Abner hated holidays. He saw them as a capitalistic scam to get more money and to feed the egregoric machine that is Consumerism. He had to work a cog job to support his family. And he did it well. No one starved or wore clothes so threadbare to incite shame and jeering from others. He considered himself doing well. A good provider, a good father. He was doing everything right. He had a loving and supportive polycule and many children who were functional and contributing members to society.

Society was fucked, But he liked to think he was doing his best to not fall under the sway of that. He went to community circles every sabbat and esbat to honor his gods. Everything was good. Life was good. But that didn’t change the sense of loneliness he felt every night returning home to find everyone already asleep. Dinner kept warm for him in the microwave. And he only had the companionship of a good book, some music in his headphones and two fingers of bourbon to help him get to sleep every night.

To say life was good was bittersweet when he added that small detail. He didn’t want to make waves. He didn’t want to suggest something wild like booking a vacation, because once it was over he had to return to this. And just this one drop of dissatisfaction was enough to deal with on its own. No need to make it bigger by taking a break from it all just to come back more dissatisfied.

____

Quynh was sitting at the table, eating cereal while two of the other spouses in the polycule were talking about something in hushed tones over mugs of coffee. Abner walked into the room and it went silent.

“Don’t stop talking on my account.”

“Sleep well, Ab?”

“Of course. And you all?”

“Yep,” Mercedes said with a long slurp of coffee.

“Yes, weird flying dream again, but I think it's the new dragon fantasy book series I’m editing that’s influencing my dreamscape, This really prolific author has been working on this series for four years, and sends a book to our publishing company every eight months like clockwork, Other editors on the team suspect that he’s using ChatGPT to write the books so fast but I think he’s just one of those unmedicated manic episode types,” Michael rambled a reply as he glanced at Quynh. He knocked twice on the table and Quynh looked up, brow furrowed. Michael translated the question to him in sign language. Quynh shrugged loosely.

“Slept fine, yes,” he spoke aloud to Abner.

“Good,” Abner said awkwardly and poured himself some coffee, then out of habit moved to refill the pot, since he’d emptied the last of the one that he'd guessed Mercedes made.

“Vaughn and Karson are still asleep?”

“Always. Karson doesn’t wake up til it is at least noon. And Vaughn has been clinging to his ass a bit more than usual. I think because February is a bit of a traumatic month for Karson,” Michael replied.

“What month isn’t traumatic for Karson?” Mercedes commented flatly. Then held her hands up in surrender when Abner and Michael glared at her in unison. “Hey, I’m just saying, if he’d go to my therapist, he’d be doing a lot better.”

“Therapy isn’t for everyone, Mercedes,” Quynh said, from having read her lips at the tail end of her comment.

“I know that. I was well over forty before I even tried it myself. That’s why I thought he’d take my word for it. But he’s not budging. If he wants to rock the brooding heart throb vibe, who am I to stop him?”

“Brooding heart throb vibe? I thought that was my role?” Abner said as he approached and leaned down to kiss Mercedes on the lips.

“Y-Yeah well, there can be multiple for the same role.”

“Whatever you say, leading lady.”

“Oh I’m far from leading lady material, I’m definitely the quirky comic relief character. Speaking of which, I’m late, I’ll take my exit.”

Mercedes turned to kiss Michael quickly then got up, rinsing her mug out and setting it down in the sink before grabbing a thermos from the fridge, waving bye as she made her way out of the kitchen and into the front room, grabbing a set of keys and slipping on her shoes, “I’m taking the jeep!” She called out before there was the sound of the door opening and closing behind her with a slam.

Quynh felt the vibrations in the floor and jumped slightly, turning his head to look over his shoulder, then frowning as he got up to put his bowl in the sink also. Turning to look back at the other two men in the kitchen nook with their coffee. “Is she always that heavy-handed?” he asked idly.

“Mm, yes, yes, she is,” Abner answered after a moment. Michael smirked at the lust in his voice.

“You know she had an idea, but if you’re not into it, then you have to promise not to bring it up to Mercedes that I mentioned it to you, She wanted it to be a surprise but … I didn’t feel right without at least letting you know we’re plotting something for you, for Valentine’s day.”

