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The cameras are on, but Mark and Jenni pay them no mind as they make lazy, enceinte love. He’s behind her on his side moving gently inside her. He strokes her breasts and belly in an unvarying way that feels like heaven to them but is likely far less stimulating to the viewership after a couple of hours. It’s what they need and part of that authentic view into their lives promised on their website. It’s an exotic sight in that most couple’s sexual encounters last about six minutes, so hours of subdued movement made for a unique form of performance art. They aren’t hurtling toward orgasm, but are drenched in pleasure nonetheless.
It’s an afternoon to wallow. She’s at 19 weeks now and has a new set of symptoms: Backache, fatigue… embarrassing digestive complaints. Mark’s tired too, as he’s been working longer hours at the museum as they prepare for an exciting exhibition. At the same time, he’s been working on a few pieces for a group show. Jasper had put in a word for him, the gallery owners loved his work, so he suddenly found himself with a deadline. The new works would still be drying on the walls when they hang. So today, the wankers would just have to accept what they were given: Nudity, tantra, affection.
Freddy’s not with them, but they can sense his blue presence from two floors down. He’s in his studio a lot. He’s thrown himself into making some beautiful baby furniture for his family. He has an idea for a curvilinear crib that he thinks will be soothing for the baby, but challenging to construct.
He’d taken Bourdain’s death harder than one would have thought. He hadn’t been a superfan, but the nature of his passing raised existential questions and a sadness foreign to his nature. After the second time Mark had taken a train and two buses to get to his house, Freddy just accepted his Dom’s need to monitor him and spent each night with them. “Sir, I’m not going to hurt myself. I’m just sad,” he’d said.
“Maybe I don’t like you bein’ sad. You should be with us.”
Jenni doesn’t tire of Freddy’s nightly presence. They are a ménage à trois in the true sense of the term. She gives Mark a familial comfort because their deep melancholy currents flow in sync, but the boy makes him smile and laugh more than she does. This doesn’t bother her. In fact, it takes some of the pressure off; the weight of her complete submission could grow to be too much without another special person devoted to his happiness. Mark hardly means to be an emotional vampire, just inspires the need in his subs to give him every last drop.
Right now, Mark meditatively kisses her shoulder as they slowly screw. He feels a surge of fluid release; perhaps they have reached the next level.
Mark’s phone is ringing again for the third time. They’d ignored it so far, but the thought finally permeates that it could be important. At the very least, it was annoying.
“Nooo, Daddy,” Jenni whimpers when he moves to leave her body.
“Shh, I ain’t done with you. Let me go deal with this. I’ll come straight back.”
Whatever voyeurs happened to be online are treated to the sight of his dripping wet body as it saunters across the floor.
“Hello?” he answers gruffly.
“Hello, is this Mark?”
“Speaking.”
“Mark, my name is Dr. Mori. I’m a colleague of Lucien Zavodny. Are you driving now?”
The pit in Mark’s stomach is already growing. “No. I’m home.”
“I have very sad news for you. Dr. Zavodny passed away last night.”
“Oh my god. How?”
“Peacefully, I heard. He died in his sleep. I know this must come as a terrible shock. Please know your treatment can continue. Lucien – Dr. Zavodny planned for this and made arrangements for all his patients. Your name is on a list he gave to me. I can prescribe your medication and we can talk, too, if you like.”
The woman sounds kind enough and Mark struggles to be courteous. A child inside him screams: ‘I don’t wanna talk to you! I want Dr. Z!’
“Yeah, that will be fine. When?” They make the appointment. Mark writes it down in his tremorous hand. “Um, will there be a service? How can we pay our respects?”
“There will be a service at his synagogue for his friends and patients. The funeral is just for family.”
“Of course,” Mark says, relieved he doesn’t have to stand over the man’s grave. He writes down this information, too. “Um, do ya have a Jenni on your list?”
“Yes, I do. He made a note that you two come as a set. If you want to, you can come to your appointment together.”
“Okay. She’s with me now. I’m gonna tell her.”
“All right, Mark. That’s probably better. I look forward to meeting you and I’m so very sorry for your loss. If you need anyone to talk to in the meantime, there’s a hotline…”
“I don’t need a hotline,” Mark says, trying not to snap it out. “Sorry, I’m just in shock.”
“You’re not alone in that. He was an amazing person. It’s a blow.”
“Fuck. This really hurts.”
“Yes, and if it gets too much, you may call me sooner than your appointment. yalova escort Okay?”
“Okay.”
Mark turns to look across the loft at Jenni, who’s sitting up in bed, eyes round and serious. It’s unlikely she’d be able to hear, but she could see and sense what kind of call that was. He goes to her.
