#the kitchen won’t have a Single matching plate or utensil it’s all gonna be pretty and mismatched and bought from thrift and antique stores

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One of the only reasons I’m looking forward to being an adult is being able to like decorate my house or whatever like I do in animal crossing

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Derry - Chapter 1: I Mean, I Know I Screwed Up Somehow...

Author’s Note: Welcome to Derry! This is the first chapter of (hopefully lol) many. It sits at around 3618 words.

“Why is it called Derry if I don’t see any cows?”

Almost everything my four-year-old stepbrother says is a question. I glance over my shoulder from the driver’s seat, smiling as Gabriel sleepily sticks his thumb in his mouth. A bad habit, but not something to be nitpicky about after too many hours on the road.

“It’s three in the morning. The cows are asleep in their barns.” The marble-sized sugar-orb attached to the white paper stick dangling out of my mouth clinks against my teeth as I talk, slurring slightly to keep the artificial watermelon goodness from falling into my lap.

My father cracks an eye open and smiles. “You still good?”

We whiz by the sign welcoming us to Derry, a single-panel peeling paint monstrosity on the verge of teetering on the road. The first few houses appear soon after, though they’re far from the road, all rickety old boxy places mostly surrounded by yellow-green farmland and wooden fences keeping the animals from-

I brake, hard.

The tires squeal. The seat belt strapped across my chest strains against my body as the momentum rushes me forward, even as the rest of the car jolts to a stop. What only takes seconds feels like hours, hours of flying forward with nothing in front of me but a steering wheel and a windshield already cracked from flying road rocks.

In all the commotion, my lollipop flies from my mouth and adheres itself to the skirt of my sundress, a sticky-shiny trail of pink food dye trailing to where the candy rests, stick up, just above my knee.

After a moment of silence in the sudden stillness, in which I don’t think any of us knows what to do, Gabriel whines. My father leans over to check if he’s all right before turning his attention to me.

“Why’d you do that?” he asks.

But I’m too busy fighting for my breath to answer. Still staring beyond the windshield, where the drooling rabid dog that had suddenly appeared in front of the car has just as quickly disappeared.

Much to my father’s surprise, I was totally fine with switching one microscopic town for another, even if it was right before I was due to start my senior year of high school. Our old place was nice, but with Gabriel starting to grow up, and my need for personal space, we needed an upgrade. It didn’t hurt that the bonus that came with the job offer my father received was just too good to pass up.

And sure, the moving process sucks. There’s nothing like packing up every single thing in a house to cut everyone’s fuses short. There was more yelling just emptying the kitchen cabinets than when my father caught me coming in two hours after curfew. I’m sure that if my stepmother didn’t step in, we would have started throwing plates.

But finally, after weeks of preparation and paperwork, we were off. With every mile that separated us from our old town, a weight seemed to lift off my chest, lessening the aching guilt that came from leaving behind a place full of irreplaceable memories and childhood friends. The opportunities that lay ahead, of making new friends and tearing myself free of my former wallpaper identity, feel endless.

So, good riddance, Coal County. Hello, Derry.

More than a full day after we took our leave, we finally come to a stop in the slate gray driveway of our new house. Well, new-to-us; it could use a fresh coat of paint, the lawn and garden needed care, and the garage door has a dent in it. But just the sight of it makes me sigh with relief.

“I love th’ ground. I’m gonna kiss th’ ground,” Gabriel says, struggling with his seatbelt. “Dad, help me kiss th’ ground!”

“Gabriel, it’s dirty,” my father admonishes, though he appears to be feeling similarly sentimental towards stability.

Pulling up parallel to the lawn, my stepmother parks her car and hops out, straightening the hem of her shirt as she rushes over to check on us. She gives me a tired smile before flinging open the driver’s side door and freeing Gabriel from his seat. My gaze drops to my hands as she coos to him.

“I bet you need a proper nap,” she teases.

After a few seconds of silence following her words, I look up. She looks back expectantly, her eyebrows rising in obvious confusion.

“Oh, I didn’t think you were talking-” I clear my throat. “Yes. I do.”

Behind us, the moving van pulls up behind my dad’s car and parks. The two men Dad hired to be in charge of it hop out, nodding at us as they head to the back of the van to open the door. Sophia follows my gaze and shakes her head at me.

“Your father and I can handle unloading with them for now. You should get some rest. Please take Gabriel when you go inside.”

I pause, arms outstretched to grab Gabriel from her. “But there’s no furniture yet. It’s all in the truck.”

My stepmother bites her lip. “I suppose now’s as good as time as ever. Your father and I wanted to surprise you.” Gabriel squirms in her arms, displeased at the lack of attention. “We went ahead and had some stuff moved in. We furnished the room we thought would be the best for you. We thought that you deserved some newer things.”

I smile at the thought of finally replacing my old bed, a twin-sized slab of mattress on a frame made of wooden boards with ever-loosening nails. Every time I lay down, it threatened to collapse beneath me, dropping me the full foot-and-a-half to the floor. It’d been my bed since I had outgrown my crib. The mattress is permanently squashed and shaped to match the contours of my body. And while I’m usually all about memories and sentimental stuff, I can’t help but be excited at the idea of having a bed I won’t fall off of in the middle of the night.

“Thanks, Sophia.” I finally take Gabriel out of his misery, his fidgeting coming to a halt as soon as I have him perched on my hip. “I’ll check it out.”

My stepmother beams, my use of her first name clearly not escaping her. I’m still working on getting comfortable with calling her by her first name, even after years of her living in the same house and giving birth to my half-brother. I have to remind myself to use it, but the look on her face makes it worth the extra effort.

I blame it on our history; before she became my father’s new wife, she worked in the local hospice, and we’d see her every time we visited my grandmother. Back then, before I began to detect even a hint of attraction between the two of them, I knew her only as Nurse Bowman, or Miss Bowman. Even now, almost five years after she moved in, I still slip up and call her Nurse (or Miss) Bowman. Though, now, she goes by Nurse (or Mrs) Fleming.

