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Chapter Six

A Prelude to Perseverance

Before I began rooming with my current roommate Rohan, I was with a couple of frat boys who spent most of their time drinking and playing video games. Being the introverted loser I was, we seldom got along. I occasionally played co-op with them, but FPS games were never my forte and that's all they ever played.

One time, they held a LAN party in our room with four other people in the dorm, with three consoles hooked up to three different TVs. Unfortunately for me, they started at 10 at night and I had morning classes the next day. The amount of noise that six drunk jocks can make while shooting virtual space aliens can be quite detrimental to one's sleep schedule, but miraculously I dozed off around midnight.

When my alarm woke me up at 6 AM sharp, all six of them were still glued to their TV screens, sitting exactly where they were six hours ago. To an extent, I was surprised, but at the same time, I was too groggy to care from having just woken up.

I went about my average morning routine, washing up in the showers and whatnot. However, when I returned to the dorm room, everything was pitch black and dead silent. In my naivete, I assumed that everyone went back to their dorms and my roommates had gone to bed. That is, until I was assaulted and battered with pillow after pillow by all six of them. Since they were just pillows, I wasn't gravely injured or anything (not counting my pride, at least), but I've learned to be wary when things suddenly go silent in my dorm room. It helped me to fight back with a pillow of my own when they tried to pull that shit again two weeks later.

We've since de-tripled and I moved in with Rohan, but the premonitory instinct still lingers within me. At least, that was the only explanation I had as to why I paused before turning the corner back into the living room orgy. The sounds of Cairo's domineering shouting and Teej's submissive spanking had disappeared, making the whole house much quieter. From the hallway, the only detectable noises were heavy breathing coming from who the hell knows. The red flag in my head waving high, I halted my progress to the living room and turned to Perci.

"It's quiet," I whispered to her.

"So?"

"Why is it quiet?" I fired back.

She answered with a shrug. Her lack of a proper answer did little to inspire confidence in me. Playing it safe, I hugged the wall and peeked around the corner as stealthily as I could.

The first thing I noticed was Bear. He sat there on the couch, his legs tied together with thick strands of pink-red interwoven around his thighs and calves. His arms were behind his back, likely trapped by the same neon rope. He also held Cairo's riding crop in his gritted teeth, presumably by command of the mistress herself. Additionally, Bear the bear was bare... well, not completely. Technically speaking, he was still covered in the aforementioned bright ruby red ropes that kept him bound. Regardless, the rope did nothing to keep him decent, leaving his dark-brown coat, as well as his thick erection, on display.

Aside from the one immeasurably embarrassing time I accidentally walked in on my dad in the shower, I had never seen another naked man in real life. I've seen plenty of men make love to women on the internet, but they looked nothing like Bear. These men were all models of peak physical performance: all muscles, no body fat, and dicks the size of full grown cucumbers. Bear, on the other hand, without his bulky clothes covering him, had no such physique. While he did have plenty of muscle, even for a man his size, the muscle was coupled with a healthy layer of fat along his body, as well as a thick coat of fur in dire need of grooming. The biggest difference (or at the very least, the most distracting) was his tan uncut cock. He had the average five to six inches most men have, but what he lacked in length, he made up for in girth. If I had to estimate, it's diameter looked to be almost two and a half inches. It must be impossible for Cairo to wrap her hand around the whole thing.

Speaking of Cairo, the dominatrix stood behind him, her tie-dye shirt removed to reveal a lacy black bra, her hands on Bear's head forcing him to stare at the sight in front of him. Following his gaze, I turned to see Teej, completely naked, sitting between Dwight and Andrew on the sofa. She was making out with Dwight while the mountain goat nibbled at her neck and groped at her breasts.

"Perci," I gasped, turning to the canine, "Andrew's... feeling up Teej."

"Yeah, I know," she responded nonchalantly, walking out from the cover of the hallway.

Wait, what?

"...And you're... cool with that?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Why wouldn't I be?" she answered, "It's not like he doesn't love me anymore. We're just... more open than most couples."

"...Oh," I dumbly muttered, "So this..."

"Is not the first time," Perci finished.

