They had been living together for about five years now. They had always enjoyed good sex, and tried all sorts of different things. They had gone through phases. They could be into something for months and then switch to a different sort of sex style for weeks on end, then switch back to an earlier phase. The trouble was that they were running out of ideas and possibilities as a a couple, without some third party assistance. And they both needed good sex in order to thrive. Not just to feel good, but their livelihood depended on it. Without good sex they lost their creative edge. She was a painter and a graphic designer, he was a web designer, mostly for well to done artists. They both had to keep their juices flowing to keep the inspiration gushing out. Lately, Lucia had been in the mood to try something radically different. She’d always enjoyed dominating Sean, but for some time now she had been fantasizing about taking it to the next level and live out a twisted plot she’d always been a little bit ashamed of.

One day, when staring a at blank canvass for more than three hours straight, exasperated, unable to come up with something new, she had decided to go ahead with it. ‘For the sake of art’.

Their part of town was a hotbed for artists, so it wasn’t hard to find a gay kindred spirit willing to lend a hand and a cock. Aaron, the personal assistent of some hot shot lawyer, lived only two blocks away. She’d sold two paintings to him, the first three years ago, and the second two weeks ago. With a similar painting tucked under her arm she worked up the courage to go over and somehow slip her proposition into the conversation.

She’d always fancied Aaron, ever since he had wandered into her small art gallery below the appartment she shared with Sean. He didn’t look gay at all, but something about his costumes and outfits gave it away. Perhaps it was because everything about his clothes matched a bit too well. The shoes, the pants, the vest, all tailored to fit exactly, the colors matching his eyes. Even his tie seemed to be picked to go along with the stubble on his cheeks. She also wondered what he would look like naked. If he wasn’t working or picking up ignored art gems at flea markets, he was up in the mountains, hiking. On the way over she had practiced an intricate scenario in which she would step by step reveal her plan to him. But once there, Aaron immediately spotted she hadn’t come over to try and sell one of her paintings. He’d sort of pressured her to just be straightforward about it.

When she had stammered her idea, he had grinned and repeated her line: ‘Sure, why not? For the sake of art, hey?’. She had relaxed a bit and after a small brandy she had laid down some ground rules. ‘Sean’s really not gay, he stares at every hot girl that passes us on the street, really twists his neck to stare at girls’ legs. But he needs to let go of control sometimes. He’s in a very competitive business, and the constant pressure of having to come up with new ideas never leaves him. I have something in mind that can’t fail to get work off his mind, for once. But here are the ground rules: you never kiss him, you never caress him, or touch him anywhere unless I tell you to. You’ll never make eye contact, and you never say a word, ok. I don’t want him to know who did it to him. It’s better if you remain faceless, at least for him.’ Aaron had smiled at her. ‘You look really uptight, especially for an artist, but you have a very dirty mind’, he said and grinned again. After a second brandy she worked up the courage to ask: ‘Are you really 100 percent gay?’. He laughed and said: ‘Let’s say I’m ninety percent gay’. They picked a date and a time. ‘I’ll do all the groundwork and prepare everything, just be there at 10 pm. Don’t be late. ‘I’ll try my best to come on time’, he replied.

On ‘d-day’, around 9.30 pm, she went to stand behind Sean who was still working on his computer. She threw a blindfold in front of his eyes and tied it into a knot behind his head. ‘Hey, what are you doing? I meant to finish that tonight.’

‘It can wait’, she said. ‘Now stick out your hands behind your back’.

‘What? Why?’, he asked, but did what she asked without waiting for a reply. Then he realized his mistake. He heard the cling clang clong of iron police handcuffs and felt the cold metal cut in his wrists.

‘Shht’, she said, ‘we are going to have a little fun and you are going to do exactly as I say or you’re going to dissapoint me and get me real mad, is that understood?’

He didn’t answer, so she said: ‘Good, that’s better.’ She tied a rope around his neck and pulled at it. ‘Now come along with me.’ She pulled him to the bedroom and moved him in front of the bed.

‘Kneel’, she said. Then she pushed him with his chest down onto the matrass. He fell with his head on the bed and had to struggle to free his nose in order to breathe.

She gently kicked against his feet. ‘Spread’, she said.

She took out a long spreader bar, put it between his legs and locked the bar right above his ankles. This kept his legs spread wide apart and completely immobilized him. She stood right behind him and proudly looked at her captive. She was wearing nothing but black leather boots and a see through night gown, cut three inches above the knee. This outfit always filled her with confidence. She squatted behind him now. With one hand she went sliding upwards from the inside of his thigh, slowly towards his sack.

