Chapter 10 Oliver
Oliver
I’m not sure if this is an appropriate place to be reevaluating my whole life. But to be fair, there isn’t much else for me to be doing right now, so why not?
“Avocado maki roll, my love?” Tallis asks to my left.
August sighs to my right. “Yes, please, Master.”
I feel something move from my skin. Presumably where Tallis has lifted a bit of sushi off me and is now feeding it with chopsticks to my Daddy. I wouldn’t know, seeing as I’m blindfolded. But that was the general idea Tallis gave me when he set this scene up a little while ago.
My hands are restrained together above my head with padded cuffs as I lay on a narrow, rectangular dining table. Seeing as there was a hook ready to fix the end of the chain on the cuffs to, I assume this is usually where my Master and Daddy take meals like this.
For the first time all weekend, jealousy threatens to creep into my thoughts at the notion they’ve done this with other subs.
Of course they have. I’m being ridiculous if I’m going to get in my feelings about that.
Besides, the beauty of subspace is that there isn’t much room for indulging in those kinds of insecurities.
So I inhale slowly and deeply as I drift back to the lighter state of mind I was in before.
My feet are attached to a spreader bar, making my intimate areas exposed. But so far, no one has touched me there. Tallis did hint that we could make me feel more like a prop today and see how I enjoyed that.
So far, it’s making me feel kind of hot and squirmy, kind of like when Tallis laughed at me during other scenes.
It’s not humiliation in the way I imagined it.
I don’t feel degraded or shamed. It’s more like…
I don’t have to feel anything. I am both the table and the serving platter right now, making my Master and my Daddy happy just by existing.
I never imagined how freeing it would be.
It’s also kind of uncomfortable, but again, that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Tallis put a small pillow under my head, so my neck is supported. The wood has warmed against my skin, but it’s still hard, and my limbs have a dull ache from being stretched out.
That’s all part of the experience, though. The sensation helps me disassociate. And I’m not gagged, so if at any point it gets too much, I can use my colors to break or pause the scene. I really don’t think it’s going to come to that, however.
I knew Tallis was up to mischief when he said he’d ordered sushi for lunch.
But seeing as we’d discussed this kind of set up in our very first meeting and I’d been expecting a scenario like it all weekend, he didn’t need to explain much.
He’d just stripped my clothes off, tied me down, then sucked me hard until our food arrived.
August probably guessed something was going on, but acted like he was occupied while Tallis carefully displayed all the bite-sized morsels on and around my body.
Somehow, I was still hard by the time Tallis leaned down to kiss my mouth before slipping the blindfold over my eyes.
Then he put on an instrumental playlist that made me feel like cherry blossoms were slowly falling all around us and went to go fetch his husband.
It’s not like I didn’t think August would like the setup.
But my skin still tingled all over when Tallis brought him in and I heard him gasp.
In between mouthfuls of tangy rice, salty fish and tofu, and crunchy veggies, my Daddy has been moaning nonstop about how delicious everything is.
It sounds like he’s talking about the food, but I know it’s really about me.
Well, I hope so. In a way, though, it almost doesn’t matter. He’s happy, and our Master is happy, so I’m happy.
I float peacefully, like I’m on an inflatable pizza slice basking under summer sunshine, bobbing gently in a private swimming pool. I’ve never really experienced anything like it before.
After a while, I’m aware of their murmuring voices, but I’m too out of it to decipher any particular words.
It’s only when I start feeling their mouths on my body do I stir, realizing they must be eating the sushi hands free now.
I shiver as lips and tongues trail across my skin.
It feels like August hums, the vibrations tickling as they transfer between us.
The giggle escapes my throat before I can stop it.
I bite my cheek to try and regain my composure, but there’s no dialing down the grin that’s overcome my face.
“Hello, little treat,” Tallis’s voice rumbles, sounding amused. He nips at my earlobe and rolls one of my nipples between his finger and thumb. It’s sticky with residual soy sauce as it forms a hard bud. “Are you coming back to us? You were very good serving lunch for your Daddy.”