I averted my eyes back to the perversion before me. Everytime Andrew did something to Teej, whether it was groping her, nibbling her, or kissing her, I'd look back at Perci and gauge her reaction, but her expression remained unchanged all throughout. It's not that I'd never heard of polyamory or open relationships; it's just that I'd never seen it in practice. Even in movies and TV, with all their love triangles and infidelity subplots, nobody ever thinks to share their lover or lovers. Usually, the love triangles end with the third wheel finding somebody else and the infidelity subplots usually end in divorce or murder. I guess some people are a lot less dramatic and a lot more compersive than the jealous, backstabbing lovers seen on soap operas. Hallelujah for that, taking into account that present company seemed a lot friendlier than the previously mentioned television characters.

Speaking of present company, as I continued my inspection of the scene before me, I found myself focusing less on Perci's physiognomy and more on the scene before me. I began noticing little details, like how the tiger had his hand between Teej's legs, and how it was moving in a circular motion, causing her to moan as she kissed him. Moreover, I saw that the raccoon, in turn, had a hand tucked into Dwight's unbuttoned pants, making similar movements underneath this boxers.

"You wish that was you, don't you? Get kissed and rubbed down there?" Cairo taunted, pressing her mouth against Bear's ear and retrieving her crop from his bite.

"O-Only if Mistress wishes it," the bound grizzly replied.

"Mmm, good answer," Mistress Cairo complimented, giving him a peck on the cheek...

...just like Perci did...

It's not like he doesn't love me anymore. We're just... more open than most couples.

And just like that, I finally put 2 and 2 together. When she kissed me on the cheek two chapters ago, she wasn't conspiring any insidious, "cuckolding temptress" bullshit. The simple truth was far less insidious: she simply had Andrew's permission to kiss me.

But this, just like all the other info I've gathered on her, only led to more and more questions. Specifically, why did she smooch me in the first place, if not to create conflict? Maybe it was just her way of being playful, or maybe she was taking pity on me. After all, it's not like she's actually attracted to me, right? ...Right?

Maybe it's best to straight up ask her. I mean, how many false assumptions have I already made from bottling up my thoughts and being too afraid to ask any questions? Hell, I gave myself an anxiety attack over absolutely nothing. That's not healthy at all. C'mon, Pat, just talk to her; open up your big dumb beak and make yourself heard!

"Dwight, whip it out!" exclaimed the man-sandwiched raccoon, "I want it in my fucking mouth!"

Then again, it is rude to talk during a movie or show, and this was quite a show. If I had to choose between deluding myself into believing a woman might actually desire me in a romantic/sexual fashion and watching Teej stick her fat rump sky high as she fiddled with Dwight's zipper, I'd choose the one happening right now. The one involving my metric ton of emotional insecurities could wait.

After Teej was done unintentionally flashing me, I switched my gaze over to whatever Bear and Cairo were up to. The domme was still whispering into the ursid's ear as she used her riding crop to tease his hardness. However, she must've caught me in her peripheral vision because after a few seconds, she cocked her head in my direction and our eyes met.

With the weapon-wielding lady in leather staring directly into my soul, I reflexively ducked back into the shelter of the hallways, glancing at Perci. She raised an eyebrow at me as if to say, 'Really?' And she had a point: why the hell did I do that? Sure, Cairo is an absolute beast of a domme, but it's just an act right?

"Yellow," I heard the feline sigh, breaking her character and thankfully confirming my suspicions... although I was left wondering what the hell 'yellow' meant.

"I just need to talk for a moment," she said to her captive, "Will you be okay like this?"

"I'm good," he replied.

"Great, I'll be right back."

The sound of footsteps punctuated the end of their conversation. I could hear them grow in volume as she approached my location until she inevitably rounded the corner and faced me.

"Are you okay?" Cairo asked in a hushed tone, "You're not panicking like before, are you?"

"Huh? ...oh, no! I'm fine, really. It's just..."

Before I could finish, I couldn't help but eye Cairo's revealing duds. No longer kneeling behind the couch, I took notice of the black pair panties and matching garter belt where her jeans used to be.

"...surreal."

"Surreal?"

"Yeah, surreal. I mean, not that I'm complaining or anything. It's just... "

"A lot to take in?"

"Yeah, that's fairly accurate."

"Pat," Perci interrupted, "remember what we talked about? It's okay to ask questions."

