Second String
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karmacanuck
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Please continue!!!
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ColoCuck75
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Re: Second String
Don't leave us hanging or hard just once it's about to get really hot!
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Re: Second String
Enjoying it a lot, betaboy! Thanks for sharing --I hope you continue. Appreciate the work it must take to write something so good.
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Re: Second String
Enjoying it a lot, betaboy! Thanks for sharing --I hope you continue. Appreciate the work it must take to write something so good.
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The bedroom door stayed shut for a long time.
But the sounds escaped.
At first, it was rhythm.
Not loud, just steady. A measured thud of the headboard tapping the wall, over and over. The sound of confidence. Control. Like whoever was in there knew exactly what he was doing, and wasn’t in a rush. The mattress followed, a slow, groaning protest beneath them and something else. Katie’s laugh. Light and breathless, barely contained, like she couldn’t believe how good it already felt.
Tyler froze halfway to the kitchen. Just stood there in the dark, the glow from the streetlight slicing across the living room floor, and listened.
The pace shifted, picked up, and Katie’s laugh turned into something else. Gasping now. Her voice climbing in pitch, cracking a little around the edges. She was talking to him but the words blurred. Just a string of helpless, breathless syllables, tumbling between moans that hit sharper and faster, like her body was ahead of her and she couldn’t catch up.
Tyler sat down slowly, like he didn’t trust his knees. Listening to everything.
Then the sound hit. Not just the bed this time, but something heavier. The dull thud of furniture jolted out of place. A sharp squeak of wood against wood.
Zach grunted, low and steady. Katie’s response was instant, breathy and broken, a rush of “yes, yes, right there,” followed by another crash of the headboard. She cried out again, louder this time. Not a moan, but a desperate, helpless wail, high and cracked, like something had snapped inside her. Her body made the sound for her, not her brain. A reflex. Involuntary surrender.
He didn’t let up. Just kept going, same pace, same pressure, milking every jolt of pleasure out of her like he was watching the reaction bloom across her face in real time. Katie choked on a breath, whimpered something unintelligible, then again “oh my God, right there, right”.
They weren’t done.
Tyler stared at the ceiling like it might collapse and put him out of his misery. He could hear everything, the rhythm changing again, faster now, the angle different. The slap of skin. Katie’s voice, thin and wrecked, repeating his name like a prayer. Over and over. Like he was saving her.
The bed slammed harder now, again and again, shaking the wall like it was about to crack. Tyler could barely tell where the sounds ended and started. Gasps, creaks, muffled skin-on-skin but then he heard it. Her voice.
Breathy, unfiltered.
“God, you feel so deep,” Katie gasped, the words tumbling out like she hadn’t meant to say them. “How the fuck did you even fit that in me?”
Zach’s voice followed, lower. Calm. Smug. “Haven’t been stretched like this before?”
She let out a half-laugh, half-moan. “You’re too big, Zach… fuck… I can’t” Her voice broke on the next thrust. “You’re ruining me.”
Tyler’s chest burned.
He couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Just listened as the rhythm deepened, slower now, more deliberate, like Zach was savoring it..
“You’ll keep taking it,” Zach muttered, his voice ragged but steady. “Every inch.”
Katie whimpered. “I love it… don’t stop…”
“Say it again,” Zach said.
“You’re so fucking big,” she moaned.
“Has he ever made you feel like this?” Zach growled.
Katie’s breath hitched, then: “No.” A shaky moan. “Never
But the sounds escaped.
At first, it was rhythm.
Not loud, just steady. A measured thud of the headboard tapping the wall, over and over. The sound of confidence. Control. Like whoever was in there knew exactly what he was doing, and wasn’t in a rush. The mattress followed, a slow, groaning protest beneath them and something else. Katie’s laugh. Light and breathless, barely contained, like she couldn’t believe how good it already felt.
Tyler froze halfway to the kitchen. Just stood there in the dark, the glow from the streetlight slicing across the living room floor, and listened.
The pace shifted, picked up, and Katie’s laugh turned into something else. Gasping now. Her voice climbing in pitch, cracking a little around the edges. She was talking to him but the words blurred. Just a string of helpless, breathless syllables, tumbling between moans that hit sharper and faster, like her body was ahead of her and she couldn’t catch up.
Tyler sat down slowly, like he didn’t trust his knees. Listening to everything.