Abner glanced at Michael with raised brows. “What sort of something?”

Glancing at Quynh, Michael took a breath. “Some sort of polycule gangbang bukkake special? We’ve all been busy and having crazy, conflicting schedules, so the only ones who reliably have intimate time together are Karson and Vaughn, but Vaughn has let it slip that it’s mostly been Karson giving him head to help him get to sleep. So, Mercedes thought, if we did some sort of gangbang polydate night, get all sexy and then, well, since you’re the most bottom identified person in the polycule and the only Aquarius. We all …kind of take turns fucking you, in any hole we want, And you can’t cum til you make the whole polycule cum as much as we want to. And then when it's your turn you can either jerk it with a full polycule audience, or you choose one of the polycule you want to make you cum.”

Abner set his mug down on the table. “I won’t say no to that. But have you checked with everyone else? I’m not sexually intimate with everyone in the polycule.”

Michael looked at Quynh. “We asked everyone, and everyone is open to it, if you are.”

This time Abner looked at Quynh, one of the few in the polycule he hadn't had direct sexual contact with. The other man looked back at him. There was a kind of brittle blankness to his expression. It was almost a challenge, and yet there was a tiny spark of hope that he was trying to hide.

“I don’t have any objections,” Abner said after a moment. Still looking at Quynh so that the other man could ‘hear’ him. And after he said that, Quynh’s eyes looked away, and he nodded and seemed to relax, like he was holding a breath, preparing to be rejected and having to accept it.

Abner got up and went over to Quynh, tapping his arm, so he had the other man’s attention again. “In fact. I think I want you to be the one that makes me cum. The dessert portion to the bukkake buffet, as it were. Would you be okay with that?”

Quynh’s eyes widened; Adam's apple slowly bobbed in his throat. “Yes,” he whispered. Abner gave a slight smile, squeezing Quynh’s bicep fondly. “Good.”

“Great! I’ll let Vaughn, Karson, Jean-Michel and Delphina know that we’re a go!” Michael beamed.

“Jean-Michel?”

“You forgot about him didn’t you?”

“I don’t think it’s possible to forget about Jean-Michel. I didn’t know he was interested in me that way. We’ve been metamours for years.”

Michael smirked at Abner’s shock, “You can still veto who gets to fuck you. Are you vetoing Jean-Michel?”

“No. Not at all!! He’s hung like … well I’ve heard stories that Vaughn and Karson say about him, and I think I caught a glance of him in the shower once. I am definitely fine letting him keep his hat in the ring. Wh-Who else is on the list?”

“Me, Mercedes, Quynh, Vaughn, Karson, Delphina, Jean-Michel, And that sweet little piece of ass you picked up in Edmonton that keeps drawing you into their webcomic, Lourdes, who is dating your ex, if I recall correctly?”

“Oh. Heh. Yeah. That’s still weird,” Abner said, then tilted his head at Michael. “Is Graz’ on the roster too?”

“Do you want him to be?”

Abner got quiet for a small moment, his expression went so pensive it almost looked grim or pained. “Did he express interest in wanting to join in on this? I guess that’s a better question.”

Michael opened his mouth to speak then closed it and frowned, “I don’t think he said, and I’m not sure if anyone asked. I can text Lourdes about it, but I don't talk to Graziano directly. He doesn’t speak very fluent English and my Italian is about the same speed as my attempts at Spanish.”

“You want his number? I could probably give it to you.”

“No, if I need it, I’ll get it from Lourdes. Besides, you’re not supposed to know about this officially. So when we abduct you to take you to some sexy location, act surprised, okay?”

Michael got up from the table and placed his mug in the sink with the others. He ran a hand along Quynh’s back and leaned in to kiss him full on the mouth. Quynh’s eyes closed, and he moaned a low bass note of a sound that made Michael kiss him deeper, but then had to break the kiss abruptly. “Fuck I could get lost in your lips for hours,” he murmured.

“You’re going to make me nostalgic with talk like that,” Quynh replied, biting his lip while staring at Michael’s, wondering if he was going to say anything else. Then, shaking his head, “Go on, get out of here, before I pin you to this counter…”

“You dangle kitchen counter sex in my face and then tell me to leave, such a tease you are, Quynh Battlewright.”

