Chapter 10: Day before Daniel
Ethan proceeded to fuck his slaves into the evening, enjoying the unique delight of each one. He cleaned them up, excluding Brad, and they prepared for bed. He pulled Tia and Titsy into bed with him while Brad looked on, clearly unsure of his place. “Brad, come here,” Ethan ordered.
Brad reluctantly approached the bed, his eyes on the three naked bodies.
“Kneel,” Ethan commanded. Brad obeyed, kneeling beside the bed.
“You’ve done well today. You’re better than you’ve ever been because I took you and made you my bitch. But you haven’t earned my bed yet, not the way these two have. So you’re going to sleep at my feet, humping that little cocklet against them while you fall asleep for me. And it’ll be the best rest you’ve ever had because you know you’re doing it for your master.” Ethan’s voice was thick with dominance as he ordered Brad to hump his cocklet against his foot while the others slept. Brad’s eyes flicked up to meet Ethan’s, and he saw the pure power and control in them. He knew better than to question or disobey.
“Yes, Master,” Brad muttered, his cheeks flushing with humiliation and arousal. He had never felt so debased, so owned, and yet so… at peace. He had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted Ethan. He wanted to please him, to serve him, to be his. He wanted to be his everything.
He crawled around to the foot of the bed and pulled himself up, positioning his tiny cock against his master’s foot. He began to roll his hips and hump. God, it was so humiliating, humping against another man’s foot while his hot wife and her best friend sleep naked beside him. He’d never felt more degraded or more aroused. It was perfect. The sight of his former bully reduced to humping his foot like a pathetic little puppy, while his wife and her friend slept soundly beside him. Ethan could feel the power coursing through his veins, the sense of control and dominance over these three pathetic souls. He loved it, and he knew he could do anything to them, make them do anything.
He looked down at Brad, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "You look so fucking pathetic, Brad. Humping my foot like a little puppy. But I know you love it, don't you?
Being my little bitch, humping my foot while the others sleep. Look at you. You're getting hard, aren't you?" Ethan taunted, watching as Brad's cock clit began to swell and harden against his foot.
Brad moaned softly, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal. "Yes, Master. I'm sorry, I can't help it. You make me feel so... so dirty."
Ethan grinned, his eyes gleaming with dark pleasure. "That's right, you little slut. You love being dirty for me, don't you?
You love being used like this."
Brad moaned again, his cock clit throbbing against Ethan's foot.
Ethan smirked, his eyes gleaming with dark pleasure. He could feel the power he had over Brad, the way he was completely at his mercy. He loved it.
“And I want to be clear, Brad. You don’t cum without permission and you’re not to bother your master with pathetic begging while he’s resting. You’ll go to sleep edging and wake up edging. You’ll love it.”
Ethan smirked as he watched Brad’s cheeks flush with humiliation and arousal. “In fact, I’m going to make it a rule. Every night, you’ll sleep at my feet, humping my foot, dreaming of the day I let you cum.”
Brad whimpered, the humiliation and arousal combining into a potent mix that made his cock clit throb painfully.
I understand," he mumbled, his voice barely audible.
Ethan chuckled darkly, the sound low and dangerous. "You will, or you'll find yourself in a world of pain. Now, be a good little bitch and hump my foot until you fall asleep."
Brad nodded meekly, his hips moving slowly against Ethan's foot. He looked up at his former bullying victim, now his master, and saw the smug grin on his face. He knew that Ethan was enjoying this, that he was reveling in the power he had over him.
And for some fucked-up reason, the thought of it was making his tiny cock clit throb with arousal. He couldn’t help but feel a perverse sense of excitement at the thought of being reduced to nothing more than a pathetic little bitch, humping his master’s foot for his pleasure.
He closed his eyes and let the sensation of his cock clit rubbing against Ethan’s foot take over. He remembered the taste of his master’s cum in his mouth, the feel of his cock in his ass. He remembered the way Ethan had used him, the way he had degraded and humiliated him.
And yet, here he was, willingly humping his master's foot, eager to please him, desperate to make him happy.
It was fucked up, really fucked up. But he couldn't deny the way it made him feel, the way his body responded to the humiliation and degradation. He could feel his tiny cock clit throbbing against Ethan's foot, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.
He ground his hips against Ethan's foot, his cock clit aching with need and desire. He could feel the friction building, the pleasure growing with each thrust of his hips. He slowed his pace, knowing he was completely barred from cumming and he knew better than to test that. Besides, making his master happy was worth more than any orgasm. He looked up at Ethan, his eyes filled with adoration and submission. "I live to serve you, Master." he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Ethan smirked down at him, his eyes gleaming with darkness. "Good little bitch," he said, his voice thick with lust and dominance. "You'll learn to control yourself, to edge and hold back. And eventually, you'll sleep like them, sharing my bed, my body. But for now, you'll sleep here, at my feet, humping my foot and dreaming of the day I let you cum. Now, go to sleep. I want my bitch rested. You’ll find it’s easier than you’d expect to edge yourself to sleep."
Brad nodded, his hips moving steadily against Ethan's foot.
He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of his cock clit rubbing against Ethan's sole. He could feel the heat radiating from his master's skin, the rough texture of his foot. He let out a soft moan, the pleasure building with each slide of his body.
Eventually, it was morning and Brad awoke slowly to see everyone watching him continue to hump his master’s foot, his cock clit throbbing from 8 straight hours of stimulation. It was a humiliating way to start the day and it just made him harder. He knew Ethan would be pleased to see him like this, eager and ready for anything.
“Good morning, Brad,” Ethan said, his voice low and dark. His eyes were fixed on Brad’s tiny cock clit, barely contained by the shorts he’d been made to wear.
“Good… good morning, Master,” Brad stammered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal.
“Did you enjoy sleeping at my feet last night?” Ethan asked, his voice thick with lust.
