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Epilogue

Jasper's POV

I was delighted to be on the island. The surrounding scenery had a magical touch to it. Even the colors were brighter, and the air buzzed with the intense vibe of life and joy. Breathing was easier.

It seemed I would never get bored, with Emmett being turned into our new anal rock star and Edward going through a training program. Seeing their happy faces filled my heart with content. I was honored to be the Doc's assistant in both enterprises.

Since we arrived on the island, he had given up on calling me 'son', which I was grateful for. I could never get used to being called his son; not only because I'd grown up without a father, but because I wanted Carlisle to be my partner, my equal. We were simply Carlisle and Jasper. We had sex once or twice a week, and although I needed it to be more often, I couldn't demand it - Carlisle was preoccupied with our well being.

Edward, on the other hand, occasionally called him 'Sir', and Carlisle seemed to be very pleased by the title. Edward himself was addressed as 'boy', and most of the time he was the 'good boy', which sent him into his goofy version of paradise. Other times, he was labelled a 'bad boy',which immediately resulted in him lowering his head and awaiting a punishment. He always seemed eager to be disciplined, and that's why he was assigned to a training program.

~"~

It was our fourth day here when the Doc summoned me to his room and asked me to close the door behind me.

"Sit down, Jasper. I need your help, again." He told me about his plans regarding the other two.

My part in Edward's training was to be the Doctor's tool, figuratively speaking.

Back then, on day four, Carlisle had shown me what I was expected to do.

"For once, I need you to be absolutely obedient and pretend I am your Master, Jasper. I'm never going to ask you to repeat this role play in the future, but I want to be sure you know how you're affecting Edward. You have to learn how it feels to be restrained, and where the boundary is to the pain you can inflict. I am not asking you to enjoy it, but if you do, all the better. Will you do that for me? "

He knew me so well already; the smirk on his face showed he knew the answer. Just to make things clearer, my cock jumped to life, attracting Carlisle's attention. His smirk transformed into a huge grin.

"Shall I call you 'Master'?" I asked, already imagining scenes. My breath caught in my throat.

"'Sir' will do. You ready?"

I nodded and did my best to wipe the smile off my face.

"Good. Get rid of those clothes then. If I do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, just say. Don't hesitate to stop me, especially if you hurt too much. Understood?"

At that moment, I no longer felt like smiling. This was serious."Yes, sir." I removed my clothes and stood in front of him, not knowing what to do further. He was dressed and didn't make an effort to get to his feet. He remained in his armchair, legs crossed, his back comfortably aligned with the recliner. He scrutinized me.

"Stand still," he ordered.

I shivered. The air in the room was thick. I was incredibly aroused, but didn't realize it until my cock begged for attention, slightly twitching. I stood naked for a good minute, and he didn't blink, his eyes following every curve of my body.

He licked his upper lip and abruptly stood up. My head followed his movement across the room but I was stopped by his harsh voice. "I said, stand still. Look straight ahead."

I chose a spot on the wall to look at and waited. Behind my back, a cabinet door opened and closed. He approached me, and a hand rested on my shoulder.

What happened next triggered a flash of panic. He blindfolded me, but it was not a cloth; it was a heavy, leather thing that felt like a mask. No light could pass through, and I was blind and disorientated. I choked, and immediately felt Carlisle's hand in my hair, grazing the skin on my temple.

"Something wrong?" he asked in a hushed voice. I shook my head, regaining my composure. Next, his hands were on my biceps, the slight pressure suggesting I was to move my arms backwards. "Cross your wrists", he quietly ordered. I did my best to do it without giving up my excitement. I had actually enjoyed the time he restrained my arms, back in his house. I stood for a moment, my hands behind my back, listening to his movements. Something clinked, and to my surprize, I felt metal over my skin. My wrists were in handcuffs - no shreds of bedsheet this time. The Doctor was playing another game.

"We're moving on with Edward's favorite. I'm only going to keep them on you for a couple of minutes, but for Edward, that would be at least ten. These are adjustable, and I will secure them so they don't fall off. For Edward, I'll screw tighter."

I felt his fingers on my left nipple while he spoke. He pinched and rubbed until it hardened. "Take a deep breath and hold it in." I did what I was told. Metal jaws bit my skin. An unexpected wave of pleasure travelled through my body, starting from my toes and reaching my ears. "Exhale now," he commanded, and then again I was ordered to take in another deep breath. My other nipple was pinched and bitten by the metal jaws. I couldn't help but exhale sharply, not waiting for the command. I panted heavily, waves of pain and pleasure hitting my brain and making me dizzy. The clamps felt heavy and cold. I assumed there was a metal chain connecting them, as the coldness rest over my chest.

