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"You can bring in the prisoner now," Sam shouted through the closed door.She wiped her sweaty palms on her pants and tried to regain control over her increased heart rate. She and Gabriel had played a few times, but this was new because Misha was there.Both were actors who could perfectly convey their roles, and Samantha had to try not to embarrass herself. She was nervous, even if it was just a game.Misha was part of them now, in the figurative sense … on a sexual basis. No, they hadn't made him their sex slave but their playmate.The most necessary thing was to talk to each other so that everyone could respond to each other's wishes and needs.Even though Samantha was in charge, that didn't mean she was saying something, and the others had to obey. That she only did with her husband.It was Gabriel's idea. Sam was pretty sure that the first time she was with Misha, he'd agreed only for her sake. Even though both of them spoke the following day and jerked each other off, she couldn't shake off the feeling that it bothered him a little bit. But they'd talked about it and eliminated all doubts –– Gabriel and his wife and then all three. Her husband had then sought the conversation with her to find out if he was perhaps bisexual.In his former life, he had a few male acquaintances … or rather, little adventures, but he couldn't tell his wife that. Or? Besides, that was so ... so damn long ago he could barely remember. He felt attracted to Misha and also found him handsome. But the answer to whether he could imagine going further, he left open. The door opened, and Gabriel led Misha in, handcuffed. He wore orange prison clothes, which was the first thing Samantha couldn't help grinning."Detective," Gabe said sternly, pushing Misha forward a bit. "Prisoner Collins for the investigation."She nodded to her husband once before standing in front of her friend."Thanks, Officer. You know why you're here?" Sam asked, and Misha's eyes became as big as plates when he learned what to expect. "We got a hint and assumed you're involved in a tricky thing to smuggle illegal drugs. You'll undergo a thorough examination, and I'll scrutinize every part of your body. Furthermore, my ministry prescribes a thorough health check. To not question my authority –– I have a doctorate in medicine and know what I'm doing. My colleague, Officer Novak, will assist me."Misha swallowed hard, his face expressing different emotions. Expectation, tension, and also arousal. Gabriel's eyes greedily shone because he liked the game already."Well, let's start. Officer, please release his handcuffs. I urge you to cooperate with us. Otherwise, we will be forced to use other methods that would be less enjoyable for you, and you'll only speak if the Officer or I ask you a question.""Yes, Detective," Misha muttered obediently and took a deep breath."I'd like to ask you to strip down to your underwear and put your clothes neatly on the table," Sam demanded, turning to the cupboard to get gloves, a stethoscope, and a penlight. "I must thoroughly examine your hair to ensure you don't hide anything."Misha couldn't help but moan slightly as her fingers brushed his hair, scratching his scalp, down to the back of his neck. She knew that would relax him and smirked a little. After listening to his chest, shining in his eyes, mouth, and ears, and measuring his blood pressure, he was asked to sit on the treatment couch to check his reflexes. Gabriel closely watched all this."So far, so good," she said, putting on the gloves and asking him to remove his remaining clothes. Embarrassed, he turned his gaze to the floor, held his hands protectively in front of his crotch, and cleared his throat."C-can't the Officer do that, I ..." he stammered, ashamed, and took a deep breath."I'm sorry, the Officer isn't trained. But since he's studying for medicine and has asked me to explain some things to him in detail, we will do these examinations together," she replied and looked at Gabriel, whose eyes suddenly shone even more."Put on gloves, Officer, and come to me. And you turn around and bend over the couch; I'll first measure your temperature."Gabriel moistened the thermometer and handed it to his wife, who pushed it in without warning, after which Misha softly growled, and Samantha and her husband exchanged a smirk."Temperature is normal," she said, shaking the thermometer again. "Please stay bent."With her hand on his back, she gently pushed him back on the couch, and Misha's pulse rate increased rapidly."Please relax. Otherwise, it will be painful."Slowly she pushed her index finger into his rectum and immediately took the middle finger to it.Carefully her fingers groped and circled, and when she touched his prostate, his head buried itself in his arms on the couch. It was so enjoyable, and silently he longed for more as he pushed back slightly. But suddenly, those feelings were gone while he was just about to enjoy it.Frustrated, he heard Samantha give instructions to her husband."Would you like to feel what I felt?"It was exciting and new, and at first, Gabe fidgeted a bit hesitantly. A hot wave swept through him moments later because that made him horny. Something stirred in his pants as he realized his finger was in a strange butt. He knew how that felt … was addicted to it but to give another person ... another man those feelings let him exhale shakily. Gabe went on a voyage of discovery, and a quick, brief shout from his friend was enough to know where the point was that made the men freak out ...or rather, it felt like a soft ball the size of a small nut. It was fascinating, and he continued until Sam lightly slapped him on the back.