“Yes, Master. It was… it was very pleasurable,” Brad said, his voice barely audible.
He looked up at Ethan, his eyes filled with adoration and submission. “I want to serve you, Master. I want to please you.”
Ethan grinned, the sight of Brad humping his foot still fresh in his mind. “That’s my good little bitch,” he said, his voice thick with lust and dominance. “And I have a special treat for you today. Something to help you learn to control yourself better.”
He reached down and grabbed Brad’s chin, forcing him to look up.
“You’re going to learn to control yourself, to edge but not cum, to serve me in the best way you can. And who knows, maybe one day, you’ll earn the right to cum again."
Brad's eyes widened at the prospect, both terrified and excited. His tiny cock clit throbbed in anticipation. I'll do anything to please you."
Ethan grinned, his dark eyes gleaming with pleasure. "That's my good little bitch. Trust me, you’ll love it."
Ethan reached down to Brad’s cocklet, using his power to make Brad physically unable to cum. Every time he got too close, his mind will blank out, stopping his orgasm.
Brad's eyes widened in surprise, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through him. He knew what Ethan was capable of, and the thought of being denied release, of being controlled so completely, sent a shiver down his spine.
"I-I understand, Master," Brad stammered, his voice barely audible. He could feel his tiny cock clit throbbing in anticipation, both terrified and excited by the prospect.
“Try it for me, bitch. Hump my foot and see if you can cum. Go on, try your best. It shouldn’t be hard after a whole night of edging.” Ethan challenged.
Brad eagerly began to hump Ethan's foot with renewed vigor, a small whimper escaping his lips as his cock clit swelled with excitement and arousal.
The sight of Brad desperately trying to cum while being denied was deliciously erotic. Ethan felt himself harden again, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He wanted to see Brad suffer, to watch him squirm and beg.
"Come on, bitch. Show me what you've got. Make me proud," Ethan taunted, his voice thick with lust and amusement.
He watched as Brad's hips moved faster, his tiny cock clit throbbing and leaking precum onto Ethan's foot. He was desperate, so fucking desperate to cum, but he couldn't. He couldn't fucking do it, no matter how hard he tried.
Brad's face contorted in frustration, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He could feel the pleasure building, the pressure growing with each thrust of his hips. But every time he got close, his mind would go blank, and the sensation would disappear.
It was fucking maddening, and he could feel the frustration building within him.
Ethan chuckled, enjoying the sight of Brad's desperation. "You're not getting any closer, are you, bitch? You're just a worthless little cunt, humping my foot like a pathetic little puppy. You can't even make yourself cum anymore."
Brad let out a whimper, his hips moving faster, his tiny cock clit throbbing painfully. "P-please, Master. I-I can't. I can't fucking cum.”
“I know. And you fucking love it, don’t you?” Ethan taunted, his power making the words true. Brad loved it now, he was a devoted edge slut, the blankness of nearly cumming becoming one of his favorite sensations.
He did as he was told, humping Ethan's foot, the friction against his tiny cock clit sending waves of pleasure through his body. He moaned softly, his cheeks flushed with arousal and humiliation.
"That's it, Brad. You're such a good little bitch. Edging for your master. Begging to cum, but knowing you can't. Begging for permission, but knowing it'll never come." Ethan taunted, his voice thick with lust and pleasure.
Brad whimpered, his hips moving faster, his cock clit aching with need.
"That's enough, Brad," Ethan commanded, his voice dark and dominant. "You’ll have plenty of time to ride the edge later. For now, let’s all go downstairs.” Ethan led the way, his steps echoing through the large house, his slaves crawling behind him.
The day was spent with Ethan enjoying his slaves. Brad rode the edge for hours, his consciousness flickering constantly as he was pulled from going over. Ethan played with Tia and Titsy, all of them intentionally pushing Brad’s buttons until he was a mewling mess, weak and mindless. He couldn’t even speak, his whole mind subsumed by pleasure. He could only whimper and moan, his tiny cock clit aching and desperate for release. But the moment he got close, his mind would go blank, and he’d be shoved back from the edge. It was maddening, excruciating. And yet, he loved it. He craved it. He was a fucking edge slut, and he never wanted to cum again if it meant he wouldn’t feel this way.
Ethan watched Brad with a smirk, his own cock hardening at the sight of the pathetic little bitch squirming for his pleasure. “Look at you, Brad. begging for release but knowing you can’t have it. You like this much better than cumming, don’t you? You know cumming would ruin this endless pleasure. If given the choice, you’d choose to edge, right?”
Ethan asked Brad, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he watched his former bully writhe and squirm, desperate for release.
Brad could only nod, his hips moving against the air as his cock clit throbbed with unmet need. He was a mess of sweat and tears, his body writhing with pleasure and pain, his mind a whirlwind of raw, unfiltered animal lust.
Ethan chuckled darkly, his cock throbbing in his pants as he watched Brad suffer. He loved seeing him like this, so fucking desperate and pathetic. He used his powers to dive into Brad’s mind, to hear how much he loved edging despite being unable to speak.
He could see the pleasure in Brad’s eyes even as he squirmed and writhed. He could hear the sound of Brad’s mind screaming in ecstasy and agony as it blanked out again and again.
“Fuck, you love this, don’t you Brad? You love being unable to cum? Knowing you’re going to edge forever, never getting to release. Knowing you’ll never get to cum without my permission. You’re a fucking pathetic little edge slut, aren’t you, Brad?” Ethan sneered.
Brad could only nod, his body moving against the air, his cock clit throbbing with need.
"Y-yes, Master. I love it. I... I need it. I need to edge. I need to suffer for you." His voice came out as a hoarse whisper, filled with desperation and arousal.
Ethan grinned, stepping closer to Brad and running his fingers through his sweat-soaked hair. "That's my good little slut. You understand your place now, don't you? You understand what I want from you."
