[Siren Menage & More: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, ManLove, Alternative, Menage, BDSM, MMM, HFN]
Jason is serving time in prison for committing assault. On his first day there, he enters into a three-way BDSM relationship with Adam and Terrence. Terrence supervises the prisoners’ daily hard labor, but the toil is so grueling that Jason and Adam decide they must escape to avoid the bitter labor under the blazing sun.
While they will miss Terrence, Jason and Adam are determined to contact him when they finalize their exit. When they carry out their plan, they go to Fred’s house, Jason’s ex who broke his heart a few years before. Fred agrees to take them to the state line but no further. When they leave, however, the police spot them and return the two to prison.
Now Jason and Adam must face Terrence, who believes they left him out of cruelty. Will the three men be able to heal the wounds of their separation and finally begin to heal?
The sweat matted against Jason Gardner’s brown hair as the torrid sun above him baked the soft skin on his trim, toned body. He stood next to his slightly older lover, Adam, whose hair was just a shade darker and who also had a much broader back and larger muscles. Jason held a pick in his hand, which he was using to break pieces off of the large stone before him. He was shirtless, wearing only the pants of the prison uniform the guards had given him and a simple pair of work boots with no socks.
“How much longer?” he whispered to Adam, who glanced over at him with a mean look.
“How should I know?” he responded.
Officer Terrence stood behind the two prisoners with a whip, but Jason knew he wouldn’t use it without their permission. Terrence was the third member of this lovers’ triad, and Jason was well aware he would never push the two prisoners too hard.
Jason lifted his pick again. He had lost count of the hours and the days as he stood toiling in the heat. When would fall come upon them? What kind of work would they do in the winter? Jason didn’t know the answers to these questions, and he figured time alone would tell.
Terrence laid his hot hand on Jason’s back, and Jason turned and stared into his face. Jason’s eyes were likely lifeless at this point, and he figured hard labor was just one of the ways the government used to break its prisoners like him and Adam.
“You need some water?”
“Yeah,” Jason responded, taking his forearm and wiping the sweat from his brow. Terrence handed him a bottle, and Jason opened it and drank greedily.
“Not all of it,” Terrence warned, clutching the whip tighter in his hand. “Save some for Adam.”
Jason gulped down about half the bottle, and then he handed the rest to Adam, who took his own turn hydrating himself.
“It’s almost time for lunch,” Terrence added, and Jason was grateful for that.
The one aspect of his life that had improved since the prison officials had sent him and Adam to hard labor was the food. Since they worked so hard on a nearly daily basis, the prison prepared them all kinds of delightful meals. Eggs, bacon, and toast for breakfast with coffee and orange juice. Some kind of sandwich for lunch. Hardy soup for dinner. Jason was never hungry, even as hard as he slaved away.
“Come on, you two,” Terrence said. “Back to work.”
At least the three lovers could be together, though it almost hadn’t worked out that way. Plus, the nightly sex was something Jason always looked forward to. The fact that it was bondage sex made it even hotter, and he loved it when Adam fucked him while he sucked Terrence’s throbbing member. Still, the work was growing to be far too much for him, and while he had become stronger over the weeks he had toiled like this, he wasn’t yet used to it. He also figured he might never get used to such an abysmal way to spend his days. Yes, hard labor under a blazing sun in a clear sky might always be too much for him.
That was the first time a truly terrible idea occurred to him. He didn’t know if he could go through with it, and he even tried to put it out of his mind. Still, it haunted him in his dreams as he slept, and he knew he had to do something to make his life better.
Jason used the pick a few more times. There was just something about the way his bones ached as he hit the stone with that pick, something about the way he fundamentally knew his body was slowly breaking down from this work.
Why not give them something useful to do, something that wasn’t just a pure waste of time? After all, what did these people think they were going to do with a pile of little stones? Perhaps they could use them as driveway gravel somewhere, but even then, machinery was far more efficient at creating such gravel than using manual prison labor to do so.
“Sir,” Jason said, turning around and facing Terrence, holding his pick at his side. “Can you beat us for a while?”
“What are you talking about?” Adam demanded as he took his own pick and brought it down once again on the stone. “Do you actually want him to beat us?”
“It’ll give us a break, and you know he has to do it anyway.” Jason tried to flash Adam a reassuring smile. “You know they expect us to be marked up at least to some extent.”
Adam threw the pick down and wiped the sweat from his brow. Jason had always found Adam’s body truly spectacular, perhaps even more so than Terrence’s. Still, Terrence wore a short-sleeved shirt and the uniform pants of a guard, while Adam’s torso was bare, sweaty, and muscular. Jason loved both men very much, but he had to confess—even if only to himself—that he simply spent more time with Adam. Plus, Adam was his equal. Terrence was far above him.