"I have too many to ask!" I half-joked, "Actually, now that I think about it, Cairo, what does 'yellow' mean?"

"Yellow?"

"Yeah, you said it to Bear just now?"

"Ooooooh," she realized, "It means 'time out.'"

"Then why not just say time out, then?"

"Well, I'm glad you asked..." she acknowledged, straightening her posture like she was about to give an oral presentation to a classroom, "Sometimes when a submissive like Bear is roleplaying, they might say things like 'Don't' or 'Stop' as part of the act. So, instead of using those words to signify that we want to end the scene, we use what are called 'safewords' which are usually words you'd probably never say during sex, like colors or foods. Whatever words jump out at you and make you think, 'Wait a minute, something's not right here.' The most commonly used safewords are 'green' for go ahead, 'yellow' for slow down or time out, and 'red' for full stop. Just like a traffic light."

"Huh..." I remarked, "So if Bear were to start shouting 'red'...?"

"I'd go and untie him right away, and care for him."

"Wow, there's... a lot more thought put into this than I thought."

"Yeah, plenty of people think it's scary, but as long as you do your research, follow the rules and precautions for each kink, and check in with your partner..."

And as if on queue, she swiveled her head back to the living room.

"Check in!" She barked.

"Green!" Bear called back.

"...Everything should be A-OK."

So there are safety measures after all. I knew certain kinks had certain risks, but it's not like they show you the precautions taken for them alongside the porn videos. Then again, why would they? It would be like a magician pulling back the curtain revealing how all the magic really happens while performing their act; and with magic at least, the mystery behind how it's done is half of the allure. Then again, there are those select few who do want to know how it works, because they want to create magic themselves. But of course, now there's a question that I have to ask myself tonight...

Am I one of those select few?

"And you're sure you don't mind a stranger like me being here and watching you all do this stuff?" I checked.

"You're not a stranger to me," Perci avowed.

"Pat, I can assure you, with one hundred percent certainty, that we do not mind you watching us," Cairo confirmed, "Do you... not feel comfortable watching them?"

"Some of them actually get off on being watched," Perci added.

"I wouldn't say I'm uncomfortable, it's more like... wait, get off on...? They like being watched?"

"Mmhmm," she nodded, "You should hear some of the stories Teej has."

"But that's beside the point," Cairo interrupted, "I just wanted to make sure you're doing okay."

"Yeah, I'm good. Not my average night out, but it's..." I lingered, looking back at the debauchery in the other room, "entertaining... better than anything on TV right now, to say the least."

"Good, good. In that case, if you're looking for entertainment, just take a seat and enjoy the show. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to borrow your poodle for a moment."

"Why? You gonna dominate her, too," I joked.

"Actually, yeah, I am."

I hesitated, "...Oh! ...I see."

"Why? Did you wanna join in?" Perci teased, a taunting smirk plastered on her face.

As if on cue, the influx of a million questions once again rushed through my brain, but fortunately I had the assurance of knowing I could say 'no,' which happened to be the answer to most of them. Plus, it's not like she was being serious about joining her as a submissive, right?

"Wait, Perci, are you being serious right now?" Cairo inquired before I had the chance to do so myself.

"Well, he mentioned he was a little curious about the whole thing."

"Yeah, but just throwing him right into the middle of everything doesn't seem like the best idea."

"I'm not throwing him into anything. I told him that he can say 'no' whenever he wants."

"What if he has another anxiety attack and can't speak like before?"

"That was only because he thought we were gonna torture and humiliate him."

"Well, pressuring him into kink play isn't going to convince him otherwise, Perci!"

"Are you listening to me? I just said I'm not forcing him!"

"Hey!" I finally interjected, grabbing their attention, "Don't I get a say in this!? You're talking about me after all."

As they swung their gazes in my direction, their stern, furrowed brows and aggressively gritted teeth vanished in an instant as if I had said the magic word. In their place were the wide-eyed gazes of the cat and canine. As the moment set in, the two slowly sank into their shoulders until they were hanging their heads in shame.

"Look," I began, focusing my attention on Cairo, "Perci was right about me panicking because my mind immediately jumped to conclusions about BDSM being about rape and slavery. That being said, this was all before I knew the whole thing about consent and safewords and stuff. I know better now."

