Chapter 16: Fucking fun
Ethan woke up happy, truly happy, if admittedly from his own perverse desires. The night before, he’d finally claimed Daniel and made him an eager gay slut. Then, he’d almost certainly bred Tia, making her both terrified and incredibly aroused. She’d been edging herself in her sleep the whole night, thinking about being Ethan’s knocked up bitch.
Ethan was looking forward to the day, eager to integrate his slaves together. He woke up and walked downstairs, interested to see who sought him out first.
He found Tia, kneeling on the floor, her hands bound behind her back, her face already flushed from the arousal of her earlier humiliation. He smiled, knowing she'd spent the night edge-fucking herself while thinking about being bred by him.
"Morning, puppy," Ethan said, his voice thick with amusement. "Did you enjoy your night? Did you think about being my little bitch in heat all night long?"
Tia nodded, her eyes filled with tears and desire. "Y-yes, Master. I thought about it all night.
I thought about you filling me up with your cum, about your seed making me pregnant. I thought about being a broodmare for you, carrying your babies. It made me so fucking horny, Master. I couldn't stop thinking about it, couldn't stop touching myself. I must have edged myself to sleep a dozen times last night."
Ethan smirked, his eyes gleaming with lust and satisfaction. "Good girl. I'm glad you enjoyed your night. But now, it's time for you to serve your master. Get on all fours and come here."
Tia quickly complied, getting on her hands and knees and crawling towards Ethan.
Her body was still flushed from her night of edging, her nipples hard and her pussy dripping with arousal. Ethan smiled, his cock already hard and eager. He unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor, his cock springing free. He stroked it a few times, enjoying the sight of Tia watching him, her eyes filled with desire and submission.
"Come here, slut," Ethan growled, grasping Tia by her hair and pulling her head towards his cock. Tia moaned, her tongue eagerly licking the head of his cock, tasting the pre-cum that had already started to leak out.
“Did you imagine yourself looking like Titsy? With ridiculous teats hanging down for your puppies to suckle on? Did you imagine the pain of birth? I bet a pain slut like you could cum while having your cunt split line that.” Ethan taunted as Tia swirled her tongue around his cock.
“Answer me, puppy. Did you think about your tits getting massive, ready to feed my little puppies?”
Tia whimpered around his cock, her body shaking with a mix of fear and need. She nodded as best she could, her lips still wrapped around his shaft.
“Good girl,” Ethan praised, his voice thick with lust. He grabbed a fistful of Tia’s hair, pulling her head back until she was looking up at him. “Now, tell me exactly what you thought about. Don’t leave anything out.”
Tia took a deep breath, her eyes watering with a mix of fear and desire.
She knew Ethan wouldn't let her go until she confessed everything. "I-I imagined my tits getting bigger and bigger, growing huge and heavy, ready to feed your little puppies," she confessed, her voice a soft whisper.
Ethan's grip on her hair tightened, his cock twitching with excitement. "That's a good little bitch. Now, tell me about your cunt. Did you imagine it stretching and swelling, ready to push out my little puppies?"
Tia whimpered, her body trembling with a mix of humiliation and arousal.
“You know, it might loosen you up too much for me. Maybe once you give birth, I’ll be tired of your loose cunt. I’d send you back to your parents, worthless and caring for my bastard. Did you think if that?” Ethan taunted.
“You see yourself, a fat, ugly slut with stretch marks and sagging tits, abandoned by me and forced to care for my bastard children. Did that thought make you wet?”
Tia sobbed, shaking her head. Please, I don’t want that.”
Ethan laughed cruelly, “But you will. You’ll do anything I say, won’t you, puppy? You’ll take my cum and get knocked up, even if it means you’ll be discarded like trash afterward. You’ll be my little broodmare, my fucking pig.
You'll take my cum and fill your womb with it. You'll carry my children, and when they're born, you'll be fucking discarded. You'll be a fat, worthless cunt, used up and thrown away." Ethan snarled, his voice thick with lust and cruelty.
Tia sobbed, her body trembling with a mix of fear and desire. "Yes, Master. I'll be your little broodmare. I'll carry your children and be discarded when you're done with me." Her voice was a soft whisper, broken and defeated.
Ethan laughed, a dark and cruel sound that sent shivers down Tia's spine. He moved his cock closer to her face, slapping it against her cheek.
He reached between her legs, pumping his fingers in her sopping cunt.
