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Here is a post I wrote based on a patron's prompt, "forced bisexuality."
This is a story that some may find relevant to their interests. However, here is a CW: W/m/m, "forced" bisexuality, "forced" blow job, hypnotic suggestion to simulate the forced part, somewhat dubious consent, touch, D/s, cuckolding.
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Frank sat on the bed, nervously fidgeting. He had wanted this for such a long time.
His wife Darla, had listened to him patiently when he told her of his, “forced bi” fantasy. He didn’t actually want to be forced, but he wanted the illusion of it, wanted a safe space to explore this. thing. They had spoken to a trusted male friend of theirs, (Jon) who they both were flirty with.
They were polyamorous, Darla and Frank. They all were in a V type relationship, with Darla at the point. However, oftentimes the three of them would go on “dates.” Usually ending with much making out and flirting all around.
Darla spoke to Jon about this fantasy. Both of them were excited about helping frank fulfill it. Jon mentioned something about hypnosis being a useful ingredient. Darla and Frank played with hypnosis in the past but hadn’t really done anything this serious.
Frank’s eye closed deeply as he touched his left forearm. They had implanted two automatic suggestions. If he felt uneasy he could just touch his left forearm and it would calm him down. The second was an automatic safe word trigger. If at any point he needs to know who this man is to him he could, and he can fully embrace the scene. They all had discussed limits before hand.
Darla walked in holding the leash of Jon. He followed her shortly behind. Frank had been hypnotized to not remember who Jon was, but to be compelled to follow both of their instructions despite himself.
Darla smirked while looking downwards, “Hello, Frank. This is my pleasure slave. I’ve decided to let him have a little treat. You do such a good job at pleasuring me with your mouth. I’ve decided to let him use yours.”
Even the resistance had been suggested. “Uh, Darla- I hardly know him, has he - is it…safe? Do I have to?”
“Yes and yes, dear. Everything is fine.” The phrase that often hints to everything most certainly not being fine was also consented to. “Get on your knees, Frank.”
Reluctantly (but with a blush and a lip bite), Frank sank to his knees. His partners were now seated on the bed and Frank was feeling the warmth spread in his body and mind. Jon was naked, his eyes wild and fierce.
Jon snaked a hand through the back of Franks’ hair and moved his mouth onto his now hard member. It only took a bit of pulling. Franks’ eyes slightly rolled into his head as he gave in feeling the strength of Jon, tasting his cock.
Some part of Frank was relieved to have this happen, and the resistance part bubbled up to match that parts intensity. He struggled backwards, “Mmmph.”
Jon held him where he was then released him on a count of three.
“Now now, don’t make me order you officially, Frank.” Darla, scolded.
Franks breathy self looked up at his wife, his blue eyes pleading.
“Do it right, pet. Let me show you off. It will please me.”
“Yes, Miss.” Frank got back to work, moaning, sucking, and licking.