With that, Michael made his way out of the kitchen nook, “Taking the van,” he called out, and then the door opened and shut, and the house was suddenly silent without his boisterous and cheery energy diffusing the gauzy, sleepy silence that hung over the house when he wasn’t around.

____

The house was relatively silent for a few hours till 2 PM approached and Karson walked naked into the kitchen, his long dark hair in a frayed braid down his back. He picked up one of the mugs in the sink, rinsed it out and then poured some of the coffee Abner had made into it, then went for the liquor cabinet and tipped a finger’s or fist’s worth of whiskey into the coffee and stirred it with his finger.

The sound of the toilet flushing preceded Vaughn entering the kitchen as well. He washed his hands and then hand washed the few dishes in the sink, as if on reflex and set them in the drain dish before turning to look at Karson sitting at the breakfast nook table, holding his head and staring into his dark coffee like it was some abyss that would eat the troubles from his soul.

“Nightmares again?” Vaughn asked, his voice naturally warm, like the sunrise after a really rough storm.

Karson groaned, “I hate you and your peaceful sleeping through the night privilege.”

“You want me to make you something to eat? We should still have some eggs or maybe some of that turnip mash from the other night and a bit of --"

“No. I just want my booze, coffee, and to maybe jump off the nearest cliff.”

“That bad, huh?”

“I don’t trust my stomach right now, I’m fine paying a tax to my kidneys and liver. But my stomach is a cruel and spiteful bitch that is too ungrateful to keep what I give her. So, no food, right now, but I do appreciate you offering to make me something.”

“Of course,” Vaughn said as he went to pour himself a cup of coffee, and then poured the last of the creamer into his mug and four teaspoons of sugar. He took a seat next to Karson at the table and slowly sipped his super sweet and creamy coffee. “So, Michael said that Abner consented to the Valentine’s Day surprise thing...”

“How is it a surprise if Abner knows about it?” Karson asked flatly.

“I guess he’ll act surprised.”

“Abner is not very good at faking anything,” Karson said and took a sip of his coffee, finally.

“Yeah, I know, he’s really not. But we can all suspend disbelief if he can. I think Michael was worried that if we actually did try to surprise him, he wouldn’t take it very well.”

“Fair. Is it my imagination, or did Delphina crawl into bed with us last night?” Karson asked, glancing over at Vaughn, taking in his unfairly sexy bed-head of roasted auburn hair, with curls so wild they seemed to have a mind of their own.

“You didn’t imagine it, she completely did. But she woke up before both of us. She had an 8 AM class to go to. Something, something Art History or whatever,” Vaughn replied.

“Is she okay?”

Vaughn shrugged loosely. “Not really. She woke up from a pretty bad nightmare, herself. I had to treat a few self-inflicted scrapes before she curled up with me for a few hours; she didn’t want to wake you.”

“I remember when I used to do that. Act out my dreams on myself … I think sucking you off before bed keeps that from happening, if I’m honest.”

“Well, I’m happy to help. If I can’t be a sleep aid to my husband, what kind of marriage do we have?” Vaughn joked and tilted his head at Karson, “Is that a smile?”

“Maybe...”

“Just maybe? After I cooked up that cheesy joke for two whole seconds?! All my hard work wasted, the day is ruined,” Vaughn said with an exaggerated air of drama and playful sarcasm.

Karson laughed. “You are an incorrigible buffoon.”

“The term you are looking for is Homo Humorous, the more evolved version of Homo Sapien. Or if you want to go more politically correct and not so scientific, Maniac American,” Vaughn said and then puckered his lips to look lofty and extended his pinky as he lifted his coffee mug and then slurped loudly.

That earned him another laugh from Karson. “Every time you make me laugh, I get turned on and want to suck you off…”

Lowering his mug, Vaughn chuckled. “Well, I typically only accept standing ovations, but in your case, I can make an exception and accept a kneeling one...”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm, I totally would give you jokes for orgasms, my love, for as long as you want, as often as you need, as long as you’ll put up with me…”

Karson’s expression went soft, his seafoam green eyes dilated. He moved to straddle Vaughn’s lap. His naked ass against the flannel fabric of the pajama bottoms that Vaughn was still wearing that he’d stolen from the laundry room at random, and were probably Abner’s or Michael’s and not actually his.

