Justin coughed quietly. “You can’t wait until we get there?”
“Nope,” Celeste said firmly. She smiled in contentment as she sucked gently on his tip, moving her tongue expertly over it. She knew how sensitive he was there, and she was using it against him, lapping gently at the bundle of nerves in his frenulum before sliding his cock further past her lips. He moaned as she sucked him off, watching her intently in the rear-view mirror, his eyes never leaving those perfect plump lips as his heart started to race. Celeste smiled around her mouthful as the pulsing cock twitched on her tongue. She moaned so low and soft that it was a borderline purr, taking his dick as deep as she could without choking, working her tongue over the base until he was gritting his teeth to keep quiet.
He was so enamored with the feeling of her mouth that he almost forgot why she’d even have to put it away, and the feeling of her suddenly pulling it out of her mouth and tucking it back between her tits was uncomfortably jarring. He startled out of his fog as Megan hopped back into the car, just in time to see Celeste toss him a wink before he started driving again.
The journey was decently quiet for the next few minutes, thankfully, with both girls busy with their phones and Justin focused on the road. Megan had taken the shotgun seat so that they could both stretch their legs, and Justin’s boner had subsided by now, though he’d enjoyed being played with during their impromptu pit stop, he also enjoyed finally being able to pay attention to the road.
Maybe he’d gotten comfortable a little too soon.
His hands suddenly gripped the steering wheel tight as he felt something warm and wet against his tip. He glanced into the rear-view mirror at Celeste, who, as far as he could guess, was rubbing his tip between her pussy lips. Her seat was right behind Megan’s, so she remained completely undiscovered by her best friend, who was currently scrolling through her phone obliviously. Knuckles turning white, he reached up and adjusted the mirror ever-so-slightly, catching a glimpse of Celeste’s lust-clouded eyes as she smirked at him. Fuck, how was he supposed to drive like this?
He groaned as the evil girl pushed his cock deeper, once again teasing him inch by inch. Her pussy muscles worked around him in a glorious rhythm, milking him for every drop of precum that he was already leaking. It was warm and wet and so fucking tight… he bit his lip hard enough that he almost drew blood, trying not to groan out loud as the steering wheel threatened to slip from his sweating palms. He hoped his struggle to keep it in place was silent and unnoticeable, unsure how he could possibly explain it to the unwitting Megan. Hell, how would Celeste even be able to explain it? “Yeah, I just use my boyfriend’s magically cut-off dick and balls as a dildo sometimes. No matter if it’s right behind you instead of at least waiting till we get to the cabin.” Bullshit.
Justin stifled a low, drawn-out moan as she pushed his dick all the way in, steadily, agonizingly slow. He’d give anything to act on his most primal instincts and just fuck her silly, but even if he could pull over and bang her right now, his dick was still completely in her hands. Still, the primal urges gave no heed to his smooth front – the animalistic need to pin her to that back seat and fuck her until she screamed his name to the skies was intense and overwhelming.
And yet, unappealing.
Sure, his first instinct was to dominate. But truly, really, he wanted to serve. He wanted to please her. As his girlfriend sat there behind her best friend, her yoga pants pulled down just enough to reveal her wet pink pussy to his fleeting glances, he realized just how badly he wanted to submit to her. Maybe it was just the fact that she had complete and total control over his manhood, and that she’d had control since the very beginning. He loved it, truly, and it was his biggest fucking desire to just give himself over entirely.
This time, as his tip slid almost all the way out of Celeste’s pussy before being stuffed roughly back into her hot depths, Justin couldn’t suppress the low moan that pushed past his lips. Megan looked up, to his dismay, and studied him curiously. “What’s with you?” she questioned.
Celeste pulled his dick out of her cunt rather unceremoniously and giggled. “He just can’t take the heat,” she teased, presenting the cum-covered member to her best friend.
Justin’s face flushed with embarrassment, and he nearly swerved on the thankfully-empty snowy road. His eyes darted back and forth between the road and the two girls in his car, one of which was currently holding out his severed cock all too casually. He reached out with one hand, swiping for his dick. “Celeste, put it away!” he screeched, though his efforts were fruitless, and he only managed to smack his own balls hard enough to make him grunt with pain. Even if Megan somehow hadn’t seen the dick in Celeste’s hand, his reaction was extremely suspicious anyway.
