Ryan's POV

Ricky had begged me to come back to his house tonight.

Him, Mike, and I were going to play truth or dare. At least that's what Ricky said. Ricky and Mike are kinda open with their relationship. They always include me in games like that. It's super fun!

We walked through the door and Ricky immediately began jumping up and down. He dragged me into the living room, where we waited for Mike. He was outside making a phone call.

We waited a few minutes, until Mike finally came in.

He sat on the chair across from the couch that we were on.

"Who goes first?" Ricky asked.

"For what?" Mike spoke, confused.

"Daddy! You forgot we was playing truth or dare!"

"Oh yeah. Ryan, truth or dare?"

"Dare!"

"Hmm...take your shirt off." He told me.

I bit my lip, doing as I was told.

I put my shirt on the ground, looking over to Ricky. "Truth or dare?"

"Mmm...troof."

"What's your favorite animal?"

"Kitties!"

Mike just started laughing. I think he had originally planned for this to be dirty, but it could be funny too.

"Troof or dare, daddy?"

"Dare."

"Um....kiss me." Ricky giggled.

Mike walked over to Ricky, kissing his lips. He pushed me and Ricky apart and sat between us. He looked down at me, smirking. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth." I told him.

"What's your favorite fantasy to think about?"

I bit my lip. "Pass...?"

"Nope. You can't pass." He told me.

"Being forced. A-anything violent." I whispered.

He smiled.

"Truth or dare?" I asked Ricky.

"Dare."

"Lick the couch." I told him.

He did it, looking up at me. "Ewww."

"Truth or dare?" Ricky asked.

"Dare.

"...kiss Ryan!" Ricky said.

Mike leaned over, kissing me gently.

Mike patted my head. "Truth or dare?" He asked me.

"Dare."

"Let me go through your Amazon history."

I handed him my phone, closing my eyes. I could feel myself internally cringe at the thought of him looking at what was there.

"Ooo...Ryan's a naughty boy." Mike taunted.

Ricky giggled. "Lemme see!"

Mike handed Ricky my phone, reading from the recent orders section . "16 inch realistic dildo."

I felt my face go red. I grabbed my phone back.

"T-truth or dare?" I asked Ricky.

"Umm....truth."

"What's one thing you've never done in the bedroom?"

"Blood!" Ricky answered after a moment. 

I swear, he just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

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Chris's POV

He'd finally left, but I wanted him to come back...I was all alone...

I was tied to my bed, still blindfolded, gagged, and unable to hear.

How long is he going to leave me like this?

The blindfold was soaked with my tears. I just wanted him to come back.

Last night was scary and strange. He'd made me drunk for the first time ever, and he'd fucked me for the first time. I'd never bottomed before last night, and it was scary. I didn't like it. All I could remember was the white hot, burning pain. It felt like I was being ripped in two. I hope he never does this again...

I closed my eyes. I wanted to sleep, but I couldn't. I wanted him. I want to tell him that I'm sorry and that I'll do what he wants and that I'll be good.

I pulled at my ropes, trying to get loose.

This isn't fair. I don't wanna be all tied up.

I wonder what he'll do when he comes back. Will he hurt me again or release me?

He said he's going to take away my senses. That's not fair!

I jumped when I felt hands on me. I made a noise through my gag. He came back!

He untied my hands and feet, lifting me up. Next thing I knew, the gag was being pulled off.

"M-master, I'm so sorry. I'll be g-good. I promise." I stammered.

Whatever was over my ears was pulled away too.

"Relax. I'm not him."

It was Angelo! I haven't seen him in a while!

"Mike called and told me that you'd got yourself into trouble again." He told me, untying the blindfold. 

I blinked, my eyes hurting from the light.

"I didn't mean to..." I whispered. "I was just being stupid and bad again."

He sighed. "You're not stupid or bad at all. He just doesn't understand that you aren't built like the rest of us."

"Call him. Please. I want him back here. I have to apologize to my master. I-I need-"

"You don't need him. I'm staying here until he returns for you, then I'll talk to him." He told me.

"I need him. He's my master. I've been so bad. I deserve it. I want him to come back . I miss him..." I mumbled.

He sighed. "Chris, shut the fuck up. I don't need to deal with this shit. I will tie you back up and leave."

"No! Don't leave me..."

"Then sit the fuck down. Shut up and behave." He ordered.

"Why are you being so mean...?" I asked.

"Because, I'm tired of having to rescue your sorry ass. I have better things to do." He growled. "Just do what I say and listen."

I frowned, nodding. "Why do I have to do what you say?"

"Because I'm higher than you. You're a slave. You are the lowest of low. You take orders from everyone."

I nodded, putting my head down.

I want my master to come back.

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