“Well, go on!” I’m startled to hear my father’s booming voice, uncharacteristic of him after such a long journey. “Go check out it out.”

I give him a mock salute before I tickle Gabriel, who laughs his infectious little laugh as we step through the front door for the first time and begin the hunt for our rooms.

Four hours later, I stumble into the kitchen, bleary-eyed but attracted to the cacophony that seems to only increase in volume with each passing second. I find my father and stepmother already emptying boxes onto the counters, stacking plates upon plates and making piles of silver utensils. The muttering coming from another room reminds me of the movers’ presence still. Gabriel sits at the table, eyes focused on a toy he’d gotten from a candy we bought him at the last gas station we stopped for fuel at.

“Good rest?” My stepmother smiles, even though she looks frazzled. Her hair is in a messy ponytail, frizzy strands escaping the hair tie to frame her face, and her sweater sleeves are shoved up instead of neatly rolled up like usual.

I shrug. “I’ll need to sleep a full day before I can say I’m recovered from the trip. But I love my room, so that’s helped a ton.”

They picked a daring choice for a teenage girl’s room by having it be the biggest room on the ground floor, especially when everyone else sleeps upstairs. I found it just down the hallway from the kitchen and dining area, the last door on the right. And I can honestly say I’m still speechless over the upgrade.

I have a room big enough to host a cozy party in. The bed and night stand they bought me are amazing; stylish, sturdy, and in a uniform sleek black. The light blue walls mesh perfectly with the bright white light emanating from the window and my new lamp. I even have my own bathroom, accessible within mere feet from my bed.

But the best, and the most daring, part? Apart from the door leading into the hallway, I have three doors in my room. One opens into a closet. Another opens into the aforementioned bathroom. And the last door is also the side entrance to the house.

I won’t lie and say that I didn’t think of some pretty terrible things that could happen with this extra feature. It’s human nature, after all. Like, I could order a pizza and have them deliver it to my room without my father or stepmother knowing. Or sneak in hours after curfew.

Or sneak in a boy.

But, to be honest, the pizza one’s the most likely scenario.

“Good. I’m glad.” My stepmother opens a cabinet and begins shoving stacks of plates onto the shelves. “Did you like the bed? You must’ve; you slept so long.”

Before I can answer, my father turns to face me, abandoning his utensil station for a moment. “That reminds me. We have a couple of rules about that side door.”

“Oh, Harold.” My stepmother shakes her head.

“We picked that room for you because we’re aware that you’re getting older. And with age comes responsibility. Trust. Mutual respect.” My father steps toward me, cocking his head to the side as if to assess me from a different angle. “I want you to understand that I’m trusting you by letting you have this room and all the benefits that come with it. You’re going to be eighteen soon, and Sophia and I know that you’re more likely to be socializing in your senior year. You know, attending parties and the like.”

I snort.

My stepmother pipes up, “We trust that you use this door under the condition that you exercise common sense.”

I raise an eyebrow. “As in?”

My stepmother stretches on her tiptoes to shove a stack of plates on the top shelf. “As in, you use it when you know you’re coming home late, and not just when you think you’ll get in trouble or to avoid us. Also, you must remember to keep it locked. We don’t want you getting hurt.”

“And no boys.” The words come out of my dad’s mouth more as a series of grunts than actual words.

“Yeah, no- Wait, no boys?” My stepmother looks at my father, clearly surprised by his grumbled addition. Her voice lowers dramatically. “I thought we discussed this.”

“‘We’?” This is the first I’m hearing of this. I pick at a piece of masking tape on a nearby box as they mutter to one another in front of me, clearly forgetting or refusing to acknowledge my presence for the meantime.

My father looks put out. “She’s my little girl.”

“Who, like you just said, is turning eighteen. We have to accept - no, celebrate - that she’s grown into such a beautiful young woman. And who are we to deny her from dating, anyhow? She’s practically an adult.”

“She’s seventeen.”

“Most seventeen-year-olds date. Some even have serious boyfriends.” My stepmother steps away from the plates long enough to smother me in a hug. “Why, I bet our Stella is going to grab the attention of many Derry boys in no time!”

I don’t look like Sophia, no matter how much I wish I could. My biological mother gave me her inky hair and mud-brown almond eyes, and my father generously bestowed his upturned elven nose and easily tanned skin. That, coupled with the body I cultivate with my sleep-and-snack routine, equals a fairly decent appearance that has taken me years to accept as mine. It’s safe to say I won’t be winning any modeling competitions anytime soon, but I do look pretty cute in a dress, if I do say so myself.

Derry is, just as I remembered, at its most humid in early August, so I forgo the cardigan I usually layer over my dress as I take an impromptu drive into town. Sophia and my father are at home unboxing the last few items for the living room, but I need to stock up on some personal stuff, so I took the car. It’s both exhilarating and terrifying, driving in a town I don’t know, all the while knowing that in a matter of months I will become accustomed to the winding roads and strange landmarks. I try to soak in the anonymity while it lasts; while I doubt I will attract many Derry boys, like Sophia had said, I know I’ll be getting attention. Whether it’s positive attention or not remains to be seen.

The doors chime as I enter, and I instinctively smile at the pharmacist watching from the counter directly across the store. I romp around for a while, quickly finding the items I need.

“Who’re you?”

I nearly drop the boxes in my hands.

A girl wearing acid-wash denim-on-denim-on-cotton-T-shirt eyes me from where she’s standing a good fifteen feet away. She looks like she’s smelling something awful. I wonder if it’s me.

“Nobody.”

The girl frowns. “What’s your name, Nobody?”

Realizing that she is not a person who easily backs off, I grudgingly reply, “Stella Fleming. I’m new.”

The girl regards me for a moment before conclusively saying, “Right.”

And, without waiting for a reply, she walks away, a tinny bell chiming as the shop door opens and closes for her.

After a few more minutes of perusing, I head to the pharmacy counter to pay. The shop owner, whose name tag identifies him as Mr. Keene, gives me a tight-lipped smile, and I shift uncomfortably in place as he rings me up. His fingers seem to linger as he holds out the handles of the plastic bag to me.

