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WHO Shannon Vaughn (

privatematter), Eli Delacroix (

aspectional).
WHAT Eli is an idiot; Shannon is curious. How exactly does D/s go down when you're not to the Having Sex stage in the relationship yet?
WHEN Late 1990. Seven months after Jumpscapades.
WHERE Shannon's place.

Shannon was anxious. Not in a bad way, but the anticipatory way that everyone got when something new and exciting was going up and there was no way it could go badly, but predicting the end outcome was almost impossible. It was a great feeling, but one that left Shannon feeling like a teen heading out to prom instead of a grown man getting ready to have fun with his boyfriend and potentially make some hilariously heartfelt gestures to express his trust in Eli. That was probably something he didn't do enough in general, actually.

Breakfast had been something simple. Pancakes, fresh cut fruit and sausage. Eli had come over pretty early to get ready, talking over the generalities of what they were going to do while the specifics were to wait for after they were done. Well, now they were done and sitting on the couch, and Shannon's leg was jiggling even under the hand he had placed on his knee to keep himself still. Lacey had wandered off after breakfast, stomach filled with her own food and presumably was napping on the foot of the bed in Shannon's room. Probably for the better, really.

"So," he said, ignoring the obvious tell he was giving off. If Eli took it for misapprehension, then Shannon was going to definitely lean over and smack him. "Where do we start?"

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"Stop." In that one word, Eli pushed all of his commanding tone to make Shannon pay attention him. "Do you really think I would hate you or think you were worthless? No, of course I wouldn't. I made your Mistress put you through this to show everyone how strong and worthy of me that you are. What she said was meant to hurt you and everything she said about my thoughts on you weren't true. You are my beautiful and clever sub. I would never think of you as anything but perfect for me."

Even though Eli was in charge here, Michelle wasn't idle. She was quieter to keep her from drawing attention away from him, but she was still holding him and murmuring soft words of love and encouragement to him. She might have broken him, but she wanted to help fix him as not only an apology for pushing him so far, but to also show that she did love him and whatever flaws that he had.

He couldn't stop crying, couldn't stop shaking, and that only made it harder for him to accept. He listened to the words but they were so at odds with everything he had just gone through, what he had ultimately failed, that it was so hard to wrap his head around any of it. It didn't make any sense, but his Dom was here and didn't hate him and how could he ever hope to live up to that?

Their stillness, the comfort and closeness, it was so calming and he was getting more frustrated as he couldn't let it wash over him. His hands dug desperately at her back for something to cling to, the hold on his wrists steadying and firm, while he began uttering apologies against her chest. He was lost and they were leading him back, but he still didn't know where to go.

Michelle was the one to pull Shannon's face away from her chest, wanting him to not hide from either of them when all they wanted to do was to take care of him like he should be taken care of. Both of them kissed his cheeks and murmured into his ears words of love and affection, staying close so that even though his mind couldn't handle the care they were giving him, his body and heart could accept it instead.

"We both love you so much," Michelle said as Eli nuzzled the side of his face and then continued on her words with "let us take care of you." Neither of them wanted to move, but the audience was still here watching them and they knew they had to take him back to the private room they were using. Eli started to fix Shannon's pants, pulling them back up so that they covered him and wouldn't fall off. Then, Michelle adjusted Shannon a little bit and picked him up as she moved into standing. "Just hold on to me, sobachka. I've got you. We're taking you somewhere quiet to take care of you, okay?" While Michelle spoke, Eli went over and picked up Shannon's shirt and then went back to them, his hand reaching to pet his hair and keep him calmer for the walk back.

When his face was pulled away, he tried to dip it down or turn it in some other direction. He was clearly uncomfortable and trying to find some way to react that would make sense. Sniffling, he tried to do as asked and held on to his Mistress while she lifted him like he was nothing—which he was—and rested his head on her shoulder.

That hand in his hair was familiar and he tried to calm his breathing so that he could feel it, so that he wouldn't scare it away somehow. His body was sore, his lungs felt clogged and his dick was still aching with a need for some sort of attention, but all he wanted to focus on was that hand in his hair and the gentle swaying of her footsteps. Yet he could still hear the distant sounds of the crowd and he couldn't calm down, couldn't quiet or let himself relax. In his mind, he had still failed terribly and they had all been witness to it. What did he deserve his Doms' kindness for when they had all seen him lose?

With Michelle appearing the one most able to get through to Shannon right now, she was in charge of getting him to calm down as they walked through the crowd to the private room. Eli was still silently petting his hair, not planning on pulling away from any reason. He doesn't want to stray from his sub while he's hurting.

"Focus on me, sobachka," she murmured softly, holding him close as she carried him. "Listen to my heartbeat and pay attention to my breathing. Copy my breathing. In and out nice and slow. Let yourself calm down. We're here for you, so there's nothing for you to worry about."