Wrapping his arms around Vaughn’s neck, Karson pressed a kiss on the taller man’s lips, before kissing down his jawline and then weighing anchor at his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Vaughn gasped at the pain of the hickey he was being branded with. Karson felt his husband’s erection start to poke his naked ass through the fabric. There was a soft moan as Vaughn’s hands migrated to cup Karson’s ass. The rise of the other man’s erection being pressed against his upper abdomen and chest, near his diaphragm, so every quick breath and gasp, stroked against the underside of Karson’s dick, sliding his foreskin up and down over his drooling slit.

Biting the hickey harder, sucking the salt clean from Vaughn’s skin til he tasted bland, only then did Karson release the mouthful of throat and pull back to look at the other man’s face, wrecked with lust, “You wear my mark with pride, now,” Karson instructed.

“Always.”

“Good.”

Looking down at his boner, he took a deep breath, reaching back, then under himself, he stroked Vaughn’s boner through the fabric. The other man groaned, pleadingly. “The lube is too far away; I want you on this table. I want you screaming my name til I make a mess of both of us.”

“Yes, yes, I want that too,” Karson breathed against Vaughn’s lips. Closing his eyes, he swallowed to wet his throat. “I’m aching for it.”

“I am too.”

“You’re so warm. I love how warm you feel, Vaughn,” Karson said, nuzzling his cheeks against the other man’s, moaning softly.

“You bring the heat out of me. You’re the sky, the sea that makes the sun of my heart shine so fucking bright," Vaughn whispered back, and his breath trembled, as his fingers squeezed, kneading the cheeks of Karson’s ass.

“Fuck, okay I need … I can’t … fucking think past how much I need to make you cum by cumming inside you.”

“Michael keeps lube in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom on this level. Share a shower with me?”

Vaughn didn’t waste another moment; he stood up, holding Karson to his body, carrying him to the bathroom. Karson laughed as he was carried away like a blushing bride to the bathroom.

___

“...Yes that’s what I said, party of ten. Under the name Oakman. Michael Oakman. Like the tree, yes. I’ve been a member since ‘91. Is Mistress Kylenn there? Yes, Oakman, my card on file is still valid, just charge it. Thank you. Yes, I’ll hold,” Michael fiddled with the keys as he made his way to the door and tried to find the right one that would let him into the house. The hold music jazz was mostly static and he swore under his breath, hoping the call wasn’t about to get dropped.

When the music stopped abruptly, he had just pushed open the door and the voice on the other end took five pounds of stress out of his shoulders.

“Mistress Kylenn! It's good to hear from you. I was almost worried that you out-of-office today. Yes, this is for that thing I told you we were planning for Abner and Mercedes’ 25th. We are just doing it a bit early. Why? Because we’ve all be busy as fuck and we need the polycule time. Also I am pretty sure it has been at least six months since Abner has been fucked properly. I know, right! He’s got such a nice ass, and an Elder Whore like him should not be out of commission that long or they will revoke his membership card,” Michael laughed.

“The new hire that answered the phone did charge it to my account, right? Okay, thanks, you’re a pal. Oh, hey, is Ol’Man Fledge still lurking around? What do you mean he retired?! When!? And why did you not pick up the phone to tell me?”

Michael pinned his phone to his ear with his shoulder as he shrugged the work bag with his laptop and a new manuscript off his other shoulder and set it on a nearby chair. Then, righting himself, he frowned. “Really? Moved to Ghana, huh? Oh, that’s good that he’ll be with his family. I’ll miss him, though. he had the best stories, and his voice made my bones feel like melted butter. Anyway, you got the space booked for tomorrow night, right? Great. Catch ya later.”

Wiping the sweat from his phone screen he hooked it up to the charging station that was by the door, and hung the keys under the labeled key hook that said ‘van’ And looked around, He could smell something cooking in the kitchen, and since he was normally the one that cooked most of the meals, he got curious and headed to see what was going on.

