Wife material

      The sound of the door opening interrupts Kevin and Neil’s cuddle session on the sofa. They both perk up at Andrew’s entrance and get up to greet him at the door. Nothing overly ‘touchy-feely’ – just a peck on the cheek. Kevin’s chest fills with warmth every time they do this because it’s been a tough journey to get where they are now.       They follow Andrew to their living room and it’s the moment Kevin notices that there’s a bag in his hand.       Andrew looks at Kevin. “I have something for you.” The bag crinkles as Andrew shakes it.       Kevin’s eyes are full of suspicion now. Andrew never announces that he’s bought a gift unless it involves someone’s suffering later. So that’s why Kevin prefers to stay cautious when he opens the bag.       What greets him inside is a pink material and Kevin’s mind comes up blank. Just what is Andrew plotting?       At some point Neil comes beside him and peers into the bag. He frowns at the contents.       “What?” He looks questioningly at Andrew.       “Just take it out,” says Andrew.       What unfolds in Kevin’s hands is a pink dress. There’s a gasp beside him at the sight, but Kevin pays it no mind. He blinks in wonder, not believing his eyes. The material is soft under his hands as he runs his thumb over it.       Andrew waves his hand in impatience. “Put it on already.”       “What?” Kevin asks.       “You heard me.” Andrew crosses his arms.       Honestly, the nerve. “I won’t wear it.” He mimics Andrew’s posture. From the corner of his eye he can see Neil tapping his fingers on his thigh, probably from the sudden tension in the room.       “You were pretty happy with being a Queen last night.” The words leave Kevin baffled, but at least give some explanation for Andrew’s “gift”.       “It’s not like that,” Kevin tries to sound convincing and is unsuccessful judging by Andrew’s triumphant look. “I won’t wear it.” He congratulated himself for keeping his voice steady.       “Is that so?” There’s something dangerous hidden in Andrew’s gaze and a shiver goes down Kevin’s spine. The man snaps his fingers. “Neil, help me here.”       Kevin’s forgotten about Neil’s presence, which is a mistake on his part because now he’s pinned to the sofa and can’t shake off the smaller man. His legs are grabbed next to stop their flailing, but that doesn’t discourage him. The struggle is in vain though, ending with Kevin being winded and still in the same position. Neil flashes him an infuriating smile from above and Kevin really wants to throttle him.       The feeling of a cold blade on his leg makes him shift his attention towards Andrew. “Hey!” he protests as the knife slices through his pants.       “Don’t move too much or I’ll cut you,” says Andrew coolly and it actually makes Kevin stay still, afraid to even breathe too deeply. In no time he lays on the sofa naked, shivering slightly from the chill in the room.       Neil’s still straddling his hips and keeping his wrists pinned down. There’s some clatter coming from Andrew’s direction, but Kevin gets distracted by Neil’s lips kissing up his neck. He turns his head to give him better access and Neil hums in appreciation. Of course Kevin ends up with several hickies, but it’s something to worry about for future-him.       He startles when a hand closes over his cock, which has gotten hard during Neil’s ministrations. His moan is silenced by Neil’s mouth and Kevin gets lost in the warmth of Neil’s lips. Not for a long time though because a mean flick to his cock makes him nearly shout. Kevin comes up for air and looks at Andrew.       “Stop it,” he says, which earns him another flick and he flinches.       “No.” Andrew squeezes Kevin’s shaft and the man bucks his hips.       Now he’s definitely gone soft and he isn’t happy with it at all. But apparently that’s what Andrew has wanted because he shows Kevin a pink cock cage. Kevin tries to escape from his partners’ hold, but they just wait him out patiently.       Andrew puts the cage on Kevin quickly. “Only good girls get to come,” he says and Kevin feels heat gathering on his cheeks. “So you won’t need your clit.” The lock clicks into place, a final sign of Kevin’s impending doom.       “We’re not done with the fun.” Neil looks down on him and Kevin doesn’t like the grin – he just knows he’ll end up absolutely miserable later.       Suddenly the weight disappears from his legs, but he doesn’t get a chance to escape before Andrew grips his arm.       “Up.” Andrew tugs at his arm and Kevin’s pretty sure it’ll be bruised later. Kevin tries to dislodge Andrew’s hand, but it only squeezes tighter, so Kevin gives up and follows his partner obediently.       He should have expected that the handcuffs would make an appearance. At least their bed’s way more comfortable than the sofa. Unfortunately, it gives Andrew more opportunities to torment him. Kevin tugs at the restraints, but they hold his hands securely over his head. A spreader bar’s being secured to his legs because ‘good girls don’t kick’(Andrew’s words). Neil’s gotten an order to distract him and he takes it very seriously. Kevin’s nipples are all swollen from Neil sucking on them and now every touch to them feels like fire. When Neil’s licks over one of the buds, Kevin whimpers, to his mortification. Neil only grins, the brat that he is.       “It’s okay, Your Majesty.” Neil circled one of the nipples and Kevin wiggled in pain. “I’ll take care of your needs.” He moves down Kevin’s body, trailing kisses from Kevin’s chest towards his hips. A needy moan escapes Kevin when Neil licks over the cock cage, and then closes his mouth over it. Kevin saw stars and he’s fairly sure he’s stopped breathing for a moment.       He comes back to himself when Neil’s warmth disappears and Kevin’s legs are hoisted up towards chest. He grunts when Andrew attaches the spreader bar to the bed railing. Now there’s not much room for Kevin to move, which is exactly what Andrew wants. He glares at the man, which earns him a swat on his ass.       “Lose the attitude,” says Andrew.       “Or what?” Kevin challenges.       Andrew just shrugs. “We’ll leave you exactly like this. And the cage stays on for a week.”       Kevin decides that not arguing is the better option for now, so he looks at the ceiling.       “So our Queen’s not actually that dumb,” Andrew comments, at which Neil immediately jumps in, “She’s not dumb.”       Andrew only waves his hand in dismissal and Kevin’s cheeks burn.       There’s a sound of a drawer opening, making Kevin excited because he’s quite sure Andrew has just gotten the lube. Maybe there’ll be some pleasure for him in this arrangement after all. Andrew’s dick always fills him just right, rubbing in all the right places to bring him the best orgasm.       Imagine his surprise when Andrew gives the small bottle to Neil, saying “Have fun.” The confusion’s been visible on his face probably because Andrew states, “I don’t fuck women.” Like it’s something that should be clear to Kevin. A feeling of humiliation coiled in his stomach, coloring his cheeks and ears. He wants to protest, but a hand on his mouth cuts him off before he can get any word out.       “Neil wanted to spend a night with his Queen tonight, so this is who you are for now.” Andrew’s look on him makes Kevin feel really small now.       “Don’t worry, Your Majesty,” Neil’s voice joins in. “I’ll give you the twins you want so much.” He pours lube on his fingers. “We have a whole night to try.”