Brad nodded, his eyes never leaving Ethan's. "Y-yes, Master."
Ethan smiled cruelly, his fingers tightening in Brad's hair. "Good. You’re happier this way, aren’t you? Always edging, the pleasure uninterrupted by a pesky orgasm. Beg me to never let you cum again, to never take this away from you.” Ethan sneered.
“Beg me, Brad. Beg me to never let you cum again. Tell me you want to be my little edge slut forever.”
Brad’s eyes rolled back in his head as Ethan’s words sent another shockwave of pleasure through his body. He was desperate, so fucking desperate to please his master, to be what Ethan wanted him to be.
“Fuck, Master, I beg you. I fucking beg you to never let me cum again. Please, please, let me edge for you forever. I want to be your little edge slut.
I want to spend the rest of my life humping your fucking foot and begging for release. Please, Master, never let me cum again." Brad's voice was a desperate, hoarse whisper, filled with raw need and desperation.
Ethan's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with lust and power. You have no idea how fucking hot that is, do you?"
Brad shook his head, his hips still moving against the air, his cock clit throbbing with unmet need. "I just want to make you happy, Master.
I want to be your perfect little edge slut." Brad whispered, his hips grinding against the air, desperate for the friction of Ethan's foot.
"I know you do, Brad. And you will. You're doing so well, little bitch," Ethan praised, his voice thick with lust and dominance.
“I’m going to prove to you how much you mean that.” Ethan grinned wickedly, his eyes gleaming with dark pleasure. “I’m going to make you start all over again. I’m going to ruin a whole day and night’s worth of edging. Cum for me, slut. Feel how much better it would’ve been to never cum again, to always teeter on the edge of release.”
Ethan reached down to Brad’s clit, squeezing it hard, and made him cum. Brad’s tiny cock clit throbbed and gushed as he ejaculated, his body convulsing with the intensity of the orgasm. But instead of relief, Brad felt a surge of despair. Ethan had been right. After cumming, everything felt duller, so much less intense. His master was right, Brad was a pathetic edge slut. Not just because he’d been told to be but because of just how fucking good it felt, of how much better it was to have hours of pleasure rather than a moment of release.
The realization was as humiliating as it was liberating.
Ethan grinned at him, dark eyes glinting with lust and satisfaction. “Good boy. Now clean it up. Use your tongue.”
Brad’s face flushed with humiliation as he bent down and licked the cum off the floor, his tiny cock clit still twitching with sensitivity. He could feel Ethan’s eyes on him, watching, judging, fucking enjoying every second of his degradation.
“That’s a good little edge slut,” Ethan praised, his voice thick with lust. “Now, you can start again. Build that edge, knowing it’s not your punishment, but cumming is.”
Brad shuddered, the words resonating deep in his core. He looked up at Ethan, his eyes filled with desperation and arousal. Thank you, Master.”
Ethan nodded, his eyes gleaming with dark pleasure. “Good. Now, let’s make a deal. You’ll keep riding that edge, and I’ll make sure you get to lick my cock clean after our little puppy slut is done with it. How does that sound, bitch?”
Brad whimpered, his body aching with need as he thought about the taste of his master’s cock. “Y-yes, Master.
I want that so badly. Please, let me,” Brad begged, his voice a frantic whisper. “Such a good little slut. Alright, but first, I want to see you squirm. I want to see you edge for me.”
Ethan’s gaze flicked over to Tia and Titsy, who were watching the exchange with eager, hungry eyes. “Come here, my pets. Help our little Brad here squirm.”
Tia and Titsy eagerly complied, crawling over to Brad and surrounding him.
Tia straddled his upper body, her pussy grinding against his chest, while Titsy knelt by his legs, taking his tiny cock clit into her mouth.
"You like that, don't you, bitch?" Tia taunted, her voice thick with lust. She ground her pussy against Brad's chest, leaving a wet stain on his skin. "You love having those sluts suck your cock clit, don't you?"
Brad moaned, his hips bucking against Titsy's mouth. "Y-yes, Mistress Tia. I can't...
I can't hold back," Brad gasped, his tiny cock clit throbbing in Titsy's mouth as she sucked and licked, driving him to the edge of insanity.
Tia grinned wickedly, her eyes locked onto Ethan's. "Look at him, Master. Look how desperate he is. How pathetic he is, moaning and begging for more."
Ethan's cock twitched at the sight, his own desire growing. "Fuck, look at him. He's such a fucking bitch, isn't he? I just ruined hours of his work by making him cum. But Tia, you’re an edge slut too, so surely you understand. Understand just how much better the edge can be than cumming.”
Tia nodded, relishing the memories of her many long edging session. She once went two months edging and once she came, all she wished was that she hadn’t.
Tia’s hips bucked, her pussy grinding hard on Brad. He was moaning, thrashing, helpless as Titsy's throat worked his cock clit.
“God, Brad. You’re such a slut for our master, eager to get right back on the edge for him, right?” Tia said smugly. “I know how you feel. The edge is intoxicating, addicting even. We edge sluts crave the edge like almost nothing else. If master told me I was never going to cum again, I’d be ecstatic.” She said, dreamily.
“You get so close to the edge, so fucking close, and then you pull back. It’s fucking torturous, but I live for it.
And the moment you finally do, it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. But then you just go right back to the edge. It’s fucking bliss, Master.”
Tia’s words were laced with a deep arousal and a twisted sense of pleasure that sent a shiver down Ethan’s spine. He could see the lust in her eyes as she spoke, her body grinding against Brad’s chest.
Ethan grinned, his cock throbbing in his pants at the sight of the two of them.
"That's right, Tia. Show Brad just how much you love edging. Show him how good it feels to be denied, to be nothing more than a pleasure slave for your master."
Tia nodded, her hips moving faster against Brad's chest as she looked up at Ethan. I live to serve you. I live to edge for you."