But Megan didn’t seem bothered. In fact, she seemed amused, as if this wasn’t the first time she’d seen his dick, detached or otherwise. In the same moment that he noticed Megan’s amusement, he winced as Celeste suddenly grabbed his balls hard, her nails digging into the sensitive skin. His teeth were grinding uncomfortably against each other as his hand flew back to the steering wheel, steadying the vehicle.
“Relax,” Celeste said firmly. “Megan knows, okay? I told her ages ago.” Her other hand gripped his shaft, and she twisted both hands in opposite directions, slowly, threateningly. “And guess what that means? We own you now. You have to do everything we say!” The last sentence trailed off in a sing-song tone as she slid gracefully across the backseat, riding up behind him and rubbing one hand up and down his bicep, the other gripping tighter on his shaft. “We don’t wanna have to hurt you, so… you’ll do what we say, right?”
With a nervous gulp, Justin nodded. He knew his place for the next two weeks – he was nothing but their toy.
Soon, they arrived at the cabin, and Justin was grateful for the lapse in their teasing. He helped them carry their bags in as well as his own, and entered the cabin with a heavy stomach and a pounding heart, knowing he was lined up for a lot of pain.
The cabin was cold, but it was nothing a little fire in the fireplace couldn’t fix, and he flopped down onto the soft couch in the main living room with a huff. He could at least try to enjoy himself before the next fourteen days of torture, right? He closed his eyes for a bit, barely responding when one of the girls handed him something soft and sweet-smelling. “Here,” Megan said, “I was saving these for when we got here.” Justin was tired enough that the strange comment barely registered, and he opened his eyes just enough to quickly examine what she’d handed him.
It was one of those macaron things that he knew some girls gushed over; two small, white-and-red cake-like cookies with a dollop of cream sandwiched between them. A little feminine for his taste, but he was hungry anyway, and didn’t want to wait for something to be cooked, so he popped the sandwich in his mouth without a second thought. It tasted of strawberries and cheesecake, the cream filling smooth on his tongue. He smiled contentedly and leaned back in his seat, breathing a heavy sigh as he swallowed the treat.
He wasn’t sure how long he stayed there, but it took him a moment to notice that the world around him and slowed and blurred, and that his chest was rising and falling more rapidly, fighting for every shallow breath. He opened his eyes a little to see Celeste and Megan’s distorted figures join him on the couch, their hands feeling like the most euphoric smoke as they ghosted over his chest and arms and thighs, truly feeling him up like they couldn’t wait to touch him anymore. Distantly, he realized he’d been drugged, but somehow, he didn’t care. This is my purpose, his dazed mind told him, to serve them however they please.
Their excited giggles were the last thing he heard before his vision faded, and the world around him went silent and dark.
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Justin was never sure how long he was knocked out for, but he knew he preferred the comfortable slumber to his current situation. The forced sleep had been calm and dark and warm, in great contrast with his cold nakedness and the stabbing, fiery pain at the base of his cock that startled him awake with a scream through gritted teeth. Still in the limbo between sleep and consciousness, he tried to flinch, but found that his wrists and ankles were bound to something. He must be tied to a chair, but he wasn’t sure why. He opened his eyes to a thankfully-dim cabin – too much light would’ve hurt his eyes, and the only thing that illuminated the little cottage was the golden-orange glow of the crackling fireplace. What the hell was that? he wondered, his dick still stinging.
Megan and Celeste’s naked figures came into view as his sleepy haze disappeared, and for a moment he was able to dismiss the pain as he stared at them. They were both so fucking gorgeous. Celeste was slender and petite, her handful-sized tits sitting perfectly against her thin frame; Megan’s wide hips and fat tits were completely novel to him, her thick thighs making him yearn to split them and write his name over her clit with his tongue. They were smiling brightly at him, holding his detached cock between them. Megan was holding it by the balls, her other hand gently supporting his tip, and Celeste was holding some thin, shiny silver thing. She twisted it – and he yelped again, white flashing behind his eyes as pain seared through his pelvis.
They had pierced his cock.
Celeste took hold of his cock to allow Megan to walk towards him, and he leaned away from her as best as he could, horrified. “Morning, sleepyhead,” Megan teased. “Glad to see you’re finally awake.”
“What the fuck are you doing to me?” Justin choked out, sweating at the pain in his cock.
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