Notes: This story features one dominant man, one switch man, and one submissive woman, all in a consensual polyamorous BDSM encounter with each other. This includes sex between both male characters.

This story, including all names and people, is entirely fictional and not based on any real life experiences or events.

I’m sitting on the couch in our living room, scrolling mindlessly on my phone, when it’s suddenly snatched from my hands.

“Hey!” I whirl around on the couch, finding a snickering Aaron, scrolling through my phone. “Give that back!” I can’t see what he’s doing, but his fingers are flying over the screen while he runs away from me.

I chase him through the house, all while yelling after him. “What are you doing, Aaron?” I yell as I turn a corner into our kitchen and smack right into his hard chest.

He holds my phone above us, his phone hovering over the send button for something, but I don’t get a chance to see what he’s sending and to who before he hits it. “Aaron!” I exclaim, baffled. He hands me my phone back at last, and my eyes widen at what he sent.

Hi, Master, I just came to thoughts of pegging you, I know you told me I’m not allowed to touch myself, but I don’t care. Love you, bye!

It’s sent to Rhys, and right as I go to delete it, the Sent text changes to Seen.

“You’re such an asshole, Aaron!” I yell, hitting him in the shoulder. He barely even budges.

“I think today is going to get a lot more interesting, don’t you?” He sounds so giddy, like he can’t wait to see how Rhys will paddle my ass.

“I’ll tell him you sent that against my will. It’s ridiculous anyway. Pegging? Really? At least make it believable.” Now, pegging Aaron on the other hand…

Aaron lets out an obnoxious laugh, then twists and pins me against the kitchen counter behind me. “I’ll just tell him you wanted to intentionally provoke him. You have a tendency to do that, don’t you?” I do, and my cheeks heat. The amount of times Rhys has beat my ass raw, only for me to mouth off a minute later and receive the exact same treatment again, is too many times to count. I love it, and if Aaron gets away with this, then I suspect it’s more than my ass on the line.

“Hold on, what if…” I bite my lip seductively, exactly the way he goes crazy for. “I make it worth your while, for you to tell him the truth?” It’s a long shot, but the idea excites me, nonetheless.

A humourless laugh escapes his puffy lips. “What, you’ll suck my cock, and in exchange I’ll tell him the truth and I’ll get punished instead?” He lets out a whistle. “No, thank you.”

“No, I’ll do more than that. Anything you like, Aaron.”

“Anything?” he asks with disbelief in his voice.

“Anything.” I bite my lip again, looking him up and down to entice him further.

His hand grips my jaw, and our lips meet in a chaste kiss. “I find it funny how in an attempt to get out of your punishment, you want to break another rule.” He’s speaking of one of Rhys’s most important rules, that Aaron and I can’t fuck each other without permission. I’m beyond caring. “I feel like this is a poor attempt to get me in trouble, Violet.” The way he purrs my name makes me weak in the knees, and he knows it.

“And why would I do that?” I ask innocently.

“Why, there are so many reasons. Mostly, I think you’re just a little brat who gets off on making our Master angry.”

I almost nod. We both know it’s true, but I’m trying my damnedest to convince him otherwise.

Instead of offering him another lie, I grab his shirt and pull his mouth down to mine. He stiffens in surprise, but quickly leans into me and lets me part his lips with my tongue. It’s a hungry kiss, one I make even hungrier by grazing his stiffening erection over his jeans. He groans, gripping at my waist like he owns me, and I know I’ve won.

“We shouldn’t,” I breathe into his mouth, feigning reluctance to make our act even dirtier. He might call me a little brat, but god knows Rhys has two little brats on his hands.

Or, well, judging by the way I have to angle my neck to kiss him, Aaron is a very large brat.

He hums. “I think we should.” My fingers grip around his length over his clothes, urging him to continue. “Anything I want, little brat?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Turn around and bend over,” he orders, and I do just that. His palm smacks my ass, making me gasp. “These fucking leggings, Violet.” He leans into my neck and pushes his fingers against my core from behind. “They could bring a man to his knees.”

I shiver in anticipation. “Then get on your knees.”