Ethan watched as Tia's body bucked and writhed, her pussy grinding hard against Brad's chest. He could see the pleasure in her eyes, the way her body responded to the humiliation and degradation. He loved it. He watched as Brad hit the edge again from Tia and Titsy’s stimulation and his mind blanks out. He loved seeing Brad's face contort with pleasure and frustration, his body writhing and squirming, desperate for release.
Ethan turned his attention to Tia. "Crawl over here, my pet. I want to watch you edge with him."
She obeyed, her body still writhing in pleasure, her pussy soaked and ready. She knelt beside Brad, her eyes locked onto Ethan.
"I live to serve you, Master," she whispered, her hips grinding against nothing.
Ethan smirked, running his fingers through Tia's long hair. "And you will serve me well today, my little pet. You're going to edge for me, while you show Brad how good it can get. Two little edge sluts for their master.”
Ethan's cock was throbbing, his body aching to fuck, but he knew he wanted his slaves to be as desperate as possible before he granted them release.
“I want to see you both edge. I want to see you fucking squirm and beg for it.”
Tia let out a low moan, her hips rolling against her hand, her pussy squelching. “Please, Master.
Please let us edge for you. We’ll be so fucking good. We’ll make you so fucking proud,” Tia begged, her voice a desperate whisper as she ground her pussy against her hand.
Ethan smiled, his eyes gleaming with dark pleasure as he watched his slaves squirm and beg. “That’s my good little edge sluts. Now, show me how much you love edging for me.”
Tia and Brad eagerly complied, their hips moving bucking, Tia against her hand and Brad inside of Titsy’s mouth.
“Titsy, you’ve given Brad enough attention. Go eat Tia’s pussy instead and Brad will rub his little cocklet for us. I want to make sure my edge sluts have plenty of variety.” Ethan ordered, his eyes gleaming with lust and power. Titsy eagerly obeyed, crawling over to Tia and positioning herself between her legs. She began to lick and suck on Tia’s pussy, her tongue teasing her clit while her fingers probed her entrance.
Tia moaned and bucked against Titsy’s mouth, her hips moving in time with the slurping sounds of her best friend eating her out. She looked up at Ethan, her eyes filled with lust and devotion. "Thank you, Master.
I love serving you," Tia moaned, her hips bucking against Titsy's mouth, her body on fire with need. She could feel the pleasure building, the edge creeping closer with each lick and suck. She was so fucking close, so fucking desperate to cum, but she knew better than to beg. She knew her master had something special in mind for them.
“Tia, do you want to stay an edge slut for me, like Brad will? I’ve put a mental block in his mind so unless I force him, he won’t ever go over that edge. Do you want to be my permanent little edge slut like him? I know you fucking love edging and I’d hate to ruin it for you.”
Ethan’s voice was thick with lust as he watched Tia and Brad writhing in ecstasy. “So, how about I make you both my little edge sluts forever? You’ll never cum again unless I say so, just like Brad. Would you like that?”
Tia’s eyes widened at the suggestion, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through her. She looked over at Brad, who was nodding eagerly, his tiny cock clit throbbing with unmet need. She looked back at Ethan, her eyes filled with desire and submission. I want that.
I want to be your edge slut forever, Master," Tia said breathlessly, her hips grinding against Titsy's mouth. She looked up at Ethan, her blue eyes filled with a mix of desperation and devotion. "I want to edge forever for you. I want to be your little bitch, begging for release but never getting it. Please, Master, make me your edge slut. I want to be yours completely."
Ethan smiled cruelly, his dark eyes gleaming with lust and power as he watched Tia and Brad squirming for his pleasure. "That's my good little sluts.” He reached out with his power and gave Tia the same mental block, making her mind go completely blank each time she got too close to cumming. He was going to love watching these two edge themselves, their faces going from contorting with pleasure to complete blank obedience then right back. It would be delicious. The look of desperation on their faces, the way their bodies would convulse and twitch, the sounds they'd make as their pleasure was taken away from them, over and over again. Ethan could feel his cock throbbing in his pants, the anticipation making him hard as a rock.
"Good," Ethan growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance. "Now, let's see how long you can both last. Your pleasure is mine to control now. You'll edge for me, until I say otherwise. Understood?"
Tia and Brad nodded eagerly, their eyes glazed with lust and submission.
"Yes, Master," they chorused, their bodies writhing with anticipation.
“Titsy, get over here. I’m going to fuck you and make you cum over and over. You’re the only one of my slaves who still can so I want you to mock them with your body, cum when they can’t and never will.” Ethan commanded, his voice thick with lust.
Titsy eagerly complied, crawling over to Ethan and positioning herself in front of him, her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening with arousal. Titsy mooed for her master, her fingers slipping between her legs and dipping into her sopping wet pussy.
“Fuck yourself for me, my pet. Show them what they can never have again,” Ethan growled, his cock throbbing in his pants.
He pushed Titsy down onto her hands and knees, spreading her ass wide with his hands. “Show them what they’re missing out on. I want to see their pathetic faces as you moan and cum for me. I want them to see what a real orgasm looks like.”
Ethan spat on his hand and rubbed it roughly against his cock, slicking it up for entrance. He positioned himself at Titsy’s wet entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock. Titsy moaned, her body begging for him to fill her.
Titsy mooed in anticipation. Brad and Tia watched with rapt attention, rubbing themselves and going blank over and over. Ethan slammed himself deep into Titsy’s sopping pussy, eliciting another loud moo.
She pushed back against him, her body eager for more. He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to pound into her with force and precision.
“Look at her, you fucking edge sluts. Look at how much she loves my cock. Look at how she takes every inch and begs for more. She’s so fucking greedy for my cum, and she gets to feel it every fucking time I want her to. You’ll never know that pleasure again, not unless I allow it,” Ethan sneered, his voice thick with lust and dominance. He saw Tia get to a point with her edging where she was so close, her mind just stayed blank, her empty eyes watching Titsy while she finger fucked herself. Ethan slapped Tia's face, hard enough to sting, and she gasped, her eyes focusing on him.
