Page 102 of There's a Way
Then I’d had to become a shapeshifter if I didn’t want to die, and life had been hell for a while, but I’d fought to get it back, to become my own person once again, and during the process, I’d figured out a normal sexual relationship might not be enough for me.
And then Will had come along and turned my life on its ear, whatever that means, but it fits, doesn’t it? It’s like Will and Davy were just waiting for me to come along so they could be everything I needed in a relationship, in a partner, and in a full-time slave. I wish I could write a song and sing it for Will, but since I can’t, I’ll just have to find ways to show him how much I love him, every day for the rest of our lives.
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Davy
The wedding ceremony between my Masters, followed by a commitment ceremony with me included, was beyond my wildest dreams. It was the absolute perfect way to join us all together.
And the song during the reception was the cherry on top of it all. It was perfect, almost like another vow from Will to us, declaring his love for us to the world. It meant so much, it touched my soul.
I’d worn the three-pound plug during the ceremony, and I still had it in. Master had gifted me with new jewelry for my PA before the ceremony, a titanium corkscrew nightstick wand. I usually just wear an arched piece with balls that screw onto the ends when I’m not in my cock cage. Minimal, lightweight, and I can’t really feel it when I’m at work, or even when I’m running.
I have bigger ones, textured on the outside so Micca feels it when I go in and out of her, and of course the huge balls that go on my horseshoe so I can rub them over her g-spot, but they aren’t for everyday wear.
This one was inserted into my penis a good ways, and man, did I feel it every second. The corkscrew post in my dick along with the heavy plug in my ass was a reminder that I was promising my dick and asshole to them, as well as the rest of my body.
If Master could’ve figured out how to stretch my throat during the ceremony without everyone knowing, he’d have probably done that, too.
Instead, the second we were alone, after the ceremony but before the pictures, in a little alcove where no one could see us, he ran two fingers down my throat and said, “Mine, boy. Dick, asshole, throat, and all the rest.”
Micca had caressed my dick under my pants, and when Master had taken his fingers from my throat and then mouth, Micca asked, “Who owns you, Davy?”
“My Master and my Sir own me — body, mind, soul, and willpower.” It’d been perfect, and I went hard again during the reception just remembering it. Thankfully, these pants mostly hid it.
I found myself circulating among our guests without Master or Sir several times, but that was okay. These were our friends, and I was completely comfortable with them.
At one point, Bubbles came to me and told me, “I am beyond proud of the man you’ve become, and I couldn’t be happier for you.”
“Thank you for all you did to put me in a position to meet Will. Also, for teaching me so much while we were… You know.”
He smiled. “Yes, I know, and you’re welcome for all of it.”
When I’d gone back to work after our time in Alfheim, I’d learned Bash, Bubbles, and Brain are werewolves. Razor is a raven, which is just crazy. He’s huge, but Matty says he’s a normal sized raven, which is bigger than a crow, but still a whole helluva lot smaller than Razor. Horse is a bear, of course, since he’s the one Micca wanted tochangeher.
I was relieved to learn Matty is human. It doesn’t make sense, since I’m not mad at Micca for not telling me, but it would’ve hurt my feelings if Matty had been something else and hadn’t told me. Also, Micca had warned us up front that she had a really big secret she wasn’t able to tell us, so it felt like she’d been as honest as she possibly could, which helped.
Matty said supernaturals aren’t usually allowed to play professional sports, so they don’t accidentally do more than humanly possible during the excitement of a game or match or whatever, so if he was a shifter, he wouldn’t be able to race professionally.
Matty sent me some pictures he took of the ceremony, and I texted them to my grandparents. They can’t really leave the homestead for more than a couple of days because of theiranimals, and it takes that long just to get here, so a trip down to see the wedding wasn’t possible for them, but I’d talked to them a lot, and they seemed happy for all three of us.
I ended up dancing with Matty some, since Razor didn’t want to. Actually, I danced with a whole lot of people — Kirsten, Angelica, Lexi, and of course Micca and Will. Angelica had helped me rebuild the engine on my bike after work one day, and she was actually faster and better than Bash at some of it. Lexi, Bubbles’ wife, used to cut my hair before Master started making me get it cut every two weeks by the same girl who cuts his. She comes to the house to do it, and she does both of us while she’s there.
Mythic Beast went back up and played a few more songs later in the evening, and I watched Micca on stage with them, dancing and cutting up with Will while he sangCats and Unicorns.I love those two more than life itself. They’re my world, my universe, my everything. I’d known I wanted a Master, an owner, but never in my wildest dreams would Lord Byron’s alter-ego Will walk into my life and give me ownership and love at the same time. And then when Micca had joined us? I’m owned by two people who are, as Lord Byron sang, my soul mates. It’s more than any slave could ever hope for.
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Will
The cake ceremony was more silly than romantic, but I did it, feeding a bite to both Micca and Davy, and letting them both feed me. Later, I made Davy hold his hands behind his back while I fed a gougère to him off to the side, and thought to myself we’d indeed come full circle from that first date.
My life was complete, and I had my soulmates all to myself for a full month and a half. Six weeks of bliss. The first week at a BDSM resort. Davy had no idea what was in store for him,but I just knew he’d love spending an entire week as our slave in an environment where he’d be slave twenty-four hours a day without even a second of having to pretend to be normal. He’d be naked with cuffs on his wrists and ankles while on the beach, around the pool, at the restaurants, when we explored the island —everywhere. He’d wear a collar with a leash a good bit of the time, too. There were even pillories and other bondage hardware around the pool, where we could install him and then paddle or flog him, even fuck him. Micca could order him to eat her out while she lounged around the pool if she wanted, and I could fuck his face or his ass at will, anywhere on the property except the restaurants.
The island doesn’t allow phones or cameras past the check-in area. You put all electronics in a locker when you check in. You can get them out and use them, do whatever you want in the very comfortable room with the phone lockers, but everything must go back into the locker before you can pass the check-in desk again.
I’d been warned they have equipment that can detect a turned-on cellphone, and if you’re caught, they destroy the phone, escort you off the property, and then someone packs up your room and brings your luggage to you. No laptops, tablets, or phones allowed at all, and the same goes for anything broadcasting or looking for a wi-fi signal — their equipment will triangulate it, and security will destroy the equipment and escort you out of the resort.
So, it would be a week away from technology for all three of us. Something I hadn’t done since the summer between my junior and senior years of high school.
Micca and Davy knew I’d need several hours once we reached our second destination to handle whatever had come up during that week. Four days on another Caribbean island, three days at a spa in Greenland, and then we were going to circlethe Earth. Ireland, Scotland, Paris, Monte Carlo, Egypt, Rome, Tibet, Hong Kong, New Zealand, Australia, Japan, and then another luxurious spa, this time in Hawaii.
Drivers would meet us at the airport everywhere we went, so it would be a completely no-stress vacation. Commercial flights in first class for the longer flights, but private for the ones where it was feasible. Tour guides to show us all the best spots in some cities, while we’d explore on our own in others.
And lots and lots of sex. We were going to fuck our way around the world.
I’d been happy, before I met Davy. I thought I was fulfilled, but I’d been wrong.
Davy and Micca truly do make life have more meaning. The sunsets are brighter, the food is tastier, and I will never tire of all the ways we can fuck.
Throuple, beloved throuple, beloved soulmates. With you in my world, my bed, and my swimming pool, running the trails with me, cooking meals with me, life has more meaning. Fulfillment, fun, and more sex than anyone has a right to, that’s my life with my two soulmates. Throuple, beloved throuple.