"Having said that," I continued, turning to Perci, "from what I've seen tonight, kink in and of itself can be... extremely intimate. And while I wouldn't mind being friends with all of you, I don't feel comfortable about the idea of you guys stripping, binding, and spanking me in front of a group of near-strangers in any way, shape or form."

"Wait, no, nonononono, that's not what I was suggesting at all" Perci piped up, "I wasn't saying you should be submissive. I was suggesting that you help Cairo with dominating me."

Well...... that changes everything.

"Ooooooooh! That's what you meant." Cairo understood.

"Wait, me? A dominatrix?" I squawked.

"To be truthful, I thought maybe including you in the fun might help make you feel a little less weird about it," Perci confessed, looking at her feet, "I'm sorry. I should have explained it better.

"I'm sorry, too," Cairo apologized, "I just... I know what it's like to have a panic attack, Pat. I didn't want you to go through another one tonight."

"It's all right. You're both fine," I assured them, "but Perci, you... what makes you think I'd be any good at dominating you?"

"Because you understand," she answered, as if that explained everything.

"Understand what?"

She hesitated for a moment before giving her answer.

"Do you remember when we first met?"

"How could I not?" I answered, "you left quite an impression."

"So I've been told," she giggled, "but do you remember how you reacted?"

"I ran away, trying to hide my boner."

"No, I mean before," Perci corrected as Cairo covered her mouth to stifle a laugh.

A lot of things happened before I left that day, most of which I'm not one hundred percent sure I recall perfectly because I was severely distracted by the naked poodle in the room. I could only shake my head in response.

"Before I undressed, you asked if I was okay with you being there," Perci clarified, "I've gotten naked in front of a fair amount of guys, Pat. Some of them complimented my figure. Some were a bit more vulgar and would say what they'd do to me in bed and whatnot. Some of them even groped me. But you didn't do any of that. Instead, you're first instinct was to ask if I was okay."

She took a cautious step towards me.

"I know it probably doesn't look like it," she resumed, motioning to the chaos in the living room, "but a dom's number one priority is the physical and emotional safety of their sub: listening for safewords, knowing your partner's limits, aftercare."

She took another step forward and placed her hands on my shoulders, staring into my eyes as she made her concluding statement, "I believe, that if you really wanted to, you'd make an amazing dom."

She... she wasn't joking after all, was she? But despite that, I couldn't say that I minded in the slightest. I didn't expect to be praised for what I thought was common sense, but with how much heart she put into her explanation I didn't dare shrug it off. If anything, it felt like I was exactly where I wanted to be. Sure, I was among strangers, most of which were in various states of undress and performing acts of sexual hedonism, but boiling it down to one singular moment, I was simply a bird, standing there in the hands of a woman who genuinely saw the best in me and wanted me to embrace it.

With Perci's hands on my body and her eyes staring into mine, I should've panicked from feeling such alien stimuli. But I didn't. Instead, I just let these sensations linger with me. It was almost as if it made me feel... stronger, like her warmth was flowing through me, reaching every cell of my body and charging them with the power of the sun.

"I'll do it," I gave in, "I'll help."

"Well, if you're okay with it, and Perci's okay with it, then I guess I can find a way to finagle you into the fun," Cairo chimed in, "Bear won't mind either. It's not his first time with a guy."

"Actually, I'd prefer it if I could just stick with Perci," I clarified, "I've never done anything with a guy, and I'd rather not try it unless it's someone I know."

"Yeah, that's fair. I think I can manage that. Any other preferences we should know about?"

"Yeah, for the time being, I'd like to keep my clothes on."

"Of course. Anything else?"

"Are you planning on hitting me with that?" I asked, pointing to the weapon in her hand.

"Nope. It's for subs only."

"Good. In that case, I think that's everything."

"Okay, okay. Hmm..." she pondered aloud, scratching her chin, "and this is your first time, right?"

I nodded.

"So, let me think..." she requested before stopping to think.

"How about this? Whenever I want you to do something to her, I'll ask 'Would you like to...?' Just like that. And if you want to do it, then you'll say 'yes' and do it. And if you don't want to, then say 'no,' and you don't have to do it."

"Sounds fair so far," I conceded.

"And remember," Perci emphasized, "you are allowed to say 'no.'"

"Right, just because I'm quote-unquote 'in control' does mean you're not in control. You can stop the scene for whatever reason."