“There you are, puppy. You’d lost yourself in the edge for a moment. But I want your mind here, enjoying the push and pull of your pleasure. Did you see her, Brad? See how her mind just gave up on bringing her back, knowing she was so close she had to stay blank for longer. I want you both to get there. I want you to be edging so hard you spend longer and longer blank, so close to the edge it turns off your brain.” Ethan said, slapping Tia’s pussy as she moaned, her body writhing in pleasure.
Brad moaned, his cock clit throbbing as he watched Titsy riding Ethan’s cock, her pussy glistening with arousal and precum. He could feel the edge building, his mind threatening to go blank. But he fought it, wanting to savor this moment, to draw it out as long as possible.
“That’s it, edge for me, you fucking sluts,” Ethan growled, his cock pounding into Titsy’s pussy with force and precision.
Brad’s face fell, his eyes completely empty as his brain went blank, holding him right on the edge. He panted, his hips moving instinctually, his tiny cock clit throbbing against his palm, desperate for friction but nothing more.
Ethan watched with a cruel smile, his cock throbbing as he watched Brad and Tia edge, their bodies twisting and contorting with unmet need. He turned his attention back to Titsy, her body impaled on his cock, her moans filling the air. She was his perfect fuck doll, always eager, always willing. She was his, completely and utterly.
“You’re mine, Titsy,” Ethan growled, his hands gripping her hips hard as he pounded into her. “Give me a good brainless moo for me. Look at Brad’s blank face and know that’s how empty and stupid you always look.” Ethan sneered, his voice thick with cruelty. He looked down at Titsy, her body writhing and moaning beneath him.
“Beg me to make you cum, you stupid bitch,” he growled.
Titsy mooed, her body convulsing as she came hard on Ethan’s cock. He felt her pussy clench around him, milking him for his own release.
“Fuck, Titsy,” Ethan grunted, his cock throbbing as he pumped his cum deep inside her. He pulled out and watched as it dripped out of her, love the way it looked against her skin.
"Clean it up, Titsy. Lick it off the floor like the good slut you are."
Titsy eagerly obeyed, her tongue seeking out every drop of his cum. She moaned as she licked, her tongue swirling around her master's seed. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with adoration and submission.
"Good girl," Ethan purred, his cock still throbbing with need. He looked over at Brad and Tia, their bodies writhing and desperate for release.
But they couldn't, they were his edge sluts now. Their minds went blank every time they got close, their bodies twitching and convulsing with frustrated pleasure.
"Look at them, Titsy. Look at how pathetic and desperate they are. They can't cum, not unless I say so. They're mine now, completely and utterly. You're the only one who can still cum, who can still feel that pleasure. Show them what they're missing," Ethan growled, his cock already hardening again, ready to fuck his edge sluts into even more desperation.
“Brad, you know you’re completely gay now. You only care about my cock, nothing else. Your whole sexuality is centered around me as your perfect master.” Ethan commanded, his dark eyes gleaming with lust and power.
Brad nodded vigorously, his hips still moving against the air, his cock clit throbbing with unmet need. I only care about you and your cock. It’s the only thing that matters to me now.”
Ethan grinned wickedly, his cock throbbing at the sight of Brad’s desperate eagerness.
“Good gay boy. You used to beat me up for being bi, for daring to like boys, and now they’re all you like. Edging for a man, being fucked by a man, owned by a man. That’s your life now.” Ethan growled, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "You'll edge for me, suck me when I want, and beg me to hurt you. You'll love every second of it, you fucking faggot."
Brad moaned, his hips still grinding against the air, his cock clit aching and desperate.
Ethan turned to Tia, her body glistening with sweat as she rubbed herself, her face a mask of desperate need. "Tia, you’re a good little edge slut. You love this, don't you?
You fucking love it." Ethan taunted. He could see Tia's body squirming, her pussy juice dripping, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes were glassy with pleasure and desperation. He loved seeing her like this, completely under his control. I do. I love being your edge slut. I love how you make me feel. I live to serve you," Tia moaned, her hips bucking against her hand, her pussy aching with need.
"That's right, my little slut. You live to serve me. And I love making you suffer.
You look so fucking hot when you're on the edge, begging and desperate for release that I'll never give you. Now that I’ve made sure Brad has no interest in your sopping wet slut pussy and he has a cock no woman would want, I want my edge sluts to edge each other. Sixty-nine for me sluts. Feel each other tremble, moan, and go blank as you fuck each other’s faces.” Ethan commanded, his voice dark and dominant. “I want to hear you both, my filthy edge sluts, begging and gasping as you edge each other.”
Brad eagerly complied, positioning himself between Tia’s legs while she straddled his face. He dove in, his tongue lapping at her wet folds, tasting her arousal as he teased her clit. Tia moaned loudly, her hips bucking against his face as she took his tiny cock clit into her mouth.
Ethan watched as they began to move together, Brad’s tongue fucking Tia’s pussy while she sucked and teased his cock clit.
He could see the pleasure building in their faces, their bodies writhing and twisting as they drove each other closer and closer to the edge.
“That’s it, you fucking edge sluts. Edge each other for me. Make each other go blank with pleasure. I want to hear your moans and gasps, your desperate pleas for release. But remember, neither of you will get it. Not until I say so.”
Ethan’s cock was throbbing, his body aching to join in, but he knew he wanted to make them suffer first. He wanted them to feel the torture of their own pleasure, the agony of being so close and yet so far away. He loved knowing neither one got any pleasure from who their partner was, not caring for pussy or pathetic little cock clits respectively. All their pleasure was from edging for their master. Ethan watched them, his cock throbbing, as Brad's tongue lapped at Tia's pussy, his tiny cock clit aching against Tia's tongue. Tia was moaning around him, her hips bucking against his face, her fingers digging into his scalp as she ground herself against his mouth.
