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Porn For Me: Triad Part One

August 7, 2010

Triad is the first thing I wrote for HTPorn, and even though I put my name on it, I was really too embarrassed to share it. But what the hell. I will make my own porn content if that’s what I’ve got to do.

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Dasa is our dominant husband. Erat is our slave husband. Dasa is built like Atlas, while Erat is wiry and slim. I love their masculinity and they make me love my femininity all the more. I love being fucked by each of them, and fucking each of them, and being fucked by both of them, and fucking both of them, and I love watching them fuck each other, and I love to have each of them watch me fucking the other.

Today Dasa told Erat, “You’re going to fuck me in the ass while I’m in the missionary position.”

Now Erat is mostly accustomed to our strange, iconoclastic ways, but he still gave Dasa about five seconds of disturbed look before he said, “Okay,” and went and got the olive oil. Upon hearing, I settle in the audience chair and could not have been moved by fire or war.

Erat returns, and Dasa lays back on the futon with his arms above his head and spreads his muscular thighs. He’s already half hard. Not having been given further instruction, Erat starts with default foreplay. He strokes and caresses Dasa’s thighs, and the deep line of his Apollo’s belt. He covers our husband with his smaller body and kisses up his chest, plays with his nipples with his lips, and they do a lot of deep, tongue kissing. There are few things as beautiful as watching my husbands kiss. It almost looks like simple love-making, small man on top of big man, if you didn’t know they were slave and master, and the slave was going to do the fucking. He doesn’t suck Dasa’s cock because in our house that’s a privilege for him, and he hasn’t been told he’s earned it. I get to do it whenever I damn well please. Which is often.

When Dasa is completely hard and signals him by touching his hips, Erat begins to massage the olive oil into his anus, his perineum, his crack. He does it slowly, sensually, and Dasa closes his eyes and soaks in the entire experience. He looks so relaxed. Then Erat puts his middle finger in him and begins stroking, and Dasa’s chest lifts a little and he doesn’t quite sigh. Erat sinks his ring finger into him, and starts finger-fucking him, slowly and gently. This time Dasa does sigh. Erat finger-fucks him for a long, beautiful time before Dasa draws up one of his knees to tap him on the rib-cage. Erat pours more olive oil on his thick, beautiful cock, wets Dasa’s entrance some more, and settles his oiled hands on Dasa’s thighs.

His eyes close and squeeze shut as he penetrates Dasa. It’s obviously an intense experience. He’s been inside Dasa before, but before Dasa was on top, riding him like a fucking bronco. He sinks in to the hilt, takes a bare moment to fortify himself, and starts thrusting. He has the most gorgeous back, and to watch all his muscles ripple as he pumps into Dasa is…

Dasa’s ass is planted against Erat’s hips as he gives faint, breathy groans. Dasa puts his hand on the side of Erat’s head, not hard, not yanking his hair, and pulls his head toward his chest. Erat supports himself with his hands on either side of Dasa’s broad chest and keeps thrusting, his eyes clenched shut, his mouth open. Dasa kisses him, and he kisses him back, as if that’s the only way to get oxygen.

Dasa’s enormous hands are stroking his slender back, running down from his shoulders to his ribs, then his hips, caressing, gripping, kneading his gorgeous ass, cupping his thighs. As if that wasn’t gorgeous enough, Dasa reaches behind Erat’s ass and grips his balls, then grabs them and twists. Erat cries out, shuddering, and keeps thrusting and barely misses a beat. I am so proud of him right then.

Erat has the most exquisitely sensitive balls. We can hurt them so easily that we save ball torture for birthdays and other special occasions.

With Erat’s balls in a vice, Dasa straightens his arm, keeping it steady by bracing it on Erat’s thigh, so that every time Erat thrusts into him, he pulls against his balls. He keeps thrusting because he hasn’t been given permission to stop, and he starts sobbing each time he fills Dasa’s body. He’s so fucking gallant. He’s fighting his pain to keep pleasuring his dom, to keep meeting the deep, hard fucking he knows Dasa wants, but he’s also fighting to stay erect, to not go flaccid because of the pain.

Dasa pulls his knees up to his chest so Erat can thrust deeper, making him pull more against his own balls. Dasa’s size is deceptive; he’s incredibly flexible. His cock is dripping against his hard abdomen from the prostate massage, from listening to Erat’s little desperate shrieks.

