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With Dominic now fully clothed once again, and with me leading the vanguard of our ménage à trois, it was now the stallion's turn to bask in my form. I remembered only recently being speechless when I first saw Dominic. I had opened the door, and didn't expect the bold, hunk of horse before me. And now Dominic was able to see me in a similar light. I wasn't worried for Thrad, I wasn't insecure in myself or our sex life. I was unassailably confident, like I'd grown to be in nearly all sexual play. I was even confident in my nervousness. I wanted all of it. I wanted Dominic, and I wanted my bull. I wanted Thrad to be a little jealous, and to match my sex drive par for par. I wanted him to compete against his apparently endowed friend for the fucking-Silver-into-the-ground trophy.

I'm pleased to say that Dominic was just as speechless as I had been when I first opened the door and saw him.

The horse's tall eyes were locked on me. He couldn't seem to decide which parts of me to look at, so he slowly took in as much of me as he could. His eyes moved to my bare waist and he slowly moved up from there. It looked like he was taking in my every stripe, and the gentle curves to my hips and middle. He took in note of my chest, which was almost laughably small compared to either of the men about me. If Thrad could almost encircle my entire chest with just his two hands, I was willing to bet that Dominic might be able to - or at least, he could come very close. I was still "struggling" to take off my shirt, and although I didn't have very much head-fur it still ruffed when I pulled my shirt over. I looked just the tiniest bit sloppy then, but it was calculated, just as removing my shirt had been. I knew my body well. I knew the effect it had on men like Thrad, and now Dominic as well. Then I flashed him an award winning smile. It was awkward and shy, but I was feeling genuinely awkward and shy, so the smile was perfectly genuine as well.

I smoothed my hair over to buy us all some time. Dominic was fully staring then, and Thrad was staring between us both. Just as I'd suspected, he'd already started to grow territorial. Only, this time it wasn't over a genuine concern for Dominic stealing my heart away. Dominic wasn't a threat to our relationship. He was just, a new sexual token to play around. It was like Dominic wanted me, and Thrad was judging exactly how quickly his friend's lust was growing. That way Thrad would know exactly how much lust to show back. Already a power play was beginning, between Thrad and his friend. And I was in the glorious middle of it all.

Fixing my hair as I was helped to show off my bare arms. The effect was more to show off what wasn't there than anything else. I was toned enough, and while I wasn't particularly weak for my size, I didn't work out - and I certainly wasn't six feet tall and made of muscle. I was thin, my body was thin, my arms were thin. I had petite, even feminine features. I exaggerated that as best as I could. I needed Dominic to know that I would be physically helpless under his massive grasp. Nothing but an innocent young kid, in over his head, and dripping of sexual desire. And I had not one but two walls of men to direct my energy towards. But my desire wasn't split equally both ways. It's like my desire grew to accommodate the additional pair of eyes upon me. There was plenty of Silver to go around. And I turned my needy expression away from Dominic, and onto my bull. Yes, I still want you, my eyes said. And I backed that up by nestling briefly against Thrad. It was almost an accidental touch, and I played it off like that. As though I didn't mean to rub my naked upper half against him. Oops, did I make you a little horny just now? Sorry. Sometimes I can't control myself.

Then I turned specifically towards Thrad, and reached up to give him a kiss. Thrad was tall (yet not as tall as Dominic was), so I had to stretch up to reach him. I made a show of it. Then Dominic saw my stripes shift about me. He saw my back stretch as I did. He took in my petite form from a new angle, and with the stretch I've given him he saw my curves in a slightly new light. It wasn't altogether dissimilar from the silly show I'd given Thrad just before his friend had arrived. Just like I wriggled my ass in front of my bull to tease his cock to wakefulness, I was now using my body to tease at the horse. But Thrad was used to me. And sure, he never got bored at taking in my form. But it was Dominic's first time. I wanted him to relish in it, just as I was relishing in the first time I'd teased a new man in several months. It wasn't by any spoken agreement, but a while ago I had stopped sleeping with people who weren't Thrad. So I was looking forward to tonight, in quite a few different ways.

But my show didn't last for much longer, which worked to everyone's benefit. Thrad had started to take control, and that put on a show of a slightly different light.