"Fuck, Brad. You're such a good little pussy eater," Ethan growled, his voice thick with lust. "Make her beg for it, you fucking faggot.
Make her scream for your master's pleasure," Ethan ordered, his voice a dark growl as he watched Brad's tongue work Tia's pussy. He could hear the wet slurping sounds as Tia's juices coated Brad's face, and it was fucking delicious.
Brad moaned around Tia's tiny cock clit, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through her body. She could feel her mind threatening to go blank, her body desperate to cum, but she fought it, wanting to savor this moment for as long as possible.
Ethan grinned, his cock throbbing as he watched them.
"That's it, you fucking sluts. Make each other suffer for my pleasure. I want to hear you both beg for release, but remember, you'll never get it unless I say so."
Tia's body was trembling, her pussy clenching around nothing as she sucked on Brad's cock clit, her own mind threatening to go blank any moment now. She moaned loudly, the sound muffled by Brad's tiny cock clit in her mouth. Her hips bucked against his face, grinding her pussy against his tongue.
Ethan roughly pulled Titsy back towards him and shoved his cock back into her drooling cunt, making her moo with surprise and pleasure.
“Look at them, Titsy. See how they writhe and moan then go blank for me. I’m not sure who’s luckier, you for getting to cum or them for how much they fucking love the edge.” Ethan growled, his voice thick with lust as he watched Tia and Brad squirming and moaning, their bodies twisting and writhing with unmet need. He could feel his cock throbbing in Titsy’s pussy, her cunt so tight and wet around him.
Ethan could see the pleasure building in their faces, their bodies writhing and twisting as they edged each other closer and closer to the edge. He watched as Tia’s mind went blank first, her body convulsing as she went limp on Brad's mouth, her moans muffled by his cock clit.
Ethan grinned, cruelly.
“Fuck, they look so good like that. Just twitching and blank, begging for something they’ll never get.”
Titsy moaned around Ethan's cock, her own body convulsing with pleasure as she continued to ride him. She loved the way her master used his slaves, the way he made them beg and squirm for him. She wanted more.
Ethan slapped Titsy's ass hard, making her moo and grind against him. “I want them to cum. I want them to feel what they’re missing. But only because it’ll make them appreciate the edge even more.
They’ll think about this, and it’ll just make them crave the edge even more. Ethan’s cock twitched in Titsy's pussy with the thought, the anticipation driving him wild.
Ethan reached down and grabbed Tia's chin, forcing her to look up at him. Her eyes were glazed over, her body twitching with blank pleasure. Her mouth was still full of Brad's tiny cock clit, but it had gone limp, her mind too far gone to care.
He was going to make them cum while they’re blank. They’ll come back, knowing they lost their edge but without experiencing the orgasm. All they would know was the blissful ecstasy of the edge and the empty aftermath of a blank orgasm, making them beg to get back to the edge.
“Stay blank, my edge sluts. Stay blank and cum for me. Ruin your edging, ruin your orgasm. I want you to wish you hadn’t cum, to wish you were right back on the edge forever. You’ll both pity and envy Titsy. She gets to enjoy cumming but she also doesn’t know what it’s like to ride the edge the way you two do. And given the choice, you’ll choose the edge every fucking time.” Ethan snarled, snapping his hips up to Titsy, driving his cock deeper into her, making her moo and grind against him. Her cunt was a sopping wet mess, and he loved it. He looked down, watching his cock disappear into her, relishing the sight of her body impaled on him, her large tits bouncing with each thrust.
“Now, on my command, both of you will cum. I want to see you both fucking explode while you’re blank. I want you to remember what it feels like to cum, but also to hate it. To regret it and wish you never came.
Show me how fucking much you love the edge.” Ethan’s voice was thick with lust and dominance, his eyes glinting with cruel pleasure as he watched his edge sluts writhe and moan.
Brad’s tiny cock clit was throbbing so hard it ached as Tia sucked and teased it, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. His hips moved instinctively, his body desperate to fuck her face, to drive his cock clit deeper into her throat. But Ethan’s command held him back, his mind blank and disconnected from his physical sensations.
He was a puppet, obeying his master’s commands, even as his body yearned for release.
Ethan watched, his cock throbbing inside Titsy as he grunted with every thrust. He reached down and slapped Tia’s ass, the sound echoing through the room. “Cum, my sluts. Now.”
Tia let out a low moan, her body convulsing as her pussy clenched around nothing. She came hard, her juices dripping onto Brad’s face as her mind remained blank, unable to process the sensation.
Ethan watched, his cock throbbing inside Titsy as she rode him, her body convulsing with pleasure. Brad, however, was still on the edge, his mind blank, his body writhing and squirming as he edged himself. Ethan loved seeing him suffer, loved knowing that he would never get to cum unless Ethan said so. He reached down and grabbed Brad’s chin, forcing him to look up at him.
“I want you to make her cum again, Brad. I want you to make her squirt all over your face. I want you to taste her juices, to feel her cum on your tongue.
Then you're going to cum too, you little faggot. But remember, you're not allowed to enjoy it. You're going to cum, and you're going to hate it. You're going to wish you were right back on the edge. Ethan growled, his voice dripping with cruelty and lust.
Brad nodded eagerly, his hips still moving against the air, his tiny cock clit aching for release. He dove back into Tia's wet pussy, his tongue lapping at her folds, tasting her arousal and the remnants of her first orgasm, both his and Tia’s minds still completely blank, only their bodies feeling the stimulation, it never reaching their minds.
Brad’s face was coated in Tia’s juices, his own tongue licking her clit, his tiny cock clit throbbing with desperate need.