Delphina was lying ON the table, her feet up against the wall and her head dangling off the edge, she was popping gum and had an earbud in one ear and not the other. The timer on the oven said there were five minutes and forty seconds left till whatever was baking in the oven was finished baking. There was something like music blaring from her earbud.

Michael came up and gently picked up the abandoned earbud and lifted it to his ear to see what she was listening to. The tug on the cord drew her attention. “Oh, I know that bulge, that is a Michael bulge, Hiii,” she beamed, raising her eyes from his groin up the expanse of his body to his face. He chuckled. “Oh, sorry, that’s really right in your face there, isn’t it?”

“I don’t mind. Cocks and balls belong in my face on a regular basis. If I could write my dumb paper on that, I’d be done already.”

Taking the earbud gently from Michael’s fingers, she righted herself on the table. “I’m baking cookies.”

“I see that, what for?”

“Aftercare, silly. They are peanut butter cookies, and gingersnaps, to help stabilize all the levels from brain chemistry to blood sugar after all the fucking. He did say yes, right?”

“Did everyone know I told him about it? It is supposed to be a surprise.”

“Who do you think gave Mercedes the idea, anyway? You think she came up with a gangbang bukkake orgy party all by herself? Puh-lease, if it were up to her, she would have Abner all to herself on Valentine’s day, and the rest of us would just have to not interrupt by going to a movie or paintball arena or something. She’s super possessive over Abner, I thought you knew that?”

“Maybe I choose not to pay attention to that. No sense in having to navigate her jealousy as well as my own. If I can even tell the difference.” Michael mumbled.

“You’re such a Pisces.”

“Yes, I am.”

The oven timer dinged.

“YAY Cookies!” Delphina beamed.

____

The next day, Abner went to work. He felt anxious. He knew everyone was coordinating the event for later tonight, but he wasn’t part of the group chat because it was supposed to be a surprise. And the normal polycule group chat was inactive. Not a single meme or gif or video link shared.

No emoji spam.

Nothing.

Nothing since this morning when everyone checked in that they were awake. Karson’s was the last one, at 1:12 PM. He just typed the letter ‘k’ which started out as an inside joke that only grew more and more of an inside joke as time went on.

Mercedes went to pick up Jean-Michel from the airport. Vaughn went on ahead with Delphina to pick up Graziano and Lourdes. Michael went to check in at the Open Hole Dungeon because he had the membership, and everything was under his name. He asked Quynh and Karson to flip a coin on who would be responsible for picking up Abner from work, getting him ready, and arriving here by 8 pm tonight.

Karson won the coin toss for getting him ready. Quynh won the second coin toss and would be driving them to the Dungeon, and making sure they got there by 8 pm. Abner got off work at 5 pm every day.

It was currently 4:34 pm, and Karson was lying in the back seat with a weighted blanket over his face and a body pillow between his legs. Quynh was seated in the driver’s seat. He pulled up the group chat and sent a message tagging Abner.

The sudden vibration from his phone startled Abner from nearly a full day of silence otherwise. He dug it out of his pocket and swiped it open with his thumb to open the group chat.

QuynhContinuum: In the parking lot. In the Jeep. You get to ride up front with me; Karson is asleep in the back.

Abbagaylord: Received.

SpecialKalibrrr: I’m awake, if you want the backseat, just say, I’ll move.

Abbagaylord: No need.

SpecialKalibrrr: K

The last few minutes of his shift felt like they were dragging on forever. All he wanted to do was talk to his polycule, and be with them, he was curious what they were planning exactly. He had a general idea of what they were going to do to him, and it had him half hard just thinking about it.

____

Mercedes was vibing to Pink Floyd, idling in the loading zone, when Jean-Michel exited the airport, dragging a rolling suitcase, in a pilot’s uniform. He opened the door and slipped into the front seat. “Bon Soir Mercedes, Waiting long?” he greeted, his accent sounded a mix of Europe and the Middle East. He smiled at her wide-eyed expression. “Did I startle you?”

“Just a little. I thought I had the door locked.”

“Oh, well, sorry to cause you fright.”

