Three's Not A Crowd: A Polyamorous BDSM Story (18+)

The Misery of Pleasure

I am writing this thank you from Max's side. He is very grateful for you guys saving him. Maybe next time I will have to increase the ransom, coz you guys absolutely crushed this demand.

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Xavier's POV:

"You are literally the entire reason for this" Max said through gritted teeth, giving his exposed dick a slight squeeze.

"ME?? Oh really? As if you didn't drink at all!" I scoffed, doing the same thing as him.

I swear to god, I hate this stupid biology of men. Why the fuck are our dicks the coldest thing out of our entire bodies?

"You convinced me to sneak out even after Sylvia said no!" Max threw his hands in the air.

"You are NOT a kid. You could've just said no! And then I would've also not gone and we wouldn't have been here" I said angrily.

"This is–" Max shivered, taking a breath to calm himself, "This is stupid. I don't think we should be against each other right now."

I looked him up and down, sighing, "Yeah, I agree."

I'll give you guys a little context on what is happening right now. In simple words, Max and I are currently suffering in the playroom from cold.

Around one hour ago, Sylvia put Max and I in such a bondage that our hands are tied in a praying position in front of us.

The only different being that they are tied all the way from the wrists to the elbows. So we really can't do much.

She put spreader bars on both our legs, placing us on the bed and leaving. Now we're sitting here since the past our, just freezing in this cold.

Technically it's still the same temperature as always. But when you're naked, sitting directly under the AC and unable to cover up even a little bit...

Yeah, it's fucking cold.

The door creaked open and Sylvia finally walked in. "Mistress, it's cold" Max immediately whined. Sylvia gave us a bored look.

"Mistress, you wouldn't want your boys getting sick now, do you?" I added to Max's pleading.

"I didn't want my boys drunk either. But sometimes, you just don't get what you want" she replied.

Sylvia pulled both me and Max up, untying Maxwell and then just walking away. "Why am I still tied?" I asked, jealous of his freedom.

"Shut up" was the simple two word reply I received from my very angry wife.

Sylvia then came back, a bottle of something in her hand. She removed two pills from the bottle and forwarded them to Max.

"Take them" she demanded. "What is this mistress?" Max asked as he took the pills from her.

"Aphrodisiac."

"What? Why mistress? I'm hard for you even without it" Max whined. Sylvia grabbed his jaw roughly, so tight that there were definitely going to be fingerprints there.

"Because hard is not enough for me. I want you begging, I want you sweating, I want you quivering. I want you so pathetic Maxwell, that you end up crawling even when you come to me just to ask for some stimulation.

On your knees, dilated eyes, aching cock, messed up brain, in dire need of any stimulation. Broken and tamed. So that you never even think of going against your mistress. Does that answer your question slut?"

Was I supposed to shiver at this threat along with Max? I don't know. But it did have it's effect on me too.

"Please mistress" Max pleaded, knowing damn well that his condition would be even worse than this in the end.