Experiments on the Twisted Side #1: Who is the boss?      Experiments
on the Twisted Side #1: Who is the boss?

 by Pita Patter

  

 Author's website: http://www.geocities.com/pitapattr

 Disclaimer: Not mine, love them, treat'em well (kinda), not making money,
yada yada yada

 Author's Notes: Thanks for all the support from the sibs. Much
appreciated.

 Story Notes: A bit kinky, not much of a plot, mild sap alert.

 

 

 Stepping out of his workplace earlier than he imagined, he felt excited
about surprising his lover with his unexpected arrival. Surprise was an
added element of excitement. Not that either of them needed anything extra
to get aroused around his beautiful lover, but the spice was always
welcome. Both of them had the weekend off, and that would leave plenty of
time for things to get spicy. 

 After some hot nookie, they could enjoy dinner together. Perhaps he could
cook? It was not a bad perspective, so he began to figure out a suitable
menu. Certainly it would have to be something rich, to replenish all
calories lost in said nookie, he thought with a smile as he approached his
home. And after that, maybe, he could coax his lover to lose some more
calories... 

 Smiling, he put the key in the door and opened up without a second
thought. His lover was not in the living room, either the kitchen. He
headed for the bedroom, opened the door and then he saw his lover. 

 Naked. 

 In bed. 

 With a woman. 

 Not any woman, either. It was Margaret Thatcher. Benny's superior
officer. AKA The Dragon Lady. 

 They were kneeling in bed, facing each other. Not touching. He saw his
lover's beautiful body poised as if to grab her. He saw Thatcher's body in
its plenitude, all firm muscles, the pale smooth skin, small breasts with
spiky brown nipples target at the man he loved. 

 Both were looking at him. Their faces revealed their mixed emotions of
being caught in the act: surprise, anger. It was clear that in that moment
suspended in time, they did not know what to do. 

 He did not know what to do either. His breath caught, all blood stopped
flowing in his veins, as his brain tried to register the scene that his
eyes were intent on capturing. His stomach began to react. 

 The shock lasted only a few seconds, though. He opened his mouth to say
something to the couple, couldn't think of anything, the sensation in his
stomach deepening. He just closed the door to the bedroom and his legs
automatically moved so he could get out of the apartment. He wanted to be
out and away. 

 "No, wait!" 

 His lover came out of the bedroom, after him. He loved the man so much
that his body reacted to his command, even though his mind screamed for
him not to. He stopped at the hallway, dead on his tracks. 

 How could he not obey the man he loved, the one who was everything to
him? 

 "Benny, please. It's not what you are thinking!" 

 Benny put his head down, his stomach really revolving now. He had his
back to Ray. He could not face him. 

 "Come with me, please. Please, Benny, let me explain it all to you." 

 Benny stared at the floor and let himself be led back to the bedroom.
Thatcher had a shirt on and made room on the bed so the two lovers could
sit. Ray gestured her to keep away, his voice non-revealing. "I will
handle this." 

 She did not say a word, but angrily sunk into a sulking mode, crossing
her arms over her breasts. 

 Ray turned to Benny, and cut to the chase. "Benny, this is not what you
are thinking at all. As a matter of fact, we were fighting over you." 

 Ray's words shocked Benny out of his depressed state. "What?" 

 "Yes, Benny, we were fighting over you." Ray had both hands on Benny's
face now, and he was wiping tears Benny never felt falling. "We have been
screaming at each other for a long time. Then we decided we should solve
things... differently. We were waiting for you to settle this." 

 "Ray, I don't understand." 

 Always impatient, Thatcher sighed with annoyance. "Fraser, just follow
his thought, please. Listen to what he says." 

 Ray turned swiftly around to face her and snarled, "You are doing it
again." 

 "He is my subordinate." She countered. 

 "He is my lover." Ray spat. "You don't get to treat him like that, you
hear?" 

 "He needs authority! You spoil him!" 

 "No, I am trying to spare him from a major psychological trauma from
having to be under your orders!" 

 It quickly scaled into a full-fledged war. Thatcher raised her voice. "I
suppose you can do it better than I!" 

 Ray levelled his voice to match hers. "Like you wouldn't believe! I told
you, no one bosses Benny around but me! I know how much you wish you could
boss him, but he is mine!" 

 Benny looked from one to another, confused. They were not lovers, then?
And they were fighting... over him? Never, in his wildest dreams, would he
be able to imagine such a thing. But he was so confused. 

 "Ray?" 

 "Yes, Benny?" 

 "Why are you both naked?" 