Note to self: never come here again.

I push open the door with my right elbow and begin the trek to my car, wobbling only once, as I had to cross a busier part of the packed lot and almost found myself knee-to-bumper with someone’s truck. But finally, after packing my trunk with my purchases, I slam the door down, only to jump backwards with a shriek.

“Stella.” The man standing by the opposite side of the car leans against it, eyes squinting in the daylight. “Right?”

As I catch my breath, I press my hand to my chest, checking to see if the shock of seeing a former classmate had somehow stopped its beating. The rapid thudding beneath my fingers assures me that I’m fine, if not slightly reeling from the surprise. As I breathe heavily, my old somewhat-friend cocks his head to the side, letting some of his long hair flop in front of his eyes for a few seconds before reaching up to fix it. He shuffles in his scuffed boots.

I catch my breath and manage to shuffle forward to encapture him in a hug. He had not been that good a friend to me even before he had been forced to move, but I’m happy to see anyone who may offer me even a sliver of guidance as to how to survive Derry life. Either he doesn’t remember he doesn’t know me like this, or he remembers but isn’t saying anything. Either way, he’s polite about it, enough to be hugging me back. For a moment I rest my head on his shoulder, desperately seeking some comfort, or any semblance of safety.

“Victor,” I say. “How’ve you been?”

Victor Criss hums noncommittally. “Still dancing.” He gives me an awkward squeeze, and then drops his arms altogether. Now I’m just too close to him. Great.

As I take a few (hopefully casual) steps backward, I slide my hands in my pockets and arch an eyebrow. “You tell everybody you meet that?”

Victor rolls his eyes. “Only the people who already knew I danced. Dance. Whatever.”

So he did remember.

“Why are you here?” There’s no trace of malice in his question, just pure curiosity. “Didn’t you move away, like, a billion years ago?”

I decide to make it more of a joke. “Coal County was getting boring.”

He hums again. “You going to Derry High?”

Right as I start to reply, another voice takes over the conversation.

“Who’s this?” calls the shortest of the three strangers, hand reaching up to dramatically ruffle his dark blond hair. The hair itself looks like a hideous attempt at a mullet, so it’s hard to look away from. “Why you staring, sweetheart? Like what you see?”

The other two strangers look straight through me, as if they’re entirely detached from the situation. It’s clear they are involved somehow; the way they stand behind the one who spoke is oddly protective, like they’re waiting in the wings for him.

“A Coal County chick.” Victor pushes off of my car, instantly changing his body language to match the change in attitude. “She moved before y���all came around.”

No wonder none of them look familiar. I’m more surprised that they moved here at all; Derry’s the kind of town that people move away from.

The one with the mullet smirks. “Is that right, sweetheart? We could give you a tour. Or a ride.” He reaches down and lewdly grabs the front of his pants.

I turn my attention to the other strangers and almost jump out of my skin. The one that had been standing to the right of the mullet-haired guy mere moments before has moved up without me noticing, now hovering uncomfortably closer than necessary. I keep my gaze forward, trying to stare desperately into the strange Tom the cat logo of his shirt. I’m too afraid to tilt my head back to look him in the eye. I feel him looking me over like he’s trying to memorize me.

“What’s your name?” His voice is lilting, almost mocking.

I clear my throat, keeping my eyes trained ahead of me, deep into the inky lines of the odd cartoon of his shirt. “Stella Fleming.”

From my peripherals, I think I see Victor wincing. It’s no surprise that he is uncomfortable with how this has gone, but obviously I’ve just made a mistake.

My chin and gaze suddenly sweep upwards. I try to push against the finger beneath my chin, but he’s surprisingly resistant. My eyes are restless; my gaze flickers between the swath of long dark hair framing his deathly pale skin, the peek of a pale pink tongue quickly sliding along his lips, and the shine in his surprisingly light irises. His mouth twists when he realizes I’m looking back at him.

“While this is fun and all,” the third of the new-to-me trio drawls, “I’ve got to get Amy to the shop in half an hour, or Russell won’t have time for her.” My attention turns to the speaker, taking in his impressive build and the logo of a heavy metal band scrawled across his dark shirt.

Though the Tom-shirt guy backs away, his tongue darts out again to moisten his lower lip as he very obviously looks me over. Then, just like that, the trio makes themselves scarce, crossing the parking lot to duck into a blue car parked across two spots.

Meanwhile, Victor looks like he’s swallowed a fly. Turning his attention back to me, he scowls.

“Good job,” he says, voice heavily saturated with sarcasm. “Shoulda just let me talk. Now look what you did.”

“I mean, I know I screwed up somehow, but how?” I worry my bottom lip between my teeth. “All I did was say my name.”

“That’s exactly it.” Victor runs a hand through the longest part of his hairdo, fingers twisting through the long blond strands that droop toward his face. “Now I really hope you’re not going to Derry High.”

“Are there any other public high schools around?”

Victor wrinkles his nose. “Not in this dump.”

A honk makes us both jump. We look over, finding the mullet guy practically dangling out of the passenger seat window, tapping his wrist as though to encourage Victor to speed things up. Which is just what he does.

“Just saying, Stella.” Victor adjusts the leather cuff around his wrist. “Derry’s different now. So am I.”

And then finally, Victor takes his leave, just as effortlessly striding across the parking lot and slipping into the waiting car in one fluid motion. Graceful, even in everyday actions. Just as I remember.

As the blue car peels out of the lot, music blaring from the windows, I try to commit the faces of Victor’s friends to memory. But I have a feeling I won’t have a problem with that.

[blissedoutphil]

Where You Belong Part 5

Dan had always wanted to be in a D/s relationship, but he doesn’t know how to sub properly. That was until he met Phil.