Then suddenly, with an agressive jerk, she cupped his balls in her hands. That gesture always made her feel powerful. Like pulling on the reins of a horse. She fondled a bit to really get her fingers around his testicles, they were slipping upwards, past her fingers, but she wouldn’t let them. When she had them both in her tight fist, he moaned a deep grunt. The thought of hurting him ‘down there’ sent warm shivers through her body. His agony only emboldened her and now she really pulled them down, a good five centimeters, and then as far as they good go. With her other hand she slipped on a rubber cock ring, not around his cock, but around his balls. When the rubber snapped tight around his testicles, he moaned again, with a mixture of pain and pleasure. With the palm of her hand she tapped on his balls from underneath. ‘Whose balls are this?’, she asked. ‘Yours’, he said, short of breath. She pulled them down again. ‘Say it, my balls are yours, say it.’ He almost screamed with pain now, but did as she asked: ‘My balls are yours, my balls are your yours.’ Oh, how she loved hearing that. His balls were hers. Sometimes, just for a second, she had the urge to take them away from him.

Exactly on time, the door bell rang.

When she opened the door she was surprised Aaron presented her with a box of chocolates. The fancy kind. She stared at him in disbelief. ‘My mum taught me nice manners. Never arrive empty handed’. Something about his grin, and him being gay, made her very relaxed around him. Since there was no use trying to seduce him, she could blurt things out that she would normally never say: ‘That’s really sweet of you, but the important thing about tonight is that you leave with empty balls’. He gave her a peck on the cheek and handed her the box. ‘Good. I haven’t orgasmed in almost two week. My balls ache.’

She turned and guided him to the bedroom. ‘I know someone else with aching balls. But now it’s time to be silent. Remember the rules.’

He nodded and sneaked in behind her.

She went to lie on the bed, on her back, so that Sean’s head was between her legs. She lifted his head up a bit, and told him to lick her, but very, very slowly.

‘Even slower’, she said, ‘that’s still too fast. Do it right or I kick your balls with my foot, she slipped one foot under him and bumbed her toes against his sack which was all red now and screaming for release.

Aaron just stood there, watching, his hand tucked into the pockets of his stylish gray pants.

For a moment she was worried he’d turn around and leave. She made a questioning face, as if to say, so, aren’t you going to do something now?

He lifted his eyebrow, as if activated somehow by her glance. Aaron walked over to Sean, inspected what he saw and made eyecontact with Lucia. She took a long stare at his pants, until Sean stopped his slow motion licking to ask: ‘Who is that?’

‘You’ll soon find out’, she said. ‘Who told you to stop licking?’ She gave his balls a light kick.

Aaron slowly undressed and folded everything neatly on a chair in front of Lucia’s make-up table. By now she was dying to know what he had in store for them. When he finally turned around, she almost gasped. That wasn’t a penis, that was some sort of beast dangling between Aaron’s legs. He noticed her reaction and made a face saying, well, sorry, that’s how nature made me.

Aaron got on his knees. Lucia lifted herself up a bit, to watch. She saw how Aaron put the top of his penis against Sean asshole. ‘What is that?’, Sean almost yelled.

She kicked his balls, this time rather hard. ‘Shut the fuck up now. Relax, I’m in charge here, not you. If you say one more word I’m really going to bust your balls.’

Aaron pushed his big cock against Seans asshole again. She looked on and guessed his penis was at least as wide as three of her fingers held together. If she had known, perhaps she wouldn’t have arranged this. Sean had never had anything the size of that monstercock in his ass before. She couldn’t back down now of course and tell him to get dressed and go home. Sean would have to endure. Well, he deserved a little punishment, he’d not eaten her pussy in something like three weeks. She couldn’t leave such wanton neglect of marital duties to go unpunished, could she?

She saw Aaron spit saliva in his hands and rub it on his giant cock. It was cut, this was the first time she saw a cock with no foreskin in real life. She found herself wanting to try and fit it in her mouth. She wasn’t a size queen, but she couldn’t help being awed by the size of the thing.