"Kneel."

I did as I was ordered. I gulped several times, waiting for what was to come next. My mind ran a thousand miles an hour, picturing the Doctor producing a cane, or a whip, or whatever his sinister program included. To my surprise, I heard the shuffle of his footsteps in front of me, and smelled the fabric of his clothes near my nose.

Velvety moisture touched my lips, and I couldn't believe he was about to kiss me. The wetness felt strange and made me wonder what exactly I was feeling. It soon became clear how mistaken I was. Smooth skin pressed to my lips, parting them, and I realized what I was tasting was pre-cum. His cock invaded my mouth and his voice ordered, "Serve me, boy."

He tasted good. I sucked and licked, but he only let me do it for no more than a couple of minutes. My cock was painfully throbbing by the time I was ordered to get to my feet. I wished I could reach and touch myself. My wrists flinched, but to no avail. I was still restrained with my handcuffs, and I was powerless.

Another piece of metal traveled across my skin. Something cold was rolled from my chest down to my crotch. The Doctor was playing with me, sending another wave of shivers through my body, until the sensation of the sliding metal object reached the base of my cock. The Doctor's hand grabbed my shaft, but I didn't have the time to thank God for the moment of pleasure. A sharp click announced the metal object had been clasped. It now surrounded the base of my cock and was terribly uncomfortable.

"Whoa."

"Shush. It doesn't hurt, I promise. It'll keep you from coming while I fuck you. Now, breathe in and hold your breath again."

I was close to disobeying, but remembered what my assignment was; that whatever he did to me, I would be doing to Edward. I needed to know the sensations first hand. I inhaled and waited.

My nipples felt like they were being ripped from my body when he pulled, and I swore I saw stars. I dizzily followed when he led me using the makeshift harness the chain of my nipple clamps represented. I was pushed, and losing my balance, I landed on the desk, laying on top with my cuffed hands uncomfortably strangled to one side.

The Doctor tugged at the chain once again, and when I whimpered, he said, "I'm going to remove them now," and my nipples were freed, one by one. They burned and throbbed with the flood of blood. So did my cock.

I was entering an utterly unknown state of mind. Behind my blindfold, my eyes were squeezed shut. My lips were partially numb. Thre was a tiny noise in my ears, as if I could hear the blood coursing through my veins. I breathed unevenly. I was aroused like I had never been before.

"You crave to be fucked, little slut," a voice whispered in my ear. My body involuntarily shook. I admitted to myself that was exactly what I wanted, to be fucked, and fucked hard. I wasn't sure I was a slut, but I really needed to be full, so I begged.

"Please." A single word, together with my elaborated breath, escaped my lips.

"Please what, slut?"

"Please fuck me, Sir."

Without another word, Carlisle's hands grabbed me. In one harsh movement, he spun me around, my feet on the ground, my chest pressed to the desk. His hand was buried in my hair, pulling. "Say it again, boy."

"Please fuck me, Sir." I whined.

I heard him preparing himself with a condom. In the next moment, he applied lube to my hole. I was shaking, I couldn't breathe. When he pressed the tip of his cock to my entrance, I moved backwards, urging him to be quick.

That's when he slapped my ass. I didn't like that at all.

"You're not to move, am I clear?"

I could only master "Yes, Sir" through my teeth and froze in my spot, not knowing what to expect.

The penetration was slow, torturing. He moved in and out with deliberate leisure until I couldn't stand his pace any more and thrust my ass against him once again. Expecting another blow to my asscheek, I was surprised to feel his cock buried deeper inside of me. He pumped me in earnest until I was a total mess. Carlisle grumbled behind me. He pulled at my hair once again, his other hand drawing lines over my hip, and with a few last thrusts, I knew he was coming undone. I needed to come, too. My body screamed 'Come!', but I couldn't.

"I know how badly you want it, boy," Carlisle said, as if reading my mind. "But you'll come when I say. Now, that's the lesson Edward has to learn. He won't be allowed to ejaculate unless he does it at my will. He won't be allowed to seek pleasure by deliberately making me punish him. I intend to be the witness of his improvement, and you'll be my tool. Every time I restrain him, you'll be the one to clamp, fuck, spank, and talk dirty to him. I'll only control the timing. If that's okay with you, I am going to remove the ring from your beautiful cock and give you some quality time. What do you say?"