Sinking his other hand into Erat’s long hair, Dasa yanks his head down and hauls him over so Erat’s ear his right by his mouth. It’s an awkward position, being pulled in two directions, and he’s fighting to keep his hips moving.

“You’re going to come before me,” Dasa growls. Then he shoves Erat again and tightens his grip on his balls.

Erat starts breathing heavier, thrusting harder, battling his own aversion to reaching orgasm before one of us.

“Nedi, help me,” he begs, gasping above Dasa. “Help me, help me, help me…” He’s close to sobbing again, and it makes me smile. He’s begging me to help him come, because he’s not sure he can do it on his own, but I just smile and watch.

I can see when he braces his feet and his knees against the bedding, and he starts thrusting hard, as hard as he can, ignoring the pain, and giving harsh, tight grunts every time their bodies meet. Dasa lets out an almost inaudible breath, almost like a little hum, and relaxes further.

I can tell the moment he comes, from the way he thrusts, the whimper after the grunt. So can Dasa, but he doesn’t tell Erat to stop, so he’s still thrusting, thrusting, thrusting even though he has to be so sensitive right now–

Then Dasa grabs him by the throat and shoves him off. Erat lands on his side, choking slightly as Dasa moves on top of him.

He really, really wants to suck Dasa’s cock. He whimpers it.

To which Dasa responds, “Shut up, greedy whore.”

He shoves Erat on his back, and clamps a hand over his mouth, pinching his nose shut, and starts masturbating over his face like a piston. Erat didn’t exactly get a lungful before he was denied the right to breathe, and his chest is spasming in protest, his fingers digging into the futon. Tears start streaming down his temples from the lack of oxygen as Dasa single-mindedly pumps his own cock with Erat trapped beneath him.

Seconds go by, organized in my head in careful sets of ten. Five sets pass, then six seconds, and Erat’s face is alternately suffused with red and deathly pale, when Dasa comes on his face, all without a sound.

Dasa peels his hand away, covered in his come, and climbs off Erat to go the basin and wash himself. Erat lays gasping on the futon, gulping air, swallowing come, blinking it out of his eyes, tangled between subspace and primordial terror. I’m right there, in case he needs me, but Dasa comes back with a wet towel and begins to wipe his face, molding his body against Erat’s to keep him warm. Erat turns against him, shivering from more than the post-adrenaline chill. I climb down from the chair and lay on his other side, and press closer, sandwiching him between us, and Dasa pulls the comforter over us.

7 Comments leave one →
  1. August 7, 2010 3:18 pm

    Wow.

    I mean, like, just… wow.

    And you’re too embarrassed to let people see this? Jeezus, I have to take a cold shower, now.

  2. ranat permalink*
    August 7, 2010 3:51 pm

    Well, it’s certainly encouraging to see it’s having its desired effect. :D

    I dunno about the embarrassment. I come from a background where until I was nearly twenty I thought masturbation was wrong. I think there’s still some repression hang-ups, still the conditioned response to hide my sexuality rather than express it, even though I’ve dealt with a lot of the fear and the shame. Now I’m at a stage where I want to open up, even though when I saw this post go live on the site I flinched inside. Every time I share myself and end up connecting with people instead of ostracized, it’s a positive reinforcement for me, and I share a little more.

  3. August 12, 2010 9:27 am

    I like the whole triad situation you created here. The sex scene is delightful. More please! About Nedi, Erat and Dasa, or any other characters you might dream up.

    It worked even though I usually have a really hard time getting into fiction written in present tense.

  4. ranat permalink*
    August 13, 2010 6:15 pm

    I feel the same about fiction in the present tense. But the porn seems to come out of me that way at least half the time. I started writing more about the Triad initially, which hit a wall with my embarrassment/insecurity. But I’m returning to it. There’s another couple porn pieces in the line up from the old piano notebook, and from there, who knows.

    Thanks for reading, and I’m really happy people are enjoying it. :D

  5. August 18, 2010 5:16 am

    *pant pant pant*

    Can I has both of them, pleaz?

    Niiiiice work. Rowr.

  6. ranat permalink*
    August 18, 2010 1:46 pm

    “Can I has both of them, pleaz?”

    I know, right? I guess we can technically all have them. In our heads. Glad you enjoy.

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