One Shots (MxM)

The Duo and Mickey

The Duo and Mickey-

Note:read chapter 27 of challenge first

TW: mentions s****l assault

Mickey

I don't know how the f**k I let that i***t talk me into going on a date with two sexy guys who want to tie me up and f**k me.

This is why I never listen to Noel. He's a weirdo. Sure I have s*x all the time and I've even been included in a few orgies and a gangbang, though I'm not sure why straight guys think that getting all their friends together to f**k a girl isn't gay. Especially if it's a double penetration thing. Like their d***s touch. That's super gay.

Anyway, the point is, why would I want to give these guys so much power over me? I get that they're cute, but it seems like a lot to have them take control over me. I got to visit the club and I watched all these guys following around their doms like their whole life revolved around that one person.

I got to watch a 'scene' too which is really just live p**n but I guess it's called something different because it's kinky and they don't get paid. This little purple haired boy who looked a lot like a girl was totally tied up. I doubt he could've moved an inch even if he wanted too. That's f*****g terrifying.

I don't trust easily, and giving complete control of my body to someone else is scary enough without the little mind tricks. I see the way Dax treats Noel, and although he's happy, it makes me sick to see my wild, crazy best friend get domesticated by some rich white guy with a huge c**k.

I saw how he was after he got drunk at the party I threw. He did one little keg stand and this 'Dax' guy acted all high and mighty like he's too good to be with someone who likes consuming alcohol. It's f*****g ridiculous.

Noel was supposed to be having fun and instead he ended up with his face in a toilet bowl while he was sobbing about how he's a terrible boyfriend and submissive because he broke one f*****g rule. It's gross.

Unlike that little traitor, I would never bow down to a man who hasn't thoroughly proved that he's worth it. Since there's two guys trying to get in my pants, that means twice the work.

Dax may have earned Noel's trust, or maybe Noel was just too weak to say no to the temptation of his boyfriend's totally sexy body, but either way, that guy is a d**k. I appreciate him making Noel happy, but he's way too controlling.

He even had the audacity to tell me to stay away from Noel, and if I were less stubborn, I may have listened to him too, but I obviously didn't.

Noel assured me that not all b**m relationships are like that. He said that some people are dating or married to their doms, but it's more common for it to be a contract arrangement. The dom and the sub set clear boundaries that neither cross.

He said that's what Jasper and August are looking for. A sub that's nothing more than a sub. They don't want a third partner or a boyfriend.

That's why I'm considering it. I've basically already decided to try a scene with them, but I'm waiting to find out if I'd consider doing anything that's more long term.

"You look bored. Would you like to go somewhere else? I know art isn't for everyone." August asks, smiling at me.

This is the third date they've taken me on. They're pretty sweet. Well August is. Jasper usually makes s****l comments and grabs my ass when he gets bored, but I don't really mind either of them.

"No. I really like art actually. I just have a pretty severe RBF."

"RBF?"

"Resting b***h face. It means that I just naturally look bitchy. An art museum is actually a cute place for a date. Who came up with this?" I ask, glancing at a few other paintings. I only stop to really look at the ones that call to me.

"That would be me." Jasper informs me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "You know, when you agree to be our sub, the first thing I'll be correcting is that potty mouth. It's like you can't say one sentence without cursing."

"I'm sure I could, but that cute little comment sounded like a f*****g challenge to me."

"I'd like to see you try talking s**t when you're deep throating my cock." He whispers in my ear.

I smirk and turn towards him to reach my arms up, wrapping them around his neck. I pull him close, kissing his neck up to his ear.

"You want me so bad. Honestly, it's a bit sad to see you so desperate. Listen, Jasper, you may be a dom, but if you think I'm submitting to anyone without a good fight first, you're sorely mistaken."

"Lucky me. I like subs that take a little more effort." He says, playfully smacking my ass before grabbing my hand so that we can follow August to the next section.

I notice that Jasper and I seem to like the same paintings. I prefer the dark, morbid, melancholy things, and so does he. August gravitates to brighter, happier paintings.