It was a show of dominance. I'd started it by reaching up to kiss Thrad, and with my bodily attention tuned for Dominic's benefit, I'd misplaced the effect I was having on Thrad. Turns out I couldn't divide my attention as evenly as I thought I could, because Thrad was more worked up than I had realized. He didn't take me in his arms, he seized me. He held me tight. Ordinarily he worked us both into his grasp. He knew that he was strong. And compared to me he was nearly impossibly strong. So he only rarely went at one hundred percent from the get-go. But this was no time for pleasantries. We'd just crossed a new threshold in our relationship, and what more, for the first time in our history together there was another set of eyes on me. On his token prize. And it wouldn't do for anyone but Thrad to take me first.

Maybe it wasn't an explicitly sexual grab. More than anything it was a show of how easy I was to handle in a real man's arms. But to me such a move was as sexual as anything else could be. I forgot myself then, and Dominic as well, and even Thrad. I was in my favorite position in the world, which was any position at the mercy of a man far stronger than I. And I needed to be in that position. And so many positions besides.

My tail was flicking wildly behind me. Unbeknownst to me my rear was swaying a bit in time. I didn't realize the tremendous show I must have been putting on for the horse behind me. All I knew was that I was locked deep in Thrad's embrace, but it still wasn't enough. I moved to set one of Thrad's hands on my rear, but initially he resisted me. He was locking me into a kiss which was as powerful as the rest of him. By now about half of our kisses were sexually laden, even dominating. The other half were sensual between us, because the nature of our relationship had grown and deepened so much these past few months. This kiss was the former, just like our kisses always used to be. Just like I needed it now.

His tongue was taking me rather than exploring me. I'd gotten used to that element of our play together quickly. He was tasting me, and making it known that I belonged only to him. But I needed his hand on my ass in a powerful way. Again I tried to push his hand down to grope at my ass. Again he ignored me. He just continued to hold me tight, to lock me in the desperate, helpless position I was. So I pushed his arm twice to signal that I really, really needed him to grope my ass. Still nothing, which was deeply uncharacteristic, and extremely hot. Then I put as much weight on that one arm as I could. It was like helpless wrestling. I couldn't influence his grip on me in the slightest way. My efforts against his grasp meant nothing. I was childlike in his arms, and weak. And god did it drive me to sexual max.

I couldn't help but grind myself against him. I was getting hard, which lately didn't happen too often between us, because wearing a chastity cage had become a fairly regular part of our play together. And Thrad met my grind with one of his own. I was mainly hard. Thrad was maybe half way there. And his member pressed against me in a way mine just couldn't compare to. He was massive against me. Even semi-hard his size was impossible to believe. And each time we were together I had to reacquaint myself to his cock. For instance, right now I was remembering the exact size of him. Then I remembered the feeling of his cock in my mouth, and my throat. I could practically feel him inside of my rear, too. Stretching me to impossible depths, to a size I had never imagined I'd ever be able to take. And god I needed to feel him inside me.

Finally he acquiesced. He groped my ass powerfully. Just one of his hands took in my entire cheek, and I thrusted back against his hand as hard as I could. Please, Thrad, just, finger me. Fuck me. Give me something, anything. Thankfully I must have been having at least some effect on the massive, walking set of muscles I'd grown so attached to, because he moved beyond groping really fast. He undid my tail snap deftly, and slid his hand underneath my jeans. He groped me again, then grunted in frustration when he realized he'd missed my briefs in his haste. Then he repositioned his hand, reaching to my bare ass this time. His fingers made quick work of me. He knew my rear well by now. He knew the spots to tease. He didn't gun right for my hole. Rather, he spent time massaging at the underneath of my rear. He targeted somewhere between my ass, my thigh, and my taint. And I leaned against him with as much of my meager weight as I could. That was my spot, alright. And he knew damn well what it was doing to me. I couldn't tease my bull a quarter as well as he could tease me. What more, he was denying me. And it was the cruelest sexual joke he could play.

I had long forgotten Dominic by now, but Thrad seemed to remember. With his other hand he pushed my jeans and briefs down, exposing the entirety of my ass. He worked my whole ass then, at one grabbing and also massaging my cheeks. He pulled them apart, and released them, and smacked each one in turn, all the while driving me further into my need. And it was a show for his friend, who must still be feasting upon me. With his grip he was saying that I belonged to him. He was showcasing my goods, his goods, to the friend he'd invited to share me with. He wasn't just teasing me. He was teasing Dominic as well.