He laughs like I’ve just suggested the earth is flat. “No, baby. You said anything I want. Your opinion is irrelevant.”

Aaron is definitely a switch. He keeps saying he’s a submissive, and the way he looks up at Rhys when he fucks his mouth would definitely have you believe that, but Aaron gets off on dominating me in equal measure. I’ve never been able to dominate him before. I’ve tried, but he always snaps and takes charge of our encounters. The only person he’ll submit to is Rhys, and the only times I’ve taken charge of Aaron’s body is when Rhys orders him to stay still for me. It’s like Aaron gets off on fucking with my head by claiming to be submissive, all while he bends me over and fucks me like he wants to hurt me.

Aaron, totally not a switch, rips my leggings down with such force I’m afraid they might tear. His hand slaps my ass again, this time skin on skin, and I moan at the sting. He soothes the spot he just slapped with his hand. Another slap, this time on the opposite cheek, pushes a yelp out of my throat. Aaron leans down to my ear. “If you think this is bad, just wait to see what Rhys is going to do to you later.”

“He’s not going to find out about this, Aaron,” I say, though I secretly hope he does.

He laughs, like he can read my thoughts, then he yanks my panties down and sheathes himself inside me, all in one motion. I squeeze around his cock, letting out a moan, and he grabs me by the throat and starts fucking me into the counter.

He’s relentless in his thrusts. My hips keep painfully bumping into the counter, but Aaron doesn’t care. All he wants is to take me, to take advantage of the deal I foolishly struck.

The grip on my throat tightens, making it difficult to breathe, just as his other hand gives several hard slaps to my ass.

“Fuck,” Aaron moans, and I can tell he’s close. I clench around him to make him come faster, it’s too much.

He stills, and I think he’s about to come inside me, but nothing comes. At first, I think he’s trying to last longer, but then I feel him pulling out. No, he’s being yanked out.

“What’s this I hear about pegging me?” Rhys growls into my ear.

Shit.

He must’ve rushed home when he saw the text. I thought we’d have enough time to finish, and now we’re completely fucked.

Rhys grips me by the back of my neck and pulls me to standing, twisting me around so I’m facing him. He’s so impossibly tall, just barely taller than Aaron. Aaron, standing behind the other man, looks at me with this impish smile on him. I glare back. He got me in trouble, the asshole.

Rhys shakes me like I’m a ragdoll when I don’t reply. “It was him!” I yell and point to Aaron. “He stole my phone.”

“Classic excuse, princess. Try again.”

“I mean it, Master! I didn’t send that!” I’m begging him, looking up into his gorgeous brown eyes. His matching hair looks dishevelled, laying haphazardly over his forehead. Then, his eyes narrow at me, and I gulp. He probably thinks I’m trying to throw Aaron under the bus, I realize. I can’t fucking prove that I’m telling the truth, and it terrifies me.

Our Master slowly looks between us, like he’s trying to tell who’s telling the truth. Or, well, Aaron isn’t really saying anything, which is only making me look worse. “Please,” I breathe out when his impossibly firm grip doesn’t relent.

“What do you say, Aaron?” Rhys asks in a panty-melting firm tone. “Is she lying?”

Aaron looks at me, and for a moment, it looks like he’s considering lying, but for some reason, he doesn’t. “She’s not, Sir.”

Surprise flickers in Rhys’s expression. I mirror the motion, I genuinely thought Aaron was intent on screwing me over tonight. Maybe I’m safe.

A firm shake of my neck jostles me, and I realize I’ve been staring at Rhys’s white button-up for way too long. “What’s that look of hope you have in your eyes?” he asks me, and said hope quickly deflates. “You let him fuck you. Why.”

“I didn’t want to,” I lie.

“Unlikely, considering how wet you are, little slut.” He swipes his hand through my wetness, and I gasp. His fingers shove into my mouth, forcing me to suck them clean. “What does that taste like?” he mutters, not letting me answer. “Like you’re a desperate little whore for his cock?”

I moan at his words, even though I desperately want to deny his accusation.

