Schism Pt. 03 (conclusion)

I wanted to choke the life out of the little shit, but I could only imagine what kind of Fight Club damage that might do to me.

Luckily, Aden had it in hand. "Two thousand pounds, transfer it to his account now, and I'll let you cum."

Marty's face crumpled in disbelief. "I don't have that kind of cash."

Aden took hold of Marty's cock, and moved in closer.

"I'll let Edan suck you off."

Marty's eyes got even wider. He held Aden's gaze for a long minute. Aden didn't blink.

Finally, Marty sighed. "Fine. Will two hundred do for now?"

"It's a start," said Aden. "You can pay the rest in installments."

Marty clearly wasn't happy, but he didn't argue.

"Well go on then."

Aden pushed him off the couch, swatting his arse, as Marty went to collect his phone. He had a great arse, muscular and tight, and all of us admired it as he crossed the room.

Aden gave him my account number, and watched as Marty transferred the money across. Once that was done, he gripped Marty's shoulders and gave him a kiss on the lips.

"Remember, Marty, if you take advantage of either of them, I'll be here. Watching you. And you don't want to know what'll happen if you piss me off."

Marty searched Aden's eyes. "Uh, can I speak to Edan now?"

"Sure."

Aden sauntered off into the dark, disappearing completely as Edan swam to the surface.

Although Edan was shocked by what'd happened, he'd enjoyed seeing Marty squirm. The second he hit the driver's seat, his dick sprang to life. He put his arse in the air and his mouth in Marty's lap, and started pleasuring my best mate for all he was worth.

Marty rested a hand on his head, moaning in pleasure, and Edan brought him to a hot, wet climax in less than ten minutes.

But instead of drinking Marty's cum, he held it in his mouth and then sat up on his knees. He put a hand behind Marty's head and kissed him.

Marty initially tried to pull back, but with Edan's fingers stroking the back of his head, he finally gave in and let Edan press Marty's own cum into his mouth with his tongue.

I moved away from the light, letting them do what they did, and sat cross-legged in the black.

*

"Are you alright, Dane?"

"Huh?"

I snapped out of my daze, and found Malcolm shining a torch into my eyes.

"Thought we'd lost you for a while there."

I looked around. I was in my flat, sitting at my kitchen table.

"You hungry?" someone called from behind me.

I glanced around and saw Marty cooking pancakes in the kitchen.

How the hell had that happened? Marty cooked for me now? How long had I been out?

I realised Edan was shivering in place beside me like an ornamental dog.

'Aden's had a lot of up-time,' he said. 'He's amazing.' His voice was full of awe.

"I said, are you hungry?" Marty called out.

I shrugged, still disoriented. "Uh... yeah?"

"Great."

Marty slid a pancake onto a plate, lathered it with canned cream and maple syrup, and set it in front of me.

He started singing under his breath as he went back into the kitchen.

Malcolm slid his little torch back into his pocket.

"Well, I think you're good to go. Stay in touch, Edan, Dane. Aden. More up time for Dane, please. And if any of you ever want to make some extra cash, call me. It won't be in therapy dollars next time."

He gave us a grin, and got to his feet.

"See you next Saturday, Marty? Not far to go now."

Marty froze. "How much is left?"

"I believe you only owe Dane another four hundred pounds, and then you're done."

Marty swallowed hard. "See you Saturday."

Malcolm patted his shoulder. "Good boy."

Once he'd gone, Marty let out a sigh of relief. He came over to me and slid his arms around my shoulders.

"I've got so much to tell you, lover boy." He kissed my cheek. "Good to have you back."