His hand smoothed my hair. Contentment and calm overtook me. I said I was alright with his plan, and waited.

All pieces of metal were unclasped and taken away. My wrists hurt, but that was nothing compared to the immense wave of pleasure that engulfed me when my cock was set free. My blindfold stayed, though. Every nerve in my body was singing, and the lack of vision doubled my euphoria. I was swung once again by Carlisle's strong arms to sit on the edge of the desk, and was comforted and supported in a most caring way. He assisted me while I found leverage to hold a still position.

Then he locked his lips around the head of my cock, tugged gently at my balls, and did one single movement with his tongue. That was enough for me to shoot the load I had accumulated for what seemed an eternity. He swallowed it all.

~"~

My next duty was to pop a cherry. As soon as my knees stopped shaking. I left Carlisle's room and headed outside. I'd made a promise to Emmett to be gentle, and I intended to keep it. I was going to make him love it. I only wondered if I could make myself last more than a minute, considering how aroused I was. Every sensation from my time with the Doctor replayed in my head - I knew I'd remember for a very long time. But now, I had to do something for Emmett, and do it properly.

I knew I had to include Edward in my plan, so I searched for him first. I found him in the living room, watching TV. He agreed to my idea, a smile plastered on his face and growing wider with my description of our next actions. We were to seduce Emmett into a threesome and put him in the middle.

Emmett was napping in his room. Waking him was not an easy job. He growled and reached for my leg, trying to make me lose balance and fall to the ground. I fell indeed, but chose it to be in his bed, not on the hard floor. To his disappointment, I rested my weight on top of him, pressing him under my body. He protested, but I quickly silenced him with a deep kiss and a palm stroking the front of his briefs.

"Wanna play some?" I asked. He smiled groggily and pursed his lips.

"You can have sex any time, any place, right?" he joked.

I confirmed by pressing my palm even harder to his growing cock. I placed another quick kiss on his lips and said, "I'm always ready for your tight hole, babe. Plus, I have a special activity arranged for you today."

As we planned beforehand, Edward knocked on the door and peeked inside the room. "Wanna play some?" He repeated my words, so it dawned on Emmett nothing was left to the chance.

"Here, that's my surprise for you, Em," I said and straddled him. "You can't run. Edward needs you. I need you. Be good."

He realized I was serious. Scratching his forehead, he looked me straight in the eye and hissed, "Make sure you do it right."

"Of course, I will." I pulled his waistband down. "There's always a first time, remember. Now, can I suck your cock, please?"

He agreed too easily. If the huge devil thought he was going to sneak out of this, he was terribly wrong.

I did fairly well with the blowjob. Emmett was enjoying himself, huffing and puffing, and shifting his body from time to time in attempts to reach deeper in my throat. It was impossible to take his whole cock in the position we were in, so I asked him to switch places. He could now fuck my mouth while I rested my head on the pillow. His balls hit my chin more than once, and I knew that was bringing him to the edge.

Edward knelt behind him. His bronze hair disappeared from my field of vision, and soon, I heard the noises of him licking and sucking Emmett's balls. Emmett roared. That was my signal to rearrange our positions, so I asked them both to get fully undressed, and then hold still for a while and wait for me. Once I was naked for a second time that day, I reached inside my pants pocket and removed the items I'd stocked there earlier.

"Lube," I announced, holding the tube up and joining them on the bed. On my other palm lay several packs of condoms and my choice of sex toy for the day. "We're gonna need these, too." I smiled to reassure them everything was planned perfectly.

"Let's get Edward ready, shall we?"

I passed the tube to Emmett and waited for him to spread the amount he needed over Edward's hole. I was the one to roll a condom over his shaft, and then I stood and observed as Emmett's cock disappeared slowly and deliciously into Edward's body.

I watched, mesmerized, and used my time to thank God for the beautiful men I had to spend my lifetime with. They were magnificent; Edward on his back with his knees over Emmett's broad shoulders. I could drink in the view forever. Emmett's ass moved back and forth, hypnotizing me. Edward produced tiny whimpers, and they both panted and started sweating.

My time had come. I poured a generous amount of lube over my fingers and reached for Emmett's hole. 'It's now or never,' I thought, and pushed my forefinger in. Emmett's own movements made my finger slide in and out. He didn't stop the motion of his body, which was a good sign, so I added a second and waited for his reaction. Just as the previous time, he didn't object. He was too engulfed in his own pleasure of fucking Edward to notice I attempted a third finger. I was midway in when he convulsed his asscheeks, signalling he was uncomfortable. I withdrew my hand.