 For a fleeting second, Ray blushed. "Well, Benny, you see, it is actually
funny. You know how much I get annoyed when she bosses you around, making
you look like an errand boy, playing you as a door mat or bell boy. I told
her that. But she says I have no talent on bossing you around." 

 Thatcher growled. "Which you don't." 

 Ray decided to ignore the remark. "But I know all she really wants is to
boss you around in bed, you see? She is just frustrated not to have you in
her bed, Benny." 

 The Canadian blushed and his superior officer shifted in bed, a loud
noise of despite from her nostrils. By experience, Benny knew she was
seriously indignant by Ray's words. But she did not try to deny his words,
either. 

 "Ray," said Benny gently, "I love only you." 

 "Oh, baby." Ray smiled sweetly at him, eyes sparkling with love. "I know
that. And I didn't mean to upset you. I am sorry you had the wrong idea
when you came in." 

 A pang swept through Benny and he whimpered, "I was scared that you did
not love me anymore, Ray." 

 Ray also felt pain in his heart. "That never could happen, Benny." He
kissed him lightly on the cheek. "I will love you for ever." 

 Thatcher rolled her eyes. "Oh, please." 

 Ray glared at her, she glared back at him, and then the Italian turned
back to his lover. "But it seems you will be in a lot of pain until we
convince Thatcher that you belong to me and no one else, Benny." 

 "Ray, you know how I feel. But the Inspector is my superior officer. It
is quite within the spectre of her duties to issue orders and it is my
duty to obey them." 

 "But she can't do that in my watch, Benny." 

 "Vecchio", Thatcher's voice came as a low warning. "I am barely
controlling myself here, so please, get to the point." 

 "OK." Ray nodded, then turned to Benny once more. "Benny, we saw that we
needed to settle this. So we decided to get a go at it." 

 "Settle what?" 

 "You. Me. The Dragon Lady." 

 Benny was at a loss and peered at his lover expectantly. "What about it,
Ray?" 

 Ray smiled, eyes twinking evilly. "We are going to play Who is the Boss,
Benny." 

 Benny knew that look. Eyes wide, he looked at Thatcher and saw the same
look in his superior officer, a fellow Canadian nevertheless! Ray was half
smiling, moving towards him. Benny's groin twitched sharply, and he felt
like swaying a bit, half excited half-nervous. 

 Benny did not react when Ray's fingers deftly began to remove his
uniform, the red one, the full Mountie regalia. But his breath faltered
when he felt the Inspector moving towards him, intent on doing the same
thing. 

 "Oh dear."  

 It was impossible to resist. At such proximity, the three naked and warm
bodies just mingled together. Benny could not remember exactly how it
started, but once he was fully naked, he remembered feeling Ray's hands
over his nipples as the cop licked every part of his abdomen. Flat on his
back, he had his eyes closed, but he knew Ray's touch so well he could
tell it was his lover. 

 The Mountie's brain was swiftly going bye-bye, and he registered hungry
lips capturing his own, a faint taste of lipstick. A demanding tongue
pried his lips open and began exploring the insides of his mouth. Past his
navel, another hot tongue reached his erection. His flared groin heated
even more and he groaned in the unfamiliar lips, hips twisting. 

 As manicured fingernails raked over his chest, Ben felt his cock licked
and sucked, his balls fondled. He spread his legs to allow Ray more
access, and returned Thatcher's eager kisses, feeling his blood singing in
his veins. There was a lot of heavy breathing in the room, soft sounds of
flesh rubbing and sheets tangling. 

 As Thatcher's lips descended from Benny's mouth to his neck and ears, Ray
spread Benny's legs even further and kneaded the perfect pair of buttocks
while tonguing the delicate spheres in front of him. Benny moaned loud,
sighing excitedly, then felt his legs being lifted so a greased finger
could lovingly find his opening. He gasped, and felt Meg nibble on his
right nipple. 

 "Ray... Please...!" 

 The desperate tone in Benny's voice made Ray quickly add a second finger
to the first one in his handsome lover body. He whispered, "Benny..." 

 If Benny ever thought of answering in a rational fashion, it sure was
useless now. He felt Thatcher's weight lifting off him and a third finger
being worked inside him,and he growled with excitement. His breath was
heavy, the moans louder, and then he found himself in another sort of
predicament. 

 He realised that Thatcher had not merely straddled him: her crotch was
hovering over Benny's face, and her most intimate places exhibited upon
him, all invitingly slick, their characteristic scent penetrating straight
in his sensitive nostrils. She was moaning in supplication, and Benny
instinctively moved to take what was offered to him. First he licked, then
he nibbled, then used his fingers to rub the small hard button before
returning to lick all delicate fold as the Inspector groaned loud, her
head thrown back in pleasure. 