“Wow slut, seems to me that idea gets you super fucking wet. Is that what you want? For me to toss you aside? I thought you liked being my bitch puppy slut?” Ethan said, feigning hurt at her words.
“Don’t tell me you want to be tossed aside like yesterday’s trash, puppy? You don’t want to serve me forever, be my little bitch in heat?” Ethan taunted and laughed cruelly as Tia shook her head, her mascara running down her cheeks in black tracks.
Ethan leaned down and grabbed Tia by the chin, forcing her to look at him. “I think you do, slut. Your cunt is so wet. I don’t believe you don’t want that.”
Ethan sneered, his fingers still fucking her cunt. “Look at you, your cunt is dripping with need, begging for my cum. You’re so goddamn ready to be filled with my seed, aren’t you? You want to be a little bitch in heat, don’t you? You want to be bred, don’t you?”
Ethan’s fingers curled inside her, pressing against her g-spot as he continued to pump in and out of her, his hand coated in her juices.
Tia whimpered, her body shaking with need and humiliation. “Y-yes, Master. I want to be bred.
I want your cum inside me, making me your little bitch in heat," Tia admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, thick with tears and defeat.
Ethan's eyes gleamed with lust and satisfaction as he forced Tia's mouth onto his cock once more. He loved hearing her admit her deepest, darkest desires. He loved knowing that he was the one who could make her admit them.
“Don’t cry, puppy. Do you really think so low of your master? You think I’d treat you that way? When have I ever made you do something you didn’t want? Hmm, puppy? Answer me. Am I that bad?” Ethan feigned hurt, stroking his thumb along her jaw. "Answer me, puppy. Am I that bad? Do I treat you that way?"
Tia's eyes watered, her breath hitching as she looked up at him, her lips wrapped around his cock. She shook her head, her tears spilling over and dripping onto his thighs.
“Use your words, puppy. Tell me, honestly.”
Ethan's voice softened, but the edge of command was still clear.
"N-no, Master. Y-you're n-not bad," Tia stuttered, her voice muffled by his cock.
Ethan smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That's right, you know I don't. I take care of you, don't I, puppy? I give you what you need, what you crave.” Ethan purred, his fingers caressing her face, smearing her tears and mascara.
“You’re a lucky slut, puppy. Because your master knows better than your silly cunt brain. You shouldn’t get pregnant, it would ruin you, no matter how bad you want it.” Ethan cooed, slowly fucking her mouth. “And I like your parents. They were nice to me even when you became a bitch. When I finally breed you for real, they’ll love having me as your baby daddy. They’ll love their slut daughter and her bastard children because they’ll be mine. I’m a good master, Tia. I’m enjoying myself but I’m no monster.”
Ethan purred, slowly fucking Tia’s mouth, her muffled moans vibrating around his cock.
He pulled her head off his cock with a pop, her saliva dripping down her chin. “So, for now, you get to be my little fucktoy without the consequences of pregnancy. Seems like the best of both worlds, right, slut?”
Tia nodded, her eyes filled with tears and desire, her lips swollen and red from his cock. I-I want to be your fucktoy.” She whispered, her voice broken and defeated.
"Good girl," Ethan praised, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction. "You’re my fucking property and I take good care of what’s mine. Everything I do to you is for my pleasure but lucky for you, I get off on how fucking eager and desperate you are. I don’t need to actually breed you, it’s enough to know you’d take it, that you’d edge yourself all night thinking about it even though it terrifies you. That’s what makes you a good puppy slut, your dedication to obedience.” Ethan said, smiling cruelly. “Even when it scares you, you want to please me. Tell me, Tia, what do you want right now?”
Tia’s eyes, smeared with mascara, looked up at Ethan with a mix of fear and desperation.
“I-I want to serve you, Master. I want to make you happy.” She stammered as best she could around his cock.
Ethan laughed cruelly and pulled out of her mouth. “That’s a good answer, but what do you really want, Tia?
What’s that dirty little mind of yours fantasizing about?” Ethan taunted, his fingers still buried deep inside her cunt. “You want me to fill your throat with cum, make you gag on it? Or maybe you want me to shove my cock back into that tight little pussy of yours, make you feel like the little fucktoy you are?”
Tia whimpered, her body trembling with need and humiliation. “I want... I want whatever you want, Master,” she pleaded, her voice barely audible.
