by Lacey Kane
He immediately yanked on one of my tits, and I had to bite back a scream. Bradford glared at me, with those cold, hard, almost black eyes. “What was that?”
Belatedly, I remembered he was supposed to be called Master. I’d so rarely had my mouth free, it was hard to remember these things. “Yes, Master.”
“Excellent. Give me your ass.” He whipped the blanket off of me, and his fingers worked at the plug right away. He drew it in and out several times in a slow, rhythmic motion, before finally pulling it free.
While I was relieved, I also felt strangely empty.
Bradford stood again, his hard cock bobbing in the air before me. It was insane that, after the night I’d already had, I couldn’t help but lick my lips at the sight of that monster. What the hell was coming over me?
But he didn’t let me have his cock. “Time to move you up to the next size plug, I think, Fuck Toy. You handled that one very well for a beginner.”
I couldn’t stop my groan from coming out.
“Watch it, sugar,” Jones said, coming back into the room. He, too, was nude now, and his cock was standing at the ready. “We don’t want to gag you again right away, but we will.” He sat on the floor with his cock right before my mouth, his legs bent and spread on either side of me. “Go on. Start sucking.”
I didn’t need any more invitation than that, sick, sex-crazed Fuck Toy that I was becoming. I took the head into my mouth and started licking and sucking.
Instead of controlling my movements, he let me do as I would. I focused on the underside, drawing a pointed tongue along the insane length of him, when I felt Bradford return behind me. I tried to focus on the blow job I was giving and ignore the massive butt plug he was shoving up my ass, but that wasn’t all that easy to do.
Bradford rubbed a finger on my clit as he pressed the plug deeper, deeper. I moaned over Jones’s balls as I sucked them into my mouth.
When the plug went deeper than the previous one had and stretched me wider, I accidentally nipped the ball sac in my mouth, just a little brush of teeth. Really nothing, compared to what I’d been subjected to all night.
But he ripped his cock away from me. “I think, sugar, you will be getting a punishment tomorrow for that one. And trust me, you won’t like it.”
I took a breath, dreading what that might mean.
There was no time to worry about it now, as Bradford shoved the plug the rest of the way into my ass quickly, and the base hit me snug against the cheeks.
He stood up and looked to Jones. “So, how about a bedtime fuck and then we hit the sack? There’s a lot on the agenda for our Fuck Toy tomorrow.”
I looked up at them from on all fours. They were both stroking their cocks, staring down at me hungrily.
Then Bradford picked me up by the waist and carried me into another room. He tossed me onto my back on a bed. My head hit the metal bars of the headboard. Straddling me, he reached under my head and pulled out a leather collar that was attached to one of the bars and fastened it snugly around my neck. He climbed off me, and he and Jones each took one ankle still strapped to that confounded bar, and lifted my legs until they could hook the bar to the headboard as well. My wrists were attached to my ankles with leather cuffs. The spiked heels of my stilettos stuck up in the air at a wide angle.
Bradford went to a table by the door and came back with terrifying looking metal thing. “Since you think it’s nice to bite your Doms, Fuck Toy, you’re forcing me to do this.” He forced my mouth open and shoved the metal ring of it between my teeth. It had curved bars coming out from it, keeping it from moving at all. He secured it behind my head and then shoved his fingers through the hole it created, freely moving his fingers around in my mouth.
My jaw felt like it was going to be locked forever open. Good God, it hurt.
As Bradford climbed on top of me again, sitting his considerable weight on my chest, I heard something buzz to life behind him. The bed sank, Jones pressed his long cock all the way into my pussy, hitting the walls on first thrust, and then the buzzing Magic Wand pressed to my clit.
I moaned as Bradford shoved his dick into my mouth, this time easily getting it down past my gag reflex and into my throat.
As one, they started fucking the life out of me, ramming my pussy and reaming my mouth and vibing the shit out of my painfully swollen clit. My head repeatedly slammed against the bars of the headboard.