 Down south on Benny's body, Ray was at the threshold of his endurance,
finishing preparations on loosening up Benny and lubing his own hard
penis. "Here I come, Benny..." He placed his burgundy cock head at Benny's
beautiful entrance and slid inside slowly, his own body savouring every
sensation. As he felt Ray joining him, Benny lost his concentration on
orally servicing his superior officer and called loud, "Ray!" 

 Thatcher was moving at the rhythm of Benny's gentle licking, and groaned
louder, feeling her orgasm building as the Mountie grew hungrier and began
to suck on her juices. Fully inside Benny, Ray began a thrusting motion,
his erection screaming as he felt Benny's body accepting him in a lovely
way. In a few seconds, his balls were slapping against Benny's beautiful
ass. He felt the whole world resuming to the point where they both were
connected. Ray counted no time to grab Benny's cock in his hand and pump
it in the same pace he was pounding the Mountie's sweet ass. Benny hardly
had time to do anything but feel wave after wave of excitement and
pleasure raking his whole body, and he knew he would explode soon. 

 To his surprise, however, Thatcher beat him to that. Her hands went to
his head in a vise grip as she ground her pussy in Benny's mouth wildly.
In a matter of seconds, she exploded in a wail as Benny thrust his tongue
as far as he could deep inside her vagina. She shuddered for a long time,
pleasure assaulting her body in spasms, and Benny prolonged the sensations
with his agile tongue and lips all over the delicate tissues. 

 Thatcher's orgasm encouraged Ray to a steady and hard thrusting in
Benny's hole. The cop's body was shaking and his pumping in Benny's cock
became frantic. As Thatcher let her limp, sated body fall in the bed, the
Mountie was going wild with Ray merciless hitting his prostrate. Eyes
closed, he bucked and thrust away, gasping and moaning, his head going
from one side to the other, his sweaty face contorted with excitement. Ray
thought it was the most beautiful spectacle on the site of the Earth. 

 Then Ray came, his seed pouring inside his lover, who contracted his
buttocks and squeezed Ray's penis as Benny, too, reached climax with a
loud cry, his semen spilling all over the fingers of the Italian who held
his heart. Both men rode on the wings of pure ecstasy for a few seconds,
then fell on a tangle of limbs, away from the outside world, feeling each
other and nothing more.  

 After that, there still was a point to settle, as Thatcher promptly
pointed out as soon as they were recovered from the intense encounter. 

 "You are right", agreed Ray. "I say we put an end to this for once and
for all." 

 "I suggest a test," said the Inspector. "Let's see who he really obeys.
That will show who he really wants to discipline him." 

 The cop nodded. "I like this suggestion." 

 Benny prompted himself up on al elbow and offered, "Perhaps if we just
discuss matters in an adult and civilised matter..." 

 Thatcher interrupted him briskly. "This is between Vecchio and I, Fraser.
We will handle it by ourselves." 

 Benny retorted politely. "I beg your pardon, Sir, but I think I should be
consulted, at least as a willingly..." 

 "Benny". Ray's voice was firm. "The Inspector and I will handle it." 

 The Mountie looked at Ray, and said, "Yes, Ray." 

 Ray turned his attention back to Thatcher. "So you suggest a test." 

 Thatcher took a few seconds to answer. "Yes, that is what I suggest. We
can find out who he wants him to discipline him." 

 "Just discipline, then?" 

 "The test is Who is the Boss, so that is what it is. Unless you want
something more of this deal." She eyed Fraser hungrily, a predatory grin
in her face. "You know I want." 

 Benny could not help a shudder at the look he received. Instinctively, he
moved closer to Ray, getting behind him to have the Italian as a barrier
between him and his officer. 

 Ray looked inside his lover's eyes with a gentle smile and took his hand
in his. Instantly Benny felt safer, and a wave of relief washed his
muscles. If that was not enough to reassure him, Ray turned back to
Thatcher. "Sorry, Inspector. That is not negotiable." 

 The Inspector's dark eyes were still raking over Fraser's body. "Too bad.
I could really make it good for you, Fraser. Do it and your life will be
much easier." 

 Benny shook his head. "Ray said this is not negotiable, sir. I feel the
same way." Ray gave a gentle squeeze on Benny's hand. 