“Baby girl. That was bad news. Dr. Z. passed away.”
The devastation washes over her face. The tears come much quicker than the words, all tangled up in a horrified knot in her throat. When they do break through, it’s a wail.
“Who will take care of us now?!”
Mark gathers her close to sit up in the middle of the bed with his arms and legs around her.
“I will. I’ll take care of us. He got me to that point and I ain’t gonna let him down.”
“But I never… said goodbye! I never told him…”
“Shh… he knew.”
“I… I love him, Daddy!”
“Me, too. God, this is painful. Hey, wanna know somethin’?”
“No.”
Mark ignores that. “That was our new doctor callin’. He chose her and let her know we come as a set. He loved us enough to make arrangements for… this… we’re gonna be okay.”
Jenni just screams in pain. Marks doesn’t discourage it. She’d known him longer and truly loved him. If Mark didn’t want to hear about “a new doctor,” she certainly did not. He’d never been institutionalized against his will. He’d been abused by his parents, but never by doctors. Dr. Z. was the first person she ever trusted who never abused her.
Zavodny was the first person in Mark’s life who gave a fuck about him. It took a long time to catch on that the man really cared, but when Mark did, it was everything. The only difference between him and his mate was that she never had his fire to live. Lucien’s treatment had been like gasoline on that fire, igniting a fiercer love and devotion to the man than Jenni felt. When he replaced himself with Mark as the man in her life, and then the pregnancy stabilized her mood, it seemed like she needed him less.
Now, Jenni howls in pain like a dying animal. Mark realizes the cameras are broadcasting this.
He goes to the camera and explains: “Hey everyone. She’s hurting because we just found out someone real close to us died. Not Freddy! Another person we both love passed away. She’s not in labor, not losin’ the baby, we’re just in grief. Gotta shut this down. I KNOW you will understand.”
When Freddy shows up as is required of him, he sees Jenni catatonically watching cartoons. She’s as curled into a ball as she can get around the pregnant belly. She usually calls out his name with a laugh in her voice. She doesn’t see him.
“Mark?”
“Baby. I’m sorry. I wanted ya here to protect you from sadness. Our doctor died. We’re mourning. I don’t know if it’s better for you to stay or go…” He hangs back from embracing him as if he fears it’s him who has contaminated his well-adjusted lover.
“I think I’ll stay, if you still want that. Dr. Z. died?”
Mark nods and falls into his arms.
“Oh, my darling, my love… I’m so sorry. “
“I’m sorry! I’m… not supposed to be like this,” Mark says, after snotting up Freddy’s shirt.
“When Patroclus died, Achilles had such a spectacular display of grief it’s how we know the two were probably ‘more than friends.’ It doesn’t change our view of Achilles. He’s known as a passionate fighter, not the big baby who cried too much.”
“I ain’t him.”
“You are to me. You must be half-immortal. Just look at you. You can cry all night. Just tell me how I can help, if I can.”
“Just make sure I keep it together. For her. Oh, god, this really hurts!”
“I know, Sir. Just go through it. You don’t have to dominate me tonight.”
“Well, does it sound awful if I want to fuck? I don’t wanna feel like this anymore… it’s too much. Will ya help me make this hollow feeling go away?” Mark clutches his belly where it hurts the most.
“If that’s what helps, sure we can. You’re sure that’s a good idea?”
“I’m sure it’s what I want.”
Mark goes to Jenni and crouches next to her. “Baby girl, Freddy and I are goin’ to bed. Tryin’ to fuck the pain away, as they say. I can tell ya don’t want to right now, but you’re welcome to join us. Even if ya just need me, we’ll stop. You can always have my attention, baby. You understand?”
She smiles mournfully. “I hope it helps, Mark. I’m okay.”
She almost never calls him by his name and he knows it’s a sure sign she’s not in the mood. “Can I get ya anything?” he asks.
“No, thank you. Let him make you feel better. I can feel how sad you are. I feel it, too.”
“I know. I wish I could take it all so you didn’t feel none of it.”
“Funny, I’d do the same for you, Daddy.”
Mark covers her solicitously with a throw which she allows, then removes once he’s walked away.
In the bedroom area, the men undress.
“Does this make you feel used? ‘Cause that’s what it is, even though I love you.”
“That’s what I’m for, Sir,” Freddy says submissively.
“Stop. Wait – is that how ya like to think zonguldak escort of it?”
Freddy touches his solid erection. “Maybe I’m the selfish one if I can get turned on by you even when you’re in terrible pain. Maybe it’s better not to think too much right now, Sir.”