“Thank you, Master,” I say breathlessly. My thoughts are still syrupy, but I’m definitely more present again, and my cock is throbbing as August ghosts his lips along the length.
“Are you hungry, sweet boy?” he asks me.
“Uh,” I say reflexively. I’m not sure if I am or not. My tummy is full of butterflies. But I haven’t had anything since breakfast, and it’s mid-afternoon now, so the answer is probably yes.
“I think your Daddy wants to feed you, little treat,” Tallis explains with a chuckle. The handcuffs jostle, and I realize he’s setting me free. “You should eat something.”
“Okay,” I agree. “I mean…yes, Master.”
“Good boy,” he tells me as he massages my wrists. They’re not particularly painful due to the padding, but it still feels nice and it shows me that he cares.
I feel very cared for right now, just like I have all weekend.
Tallis moves down the table to release my ankles. My limbs all feel like jelly, but I quickly discover I don’t have to worry about that.
The blindfold slides from my eyes, and I blink even though the lighting is low and romantic.
The gentle Japanese music is still playing and the air is warm.
It’s funny how I wasn’t really aware of that during the scene.
I would have expected my senses to be heightened without sight, but it’s like I got to take a nice little vacation from my brain for a while.
I feel wobbly and sluggish as August helps me to sit up. What’s left of the sushi falls off my body, and I try not to knock any of the dishes displayed on the table as I swing my legs around and August pulls me into his lap.
“You’re so beautiful, baby boy,” my Daddy says softly as he presses a small ball of rice against my lips.
I chew it down, then he encourages me to suck the lingering sauce from his fingers.
“You should have seen yourself with all the pretty sushi on. Our Master did such an amazing job decorating you.”
August continues cradling me to his chest and feeding me tidbits from his lunch, interspersed with sips of water.
Tallis moves one of chairs closer to us.
“Don’t worry, little treat,” he assures me as he selects a sliver of charred red pepper.
“I took plenty of photos so you could enjoy my hard work later.”
He grins then puts the pepper between his lips and leans toward me. Without needing to be told, I sit up to meet him halfway and take the pepper from him with a kiss.
“Good boy,” he says gently, his eyes shining as he holds my gaze.
For the next several minutes, my Daddy and my Master take turns feeding me. I’m naked, so there is something hot about it. But it’s more sensual than sexy as they quietly take their time making sure I’m satisfied.
As my stomach fills, I realize that my heart is getting heavier and heavier.
I try and fight it because this is supposed to be a fun, flirty moment.
But all I can feel are the seconds ticking down until the time when I have to leave in a couple of hours.
This is probably going to be our last scene together.
I don’t have any right to make it sad. The arrangement was always just supposed to be for two days, and the contract was clear that my main purpose was to make August happy.
I don’t want our time to end, though.
By sheer force of will, I hold back any tears and manage not to blab any of the thoughts flying around my head.
But I just spent the last half hour teetering on the edge of wondering if my life has been fundamentally changed by the two men currently beside me.
It’s like they’ve altered my brain chemistry.
I’ve got no illusions about ever dating anyone vanilla again.
This kind of kink is clearly the dynamic for me.
More than that, though, the idea of walking away from my Daddy and my Master is breaking my heart.
But they’re not looking for a boyfriend. Tallis was perfectly clear that they’re a happily married couple who rarely play with the same sub more than once.
I don’t have a place here beyond this weekend. I’m lucky to have even had that. How many people can say they’ve had the honor of being somebody’s birthday present? Not many, I bet. Tallis chose me. August delighted in me.
It would be selfish and ungrateful to spoil that now, so I try and brighten my attitude, smiling at Tallis from August’s lap.
But my Master doesn’t have that usual sparkle in his eyes.
He reaches forward and pulls me from August to join him on his chair, hugging me as I curl against him, sitting across his thighs as he rocks me slowly and kisses my temple.
“You’re a very special boy, Oliver,” he says softly. “Thank you so much for gifting us with your presence this weekend.”
August drags his chair even closer and wraps us both in his arms. “You’ve been the best birthday treat I could have ever dreamed of,” he tells me thickly.