Ethan chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with lust and cruel intent. “That’s so fucking boring, Tia. But a good answer. I suppose I can’t expect much complex thought from my puppy pain slut who spent her whole night edging, can I?” Ethan sneered. “You’re such a good little slut, Tia. I just want you to admit when you want things, otherwise I *will* get bored of you. And neither of us want that, do we, puppy?”
Ethan taunted, his fingers pushing deep in her cunt, making her squirm. “So, let’s make a deal. You admit what you really want, and I promise not to get bored with you. I’ll make it worth your while, slut. I’ll give you something you’ve never had before. But first, you need to tell me what you want. Do you want my cock in your tight little cunt or my cum down your throat? Tell me, slut.”
Tia whimpered, her body shaking with need and humiliation. She knew what she wanted, but the words were hard to get out.
Ethan's fingers were still buried deep inside her, curling and pressing just right to make her body convulse with need. She wanted both, but she knew one would have to wait. She wanted to be filled, to feel him deep inside her, to be reminded that she was his.
"I-I want your cock in my cunt, Master," Tia finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ethan grinned, his eyes darkening with lust. "Good girl," he praised, his fingers still fucking her cunt. "You want to be filled with my cock, don't you? But let’s make it fun.” With a snap of his fingers, Tia was completely restrained, her legs spread wide, her entire cunt, drooling and throbbing, exposed to the air. She yelped at the sudden restraint and then moaned, reminded of her master’s incredible power over her entire reality. Her pussy was already dripping, her clit swollen and aching for attention. Ethan strolled over to her, his cock already hard and ready. He ran his fingers through her long, dark hair, gripping it tightly as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“I love how easy it is to control your body, puppy. One snap of my fingers and you’re spread wide open, waiting for me to fill you up.” Ethan purred, his fingers tugging at her hair, making her head tilt back and her body arch. He stepped back, admiring the view of Tia spread eagle, her pussy gaping and glistening with arousal.
“I’m going to play with your mind, puppy. Going to change your whole perception while you’re utterly powerless to fight it. What do you think of that, slut?” He asked, rubbing his thumb against her clit. Tia’s body convulsed, her back arching as a wave of pleasure washed over her. "I... I think it sounds incredible, Master," she managed to say, her voice breathless and filled with desire.
Ethan smirked, his eyes never leaving hers. Then let's start. Close your eyes, puppy."
Tia did as she was told, her body trembling with anticipation. She could feel Ethan's breath on her face, could feel the heat radiating off his body. She was hyper-aware of every move he made, could sense his every intention before he even acted on it.
It was as if her body was tuned to his frequency, attuned to his every command. She felt his fingers trail down her body, from her face, down her neck, her collarbone, to her breasts, where he pinched her nipples, making her gasp. He chuckled, a dark and dangerous sound that sent shivers down her spine.
“Picture yourself back in high school, our senior year. You were such a fucking bitch back then. I want your brain to become her again, I want to play with that monstrous cunt you were. But just your brain, your body is still just as sensitive and reactive to me as I’ve made it. Feel yourself regress to her.” Ethan commanded. Tia’s body shook as she let her mind go back to that time, the way she had been, the way she had treated Ethan and others. She felt herself becoming that person, her body responding to Ethan’s commands as if it was in the past.
Ethan smiled cruelly, watching her body twitch and react as she remembered. He walked around her, his cock hard and ready, dripping with pre-cum. He wanted to fuck this bitch, wanted to make her feel all the pain and humiliation she had inflicted on others.
He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. “Hi Tia, welcome to your future. Recognize me?” He watched her eyes widen in horror, her mind now completely convinced she was her high school self. She was the entitled bitch who put everyone down and as far as she knew, she was suddenly seeing her future, which apparently involved an older, insanely hot version of Ethan West, one of the losers she loved bullying. He was no longer the gangly, awkward teenager from high school, but a man with a strong jaw, short brown hair, and green eyes that glinted with cruel intent.
"Y-yes, I recognize you," Tia stammered, her voice shaking with fear and confusion.
"Good girl," Ethan purred, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Now, tell me, what do you want to do to me? What do you want to say to me?"
Tia's mind raced, trying to remember the things she used to say to Ethan, the things she used to do to him.
She could feel the old, familiar hatred and cruelty rising up inside her, fueled by the fear and humiliation she was experiencing.