Titsy watched, her own body convulsing around Ethan's cock, her tits bouncing with each of his powerful thrusts, her whole body on fire with pleasure.
She moaned loudly, her body clenching around Ethan's cock as she felt her own orgasm building.
Ethan watched, his eyes gleaming with dark pleasure as he saw his slaves writhing and squirming, their bodies twitching and convulsing with unmet need.
Tia's body was trembling, her pussy clenching around nothing as Brad's tongue worked her clit, sending shocks of pleasure through her. Ethan could see the wetness dripping down her thighs, her juices coating Brad's face as he licked and sucked her folds.
"Fuck, look at her drip. Look at her pussy fucking gush for you, you little faggot," Ethan taunted Brad, his voice thick with lust. "Make her cum again, you worthless piece of shit.
Don't you dare make me repeat myself. Fuck her until she squirts, and then I want you to eat every last drop of her fucking filth while you cum yourself. But remember, don't you dare enjoy a single fucking second of it." Ethan growled, his voice thick with cruelty and lust as he watched Brad and Tia writhe and moan on the floor.
Brad nodded vigorously, his hips still moving against the air, his tiny cock clit throbbing with desperate need. He dove back into Tia's wet pussy, his tongue lapping at her folds, teasing her clit with hard, fast flicks.
He could feel her body tensing, her juices flowing freely as she neared her second orgasm. He sucked her clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub, and felt her explode. Her pussy clenched around his tongue, her juices gushing out and coating his face. He moaned, his tiny cock clit throbbing with desperate need as he lapped up every last drop of her cum.
Ethan watched, his cock throbbing inside Titsy as he pounded into her with force and precision. "Fuck, look at that. Look at her squirt all over your face, you little bitch. You loved that, didn't you?
You fucking loved feeling your master's power flow through your body as you made her squirt all over your face, like the pathetic, obedient little bitch that you are. See, I fucking knew you'd be good for something, Brad. I knew you'd make a perfect edge slut, and a great little pussy eater too. Isn't that right, Brad? Don't you fucking love being my little edge slut, begging for release that I'll never give you?
Fucking loving the edge more than cumming? Ethan taunted, his voice a dark growl.
Brad moaned in response, his hips bucking against nothing as he struggled to maintain his blank state. He could feel his tiny cock clit throbbing, desperate for release, but he knew better than to beg. He knew his master would never grant him his wish.
Tia, her body still convulsing from her orgasm, looked up at Ethan with glazed eyes. She wanted to beg for more, for another taste of that sweet edge, but she was still blissfully blank.
Her body was a waking, orgasmic dream, her pussy soaking wet and throbbing with need, but her mind was distant and unresponsive.
Ethan watched, his cock throbbing inside Titsy, his own orgasm building in his balls. He loved seeing his slaves like this, completely and utterly his. He looked down at Tia, her body covered in her own cum, her face coated with Brad’s precum. She was a mess, a pathetic, mindless slut, and he fucking loved it.
“Now, Tia, Brad took your orgasm from you, took your edge. Make him suffer the same. Make that blank bitch cum all over your mouth. Ruin his edge, ruin the orgasm. Make him hate cumming even while his brain processes the empty pleasure it brings him.” Ethan commanded with a wicked grin, his voice thick with lust and power. His cock throbbed inside Titsy’s pussy.
Tia sucked hard on Brad’s cock clit, feeling it pulse in her blank mouth, his body mindlessly bucking against her face. Her own pussy was still aching for more, but she couldn’t process the need. She was a blank, empty vessel, her mind focused solely on her master’s command.
“That’s it, bitch. Make him cum,” Ethan growled, his cock pulsing inside Titsy. “I want you to make him cum while he’s still blank, so he doesn’t even know he’s cumming. I want him to regret cumming, to wish he was back on the edge.
I want him to hate what I've just given him, and crave the edge even more."
Tia followed Ethan’s command, her blank expression never wavering as she sucked on Brad’s tiny cock clit with passionless skill. She didn’t need to taste or smell to know when he was close. She could feel the pulse of his cock clit quicken in her mouth, the way his hips strained against the air. She knew exactly how to push him over the edge, to milk him for every drop of his worthless cum.
She flicked her tongue against the sensitive underside of his cock clit, and Brad’s body convulsed.
He was so close, his mind a blank canvas of desperate need. Tia sucked harder, her lips creating a tight seal around his cock clit, and Brad exploded. His body shook, his cock clit pulsing against Tia’s tongue as he came hard, his cum filling her mouth.
Ethan watched, his cock throbbing with excitement as he saw Brad’s body convulse and his cum fill Tia’s mouth. He knew Brad wasn’t processing any of this, that his mind was still blank, but he could see the pleasure and satisfaction on his face as he came.
That was all that mattered.
“Swallow it, Tia. Swallow every fucking drop of his worthless cum,” Ethan commanded, his eyes gleaming with lust as he watched Tia gulp down Brad’s load.
Tia obeyed, her throat working as she swallowed every last drop of Brad’s cum. She had no choice but to obey, her mind still a blank, empty void.
Ethan grinned cruelly, his cock pounding into Titsy’s pussy with force and precision. “Good girl. Now, my edge sluts, now that you’ve ruined each other’s orgasms and your edge, come back from the blankness, feel the hollow pleasure your brain missed out on and wish you were right back on the edge forever, never feeling this again.” Ethan ordered, taunting them.
Tia’s eyes regained focus, a sense of panic and empty pleasure washing over her. She spat out Brad’s cum, a string of saliva and semen hanging from her lip. “Fuck, Master! That was… that was terrible!” Her voice trembled with desperation and frustration.
Brad’s body twitched, his mind snapping back to reality. He looked down at his limp cock clit, a pained expression crossing his face. “I… I can’t believe I… I fucking came,” he whispered, humiliation and regret thick in his voice.
Ethan’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “I know, pet.
