1. The Partnership
Then he whispered, “Come on my pretties.” Darting his
tongue quickly in my ear and burying his face
between the crooks of our shoulders.
Jude found a towel in a nearby closet and dried Ewan’s
now inkless body of water, and gently slung his long dusty black trenchcoat possessively over
Ewan’s shoulders. “Get dressed Jonny. We’re going to
my house.”
Ewan looked to his side to Jude, “The basement?” he
whispered reverently.
“Of course.”
The mystique present stirred my curiosity as the two
exchanged shimmering glances from the corners
of their twinkling eyes. I could not help but to ask,
“Why so excited about the basement?”
They exchanged a pair of mischievous smiles while Jude
pulled me close by the waist whispering in my ear,
“You’ll love it, I swear. It’s an Eden. The Tree of
Knowledge is bare, and the serpent has
gone mad.”
2. My The Snakes ARE Big Even If They’re Not Insane
The basement was very strange. The wall murmured a
crimson shade with an entire wall being taken up with
a reproduction of Picasso’s Guerinica telling its tale
of horror, war, and betrayal. The light seemed to be
absorbed by the strange painting and by the circular
bed in the center of the room.
The bed was bathed in black satin and velvet with red
tassels from the corners of pillow which were secured
to the bed by a circular iron cage that surrounded
the entire bed but a small mesh door with a massive
padlock keeping it closed. The bed had a ceiling high
above its shimmering black surface. Scarves, handcuffs
and chains were tied all around the bars with a wide
variety of whips hanging over the black abyss.
I suddenly heard a cooing and saw Ewan stroking a
pigeon’s head making a soft, odd noise for it seemed
to sooth it. He looked over at me; “It’s Duane.”
“Oh, you keep him at Jude’s house?”
“Yeah.” He put the little bird back in it’s cage
hanging in the corner, “My wife doesn’t want him
living with us anymore.”
“Why not?”
He looked down playing with a tortoise shell button on
the trenchcoat; “Duane's a very special bird. Eve doesn’t
understand our relationship. I don’t really want to
talk about it.”
I tried hard to hide my suspicions when I heard
footsteps and a jingle. I turned around to see a woman
with the poodle, Rudolph on a red leash to match his
collar.
3. A Really Understanding Gal
Her hair was brown and went to mid-neck framing her
large, expressful eyes. Something in them suggested
a playfulness and mischievous nature. I could only
assume that this was Jude’s wife, Sadie, having
never seen her myself. I prepared myself for trouble,
and began to feel a pang of guilt strike me as I
realized what I was going to do. But to my surprise and
joy she walked casually, and perhaps even
cheerfully to Jude and kissed his cheek offering him
Rudolph’s leash, ‘I thought you might like to have him
for your new one.” She murmured to him smiling at me,
“He’s very pretty, good catch. But anyhow, Eve and
I are going to be heading off for the motel.”
Ewan looked ever cocking his head slightly in
interest, “A motel?”
“Yeah, she always wanted to have sex in a cheap motel.”
Jude laughed, “Ewan used to have that fantasy all the
time. First one I finished off.”
“And that’s why I married Eve, we have the same
fantasies. Have you taken care of her cheap alley-sex
one?”
“Yes.”
“Jude’s good for that one. Well I hope you two have
fun.”
“Thanks!” she chirped running up to him and kissing
him on the cheek. She then ran up the stairs swinging
her purse, and I heard her leave the house upstairs
with a soft click of the door.
Jude then caught me with a wicked, ominous smile, and
commanded, “Take your clothes off.” In stern voice
not matching his expression.
4. Man’s Best Friend
I obeyed warily keeping an eye on him as I removed my
clothing. Jude passed me and swung into the caged
bed and beckoned me to join him. I crawled in feeling
the cold bars on my knees before the soft black velvet.