"I-I want to... I want to make you my bitch," she stammered, her voice shaking with a mix of fear and hatred. "I want to make you lick my shoes, to clean my locker, to do my fucking homework." "Oh, baby, you were always such a creative little cunt. But let me tell you something, high school bitch Tia. You're not the one giving the orders anymore.
In this world, you exist to please me, to serve me, to be my little fucktoy. You can't do shit about it, can you, slut?"
Ethan's words sent a shiver down Tia's spine, her body responding to the harsh language and cruel intent in his voice. She could feel the old, familiar hatred and cruelty rising up inside her, fueled by the fear and humiliation she was experiencing. But at the same time, her body was already wet and ready for him, her cunt throbbing with a need she couldn't deny.
She was trapped, a fucking slave to her own desire and to her master. And she hated it, and she loved it.
“Please, Master. I-I don’t know what I want anymore.” Tia whimpered, her breath coming in short gasps. “I-I’m so confused.”
Ethan chuckled, a dark and dangerous sound that sent shivers down her spine. “Well, little bitch, that’s where this fun little game comes in. I’m going to remind you who you are, who you were, and who you are now. And then, I’m going to fuck you.”
Tia was so confused. How was this her future? She was hot, smart, driven, how the fuck does she end up as this loser’s fucktoy? And why was she so fucking horny?
She hated him, didn't she? She had always hated him. Yet her cunt was dripping with need, her nipples hard and begging for attention. It didn't make any fucking sense.
Ethan laughed, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down Tia's spine. "You're such a confusing little slut, Tia. You hate me, yet you're dripping wet just thinking about me fucking you. You want to be my little bitch, yet you can't even admit it to yourself."
He ran his fingers through her hair, gripping it tightly and pulling her head back. "But you know what? I want to help you make sense of it, piece by piece, memory by memory. The first memory you get is the night you decided to start hypnotizing yourself into a slutty puppy, just hoping that if I didn’t want you, I might want a pathetic pet. Remember that and feel how it clashes with everything you know.” Ethan ordered, eager to see the result. Tia’s eyes widened in shock, her body trembling as she was forced to relive that night.
"I-I can't... I don't want to remember that," she whimpered, her voice filled with humiliation.
"Too bad for you, slut," Ethan sneered, tightening his grip on her hair. "You're going to remember it all, every single detail. And then, you're going to tell me exactly what you were thinking, exactly what you wanted. Understand?"
Tia nodded, her eyes filled with tears.
She felt her body tense as the memories began to surface, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and shame.
"W-we were in the library, after school. I'd been practicing... practicing some self-hypnosis techniques I'd found online," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "I wanted... I wanted to make myself more... more attractive to you. I thought if I could change myself, make myself into a little puppy slut, maybe you'd want me."
Ethan chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down Tia's spine. "A puppy slut, huh? That's rich.
And how did you plan to do that, slut? Hypnotize me too? Make me see you as a fucking puppy?" Ethan taunted, his grip on her hair tightening. I just wanted to... to change myself," Tia stammered, her voice filled with humiliation. "I wanted to be... be what you wanted. I thought if I could be the perfect slut, the perfect little puppy, then you'd want me."
Ethan laughed, a harsh and cruel sound that sent shivers down Tia's spine. "But you didn't, did you, slut? I want you to remember spending the next decade, edging yourself to self-hypnosis videos, warping your mind in ways you couldn’t understand but craved. Recall the constant arousal it came with, how every moment you thought you could get away with it, you were humping your fingers.” Ethan sneered, his fingers still buried deep inside Tia’s cunt. “Tell me how those memories make you feel?”
Tia moaned, her body convulsing with need and humiliation.
"It makes me feel... feels like I'm going insane," she admitted, her voice trembling. "I can't stop, I can't control it. I just want... I want you. I want to be your little puppy slut. I want to serve you, to please you. I'm so fucking pathetic."
Ethan's grip on her hair tightened, his cock throbbing with lust and dominance. "That's right, you are pathetic. You didn’t see me for a whole decade yet you spent every day edging to the thought of me finally wanting anything to do with you.”
Ethan taunted, his fingers stretching her cunt as her body shook with humiliation.
Tia let out a choked sob, her body writhing against his hand. I was a fucking pathetic little cunt, wasn't I? I spent years trying to change myself just to please you. I edged myself raw, thinking about you fucking me. I was a desperate, little slut."