It was fucking terrible, wasn’t it?” Ethan taunted, his cock throbbing inside Titsy as he grinned cruelly at Brad and Tia’s discomfort. “You both wished you could’ve stayed on the edge, didn’t you? That you never had to cum and be ruined by it?”
Tia and Brad nodded, their faces a mix of humiliation and desperation. They both hated that they had cummed, hated that they had lost their edge. They craved the mind-numbing pleasure of denial so much more than the hollow release of an orgasm.
“Say it,” Ethan demanded, his voice a harsh growl. “Beg your master to never punish you with cumming ever again. Watch Titsy cum in ecstasy while you tell me you never want that ever again.” Ethan ordered, his cruel smile widening as he watched Brad and Tia squirm in humiliation.
Tia moaned, her hips bucking against the air as she fought the temptation to edge herself again. “Please, Master, never make me cum again. I live for the edge. Please, I beg you, let me stay on it forever.”
Brad nodded eagerly, his tiny cock clit already starting to twitch again, his body desperate for more edging. “Yes, Master. Please, I don’t want to cum ever again. The edge is everything to me.
It's my fucking drug," Tia begged, her body writhing with desperate need as she looked up at Ethan.
Ethan watched them, his cock throbbing inside Titsy as he listened to their pleas. He loved seeing them writhe in humiliation and need, their bodies aching for the edge but their minds craving the empty release of cumming. His slaves were pathetic, desperate creatures, and he loved every fucking second of it.
"That's right, edge sluts. You fucking love the edge, don't you? You live for it, crave it, need it like a fucking drug.
I own you, both in body and mind. Your pleasure is mine, and your pain is mine. I can make you come, or I can make you edge for days, weeks, even months. You'll beg for it, scream for it, but you'll never get it unless I decide to give it to you. Understand?” Ethan growled, his voice thick with lust and power.
Tia and Brad nodded eagerly, their bodies writhing with desperate need. We understand. We live to serve you, to edge for you.
We’re yours to command, Master,” Tia and Brad replied in unison, their voices a desperate plea.
Ethan grinned wickedly, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He loved hearing them beg, loved seeing them squirm and writhe with need. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he was going to make sure they both suffered exquisitely for his pleasure. I want you both to edge together, side by side, while I fuck Titsy and make her cum all over your faces.
You'll watch her experience something you'll never have again, and you'll wish you were in her place. You'll wish you could feel the pleasure of cumming again, but you'll be denied. Forever." Ethan's voice was thick with lust and dominance as he watched his slaves squirm.
Tia and Brad eagerly complied, positioning themselves side by side, their hips bucking against the air as they edged themselves.
“Watch as she enjoys the thing you’ll never want again. You can remember what it was like to love cumming but now all you know is that cumming takes you off the edge.” Ethan taunted as he watched Tia and Brad edge themselves with their hands, their hips twisting and fingers working with expert precision.
He turned to Titsy, her large tits bouncing with each thrust of his cock. “Titsy, you love being the only one who gets to cum, don’t you, my pet? Making them watch as I give you the pleasure they’ll never get again. You love being the center of our little fucked-up family, don’t you?”
Titsy mooed in agreement, her hips meeting Ethan’s thrusts with enthusiasm. She was cumming, grinding her pussy against her master.
Ethan watched Titsy's face contort with pleasure, her lips forming a perfect 'o' as she moaned. Her mooing filled the room, her voice guttural and primal. Her body was a symphony of need, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Look at her, edge sluts,” Ethan growled, his voice thick with lust as he pounded into Titsy’s sopping wet pussy. “Watch her ride me like the good slut she is. She’s the only one who gets to feel this pleasure, who gets to cum while you watch, savoring every drop of her juices.
Your job is to edge, to keep yourselves on the brink, to deny yourselves the release you crave, and watch as she fucking enjoys what you can no longer have. You’re not fucking pathetic, you’re edge sluts. You love this, don’t you?”
Tia and Brad’s faces were twisted in agony and ecstasy, their hips bucking against their hands, their bodies writhing with unmet need. They would edge for him, they would watch Titsy cum, and they would hate every second of it.
“You know that even if I let you cum, you’d hate yourself for it. Hate losing the edge you love so much. An orgasm ruins it all and good edge sluts know that.” Ethan’s voice was a dark growl, his eyes gleaming with lust and power as he watched Tia and Brad writhe in agony and ecstasy.
“You know that even if I let you cum, you'd hate yourself for it. That’s why I’ll never let you. I’ll make you suffer, make you edge until you beg me to fuck every hole you have with my cock.
But you won't cum. You'll never cum. I’m a good master and I know what’s best for you. I know how much you’d hate cumming so I’ll let you ride that edge forever.” He said, his every word dripping with satisfaction.
“Thank your master for knowing what you truly crave, for never letting you make the mistake of wanting to cum again. For holding you right on that edge forever.”
Ethan commanded, his eyes locked onto Tia and Brad. Their bodies were trembling, their hips moving like pistons in the air as they edged themselves, desperate for any semblance of release.
Tia’s hand was a blur between her legs, her eyes glazed over with desperation and need. “Thank you, Master. Thank you for knowing what we truly need. We’re yours to command.”
Brad was similarly worked up, his tiny cock clit aching and desperate. Thank you for denying us the pleasure of cumming. We want to edge forever.
We need our master to keep us on that edge. We’ll beg for it, master. Make us your little edge sluts forever.”
Ethan grinned wickedly, his cock throbbing with excitement as he watched Tia and Brad squirm. “That’s right, you filthy sluts. You’re mine to use, to abuse, to play with as I see fit. And right now, I want to see you both edge yourselves. You’re going to edge yourselves until our guest arrives this evening. I want you aching and eager to watch me ruin him like I ruined you.” Ethan growled, his eyes locked onto Tia and Brad as they continued to edge, their bodies trembling and desperate for his pleasure.