A Long Night

Awkward silence took over the group. The situation turned grim in a second, and Seth's sorry state was still lingering in the air.

"That explains a lot of things." Said Alex. "I promised I won't let you ruin another play, yet here we are."

She fell silent again, pondering what to do. The alpha kneeled before her, waiting for her sentence. 

"I don't like nasty surprises like this." She said. "Seth is in time-out for the time being. I'll decide his punishment later."

Hearing this, Seth walked out without a word.

"I want to redo the vetting with Larry here and now. Do you agree?" She asked the man in question.

"How long does it take? If it's more than a couple hours, I'd like to order food." He replied.

"It'll probably take half the night, if not all of it. Food is not a problem. Do you mind having the guys here?" She asked.

"If they are okay with me not bending to their rules, then I don't care. I don't like to beat down children, not even in self-defence." He said and glanced at Zack. 

Larry didn't miss the preparations Zack made. He was ready to take him down too if he had joined Seth.

"I'll take my leave." Zack said."I'm just big, but can't fight. My size is usually enough as a deterrent. Good night, Master." 

He bowed before Alex, then went after Seth.

The remaining people in the room relocated to the throne and the bean bag chairs. The lights went on again, and Alex picked up a phone hanging on the wall, behind one of the drapes.

She called the security room. Sometimes, when the play stretched long and the clients were famished, they helped the kinksters with food delivery and such. 

She also remembered to ask something important from Larry, while being on the phone.

"Larry, do you want to press charges against Seth?" Alex looked at him. 

"Why would I?" He was confused.

"Because he attacked you." She explained.

"So? I'm not hurt.There's no evidence." He said, while putting on his clothes.

"There are security cameras in every playroom." Explained Richard. "If things get out of hand, the recordings can be used as evidence. Otherwise, they are deleted daily." 

"I see. They can delete it." Confirmed Larry. 

He was used to security logs and body cameras recording his every move. It was reasonable to do so, when the only thing separating murderers from soldiers were orders. 

Alex finished her business, and returned to her throne. She felt tired. She hadn't taken a single day for herself in two years. Or was it three? She had lost count.

Not that she couldn't afford it. Wasting time on idle relaxation simply didn't agree with her personality. Resting was never really tempting. She got bored easily. 

Usually she pushed herself right until the point of total burn-out, then went on a few weeks vacation. She liked to travel alone, experiencing new things, and filling up her mind with impressions and ideas. 

She was getting close to those travelling weeks, yet her hands were full with the mess called Larry. The lawsuit against Langham. Seth's uncontrollable jealousy and possessiveness. 

Yes, she knew about Seth's true motives. She understood him, and knew the risks that came with his issues when she let him join the pack. She did not calculate Larry in the mix though.

It's true, she was looking for something to disturb the dynamics within the pack. To throw off the established balance and give her pets the chance to change, to improve. 

Now she felt like she bit off more than she could chew, and she was losing control. She wanted to help Larry, he needed it desperately - even if he didn't realise his needs. 

On the other hand, she knew that giving him help would bring chaos to her little playground. Her own possessive tendencies told her to concentrate on damage control, and shoo away the troublesome stray.

"Rob, please make us some coffee. This will be a long night." She said, then turned to Larry.

"As I mentioned before, I am a certified psychiatrist. Every man in my pack has issues, and I picked them especially to give them a second chance. To help them get better." She started her explanation.

"Some of them have a therapist on their own, others don't. Langham sent you to me, because he thought I'll be able to help you too. Are you willing to help yourself, Larry?" She asked.

The man fell silent. He started therapy because a fellow veteran recommended it. They had the same problems and that man got better. He thought it's worth a try.

He knew he didn't do well so far. Larry was always a man of few words, and the years he spent suffocating from guilt didn't make it easier to open up. It's gotten to the point he became tired of thinking about his feelings.

So he said exactly that, after a long, heavy silence.

"I am tired of being empty. For years, I wanted nothing. I dreamed of nothing. I cared about nothing." He said. "I'm tired of it. If you convince me to eat dog shit to feel better, I'd probably do it. I think I'd like to feel alive again."

"Good for you." She complimented him honestly.

"Looks like I have something to work with. However, I can't work alone. We both need to put in effort. Can you accept me as a team member?" She asked.

"I'm not following orders blindly anymore. I don't fit the puppy role." Warned Larry.

"How do you plan to get better without guidance?" Alex hoped they wouldn't hit the first wall so soon.

"Explain things to me. Convince me why I should do as I'm told." He suggested.

"That much should be obvious. Uninformed consent is no consent." She agreed. 

< Not all hope is lost, at least… Wait a minute… What kind of therapy did he receive until now?! > She thought.

"You don't need to share specifics with us, but I'm curious… How was Langham conducting your therapy? What happened during a normal session?"

Alex needed to assess the damage Langham caused inside this man. If he's not aware of his rights regarding information about his own therapy, that was a severe mistake on Langham's part - borderline negligence.