Ethan's grip on her hair tightened, his cock throbbing with excitement. "That's right, you were. And now look at you, spread wide, begging for my cock.
You were such a cunt back then, so sure that you were better than me. But now, look at you. You're nothing but a worthless little fucktoy, desperate for me to use you." Ethan sneered, his fingers curling inside her, pressing against her G-spot and making her body convulse with pleasure.
Tia whimpered, her cheeks flushed red with humiliation and arousal, her body shaking with need. I'm your worthless little fucktoy. I'm here to serve you, to please you."
Ethan grinned, his eyes gleaming with malice and lust. “You of course remember your equally bitchy best friend, Clara, right? Now I want you to remember spending the last decade hiding this obsession from her. She’d call you in the evening while you were edging and you’d talk to her, pretending your hand wasn’t in your cunt, that you hadn’t been hypnotizing yourself for some loser you both bullied. Remember that shame so crisply, recall her asking if you wanted to go out only to stay in, edging yourself.” Ethan commanded, his fingers pushing deep inside Tia’s cunt, making her body convulse with pleasure and shame.
Tia whimpered, her body trembling as she recalled the countless times she'd lied to Clara, the way she'd pretend everything was fine while she was secretly edging herself to thoughts of Ethan. I remember," Tia stammered, her voice thick with tears.
"I remember all the times I lied to her, pretended like I wasn't a fucking pathetic loser who couldn't stop thinking about you. I remember the shame, the guilt, the constant arousal that I couldn't shake."
Ethan grinned, his eyes dark with lust. Now, I want you to think about all the times you edged yourself to the thought of me. I want you to remember the way your fingers felt on your clit, the way your cunt throbbed with need.
I want you to remember the way you'd edge yourself, over and over again, never letting yourself cum, always denying yourself the release you craved. And I want you to tell me why you did it, Tia. Why did you edge yourself to the thought of me, night after night, year after year?" Ethan growled, his fingers fucking her cunt with brutal efficiency.
Tia moaned, her body convulsing with pleasure and humiliation. "I-I did it because I wanted to please you. I wanted to be ready for you, to be the perfect little slut for you.
I wanted you to find me irresistible, to want me as much as I wanted you."
Ethan chuckled. “And you knew Clara would never understand. Cruel, popular, bitchy Clara. You were so ashamed to keep it from her and so fucking horny.” Ethan taunted, his fingers pushing deep inside Tia’s cunt, making her body convulse with pleasure and shame.
Tia sobbed and nodded, her body shaking with the force of her humiliation and arousal. I was. I was so fucking ashamed and so fucking horny. I couldn't stop thinking about you, about what you'd do to me if you knew. I wanted you so fucking bad, but I couldn't tell her that. I was so fucking pathetic."
Ethan pulled his fingers out of her cunt, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean, savoring her taste. “Now, slut, why don’t you get a recent memory? Remember what Clara is like now. That bitch is gone. Titsy, a pathetic fuck cow, is all that remains of your best friend.” Ethan sneered, his fingers still fucking Tia's cunt, making her body writhe and squirm. “Clara's a useless piece of meat, a brainless cunt who runs around mooing like a fucking cow. She's pathetic, just like you. My little puppy pain slut.”
He pushed her further, two fingers in her cunt, curling and twisting until he found her G-spot. “Think about Clara now, slut. Think about her mooing and her big tits. Picture Titsy, remember suckling on her udders for me. How does it make you feel to know your best friend is a fuck cow?” Ethan taunted, his fingers pumping in and out of Tia’s cunt, making her body convulse with pleasure and humiliation.
“It-it makes me sick,” Tia cried out, her body trembling with shame and desire. “I can’t believe she’s so pathetic, so fucking worthless.”
Ethan grinned, his eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction. “That’s right, you can’t. And the best part is, I don’t just make you watch. I make you participate.
You get to milk her tits yourself, you get to suck on that fucking cow's teats and drink her fucking milk, like the pathetic little bitch you are.”
Ethan's words sent a wave of humiliation and arousal crashing over Tia. Her body convulsed, her pussy gushing with need as she imagined herself suckling on Clara's massive, swollen tits.