If Thrad was a wall of a man, Dominic was a tower. And either Dominic had grown more bold, or Thrad had given him some sort of an invitation which I couldn't see. Because I felt a third hand upon my ass, for the first time in my life. Because Thrad had either cheek firmly in his grip the third hand reached tenderly to the next most available spot. I felt fingers reach between my legs, and another set of massive fingers were fingering at my taint and balls. Dominic was getting a feel for my sac. He was feeling for himself how small and tight it was, and I wanted him to be able to see it fully. I needed him to.

I tried to reach to free myself of clothes entirely. I needed to be naked with them, as to be felt up as fully as possible. I needed more hands upon me, I needed more eyes to feast on me in more entirety. And still Thrad wouldn't let me go.

"Dammit Thrad, get off me!" I was far more forceful than I'd intended to be. But then, I was far more needing than I'd expected. Thrad made a sound between a grunt and a chuckle, and released me. Dominic took a polite step backward as well, and finally I was free.

I practically tore off my jeans and briefs, then. One moment I was partially wearing them, with my ass cleanly exposed. The next moment, I was nude. Then I made an unexpected move, both to the men around me, and to myself. I took a step back, and bumped into Dominic behind me. I oriented his hand between me to reach between my legs. He was still denied visibility on my package, but he could feel me more fully than he could before. And I looked daringly into Thrad's eyes. I was naked and pressed against another man. And his hand was between my legs, and he was feeling at my sac, and reaching towards my sheath and member. And it was all for Thrad's benefit. All the while I dared him with my eyes. I dared him to do something about the scene before him.

Then I was aware of the alien hand feeling me up. For a moment it made no sense to me. How could I be looking Thrad in the eyes, and then looking about his chest and arms, and how strong he was, and feeling how bad I needed him - while also having another set of hands upon me? And since my package was sensitive (but then, all of my body else sensitive to me), I could feel the difference in the set of fingers on me. They felt longer than Thrad's, and somehow less blunt (although a bovine's hand wasn't all that much different to an equine's hand when you got down to it). More than this, they were tender. Or at least, more tender than Thrad's comparatively brutish grasp on me. Thrad commanded my junk into his hand. Dominic's hand asked for it. And I tweaked my groin towards his hand, telling him with my body that it was okay.

I nearly set my junk into his hand. My balls rested in his palm, and his fingers naturally curved upward to hold my sheath. For most other creatures that would be an impossible reach. It seemed to me that few people had a package as tight as I did, but then, I didn't spent much time with other naked, twinkish forms, so I really didn't have a good frame of comparison. But combined with the massive handspan of an outrageously tall horse (seriously, almost an actual different weather pattern up there), he could take in my entirety with ease. He felt at my sheath, then deftly traced at my shaft from behind. Because I was so small against him he had to lean down, or even crouch down, to get the angle he needed.

That put his head next to mine, and he breathed me in deeply. I wish I could describe the scent he took in, and maybe if I searched real hard I could smell myself when he breathed me out. But all I could get was the smell of Dominic's breath behind me. It wasn't as strong as his body scent, and thank god he had good hygiene (although I'd expect nothing less from one of Thrad's friends). In all it was a sensual breath I felt against my neck. It was all the more sensual because it belonged to someone other than my bull. And the sexual energy from that breath was heightened yet again, because Thrad was there to see it happen.

I tweaked upon Dominic's hand between my legs. It was awkward positioning, so I had to lean forward to make it happen, but I placed my cock into Dominic's grasp. I imagined it was sort of an unsexy pose, but it had the intended effect on all three of us. For the first time Thrad saw that I wasn't just being groped - I was, in a way, being jacked off. Another man's hand was wrapped around my cock. And for Dominic, he was starting to truly share in his friend's mate. And it was a slight feline with a feminine inspired form, with a tight ass and a tight package to match. I was attractive to Dominic, and his hand on my cock was obviously attractive to me.

Again I challenged Thrad with my eyes, and I again tweaked my hips to thrust my cock within Dominic's grip. Dominic's fingertips were feeling along my cock. He lingered on the small barbs on my shaft. With my small size the barbs on my cock were small too, and therefore a bit more likely to tear at anyone I happened to be penetrating. That wasn't a problem with basically any other feline, because most of them were considerably more hung than me (which wasn't a hard thing to do). And with enough lube it wasn't a biological concern at all, not even for someone like me. But I posed no threat whatsoever, for the most obvious reason that I hadn't penetrated anyone at all, not once. Nor did I especially intend to. I was built for other things. Thrad knew that all to well. And Dominic was beginning to learn exactly how deep my sexual needs could go.