Damn Gabe, you get that back!
Heavily breathing, the sweat was on his forehead and in his hands as Misha straightened up because of a murderous erection. Ashamed, he put his hands back in front of the crotch and gave Gabe a short but evil look, but only earned a cautious giggle."Don't worry; it's a normal body reaction. Sit on the chair, please."Gabriel helped him, put his feet in the holders, and strapped them tight."That's for your safety," Samantha explained, spreading his legs wide. "Measure his temperature again, Officer."
Not that little poison gnome again!
Gabriel had already learned enough from his wife and did it very slowly. In, out, in, out … until his wife patted his fingers again.The dark-haired man's complexion had turned darker, and his pupils were dilated –– either from arousal or from holding his breath. Heavy, plump, and hot his cock lay on his stomach, and all he wanted was to get off."For the next investigation, I want you to come down again. In this time, you won't touch yourself. We'll leave you alone for a few minutes. Do I have to tie you up, or do you manage that?""I understand," Misha sighed. The break wasn't planned, and Sam pushed her husband out the door with a head shake."Come on, you smurf!"She pulled him to her at his shirt collar and nibbled on his earlobe."Maybe I should also make you so hot that you don't remember where up and where's down.""Devil …" Gabe groaned and pushed her away, "… leave it!""I'll absolve you from your task as an assistant if you can't control yourself, and you can watch the rest of the show from the corner.""Yeah. Message arrived. I'm good," he replied meekly, kissing his wife's cheek. The door wasn't fully closed so that Misha could listen to everything. Granted, he liked it when Gabriel got an announcement from his wife, which elicited a slight giggle. By now, he'd calmed down and looked around. Never before had he been in this room and couldn't have imagined in his dreams what had arisen when the boys had renovated the house. Gabe had always kept it secret and immediately locked it as soon as it was painted. But he thought it was fantastic. Here the most secret fantasies came true, and he was happy and proud to be a part of it.Misha was so nervous. It was his first session, and more than once, he took a shower that day to be absolutely clean. The fact that he was lying alone and naked and as open as he'd ever been in his life was less fantastic, and admittedly, he didn't feel comfortable with it. Sam got a new pair of gloves and let them snap on her wrist.Misha and Gabe flinched in shock, making her smile slightly."I wanna see your hands at the side of the chair; you won't move them or touch yourself. Otherwise, I'll have them strapped before you can count to three; is that clear?"He nodded and swallowed at that sharp tone; his hands clung tightly to the chair. Sam took a lot of time scanning and gently pinching his cock, the surrounding areas, and nipples."Do you want to examine the penis inside?" Gabriel asked, holding out a long cotton swab dipped in lube, which she gratefully accepted.Misha's eyes widened, his forehead wrinkled; his hands tightened his grip, his breath shallow because he didn't know what to expect, and he wasn't allowed to say anything. Of course, he'd seen that in porn but never ever considered trying it out. But at this ecstatic feeling caused by that long cotton swab being slowly pushed down the urethra, his eyes, which unconsciously had closed, opened again. There was also a slight burning sensation, but it felt so fantastic.Gasping, Misha pressed the back of his head into the chair's headrest and barely managed to keep still.Gabriel uttered a deep sigh because he could imagine the wonderful feelings flowing through his friend, and he would've liked to change places right now. The dark-haired man couldn't help; he wanted to feel it deeper and reared to meet it. But there was already Gabe