Then the sound hit. Not just the bed this time, but something heavier. The dull thud of furniture jolted out of place. A sharp squeak of wood against wood.
Zach grunted, low and steady. Katie’s response was instant, breathy and broken, a rush of “yes, yes, right there,” followed by another crash of the headboard. She cried out again, louder this time. Not a moan, but a desperate, helpless wail, high and cracked, like something had snapped inside her. Her body made the sound for her, not her brain. A reflex. Involuntary surrender.
He didn’t let up. Just kept going, same pace, same pressure, milking every jolt of pleasure out of her like he was watching the reaction bloom across her face in real time. Katie choked on a breath, whimpered something unintelligible, then again “oh my God, right there, right”.
They weren’t done.
Tyler stared at the ceiling like it might collapse and put him out of his misery. He could hear everything, the rhythm changing again, faster now, the angle different. The slap of skin. Katie’s voice, thin and wrecked, repeating his name like a prayer. Over and over. Like he was saving her.
The bed slammed harder now, again and again, shaking the wall like it was about to crack. Tyler could barely tell where the sounds ended and started. Gasps, creaks, muffled skin-on-skin but then he heard it. Her voice.
Breathy, unfiltered.
“God, you feel so deep,” Katie gasped, the words tumbling out like she hadn’t meant to say them. “How the fuck did you even fit that in me?”
Zach’s voice followed, lower. Calm. Smug. “Haven’t been stretched like this before?”
She let out a half-laugh, half-moan. “You’re too big, Zach… fuck… I can’t” Her voice broke on the next thrust. “You’re ruining me.”
Tyler’s chest burned.
He couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Just listened as the rhythm deepened, slower now, more deliberate, like Zach was savoring it..
“You’ll keep taking it,” Zach muttered, his voice ragged but steady. “Every inch.”
Katie whimpered. “I love it… don’t stop…”
“Say it again,” Zach said.
“You’re so fucking big,” she moaned.
“Has he ever made you feel like this?” Zach growled.
Katie’s breath hitched, then: “No.” A shaky moan. “Never
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BisexualJamie
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Re: Second String
Man you can write! So good, think you have a following on here!
My story as a kinda-cuck: viewtopic.php?f=8&t=75684
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Re: Second String
Can’t wait to hear more.
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Brilliant. We can all visualize this. The question is, who would you rather be… Zach or Tyler?
I want to be Tyler. He’s winning!
I want to be Tyler. He’s winning!
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This good stuff! More please!
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Sunday May 4th, 8:03AM
Morning came slow.
The bedroom door creaked open just after eight.
Light spilled down the hallway like nothing had happened, like the night hadn’t torn something apart.
Katie stepped out barefoot, wrapped in one of Zach’s shirts, oversized, inside-out, hanging just low enough to say what she hadn’t.
Her hair was a mess. Her smile was softer now… not smug, not cruel. Just…tired.
She looked at Tyler curled on the couch, blanket pulled up to his chest like armor.
For a moment, she said nothing.
Then she sighed and walked over, dropping beside him with a weight that wasn’t just physical.
“I know last night was… a lot,” she said gently. “Too much, maybe.”
She reached for his hand, but he didn’t give it.
Still, she kept talking.
“We weren’t trying to hurt you. We just… Zach and I — there was this tension. It’s been building. And it had to break somewhere.”
“We had to let it out,” she said. “The attraction had been sitting between us for too long. I needed to feel it. To get it out of my system.”
She paused, letting the weight of it land, then softened again.
“But I still want you, Ty. That hasn’t changed. Last night didn’t make me stop loving you. It just… gave me clarity. And I don’t want to lose what we have.”
Tyler finally looked at her, eyes glassy but hard.
“How are we supposed to come back from this?” he asked, voice barely steady. “I listened to you guys have sex. How does that just go away?”
Katie didn’t flinch. She’d expected the question, maybe even rehearsed it in her head.
“It doesn’t go away,” she said quietly. “But it doesn’t have to define us. Not if we keep it between us.”
His jaw tightened. “And if someone finds out? What then?”
“Zach and I… we talked this morning. Really talked. He said if you agree to go along with everything today, do what we ask, no resistance, no attitude, then this stays between us. No one has to know what happened. Not your friends, not your family, not anyone. That’s the deal, Ty. You be ours for the day… and when Zach gets on his flight tonight, it’s over. We go back to normal.”
Tyler stared at her, blank at first — then something sharper flickered behind his eyes.