“Now, remember that Titsy is the only one of you two who gets to cum. You’re my pathetic, desperate edge slut just like Brad while Titsy cums whenever she wants. Aren’t you jealous?” Ethan taunted, his fingers curling inside Tia’s cunt, pressing against her G-spot and making her body convulse with pleasure. “You’re my pathetic little edge slut, the one who never gets to cum unless I say so.
While Titsy, that worthless fuck cow, gets to cum every fucking minute she wants. Does that make you wet, slut? Thinking about her milking those huge tits for me?”
Tia whimpered, her body shaking with shame and desire. She couldn't deny the filthy thoughts running through her mind. It makes me so fucking wet.
I want to fucking suck on her tits, beg her to let me drink her milk, to moan as I make her cum," Tia admitted, her voice a ragged whisper, laced with a shameless arousal she could no longer deny.
Ethan chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with malice and lust. "I don't fucking believe that. You're such a pathetic little bitch, Tia. You're jealous of her, aren't you?
You wish you could be Titsy for a day, just to feel what it's like to have those huge tits, to be able to cum whenever you want. You wish you could be the one with the fucking cow's life instead of my pathetic little edge slut." Ethan sneered, his fingers still buried deep in Tia's cunt, making her body convulse with need.
Tia moaned, her body writhing against his hand. She couldn't deny it any longer, the words spilling out of her like a confession. I-I am jealous.
I wish I could be her," Tia admitted, her voice filled with humiliation and desire. "I want to feel what it's like to have those huge tits, to moan as I cum all over them. I want to be a fucking cow, a worthless piece of meat for you to use."
Ethan's eyes darkened, his cock throbbing with lust and cruel intent. "You want that, slut? You want to be a fucking cow for me?"
Tia nodded, her body shaking with need and shame. I want to be your fucking cow.”
Ethan sneered, his fingers pulling out of her cunt with a wet pop. “Too bad. You chose your life and you’re stuck with it. Clara became Titsy and cums all the time because her brain is so empty. You are a dog, my puppy slut. You love to edge. You hate cumming, it ruins your edging. And you fucking love pain.” His voice was a dark growl, his eyes gleaming with cruel intent. “You love the way it stings, the way it makes you feel alive.
You’re a fucking masochistic little cunt, aren’t you?”
Tia’s body convulsed, her breath coming in short gasps. The words swirled in her mind, twisting something deep inside her. She felt her cunt throb with need, her clit pulsing with aching desire.
Ethan’s grip on her hair tightened, his cock throbbing with lust and dominance. “Answer me, slut.
Are you a masochistic little cunt who loves pain?” Ethan growled, his fingers tightening in Tia’s hair, forcing her to look up at him with tears streaming down her face.
“Yes, Master,” Tia choked out, her voice a ragged whisper. “I-I love the pain. I love the way it stings, the way it makes me feel alive.”
Ethan grinned, his eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction. “Good girl.
You know what happens to good little pain sluts who love pain? They get fucked,” Ethan growled, his voice thick with lust and cruelty. He grabbed Tia’s chin, tilting her head back and forcing her to look him in the eye. “You want to know what happens next, don’t you?”
Tia nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation and fear. Ethan smirked, his grip on her chin tightening. “Tell me what you want, slut. Say the words.”
Tia’s voice was a ragged whisper as she spoke the filthy words Ethan wanted to hear. “I want you to fuck me, Master.
I want you to use me, hurt me, make me your little pain slut,” Tia begged, her voice a ragged whisper, thick with tears and arousal.
Ethan's eyes darkened with lust and cruel intent as he watched the desperate need in Tia's eyes. He wanted to fuck her, wanted to bury himself deep inside her and make her scream with pain and pleasure.
Now was when Ethan decided to use the point of this game. He made Tia’s brain think she was in a brutal foursome with him. Being fucked in all three holes by Ethan while Titsy grinds on her face. It’s all I happening in her head but she feels every bit of it as her reality.
Ethan knew Tia was nearly insatiable, having spent the last decade imagining this to be her life and constantly edging herself. As much as he loved fucking the eager slut, he needed a break and thought this would be the perfect way to do it. He’s free to play with his other slaves while Tia is brutally fucked by her own mind.
Ethan was pleased to see Daniel wander downstairs just as he’d finished setting up Tia. Daniel’s head was down, new to his position but still knowing to be subservient to his master.