It was almost rhythmic, the cadence of her voice and the stroking through his hair, her heartbeat a metronome for the rest of the world to follow. Try as he might to keep himself still and quiet in order to listen, it didn't help slow him down. At the very least, trying to obey her and pay attention as she told him to did force him to push back the weakening sobs still shaking him.

We're here for you, she said. He believed her, as he'd believed everything she said, and there was little else to do but accept that considering his circumstances. The hard part came when he tried to understand why; he simply couldn't fathom it. Not after what they had just gotten through establishing. His Dom said it wasn't real, yet it had all just happened and been proven for fact. There was no way to reconcile it and perhaps that was somehow the point. He was beyond thinking coherently by this point and merely tried to press his head toward the hand without removing it from his Mistress's shoulder.

When she noticed that Shannon wasn't calming down like she was hoping, she started to hum a soft and melancholic song. It was something from their original memories because Eli started to hum along with her, their voices complimenting each other as they did. Eli deepened the petting to keep Shannon from having to choose between staying close to Michelle and leaning into his hand.

They moved through the crowd faster than before and soon they were back to the room, Eli shutting the door behind them and locking it so that they'd have privacy. Michelle took Shannon over to the couch and put him down gently onto it while Eli moved to sit down next to him and cuddle up close. "Take the rest of his clothes off. I want to clean him off before we do anything else." She moved away after she said that, going to get a few items they had prepped before arriving with Shannon. Eli did what she wanted and started taking off his clothes until the only things he was wearing was his collar and restraints.

"Relax," Eli said gently as he petted his hair. "We're just going to wash you up. There's nobody in here but you, me, and your Mistress and we're not going to let anything happen to you, okay? You've got to trust that we're going to take care of you."

Although he put up no fight with being moved or disrobed, he had to hold himself back from trying to resist being separated from his Mistress. He still didn't know why his Dom was still hanging around, but he burrowed into him instead and didn't much react to the removal of the rest of his clothes save to bring his legs up as if to hide the shame of his body still seeking some kind of satisfaction. It wasn't about to let him forget despite him wanting nothing more than to crawl away into some kind of hole and let himself wither.

Or maybe just let his Doms keep their charge of him and stop trying to think. That was only turning out poorly. While he had no clue what to do with himself, they certainly had direction in spades. He shook his head and murmured, "I do trust you, Sir." It was himself he didn't really understand right now.

"If you trust me, then why did you pull away before? Why do you hide your erection from me now? Did you forget that I not only approve of you getting turned on by your Mistress, but I also encourage you fucking her?" Eli kept one hand in Shannon's hair to keep petting him while the other rubbed up and down his back to comfort him. There were many things that Eli was willing to sacrifice for Shannon's happiness and they weren't much of a sacrifice to him. "I love you and nothing's going to change that. Everything your Mistress said that you took as a weakness isn't much of a dealbreaker for me. I came into this relationship knowing about your flaws and I don't care. I'm still going to love you."

Michelle had removed her clothes and gotten what she needed to clean off Shannon, but she didn't interrupt them. Eli needed this time to get through Shannon's thick skull to make him realize that he was head over heels in love with him and that nothing would stop him from being so. She smiled at the two of them and just watched for the right moment to interrupt them and start helping Eli get Shannon back into a proper sub mindset instead of this broken thing that she had created.

His tears had dried up by now, but that didn't mean he was done being a foolish idiot. He still breathed uneasy and it was more obvious now as he processed what his Dom was saying. The fact of the matter was that in the heat of her attack, he had forgotten all of that. It was a struggle now to make those facts real and he felt despondent and dimly terrified that he hadn't been able to hold onto such important facts when he had needed them the most.

"I did," he admitted quietly. "I did forget that. Forgive me, Sir, please." Not usually one to beg for forgiveness, but he was more than willing to make an exception here. His Dom loved him and all he could do in order to repay it was forget just how amazing his Dom was in return. His legs twitched and, after a moment of some rather senseless internal debate, he moved them away to try and become more comfortable.

"You never need to ask for my forgiveness since you already have it," he said before he kissed Shannon lightly. Eli was being gentle with Shannon, not because he thought him fragile, but because he knew that Shannon needed time to recover from his ordeal. He promised to take care of him and he was. "Your Mistress is very good at her role, isn't she? Perhaps I should have told her to hold back for you, but you were very strong for me and I am very proud of you for holding out as long as you did."

At that, Michelle decided to interrupt, sitting back down on the couch beside Shannon and reaching out to touch his shoulder. "It's time to get you cleaned up, sobachka. I'm sure you'll feel much better afterwards. Once we are done with that, you can curl up with your Dom as long as you want. You'd like that, yes?"