Rhys keeps his fingers shoved into my mouth while he speaks to Aaron, ignoring me. “Go wait in the playroom, boy.” Aaron leaves without another word, leaving me to quiver against Rhys’s hard chest.

His fingers pull out, and I gasp for air. “Tell me what really happened, angel,” Rhys commands me.

“I didn’t– I mean, we didn’t mean to.”

“That’s not what it looked like.”

He glares at me, still while gripping my neck in his firm grip, and I deflate. “He sent the text, and I–I was scared you’d be angry with me, so I told him he could fuck me if he just told you the truth about the text. I’m so sorry, Master.” And I am, but most of all, I’m fucking terrified.

“Did you initiate the deal?”

I nod.

He hums. “That’s what I thought. Seems I have two brats to punish tonight instead of just one.” He gives me a pointed look, and I nearly fall to my knees.

“No, no, please, I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sure you are,” he deadpans as he starts dragging me, leggings still stuck around my thighs, into the playroom.

It’s not a big room by any means, having been converted from an office, but it has enough space for plenty of fun. It lacks a bed, seeing as there’s not enough space, but it has plenty of toys and restraints hanging on the walls. There’s a bench in the corner, designed for several positions, and in the ceiling hangs a hook.

Under said hook, kneels Aaron, completely naked now, with his hard cock jutting out. His eyes are downcast, but his head twitches, like he tried to look up but stopped himself, when we enter the room.

“Strip and kneel next to him,” Rhys orders me, and I rush to obey, practically ripping my clothes off. Once done, I kneel demurely next to Aaron, gaze downcast just like his.

Rhys paces in front of us, leaving us squirming and writing with nerves at his feet.

“Master?” Aaron tries, and I glance at him, baffled that he’d speak without permission. Rhys stills, clearly as baffled as I am, and looks down at the man. Aaron squirms a little under his gaze, but continues, “I–I goaded Violet into letting me fuck her. It was my fault.”

I gape at him. Why the fuck would he say that? He doesn’t know that I told Rhys the truth just now, but why even take that chance? Why make his punishment worse?

Rhys grips his chin in a firm grip. “Violet told me the truth, already.”

Aaron visibly pales, realizing his mistake. “She–“

“She what?” Rhys demands as his grip tightens. “She’s lying? Is that it?”

Aaron shakes his head.

“That’s what I thought.” A pause. “Stand up, the both of you.” We do as we’re told, and Rhys turns around and walks over to the wall with all the restraints. He returns shortly with a pair of metal handcuffs, then faces me. “Give me your wrists, princess.” He fastens both of my wrists in the handcuffs, causing the metal to dig into my small wrists. “Raise them above your head.”

I pale, realizing what he’s planning, but I follow his order anyway. He unfastens one of the cuffs from the chain, before looping it through the hook in the ceiling, then refastens it again. The hook is so far up that I’m forced to stand on my toes, which causes me to spin and dangle awkwardly, as I’m struggling to maintain my balance.

Aaron is standing next to me, still taller than me, even on my toes, with a shameful look in his eyes, like he feels bad for me. Rhys places something in the other man’s hand, and I pale when I realize it’s a flogger. “Whip her,” Rhys commands.

After a moment’s hesitation, Aaron nods, and whips the flogger in the air a little to get a feel for it. Rhys walks over to the wall, casually leaning against it with one ankle crossed over the other.

The silence in the room is so tense, broken only by my heavy breathing, and the chain rattling above me as Aaron turns me around with a hand on my hip. I take a deep breath and hold it, for what feels like a minute, and just as I release it, the first strike lands squarely on my ass.

I cry out and stumble forward from the impact. Aaron patiently waits for me to find my balance before he continues, landing another one right on target. My skin is on fire already, only after two hits, and I catch sight of Rhys looking at us with rapt attention, making sure the impacts are to his liking.

Another hit lands, this time on my upper thighs, and I scream even louder. The chain between my wrists rattles as I rapidly shake my hands.

Another hit, and another.

As Aaron lands another particularly hard strike, I let out a loud, “Fuck!” and start spinning around, trying to shield my ass from another hit.

It doesn’t work.