It was time for the Copper Swirl Butt Plug to come into action. I picked this one because it looked the most innocent and friendly among Carlisle's collection of toys. It was one of the smallest, and it was squishy. It was colored to correspond to its name, and was called a swirl plug because it had a beautifully outlined edge which spiralled from its top to the base around its whole length. Since the moment I laid my eyes on it, I was sure Emmett would feel wonderful while I screwed it inside his body. A genius created that plub.

"Can you stop for a while, Em? Please, take a look at my hand. I'm going to use this thing on you." I waved the Copper Swirl before his eyes. He nodded, and I mentally congratulated myself for the choice of toy. It did look friendly.

"Lower your body a little and stick your ass up, please, and you can go on fucking him, just slower so I don't lose the touch."

Emmett pressed his chest forward as close to Edward's body as possible. I took a few more seconds to watch as he slowly, so slowly, moved in and out of Edward. I couldn't make myself stop ogling the spot where their bodies were joined.

Emmett's hole moved before my eyes, tempting me to finally act. I covered the artistic toy with a copious amount of lube and pressed the tip to my target. I screwed very carefully. I could only imagine the sensation Emmett was going through; I even felt a little envy.

Too soon, the toy was halfway in, and I knew he was alright, because he didn't even flinch. Halfway in meant I'd reached the widest part. If he took it all, that would be proof he was ready to take me. I continued screwing and watched in awe the way his body adjusted to the curves and width of the toy. There it was, the moment when I had pushed all of it in, only the huge base sticking out of that beautiful hole. I removed my hands and enjoyed the result of a job well done. Emmett was fucking Edward, the toy nested in his ass, preparing him for my penetration.

"Tell me how you feel, Emmett," I whispered, praying not to ruin the moment. I had to be sure he was okay. He grunted in response and quickened his pace. "Slow down, please." I asked. He turned to me, and I noticed the most beautiful and comforting smile adorning his lips.

"I'm okay. Go on, now. Fuck me."

I didn't wait for him to ask twice. I busied myself removing the Copper Swirl, unscrewing it gently, until its tip came out with a pop. Emmett's hole was slightly gaping, inviting me in. I silently encouraged myself to make it slow, not wanting to frighten him. I dressed my cock as quick as possible, and applied more lube to the awaiting entrance.

Shit, it felt nice. That virgin ass clenched around me, warm and tight. As soon as I entered him, I forgot I needed to be careful, he felt so fucking good. He moved slowly above me, then stilled, and I knew he didn't want to lose contact with Edward.

I gave a push to his shoulders, urging him to start moving again. He went on fucking Edward, and I adjusted myself to his pace. My thighs burned from the uncomfortable position, but hell, it was worth it. In a few seconds, I was all the way in. It became clear he enjoyed it. I did my best to hit his prostate and show him all the beauty of being fucked in the ass.

I kissed his ear, his neck, his shoulder, and whispered to him, "You feel magnificent."

My thighs were trembling, but I didn't want to ruin this. I wondered what to do next, but couldn't come up with an idea of how to rearrange things without breaking contact. I wouldn't have a second chance to stick my cock into Emmett if I withdrew. He would be sore, and I didn't want to hurt him.

Dr. Cullen came to my rescue. Of course, he was watching, and of course, he knew what it meant to be inside someone for his first time. He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself under my thighs, supporting my legs with his hands. To my surprise, he chose that moment to lick my balls, and sent me to heaven. I felt the familiar burn in the lower part of my stomach, and knew I was going to come soon.

"Carlisle, Emmett, Edward…" I huffed. "I'm coming. Shit, I'm coming!"

That was my second orgasm for the day, both so powerful I thought I was going crazy. I emptied myself inside Emmetts body, and collapsed beside the Doctor. I lazily watched as he reached for Edward's cock, and the other grabbed his own. He pumped both shafts simultaneously. Emmett was fucking Edward hard, both their eyes closed. I once again spoke to the Gods in praise of the beauty of these men. They came together.

We all needed some time to even our breathing.

Finally, Carlisle spoke. "I am happy I have all this recorded." He chuckled at our bewildered expressions. "No worries, our home videos are not leaving the walls of this house."

We lay in bed until Emmett's stomach announced it was dinner time.

"Come on, boys, let's go eat. I've cooked Italiano." The Doctor was the first to sneak out of the room and into the kitchen. He served us dinner. The food was delicious - he was a great cook.

He was good at everything.

He was good, the man we called our Benefactor.

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