"You actually like art?" Jasper asks.

I roll my eyes and nod. "Yes I actually like art. Not in an 'oh what a pretty picture' way. I like it in an interpretive way. It's the broadest art form because of how many ways it can be interpreted. A song clearly states what it's about. So do poems. Even with dances it's pretty easy to grasp what the choreographer intended. Paintings are different."

"Okay. What do you think about this one then?" Jasper asks, pointing at the one in front of us.

"The Persistence of Memory by Salvador Dalí. It's got a lot of different interpretations. Some people think the melting clocks represent time wasting away. Some people think it means that time itself is primitive and unimportant. Personally, I like to focus on the title. There's a reason he named it that. I think it means that even when time melts away or blurs together, memories are what last. It doesn't matter if something happened five years ago or three because eventually you'll forget and it will disappear, but what you're left with is a memory. Even without a time stamp, it persists."

I stare at the painting for a little longer before looking at Jasper and August who are both staring at me with wide eyes and slightly dropped jaws.

"What the f**k are you staring at?"

Jasper pulls me closer to him while August moves behind me and kisses the back of my shoulder.

"I like your interpretation. I just don't think either of us expected that." August tells me.

"Why not. You guys just assumed I'd be stupid because I curse sometimes and went to a public school? A school I flunked out of by the way. It doesn't matter though. Standardized tests aren't used to measure knowledge. They're used to measure obedience."

"I didn't do so hot in school either, you know? I barely passed high school and I went to a community college for my degree. Trust me, I get how stupid the school system is." Jasper assures me, taking my face in his hands to stare at me. He looks into my eyes and smiles at me.

I feel my cheeks heat up as I look back at him and start to get an odd feathery feeling in my chest. "Right. Anyway, I'm going to do a scene with you guys, but could we go. I need to talk to you two about some things first."

I lead the way out of the exhibit we'd been walking through, and eventually we get outside, walking towards the car. While we walk, I think about how I should tell them. I don't know what to do. I don't usually care what people think of me, but these guys are actually some of the nicest people I know.

Jasper volunteers to take the back seat so that I can sit in the front. August turns the car on to start the AC, but instead of driving away, they both wait for me to say something.

"I usually go to parties with friends. It's safer that way because when we stick together, people don't bother us as much, but the friend I was going with bailed last minute and Noel and I were fighting so I went alone." I start, trying to give them as much information as I can without making the situation seem like more than it was.

"These guys kept hitting on me and they were cute so I didn't mind the flirting. We played beer pong a few times, and I kept losing so I got drunk pretty quick and then someone gave me a joint so I started smoking too."

I remember the party like it was yesterday. I remember being pressed up against hot sweaty guys and I remember everyone slowly taking their clothes off as it got hotter. I remember drinking a bunch and how one of the guys kept getting handsy. I remember the bass in the music being so low that it shook the whole house.

"When I was really f****d up they offered to take me to a bedroom so I could sleep for a while, and when they laid me on it, I closed my eyes. I was trying to go to bed, but they ended up using a belt to tie my hands to the headboard. I couldn't move much, though even if I wasn't tied up, I doubt I could've done anything. I think there were four or five of them, and I don't think they were drinking."

I glance over at the two of them. Their expressions are entirely different but neither are good. August looks like he pities me, and Jasper looks pissed.

"They took turns deciding which one would get to f**k me next. My body felt really weak, and I remember trying to say 'stop, no, don't do that' but I don't remember if I actually said it or if it was in my head. I got really tired and passed out, but when I woke up, I had a terrible hangover and it felt like I got hit by a bus. I didn't see those guys again anywhere. The party was like an hour away, so I'm sure they probably just lived in a different city, but uh... that's why I'm a little wary about getting tied up."

"Why didn't you tell anyone? They should've been arrested. You-"

"It wouldn't have mattered. I was drunk and high when it happened. I'm notorious for being a reckless teen, and I'd already been arrested twice before. No cop would've believed me, and if I said something, I would've had to admit to drug use and underage drinking. You have no idea how badly racist cops want an excuse to throw some rebellious kid that looks like me in jail."