“Want to come again before bed, Fuck Toy?” Bradford asked as his cock pressed all the way into my throat and held there, taking away my ability to breathe again.
I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move to shake my head. Couldn’t believe I wanted another orgasm already, or that my body was capable of it. All I could do was moan.
“Let’s make her come, then.” Bradford reached behind him and pinched both tits.
Jones turned the speed of the vibe up to high and rammed my cunt like a freight train. His balls slapped against my ass, whacking the plug deeper with each thrust.
When I had to be turning blue from lack of air, Bradford finally let me take a breath. “Come, Fuck Toy.” He shoved his cock back into my throat and spilled his cum into me, Jones started spewing in my pussy, and my vision turned all sparkly just before everything went black.
I woke up later in bed with one of the two men, the plug still deep in my ass and a vibrating egg buried in my pussy. At least I wasn’t still attached to the headboard though. It was still dark, so I had no clue what time it was. I sure as hell didn’t want to wake up the Dom-for-the-weekend in bed with me to ask, because who knew what the fuck he’d do to me then.
So I lay there, aroused and uncomfortable as hell, and tried to get back to sleep.
He stretched an arm and it moved over me, landing on my hip. He pulled me back into him until his hard-even-in-his-sleep cock pressed against my ass. I tried to squirm away, but he only pulled me tighter to him and then ground his hips against me.
Every time he dry humped me, his cock nudged my butt plug, which then pressed against the vibrating egg in my pussy, and I had to struggle to keep from pushing my hips back against him.
He rolled us both over, him on top of me, his weight pressing my front into the mattress. Putting his legs on either side of my hips, he kept me locked into position as he continued to grind against me.
The added pressure of the mattress against the egg was almost too much to take. There couldn’t be any doubt anymore; whichever man this was, he was wide awake and enjoying every moment of tormenting me.
He worked his hands under my breasts and squeezed, and I moaned into the pillow, inadvertently squirming to get away from his touch. They were so damn tender.
“Be still, Fuck Toy, or I’ll pull that plug out and fuck your ass hard and long right now.”
So it was Bradford. Not really surprising.
Pressing a knee between my thighs to spread my legs, he reached down and pulled the egg out of my pussy. With no warning, he positioned the egg between the mattress and my clit, and drove his cock inside me to the hilt.
I bit down on my lip and buried my face in the pillow to keep from calling out. His cock was so thick, so wide, it stretched me deliciously.
He pulled out and thrust in again, taking up a slow, lazy, sleepy pace like Dustin would do on a Sunday morning when we didn’t have anywhere to be or anything important to do. For the most part, he just rocked his hips against me and let the vibrating egg do the work.
It didn’t matter. As aroused as I was, even a lazy ass bout of sex had me panting like a horny teenager.
When he moved his hands to my breasts again and kneaded, I gathered up my courage and took a chance.
“May I come, Master?”
I could almost feel him smiling sarcastically, with those cold eyes glinting. “No, Fuck Toy, you may not.”
Bradford started thrusting into me again, not too hard or fast, but each motion pressed my clit further onto the buzzing egg. Leaving my breasts, he moved his hands down to pull my legs farther
apart, stretching them out until I was nearly in a split over the bed.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled back on it as he pushed his cock into me repeatedly. The pressure built inside me, higher and higher with every moment.
“Please, Master,” I begged, not caring any longer who was fucking me or that I had to degrade myself to find pleasure. “Please, may I come?”
“No,” he ground out, even as he shot his load into me.
I couldn’t stop it, though. The warmth filling me, the buzzing on my clit, the huge cock that had just pounded me from behind…it was too much. I screamed into the pillow as my pussy convulsed around him.
Bradford grunted as he drained his load. He stayed right where he was, collapsed on top of me, his softening cock still inside my used and abused sex. Within minutes, he was softly snoring in my ear.
A long time later, I fell asleep again. I dreamed about whips and chains and fucking.
