Get Your Ass Out Of Bed

“Get  your ass out of bed, Jimmy!  I want coffee”

He jumped off of the mat on which he was sleeping.  He slept as always at the foot of Christy’s queen-size bed.  It was after six.  He ran to the stairs and started making the large pot.  Since Jane was in the bed with Janice, he knew they’d want plenty.  Plenty of coffee.  Plenty of each other.  He hadn’t asked, but he knew they’d want two cups each.  Coffee that is.  It wasn’t the first time Jane had spent the night fucking his Boss Lady.  It wouldn’t be the last.  He heard Jane’s voice drifting into the kitchen as he ground the beans.

“You fucking bitch!  How did you get that man-whore for yourself when I can’t even get a maid to show up every week.”  He heard his mistress’s chuckle and then her answer, “Maybe your maids aren’t into you, Jane.  He’s soooo totally into being my ‘handy’ man.”  Jimmy, now measuring the ground coffee into the pot, didn’t hear any response so he knew what was most likely going on.  They were both big flirts.  It was their form of foreplay.  One of several, that is.

By the time he got to the bedroom with four slices of buttered bread, two cups of steaming coffee (one au lait) and the marmalade jar, Jan and Janice were into a heavy round of rubbing, stroking, and fondling.  His mistress looked up and gestured to the night stand.  Jane paused for a second and said, smirking, “Do you have a twin brother, jerkwad?”  He knew it was a rhetorical question and let it pass.

Janice giggled.  “Leave him alone, Jane.  He is my loyal and devoted servant!  Aren’t you – jerkwad?”  “Yes, Miss!”  Jane roared with laughter.  “God, you are nasty, girlfriend.”  His mistress simply nodded, grinned and said, “Oh, for sure!  And you love it!” 

 

As Jimmy left the room, he got one final order.  It was Jane, rather than Janice, so he waited to be sure his Boss Lady wouldn’t countermand the command.  She didn’t.  Jane said, “Bring the shocker back here, Jimmy!”

He knew what she meant.  It had been Jane’s suggestion originally.  Evil woman.  She had carefully described the way a remotely controlled dog collar could be adapted to be fixed to a man’s privates.  He’d been there – mute – weeks ago, as Janice repeated asked questions.  “And what kind of strap do you use?”  “How far away does it reach?”  “I might want to use him the same night; will this affect him for long?”  She’d asked a lot of other questions.  The end result was the same.  He’d been told to do all the actual work – and the two of them had tested their ingenious tool on him last weekend.

Unfortunately for Jimmy, he’d disliked the pain of the shocker – but nonetheless gotten hard.  He was kinda into being used cruelly.  They both knew he was a masochist (up to a point).   

Now he was fucked.  (Well, not literally…. They loved teasing him a lot, but he was more a crash dummy than anything fuckable most of the time).  In any event, they decided the shock collar was to now be part of their fun.

When Jimmy got back to the bedroom, he had had the sense to strap the ‘thing’ to his ‘thing’.  

“Hey, look,” said Jane.  “He is already ready for us.”  She grabbed the control from Jimmy’s grasp and said to him, “What setting, Jimmy?”  He replied, “Uh, five?”

  

“Noooo…. Guess again. “ 

He said, “Six?” Jane giggled, turning to Janice.  “What do you think, girlfriend?”  Janice glanced at Jimmy.  “Jane, you fucking choose!”  She and Jimmy knew the setting Jane would pick.  Yes.  Max. Nine. 

Jane handed the control to his mistress.  “You’re in control, Janice!  More or less.  The more you mess with him, the more fun I intend to have with you.”  Jimmy’s fate was sealed.

He spent over two hours in intermittent agony.  Every time he was recovering, Jane would smirk and simply say to Janice, “Feeling horny?  Do you want some more?”  As Janice nodded, Jimmy would scream.  Janice wasn’t about to let Jane stop pleasuring her.