Thrad's eyes on me were impossible to describe. Seeing my package so entirely cusped in another man's hand was having an effect on him, to say the least. He was almost immobilized from the scene before him. Amazingly enough, that look about him took my attention away from the horse who was feeling me up. I didn't care that I had a new, foreign set of fingers on my cock for the first time in months. All I cared about was Thrad's pleasure, and his sexual drive. I could see he was getting sexually frustrated. I could see it in his eyes, as well as in the growing bulge in his pants. He sometimes took more care to get hard, largely in part to his massive size. So the fact he was getting nice and pumped up without any physical teasing at all was a powerful indicator of the night to come. But it was his eyes which got me the most. They hadn't widened as he took in the scene before him. It was more like they deepened. In those eyes I could see impossible lust, and desire and need. And now I could even see a certain degree of love, which was more clear to see now that we'd cleared that foggy barrier between us.

Then I remembered the tenderness of our emotional reveal only moments ago. I belonged to Thrad, alright. I knew that now more than ever, and Thrad knew it too. So what better drive could there possibly be for me to tease at him that maybe I physically belonged to someone else as well? It was playful, alright. And maybe even a little sexually cruel. And I knew that I would sexually pay for it in time, even during the course of that same night. And I would have it no other way.

Thrad was still paralyzed in the extreme scene I was putting on. Yes, it was mild compared to a lot of the other acts we'd done over our time together. But this was taboo in a way we'd never explored. In a way it was almost like playing with fire, because the sexual need between us felt a little volatile. It seemed like any moment it would spark into a frenzy of sex. All it needed was the tiniest of catalysts to get the night truly started. And once it did start, there was no telling what would happen next.

I started that fire without fully realizing I was doing it. But again, I was confident in the night, and in my actions. What more, I was naked, and exposed. I was the most sexual person in the room right now. With any luck I would stay that way, since I couldn't consider any deeper sexual position than being at the mercy of two strong, giant men. And that sexual energy put me in a position of power. In a way I was helpless between their dominating energies. But that put me in my own position of strength. They could play at my physicality all they wanted. I was playing at their groins. With every move I pulled at their cocks, and their sexual need. I could feel that they needed me, as surely as I needed them. And because all men are simple creatures, each time I tugged at their sexual drives, I pulled a little bit at their hearts as well.

Particularly Thrad's. I was pulling at his heart hard right now. I knew that desire and jealousy was beginning to drive him mad. So, in part to drive him deeper into sexual madness, I repositioned myself on Dominic's hand. I placed his fingers on my hole, and used my hand to guide his. I used my fingers, while holding his, to circle around my hole. I wriggled myself on Dominic's fingers, then released my hand from his. Then I gripped my own cock and felt myself up. I stroked myself slowly, and made a big show of working myself around the fingers behind me. I used my other hand to trace sensual lines along my fur. I did it slowly, to make sure Thrad could easily follow my every move.

"Get the lube, Thrad." I said softly, needingly. I emphasized the command with a grind down toward the fingers teasing my hole. They were pressing towards me, almost pressing within me. And I needed them in me - hell, I needed anything in me. But only then did I realize what I had just done.

Thrad was the dominant one, not me. And we'd only fairly recently started to play with a reversal of sorts. I was weak against him, but my spirit was strong. Both in my growing maturity, and due to Thrad's nurturing care, my spirit had started to grow. That turned into the development of an occasionally bratty tone, which we both deeply enjoyed. When I grew the tiniest bit defiant to him, it gave him a sexual hurdle to overcome. And it always drove the both of us mad. I didn't often tell him what to do - it was daring, sexually charged territory. And it led to rough sex, ten times out of ten. It was always a volatile sort of action, because Thrad responded strongly to being challenged. It made for a playful, daring session. And we were already in the middle (or at least, the middle of the beginning) of a session which was daring in itself.

Thrad huffed, and almost growled, and his eyes were a mix of desire and need, and incredulity, and fire. The fire wasn't to be confused with anger or rage - he wasn't mad. He just had energy. Some of the most potent energy I recalled seeing in him. And I was excited for it, even though I didn't know entirely what that energy would come to entail.