Mark closes the distance between them and they kiss. He’s still shuddering from the aftershocks of his bout of sobbing. He can taste his own salt on Freddy’s neck.
They lie down and Mark pulls his boy onto him like his weight is the cure for that gnawing, hollow pain. It’s not that hard to let sensuality take the place of his troubled thoughts. Mark has been under more pressure than he knew and now bearing it without the person who brought him to the place where he even could was shredding his nerves. His brain gives in readily to Freddy’s fleshly charms.
“Ah, so nice, sweetheart,” Mark whispers as Freddy rolls his hips and kisses his collarbones. His boy is already lubricating all over Mark’s belly and cock. “You’re so juicy and sweet,” he praises. “Always so giving to me, the best submissive boy…”
Freddy moans and Mark knows his power. He’s going to make him come or cry or both. As much sorrow as he feels, owning Freddy brings out the dacryphiliac part of his psyche. He can cry instead if he wants to.
Mark slips his hand between them to stroke him as Freddy struggles. “Master, I can’t… you’ll make me…”
“I know. You fuck me better after your first orgasm. I think I better be the one receiving today. The state I’m in, I might be too rough with you, baby.”
‘Oh! Oh god, Master,” he hisses. “Is that what you want? For me to be rough with you?”
“Uh-huh. I want you to fuck my brains out. That’s what I want.”
His boy growls, sounding almost like him. It makes the Dom smile. There was some potential for them to switch if Freddy was bossed into it just right. Freddy takes the hint and ruts into Mark’s grip, knowing his quick orgasm is preparation to serve his master in his time of need.
“Oh, yes. Yes! I love you, Sir!” he cries as he pounds his master into the mattress bruisingly hard. Mark spanks him when he feels hot liquid surge between them to leave a nice, red handprint.
Mark holds him tight on top of him while he catches his breath. Freddy’s pounding heart is so soothing against his breaking one. This is what he needs and much more of it.
Freddy gets up quicker than Mark anticipated and gets the lube from the dresser. He prepares him like a well-trained servant. “Your hands are clever at all kinds of things,” Mark praises him in his buzzy rasp as he looks seductively over his shoulder. The redness in his eyes from crying makes the contrasting blue that much brighter and almost sea green.
“It’s ridiculous how sexy you are sometimes,” Freddy replies.
“You can take it out on me. I mean it,” Mark flirts seriously. He raises up to his hands and knees, rolls his spine, slowly wags his head and tailbone. “Now.”
Freddy practically throws himself at him. He’s always careful at first but is quick to obey Mark’s commands to treat him rougher. He sodomizes him like he’s trying to drive home a point and Mark’s genderless screams are as desperate as they are ecstatic. Freddy grabs hold of his hair and pulls his head back. He changes his angle to hit his sweet spot more brutally.
“Oh fuck! Fuck, Freddy!”
“That’s what I’m doing, Sir.” He bends over his owner to bite the back of his neck. It’s not a gentle bite, either. Mark shrieks in a mix of pain, pleasure, and surprise.
‘Again! Do that more!”
Freddy complies, not as hard this time, but enough to drive his master out of his mind.
Jenni’s been drawn to the bedroom by the thrilling sounds of intense pleasure, as well as of the bed ready to come apart. Mark certainly never made love with her like that, and, as far as she’s seen, the boys don’t handle each other like that, either.
She stands off to the side, watching with an odd little smile on her lips. Her Daddy’s taking a gale force fuck like he lives for it. It opens up her puffy eyes.
Mark notices her after a couple of minutes. “Jenni,” he growls. “Are ya all right? You want me?” Freddy slows to a pulse, unable to stop completely.
She laughs softly. As if she’d make him stop right now! “I just got curious what you guys were doing… Can I… get in on this, Daddy?”
“Oh! Of course, baby. Want to pick up where we left off… but with Freddy inside me?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
Mark lowers himself gracefully as Freddy follows him. Somehow he understands what Mark had meant; there weren’t too many positions in which he could fuck his round female sub. Freddy rolls them in his arms onto their side and holds Mark close to his sweaty body. “Gentle, now,” Mark says. His voice sounds like it’s been tenderized.
“Of course, Sir. Just show me what you’d like.”
“Good boy.”
Mark reaches back to swipe his hand along Freddy’s side, then guides himself inside his girl.
“Mmm, baby, you’re still so wet for me,” he purrs.
“You zonguldak escort feel so good inside me, Daddy. Need you!”
Mark sets the rhythm pushing forward into his girl and back onto his boy, who holds his whole body rigid for him to use.