When I finally got beside him he tackled me shoving
me quickly back on the bed moving his hands over whatever
inch of my flesh was in reach. They pawed over me
like some hungry creature as I felt his breath nearer
to my face. He put his mouth to mine and gently offered
his tongue into my mouth which I took greedily
tasting him for the first time. I moaned softly when I
felt his hands grasp my wrists and guide them up the
hard iron bars. He pulled his mouth away and ground
his hips hard against mine, and his breath came in
sharp breaths against my shoulder. He stooped to
bind my wrist to the black bars.
And with a turn he left crawling out of the cage. I
whimpered trying to convince him to come back. When
he did, he had the poodle’s leash in hand and helped
Rudolph onto the bed unleashing him and closing the
door locking it. I looked over into his green eyes
pleadingly as panic and confusion encircled my psyche
like some horrid bird of prey. Surely this dog could
not be my entertainment.
My worst fears were confirmed when the standard
poodle, in all it’s wiry haired dog-like glory
straddled me running it’s soggy little doggie tongue
down my stomach. I think I probably screeched
like a girl when I felt the poodle’s tongue on my
cock. As I stared in horror, fairly certain this would
scar me for life, the wool-like hair fell away into
soft, smooth brown hair. The fur disappeared altogether
revealing smooth, flawless human flesh, and when
the poodle looked up, I only saw myself. The only
hint that the beautiful creature had once been a
dog was a red collar that circled his neck only adding
to his desirability.
“I’m your little fluffy thing.”
At that odd, ambiguous statement, I laughed seeming to
frighten the lovely boy poodle quite a bit. His blue
eyes widened and his beautiful, full pink mouth opened
just slightly.
I looked over at Jude who stared disapprovingly at me.
Ewan seemed to have disappeared from the room. Jude
stomped over the cage and harshly gestured for Rudolph
to come near and he began to whisper as an owner to
his dog, “Get his bone Rudolph, be a good boy, and get
that bone.”
I couldn’t help but laugh again and send poor
frustrated Jude into a pouting fit. This however was
interrupted when Ewan emerged from the adjoining
room in full Star Wars regalia. Jude grinned and
held out his hand grandly, “Ah my young padawan
learner, come to your master.”
5. Lightsaber Maintenance
Ewan came to him kneeling obediently before him at his
feet. I heard a zip, that echoed in the sparse,
darkened room; and with that Jude revealed his equipment.
“Obi-Wan, I want you to shine my lightsaber.”
Adopting his English accent he looked up at Jude and
murmured seductively, “Yes Master But how shall I
do it?”
Jude reached forward twisting one hand in Ewan’s long,
copper hair possessively, “With your mouth of course
my young apprentice.”
Jude moaned as he leaned forward and began to move his
tongue up and down the length of his lightsaber
and passionately wrapped his mouth around it working
over his throbbing, erect lightsaber. Jude grabbed
his hair with his other hand as well gasping into the
air and calling out Obi-Wan’s name. Ewan’s hands clenched
at the back of Jude’s pants and flexed in time with
the fury of his mouth.
Jude began to thrust faster groaning with pleasure
until he came hotly. He withdrew his lightsaber from
Ewan’s mouth and throat patting him approvingly on his
head.
‘You have done well Obi-Wan.”
‘Yes Master, Thankyou Master.”
Jude suddenly looked distracted and blankly, zombie-
like, walked upstairs leaving the basement like a zombie.
A very confused Ewan was still on his knees on the
plush black carpet, and I was still locked in the cage
with my non-poodle poodle twin. Twenty minutes later,
we wondered if Jude were ever returning. Finally he
did with no explanation whatsoever.
Still with a bland look of netrality he came up close
to my cage and began to wail at the bars with the
palms of his fists frightening poor Rudolph and I.
The sweet poodle boy was clutching onto my arm in fear
trembling slightly at the big noises.
6. Jude’s Revelation
Jude turned to Ewan his eyes ablaze; “You were
cheating on me with his little rat!”
Ewan blinked, “But we were going to have a threesome?”
“You think just because you cheat on me I’m going to
let you have your own little threesome? I won’t award
you for not being faithful! So just forget it asshole!
Get in the fucking cage asshole with all the other
assholes!”
Rudolph snickered, “Assholes…funny.”