It was the sound of my own needy whimpers that woke me. I was on my back again with my wrists shackled to the headboard and my legs spread out in a split, stretched by my ankles. I had no clue what they were attached to. Couldn’t bother to figure it out right then, anyway. Nope, my attention was drawn to the tongues and teeth attacking both of my tits, and my clit too.
Wait a minute. That was too many sets of tongues and teeth.
I tried to lift my head to look down and see who was where, but my hair was attached to the headboard, just like my hands were. I could do nothing but take it, as tongues and teeth and hands drove me to the brink of insanity and kept me there.
My entire body was shaking with need by the time the two men at my breasts lifted their heads. Bradford kept a hand on me, squeezing and tormenting as he rose up to look in my face. “There’ve been some problems on another assignment, Fuck Toy. Jones and I are on our way to sort it all out. We’ll be back tomorrow to finish with you. In the meanwhile, Thornton here will be doling out your punishment for disobeying me last night, and continuing with the adventure your man bought for you. Well, once he’s had his fill of eating your sweet pussy, at least.”
Which, since I was on the brink of another insane orgasm, was probably about to happen, damn them all.
Jones sat down next to my head and brushed the hair away from my face. “You’ll call him sir. And you’d be well advised to do exactly what he says.”
I whimpered, on the verge of begging for the right to come. At that precise moment, Thornton removed his tongue, lips, teeth, and fingers and pulled away. I let out a groan of frustration, which Jones smothered with a kiss. He thrust his tongue deep into my mouth, almost like he was fucking me with it.
The butt plug, finally, was pulled free and it was almost enough to set me over the edge. My eyes flew open and I squirmed, but Bradford slapped one of my tits, hard. “Don’t you dare come again, Fuck Toy.”
Somehow, I managed to force my body to stop reacting. I couldn’t tell you how I did it, with the mass of tangled, enflamed nerves that seemed to be electrically charged.
Jones just kept kissing me, holding my head still with his insanely strong hands and even biting down on my tongue once when I struggled too much. Almost as soon as the plug was fully free from my body, Jones stopped kissing me and released my hair. Moments later, my ankles and wrists were pulled free, as well.
I groaned as I pulled my aching limbs in, curling up in a near fetal position.
“Tomorrow,” Bradford barked at me.
Before I knew it, he and Jones were out the door. I lay there, hoping beyond hope that Thornton would take pity on me and leave me like that for a bit.
That wasn’t going to happen though.
“Get up and let me inspect you.” His voice was even harsher than Bradford’s.
I rolled over, trying to get my limbs to cooperate. That was when I got my first good look at him. Thornton was easily six foot six and two hundred and fifty pounds of raw, tattooed, chiseled muscle, in a wife beater and a tight pair of jeans that showed off every bulge in his legs, plus the huge one between them. He looked like a freaking body builder, or maybe one of those professional wrestlers who was all brawn and no brain.
Something told me he wouldn’t like the ‘no brain’ part of that description.
“Get up before I pull you up by your hair, Slut.”
On shaking legs, I somehow complied. Once I was standing before him, he smacked my right breast hard.
“Arms behind your back, legs at least shoulder width apart.”
Maybe he was more like a drill sergeant. Thornton was barking off orders like crazy.
I put my arms behind my back and spread my legs like he’d commanded. As soon as I was in the position, his hands were all over me. He lifted my breasts into his hands as though weighing them, measuring the size of my nipples against his hard fingers. He shoved the flats of his palms over every inch of me. He forced my jaw open and shoved his fingers inside, almost like he was inspecting my teeth. And then what really took the cake was when he knelt down between my legs and examined every bit of my vagina (which he’d just been eating out, mind you) and my ass.
Through all of it, I did my best to maintain the position and not moan with the need I so desperately felt.
Without a word, he stood again and tossed me over his shoulder. By now, I knew better than to voice a protest. A minute later, he sat me down on a toilet in a massive bathroom. It was all decked out in marble and mirrors, and there were so many lights it was liable to blind me. I froze as soon as my bare bottom hit the cold toilet seat.