Sorry this took longer than a week! Part 6 might take a while too, blame uni :( There’s nsfw links in this part too so be careful when you click on the ** ! Hope you enjoy this part and have a great week ^^

6102 words of Dom!Phil, sub!dan, fingering, buttplug, collaring, humiliation and degradation, gag, objectification, gangbang, blowjobs, rough sex, a lil spanking and breathplay, facials, orgasm denial, smut (wow this is a long list)

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Two weeks went by quite quickly. Dan fell into routine pretty easily, waking up earlier each day with less complaint. He completed his daily to-do lists cheerily, waiting patiently for Phil to come home from work.

Some days they didn’t even have sex. But Dan knew that a D/s lifestyle didn’t revolve around sex all the time. He was happy to be able to serve Phil in any way he could.

Dan found that his love for Phil grew more with each passing day. He felt so thankful to have Phil in his life, helping to discipline him. He loved having orders to comply with. Without Phil, he would probably wake up at 4pm and have pizza for every meal every day, probably wouldn’t be bothered to even change out of his pyjamas. He wouldn’t be taking good care of himself at all. Although he didn’t enjoy his daily routine at first, he slowly learnt to appreciate it.

He woke up at 8.30am on Friday, still later than Phil. He hoped that by next week, he could wake up earlier than Phil to help him prepare for work. He only had enough time to scramble out of bed and kiss Phil goodbye.

“I’ll be coming home earlier today, remember I told you that a couple of friends are gonna join us for dinner. Your tasks are on your drawer as usual, see you at 4,” Phil rambled, adjusting his shirt cuffs.

“Yeah,” Dan mumbled, standing by the door and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Phil pulled Dan in for a kiss, not bothered by Dan’s morning breath. It was soft and sweet, their lips brushing against each other. Dan melted into the kiss, this was worth waking up early for.

“See you later babe,” Phil said after he broke the kiss, walking out the door.

Dan waved goodbye and closed the door with a sigh. He found it silly how he hated seeing Phil leave but he can’t help still feeling sad every time Phil left for work.

He got back to his room to read his tasks for the day. It was the same as always, nothing different.

He started with 30 minutes on the treadmill, panting heavily by the end of it. He always hated exercise, he couldn’t even remember the last time he exercised before Phil asked him to. But he was grateful to have Phil making him exercise, he could feel his stamina slowly getting better. Coupled with the healthy meals Phil instructed him to have, he already felt more fit and healthy than he did before living with Phil when his daily meals consisted of pizza and takeaway.

He then directly went into the shower, determined to finish all his tasks quickly so he could have some downtime before Phil’s friends came over. He carefully shaved his pubes, wanting to be smooth and hairless for the visitors.

After his shower, he ate his oatmeal breakfast and pondered over what Phil had planned for him later. He was rather nervous, he hadn’t met any of Phil’s friends as a sub before, and they hadn’t had guests over since Dan moved in a few weeks ago. I better clean the house, he thought as he finished his food, wanting to impress the guests.

Phil opened the door at 4pm, excited for his evening plans. He looked around the house and found Dan sweeping the floor.

“Oh you’re back!” Dan gasped, surprised as he didn’t even hear Phil enter.

Phil smiled and kissed Dan when he came over, loving how he could feel Dan sigh contentedly against his lips.

“Our guests are coming at about 6:30 for dinner, could you help cook?” Phil asked after breaking the kiss.

Dan nodded, of course he’d help.

Just as Dan was done making braised veal shanks, Phil returned to the kitchen. He had showered and changed into a plaid shirt and a pair of trousers.

“Looks delicious. Thanks baby,” Phil said softly as he wrapped his arms around Dan’s waist, hugging Dan from the back.

Dan smiled, taking a deep breath, taking in Phil’s sweet scent. Phil smelled so fresh, his hair still damp from the shower resting against Dan’s greasy hair.

“I’m so gross from all the cleaning and cooking though, lemme shower first,” Dan waved Phil away when Phil tried to nip at his neck.

Phil could only chuckle and agree, watching in amusement as his boy sauntered to the bathroom.

After his shower, Dan walked to his room with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He expected Phil to be in there waiting to instruct him how to dress. He pushed open the door, seeing Phil laying on his bed scrolling on his phone, just as expected.

It was already 6pm, and Dan was getting more nervous. He stood quietly, fingers playing with a loose thread on his towel as he waited for Phil’s orders.

Phil got up and slowly walked over to Dan. He unwrapped Dan’s towel, letting it fall to the floor. Dan shivered slightly at the breeze that hit his crotch.

“Let’s get you ready for our guests, yeah?” Phil said, voice deep and low as he took Dan’s hand in his and led the boy to the bed.

Dan got on the bed on his hands and knees, biting his lip anxiously. Phil noticed how tense Dan was, so he stroked Dan’s back soothingly.

“Don’t worry, Dan, you’re going to have fun I promise,” Phil said reassuringly, “I won’t let them do anything you can’t handle.”

Dan calmed down some as he listened to Phil and felt Phil’s hand softly rubbing his back. He had always fantasized about being in a gangbang, but now that it was actually going to happen, he couldn’t help being nervous. He was sure Phil would make it an amazing experience for him, though.

Dan closed his eyes and sighed as he felt Phil caress every inch of his skin. He heard the cap of a bottle of lube pop open and he gasped as he felt a cold, lubed up finger press against his hole.

Dan arched his back and parted his knees further as Phil teased his hole, circling his finger around Dan’s rim. Slowly, Phil pushed his finger in and Dan gasped.

Phil dragged his finger in and out slowly before adding another, all the while caressing Dan’s ass and lower back with his other hand. Phil talked Dan through what he could expect and what was expected of him that evening while thrusting his fingers and scissoring them.

“You’re gonna show them what a good boy you are, aren’t you?” Phil said, putting in a third finger and crooking them. He brushed against Dan’s prostate, making Dan moan before breathing out a “Yes, Sir.”

Dan whined when Phil removed his fingers, but his hole was soon filled up with a buttplug. Dan gasped as he felt the stretch. Phil moved his hand to Dan’s cock and stroked it. “No coming tonight until I say so, yeah,” Phil said, kissing Dan’s ass cheek while he stroked Dan to full hardness.

Dan moaned out another “Yes, Sir,” in response, hoping he’d be able to control himself tonight.