He took a step back, and just briefly turned his gaze to the doorway behind him, before turning his eyes back. Then I understood. We never played in his office. I had practically never stepped foot in it, actually. We just had no reason to. And there must have been another reason for that. There wasn't any lube in his office. I hadn't just told Thrad to get the lube - I had told him to leave me alone, naked, and in the presence of another man. And it was a tower of a man. Whose own sexual need was no doubt growing, even in tandem with the need between me and Thrad.

Then a mischievous smile spread on his face. It reached his eyes, which grew mischievous as well. He'd leave me alone, alright, if only for a moment. Then there was another unspoken communication between him and Thrad. I craned my neck backwards and up to try and see what Dominic's face was saying, but I couldn't come close to making anything out. He was impossibly tall, and I was pressed pretty close against him. I could make out his chin and that was it. I turned back to Thrad, but I couldn't tell exactly what his body language was saying.

He and Dominic had surely been doing this threeway thing for a while. Else they had been friends for a very long time, or likely both. With the tiniest of gestures (or, really, it was just the smallest shift in the shimmer of the eyes) they seemed to understand. Dominic finally groped my package from the front, but gently. Then he pressed his groin against me. Then he tilted his head, worked his hand upward, toward my chest and beyond. Thrad nodded, and made firey eye contact with me - and then left.

My heart fluttered again, and again it seemed to stop. This time it wasn't because of disbelief of the heart. Thrad and I had already confessed our love to each other, and it didn't get too much more emotional than that. Rather, it felt like the bottom had fallen out of my entire sexual being. I considered myself a creature of sex. When I got going I couldn't stop. It felt like how I imagined certain drugs might feel, because to me sex was a drug. When I was having it, I wanted more. That's why I loved chastity play so much. It drove me into a perpetual state of needing more, and I was comfortable there. More than that, I felt at home there. And whenever my body hinted at feeling that sexual energy, it craved more. It needed more. Which is why my relationship with Thrad had blossomed the way it did. With my bull I had finally found a partner who could match my drive, exactly. He could even outpace me at times, which had been unthinkable to me.

But now, everything I knew was wrong. I had grown comfortable with Thrad, or even complacent. I knew our sexual bounds and limits, and how to press against them to expand them, and when. I felt in control most of the time. Even when I was being helplessly commanded by Thrad's overwhelming strength, in a way I was still in control. Because I knew Thrad, and I knew his energies and his capabilities, and I knew how he reacted to me. In some ways I could control or influence him, because I knew how to play him. And he knew how to play with me.

But now, I was at the mercy of someone else. But it was so different than any of my other hookups I've ever had. With each casual encounter there was a level of respect - and if there wasn't, I was out. When two strangers got together, and didn't know exactly where the other one was comfortable or not, the night was inevitably some level of tame. Unless you talked specifically about kinks ahead of time, but even then each kink had its boundary, and I didn't typically do repeat nights. And if I did, I didn't do many of them. Previous to Thrad I had made a personal rule against becoming attached to a Howlr hookup (and boy did I ever break that rule with Thrad), so I had never entirely sexually blossomed. But with Thrad I was one hell of a sexual blossom. And I trusted Thrad entirely, and Thrad trusted in me. And Thrad trusted in Dominic, too. And that put me in the most unique sexual position of my life. It was sort of a terrifying one, too.

Again, the bottom in my sex drive had fallen out. And I was my sex drive, in so many ways. So the bottom to myself had fallen out, and for a moment I had no idea what to expect. Because I belonged so entirely to Thrad, and he had entrusted me to his friend, I now belonged, by extension, entirely to Dominic. And I had never been at the ultimate mercy to anyone aside from Thrad. Most importantly, I knew I could trust Thrad. He'd earned that trust over months and months of "getting to know" each other, in oh so many ways. I could trust Thrad entirely. And sure, if Thrad said I could trust his friend's sexual honor or whatever, I believed him. But I trusted Dominic only because I trusted in Thrad. It was a second hand trust. And I'd been entrusted to this man, while naked and ultimately exposed, and with his hand still groping my balls and sheath from behind. My bull was gone, and I was, however temporarily, at the mercy of someone else. A stranger. And it was horny, but scary, and I had a decision to make.

