Page 3 of Experiments in Love
“Isn’t that called something? Cars? Buses?” His head cocked and he frowned again. “Something like that. I don’t want to upset anyone.”
Because someone had clearly told him that would be bad?
“If the experiment is done someplace like a BDSM club with everyone having full consent and knowledge about what would happen, I don’t see a problem.” When his face scrunched up, I kept walking through the idea. “You’d have your partner with you to keep you turned on and focused on him, so it would be like he’s using the other penises to get you off, or at least attempting to get you off.”
Something had him shifting his head into both hands and he looked curious. “Would a boyfriend or date or partner…Dom? Yes, would the sub’s Dom want something like that?”
He had the most interesting questions.
“As long as it aligned with the Dom’s kinks and limits and as long as he was in charge of the scene, I think it would be fine. Arousing even.” Understatement of the year right there. “It just needs to be with the right partner and the right participants.”
Nodding slowly, my new friend seemed to be following along with my logic. “It would be about control for the Dom, so I’d probably need to let him pick the people and make sure he felt like he was in charge.”
Had he ever submitted or had it just sounded like an interesting idea?
“Yes, but the sub has more control over the scene because he ultimately says if he’ll do it or not, and his limits have to be respected.” Not sure how much real-life experience he had, I continued. “If one of your limits in the scene would be to meet all the men, your Dom would need to come up with a way to make that limit work for all of you.”
“Yes.” He perked up like a happy puppy. “I would have limits.”
Had he not realized that?
“Correct. Everyone in the scene would have limits including the other men who’d be letting you test-drive their cocks.” My ridiculous wording got a giggle from my new friend. “They might want to meet you first or a limit for them might be that you need to be allowed…encouraged even…to orgasm.”
“So it wouldn’t be just transactional.” Glad he got that part at least, I watched as he wiggled his head side to side.
I had a feeling his ass was moving counter to his head, and as I imagined it waving back and forth, I did my best not to leer at him. “Correct. They need to have fun in the scene beyond being live test dummies. We don’t want them to feel bad about the scene just like we wouldn’t want you to feel bad either.”
“The drop thing.” My new friend looked pleased with himself when I nodded. “The Dom and the sub can experience that because of the emotions and hormones that are produced in intense scenes.”
Sounding a bit like he’d read that on a website, it made me even more confident that the whole situation was completely hypothetical to him.
“How do you think it would feel to know that your partner arranged for you to be fucked?” Not wanting to downplay what we were talking about, I didn’t use a euphemism for sex. I wanted to cut right through to what would actually be happening. “Would it bother you if your partner picked someone else out to fuck you?”
Blink.
Hum.
Thoughtful frown.
He made me want to smile but I did my best to keep a straight face. He seemed to need very clear feedback, so I wasn’t going to confuse him.
“What are you doing?” His friend was back. “Did you ask him if he wanted to talk or did you just assume?”
How was I supposed to keep from laughing?
“That wasn’t my fault.” My interesting friend turned around and was back to frowning. “How was I supposed to know that he’d taken some kind of weird vow of silence?”
Where had they been meeting people?
“Besides, this one talked to me first.” He sounded like he wanted to stick his tongue out at his friend, but he held himself back. “He has good insight into how to figure out my penis question.”
The groan that came from his buddy finally made me smile. “I’m not going to let you get fucked in here. I don’t care if he made it sound like a good idea or for scientific research.”
Shaking with barely suppressed laughter, I kept my mouth shut since talking didn’t seem like it would help my case.
“No, he’s talking about my finding someone to date who’s also a Dom and could plan out the scientific scene. Everyone would be happy and the goal would be to answer my question and for me to get pleasure from it as well. He’s very polite…and helpful.”
I wasn’t sure if his explanation made things better or worse.