“That’s what this is?” he asked, voice brittle. “Silence in exchange for obedience?”
Katie shrugged, almost apologetically. “It’s not forever. Just one more day. Until Zach’s flight tonight.”
He stepped forward, slow. “And what exactly does ‘play along mean?.”
She looked up at him then. Not cruelly, but not exactly kindly, either. Calm. Steady.
“He wants to humiliate you,” she said. “While we have sex.”
The words landed like glass hitting tile. Sharp. Deliberate.
Katie held his gaze.
“It’s something he’s into,” she added, quieter now. “The idea of you watching. Being part of it… but not really.”
Tyler blinked, then looked away. Jaw tightening, chest rising with shallow breath.
“And you’re okay with that?” he asked. Not accusing. Just stunned. “You’re okay doing that to me?”
Katie hesitated, not long enough to lie, but just long enough to feel it.
“I didn’t think I’d enjoy it,” she said, eyes drifting for a moment. “But last night… something about it just hit me. The way you watched, the way you couldn’t do anything. That alone, Ty… it was kind of humiliating for you, and I think that’s what made it feel so intense.”
She glanced at him, careful but unashamed.
“I didn’t plan to like that part. But I did. I liked knowing you were there. That you had to see it.”
She took a slow breath.
“And if Zach wants to take it a little further today… I’m not saying no.”
Morning came slow.
The bedroom door creaked open just after eight.
Light spilled down the hallway like nothing had happened, like the night hadn’t torn something apart.
Katie stepped out barefoot, wrapped in one of Zach’s shirts, oversized, inside-out, hanging just low enough to say what she hadn’t.
Her hair was a mess. Her smile was softer now… not smug, not cruel. Just…tired.
She looked at Tyler curled on the couch, blanket pulled up to his chest like armor.
For a moment, she said nothing.
Then she sighed and walked over, dropping beside him with a weight that wasn’t just physical.
“I know last night was… a lot,” she said gently. “Too much, maybe.”
She reached for his hand, but he didn’t give it.
Still, she kept talking.
“We weren’t trying to hurt you. We just… Zach and I — there was this tension. It’s been building. And it had to break somewhere.”
“We had to let it out,” she said. “The attraction had been sitting between us for too long. I needed to feel it. To get it out of my system.”
She paused, letting the weight of it land, then softened again.
“But I still want you, Ty. That hasn’t changed. Last night didn’t make me stop loving you. It just… gave me clarity. And I don’t want to lose what we have.”
Tyler finally looked at her, eyes glassy but hard.
“How are we supposed to come back from this?” he asked, voice barely steady. “I listened to you guys have sex. How does that just go away?”
Katie didn’t flinch. She’d expected the question, maybe even rehearsed it in her head.
“It doesn’t go away,” she said quietly. “But it doesn’t have to define us. Not if we keep it between us.”
His jaw tightened. “And if someone finds out? What then?”
“Zach and I… we talked this morning. Really talked. He said if you agree to go along with everything today, do what we ask, no resistance, no attitude, then this stays between us. No one has to know what happened. Not your friends, not your family, not anyone. That’s the deal, Ty. You be ours for the day… and when Zach gets on his flight tonight, it’s over. We go back to normal.”
Tyler stared at her, blank at first — then something sharper flickered behind his eyes.
“That’s what this is?” he asked, voice brittle. “Silence in exchange for obedience?”
Katie shrugged, almost apologetically. “It’s not forever. Just one more day. Until Zach’s flight tonight.”
He stepped forward, slow. “And what exactly does ‘play along mean?.”
She looked up at him then. Not cruelly, but not exactly kindly, either. Calm. Steady.
“He wants to humiliate you,” she said. “While we have sex.”
The words landed like glass hitting tile. Sharp. Deliberate.
Katie held his gaze.
“It’s something he’s into,” she added, quieter now. “The idea of you watching. Being part of it… but not really.”
Tyler blinked, then looked away. Jaw tightening, chest rising with shallow breath.
“And you’re okay with that?” he asked. Not accusing. Just stunned. “You’re okay doing that to me?”
Katie hesitated, not long enough to lie, but just long enough to feel it.
“I didn’t think I’d enjoy it,” she said, eyes drifting for a moment. “But last night… something about it just hit me. The way you watched, the way you couldn’t do anything. That alone, Ty… it was kind of humiliating for you, and I think that’s what made it feel so intense.”