“Morning, faggot. How were your slutty gay dreams? I heard you moaning in your sleep, humping your cock against my leg like a gay bitch slut.” Ethan’s voice was thick with amusement and dominance. He ran his fingers through Daniel’s hair, gripping it tightly and forcing him to look up at him with tear-streaked eyes.
“Did you dream about fucking me? Did you imagine yourself as my happy little fucktoy? Or were you just dreaming about sucking my cock?” Ethan taunted, his grip on Daniel’s hair tightening.
Daniel flushed, his eyes darting away from Ethan’s gaze. “I-I dreamt about... about serving you, Master,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ethan laughed, a harsh and cruel sound that sent shivers down Daniel's spine. "You're such a fucking coward, aren't you? Always have been. Too scared to admit what you really want. But I know what you dream about when you're alone at night. I know you dream about fucking me, about being my little fuckboy. And I know you dream about sucking my cock." Ethan sneered, his grip on Daniel's hair tightening. "So tell me, faggot. What's it going to be?
Are you going to tell me what you really want, or am I going to have to punish that pretty little mouth of yours until it can't form words anymore?" Ethan growled, his fingers tightening in Daniel's hair, forcing him to look up at him with those big, blue eyes.
Daniel swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "I-I want to suck your cock, Master," he said, his voice barely a whisper.
Ethan grinned, a cruel and predatory smile that sent shivers down Daniel's spine. "That's more like it, faggot.
You know, I'm actually surprised at you. I thought you'd put up more of a fight. But then again, you were always the easy one to break," Ethan taunted, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. He guided Daniel to his knees, his cock already hard and ready. He ran his fingers through Daniel's hair, gripping it tightly and forcing him to look up at him.
"Open your mouth, slut. I want to see that pretty little throat of yours stretching around my cock," Ethan commanded, his voice thick with lust and dominance. Daniel obeyed, opening his mouth wide and sticking out his tongue, eager to please his master.
Ethan smirked, gripping Daniel's hair tighter as he slid his cock into Daniel's mouth, inch by inch. Daniel gagged slightly as Ethan's thick cock hit the back of his throat, but he quickly swallowed, relaxing his throat and taking Ethan's cock deeper.
"Fuck, yeah. That's a good little cocksucker," Ethan praised, his voice thick with lust. He began to move his hips, fucking Daniel's mouth with slow, deep thrusts. "You love that, don't you, faggot? You love having my cock shoved down your throat.
You love the way it stretches your mouth open wide, like the fucking whore you are. Don’t you, faggot?” Ethan growled, his hips moving faster, fucking Daniel's face with more force.
Daniel moaned around Ethan's cock, his eyes watering as he took it deeper and deeper. He loved the taste of Ethan, loved the feel of his strong body holding him in place. He was Ethan's bitch, his fucking hole, and he loved every second of it.
Ethan laughed, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down Daniel's spine. "That's right, slut. You fucking love it.
You love being my little fuck-doll. You love feeling my cock slide down your throat, feeling the head of my cock hit the back of your throat. You love it, don't you, faggot?" Ethan growled, his hips moving faster, fucking Daniel's face with more force and depth.
Daniel nodded, his eyes watering and his nose running as he took Ethan's cock deeper and deeper into his throat. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but take Ethan's cock and feel the pleasure and the pain of it. He was a fucking cock-slut, and he loved every second of it.
“I want you to think over the responses you got to your ‘coming out’ texts yesterday and decide which ones you think I’d like best to hear. Any ex girlfriends tell you they knew you were always going to be a slutty little fag? What did your parents think? I know they were disappointed when you stopped being my friend. Your mom apologized to my mom for her son being such a shallow asshole. How did mommy and daddy react when you told them you were a fucking faggot who was completely devoted to cock and your ex best friend who you betrayed? Were they proud of you? Or disappointed? Tell me the best responses you got back, the most humiliating ones.” Ethan instructed, his grip tight in Daniel’s hair as he continued to use his mouth.
Daniel, despite his gag reflex being triggered, managed to mumble around Ethan's cock. "My mom said she always knew I was different, that she always suspected I was a faggot but hoped I'd grow out of it. My dad just grunted and told me not to tell anyone. My ex-girlfriend said she wasn't surprised, that she always thought I was a little too interested in cock."
Ethan laughed, a dark and cruel sound that reverberated through Daniel's body. "That's fucking pathetic.