I moved to twist in Dominic's arms. I wanted to look up at him, to look him in the eyes, and to gauge him. But he held me in place, not unlike Thrad did oh so many times in our history together. The bottom of my very self did fall out, then, and my heart actually did seem to stop. Then it raced, and panic took me over a little bit, because I was in over my head and in the impossible grip of a stranger, and I didn't know how to handle it or what to do, and I wasn't sure I felt safe, and I tapped at Dominic's binding arm twice. I did it while pushing forward, to signal that I wanted away from him. And instantly the horse behind me let me go.

I took a few steps forward, still in a biological flight or fight mode. Then I turned to look at him, and we made eye contact and didn't break it. I was strong, then, in spirit, mind, and body. If I had to fight I would, but most importantly I would not be dominated unwillingly. If I was going to submit to anyone at all, they'd have to earn it, or take it. And right now, staring Dominic in the eyes, I made sure he knew that I would not be taken without a fight. He had a few moments to earn my trust, and we looked each other in the eyes to see what mettle the other one had.

Dominic's eyes were as kind as I recalled them being when I first saw him. I could see this even through the screen of desire which was, at present, their dominant trait. And I didn't take in his kissable lips, or the highlighting color of his mane which I wanted to run my hands through. He had no distinguishing markings on his face, and I wanted to explore that lack of markings with my mouth, as surely as I'd have wanted to explore a unique patterning of fur, or any other distinguishing facial traits. I wanted to feel him, and come to know and understand him on the most intimate physical grounds. But that all took a backseat to the pressing issue at hand. What did I see, hidden deep inside his eyes? Thrad could trust him, surely. And Thrad did. But could I?

His eyes were brown, like his fur was, and not altogether a dissimilar color to Thrad's. But Thrad's eyes were dark and intense. It was hard to make out their brown hue because they got lost within Thrad's black fur and deep brow. And Dominic's eyes were brown too, but they were highlighted by his fur, opposed to being hidden by it. And at once his eyes highlighted the tone in his fur, and his fur highlighted his eyes in return. They shone a bit, which helped them to seem so kind. But I didn't let that distract me from looking into them, and beyond them. There was a challenge between us, but not a sexual one. Could I be taken by him? Could I let him dominate me, the way I let Thrad dominate me so many, countless times?

"Jesus, the fuck happened with you two?" Thrad had come back into the room, presumably with a bottle of lube, although I didn't look back to see. "Nothing." Dominic said, not taking his eyes from mine. "We're just locking eyes." "I'm looking at him." I said. "Trying to see what I can see." "You guys should-" Dominic raised his hand. "Give us a second."

Whereas I could semi-challenge Thrad, and even then get away with it only a fraction of the time, Dominic and Thrad had something different between them. Thrad stayed where he was, but took himself out of our moment. Whatever it was me and Dominic were figuring out, it needed to run its course. And Thrad trusted in that as surely as Dominic and I did.

I was aware that my fur was pricked up to max. Even my tail had gotten big and poofy, in a biological show of strength or something. I knew it was futile. I was small enough that it probably looked more cute than aggressive. And I was aware of my extended claws. I worked to retract them, but it took far too much energy to hold them back, so I let them stay. I was too worked up, and it didn't do to try and wrangle that in. So I let my energies stay, and tried to work through whatever it was that was going on.

"I won't hurt you." Dominic said. "I know."

I could tell Dominic wanted to ask why I was so agitated, if I knew that he was safe. But he stayed quiet, in part to let me simmer and think. Then he went to his casually comfortable stance. It was almost like he wasn't participating in our power exchange. He was locking eyes, yes. But he was a member of my ferocious, deciding moment. Not a participant.

It infuriated me, but it did wonders to calm me down. My biology had sensed a great moment of distress, but Dominic was nonreactive to it. And since my energy didn't have anything to play off of it simmered fairly quickly. My fur started to stand down, my tail thrashed about a little less. And my claws retracted, putting my hands back into a peaceable state.

What had come over me? Thrad was willing to share me, and I had wanted to be shared. I wanted this threeway, perhaps more than anyone else did. Almost certainly more than anyone else. And it had started off in a really great way. I was naked between them, I'd been teasing the both of them. I was working up their sexual drives, as well as working up my own, and it was all the ingredients for a charged night of rampant sex. Then I thought that maybe that was the problem. I had had in mind a night of being madly taken, and used and abused, just like in all the videos and stories I'd consumed for years now. The fantasy of a threeway was strong, but I had worked myself up too much about it. It didn't do to force a massive cock (or dildo, back when I was just starting to explore my sexual tendencies more fully) inside if it just wasn't going to fit. And when Thrad and I participated in bondage we couldn't dive right into a full, intense scene right away. It had taken steps, and only after several weeks of attempts did I get comfortable enough with the idea to fully enjoy it. Why should a threeway be any different?