Phil got off the bed and instructed Dan to get up as well. Dan stood and tried to adjust with the feeling of the buttplug in him. Phil went to the drawer and got out a thick leather collar with matching cuffs. They were black with red lining, and the collar had a single metal D-ring at the front.

Dan looked down, exposing his neck for Phil to buckle the collar. Phil hooked two fingers around it at his throat, making sure it wasn’t too tight. He then buckled the wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs as well. He stood up and tilted Dan’s chin up to press a light kiss against his lips.

“You look so pretty, darling,” Phil complimented him.

Dan sighed softly after Phil broke the kiss, quietly thanking him. He loved being collared by Phil, could never get tired of feeling owned by Phil.

Phil nuzzled their noses together, smiling. “Let’s prepare for dinner before they come, shall we?”

Just as Dan set down the final plate on the dining table, the doorbell rang. Dan looked at Phil with wide eyes, and Phil calmly instructed him to wait in the dining room.

Dan sat on his heels by the chair at the head of the dining table . He placed his palms flat on his thighs, staring down at them as he heard voices chatting away at the front door. He swallowed, heart beating faster, hoping they wouldn’t go so harsh on him tonight.

One by one, the men streamed into the dining room. Dan kept his gaze down, knowing better than to look at any of the Doms without permission. None of them acknowledged his presence as they all sat down, and he felt invisible, wishing Phil would come back already.

Lastly, Phil entered and sat down. He tangled his hand in Dan’s hair, and that action was enough to comfort Dan and make him feel a little more excited for what’s about to come.

“Let’s eat!” Phil announced, and sounds of utensils clinking against plates began.

Dan still hadn’t looked up since the men entered the room, and he wondered if he was going to get to eat too.

Just as he thought, Surely Phil wouldn’t let me go hungry, a plate was placed on the floor in front of his knees. He slowly looked up at Phil, but Phil’s attention was already on his guests, smiling wide as he made small talk.

He looked down at his food, realising that Phil hadn’t given him any utensils. He lifted the plate and went to take the meat with his hand when Phil gripped his hair hard.

Dan gasped and looked up at Phil. “No hands,” Phil whispered, staring down at him with a stern expression.

Dan’s face flushed as he set the plate back down. Slowly, he placed each hand on either side of the plate and bent down, bringing his mouth to the food.

He felt humiliated as he ate like a dog, and the fact that the guests didn’t seem to notice him at all made him feel even more degraded.

“Food tastes so good, Phil!” one guy exclaimed, and Dan recognized that voice. It’s John from the office, he thought. He decided he liked John. Always complimenting him.

“My pet here made this dinner for us,” Phil said nonchalantly, but Dan knew that Phil was proud of him by the way he patted Dan’s back.

“Wow. I told you guys Phil got the best sub here,” John continued. The corners of Dan’s lips turned up into a small smile as he heard that, and he felt more confident digging into his food even though he felt eyes on him now.

When everyone was done eating, Phil ushered his friends into the lounge. He then bent down to Dan.

“You’re doing well so far, baby. Help me bring the dishes to the kitchen then you can sit by me, okay? Dishes can be done after they’re all gone,” Phil talked softly, and Dan nodded.

Phil stood up and held a hand out to help Dan stand up as well. Then he left the room and Dan hurriedly brought the dishes to the kitchen, wanting to be by Phil’s side as soon as possible.

When Dan was done, he crawled from the kitchen to the lounge, stopping by Phil’s legs and sitting on his heels, keeping his gaze down.

“He’s a pretty one,” one man commented, and Dan blushed. He suddenly felt so exposed, being naked with five other fully clothed men in the room.

Phil got out a chain leash and hooked it to the D-ring on Dan’s collar.

“Make yourselves comfortable, we’ll be right back,” Phil told his guests as he tugged on the leash.

Dan heard someone whistling as he swayed his hips while crawling out of the room. He smirked, enjoying the men starting to pay attention to him. Phil led him to the kitchen before unhooking the leash.

“Time to serve them some drinks,” Phil said, popping open a bottle of wine and pouring the drink into 4 glasses.

Dan remained on all fours, watching Phil and wondering what Phil brought him to the kitchen for.

His question was answered when he saw Phil take out a special gag** from one of the cupboards. Phil bent down and Dan opened his mouth in anticipation.

“What’s your safe gesture?” Phil asked, voice serious.

Dan snapped his fingers twice and smiled when Phil told him he’s a good boy. He opened his mouth and bit down on the mouth piece while Phil buckled the gag at the back of his head, just above his collar.

Phil then attached the serving tray** to the receiver tube of the gag. Dan looked at Phil with his wide brown eyes as Phil placed a glass on the tray.

“Careful, don’t want any spills to happen do we?” Phil smirked, gesturing for Dan to leave the kitchen.

Phil leaned against the door frame of the kitchen and watched in amusement as Dan crawled ever so slowly towards the lounge. The base of the tray was made of rubber, so it wasn’t easy for the glass to fall anyway, but Phil loved how his boy paid so much care to ensure the drink would get to his guests safely.

Dan never thought serving drinks could get any more stressful than it did at that moment. He held his head up, crawling slowly and stopping every time the drink swirled a little too much. He almost used his hand to just grab the glass and make sure it wouldn’t fall, but he knew better than to do that.

He was so relieved to arrive in the lounge with the glass of wine still intact on his tray. He crawled over to the nearest guest, who laughed as he took the glass. The man ruffled his hair and praised him.

Dan blushed at the praise, and the man leaned in, looking Dan in the eyes. With the hand not holding the glass, he harshly cupped Dan’s cheeks, squeezing tightly. “Now go faster, boy, you’re keeping the rest waiting,” he growled.

Dan nodded, afraid to displease the guests. He hurriedly crawled back to Phil, who placed another glass on his tray.

Dan crawled back to the lounge faster this time, resulting in some wine spilling onto the tray and floor. He cursed himself as he realised what happened. The next guest he served shook his head disapprovingly. Dan tried to apologise, but his words were muffled.