"You are?" he asked, hating the waver in his voice. As far as he saw it, there should have been no question of standing strong. Not when he had his Dom waiting and watching the entire time, an eternity that had shattered all too soon when his resolve crumbled into disastrous little shards. He could feel his whole body warming at the praise that he was reluctant to accept, yet he was willing to do it all over again just for the gentle pride in his Dom's voice.

His shoulder twitched, and he tilted his head toward her to let it be known he was listening. There was nothing more he wanted to do right now aside from, well, getting his business taken care of... but that was really in the hands of his Doms at this point, seeing as he wouldn't even be able to do anything about it himself. "I'd like that," he confirmed. However, part of him reacted in fear to the wording she had used, now overly sensitive to everything she said. "Will you still be here, Mistress?"

"Of course I am. You were not only strong, but you proved to everyone that you are worthy of being my sub. Why wouldn't I proud of you when you represented me very well?" He just wanted to shower praise onto Shannon as much as he could, but he knew there was something else he needed to show him. Grabbing his restrained hands, Eli moved them down to the front of his pants, now damp from his earlier orgasm, and then let go of him once he knew he had gotten a proper feel. "I was hard when you were on stage. Watching you there with your Mistress, it was so wonderful that I came from that alone."

Michelle moved so that her naked body was pressed against Shannon's and she rested her head on his shoulder while her hand came to rest on his thigh. She noticed that he was still hard and she was going to take care of that once he had been cleaned up. Now was the time for comfort, not sex, and she wasn't going to worry about sex until the proper time. "I will still be here. I do not wish to get in the way of your Dom taking care of you, but I will stay here for you if you wish it of me. Later, we can also have sex so you do not have to deal with that erection on the way home."

He let his hands be guided and gently felt out the distinct texture of leftover come, pulling his hands away when allowed to rub it in on his own fingers thoughtfully. That was an incredibly strong reaction to having seen him fail... or was it really to having seen him fight? Regardless of what it was inspired by, he did find himself feeling better that his Dom had felt that strongly about him and was willing to share that fact. That didn't mean it was easy to ignore the rest of his faults as had been beaten into him; if he had his eyes, he could have noticed all of that for himself.

It was an automatic reaction to gravitate toward her once she placed herself against him. Surprisingly, it had nothing to do with her femininity and everything to do with her still being some kind of twisted safe harbor no matter how badly he might fuck up. Even the hand on his thigh was good and he moaned softly, tilting his head to try and hide it in his Dom's shoulder. "Please," he asked. He didn't want to deal with this all alone when they were done here. It was too far gone for that.

Eli was definitely glad that Shannon seemed to respond well to that information. He needed to know how not only Eli cared for Shannon, but that Shannon didn't needed to do anything to him to make it happen. Kissing him gently, he then watched how Shannon was with Michelle. It didn't bother him that he sought her out for comfort like a security blanket during this. The scene had changed the relationship between the three of them and it was never going to be like it was before and that was fine with him.

"Then I will," she answered calmly, her hand now moving to rub his thigh. Glancing over to Eli, she saw a thoughtful look on his face. Before she could ask what it was about, he moved away from Shannon a bit so that he could bend down and take Shannon's dick into his mouth, licking and sucking eagerly for a few moments. It wasn't to get him off because not long after he started, he stopped, taking his mouth off him and moving to snuggle back up close to his boyfriend. "I could taste her on you," he murmured softly to him, nuzzling the side of his face. "Do you know how much that turns me on, tasting the two of you together like that?"

Whatever reason his Dom had for going down there, he was definitely responding to it rather eagerly. Even that small moment was enough to make him hitch and try to get into it, but then it was over and he was left to lean back against his Dom and breathe through it when it became obvious they weren't going to go through with it. He was ready and able whenever they seemed it appropriate; he just couldn't figure why they weren't taking him now if he was ready for them and they were obviously turned on themselves.

It also didn't make sense how much his Dom seemed to appreciate seeing his sub with someone else. There was no doubt that his Dom was being sincere, no way he could mistake that as anything else, which only inspired in him some more guilt that he couldn't do the same for his Dom. "Wouldn't it be better with you?" he asked, brow furrowed.

Their reasons for not just going ahead became obvious as soon as Michelle started rubbing Shannon down with a damp washcloth. They wanted him cleaned up from the mess of the scene so that they could move ahead into sex with him. Michelle worked on cleaning his back and when the cloth moved to the front, Eli took over, wiping his face and body clean of sweat, tears, and any other hints of the scene they just had.

"Would it?" Eli let the question hang in air for a moment to let Shannon think on it. "As nice as the thought of feeling your dick inside me is, I'm happy with the way things are now. I don't need to have sex with you to confirm that we love each other. I love seeing you fuck your Mistress until you're falling asleep because it gives me the chance to indulge in my voyeurism and draw you."