I saw this all reflected in Dominic's eyes. He really was a caring, gentle person. And I saw that for myself now, instead of just seeing it because Thrad saw it first. Dominic wasn't challenging me as he locked his eyes to mine. He was understanding, and patient. And his lust had given way to a sort of appreciation. He respected that I was on guard, and that I needed a little space. He saw that there was something I needed to work out. And he intended to give me all the space that I needed.

I sighed then. With that sigh I released so much sexual tension. It was tension in general, in fact. My whole body had been on edge, and while my heart was still racing in the prospect of danger, the majority of me was able to relax. I stepped back and bumped into Thrad, then, who instinctively took me into his arms. Then I could relax even more, because I knew for a fact that I was safe. I was still uncomfortably heightened. But I was safe.

Everyone wanted to ask what had just happened, but still they gave me space. Then I was able to speak.

"I got nervous at the idea of being shared, I think." I was still looking at Dominic, but my comment was more directed at Thrad. "That's okay." Thrad said. "Remember, we only go as far as you want to." "I know." I said. I let the words drop to the floor, and nobody picked them back up. I continued. "It's just a lot." I said. "Then let's take it easy?" Thrad said. Dominic didn't verbally respond, but his eyes agreed. "I think so." I said. "I, uh. Got too worked up. I wanted to be dominated, but now I think I want to go slow."

It sounded lame when I said it like that. And I'd lost a lot of my confidence. I had gotten used to discussing sexual things with Thrad plainly, and honestly. Communication was key with any partner, after all, and Thrad believed in that more than anything. But it was hard being so open and honest with someone else in the room as well.

"And I came on a little strong." Dominic said. "I've been told I can be intense." "You can." I agreed. I was more short than I intended, but I'm not sure I could have pulled it back if I had wanted to. "So let's start over?" Dominic asked. "First let me say, you really are extremely attractive, if that isn't too forward to say. Maybe you and Thrad should get started, and I'll just watch? At least for now." Then Dominic looked between me and Thrad, to see what we thought about that. "Silver?" Thrad asked. Just like that it was me leading the show. I'd looked forward to that element of command earlier in the night. But now it felt like a pretty heavy weight. "I don't know." I said. "I mean, probably. Let's just sit for a bit?"

That seemed reasonable to them, and we resumed our comfortable positioning in the living room. Rather, Thrad and I had become comfortable. The living room was our space. Because Dominic had never been part of our formula he fit a little awkwardly into the room, although there was well enough space for us all. He took that same chair he had taken earlier in the evening. It made for sort of a stilted set-up, almost like he was being interviewed for a position in fucking the twink. I was aware of my nudity then. I had gone from so worked up, so fiery and defensive, to vulnerable and small. But this was a good first step. I worked on being comfortable in my nudity. And Dominic was more respectful with his eyes. He'd feasted on me earlier, but now he was gentle and kind. He looked grateful at the opportunity to take in my naked form, and thankful for it as well. This was the right way to start the night off. We had gone too sexual, too fast. We needed more time than that. Or, at least, I did.

I worked to get comfortable against my bull. For a time I lounged a little awkwardly, not sure how to splay out with Dominic able to easily gloss over my everything. I settled on being comfortable, and took the same general pose that I normally did. One leg propped itself on the end of the couch, and the other lazily rested on the floor. My crotch was fully exposed, as was my sheath and balls. It would have been an open invitation for Dominic to take me in, but still he was respectful with his eyes. They smiled a little bit, even. It seemed Thrad and I really did make for a cute couple, and Dominic was just happy for the both of us. And he was happy to be part of it, even though it was more than a little strange for us all.

Just like that, we'd gotten a little further in our night together. We had gotten hot and heavy, which turned out to be too much to handle, and now we were again in a comfortable zone. And it seemed a little bit like taking a step backward. I was being groped moments earlier, and had been so close to having a set of fingers inside me. And when anything got inside me, it was go time. We had been sheer moments away from rampant sex. But now, lounging naked on the couch, in the comfortable arms of my bull, we were closer to our threeway than we were before.