 "I can assure it is your loss." Jaw set, Thatcher was not a woman to mull
over her few failures. She held her head high and went on, "But the offer
to a test still stands. If Fraser wants to have your lax discipline, I
will let him have it. It will bear no ill effect on his job, or his
career. And if he feels I can be a better boss to him, I will have him
disciplined my own way. Of course, there will not be any advantage to his
career or his job. It will be strictly a discipline affair." 

 "Only inside the Consulate", Ray pointed out. 

 "Of course. I won't come between the two of you if that is your wish. I
believe it is a fair deal." 

 It seemed to Benny it was very just. But he never said a word. 

 "Inspector, may I ask why would you want such a deal?" 

 She wasn't expecting the question, and the mask of harshness and absolute
control slipped a bit for a few instants, before coming back to its place.
"I want a chance at him, Vecchio. I would not forgive myself if I did not
try." 

 There were a few moments of silence, as it sank in. Benny realised he now
was facing the Inspector in a whole different light. 

 Ray was thoughtful, then he broke the silence. "As I said before, I like
the idea of the test. Of course we would have to establish conditions for
this test." 

 "I agree. We may want to determine precisely whom he wants." 

 "It has to be his choice," Ray said. "I will not have it any other way." 

 "As I will not, too. Fraser has to be free to chose whomever he wants." 

 Benny said, "I really prefer this to be held in another manner instead of
- " 

 Thatcher sighed, annoyed. "Fraser, shut up." 

 "But Sir, with due respect - " 

 "Benny, just shut up." 

 "Yes, Ray." 

 Thatcher got up, annoyed. Then she smiled in a sly manner. "I know
something that might work." She walked around the bed. "Lie down, Fraser."


 He hesitated, and Ray got up to stand beside Thatcher. "Just do it,
Benny." 

 The Canadian stretched himself and Thatcher said, "I need something to
tie you up." 

 Benny looked around for anything that would do, still unsure of what was
going on. "Are you sure it is necessary, Sir?" 

 "Fraser, I know better. Now find something so I can tie you." 

 Benny looked at her, still hesitant, then moved to get out of bed. Ray
said, "No, Benny, don't do that." 

 Benny stopped and Thatcher flared at the Italian. "Let him do it!" 

 "It wouldn't be fair, now, would it? He needs to be able to make a
decision. How can he do that if he is tied up?" 

 "He needs the discipline!" She turned. "Fraser, go find a tie or
something." 

 Before Benny moved, Ray shouted, "No!" Benny froze, and Thatcher was
seething with anger. 

 "What are you trying to do?! Fraser, do as I say!" He moved again, but
looked at Ray. 

 "Don't do it!" 

 Benny just sat on the bed, looking at the two naked people arguing. Ray
was pointing a finger at her. "I am trying to make you stick to the rules!
Benny needs to make a conscious decision! We agreed on that. And now you
are losing ground." 

 Thatcher turned to the Mountie, fuming, on full authority mode, her voice
squealing in rage. "Fraser! I have already asked you to get the damn cloth
or rope or whatever so we can get this test going! What are you waiting
for?" 

 Benny flinched at her tone, but turned to Ray, expecting the counter
order. Ray just looked at him, as if waiting to see what the Canadian
would do. Benny did not expect it, and got confused. What was he to do? 

 "Ray?" 

 "Yes, Benny?" 

 "What you want me to do?" 

 Ray smiled. He said nothing. 

 Benny was so confused, and now Ray was smiling. He did not understand, so
he urged his lover. "Please, Ray. Do you want me to bring the Inspector
what she wants so we can finish this test?" 

 Ray laughed softly, and sat of the bed, as Thatcher got more enraged,
furiously folding her arms over her chest. Ray was beaming, and he
shrugged. "Yes, Benny, you can do that if you want, but I don' think it is
necessary. You see, I think the test is over." He looked at Thatcher.
"Isn't it, Inspector?" 

 She was breathing heavily, her fury barely held in check. "Yes," she
hissed, closing her eyes as if to control her emotions. "Yes, it is over.
Congratulations. You win, Vecchio." She began gathering her clothes. 

 Benny was a bit astonished. Still confused, it dawned on him that he had
just been deliberately submitted to some sort of experiment without his
consent. His mind began to replay all these recent moments, hoping to
grasp the clues of such situation. Ray got closer to him, unable to wipe
off the grin from his face. 

 "Before you came in, the Inspector and I had already agreed we wanted the
most spontaneous answer from you. So it would be best if you didn't even
know there was a test going on." 