on the spot."Stop! You'll hurt yourself, and I'll have to strap you down," the older man said urgently, squeezing his hands on Misha's hips until Samantha had finished.As she slowly removed the cotton swab, a thick drop of his lust followed. Both men moaned at the same time."Should I ascertain that for you?" Gabriel asked after catching himself again, and Sam thanked him as it was carefully wrapped up. "Good, and now rectal. Officer, please hand me the speculum. I'll open you wide now to ensure you're not hiding anything from us," Sam said, looking up at Misha, whose gaze was fixed on the ceiling. The clatter of the speculum caught his attention. Eyes wide and a worried expression on his face, he closely watched what she was doing."You'll feel pressure, but it shouldn't hurt. If you feel pain, I ask you to say it immediately. Relaxing will make it easier for all of us.""Please," he mumbled and put his head back.It wasn't clear if that meant now, please yes, or please don't, but he had no choice anyway, and with a large portion of lube, it continued.Gabriel watched everything, fascinated, and turned his gaze to Misha."Stay calm and don't move unless the Detective gives you instructions!""Officer, make sure the patient is doing well."Gabriel put his hand on his friend's stomach, who'd closed his eyes and breathed heavily."He's fine," Gabe muttered calmly, looking at him. "Are you okay? Do you have pain?"Misha shook his head, trying desperately not to move."Good," Gabriel smiled evilly. "Last words, before we take a look?" "Okay, watch out," Sam said to her husband, who'd sat down between Misha's legs when everything was explained.In no time, his body greedily sucked in the instrument. Then she pressed against the speculum, and it slid into his anus without resistance.Misha's hips lifted, firmly clinging to the chair. Samantha was amazed by this reaction.A loud moan followed, which shot straight through the whole body of the young woman and made her tremble slightly."I think you enjoy it," her husband commented, winking.The opening was then an unpleasant part, which the prisoner accomplished with flying colors, even though he held his breath a few times.A penlight lit his insides while a hand rested reassuringly on his thigh."Everything looks good so far. I see no prohibited material or other contamination. Officer, do you want to take a look inside? On occasion, you can take a swab immediately. The ministry needs to check it."Sam swapped places with her husband and handed him a long cotton swab."How far can this instrument be screwed on?" Gabriel asked. His wife noticed this little sadistic sparkle in his eyes and only hoped he didn't intend to exaggerate it."Nearly 2.4 inches."
Oh, God!
That couldn't be serious ... Misha already had the feeling that his hole was four inches open."I think we should open even further, to be sure.""I totally agree with you. Please, keep going."Slowly, Gabe turned on until his friend uttered a sibilant that made him pause for a moment.Sam went to his side and took his wrist to measure the pulse."Are you in pain?" The young woman asked but got only a head shake in response. It was bearable.Compassionately, Gabriel stroked Misha's thigh inside, and Sam smiled at that affectionate gesture. By now, she had known her husband long enough to read his face … he was so aroused. There was a man in front of him, and all she could see in his eyes was desire and hunger; admittedly, at that moment, she was even a little jealous, but on the other hand, this situation made her incredibly horny.
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"Have you ever heard of the ice water test, Officer?"Samantha fetched a bowl of distilled water from the small fridge, dipped a new cotton swab, and handed it to Gabriel, explaining that it was a stimulus test to see if the bladder was all right."The bladder is behind the prostate," she said, shining in Misha's hole.