She glanced at him, careful but unashamed.
“I didn’t plan to like that part. But I did. I liked knowing you were there. That you had to see it.”
She took a slow breath.
“And if Zach wants to take it a little further today… I’m not saying no.”
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Guhunkadorn
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Re: Second String
I lost some sympathy for Tyler when he tried to smack her. Zach seems like a natural bull.
Look forward to finding out what happens next.
Look forward to finding out what happens next.
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His mind spun in tight, panicked loops, around Katie, around Zach, around the friends they shared and the stories that could spread. Around everything he thought he understood about his life before last night…and the wreckage waiting if this got out.
If people found out.
If she left.
If he lost everything.
His chest felt tight. His hands, cold.
Katie was still on the couch, tucked into herself like nothing had changed. Calm. Composed. Watching him with soft eyes that didn’t blink, didn’t apologize.
Katie leaned forward slightly, elbows on her knees. Her voice softened.
“You can say no. But if you do… this doesn’t stay quiet.”
He stepped toward her, slow and uncertain, like walking into a room he knew was on fire.
“I don’t want to lose you,” he said. “And I don’t want anyone to know.”
Katie nodded once. Not smug. Not gloating. Just… settled.
“Okay,” she murmured. “Then be good for us today. Go in the kitchen and make us coffee.” she said. “That’s the first thing. Then we’ll take it from there.”
If people found out.
If she left.
If he lost everything.
His chest felt tight. His hands, cold.
Katie was still on the couch, tucked into herself like nothing had changed. Calm. Composed. Watching him with soft eyes that didn’t blink, didn’t apologize.
Katie leaned forward slightly, elbows on her knees. Her voice softened.
“You can say no. But if you do… this doesn’t stay quiet.”
He stepped toward her, slow and uncertain, like walking into a room he knew was on fire.
“I don’t want to lose you,” he said. “And I don’t want anyone to know.”
Katie nodded once. Not smug. Not gloating. Just… settled.
“Okay,” she murmured. “Then be good for us today. Go in the kitchen and make us coffee.” she said. “That’s the first thing. Then we’ll take it from there.”
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Fuck yeah! Keep going.
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Brilliant writing, can't wait to see how this ends. From a personal.point of view, despite his behaviour after the bar, I feel huge sympathy for Tyler - Katie and Zach are a really nasty pair and you feel that things won't/can't end and go back to normal when Zach leaves on Sunday. If I was Tyler I wouldn't want to stay with Katie after her threats (despite her protestations of love). Time for Tyler to move away and never see any of his supposed 'friend's again. How he could continue to live and see everyone with this hanging over him is beyond me.
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I don’t know why humiliation hurts sooo good… but it does…
Please continue!
Please continue!
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Re: Second String
Yep. Love this story! Delicious torment.
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ColoCuck75
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This is one hell of a great story!
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Tyler pushed the bedroom door open with the side of his foot, careful not to spill the two ceramic mugs balanced in his hands. The scent of fresh coffee curled upward with the steam, drifting into the quiet morning air. Outside the window, the sky was still a soft, bluish gray—early enough that the neighborhood was silent, save for the distant hum of life starting up.
Zach was stretched out on the bed like a man born to take up space. The sheets were pulled low around his waist, exposing a thick, muscled torso dusted with hair and marked by a deep cut of abs. One arm was tucked behind his head, the other draped casually over Katie’s shoulder. His legs were spread wide, relaxed without shame, his large member hanging heavily between his thighs. There was no attempt to cover himself, just a quiet confidence in the way his body owned the room.
Katie was curled beside him, tucked into the crook of his arm, her cheek resting lightly against his chest. She looked so small next to him, so effortlessly at ease.
Tyler hesitated at the threshold.There was a dull, biting jealousy that made his chest feel tight. Seeing them in bed together.
“I brought coffee,” he said finally, voice too quiet.
Katie looked up, smiling sleepily. She reached out with one hand, and Tyler stepped closer, offering her the mug. Zach took the other from him without looking, the warm ceramic disappearing into his thick fingers like it weighed nothing.
“Thanks, bro,” Zach murmured, lifting the mug to his lips.
They both took slow sips as if it were just another Sunday morning. Tyler stood there, holding nothing now.
Katie spoke first. “So,” she said, still half-curled against Zach’s chest, “what did you have in mind?”