“It’s okay. I do know you after all; not like you are some random weirdo opening my door thinking I was his Uber or Lyft or something.”

“That is true.”

Mercedes put her shoes back on and then pulled up the group chat.

DaBenz1: Albatross is with me. On the way to the Scooby Doo Dah Spot.

ChaiBear: Is Albatross even on this group chat?

DaBenz1: Uhm, let me ask…standby fruit bat.

Mercedes looked up at the tired pilot in the passenger’s seat. He had bronze skin and long, dark hair. He was normally clean-shaven, but given that he just flew here from Seoul, South Korea, he was still sporting the salt and pepper stubble that hardly anyone other than Vaughn probably saw. Until today.

“If you have a question, ask it. I can feel you staring at me, and there is no warrant for it unless you have something on your mind,” Jean-Michel moaned the words out with a tired sigh as his hand moved to try to adjust how his pants were riding up in his crotch discreetly by fiddling with his pocket. “My dear, is there a way I can extend this seat farther for my legs to not feel crunched into my fucking stomach?”

“Oh, right. The lever at the side.”

Reaching to pull a lever, the seat flattened back and Jean-Michel exclaimed loudly in Mauritian Creole and then reached again, pulling a different lever. The seat skidded backward, and he then adjusted the chair upright again. Once he was all settled, he saw that Mercedes was still staring at him, but now with an awkward grimace.

“What was it you wanted to ask me, ma cherie?”

“Oh, I was gonna ask if you are in the polycule group chat and if not, can I invite you?”

“Is that some social media you Americans are so addicted to? I think I will pass. Those who need to contact me know the way to contact me.”

“Oh … kay then. Well, let’s head on to it then.”

Mercedes clicked her seatbelt back and pulled onto the highway to head to the Dungeon.

___

Vaughn was distracted trying to drive to Lourdes’ and Graziano’s place.

“Did you have to wear that? You’re making it hard to focus on the road,” He grumbled to Delphina.

“I coulda drove but you said no.”

“You don’t know where it is, and I didn’t want to play navigator, and you have a meltdown behind the wheel like last time. You rely too much on GPS.”

“Not everyone has the innate GPS like you, you fucking turtle.”

Vaughn grit his teeth and took a deep breath.

“It’s only causing you stress because you’re fighting your body’s natural response to just get hard and enjoy being in the car with a hot piece of ass like me.”

“Easy for you to say, I let myself get fully worked up. I suddenly lose my sense of direction because I will need to pull over to take care of it. Either by fucking you, or jerking off.”

“Wow, you would think you’d be used to being worked up and driving, doesn’t Karson get you this hot?”

Vaughn chuckled dryly, “Karson doesn’t really have your body type, and couldn’t pull off a fishnet body stocking and a pleather bikini top and matching thong, quite like you’re doing right now.”

“I clean up good, don’t I?”

“Yes, you do - Oh shit, I missed my fucking turn, hang on, let me turn around.”

Once Vaughn turned around, Delphina fell quiet so that they got there in one piece and weren’t too tardy commuting their way to the Dungeon. It wasn’t long before they were driving the narrow driveway on Graziano’s land. It was a farm, with horses and a decent garden.

“Stay in the van while I go get them?”

“Yeah, okay”

Vaughn parked in front of the ranch-style house and went to knock on the door. It didn’t take long before Lourdes answered. Lourdes was covered in freckles and had her long, frizzy hair bundled up in a loose scarf wrap. “Oh hey, come on in, Graziano is still in the shower. He had a rough night last night.”

“Oh? Is he okay? If you or he need to call out on this shindig, I’m sure Abner would understand.”

“Honestly, I don’t know. But one of the mares went into labor last night; it was a rough birth, very rough. He called Tina the vet to come by, but I’m not sure if the foal made it or not. He hasn’t said anything about it.”

“Ooof,” Vaughn grimaced. “And what about you?”

“Me? Oh. I’m looking forward to tonight.”

“Me too.”

Graziano came down the stairs at a quick clip, the thudding of his boots on the carpeted stairs drew the attention of Vaughn and Lourdes. He was rubbing a towel in his dark hair, trying to dry off. Looking up at the two looking up at him. “Waiting for me?” He asked in accented English.