“Phil! My glass is only half full,” the guest complained.

Dan hung his head in shame, not daring to look at Phil as he entered the lounge.

“Never mind Sam, you can have your way with him later. I’m sure he’ll show you he’s sorry,” Phil said as he filled Sam’s glass.

Dan gulped, he felt like begging for forgiveness right there. But Phil was beckoning him to go back to the kitchen, so he tried his best to calm his nerves and followed Phil.

Phil’s expression was expertly neutral as he placed the third glass on Dan’s tray. If he was disappointed in Dan for the blunder, he certainly didn’t show it. Dan focused really hard this time, making sure he didn’t spill anything but wasn’t too slow either.

After serving his fourth glass, he was panting behind the gag, sweat dripping from his forehead. Who knew it’d be this tiring? he thought. He crawled back to the kitchen where Phil re-hooked the leash to his collar.

Phil walked back to the lounge, glass of juice in one hand and leash tugging Dan in his other hand. He wanted to be sober for Dan’s first gangbang.

Phil stopped Dan at the foot of the sofa, and Dan wanted to sit on his heels but Phil pushed him back onto all fours. Dan turned around to look at Phil but before he could, one of the guests put his feet up and rested them on Dan’s back. John followed suit, heels digging into Dan’s lower back.

Dan hung his head, cheeks red with embarrassment as he realised that the men were about to use him as a footstool.

Sam tilted his head up. “Don’t spill it this time,” he snarled, putting his glass back onto the tray still attached to Dan’s gag.

Dan whimpered, but the men ignored him, only treating him as a piece of furniture and nothing more. He felt a glass being placed on his left shoulder blade, and his arm tensed to keep still.

Dan felt humiliated but his cock was hard, loving every moment of it. His whole body was tense, afraid to move lest a glass falls or a drink spills. He bit on the mouthpiece of his gag, watching as Sam picked his glass up, only for John to place his on the tray.

Dan wasn’t sure how long he was still in that position, he wasn’t even aware of his surroundings, didn’t even hear what the men were talking about, too concentrated on making sure the drinks wouldn’t fall. Sweat trickled down his face, and it tickled his skin but he still remained still.

Suddenly, a hand stroked his hard cock, and he let out a muffled moan, shivering at the unexpected contact. That caused a glass on the curve of his ass to fall, but luckily the man stroking his cock managed to catch it in time.

The man smacked his ass hard. “Stay still, bitch,” he warned, and Dan whimpered.

He felt the glass go back on his ass. The man continued stroking his cock slowly, and Dan moaned, but made sure to stay still. He felt another hand caressing his ass, and he whined, wishing he could turn around to see who the men touching him were. But he remained motionless, gaze fixed at the wall ahead of him.

The hand on his ass stopped at the buttplug. The man pulled the plug out, and Dan whined at the loss. The plug was suddenly pushed back in, and Dan cried out, drooling around his gag. He jerked forward a bit, but thankfully the glasses didn’t move.

The buttplug was thrusted in and out of him, and he felt all the glasses being taken off of his body. Finally, he thought, sighing in relief and he relaxed his body a bit. There were still a couple of feet resting on his back, though, so he didn’t dare to move or relax much.

Phil appeared in front of Dan and he felt so thankful to finally see Phil again. Phil gently unbuckled the gag, and Dan thanked him softly as he relaxed his jaw.

“Sam, how are you gonna have your way with him?” Phil spoke to Sam, but his intense blue eyes were on Dan, finger hooked under Dan’s chin.

“Can I do it without lube?”

Sam was asking Phil, but as Dan looked into Phil’s eyes, he knew that Phil was asking him for permission for Sam. Dan’s eyes softened and he gave the tiniest nod that Phil wouldn’t have even noticed had he not put his finger under Dan’s chin.

After one final gaze into Dan’s eyes to make sure Dan was certain about it, Phil turned to Sam. “Go ahead.”

Dan felt the buttplug get removed completely, and two strong hands gripped his hips. His hole clenched and he felt Sam’s tip tease at his crack.

Without warning, Sam pushed his dick into Dan, causing Dan to cry out. It burned, but he enjoyed it. It wasn’t that bad since his hole was very stretched and ready thanks to the buttplug.

“So fuckin’ tight,” Sam grunted as he thrusted into Dan harshly. One hand let go of Dan’s hip only to land a hard smack on his ass. The other men in the room cheered as Dan cried out again.

Dan felt something slide onto his cock, and in between grunts, he managed to figure out that it was a cock ring. He was glad for it, he really didn’t want to come without permission and break one of Phil’s rules in front of his friends.

Dan squeezed his eyes shut, Sam’s thrusts were relentless. He felt his arms giving way, and just as he was about to rest on his elbows instead, he felt something against his lips.

Dan opened his eyes to be greeted with the tip of John’s cock tracing his lips. He looked up at John and opened his mouth, waiting for permission to suck on his cock.

John rested his hand at the back of Dan’s head and shoved his cock into Dan’s mouth. Dan sputtered as John put his whole length down his throat. He gasped for air when John pulled off, moaning as Sam was still thrusting into him hard.

Sam spanked his ass again, but Dan’s scream was muffled as John shoved his cock back in Dan’s mouth. John held his head in place as he thrusted his hips, fucking Dan’s mouth with the same pace as Sam.

Dan was gagging around John’s length, and the burn in his ass was strong as he clenched around Sam’s cock, and he momentarily remembered when he was being fucked by two machines a couple of weeks ago. This is way better than machines, he thought.

Dan relaxed his jaw and throat, feeling John’s balls smack his chin with every thrust. He arched his back more and spread his thighs further, letting Sam fuck him deeper. The two men using him were both grunting and groaning, every now and then giving comments on how tight his ass was, how good and warm his mouth felt. Dan fed on the praises, his cock leaking precum.

Dan’s nose was pressed against John’s pubes and he coughed, feeling John’s tip hit the back of his throat. John pinched his nose and Dan teared up. He brought his hand to John’s thigh, trying to pull off as he got desperate to breathe. He squirmed around, only stilling after Sam spanked his ass again.

