Page 29 of Bender

“Our boy’s tight ass is gonna make me come here in a second, and I’m thinking you need to be just as full as he is when I do. What do you think, Grey? You ready for your first ride?”

We’ve talked a lot about consent, bodily autonomy, and how to view our pasts. Grey’s not like me. I got to have sex with someone I chose to be with before I was trafficked. Grey never got to choose a partner. Konrad helped Grey see that, since he hadn’t gotten to give consent and make choices, he hadn’t really gotten to have sex. It was assault. I agree.

I didn’t expect Grey would be the first one them to fuck me, but it feels right.

“Blu?” Grey asks, and my heart swells at the look of adoration and love on his face. For so long, the two of us were two halves of a whole because it was our only option. I loved him because he was the only good, gentle thing in my life.

Now, I love him. Like Konrad, I know he would do anything for me. As I would for him. My heart pounds as I imagine giving him my body. Letting him inside me. Making promises about our forevers with my consent. I nod.

“Love me, Grey,” I whisper.

“I do. I love you so much,” he vows.

Konrad holds me steady as I rise off his face and wiggle until I’m close enough to Grey’s body that his erection presses between my labia and pulses against my stomach. He’s slender and long, nearly as lengthy as Konrad but without the immense thickness.

Together, their hands go to my hips and guide me until Grey’s cock is sheathed as deep in me as it can go. Our pelvises are mashed together just like our bodies are flush to one another.

“Color?” Konrad rasps. From below us, he can’t see our faces, so I lean to the side and look over my shoulder down at him.

“I love you, Konnie. I’m green,” I promise him.

“Green, but gonna, gonna, ohhhh,” Grey cries out, and I feel hot pulses of his cum filling me as his cock swells and kicks.

“Fuuuuuuck, your ass is milking me. I can’t hold back, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Konrad moans. Grey’s body slumps against me, his still hard penis inside me keeping me on the razor edge of orgasm but not enough to send me.

I try to hold still as they catch their breaths, but it’s hard with so much pent-up need churning inside me. I need to come so badly tears burn hot tracks down my cheeks. I bury my face in Grey’s chest, hoping they won’t notice.

“Ease off me, Peanut. Can you do that?” Konrad gently directs Grey to move, helping him pull out of me and off Konrad’s spent cock.

“Wha…?” Grey mumbles before slumping to the side, still breathing hard.

“Your turn, sweet girl.” Konrad lifts me with ease, laying me on my back next to Grey and rolling over to crawl between my splayed legs. My muscles feel like jelly yet as strong as a sprinter’s, seconds before the firing pistol goes off.

“You don’t…” I start, unsure of how to explain that I don’t expect anything. He just came. In my limited pre-capture experience, that means it’s time for the guy to roll over and pass out. Like Grey just did. I stifle the giggle threatening to erupt.

“Oh, but I want,” Konrad assures me as he buries his face in the mess of Grey’s orgasm and my arousal. It only takes a moment to have me back on the brink, staring into the vortex of orgasm waiting to obliterate me.

“Come for me. I want to taste your orgasm and his. Just like that. Good girl. Such a good girl. Fuck, I love you so much.”

His praise unlocks the door to my climax like a custom-designed key, and I shatter.

My last thought before sleep steals my conscious mind is that green is my new favorite color.

Epilogue

EPILOGUE 3 WEEKS LATER

BENDER

Every man at the table stares at the speakerphone set in the center, Anatoly’s deep voice with its heavy accent the only sound in the room. He called Shaw and said he had important information we needed to be aware of. I’m still not sure I trust the motherfucker. What kind of leader, what kind of man, has someone in his inner circle who could stand by and watch a monster like Huber hurt a defenseless boy like mine?

“I do not know any more than what I’ve told you. It is as a gesture of good faith that I tell you anything at all. You protect my daughter, and for that I am grateful. But I do not mistake us for friends, no?”

“Definitely not,” I growl. Shaw may be the prez of the club, Fame when we’re here in Church, but he’s got another think he needs to think if he expects me to trust the Russian.

“I may have another peace offering to make to you, to further convey apologies for my regrettable hiring of Vasily and the way he upset your boy,” Anatoly soothes.

“Tread lightly when you speak of my boy. Or my girl. Matter of fact?—”

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