His Master's Voice #4 (The Dollhouse Society)
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“Yes, boy, fight me,” Master said. “Fight me, if you can.”
I struggled against them, tossing my head, but they were too strong. All I could do was lie there, jerking and dancing with pain and pleasure while Master finger-fucked me, going deeper each time. He filled me, claimed me. And all I could do was endure it. Soon he had three fingers in me and I was making little mewing noises. Sir leaned over and gave me an upside down kiss, my cries going into him. His tongued filled my mouth the way Master’s fingers filled my sore, abused little hole—plunging in and out, in and out, until I could barely breathe.
My whole body was alive, was on fire. I came. And I came again. I came screaming for him. I screamed into Sir’s mouth, much to his pleasure. I drenched myself in my own release.
Wrung out, exhausted, I shuddered and fell back, now more pliant and submissive while Master mounted me and simultaneously reached for the front of his trousers. He forced my legs farther apart, grabbed one knee, and hooked it over his shoulder. I felt incredibly open and vulnerable while he took his enormous hard-on in hand, rubbing his eager prick against me like a toy. He snagged my pelvis in one hand, roughly angling it upward so he could take me at his leisure. I yelped against the sweating hollow of Master’s throat as he jerked his hips and skewered me upon that stiff erection.
Master growled and pistoned his hips so my body bucked with each brutal thrust. I cried out at the impacts, my whole body shuddering with the force of them. He ran his hands greedily over my face and chest, groaning and growling as he slammed his cock home inside me again and again. There was nothing romantic or even gentle about what he was doing. Taking me. Forcing me. I cried out, writhing with sweet torture, but he only bucked harder, wilder, jerking my hips up off the cement as he fucked into my body like a wild animal in the throes of heat and lust.
It was over quickly. I thrashed on the ground, whimpering and writhing. “Yes…dance for your Master’s cock, slut,” Sir whispered sinisterly in my ear. At the same time, Master’s back stiffened and his come jetted through me, almost painful in its intensity. Growling with pleasure, Master licked his lips like a villain and dismounted, then dragged me up and onto my knees by the hair. I cried out in sheer desire, but my whole body, wracked with delicious pain, hung limp in his grip.
They must have planned out everything tonight, because, together, they worked like a well-oiled machine. Master kept me down on my knees, a powerful arm looped around my waist to keep me in a semi-upright position while Sir undid his trousers and drew out his thick, weeping rod. It was ramrod straight and pulsed with precum. He sank his big hand in my hair and jerked my head back ungently. He steadied my head while he stuffed my mouth with all that meat.
God, he was so sexy, so powerful…so sure of himself. Taking him inside me at the party, in front of so many guests, had been challenging enough. Swallowing him down was nearly impossible, but I did my best. I wanted to please him.
I let him grip my hair painfully and guide my mouth up and down along his stone-hard erection. Meanwhile, Master pushed me roughly forward, canting my hips up so he could sink his hot cock inside me once more. He entered me with almost no resistance. The two started talking in Spanish again, their voices dark and lusty. Even though I had already been thoroughly filled and used, that first thrust left me in a delicious, thrilling cocoon of pain and pleasure.
“Such a pretty and obedient little slut,” Master said. He pulled out just until the head of him remained inside me. I took a quick breath, knowing what was to come. Leaning forward, Master dug his fingers deep into my hips and plowed all the way inside me, as far as he could go.
And I moaned. Sir jerked me up and down on his rod while Master slammed into me repeatedly, the two of them working in tangent now. Using me. Slaking their desires in my body. I jerked forward and back, caught between their ferocious male lust, trembling for it and reveling in it at the same time. Master came again with a cry, driving his seed deep inside my body. His heat filled me and brought me again and, this time, it was almost painful because I was so dry.
After that, Sir and Master traded places. Sir, the more experienced and wilder of my two Doms, pushed me down on my back, wrapped his hand around my neck to subdue me, and filled me with his heat and power. He needn’t have used such force. I was too tired to fight anymore. Just as he had wished, I danced wildly upon that thick, demanding cock of his.
It was terrifying and exhausting and cathartic and amazing. I could no longer make any coherent noises. I could only make little hiccups of sound as he plowed relentlessly into my sore and tired body, releasing all his dark, seething lust inside me. “Yes, my beauty, take it deep. Take it all,” he commanded and then roared with pleasure as that ramrod cock pulsed two times inside me.
My body could take no more stimulation and I felt my eyes rolling up in my head while my whole body seemed to take flight around me. I think I said something stupid like “I love you both” as I slipped out of his world and into subspace.
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I woke to the sound of the phone ringing, followed by the sounds of the silken sheets moving and the bed dipping as Master got up to answer it in private downstairs in his usual manner. I didn’t immediately move. I had fallen asleep in between my two masters, and Sir was still pressed to my back, his solid, lightly furred body molded to my back and ass, his arm curved around me, and his broad, strong hand clutching my pec possessively. I could feel him breathing roughly into my hair.
I waited. A few minutes later, I heard Master say something in German, his voice drifted up from the parlor, followed soon after by the front door opening and slamming as he went to chase after his man—Richard.
I could literally feel my heart falling inside me. How many times would he go haring off after the person on the other end of that line? I shifted around carefully, extradited myself from Sir’s grip, and got up. Throwing on a robe, I went downstairs to put the Keurig on. I knew I wouldn’t be getting back to sleep anytime soon.
I carried my cup with me into the parlor, where the dogs were all lounging around the crackling fire in the hearth, and sat down in Master’s wing chair. Georgie came over and rested is big head in my lap, giving me sad brown doggie eyes like he knew how much this hurt me. I petted him, trying not to cry. I was sick and tired of these phone calls, this other life that Master led that he wouldn’t tell me about.
“He should know how unhappy this is making me,” I told George, who thumped his tail in agreement. Master and I had shared each other’s fantasies over the past couple of weeks. We had both delved into our deepest , even darkest, desires. We were as intimate as two people could be, but I knew I wanted more out of this. I didn’t want to be just another boy of his. I wanted to share whatever was going on in his life.
I wanted Master’s heart. His loyalty.
And if he couldn’t, or he wouldn’t, give it to me…well, I still had Mr. Harrison’s card in my pocket.
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Jay Ellison lives in the big city with his partner and several rescue dogs. He writes m/m romantic erotica. To see all of the Courtesan Press titles, visit http://courtesanpress.wordpress.com.
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