John finally let go of his nose and pulled out of his mouth, and Dan gulped for air, resting his cheek against John’s thigh. A string of saliva connected from John’s tip to Dan’s red lips.

John tugged at Dan’s hair so Dan was looking up at him. He opened his mouth when he saw John jacking himself.

“Sam, together?” John panted out.

Sam pulled out of Dan and began stroking himself over Dan’s ass as well. And together, the men came, coating Dan’s face and ass with their come. Dan moaned as he felt the hot liquid against his cheeks and ass. His tongue darted out to lick at the come he could reach on his face.

“Thank you, Sirs,” Dan panted out, and John patted Dan’s cheek while Sam gave Dan’s ass one last smack.

Phil was sat on the sofa watching his boy get used and stroking himself the whole time. When he saw his friends finish, he got up and kneeled by Dan’s cock. He started giving Dan’s cock slow strokes.

“Ah, please,” Dan moaned out.

“Please what?” Phil asked, stroking faster.

“Please can I come,” Dan panted, despite already knowing the answer.

“There’s still two more Sirs, it’s not polite to come before them, don’t you think?” Phil said, gesturing for his two other friends who had been jerking off to come over.

The other two men who had been cheering on John and Sam came forward to take their places.

“It’s not, Master,” Dan replied, and licked his lips as he saw another cock in front of him.

He felt a new pair of hands grip his hips. They were smaller than Sam’s, but their grip was still strong, nails digging into his skin. He felt the man’s tip press against his hole, and he was glad to feel that the man had lubed up. Although he was very stretched open by now, he didn’t want to get more sore than he already was.

Dan looked up, and this man seemed to be taking his time, he was patting Dan’s cheek with his cock. Dan opened his mouth and lolled his tongue out, looking up at the man with big doe eyes.

The man seemed to be looking at the one behind him for a signal. Then suddenly, both men pushed their cocks into Dan at the same time. Dan moaned in surprise.

The man behind him somehow found his prostate almost immediately, and Dan moaned around the cock in his mouth, his toes curling. Phil was still stroking his cock, and Dan was overwhelmed with all the pleasure he was getting. His cock was achingly hard and he really needed to come now.

The man in front of Dan kept still. He grabbed Dan’s head and moved it at a fast pace. Tears flowed down Dan’s cheeks and mixed with saliva dribbling down his chin as he bobbed on the man’s cock.

The man behind him was scratching at Dan’s lower back while thrusting harshly, balls smacking loudly against Dan’s upper thighs with every thrust.

Phil admired the red marks his friends left on Dan’s body as he played with Dan’s balls and stroked his own cock. He loved hearing the sounds Dan was making, all choked and muffled. Music to his ears.

Dan was blinking his tears away as he sucked on the dick in his mouth. His face was already sticky with sweat, cum, saliva and tears, but as the man spat on his forehead, he realised he didn’t care how messy he was. At that moment, he was loving it. He sucked harder, swirling his tongue around the tip of the cock. He wished for the man to spit on him again, couldn’t wait to feel another load of cum on his face.

Dan was moaning whorishly around the cock in his mouth while thrusting his hips back to get fucked deeper, and the man fucking him grunted, “Fuck, Phil, he’s so tight and hot I’m jealous,” making Phil smirk with pride.

Phil’s hand was slick with Dan’s precum as he continued stroking Dan’s red cock, twisting his fingers at the tip. Dan’s prostate was also being hit continuously, and Dan moaned out loud, panting, “Please, please,” when the man mouthfucking him pulled out to let him breathe. Dan needed release so badly, but Phil only asked him to work harder to get the men to orgasm before even thinking about getting to come.

So Dan got back to work. He deepthroated the man in front of him, letting his cock hit the back of his throat. He played with the man’s balls and stroked his cock while he bobbed his head on it. He clenched his ass around the cock fucking deep into him. He whimpered as the man behind him scratched his back and spanked his already red ass.

Finally, the men both pulled out and began jerking off over him. Once again, Dan felt hot come spurt onto his face and ass. He opened his mouth and licked up whatever he could again. His abused hole clenched around nothing, feeling sticky with lube and cum.

“Thank you Sirs,” Dan gasped out when they were done coming.

The four guests all sat back on the sofa in their post-orgasm bliss. John exclaimed that he might get hard again and the rest laughed.

Dan was gasping in the middle of the room. He needed to come so badly, he couldn’t help the words from falling out of his mouth as he started to beg. “Please Master, please can I come,” his voice was raspy, being thoroughly fucked.

“Look at you, covered in so much come. You love it, huh? Disgusting slut,” Phil hissed, “You think a slut like you deserves to come?”

Dan whimpered at Phil’s words, at the sound of the men whistling. “Yes, Master please,” he whimpered, watching as his drool and tears fell to the floor.

Out of the corner of Dan’s eye, he could see Phil pacing at his side while stroking himself. The room fell silent, save for Dan’s loud breathing, all the men waiting for Phil’s next move.

Phil crouched down and gave Dan’s cock a few strokes, making Dan tremble, before standing up again.

“Well guys, I hope you all had fun tonight,” Phil addressed his guests.

“Sure did,” one of the men replied, and the rest agreed.

Dan was trembling with need to come. He so badly wanted to just touch himself, take off the damn cock ring and jerk himself off. He gripped the carpet tighter. He heard Phil usher the men out.

Sam gave Dan’s ass a light smack as he walked past him, causing Dan to yelp in surprise.

“He’s a keeper for sure, Phil,” one of the men commented, and even in such desperation to come, Dan couldn’t help himself from smiling as he heard that.

John ruffled Dan’s hair before walking out, “Can’t wait to use him again, Phil.”

“Don’t be too greedy,” Phil joked, but Dan couldn’t wait to be used by Phil’s friends again either, if he was being honest.

All the men disappeared and Dan was left alone, shaking slightly on all fours in the middle of the lounge. He heard Phil bidding them goodbye, and he can’t wait for Phil to come back already. He stayed still, waiting for Phil as patiently as he could.

