“Pet, you know that you satisfy me immensely, but Dean’s pleasure must be a consideration now. Just relax and let it happen. Let Master Dean claim your ass. He is taking you no matter what, so you should try to enjoy it. Focus on pleasing me my dear and if you please me, then Dean will be pleased.”
With that, she guided his head back down between her legs, while Dean began a slow pounding of Scott’s ass. (Is this rape? I could have said cantaloupe. Do I really want this? I am not gay? What the fuck is wrong with me?) Scott continued to lap at his Mistress’s pussy as her legs squeezed his head in what seemed like to be one continuous orgasm. Scott was working on automatic pilot, licking and taking the cock in his ass. Dean’s cock was not that impressive and Mistress’s strap ons were bigger, but this was another man claiming his ass, taking it as he pleased. Dean’s cock barely massaged Scott’s prostate, but did manage to stimulate it. With his pace quickening and breath more rapid, Scott could feel Dean’s cock begin to pulse. Suddenly, Dean let out a groan as Scott felt a warm sensation enter his bowels and then a pop as Dean pulled out and flopped down next to Joan on the bed. Violated, taken, and humiliated, Scott never wavered from licking his Mistress to yet another eventual orgasm. Once she came violently on Scott’s face, she placed the sole of her right foot on his shoulder and guided Scott away. Stealing a glance at Dean, Scott saw a smug grin on his face, one of satisfaction and a knowing ownership. Dean grabbed Scott’s leash and pulled him to his now flaccid cock.
“CLEAN,” was Dean’s only command as he pulled Scott’s face toward his crotch. Scott resigned himself to clean him as quick as possible. Taking Dean’s flaccid cock fully into his mouth, Scott tasted the musty scent of his ass mixed with Dean’s cum. After sucking and licking it clean, the slave felt persistent pressure on the leash. Scott lapped Dean’s balls and inner thighs until there were no remnants of cum present. Slipping off the bed, Scott resigned himself to being the slave that he was, used and discarded. Meanwhile, Dean and Joan cuddled on the bed, petting each other, gently rubbing and stroking each other, and just enjoying their freedom to openly express their love for each other. They we softly talking to each other, but Scott heard nothing, retreating within himself, unsure why he did not use a safe word, why he did not exercise his aggressive Alpha side like when he was fucking Joan, why he still knelt at the foot of the bed, waiting, loathing, and anticipating his next task.
After about an hour of lying around and drifting in and out of sleep, Joan and Dean showered, dressed, and headed out of the room.
“Come!” was the simple command given and Scott followed obediently behind, trying to keep pace on all fours, as the two strode out. Joan waited for him at the bedroom door and as Scott exited the room, she struck him across the ass with her riding crop, followed by a second and third swat in succession, scurrying Scott out of the room and down the hallway. Joan’s wicked smirk was ear to ear, as continued to assault Scott’s ass with the crop, landing fifteen blows before she stopped and ordered him to kneel in his spot near the couch. With a glass of wine in her hand, Joan sat down with a satisfied feeling that Dean knew nothing about her letting Scott fuck her. How could he? She demonstrated her cruelty toward him and Dean was none the wiser. Plus, Dean took Scott’s ass, fucked him good, claimed it. He established his dominance and Joan was his territory, without a doubt. As Joan pet her slave’s head, Dean was active in the kitchen. He was putting together various platters of Hors d’ oeuvres, as he prepared for the party. Joan offered to help numerous times, but Dean declined and simply continued to top off Joan’s wine from time to time, as she relaxed on the couch, chatting with him about the future. Scott was ignored, to the point that Joan was no longer petting his head and even let his leash lay unattended over his left shoulder. Joan eventually joined Dean in the kitchen, helping somewhat, but mostly sporadically groping, kissing, and fondling him. After all was prepared, the couple cuddled together on the couch, lightly stroking each other’s body, relishing the down time together. Finally, Joan addressed Scott.
“Pet, we have some friends joining us tonight. It is a little party of sorts and you, along with some other slaves, will be serving us, as well as providing some entertainment. Dean and I have to decide on whether we intend to keep you, and tonight will provide some valuable information and experience toward that end. Once the guests begin to arrive, you may stand and remain standing while you greet them, serve them, and cater to their needs. You will treat any request from a guest like a direct request from one of us. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Scott replied with bowed head, chest already a swirl with anticipation and head beginning to become fuzzy.
“Good, any request that is made, you will fulfill. No one will ask you to do anything greater than what you have experienced thus far. All guests know how far your training has proceeded as we know the limits of the other submissives who will be here. Do not embarrass yourself or us by faltering, and understand that if we decide to take a female submissive to replace you, then you are certainly auditioning for the other Mistresses and Masters in attendance. Unless, of course you would rather just escape back to your vanilla lifestyle. You certainly were quite the stud just over a month ago my dear one. There are so many young ladies who have not had the pleasure of your beautiful cock.”