 "And you passed it with flying colours", admitted Thatcher, buttoning up
her blouse. "I issued several commands in various degrees, and you didn't
obey a single one of them. There were suggestions, solicitations, polite
request, direct order and verbal command. You failed all of them, Fraser.
It is obvious you don't accept my discipline." She checked the finishing
touches on her light suit, smoothed the miniskirt, then sighed, slumping
lightly "I am sorry. I cannot be truly angry. It was fair game. I just
lost." 

 Benny said, sincerely, "I am sorry, Sir. I really am." 

 "Yes, so am I." Thatcher smiled sadly and looked away. "While we were
enjoying our mutual... contact, I hoped you could change your mind or...
broaden your horizons, but I guess... it was too much wishful thinking."
She dispelled the aura of self-pity and held her head high, breathing in
deep. There was a strange softness in her voice when she turned her brown
eyes at the both of them. "I better leave now. I wish you a pleasant
weekend. And all the happiness in the world." Hastily, she grabbed her
purse and left. 

 Benny kept staring at the door, feeling a little bit sorry for his
superior officer. But that was swiftly off his mind as Ray wrapped his
arms around him. His skin tingled with Ray's touch. They kissed and fell
on the bed, in each other's arms. After a long session of wrestling
tonsils, they held each other, basking in their love. 

 "Thank you." Ray whispered. 

 "For what?" 

 "For trusting me." Ray kissed Benny once more, then said, "I am sorry if
things got a little out of hand earlier." 

 "Earlier?" 

 "Yeah. You know. The... contact." Ray was a little embarrassed. "I guess
we should not have done that, but... I couldn't help myself." 

 "Do you regret the... contact with the Inspector?" 

 "Nah. I was too distracted to notice her. But you weren't." Ray grinned
when Benny blushed. 

 Benny was so embarrassed. "I was only trying to be a good host. It was
the polite thing to do." He hoped the white lie would hold. 

 Ray laughed loud. "That is a first, Benny! Come on, you enjoyed it and
you know it. Admit it. You found it exciting!" 

 Benny's skin turned pinkish in several places. He nodded, his head
turning down, unable to face Ray. "Yes, I admit it. But you know I love
only you." 

 Ray smiled fondly and lifted Benny's head by its chin gently. "I know,
baby, I really do. And believe me, not a day goes by without my thanking
the Above for it." He saw Benny's eyes sparkling and felt his breath
catch. But he asked, "I want to know. Would you have let the Dragon Lady
tie you up?" 

 He could not lie now. "Yes." 

 "Really?" 

 "I wanted you to know I can trust other people, too." 

 Ray sighed, taking his hand inside his. "Still I am glad you didn't obey
her and that you chose me to discipline you." 

 Benny looked at him, fingers idly tracing patterns on Ray's furry chest.
"So, will you?" 

 "Will I what?" 

 Eyes dark with desire, Benny got closer to Ray and huskily whispered in
his ears. "Discipline me." Ray looked at him, and Benny pleaded. "Will
you?" 

 Ray grinned. "You want me to do that, Benny?" 

 "Yes, Ray." Benny squirmed in Ray's arms, his arousal increasing. 

 "You have never said anything before. Is that a new thing?" 

 The husky voice was even more inviting. "I guess so, Ray. Will you do
it?" Benny started humping Ray's leg gently. 

 Ray started to feel his groin very much alive. "We will need some stuff,
Benny. You know, some... equipment. Is there anything special you want?" 

 Benny smiled, and Ray could have sworn he had never seen Benny so wanton
before. His groin not only was way much alive, but now it was packing a
familiar heat. 

 "A nice whip can be a treasure, Ray." It was a whisper, and its tone made
Ray's penis stand in full attention. "Don't you agree?" The humping picked
up a little speed. 

 Ray swallowed, getting even more disturbed with the images on his head.
"I think the Dragon Lady may be on to something here. You are getting too
wild. Benny. I am gonna have to do something about you. I guess you do
need some discipline." 

 Grey eyes sparkled in anticipation. "Oh, Ray." Benny caressed Ray's
stomach, his hand slowly sliding downward. "So you will discipline me,
after all?" 

 "Yes, Benny. I think it's time for your first lesson. Right now." Benny
grabbed Ray's shaft and squeezed it gently. Ray gasped, then got enough
control over himself to order. "Let go of that and bring me my handcuffs."


 Benny shuddered to hear the tone of command in Ray's voice and jumped up
to it. "And Benny?" 

 "Yes, Ray." 

 "Remind me tomorrow to pick up a few nice whips. I guess I will be
needing more than one." 

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