled. “She wanted to get stronger, so we had an agreement that, if she worked out every day of the week, on Friday, she got to give me a full body massage.”
Jamie could feel his horniness coming back just from imagining all that.
“And….what would I do?”
“Well, that would be up to you, baby boy,” Monique smiled.
Jamie’s brain was firing out of control. He couldn’t quite string together a coherent thought.
“I….I don’t really know,” he admitted.
She nods.
“All right. We’ll start you off nice and slow, okay? How’s this; I’ve noticed you’re a bit of a messy boy. If you clean your room and keep it clean by, say, eight o’clock Sunday night, I’ll give you an over the pants handjob.”
He perked up, but still asked, “Over the pants?”
“Hhmm, those are the rules. You have to earn anything else. But I’m sure you will in no time. You’re such a good boy.”
He wasn’t sure what this feeling hearing her say things like that gave him was, but he knew he liked it.
“Why don’t you go get started, bud?” Lucious said.
Jamie, eager to please, nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”
He bound up the steps two at a time. He walked into his room and looked around. He supposed he HAD let it get messy in here. Dirty clothes were strewn across the floor, his trash can, full of things like snack wrappers and discarded tissues, was threatening to overflow, and his desk was crowded with notebooks, game cases and chargers. He took to the task with vigor, Monique’s promise echoing in his mind.
He was scared of messing it back up, so he spent the rest of the night downstairs. The next day the Joneses finally showed him around L.A, especially the touristy spots. Soon, eight o’clock rolled around. He led Monique up to his room and stood by fidgeting as she checked everything.
“Well,” she finally said, “I’m impressed. You did a very good job, sweetie. Now.” She sits on the edge of his bed. “Come. Time for your reward.”
His heartbeat leapt as he walked over and sat. He was hyperaware of her right beside him. He suddenly couldn’t look at her.
“Um, whwhat should I….”
“Just relax, baby,” Monique said huskily, running her hand up and down his leg. “Aunt Monique’s going to take good care of you, okay?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Her hand rubbing almost feels like a paternal gesture except it’s creeping closer and closer to his groin with every stroke.
“My, look who’s already a horny mess. You’ve been looking forward to this, haven’t you?”
He nodded, not trusting his words. He was breathing hard, his mind a jumble.
“Poor thing. It’s okay, no more thinking. Just feeling like a good, obedient boy.”
Finally, she moved to his cock. He sighed.
“Oh, honey. You make such wonderful sounds. Your uncle and I just aren’t going to be able to keep our hands off you!”
He leans his head back and keeps panting. He knows he won’t last long. It’s been months since anyone besides himself had touched him. Even still, he wanted to scream as he flt the orgasm coming way too soon.
“Oh!” Monique said. “Are you getting close?”
“Uh…Ug….” he grunted.
“Use your words for me, sweetie,” she coos.
“Yyes,” he manages to grunt out.
“It’s okay,” she said. “Cum whenever you’re ready. You were such a good boy for me, you’ve earned it.”
He let out one last grunt as he came. He collapsed back on the bed, panting. Monique lay down beside him.
“Hi,” he smiled.
“Hey,” she giggled, reaching out to stroke his face. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” he said.
“That’s good. Do you need anything? A snack? Water?”
“I could use some water,” he admits. She gets up and leaves, coming back with a bottle. He takes a grateful swig. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Aftercare is very important. Always remember that, okay?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She giggled, then kissed his cheek.
“Good boy.”