As Joan ended her sentence, Dean spoke up.
“Which brings up a very interesting point. Joan, is this slave as much mine as he is yours?”
“Of course darling, what’s mine is yours. You claimed his ass, in fact, there is probably cum still pushed up deep inside of him, stopped up by his anal plug.”
Immediately, Scott panicked. He was not dressed appropriately, well, although naked and still bound, he had his collar and leash, but he did not reinsert his plug. (OH FUCK! SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOING TO DO NOW?) Scott kneeled, head bowed, slightly shaking, knowing that some form of punishment would follow. Joan directed to stand, face away from the couch, and bend down and grab his ankles.
“HMMMMM, guess he is not trained as well as you believe,” Dean chortled.
“Slave, where is your butt plug???? Why do you defy me in such a way?” Joan shouted.
“I, I, I, uhhhhh, well, I, uhhhh, I f-f-f-forgot Mistress. After Master used my ass, I knelt down in my place, but forgot to place the plug back inside.”
“This is unacceptable, and it will not be tolerated. You will be punished for such an indiscretion. There is no excuse for such insolence. You probably ‘forget’ to wear your plug when you are not around me, when you feel you can do as you please. Well, tonight, we will make some things clear my pet, quite crystal clear,” Joan snorted with indignation and a venom that Scott had never heard before.
Joan had definitely changed since her announced engagement to Dean. She was harsher, less patient and tolerant, relegating Scott to more of a chattel than a subservient lover. In fact, other than earlier today, Scott had not enjoyed Joan’s body in a tender or carnal way in quite some time. But, even today was different as he fucked her with a vengeance, spitefully, so intent on controlling her with his cock that he did not cum, felt no sensation to cum, but was overtaken by the need to control her, use her, and rebalance the dynamic between the two. But, that would be all for nought with Dean’s next statement.
“So, my lovely fiancee, if what is yours is mine, then the slave has to follow my instruction and also has to answer my questions without hesitation, correct?”
“Of course my love, certainly, instruct him, or ask him anything and he will comply.”
“Okay, slave, your place is beneath me, to serve your Mistress and me, unwavering, and for our pleasure and not the pleasure of yourself. With that in mind, and the fact that Joan is my fiancee, I take umbrage with one aspect of your shared dynamic.”
Both Joan and Scott shared puzzled looks, while both guarding against revealing any hint of what transpired between the two of them earlier today.
“Why do you think that you have a right to fuck my fiancee?”
Scott froze, Joan gulped, and Dean stared at the toned and muscled slave kneeling on the floor. Scott did not move his head up a centimeter, not one twitch, staring at the ground, feeling the walls close in upon him, being engulfed by trepidation, anxiousness, and fear. Joan knew not to speak, as somehow Dean knew. Leaning back a bit on the couch, sipping, sometimes gulping her wine, she watched it unfold. Dean stood, grabbed the crop, grabbed Scott’s leash, and pulled him over the ottoman.
“YOU WILL NO LONGER FUCK MY FUTURE WIFE.” THWACK, the blow was electric and hard. It sent a sensation of pain and pleasure through Scott that he was unaware could pulse through his being.
“YOU WILL NEVER FUCK HER AGAIN. SHE WILL ONLY BE FUCKED BY ME. IF SHE WANTS TO USE YOUR COCK, FINE, BUT YOU WILL NEVER DISRESPECT ME BY TAKING HER.” THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK. Each directive was accompanied by a blow that was overwhelmingly harsh and biting, meant to hurt, meant to tear at his skin, meant to establish once and for all Scott’s place.
“YOU ARE A LOWLY SLAVE WHO SERVES. YOU ARE TO DO OUR BIDDING. YOU ARE TO SERVE WITH NO PLEASURE OF YOUR OWN. YOU WILL KNEEL TO US AS YOUR SUPERIOR OWNERS. YOU ARE NOTHING WITHOUT US.” THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK. The beating went on for another twenty more strokes and with each blow Dean relished the power he held over this young stud. Dean knew he was no match for Scott’s physical attributes, but he made up for it with experience, business savvy, and artful conversation. Still, at the heart of it was Dean imparting his will, his dominance, and simultaneously, putting Scott in his place. For Scott, the duality of extreme emptiness and supreme fulfillment was overbearing. He loathed being beaten by a lesser specimen of a male, yet he relished succumbing to a dominant person. Dean was taking more of Scott with each blow, as Scott’s will diminished, and his need to please grew stronger. Although this signified a finality of having Joan as any type of lover, it also marked his place in servitude. He would most certainly be a slave, nothing more, a plaything and servant, and strangely, through tears and cries from the pain, he smiled and relished his position.
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