Page 19 of Bender

Over the past few days, they’ve told me bits and pieces about their lives before I found them. I know Blu had a mostly typical teenage experience before a lowlife boyfriend trafficked her.

Grey, though, he lived in captivity virtually his whole life. Fortunately, sad as it is, those first years in Huber’s home, he wasn’t harmed sexually. It wasn’t until he aged into Huber’s profile-specific target age that he began to be abused in that way. For as thankful as I am that Grey didn’t have to endure a decade of sexual abuse, it’s a damn good thing Huber is already dead. The ways I’d torture him, if I ever got the chance, would be earth shattering.

That’s the knowledge that prepared me for Grey to be more hesitant in exploring the feelings between us. Why Blu and I, through wordless agreement, have been keeping Grey in the dark about my attraction to them both.

I’ve seen the interest in both of their eyes. Grey stares openly, watching and emulating how I do things. Sometimes, I’ll notice him touching things I’ve recently touched, almost reverently. Part of me worries it’s just a touch of hero worship. That he’ll get over it, over me, once he’s outgrows the shadow of what happened to him. The only thing I can do is resolve to earn his love, so when he’s ready to go out and conquer the world, he flies back home to me.

Blu watches me far more covertly. She weighs my actions and, I guess, compares them to the ways she’s been treated in the past. Having knowledge that intimacy can bring pleasure might have made her more confident in her attraction to me, but I think her drive to protect herself and Grey holds her back. From what she’s told me, everything was good with her boyfriend until it wasn’t. And when things went bad, they went very, very bad. So bad she wound up in a cage, under the control of a sadistic piece of shit.

“I want to be ready now,” she says, showing a hint of stubborn sprite I’ve seen peeking out a few times.

“Okay, then I’ll sit right here and let you take your kiss.” I call on the deep well of patience the Army instilled in me to hold myself still. The iron bar of my cock, strangled in my jeans and deliciously pinned between her tight little rear end and my thigh, is the only thing moving. It thumps and pulses under her, the force of my lust bouncing her up and down in time with my pounding pulse.

“If I don’t go after what I want, he wins. Doesn’t he?” she mumbles.

“He can’t win, Jellybean. Never again. His power over you is only in your memories. He’s dead,” I remind her. I can’t undo what was done, and I can’t be the one who killed him, much as I wish I could. But I can ensure she knows his control died with him.

“Super dead. Gross dead,” Grey chimes in, a sly smile on his face even as he squints his eyes closed against the memory of seeing Huber’s body on the floor of the man’s office. My poor darling has woken with nightmares nearly every night from what he saw. Truthfully, it would be more alarming if the two of them weren’t having trouble sleeping after everything they’ve been through. We’re working on it, though. I believe, in time, they’ll be able to move beyond what was done to them.

Blu smashes her open mouth against my lips then. She moves so quickly I don’t have a chance to angle our heads, and our teeth clack together angrily. I move to pull back, to check on her, but her hand tangles in the short hair at the back of my skull to hold me still. I force my jaw to relax, allowing her tongue to sweep inside my mouth to explore. Against my leg, Grey rubs himself back and forth, easing his need with my body.

It’s a heady feeling, being the instrument my precious ones use to discover pleasure. Precum soaks my boxers and jeans from my body’s response to their experimentation on me. I’d thought myself so noble for refraining from jerking off to the fantasy of the two of them over the past few days. Rationalized it would be creepy to allow my imagination to envision claiming them before they were ready.

That nobility is costing me now, though, as the weight of Blu’s slight body undulating on my cock has me nearly ready to cream myself. There’s no use in holding myself back, it’s been too damn long since I was this close to anyone, and add in the intensity of my feelings for Blu and Grey, and it’s a lost cause.

I relax the last tendrils of my own control, relishing the jets of cum that pulse in time with Blu’s tongue stroking along my own. My pants are soaked in no time, but all I care about is the way Blu and Grey tremble and grind against me, their gasps and moans telling me everything about how lost in pleasure they are.

Chapter

Seventeen

GREY

“Have you ever been given pleasure, Sweet Boy?” Konrad’s voice is so deep and rumbly. It’s making my…my penis ache. I’ve had hard-ons before. I’m not totally broken. But I was just a kid when I was sold, and all my growing happened under the thumb of my master. So I almost don’t know how to answer. The truth would ruin this, and all I want is to live in the these good moments with Blu and our superhero.

“That was against the rules, Konnie. If anything felt good, he made sure to take it away from us. From Grey.” Blu speaks for me, and as humiliating as it is to have the shame of being master’s subhuman pet discussed, Konrad needs the truth. He’s so careful with me. So kind. I can trust he won’t punish me for getting hard.

“You know, Jellybean, I think if anybody but you two ever called me Konnie, they’d be getting their face caved in. Let’s keep that little nickname just between the three of us. For the protection of the rest of the world, yeah?” Konrad winks at Blu, and she giggles.

His threatened violence should scare me. Should. Instead, it feels like a warm blanket to crawl under. Konrad’s strong. Fierce. Powerful and capable. He’s a man in every way that Blu’s ever described what real men are like. And though it’s definitely too soon to believe in love, it’s definitely not too quick to revel in owning a man like Konrad. He’s made it obvious, over and over again in the past days, that he’s ours. A gift we don’t have to beg for.

“Grey, Peanut, I feel you moving your little body against my leg. Does that feel good? Can you be brave and tell me?” Konrad’s eyes bore into me. Seeing me. I’m helpless to refuse him the truth. I nod. It feels so good. But there’s a need for more. I’ve had what Blu says are wet dreams. Times when I’ve woken up and found slippery sticky mess smeared on myself. But I’ve never had an orgasm while awake.

I want this heavy achy feeling to go on forever, but I want the bigger, achier feeling that’s shimmering just out of reach even more. I press my hips into his shin, rocking from one side to the other. My erection rolls a bit, mashed between us the way it is. The friction feels so good.

“Do you want me to make you come, Sweetheart? To give you an orgasm?” Konrad asks. Blu’s eyes ping pong from him to me, and she swirls her hips on his lap like the idea of watching him touch me turns her on, too.

“Please, Superhero. I-I don’t know what to do,” I stammer.

“That’s okay, Peanut. I’ve never made another man come, either. It’s a first for us both,” Konrad soothes.

“I’ve never… I’ve never watched anything like this, either,” Blu pipes in. Her cheeks are bright red, and she’s staring at where Konrad’s hand reaches for the waistband of my sweats.

“Perfect, baby girl. We’re all sharing some big firsts today. That is, if you are both on board for me to give you pleasure?” he asks.

“Me, too?” Blu questions.

“Of course, Jellybean. Let’s show Grey what an orgasm feels like, first. Then I’ll lie down on the floor, and you can climb onto me and ride my face for your own pleasure. Would you like that?” He says it all so casually, as though this is just as complicated as choosing if we should have grilled cheese or ham sandwiches for dinner.

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