"I went to his office, we talked about my problems, then he told me how to change my meds, or my daily routine, and gave me little homeworks to do. Like writing a diary or taking pictures of things I like." Answered Larry.

"Has he ever shared details about your diagnosis? Where were you at a certain time and what were your options?" She inquired further.

"Just once, in the beginning. He said I don't know life outside the marines enough to enjoy it. So he gave me a structure, a routine to follow. That should have made me feel more safe and familiar. Like I was still serving, just without violence. When I didn't make any progress, he sent me to you." He detailed.

Alex had to admit, there was some legit reasoning behind Langham's plan. Some people had tendencies for dependency, and the armed forces were chock full of them. 

Following orders and having a strict daily schedule provided safety. It also stripped people from the responsibility of individual thinking. Creating similar circumstances in Larry's civil life could have given him capacity to deal with his traumas.

However, methods weren't like medication. The same antidepressant can bring better results with higher dosage. On the other hand, a method used incorrectly, or with an incompatible patient won't get the desired result just from trying harder.

"That's actually not a bad approach. It would have been my first idea too." She admitted.

After this, Alex didn't ask anything related to mental health and therapy. Those things were unethical to discuss in front of others. 

The only reason she wanted her pets to know this much is because Larry would be part of their life too - one way, or the other.

Their talk indeed stretched deep into the night. They took breaks to eat, to move around a bit. A few hours in, Alex found the dungeon too suffocating, so they climbed the stairs to the inner garden.

The guys asked questions too, from time to time. They also shared some of their experiences from before and after joining the pack. Around 1am, Richard and Robert left the group - they had work in the morning.

Not long after that, all of them ran out of questions for the night. Alex offered a room for Larry to sleep, but he refused. Mikey walked him to the entrance, while she remained by the pool.

"What do you think about him?" She asked the returning young man when she heard his footsteps.

"Broken, but promising. Just like you like them." Joked Mikey.

"That is exactly the problem. He's a true challenge, bigger than our favourite psychopath." She confirmed.

"Your psychopath. I've never liked Seth, he makes me nervous. A ticking bomb, Alex. Will you be okay with him and Larry at the same time?" He was worried about her.

"Worry about yourself first." She chuckled.

If she felt tired when they started, now she was beyond exhausted. She wanted to go home, have a long hot bath with a clit stimulator, and pass out in her bed - preferably sleeping for days.

"Come here, Michael." She offered a place beside herself on the sunbed.

"Michael?! Have I done something wrong?" Mikey was scared, but complied.

"I'm actually in a good mood. A rewarding mood." She teased.

Mikey laid down beside her, and to his surprise, she removed his cock cage.

"Turn around. I want to finger your ass while you think about Larry. How was touching his chest?" She asked with her sweet voice.

"He's got firm muscles under there, you know…" He wanted to speak more, but Alex shoved three of her fingers into his mouth.

"Close your eyes and imagine that these are his fingers." She instructed.

"Those thick and rough fingers that are used to holding a gun and a knife. He's holding you from behind, rubbing his hard, warm cock between your cheeks. He tells you to suck his fingers good, lick them wet." She whispered in his ear.

While she was talking, she pulled up her skirt with his other hand, and started stroking her pussy. At first, the outside lips only. She circled her fingers around the gap between them.

"You feel his pulsating veins on your skin, his breath on your neck. Then he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, and wets your slutty little hole with them."

Alex imitated the story with her hand. Her fingers left Mikey's mouth, and went straight to his anus. She knew Mikey likes it rough, so she didn't bother with foreplay. She pushed two of those drool-covered fingers deep into her pet's ass, while biting his nape.

"How do you like his fingers, Mikey? His teeth on your skin? Is he rough enough for you? Tell him what to do, Mikey, he's new to this." She ordered.

"Rougher. Give me all three, all the way to the knuckles." Mikey panted. "Push them with force, like you want to fist my asshole to shreds."

She did as Mikey asked, and entered her own wet hole at the same time. She scooped some of her juices on them, and spread it on her clitoris. Soon, she was satisfying Mikey and herself to the same rhythm. 

"Is this how you like it? Hard and rough? Can you imagine his dick entering you? Imagine it, Mikey. He rams that rock hard, huge cock inside your tight little ass again and again and again." Alex kept the fantasy going.

"I saw his dick, it's not small. Rail me with that thick, hard dick, Larry! Fill my thirsty hole with your nut-milk." He begged.

"You want him that much, heh? He wants you too… To say his name again and again… As you touch yourself from the front… Call his name, Mikey… Call the name of the man fucking you." She demanded.

The first time Mikey said the name, something stirred inside Alex. Something good. She wanted to hear that name again. 

In fact, she wanted to hear nothing else. 

"Larry, fuck me hard, Larry… Fill me, Larry… Fill me to the brim… Larry… Larry… Larry… L-La-Laaarryyy" He moaned the name while cuming.

"That's… A good… little… slut." Panted Alex after she finished in silence too.

With her last effort, she covered both of them with a blanket. They both fell asleep, spooning on the sunbed.