The washcloth felt good. Against the soreness of his back and the heightened tenderness leftover from the rest of the scene, he sighed softly and melted into the ministrations, moving only as necessary and otherwise letting them do the work. It helped a lot, actually, as he felt them wiping away something more than just the physical grime. Finally, he was beginning to truly calm down... well, aside from the obvious distraction that was not going to go away without some attention.

"You draw me?" he asked. He knew that his Dom liked to draw and wanted to draw his sub specifically but that he might have already done so or wanted the chance to draw something so specific, it felt like an honor.

Sometimes subs needed a physical representation to help things click together properly in their minds and both Eli and Michelle knew that from their experiences. It was obvious to them that Shannon was finally starting to calm down and they were both glad for it. All they wanted was for him to piece himself back together with their help and it was finally looking like it was going to happen.

"Of course I do." He dragged his finger down the side of his face and neck before following his shoulder down to his chest. "You're the man I love and to draw you is relaxing. And to draw you like this, hard and aching for release, is something I've been looking forward to, not to mention the prospect of drawing you fucking your Mistress, enjoying every moment of her body tight around your dick. It would be one of my best drawings yet."

The more praise and attention they paid to him, the easier it was to try and shrug off the perceived failures that had been so harshly pushed into the light. It was an odd thing, but for someone who paid extra attention to the people around him to figure out his own reactions at times it helped quite a lot. Nothing bad was happening and the longer he sat between him, the more convinced he became that perhaps there would be nothing worse forthcoming.

His lips twitched, a ghost of a smile while his Dom described what he saw and wanted to see. The hand barely tracing along his body made it feel like he could see where his Dom was looking. "How fast do you draw?" Considering how close he was already, there wouldn't be much chance to get it down on paper before it was over.

At the question, Eli's finger paused for a moment before it looped on his chest and went back up the other shoulder. It was definitely a good question, but it was one with different answers. "The basic sketch is quick, but making it more detailed adds time, so I'd be able to do a quick sketch now and finish up when I have more time to work on it."

While Eli had Shannon's full attention, Michelle was playing with him, hand moving very close to his dick, but never actually touching. She wanted to tease him, drag this out until Eli wanted them to move ahead and finally have sex. It was going to be fun when they got to it, but even now, just teasing and taunting him, was incredibly fun for her. She figured it was difficult for Shannon after everything, but it was closer to normal and she definitely wanted to get him back to something resembling normal for them.

He was following the finger with a strange amount of intensity, his focus choosing that in order to keep himself anchored while the rest of him tried to slowly piece itself together. That the finger belonged to his Dom probably had a whole lot to do with it, and he was still so grateful that his Dom was there in the first place. "Would you tell me when you're drawing?" Would his Dom be willing to tell his sub just when he was appreciating him?

His thought process soon started to derail at his Mistress's behavior. His leg twitched to the movement, then held himself still, and even then he couldn't help some small squirming before he finally forced himself to stop moving all together. He just wanted her to touch him, wanted either of them to touch him, and help him because there was nothing he could do on his own and he certainly was at their mercy. At this rate, he was likely to explode before his erection would be dealt with.

"If you wish to know, of course," he answered gently before his finger moved and hooked on the collar's ring and he tugged it lightly before he pulled him into a kiss. He would tell Shannon and see if he responded differently with the knowledge that he was drawing. It'd be a fun experiment to try out in the future and see if that encouraged Shannon to do more with Michelle.

Speaking of, he noticed her playing around with him and smirked. They had the same thought process on how to deal with Shannon and right now, that was to push Shannon as far as he could go without letting him come. Reaching down to follow her lead, Eli glanced at her with amusement. "We really do need to help you out with this. Do you want your Mistress now, my dear little sub?"

Having his collar tugged was a good reminder of its presence. It was good, solidifying and simple just like the restraints still holding onto his wrists. It felt good and uncomplicated, something his Dom had control over and ownership of in order to do with exactly as he pleased. Just like his sub. He kissed back, eager to please and to prove.

When his Dom pulled away, he tried even harder in order to keep himself still. It was quite a difficult thing and he couldn't entirely hold back his reaction of trying to slide into their touch even just a little bit. "Yes. Yes, please, please, Sir," he said, voice filled with hope and gratefulness. Had he finally been good enough despite everything?

From Shannon's reaction, it meant that he was definitely ready for this, but Eli wasn't just going to let him have sex. After all, he did say that he was going to be put on the rack and then both of them would have a go at him and he wouldn't want to disappoint. Finger still hooked around the collar ring, he stood up and tugged on the collar to get him to stand up as well.

"Stand up. We're not having you get off in the private room of a club. I believe I promised you that what we'd do to you is tie you to the rack, I'd suck your dick, and then I'd let your Mistress finish you off by fucking you." While he was saying this, Michelle stood as well and instead of press herself against Shannon, she moved to pick up their clothes so that they could just leave and not have to worry worry about leaving anything behind. "What do you think of that? Would you still want to do that?"

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