Phil took his time walking back to the lounge. He leaned against the door frame of the lounge, taking a few moments to watch silently as Dan remained still on the floor, facing away from the door, before walking towards him.

“My good boy,” Phil praised, placing a hand on Dan’s upper back.

Dan jumped slightly in surprise, he didn’t hear Phil entering. But he immediately began begging for permission to come, voice hoarse.

“Shh, baby,” Phil comforted him, stroking his back softly, “you think you can get up for me? Go to bed?”

Dan nodded quickly, scrambling to get up. He’d do anything Phil asked right now if it meant getting relief. He stumbled, knees weak from being on all fours the whole night.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Phil said softly, swiftly picking Dan up bridal style.

Dan buried his face into the crook of Phil’s neck, staining Phil’s shirt with the sweat and cum on his face. But Phil didn’t mind, not one bit. He held onto Dan tightly as he walked to Dan’s bedroom.

He gently laid Dan on the bed before stripping off all his clothes. Dan was crying, because of the urgent need to come or because of how gentle Phil is treating him now compared to a whole night of being humiliated and degraded, he wasn’t sure. But he was crying, and he was begging for Phil to hurry.

Phil shushed him quietly as he climbed over him on the bed. “Baby you were so good tonight, I’m so proud of you,” Phil praised as he placed Dan’s ankles on his shoulders.

“Please, please, Master please,” Dan rambled, unable to stop. He brought his hands up to stroke Phil’s arms, because if he didn’t, he might’ve stroked his cock instead, and he definitely did not want to ruin the moment by breaking a rule now. Phil’s tip was pressing against his hole, and he bucked his hips impatiently.

“Not until I say so, okay?” Phil said as he slowly removed the cock ring.

Dan dug his fingernails into Phil’s arms, trying to hold back his orgasm. He felt Phil slowly push into him, and he moaned out when Phil bottomed out.

“Still feel so tight and hot even after being used,” Phil gasped out, brushing Dan’s sweaty fringe out of his eyes.

Dan tried to move his hips, silently asking for Phil to move. Phil remained still, deep inside of Dan. He kissed Dan, and Dan immediately parted his lips.

Slowly, Phil finally started moving his hips. His tongue pressed against Dan’s as he deepened the kiss. He pulled out completely before slowly pushing back in again, and Dan moaned into Phil’s mouth.

Dan enjoyed the slow and sweet pace Phil set, how he pulled out almost completely at every thrust, how he slowly thrusted in until his tip grazed at Dan’s prostate.

Dan’s toes curled and he threw his head back onto the pillow as Phil picked up his pace and hit his prostate harder. Phil took the opportunity to suck a hickey on Dan’s jaw, and Dan tangled one hand in Phil’s hair, moaning loudly.

“So good for me,” Phil whispered, licking over the bruise forming on Dan’s jaw.

Dan only moaned in response, feeling precum pool onto his stomach.

After more thrusts directly hitting his prostate, Dan started to beg again. “Master, can’t- I need- can’t hold longer,” he tried saying, unable to form a proper sentence.

Phil wrapped one hand around Dan’s cock, “Only when I say so,” he warned before he started stroking.

Dan cried out, the stimulation was all too much. He squeezed his eyes shut, determined to control himself for Phil.

Phil’s strokes soon grew quicker and his thrusts became more erratic, and Dan recognized it as Phil coming closer to his orgasm. He clenched his ass, helping Phil reach orgasm faster.

Phil groaned as Dan squeezed around his cock. He knew he wasn’t going to last any longer, and he knew Dan wasn’t going to either, especially since he’d started begging again.

“Now, babe,” Phil gasped out, twisting at Dan’s tip.

They both came at the same time, Dan moaning loudly and Phil swearing above him. Dan felt himself get filled up with Phil’s cum, and he felt hot spurts of his own cum land all over his stomach and chest.

Phil stroked Dan through his whole orgasm, and he rode out his own orgasm with weak thrusts. After his orgasm, his arms gave way and he rested on top of Dan, who was panting as he came down from his high.

Dan felt pure bliss, finally getting to orgasm after holding it in for so long. He wrapped one arm around Phil, contented with being so close to him. He closed his eyes, enjoying how Phil still hadn’t pulled out. He felt so full with Phil’s cum and softening cock still inside him.

When Phil finally recovered from his orgasm, he grabbed Dan’s ankles still on his shoulders and gently placed them on the bed. He smiled in amusement when Dan whined as he finally pulled out of him. Dan whined a second time when Phil left his embrace and got off the bed.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” Phil said softly, holding out a hand for Dan to get up as well.

Dan pouted and shook his head. He was very ready for sleep right now.

“You really wanna sleep with dried cum and spit all over your face? With 3 guys’ cum on your ass?” Phil deadpanned.

Dan nodded, yawning as he did so.

Phil could only laugh and shake his head. So cute, even when so gross, he thought fondly. He ignored Dan’s protests as he dragged his boy out of bed.

“You can sleep when you’re clean,” Phil said, easily carrying Dan over his shoulder, and walked to the bathroom.

Dan stood under the warm water and allowed Phil to take care of him. He was so tired he thought he could sleep standing right there in the shower, and his eyes drooped as Phil massaged his head, lathering his hair with shampoo.

Phil was quick to wash and clean both of them up, and before Dan knew it, he was in Phil’s bed, dry and already changed into pyjamas.

“I love you so much, baby,” Phil whispered, wrapping his arm over Dan protectively, “you behaved so well, I’m so proud of you.”

“I love you too, thank you for tonight,” Dan replied, lips brushing against Phil’s shoulder, “I really enjoyed it.”

Dan wanted to sleep but something was tugging at the back of his mind. What am I forgetting? he wondered.

Phil was already drifting off to sleep when Dan suddenly gasped aloud.

“What is it, babe?”

“The dishes aren’t done yet!”

Phil chuckled and kissed Dan’s forehead. “Just another thing to add to your to-do list for tomorrow. Goodnight, Dan.”

~ Part 4 ~

~Part 6~