“A little more than that, Freddy. It’s okay.”
He responds with a small thrust against his prostate with each arch of Mark’s lower back. Not to be outdone, his girl clenches hard around him with every forward stroke of his cock. She’ll be in excellent shape for childbirth.
Mark’s delirious with the overload of intimacy and hot, sticky sex. “This is the best feeling… ” Freddy pulls his hair and makes it even better. “Mmm, I love bein’ between you both like this,” says their greedy, grateful Dom. Freddy reaches across him to hold onto his sister sub and pull them tighter together to make him feel more secure, more loved, safe enough to lose his mind when he comes.
His girl’s hips move in big ellipses and she’s starting to tremble. She’s quiet except for obscene wet noises as the fluid pours from her. Mark knows that means she’s close to orgasm and trying to get there without being bossy. He releases her breast and touches her clit with two talented fingertips. She’s so engorged he feels guilty he ever let her get to such a terrible state. He rubs her slippery flesh with a firm, fast touch.
“Need that, sweetheart?”
“Yeah! Oh! I’m gonna come!”
“Beg. Ask me nice,” he says knowing she’s already there and his words just make it sweeter.
Mark pulls his hips back a little so that his huge round glans strikes her g-spot when he fucks her in time with the way he rubs her. He concentrates intently, waiting for it.
“You’re squirtin’, baby. Good girl, come for me more!”
Jenni screams, long and complex; she’s up against her very capacity for pleasure. It’s never sounded more sublime to Mark than after hearing her earlier grief. He can feel her staggering orgasm inside her body around his and in his palm.
Mark holds up his dripping hand triumphantly for Freddy to enjoy. The sight makes him whimper, then falter.
“You, too, sweet boy?”
“Yes, Sir. May I please…”
The way this boy sounds begging takes Mark’s breath away, every damn time.
“Yes, but like we were before. I want ya to use me rough to make yourself come.”
“Oh god,” Freddy moans at the thought of it like he can barely hold himself together.
Mark gently withdraws from his limp girl and resumes the pose he was in when she’d joined them. His boy returns to him, sloppily applies more slick, then joins them together forcefully.
Jenni would normally let them have their space, even when sharing the bed, but this time she can’t resist rolling over to peek at the sight of Mark getting fucked by her sexy, strapping brother.
Mark knows Freddy’s too turned-on to last, so he shamelessly cares for himself. Jenni still can’t get over the effect the beautiful sight has on her. When Daddy lets her pick a treat, that’s usually what she asks him for. His style is more urgent and unself-conscious at the moment, but his orgasmic expression is as gorgeous as ever.
He cries out with every thrust into his body. “Freddy, I’m gonna come now. Go on, sweetheart!”
“Ohhh! Mark!” He shatters apart with euphoria.
The trio lies down on the rumpled bed. Everywhere is a wet spot, but no one cares.
They remain a while, not clingy-close, but enjoying each other’s blissed-out breathing and needed presence. Freddy’s stomach growls and Jenni admits she’s hungry, too.
“I feel like a pig I can even eat after finding out…”
“You’re still pregnant – the baby don’t know we lost anyone. Dr. Z. would be upset if he thought ya weren’t eating. What would ya like?”
“Can I have my favorite?”
“Sure, want me to do it for you?”
“I can do it, Daddy. Freddy, do you want that, too?”
“Yes, please.”
Jenni leaves the boys in the bed that’s probably even structurally fucked out and walks naked to the kitchen. She makes two big boxes of mac an’ cheese. One for her, the baby, and her grief, and the other is just for her big brother because that’s the amount he requires. While the water boils, she blends Mark’s nutritional drink because she’s seen him make it enough times to know how.
She brings it to him in bed, where he still lounges, stroking his pet.
“Aw, ya don’t have to wait on me, girl!”
“You do all the time for me.”
“I disagree. That’s me taking care of my little girl.”
“Well, I can do more for you than I do, Daddy. We have to take care of each other now.”
Jenni finishes making their simple repast. It’s very different from a meal in Freddy’s kitchen, but he likes it well enough. They eat while watching mindless TV shows as they ride the waves of grief and try not to drown. They all have things to do in the morning, so don’t stay up too late. Mark and Freddy go to bed first because they want another round; Mark does seem to be using Freddy’s dick the way he used to use smack, but this was healthier at least and capable of loving him back.
When the noises of sex insanity die down, Jenni turns off her cartoons and climbs into her place next to Daddy. There’s a loud crack, then the bedframe collapses and she rolls onto the floor with a startled squeak.
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