Zach’s lips twitched around the rim of his mug. “Hmm,” he said, setting it down on the nightstand without taking his eyes off her. “I have some ideas. But why don’t you just start?
Katie blinked, caught off guard. “Me? I—” She let out a short, nervous laugh. “I don’t even know where to start.”
Zach shifted, looking at her fully now. “Don’t think about it too hard” he said. “Whatever you’ve wanted. Any fantasy. Just say it.”
She hesitated, biting her lip, eyes darting once toward Tyler before settling back on Zach. “Okay… well…”
“Today,” he said, voice low but certain, “we’re gonna do all the things you’ve only ever dreamed about trying.
Her cheeks flushed. “I’ve always wanted to see a man wear… panties.”
Tyler’s breath caught in his throat.
Zach’s smirk widened, eyes glinting with amusement.
“That’s perfect. Couldn’t think of a better way to start.”
Tyler blinked hard, heat rushing to his face. “Wha—why me? No, come on, that’s ridiculous”
Katie grinned over the rim of her mug, playful, emboldened.
“Well, it has to be you,” she teased. “Zach would never fit in them.”
Her eyes flicked downward, then back up to meet Tyler’s. “Obviously.”
Zach laughed, the sound deep and unbothered.
“Nah, this is too good,” he said, setting his mug aside. He glanced at Katie, eyes warm but insistent.
“Go on,” he murmured. “Stand up. Help him get ’em on. Let’s make it real.”
Katie’s smile widened as she set her mug down on the nightstand, already shifting to slide off the bed. She walked over to him, slow and casual, the fabric hanging from her fingers
Katie stood across from him, holding small, lacy, pale pink, delicate panties.
She smiled like it was nothing.
“Alright,” she said, her voice playful but firm. “Strip. Now. And put these on”
Zach lounged behind her on the bed. Watching. Not saying a word. But the smirk on his face said everything.
Tyler hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed his pants down, stepping out of them with a shaky breath. He felt the weight of both their eyes on him. Katie’s playful, Zach’s amused
“Arms up.”
Tyler blinked. “What?”.
No ceremony, just a quiet strip of dignity. She held the panties low.
“Step in.”
Tyler hesitated. Long enough to make it worse. Then, slowly, he obeyed.
The fabric was tight. Soft. But a perfect fit.
Katie adjusted the waistband herself, smoothing it over his hips like she was helping a child get dressed.
Then she stepped back and clapped her hands once, grinning.
“Adorable.”
Zach finally spoke, voice low and amused.
“Fits better on him than I expected.”
Katie laughed, nodding. “Exactly. Because, well… there’s not much to fill them out, is there?”
Katie circled him like a cat.
“Turn around. Let him see.”
Tyler did. Slowly. Shame flushing hot across his skin.
Zach let out a short laugh.
“That’s what we’re working with? Damn.”
Zach was stretched out on the bed like a man born to take up space. The sheets were pulled low around his waist, exposing a thick, muscled torso dusted with hair and marked by a deep cut of abs. One arm was tucked behind his head, the other draped casually over Katie’s shoulder. His legs were spread wide, relaxed without shame, his large member hanging heavily between his thighs. There was no attempt to cover himself, just a quiet confidence in the way his body owned the room.
Katie was curled beside him, tucked into the crook of his arm, her cheek resting lightly against his chest. She looked so small next to him, so effortlessly at ease.
Tyler hesitated at the threshold.There was a dull, biting jealousy that made his chest feel tight. Seeing them in bed together.
“I brought coffee,” he said finally, voice too quiet.
Katie looked up, smiling sleepily. She reached out with one hand, and Tyler stepped closer, offering her the mug. Zach took the other from him without looking, the warm ceramic disappearing into his thick fingers like it weighed nothing.
“Thanks, bro,” Zach murmured, lifting the mug to his lips.
They both took slow sips as if it were just another Sunday morning. Tyler stood there, holding nothing now.
Katie spoke first. “So,” she said, still half-curled against Zach’s chest, “what did you have in mind?”
Zach’s lips twitched around the rim of his mug. “Hmm,” he said, setting it down on the nightstand without taking his eyes off her. “I have some ideas. But why don’t you just start?
Katie blinked, caught off guard. “Me? I—” She let out a short, nervous laugh. “I don’t even know where to start.”
Zach shifted, looking at her fully now. “Don’t think about it too hard” he said. “Whatever you’ve wanted. Any fantasy. Just say it.”