Don't tremble now
Samantha looked over her husband's shoulder, Misha held his breath, and Gabe's breathing was shallow."Ahh ...!"Misha's hips went up, goosebumps had formed within a second, and a flash of lightning shot through his body, tingling his fingertips, toes, and neck.Holy Crap! That was the most intense thing he'd ever felt, and there wasn't much left, and something would've happened. In any case, he would've wet himself. But he couldn't have said what kind of liquid it would've been. There was already a small lake on his stomach. Desperate, he clung to the chair and moaned with half-closed eyes. If this enormous pressure hadn't stopped him … Misha would have long shot his load.Lovingly Sam looked at her husband, and when she noticed a wet spot on his pants, he sighed.He felt his desire dribbling down his pants; in his mind, he'd already stripped his wife naked and buried her in bed. Gabriel shook his head to rearrange his thoughts."Well, I'll free you from the speculum now. Please breathe regularly."As the pressure eased, Misha increasingly relaxed, and with a wet sound, the instrument slipped out of his body."Fuck," Gabriel groaned indignantly, and his wife grinned at him."Did you say anything, Officer? If your pants are too tight, you're welcome to take them off.""No, Detective ... all right," he murmured, embarrassed, and lowered his eyes. "Officer, the suspect, seems quite agitated; I think he needs something to calm down."Gabriel knew what was meant and handed her a ball gag with a two-inch pacifier on it.The two had once discovered it in a shop for joke articles."Open your mouth!"Vehemently, Misha shook his head and pressed his lips together."That isn't something that will hurt you … it's just liquid with soothing herbs. Trust me."Sam quickly tapped the soft material against his lips, but the dark-haired man refused and stared straight into her eyes."There's more than one way to bring that into your body, and believe me when I say you'll prefer that kind. So open your mouth, or do you want an enema?" Gabriel said sharply, and Misha recognized that he wouldn't repeat it by his tone.But he stiffened even more, his cock pulled back protective under the foreskin. Gabriel sat down between his legs without further ado, began massaging his prostate, and looked contentedly as Misha's back sagged, his eyes closed, and his mouth opened with a loud moan.
Unfair!
Sam tried to put the gag in his mouth again, but Misha shook his head and spat it out again."Officer, I need you here. The patient is uncooperative."Gabriel took off his glove and held his friend by the shoulders."Open your mouth and take your medicine!" Misha's heart began to race, struggling again. It wasn't just that he didn't want to have anything in his mouth; instead, he was listening in on the word enema and wanted to try. And so he played his game and wasn't ready to give up that easily. Gabriel took his hands and fixed them, as well as his chest."If you allow the doctor to give you the medicine, I will release you. Suck like mom's bosom. Show the detective how good you can suck."
Rawr
Samantha bit her lip seductively because of those nasty words and her husband's teasing tone.Misha spat and swallowed, panting and tugging on the gag. The fact that he was finally immobilized triggered a feeling of chaos in him. Some panic, yes … but no fear. He knew that nothing would happen to him and that he could get out anytime he wanted.Sam eyed her friend while a hand rested on his shoulder, trying to read his body language. She wondered if maybe he wanted the consequences."Can you remember your safe word?"As he nodded, he looked straight into her eye, and the gag was loosened so he could speak."What's it?""Dandelion," he replied, licking his dry lips.A defiant gleam in his eyes told her he wasn't in danger."Do you wanna use this word now?"A shake of the head followed."I want to hear a clear yes or no from you.""No, Detective.""Good," Sam replied, releasing him from the gag. "Let's do it your way." Both watched in anticipation as Samantha took the small brown bottle of herbal mixture and poured a few drops into an infusion bag of warm, clear water. Then the hoses were connected, Misha climbed down from the chair, and Gabriel turned it back into a treatment table by remote control."Kneel up there, raise your butt and rest your head on your arms."She drove to the treatment couch with the metal stand and generously wet everything with lube. The dark-haired man took another deep breath and looked at Samantha excitedly before putting his head onto his arms and waiting. His cock was so fucking hard and already dripping on the underlay of paper on which he was kneeling."The plastic ball will be puffed up and help