"Right, of course," I concurred. I wasn't as afraid of the big bad riding crop lady as I was before, but the reassurance was nonetheless welcome.

"Shall we prepare in the bathroom?" Cairo asked Perci.

"Let's," the poodle answered, skipping to the bathroom.

"By the way Pat, one last thing..." Cairo added, "I've done this with her a few times before. I know what gets her going and I'm not going to tell you to do anything she doesn't like. So don't go too easy on her."

"Oooooookay..." I said, unsure how to react, "I'll keep that in mind."

"Anyway, I'm gonna go get her ready. Just sit down and we'll be back in a few minutes."

With our conversation over, we went our separate ways, with Cairo chasing Perci into the bathroom, while I retreated to the living room. To my chagrin, with Teej, Dwight, and Andrew hogging all the sofa space, the only option was to sit next to big, naked, hard-as-a-diamond Bear.

Accepting my limited options, I sat an arm's length away from the giant submissive and admired the threesome from across the coffee table. At some point, Teej had shifted her position, as she was now laying belly-down atop the two men. Dwight's zipper was opened and his penis was pulled out, allowing Teej to suck on it to her heart's content. On the opposite side of the couch, Andew was kneading her voluptuous rear with one hand while rubbing betwixt her thighs with the other.

I have seen a fair amount of porn like this, where the girl was as slutty as physically possible, doing all sorts of shit that the average woman would never do even if you offered her a king's ransom. The thing is, those were actresses, who were getting paid to take all those cocks and moan like they were actually enjoying themselves. This raccoon was neither an actresses nor getting paid, and yet she had no issue with debasing herself like this. I pinched my arm in disbelief, and to my surprise I felt the sting of my own talons digging into my skin and did not wake from what I thought was a dream. Despite all laws of probability, the sight before me was unbelievably, astonishingly, remarkably, incredibly, beyond the shadow of a doubt real. If someone had told me that a woman would let me watch her perform fellatio while getting her cunt fingered for free, I would've assumed they were referring to a sex slave and called the police.

My eyes refused to leave the sight. As unnatural and depraved as the scene may have been, I was certain I would never see anything like this again in my lifetime. I wanted to drink in every single second of debauchery and commit each one to memory, making sure I could never forget. I coveted every detail, from each lick Teej took of Dwight's seven-inch cock, to each drop of fluid that flowed from her folds onto Andrew's fingers. Maybe it was rude of me to be so dedicated to my voyeurism of the ménage á trois, but studying the scene before me, I began to wonder: How much of this did I have to look forward to with Perci?

"Like what you see, pervy bird?"

Before I had the chance to dive into my personal enigma, I was handed another question by the lewd raccoon I was ogling.

"Whuh?" I flustered before realizing my error and looking away, "Sorry, I just... I never... seen anything so..."

"Chill, dude. I'm_mmph_, just asking," she pointed out, her insides still being massaged by Andrew, "I don't mmm_mind the _ah-attention."

"She's selling herself short; she loves being watched," Dwight casually interjected, as if his girlfriend wasn't rubbing the daylights out of cock at the time, "You should hear about some of the shit we got up to at Folsom."

"The prison?"

"No the street fair!"

At the time, I had no idea what the Folsom Street Fair was, nor did I know that the events there were far more debauched than my current happenstance many times over. I was just relieved to know that I hadn't gone overboard with my watchful eye, or at least they didn't care if I had. Even so, it raises the question of how they became so relaxed with being sexual in front of strangers. I would've guessed repeated exposure and practice, since that's how most people get over the fear of public speaking. Then again, public speaking and public sex are two very different things. After all, not many public speakers disrobe and cum during their speeches. Plus, how many times do you have to fuck with a captive audience before you start getting good at it?

To be fair, there are also those out there in the world who're naturally outgoing and extroverted. Is it possible that all these outcasts simply have that same approach to their bodies and sexualities? If that was the case, then I envy them. Considering all the stress I've put myself through tonight, having the ability to throw away all of my dysphoria and anxiety and let myself have fun would be nothing short of a revelation. Then again, it's very much a possibility I may find that performing with Perci and Cairo in their lewd antics.

"Oh little bear~" we all heard from the hallway.

Speak of the devil.