“Yes, but you’re always worth the wait,” Lourdes flirted. Graziano smirked, “I know. But thanks for saying so,” he moved to close the distance to kiss her chastely on the lips briefly.

“Time is good, no?” he asked Vaughn.

“Uhm, it’s to be at Michael’s favorite Dungeon, so we got a bit of a drive, we may cut it a bit close.”

“Oh shit. I get refreshments, then we are good, no?”

“Refreshments?”

Graziano made his way back to the kitchen only to come back with a stack of containers which Lourdes moved forward to help him carry in some reflex of anticipatory service. And once Lourdes grabbed her bag by the door, they made their way to the car and then from there, it was to the .. the Scooby Doo Dah Spot.

___

Quynh was waiting for Karson to finish helping Abner get ready back at the main polycule house. He was sitting on the couch downstairs, scrolling for memes to spam the group chat with later.

Abner just exited the shower, towel wrapped around his waist and the other drying his straw blonde hair. He dabbed the ends dry before opening his eyes to the darkness of the master bedroom. “Karson? Where are you?”

“In here.”

Turning toward the line of light that was coming from the walk-in closet, Abner saw that Karson was looking through his closet like he was shopping at a bargain thrift store. “Where are all your kinky clothes, Abner, if I don’t find any, I swear to god, I’m putting you in a pair of Vaughn’s jockstrap underwear with a wolf tail butt plug to keep your ass open so first at bat doesn’t have to do too much work trying to open that hole of yours up to take all the loads it will receive tonight.”

Abner smirked. “Not a bad idea, actually.”

Karson turned to look at him. “You’ll still need a coat or something, it’s February in New England, Abner, you can’t go freezing your balls off before your Valentine’s day orgy, not when you’re the Aquarian treat, the prized bottom that everyone gets to taste til they’ve had their fill.”

Clearing his throat, Abner adjusted the towel around his waist. “That is a good point. Put me in a turtleneck, warm, and easy to pull off when I need to strip, and cargo pants are always reliable.”

“Done. Let’s go with that, let me get the jockstrap and tail plug. I don’t know where you keep the lube in this room but get it, so I can put the plug in your ass.”

“Yes, sir...”

Karson turned toward Abner when he called him that. “Mm, I forgot how good it feels to hear you address me that way…”

“I forgot how good it feels to say. In this context. I have been resigned to the bland work version.” Abner replied with a slight roll of his eyes. “Not as sexy as it feels when I say it to you, Sir.”

Karson’s lashes fluttered, “I need to get your plug...before I open you up myself and that wouldn’t be fair to everyone else, would it?” he asked, moving closer and into Abner’s space.

“No, Sir, not fair at all.”

Closing the short distance to kiss Abner’s lips, both of them moaned, and Karson pulled Abner’s towel from his body, which earned him a bite on the lower lip from Abner, which made Karson go still and break the kiss slowly. “Now who is being unfair?” he asked, breathless, his voice merely a whisper.

Abner grinned cheekily, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sir.”

“Oh, you don’t?”

“No, sir, not one single idea, in my silly little head.”

“Good, no thoughts, you shouldn’t think a damn thing, just let yourself get fucked tonight, you hear me?”

“Yes, loud and clear, Sir.”

“Mm… good slut,” Karson spanked Abner’s bare ass then turned to jog to get the items he needed from his bedroom with Vaughn, down in the basement.

Abner swooned. Fuck he needed this. He made quick work of finding his black turtleneck sweater and matching black cargo pants, black socks, and his black rubber boots with the yellow soles, which were recently cleaned and were extra shiny and very comfortable.

“Oh, lube,” he said, and went to fish that out as well. By the time Karson returned with the jockstrap underwear and the wolf tail butt plug, they made quick work of getting Abner dressed. And minutes later, Quynh was driving them to the Open Hole Dungeon.

___

Michael had booked the biggest dungeon space for his polycule. The group chat was active in coordinating things. So that Karson, Quynh, and Abner would be the last to arrive.

“Keep that tail between your legs, slut,” Karson instructed as they got out of the car to ascend the stairs that lead to the Dungeon.