Instead, Aaron brings the flogger down straight onto my chest, hitting my aching, pierced nipples. This is way worse than my ass, and the scream I let out is one of near pure dread. I spin around again, almost involuntarily, and another hit lands on my ass.

This pattern continues until I’ve lost count of the amount of strikes he’s given me. I spin around in circles on my toes, giving Aaron access to every inch of my stretched body. Then, Rhys’s deep voice cuts through the fog, saying, “Give her five more. Make. Them. Hurt.”

I almost cry, no I am crying. Tears are running down my face as I anticipate the next five strikes.

The first one hits right where he originally started hitting me, and it’s the hardest yet.

That is, until the second one beats it, hitting the same spot.

The third is lighter, but Rhys notices. “Harder, boy. Three more.”

I scream as he gives me another strike equally hard as the first.

I spin around again, but it’s too late to turn, as his fourth strike hits me in the chest again.

His last one hits right on my upper thighs, grazing my aching pussy, and I let out a loud, pained cry at the impact.

We’re both breathing heavily, for different reasons, but equally as intense. Rhys comes up behind me, holding me firmly in his grip. “Such a good girl, taking all of his strikes.” My heart warms at his praise. I’m never in any real danger with these men, and moments like these remind me of that. “You okay?” he whispers, so only I can hear it.

Every part of me is screaming, but I give a firm nod, even as tears are rolling down my face. His fingers rub under my eyes, catching them, before inserting them into my mouth and forcing me to suck my tears off him.

It’s degrading, and I can’t get enough.

“I think it’s time for Aaron’s punishment, don’t you agree?” He says it just loud enough for Aaron to hear, and he pales.

I smile around Rhys’s fingers, nodding.

I can tell Aaron desperately wants to say something, but his desire to please Rhys overrides it. Besides, I think a small part of him was jealous of the whipping I received.

Rhys releases me, rubbing at my sore wrists for a moment, then I go to take Aaron’s whip from him.

“No,” Rhys says. “Give it here.” Aaron obeys, but I tilt my head in confusion.

“Master? I thought I was going to whip him?”

He just gives me a wicked grin in response, then cuffs Aaron’s hands and hangs him the same way he did me. Considering how tall he is, he can actually stand firmly on the ground, unlike how I was practically dangling by my wrists.

Lucky you, I almost say, but I keep my mouth shut.

He still can’t really move much, though there’s more slack in his arms than I received.

Rhys comes around behind me and grabs both my wrists, pulling them behind my back. His other hand snakes across my front before firmly grabbing my throat, and I gasp. “I’m going to fuck you in front of him,” Rhys murmurs, barely loud enough for Aaron to hear.

I grin from ear to ear. “What a lovely idea, Master.”

Rhys gives me a light slap between my legs, which hurts like hell because of the whipping earlier. “Careful, little brat. You’re not allowed to come.”

I deflate a bit, but give a firm, “Yes, Sir,” despite it.

Aaron’s cock twitches in front of us, pre-come leaking from the tip, as he rattles the chains above him. He does not, in fact, love this idea, but he’s powerless to stop it, too.

Rhys moves the bench from the corner to right in front of Aaron, then bends me over it so I’m facing him, and my ass is facing Rhys behind me.

And then he plunges into me.

I didn’t even hear his zipper open, but I don’t have time to think about that, not as he’s ravaging me from behind and pushing moans from my throat. “Oh, fuck,” I gasp when his hands firmly grip my waist.

Aaron is breathing so heavily from where he’s hanging, I’m surprised he’s not coming all over my face just from the sight of this. One of Rhys’s hands reaches in front, pinching my nipple, and I let out a gasp, I can practically feel the orgasm approaching.

Aaron’s cock keeps twitching in my face, so close to me. I catch his eye, and a mischievous, unspoken plan forms between us. He starts swinging just a little closer, and I start pushing the bench just a little with every thrust, until I can stick my tongue out and lick the salty liquid off his cock.

Suddenly, Rhys grips me hard by the hair. “Fucking brat,” he growls with a firm tug to my hair and a slap to my ass. He doesn’t stop fucking me, though, but now he’s uncontrolled. His thrusts are punishing, designed to hurt me, and I can’t get enough of it.