Jude violently unlocked and opened the door pointing a
stern finger at the cage. Ewan bowed his head and
crawled into the cage and slammed it closed fastening
the iron padlock and making his angry way up the
stairs again.
7. The Joke
Ewan looked over at me, then looked over at Rudolph
and grinning victoriously cried, “HA!” The he paused,
“The joke’s on Jude. I’ve STILL got a threesome…with
twins! HA! And again…HA!” And the only sound in the
room was his laughter.
8. The Punch Line
Ewan looked over at Rudolph whispering something in
his ear being sure to interrupt his speech with friendly
nibbles on his earlobes. I watched intently damning
myself for not learning to read lips when I had the
chance.
Then Ewan returned his attentions back to me and began
to slowly strip off his Jedi gear looking me in the eyes,
his intense blue irises pulsating with lust He undid
the wide sash working at the rough cloth and shrugged
off the loosed shirt with a simple movement of his shoulders
and pulled his boots and socks off and slowly removed
his white pants, and with a soft half smile pulled
away his little matching Jedi knickers. He lay on his
back beside me reaching forward with his hand running
his fingers over my nipples teasing at them and stretched
a bit sighing, “Now finally, us.”
I smiled at him and would have grabbed him, but my
wrists were still bound above my head making me
vulnerable to whatever he was planning. And of course
the beautiful little tease was planning something
and crawled over to Rudolph and began to kiss him deeply
pushing his body up tight against Rudolph’s groaning
softly into his mouth.
My cock ached with jealousy as I saw Ewan push poodle-
boy down onto the bed and push his fingers up inside
of him kissing his chest running one hand up and down
his smooth torso. I struggled against the chains wanting
Ewan inside of me as was promised so many hours
ago in silent kisses and hot caresses. Finally in a
ragged, choked voice I managed a pleading, “Ewan?”
His eyes drifted up to me languorously, “Yes Jonny?”
He said quite innocently and managing a shocking level
of innocent appearance considering his activities
at the moment.
“Ewan damn it. I want you.”
His eyes burned firecely, and I believe mine smoldered
as they met and with an electric shock he came to me
kissing me as I wanted and untying me so I could touch
him. I dug my fingers into his back savoring the soft
smoothness of his flesh and pulling my legs around him.
It was my turn to play though and I pushed him away
rejecting him and dove for Rudolph who seemed perfectly
satisfied being treated as an object.
This did not have quite the effect I wanted it to
because Ewan stared at us together and began to
breathe harder just at the vision, and the entire idea
of myself doing myself intrigued me to indescribable
levels since the only difference between us was that
his hair was much shorter than mine, and that he had
the odd tendency to turn into a poodle.
I pushed him back on the bed and laid him flat
straddling his pelvis, and quite slowly began to impale
myself on his cock groaning seeing myself moan beneath
me. Sparklers were in the corner of my eyes as I
continued to ride him my energy building with each
thrust. I supported myself with one hand on his chest
as
I worked myself pumping into
my hand in rhythm. I felt a third pair of hands that
were Ewan’s running over our sweating bodies working
together, then only one hand as he began to work himself
his cries coming out in rhythm to ours and it seemed
then that I was doing both of them at the same time
when I closed my eyes and felt myself climax and I
collapsed in between the two exhausted and quaking
trying to catch my breath. They both buried their
faces in my neck and we all feel asleep clutching
to eachother.
9. Why I Hate Jokes, And Other Words Of Wisdom
It was a beautiful night that night I slept with
Rudolph and Ewan in the exhausted aftermath of our
lovemaking. That all became less enchanting, for three
years later, we are locked still in this bed, and
have seen no one but Jude who brings us food daily,
takes us for bathroom breaks, and shoves us in the
shower. The three of us have officially been declared
dead. Only Jude, Sadie, and Eve know what happened.
They are silent now like Egyptian idols with cold eyes
like stone. We clutch to eachother madly like strange
flowers withering together and dying on the same
vine. And Ewan laughs no more, for the joke has been worn.