She hesitated, biting her lip, eyes darting once toward Tyler before settling back on Zach. “Okay… well…”
“Today,” he said, voice low but certain, “we’re gonna do all the things you’ve only ever dreamed about trying.
Her cheeks flushed. “I’ve always wanted to see a man wear… panties.”
Tyler’s breath caught in his throat.
Zach’s smirk widened, eyes glinting with amusement.
“That’s perfect. Couldn’t think of a better way to start.”
Tyler blinked hard, heat rushing to his face. “Wha—why me? No, come on, that’s ridiculous”
Katie grinned over the rim of her mug, playful, emboldened.
“Well, it has to be you,” she teased. “Zach would never fit in them.”
Her eyes flicked downward, then back up to meet Tyler’s. “Obviously.”
Zach laughed, the sound deep and unbothered.
“Nah, this is too good,” he said, setting his mug aside. He glanced at Katie, eyes warm but insistent.
“Go on,” he murmured. “Stand up. Help him get ’em on. Let’s make it real.”
Katie’s smile widened as she set her mug down on the nightstand, already shifting to slide off the bed. She walked over to him, slow and casual, the fabric hanging from her fingers
Katie stood across from him, holding small, lacy, pale pink, delicate panties.
She smiled like it was nothing.
“Alright,” she said, her voice playful but firm. “Strip. Now. And put these on”
Zach lounged behind her on the bed. Watching. Not saying a word. But the smirk on his face said everything.
Tyler hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed his pants down, stepping out of them with a shaky breath. He felt the weight of both their eyes on him. Katie’s playful, Zach’s amused
“Arms up.”
Tyler blinked. “What?”.
No ceremony, just a quiet strip of dignity. She held the panties low.
“Step in.”
Tyler hesitated. Long enough to make it worse. Then, slowly, he obeyed.
The fabric was tight. Soft. But a perfect fit.
Katie adjusted the waistband herself, smoothing it over his hips like she was helping a child get dressed.
Then she stepped back and clapped her hands once, grinning.
“Adorable.”
Zach finally spoke, voice low and amused.
“Fits better on him than I expected.”
Katie laughed, nodding. “Exactly. Because, well… there’s not much to fill them out, is there?”
Katie circled him like a cat.
“Turn around. Let him see.”
Tyler did. Slowly. Shame flushing hot across his skin.
Zach let out a short laugh.
“That’s what we’re working with? Damn.”
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You really like to drag this out! Hopefully we won’t have to wait another 10 days.
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Katie’s grin widened as her gaze dropped to Tyler.
“On your knees,” she said, her tone playful but commanding.
Tyler obeyed without a word, sinking down at the foot of the bed. The lacy panties he wore had ridden up as he knelt, a humiliating reminder of just how far he’d let this go. Katie’s eyes danced over him, half amused, half thrilled, as she leaned back against the pillows, already savoring the power she held.
Katie leaned in with a wicked smile, tracing her index finger lightly along the length of Zach’s shaft. The slow, playful motion made Zach exhale through his nose, a low smirk tugging at his mouth as her eyes flicked up to meet his.
Zach tilted his head, savoring the moment.
“Embarrass him,” he said simply. “Tell me something… funny. Something he wouldn’t want me to know.”
Katie’s grin widened, and she let out a giggle that made Tyler’s stomach sink. “Oh my god, I have one.” She leaned in closer to Zach as if sharing a secret, but kept her eyes fixed on Tyler.
“After our first date,” Katie said, her tone dripping with mock sympathy, “I went back to his place. Things were getting hot, kissing, clothes everywhere and then…” She grinned, pausing for effect.
“He got so nervous he couldn’t even get hard. Just sat there looking mortified while I tried to tell him it was fine.”
She broke off in laughter, clutching Zach’s arm as she laughed harder.
Zach let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “No way. You’re kidding.”
“I swear,” Katie said between giggles. “I was like, oh… okay. Guess we’re just cuddling tonight.”
Tyler felt the shame roll over him like a wave—his ears burning, chest tight. He stared at the floor because looking at either of them felt impossible.
Katie, still laughing, gave Zach a little nudge with her shoulder, like they were in on the same private joke now. “He hates when I tell that story,”
Katie’s fingertip traced lazily along his length, and she felt him thicken and rise under her touch. Her eyes widened a little, a grin spreading across her face.
“Oh wow,” she laughed, glancing up at him. “You’re actually getting excited, huh?”