you keep the medicine inside," she explained, and Gabriel laid his hand reassuringly on Misha's back."Officer ... the prisoner needs surveillance. I ask you to do whatever it takes to keep him quiet until I'm done. Try to relax, Mr. Collins, that may be a little uncomfortable, but it won't hurt." This situation made him so horny that he got a bit dizzy and tried to calm himself by taking a few deep breaths. He only knew something like that from porn, and not even that was right. Mostly there was only fucked. This was different, and he liked it better and better. This thing had action and a script, and Misha wanted more of that. With the two, he felt well cared for, which gave him a warm feeling in the stomach. He loved these two people and found them not only sexually attractive. They were among his best friends. Misha stood by his propensity to be attached to both sexes and was so happy to be able to undergo it after such a long time. Gabriel liked the word surveillance. He gently stroked his friend's hair and lost himself for a moment in these sea-blue eyes after his friend had propped himself up on his hands.Why did that take his breath away? Why did he get so aroused? Somehow, deep down inside, he felt guilty. Should he have a guilty conscience? Because he also had feelings for another person? But on the other side, he didn't love Misha; he was his friend, buddy, colleague, and playmate. These feelings he had were only physical, and that with his wife was a deep bond that went beyond anything he'd ever experienced in his life. Without Samantha, he was incomplete and lost. A smile crossed her face as Sam watched the two men. It wasn't just that she had Misha naked in front of her and could slowly carry him to cloud nine with her touch; instead, it was because her husband and her friend were so well in harmony with each other. Would she feel the same if it were a woman instead of Misha? She couldn't answer that question, but she tended toward a no. That wasn't true. It would undoubtedly be a clear no.No, Samantha wasn't jealous because healthy jealousy was part of it. The number of women and girls her husband made happy every month at the conventions was enough for her. Otherwise, it would mean that the partner meant nothing.But her husband always let her know where and to whom he belonged. The young woman couldn't and didn't want to imagine a life without him.The main thing about their game was that everyone was aware of what that meant and was in agreement. The three were no longer teenagers and had the necessary maturity, understanding, empathy, and confidence to do so for as long as they were destined to and to enjoy every single second of it. First, Misha drew in a sharp breath, lowered his head, and squeezed his back as she pushed the hose in, but gradually, he began enjoying and could relax again."Good, very good. Officer ... come here."Gabe stood next to his wife, and some beads of sweat had formed on his forehead. Watching his friend how much he enjoyed that also demanded a lot from him."Are you alright?"The teasing tone in her voice made him roll his eyes."Do you want to take over?"She pushed the ball into his hand with these words, but he shook his head."No.""I beg your pardon?""I can not. Otherwise, I'll wet my pants," he whispered and looked at her with dog eyes, which mightn't have missed their effect in any other situation."No, you don't do that; you have a good coach," Sam replied sharply but teasingly.Gabriel's senses were already fogged, and he had difficulty holding back. The pulling and the slight pain of his cock kept him from doing so, but still, there was this feeling that he couldn't last much longer. With a grunt, he closed his eyes for a moment, then opened his hand while Sam had to bite her lips to keep from laughing. "Take a deep breath and exhale. The ball is coming.""Fuck!" Misha moaned and clenched his hands. Gabe gently pushed the ball in and could feel more drops trickling down his already-damp underpants."Well done, thanks."Samantha watched her husband, who pressed himself against the table and began to rub more or less inconspicuously. Shaking her head, she threw him a sharp look, after which she got a low whine."The medicine has to work for ten minutes now."After a few moments, Misha began to slip restlessly, the pressure spreading rapidly in his gut, causing slight cramping."Oh, God!" He whined and exhaled loudly."How about distracting him a little, Officer? Do what you want."Smiling, Sam sat down on a chair and winked at her husband. At first, Gabriel didn't know what to do with this information. He looked at his wife and then at his friend. The air crackled as he considered with his eyes narrowed, but then his resolve was firm.