Not because I didn’t need to go. I did, now that I took the time to think about it. But because he hadn’t moved a muscle. He stood there staring at me, his massive arms crossed over his chest.
“I’m waiting,” he said a minute later, when I still hadn’t done anything.
Oh, God. He was going to stand there while I peed, watching. I’d never been so mortified.
I strained, pressing my eyes closed, and eventually a stream started. When I was done, I looked around for toilet tissue, but didn’t find any, so I looked up at him again questioningly.
“All done?” he barked.
I nodded, blushing furiously.
In a single movement, Thornton had me bent forward and was wiping my sex with a piece of toilet tissue he must have pulled from his pocket.
He didn’t let me go then, either. Instead, he carried me over to the huge shower and lifted my arms over head. There was a bar hanging from the ceiling, and he attached each wrist to the ends of it until I was stretched out almost on my tiptoes. The almost part didn’t last long. Thornton grabbed another bar from somewhere and attached my ankles to it, so that my legs were spread wider than shoulder width and I could barely touch the bottom of the shower floor with my toes.
He stepped away for a minute, leaving me hanging there by my wrists. The pain in my shoulders started to intensify, and I let out a moan.
I shouldn’t have.
“Would you rather we go back to the basketball court and handle your shower out there?” He stepped up behind me and pulled my backside to him, so I could feel the massive cock pressing into the small of my back. His hands were all over me, tweaking my nipples and sliding between my spread thighs to the ever-present flow of my juices. “I saw the feed, you know. And I have no problem with doing that. I just thought you’d like a warm shower to start your day. You know, before we get to your punishment and all.”
That was definitely not something I wanted, and I had no doubt he’d follow through on the threat. “No,” I mumbled.
A sharp slap struck the inside of my thigh, so I quickly corrected myself. “No, sir.”
“That’s a good Slut.” Thornton moved away from me then. He pulled on a cord, and my bar was lifted higher until I was spinning in a circle, suspended entirely by my wrists. Then he pulled a knob, and the water hit me. It rained down over me, nearly drowning me from above, hot to the point of almost scalding.
He lathered up a sponge wi
th soap and scrubbed me, much harder than was necessary, all over. As expected, he spent a lot longer than required on my entirely too sensitive areas. Then he shampooed my hair, careful to keep my head back so the soap wouldn’t end up in my eyes. When he finished with that, he brought out a razor and shaving gel, and shaved my armpits, my legs, and my pussy.
After he was done cleaning me, he took a few minutes to lather himself up as well, leaving me hanging by the bar with nothing to do but watch him. When he soaped his cock, it got bigger. Harder. Good God.
Finally, after we were both rinsed clean, he reached up to the cord again. I thought he was going to release me, but instead he lowered me hard and fast, until I landed with a smack on my knees. My arms were still held up high above me and the shower was still beating down on us both, but he brought my head forward and shoved his huge cock between my lips.
He thrust in and out, forcing himself deeper each time his hips pressed forward. I was surprised when he easily slipped past my gag reflex, enabling him to fuck my throat. Thornton didn’t last long. So much cum filled my throat and mouth I couldn’t keep it all in. It dripped from my lips and down my chin, and still he shot more into me.
When he was finally done, he held my head back beneath the shower and rinsed all of it off of me. Then he turned the water off and left me as I was.
A few minutes later, he returned dry and carrying a toothbrush. “Open,” he commanded, then shoved it inside my mouth to brush my teeth.
Once that was done, he unhooked me from all of my restraints and towel dried me so hard that my skin was red and shining. He ran a comb through my hair. Before I knew what was happening, he attached a dog collar around my neck and secured it with a lock.
Thornton stood back from me, then, looking me over from head to toe. “All right, Slut. Time for breakfast.”
Thornton hooked a leash to my collar and pulled me by it down the hall. From behind, I could see that even his ass was solid muscle. It looked as hard as the rest of them. I shivered but kept walking.