“You whore,” he tells me. “You just want his cock in your little mouth, don’t you?”

“Y–es,” I pant out, the syllables broken up by his thrusts. “Oh, god. Please, Master, let me suck his cock,” I beg him.

Rhys pulls out and releases me, and I pant, deflated on the bench. “On your knees in front of him. Now.” Excitement runs through me as I obey, facing Aaron’s engorged length and waiting for permission to lick it.

Rhys grabs a bottle of lube and gets up behind Aaron, and I immediately understand his plan for us. “You’re not allowed to come until I say, got it?” he firmly tells him.

“Yes, Sir,” Aaron breathes, though I can tell it pains him to get out. He’s looking down at me so desperately, and I mirror his gaze.

With that, Rhys starts probing the other man’s backside, and moans slip out of Aaron’s lips instantly. “Fuck, Master,” he breathes. I still haven’t received permission to put his cock in my mouth, and I’m practically buzzing with energy, waiting.

“You ready?” Rhys asks after a few minutes. Aaron nods instantly, and Rhys enters him.

The sight of Aaron’s surprised gasp is truly a sight to behold, the way he’s immediately panting, near begging to come. He’s being fucked relentlessly, and his cock keeps bumping into my face, making it twitch every time.

“Master?” I ask, catching his eye.

“Go ahead, sweetheart,” he pants. “Make him beg.”

And I do just that, taking his entire length into the back of my throat. “Fuck!” Aaron yells out at what must be an overwhelming sensation. Rhys picks up the pace, practically forcing Aaron’s cock deeper into my throat, making me gag. I use my hands to fondle his balls, lightly tickling them, which makes his face even more pained.

I can tell he’s close, but I’m not stopping.

“Master, oh my god, please, let me come in her mouth, please!” he begs.

Rhys doesn’t even reply, keeping him on edge as he fucks him harder. My tongue swirls around the thick head, and I can practically feel his come being pushed out with every thrust.

“Sir, I can’t…I can’t hold back,” Aaron begs in a pathetic voice.

“Come in her mouth, fucktoy.”

The derogatory nickname unleashes him, and soon, hot spurts of come are rushing down my throat. Rhys plunges all the way into the man’s backside, pushing him all the way into my throat, and I swallow rapidly to not let a single drop escape my lips. Aaron is shaking as he comes, unintelligible noises pouring from his mouth, and then he stills.

Rhys pulls out, and Aaron pulls out of my mouth. Rhys releases the other man from his restraints, then murmurs something in his ear I can’t quite hear, before Aaron walks over to the bench behind me and sits down.

I still haven’t been allowed to come, and I’m going a little crazy here on the floor, frankly.

Rhys approaches me, then, rapidly fucking his hand until his come releases onto my face. I gasp in shock, but then hurriedly lap up all the liquid close to my mouth. I go to clean the rest of it off, but Rhys grabs my wrists, stopping me.

“Don’t you dare wipe that off, little girl,” he growls, and I still at his firm tone.

“Sir?” I ask cautiously.

Instead of answering me, he grabs some handcuffs and restrains my hands behind my back.

“Master?” I ask again. “Can I–“ I’m about to ask if I can come, but Rhys cuts me off.

“No.” His tone leaves no room for argument.

“But–“ I start, but Rhys’s hand grips my cheeks, rubbing his release over my face.

“But nothing. I say you don’t get to come, and that’s that.” Without any further promises of release, he just looks at me, waiting for me to acknowledge his command.

Even though it fucking kills me, I nod and say, “Yes, Sir.”

He gives me a loving kiss on the forehead, showing me without words that he’s proud of me, that he loves me.

But then…

“She’s yours the rest of the night,” he tells Aaron, and my heart drops. “She’s not allowed to come, no matter how hard she begs. Have fun.”

With that, he leaves, and Aaron walks in front of me, cuffed and kneeling, and gives me a terrifying smirk, dangling a vibrator from his hand.

“Your punishment is far from over, brat.”

This was a little different from what I've written before, but I hope you liked reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it🤭💞