Jasper falters for a moment. He's not as light as August is. His skin is a pretty dark tan color, leading me to believe he's not totally white, but then again, Dax doesn't look totally white either, but he is.

"They r***d you."

"Don't say it like that." I snap at him, making him roll his eyes.

"Why not? That's what happened, and no amount of down playing it changes the fact that those guys should be in jail."

"When you choose to have the lifestyle I do. With the drugs and alcohol and s*x, you're aware of the risks that come with it. I should've known better than to get f****d up with a bunch of strangers. Besides, if every person I f****d when we were both drunk cried r**e, I would have life in prison by now."

"That's different! You were drunk and they weren't. They knew what they were doing and they took advantage of you. That's rape."

"No it's not. Look, I'm not a f*****g victim! Nobody attacked me and pinned me down. I wasn't screaming and crying for them to stop. I don't even remember if I said anything!"

"Well, nothing doesn't mean yes! They had no right to do-"

"Relax, Jas. Screaming at him isn't going to make him feel any better." August tells him before reaching over to take my hand and give me a soft smile.

"I know it's hard to admit when something happens that you can't control. It's hard to admit when we're too weak to stop something that we wanted to, but pretending that it's something you wanted just for the sake of not being a victim isn't good for you."

I pull my hand away and blink away some of the tears that started forming. "I know. But it's too late now. I can't change anything, so it's fine."

"Why wasn't Noel there with you? I thought you and him went everywhere together."

"We were fighting. I did something really shitty." I admit, sighing as I think back on it.

"What did you do?" Jasper asks.

"I f****d his sister. His twin actually. I definitely shouldn't have but I went to his house to hang out and he wasn't there and Candace started talking to me and then we started kissing and next thing you know we were fucking."

"Wow. Yeah that is pretty shitty." Jasper tells me, making me laugh a little.

"That's not the worst part. She was on the pill so we didn't use a condom but I guess it's only 97% effective and my sperm must've been the 3% that swam faster, so I accidentally got her pregnant."

"Wow... I uh..."

"Right? Anyway she had 9 siblings so obviously she didn't want to keep it and neither of us were fit to be parents anyway, so she got an abortion. Anyway, safe to say he wasn't very happy with me especially since we were f*****g a lot too, and even though we weren't dating, f*****g your butt buddies sibling is probably not the way to go."

I can tell that Jasper is annoyed with me changing the subject, but August gives him a look and smiles at me. "Is there anything you'd like to know about us before our scene?"

"Political affiliations?"

"Conservative Democrat." August answers which makes sense for someone who's rich yet still as kind and saintly as him.

"I usually vote for the third party for shits and giggles. I still wish Bernie would've won." Jasper answers, making me laugh softly.

"Immigration?"

"If we close our borders then we're not really the 'land of the free' are we?" August mumbles with Jasper nodding along.

"Religion?"

"Agnostic." Jasper says.

"Christian." August answers. "The Bible is misinterpreted though and the Old Testament is outdated."

"Healthcare?"

"Should be free."

August rolls his eyes. "Should be more affordable. Not free. If you want free healthcare then go somewhere where it doesn't cost over $100,000 in tuition alone to become a doctor."

"Alright we'll now that I know I'm not hopping into bed with a Trump supporter, I guess we can talk about the actual s*x part when we get there. I do have one last thing though. I've been fooling around with this guy, Quinn. If I become your submissive, my only requirement is that I can still have s*x with him."

Jasper looks at August, and raises a brow with a slight hint of a smirk on his lips. August gives him the same look before smiling at me. "You can bring him with you."

"What?"

"If he's interested then he can join us as well and if not then that's fine, but at the very least, we'd like to meet whoever you'll be sleeping with."

"O-Okay. Yeah, I'll bring him. We're meeting at the club on Wednesday, right?"

August nods and pulls out of the spot to start driving towards my apartment. Hmm... Jasper, August, Quinn, and Me? It doesn't sound so bad.