Katie tilted her head, eyes glinting.
“Okay, your turn,” she said to Zach. “Tell me something about him, something good.”
Zach chuckled, scratching his jaw as he thought.
“Back in the day, Ty would always come over to my place to hang out. And for whatever reason, he just… started helping out with little things—bringing stuff in from the car, helping me move furniture, that kind of thing.” Zach smirked at the memory.
“After a while, it just became normal. If I had some annoying chore to do, I’d call him up, and he’d come over without even questioning it.” Zach laughed, shaking his head.
“There was this one time I really didn’t feel like mowing the lawn. So I asked him to come help out, made it sound like a big favor, then just sat on the porch while he cut the entire lawn by himself. I didn’t touch the mower once.”
Katie burst out laughing, eyes darting to Tyler. “You actually did that?” she asked, giggling harder. “Like… you just cut his grass for him?”
Zach grinned wider. “Yep. He did”
“On your knees,” she said, her tone playful but commanding.
Tyler obeyed without a word, sinking down at the foot of the bed. The lacy panties he wore had ridden up as he knelt, a humiliating reminder of just how far he’d let this go. Katie’s eyes danced over him, half amused, half thrilled, as she leaned back against the pillows, already savoring the power she held.
Katie leaned in with a wicked smile, tracing her index finger lightly along the length of Zach’s shaft. The slow, playful motion made Zach exhale through his nose, a low smirk tugging at his mouth as her eyes flicked up to meet his.
Zach tilted his head, savoring the moment.
“Embarrass him,” he said simply. “Tell me something… funny. Something he wouldn’t want me to know.”
Katie’s grin widened, and she let out a giggle that made Tyler’s stomach sink. “Oh my god, I have one.” She leaned in closer to Zach as if sharing a secret, but kept her eyes fixed on Tyler.
“After our first date,” Katie said, her tone dripping with mock sympathy, “I went back to his place. Things were getting hot, kissing, clothes everywhere and then…” She grinned, pausing for effect.
“He got so nervous he couldn’t even get hard. Just sat there looking mortified while I tried to tell him it was fine.”
She broke off in laughter, clutching Zach’s arm as she laughed harder.
Zach let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “No way. You’re kidding.”
“I swear,” Katie said between giggles. “I was like, oh… okay. Guess we’re just cuddling tonight.”
Tyler felt the shame roll over him like a wave—his ears burning, chest tight. He stared at the floor because looking at either of them felt impossible.
Katie, still laughing, gave Zach a little nudge with her shoulder, like they were in on the same private joke now. “He hates when I tell that story,”
Katie’s fingertip traced lazily along his length, and she felt him thicken and rise under her touch. Her eyes widened a little, a grin spreading across her face.
“Oh wow,” she laughed, glancing up at him. “You’re actually getting excited, huh?”
Katie tilted her head, eyes glinting.
“Okay, your turn,” she said to Zach. “Tell me something about him, something good.”
Zach chuckled, scratching his jaw as he thought.
“Back in the day, Ty would always come over to my place to hang out. And for whatever reason, he just… started helping out with little things—bringing stuff in from the car, helping me move furniture, that kind of thing.” Zach smirked at the memory.
“After a while, it just became normal. If I had some annoying chore to do, I’d call him up, and he’d come over without even questioning it.” Zach laughed, shaking his head.
“There was this one time I really didn’t feel like mowing the lawn. So I asked him to come help out, made it sound like a big favor, then just sat on the porch while he cut the entire lawn by himself. I didn’t touch the mower once.”
Katie burst out laughing, eyes darting to Tyler. “You actually did that?” she asked, giggling harder. “Like… you just cut his grass for him?”
Zach grinned wider. “Yep. He did”
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Wow! Please keep going. This is slowly getting really good. I can only imagine what's next.
Re: Second String
So hot! Please continue with this story.
Re: Second String
So very hot. 🥵 please continue.
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Betaboy,
Any chance for you to keep going with this hot story line?
Any chance for you to keep going with this hot story line?
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Yeah, please keep going.
When I saw this was bumped to the top this morning I was hoping for another installment. Unfortunately, it was another request to continue. Oh well, maybe we will get another one soon. Here’s hoping…..
When I saw this was bumped to the top this morning I was hoping for another installment. Unfortunately, it was another request to continue. Oh well, maybe we will get another one soon. Here’s hoping…..