“I could use a break, too,” Adam finally confessed, and he looked down at the pick he had just thrown down.
Terrence approached both of them, and the three stood in a triangular formation for a moment.
“You both know the rules of these beatings,” he said. “If it’s too much for you, you say ‘blue,’ but I’m asking you to try to take as much as you can.” He turned to Jason. “You’re right,” he said. “I do have to beat you, and I’ll enjoy myself doing it. But you have to tell me when it’s too much.”
“You know that’s not true. I love both of you.”
“Yeah?” Adam said, walking toward Terrence until he was standing right in his face. “Well, who do you love more? I noticed you didn’t give Jason as many lashes today as you gave me. Wanna mark my body up but keep his pristine for your own amusement?”
“You have to be joking,” Terrence said, but there was a hint of nervousness in his voice. For a moment, Jason wondered if what he was saying was true, even after Jason had imagined just the opposite.
Adam didn’t respond but simply went to the bed and lay down on it, wincing as his back touched the sheet on top of the mattress. It was clear Terrence wasn’t going to get any sex from him that night. Was it true that Terrence loved Adam more than Jason? Or did he love Jason more than Adam? Jason was so confused. After all, it was rare that anyone loved any two people at exactly the same level. There was always something in the quality of affection toward one that didn’t exist with the other. Did Terrence love Adam more because he had known him longer, or did he love Jason more because he was the new, shiny object in the relationship?
“Don’t be like this, Adam,” Terrence repeated, starting to walk toward the bed.
Adam just put his hand up, but he didn’t look in Terrence’s direction.
“I don’t want a blowjob tonight,” he said. “I’m in too much pain.”
With those words, Terrence withered right before Jason’s eyes. Of one thing Jason was certain, though. Neither Adam nor Terrence was angry with him, even if they were with each other. And he knew in that moment that the responsibility to keep their relationship intact would fall on him. That was when he realized what he would have to say and what he would have to do.
“I’ll suck you off,” Jason said to Terrence. Adam turned over further on the bed, facing the wall, clearly not planning to respond. But in this moment, Jason needed to satisfy Terrence. He would have all night to get Adam back on track.
Terrence walked to Jason, and for a moment, it seemed he forgot all about Adam’s anger. His cock was hard in his pants, and Jason got down to his knees, even as Terrence started unfastening his pants, pulling them down with his boxers and revealing his massive, hard cock.
Jason was sure that throbbing dick would be fucking his face in no time, and he also knew he had to be ready to take just such hardcore fucking action. It was the only way Terrence was going to get any relief from Adam’s anger. Yes, that was the plan. Work on Terrence and then work on Adam. Terrence moved forward, holding his hard rod in front of Jason’s face.
“Take this cock, Jason,” Terrence ordered, and Jason looked up at him with what he thought must surely be innocent eyes.
Then he opened his mouth, and without warning, Terrence shoved his cock inside Jason’s mouth. Terrence was not gentle with Jason by any stretch of the imagination, and he grabbed Jason’s face, holding it with the palms of his hands.
“Yeah,” he added as Jason started sucking.
Jason had actually learned a lot about giving head since he came to the prison, having taken Adam’s dick in his mouth nearly every night. Terrence, however, was harder to please. Jason had to be gentler with Terrence’s cock in many ways. Terrence didn’t like any teeth on his dick, and he wanted Jason to swirl his tongue around that throbbing member with each thrust. It was a lot to coordinate.
“Mmppphh,” Jason moaned as Terrence began fucking his face still harder. The cock worship was divine to Jason, and he only hoped that Terrence would shoot in his mouth. In Jason’s mind, that was a sign of true talent at sucking a man off.
Adam suddenly turned over, staring at the men, but Jason could only see him out of the corner of his eye.
“Yeah, Jason,” Adam said, the sarcasm oozing from his voice. “Suck his cock like the pussy you are.”
“Ignore him,” Terrence said, now thrusting just a little more gently than before. “He’s just jealous.”
“Jealous?” Adam said, now standing up and positioning himself next to the bed, raising his eyebrows. “Who am I gonna be jealous of? Your new boy toy? The one you don’t whip as hard as you do me?”
“Oh fuck!” Terrence moaned, and Jason wondered at this point if he could even hear Adam speaking at all.
Jason could tell by the way Terrence was tensing his muscles that it would only be a matter of a minute or so before he shot a hot wad to the back of Jason’s throat.
“Who am I jealous of?” Adam repeated. “You? Because you’re the boss, no matter what you say?”