Do something!
Her heart made a double flip as her husband finally undid his zipper, opened his pants, and pushed them down to the knees. Then he shoved the footstool into position and climbed on it so he didn't have to stand on tiptoe, and Misha got no spasm in the neck.The younger man had both hands propped up on the couch and tried to grab Gabriel's cock with one hand. This little touch made them both moan aloud, but that was exhausting, and he used his hands renewed as support and opened his mouth for it while the two men looked deep into each other's eyes so that Gabriel nearly lost, even before something had happened.
So easy is it that you open your mouth ...
The older man squinted and clawed Misha's shoulder as he felt the wetness and warmth. Breathless and moaning, he was aware that it wouldn't be able to sustain this condition for long.His friend wasn't as tender or passionate as his wife, if not a little awkward, but that didn't bother him at that moment. He just wanted to get rid of this immense pressure. Misha was out of practice and trying to control his gag reflex. This position was exhausting because he couldn't do anything with his hands, and admittedly, he was glad when Gabriel pulled back after a minute before he shot off his load. But this situation had inflamed him so much that he would've liked to rub himself. But that wasn't the point.
My God ...
Never, not even in her dreams, would Sam have pictured what she got to see.After a few moments, everyone had caught again; at that time, two tears rolled out of the corner of Misha's eye, and he started to wail."I can't take it anymore!""Okay, I'm removing the instrument now. Please try to hold it, I'll plug you, and the Officer will escort you to the bathroom." "You can go outside, you tensioner!""I don't want you to break out, and we need to get the sniffer dogs.""Naked? Fuck off!"Shaking his head, Misha slammed the door in Gabriel's face and could still hear his echoing laughter."Whatcha doing for so long?" Gabe shouted after three minutes and knocked again on the bathroom door."Showers!" Misha shouted back."Has anyone allowed you to do that? If you don't come out in a minute, I'll use my truncheon, understand?"Never had Misha finished showering so quickly, dried himself off hastily, and was pushed by Gabriel back into the playroom. As the bathroom adjoined the playroom, Samantha heard her two chaotic and was very well entertained."Were there problems?"Gabriel reached out and slapped Misha's butt with his palm so hard that not only he but Sam, too, flinched."No," he grinned and gestured to his friend to sit back in the chair."Only one last thing."Sam checked his pulse, looked deep into his eyes, and squeezed his shoulder."Brave. Well done."…A large towel was slipped under Misha's butt, and Samantha took a plastic syringe filled with a white viscous substance. Instead of the needle, there was a long thin tube. It was slowly pushed into his unresisting body.After a few moments, Misha began to moan, and his cock woke again almost to full hardness, jerked uncontrollably, and secreted some drops of sperm.Exhausted, Misha closed his eyes when he experienced a slight orgasm, making him fly. Gabriel raised his eyebrows."What was that?""Some prebiotics that helps his bowels, but it feels very intense, especially after an enema."Slowly she removed the tube, and the white liquid trickled from his anus."Don't fight it," she said quietly, massaging his stomach as he tensed.But Misha was done after the whole procedure and deeply and contentedly sighed before closing his eyes again.She got wet and dry towels, cleaned him up, wrapped a damp cloth around her finger, and squeezed it into his gut. Dreamily, he moaned, and Sam smiled at him moving it back and forth a few times. His cock hopped with enthusiasm, but more couldn't go anymore. Then she took a glass of water and brought it to his lips, stroking the hair out of his forehead and kissing him there."Do you kiss all your prisoners?" He asked mischievously, fixing her with his blue eyes."Only those who deserve it.""The lab just called," Gabe announced, holding the cell phone. "All samples are clean.""You're staying here for a while; your system needs time to recover. Wait for the Officer and me to help you."Softly but surely, Samantha pushed him back and left the room with her husband for a moment because she needed a kiss ... or fife. ** In the next chapter …Gabriel grabs the opportunity