Closing Time- Chapter 2

After fucking both Jessie and Paul earlier that day, I was worn out for a while. They were a bit sore themselves, especially Jessie, who had been DP'd twice. We badly needed to eat something, so we would have the strength to fuck again.

"How about some catering from the bar? You like their food a lot anyway, don't you, Dan?" Paul suggested.

"Oh, come on. I want a fucking break from eating that food. It's good, but I have to serve the stuff everyday. Can't we eat maybe chinese or something?" Jessie complained.

"She has a point, Paul. You have to admit that, "I observed.

"True. Chinese delivery? Or are you wanting to go out?" he asked us.

"I'll take you guys out. We men can share the cost of treating her. I think that we can all use some time outside. I haven't been out all day and neither have you," I commented.

"True. How about it, Paul? I'll be VERY nice to you, even more than usual. I know I fuck that you all of the time, anyway, but I mean letting you have your way with me tonight," she pleaded.

"Sounds great, but where?" he inquired.

"I know a place. It's a buffet kind of restaurant. You should be able to get just about anything Chinese there," I told them.

We headed out there in Jessie's pickup, which meant that we were squeezed together like sardines. Even so, it was an easy, practical vehicle for our short trip. We weren't exactly going on a formal dinner date. This was semi-casual at the most. I made sure to give them the best directions that I could remember.

In about 30 minutes, we arrived at the buffet. Paul and I, despite our free-thinking views, escorted Jessie inside like gentlemen. We opened the doors for her and made sure that she had a seat first. After the hostess took our drink orders and came back with them, we all walked over the buffet itself.

I loaded up on sweet-and-sour stuff, as well as plenty of Mongolian beef. Jessie found herself plenty of seafood, which seemed to be her favorite. Paul chose a lot of BBQ chicken, rice, and spicy Kung Pao pork. I drank iced tea, whereas both of them preferred Coke.

All of us being famished, we had no difficulty devouring our late lunch. The kind of wall-climbing sex that we had just enjoyed used up a lot of energy, after all. Jessie kept staring at me between bites. I think that she had just never seen me eat something without booze before (not counting her pussy and ass, that is). Yet, there I was, stone cold sober and wolfing down some Asian cuisine.

"Well, at least I know that you're not an alcoholic," she suddenly blurted out.

"Excuse me?" I replied, quite stunned at her remark.

"Every time that I have seen you sit down to eat, you've had liquor and sometimes when you weren't eating," she noted.

"Yeah, I guess that you could easily get the wrong idea about me. I mostly don't drink on weeknights, for instance. It's just on Friday and Saturday nights that I feel like taking some poison. By the way, what's yours?" I probed.

"Rum. Paul here likes bourbon, just like you," Jessie informed me.

"Cool. By the way, don't worry about my car. I live in walking distance to the bar, so I headed there on foot and left it in the garage. It's a good way to get exercise, you know. So, what do you say the 2 of you submit to me tonight? I mean, let's face it, as nice as you handled it, you technically raped me. BOTH of you did. I think that you should make it up to me," I proposed.

"Okay, master. Is that what you want us to call you? I have no objections if Paul doesn't," she replied with no real concern.

"It doesn't bother me. After all, I have been sucking your dick and taking your cock up my ass. Those are both things that are traditionally the duties of the 'bottom' guy or bitch in prison, which is where we would go if you pressed charges. I would much rather be your bitch than some fat, ugly guy's," Paul agreed.

"Or some fat, ugly cow's bitch in my case," Jessie snickered.

"Then call me 'Master', both of you. Do well enough and I may keep you. However, there would be a price for that," I announced.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Paul will have to be feminized. I may be bisexual, but I DO prefer women, and he would look better as a woman. Moreover, it's an irrevocable step. If it didn't work out, he'd be stuck as a girl. I love the idea of permanently changing your lives, even if the sexual relationship doesn't last," I told them.

"An interesting ultimatum, isn't it? Damn! You want my boyfriend here to take female hormones and wear girls' clothes? What about double-penetration? As much as I like the idea of you having 2 girls, I want some male attention, you know," Jessie reacted. "Do you have a better idea? You have 30 seconds to save your beau's masculinity," I responded.

"Okay, how about Bobbie? She's single, works with Paul, and would probably enjoy having 2 guys to share with me. She might even be bi," she offered.

"God, I like her! Do you think that you can actually get her to join us? If you do, I'll let Paul here stay a boy toy, instead of making him become a slave girl," I declared.

"YES! I can persuade her. Believe me. Just let Paul stay 'Paul', not 'Paula'. It would be tough on his ego to be feminized," Jessie swore.

"Very well. Paul, you should REALLY thank your girlfriend here. She has fought to keep you a man. I knew that you would recruit another girl, Jessie. You just needed the right motivation," I answered.

"You bastard! You did all of that to scare us into finding another woman! Damn, you're clever," she said to me.

"I DID have you going, didn't I? No hard feelings, Paul? I didn't REALLY intend to feminize you. That was just plan B," I told them.

"Okay, no hard feelings," Paul finally spoke, a little embarrassed at having his manhood saved by his lover.

"I still want your submission, though. Even Bobbie will have to submit, although I may let her dominate the two of you," I explained.

"Dominate us how?" Jessie wondered.

"Have you eat her out, rim her ass, take a strap-on dildo, that sort of thing. She would only be an assistant domme," I clarified.

"Hmm... sounds like fun. I've always wanted to try it with a dominatrix. I just didn't have the guts to do anything about it. It doesn't fit the macho image of a sailor," he broke in.

"That's sad for you. You helped to defend our unalienable rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. You even lost your fertility to your patriotic service, but were unable to fully enjoy the freedoms that you fought to defend, just because of society's scorn. Talk about unfair! If a serviceman wants to indulge himself in a kink, he above all should be beyond criticism for it," I expressed my outrage.

"I like the way that you think. I'm a simple man, after all. I like simple pleasures: whiskey, women, men, and food," Paul stated.