“Trying to, Sir,” Abner mumbled.

The concierge checked them in and one of the Dungeon Hosts guided them to Dungeon Room Alpha. Listening to the safety protocol procedures that she was required to say, Abner glanced at Quynh who seemed to be not paying attention, still scrolling on his phone. But upon closer inspection, being near enough to him to see what was on his screen, he was reading the typed version of the Dungeon protocol from the mobile friendly website. Karson saw another group go down the hall led by another Host, to Dungeon room Beta. One of the presumed Dominants was tugging the sub along with a leash, and Karson clicked his teeth. “Should have put a leash on you.”

“My O-ring collar broke like three years ago.”

“Oh well, then we will have to replace that and bring you here by leash next time.”

Abner swallowed to wet his throat. “Yes, Sir.”

“...if you do not have a safeword chosen, should you need it to stop the scene outright, the Dungeon has a house safe word of the day for your convenience. Today, the safeword is Toadstool. If I or any of the other Dungeons Hosts hear that word at any time, we will not hesitate to intervene to stop the scene in the safest, most consensual way possible. Now that I’ve explained all that, the Dungeon Hosts are on standby, like I said, to ensure everyone is safe and if anything goes wrong, they can dial Emergency Services if necessary. Kink safely, gentlemen, your party is waiting for you. Happy Valentine’s Day, and thank you for choosing Open Hole to be your Away From Home Dungeon.”

And the Host opened the doors wide for the three of them to enter the dungeon space.

There was a giant wheel with different kinky labels on each slice, and the others in the polycule were standing on one side of the room where there was a curtain pulled, but feet and silhouettes could be seen. On the wheel, the kink labels on each slice read as follows:

1. Mile High Club

2. Sloppy Seconds

3. Cocksleeve Doll

4. Double Bear-y Bukkake

5. Climax Cherry Pop

Abner smirked at the names of all the slices. “Do I have to guess who is who?” he asked.

“No, you, strip and kneel in the slut circle,” Karson instructed and pointed to the circle near the wheel, it was a poofy pet bed typically made for a big canine. Abner took off his boots and sweater, and then his cargo pants and stood there in the jockstrap thong underwear with the wolf tail plug in his ass.

“What do I do with my clothes?” Abner asked.

“I’ll take those,” Someone spoke from behind him, answering in a voice that Abner recognized but only just. Turning around to see who it was.

Eyes widening, “Sebastian?”

The only other blonde in the room smiled fondly at Abner, who turned to hug him tightly. Sebastian ran a hand down Abner’s back. “I wanted to be the one actual surprise for you, hope you don’t mind?”

“No! Of course not, why would I mind?”

“Well, I’m not on the lineup for you tonight, but with your consent. I can film the whole ordeal, for you and I to watch later or whenever you want. A kind of souvenir so you’ll always remember this night, and how many people truly, deeply love you, Abner Solheim.”

Sebastian closed the distance to lightly brush his lips across Abner’s. As he pulled away, Abner chased after him and whined softly. “You should add your name to the list, get one of the Dungeon Hosts to film the event for us. I --”

“No.”

Abner slumped. “Would it do any good to say please?”

“It does me. You know I love the way you beg for it. But in this case, it won’t change my mind, I’m afraid. My mind is set. I’m the cameraman this time. You and I... Mm, we’ll have our time alone. Because I want you all to myself, and I want to take my time, and I want you completely, and totally wrung out for days… and only by me.” Sebastian said, and then held Abner’s chin and pecked his lips quick, perfunctory, but perfect in the moment, that it left Abner trembling inside his skin.

“Please …”

“No. I won’t have someone who doesn’t know you, be in charge of capturing the way your face looks that split second before your orgasm crashes down upon you. No, no. I know the smell of your orgasmic ozone in the air, and I have memorized the scent of your petrichor, that scent of your semen kissing the air. I can feel it exactly when you do; we’re kismet, and that’s why I’m the third eye of this polycule. Always in orbit, capturing memories as they fall in the hourglass, and choosing which grains of sand to incubate into pearls. Now go to the slut circle.”

“Y--”

“Don’t speak, just obey.”

Abner went to kneel in the circle.