Aaron got back in position and this time he slowly pushed it in. Sean made a raw grunt as it slipped entirely in. He started moaning as Aaron began thrusting in and out. He pulled out and plunged back in. Sean was getting crazy from it. She knew that if his hands were untied now he’d start jerking off and he’d come in seconds. Now he couldn’t, especially with that rubber band holding the sperm down in his balls, it would take a very long time for him to come. Aaron speeded up. Lucia could hear how Aaron’s balls were smacking into Sean, that’s how deep and fast he was thrusting now. Lucia squeezed her breasts and looked on. Satisfied with her choice, but getting more and more dissapointed about his being gay. She started to see how his muscular body was getting wet with sweat. With every thrust she could see the muscle around his belly flex. Combined with his loud, animal like breathing, she was getting very wet herself. She told Sean to speed up a bit. With such a monstercock in his ass, Sean couldn’t focus too well, she had to push her moist cunt into his face and push her foot against his balls to get him going again. With his tongue he flicking up and down, a bit faster now. She wondered if she could allow herself to come already or whether she should save it for later and see what would happen next.

She noticed Aaron was speeding up, he had his hands on Seans hips and pulled him hard on his cock. Lucia imagined herself in Sean’s position and the thought alone brought her close to orgasm, so eventually she pulled away and went over to her boys. She knelt beside Sean and took his balls in her hands and she squeezed them as hard as she could. ‘I’m going to squeeze all the juice out of you’. Sean’s penis was dripping wet and quivering, so eager to shoot that load, but she wouldn’t let him.

‘I’m going to come’, said Aaron suddenly.

‘Wait, wait’, she said, annoyed because he had broken the rule of silence.

‘I can’t wait much longer’

‘shht, no talking’, she said and with one hand against his chest she steadied him and slowed down his thrusting. ‘Wait I said. First you’re going to fuck the cum out of him.’

Lucia peeled the rubber band from around Sean’s balls. He sighed with relief and hope.

‘I’m going to milk you’, she said and she started pulling his balls up and down. Sean let out louder and louder moans now. She felt her clitoris tingle. Seeing men get so excited really made her own excitment run wild.

‘Ok, continue she said to Aaron.

Aaron immediately plunged in and rammed in and out.

Sean yelled. She was hurting him a bit, but she kept at it. Slowly up and down. Until finally she had her reward, and slowly, drop by drop, Sean’s sperm started to flow out. He was having an orgasm. But without touching his penis, she knew he could shoot it all out, there’d be left some for later. She looked up at Aaron who did have the freedom to shoot his whole load into Sean. First he thrusted deeper and deeper, then moaned with pleasure. He kept thrusting a bit, but then his movements became slower and slower, until finally he pulled his cock out of Sean’s ass. Once out he started losing his erection. Bit by bit it dropped until it was also a third of its previous size. Still quite big, in fact.

‘I think now it’s my time’, she said. Her excitement was taking away any restraint she had left and she took Aaron by the hand and pulled him with her to the bed. She pushed him onto his back. He looked at her, surprised. Like a dog looks at its owner when it doesn’t quite understand a command. She touched his cock with one finger, she slid up and down over its skin, but to little avail. It didn’t arise to its full glory. ‘We’ll need some help, Sean’. That seemed to sound just right to Aaron, because before Sean could utter even as much as one word in protest, Aaron had slid offer and pushed his cock in Sean’s mouth. Lucia looked on as the cock grew to its full size in Sean’s mouth. When the resurrection was complete, she pulled Aaron back and straddled him. She let herself sink down on his monstercock. Slowly she felt herself stretch, nothing this size had ever entered her. It was slightly painful, but in a good way. When it was all in, she stopped, took Aaron’s hands and put them on her breasts. ‘Kneed them’, she said. Which he took a touch too serious and he started kneeding her breasts as if they were dough and he was about to bake bread. It hurt, but not enough to make him stop. Then finally she allowed herself to move, carefully, up and down. With this thing inside it was impossible not to hit her G-spot. Five minutes of this, she reckoned, and she’d come. But why stop there? She continued riding him till she was really on the verge of an orgasm and then suddenly stopped and slid off him. She turned to Sean and said: ‘Honey, I don’t want you to feel left out’. Both Aaron and Sean gave her a puzzled look.

She turned with her back to Aaron, went on all fours across him, and let herself drop on his cock again. This time it went in a whole lot smoother. Her pussy was facing Sean again and he didn’t need any explanation as to what was expected of him. With Aaron’s monstercock inside her and Sean’s nimble tongue on her clit, she had the deepest, loudest orgasm she -and the neighbours- would remember for a very long time to come. Aaron shooting his second load of the day in her pussy was the icing on the cake.