But then again, you're just a pathetic little faggot," Ethan sneered, his grip on Daniel's hair tightening as he continued to fuck his face. I can use that. I can make you my little humiliation slut, make you beg for it. You're going to love every second of it, aren't you, faggot?" Ethan growled, his hips moving faster, fucking Daniel's face with brutal force.
Daniel tried to nod, but Ethan's grip on his hair was too tight, his cock too deep in his throat.
He managed a small sound of agreement, a muffled "mm-hmm" that vibrated around Ethan's cock.
Ethan laughed, a dark and cruel sound that sent shivers down Daniel's spine. "That's right, faggot. You're going to love being my little humiliation slut. Everywhere you go for the rest of your life, all everyone will see is a subhuman fuck toy, my property. In fact, I’ll change reality just for you. You are now legally my property, my bitch. The government has acknowledged that your head is too full of cock to be a person, to have any rights, so now I have complete and total ownership over you." Ethan purred, his grip on Daniel's hair tightening as he continued to fuck his face. "You're like a pet to me, a fucking toy. I can use you however I want, whenever I want. I can make you suck cock, lick pussy, eat ass, whatever I fucking want. And you'll love every second of it, won't you, faggot?"
Daniel tried to nod again, but Ethan's cock was so deep in his throat that he couldn't move. He made a muffled sound of agreement, his eyes watering and his nose running as Ethan's cock fucked his face.
Ethan pulled out, much to Daniel’s dismay, just to watch him gag and drool. He slapped his face with his cock, making Daniel whimper around it.
“Fuck, your mouth looks so goddamn good with my cock in it,” Ethan praised, running his fingers through Daniel’s hair. “But right now, I want you to remember being made my property. How several doctors had to declare you legally a braindead cock whore who craved humiliation and obedience too much to legally be a person anymore. You didn’t even sign yourself over, they just gave you to me because they knew I could keep my mindless slut in line.” Ethan chuckled, his eyes dark with lust as he watched Daniel squirm. He knew the humiliation was turning him on, could see it in the way his cock pulsed in his hand.
“Now, tell me how that memory feels while you hump my boot again, fag.”
Daniel nodded, his eyes wide with humiliation and arousal.
He quickly moved to Ethan's boot, pressing his tiny cock clit against the leather, humping it desperately. "It feels… it feels humiliating, Master. I feel like a worthless piece of shit, a braindead cock whore who only exists to please you." He panted, his body writhing against Ethan's boot.
Ethan smirked, his cock throbbing with lust. "That's right, you are a worthless piece of shit, a braindead cock whore. And you love it, don't you? Having no rights, no choices. You’re less than a pet, even. You’re like a doll for me to play with because you’re so horny, obedient, and mindless.”
Ethan continues, watching Daniel squirm on his boot, feeling his cock clit throb against the leather. “You’re useless, pathetic, and worthless to everyone but me. And I love it. You love it too, don’t you faggot? You love being my little cock whore, my mindless fuck toy.”
Daniel nodded, his body writhing against Ethan’s boot, his cock clit pulsing with need. “Yes, Master. I love being your little cock whore. I’m so fucking turned on right now.
I’m turned on by the way my cock clit is throbbing against your boot, by the way you’re begging to be used, to be humiliated. I’m turned on by the way you love it, the way you crave it.
Daniel's body convulsed, his cock clit pulsing against Ethan's boot as he heard his master's words. He was on the verge of cumming, so close to the edge that his entire body was shaking with need. But he knew better than to cum without permission, knew the consequences of disobedience.
"P-please, Master.
I-I can't hold back much longer." Daniel begged, his voice ragged and desperate.
Ethan's lips curled into a cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "You're telling me you can't hold back? You can't control that pathetic little cock clit of yours? How fucking pathetic is that?" Ethan taunted, his voice thick with contempt and disgust.
Daniel shook his head, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his orgasm. I-I can't.
I'm sorry, Master. I-I can't hold back," Daniel whimpered, his body convulsing, his cock clit throbbing against the leather.
Ethan chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with malice. "I didn't tell you that you could cum, did I?" Ethan taunted, his fingers tightening in Daniel's hair. "You know the rules, faggot. You don't cum until I say so. If you cum now, I'll make sure you regret it. Ethan's voice was a low, threatening growl that sent shivers down Daniel's spine.
"You know the punishment for cumming without permission, don't you, faggot? You know what I'll do if you cum now?"
Daniel whimpered, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his orgasm. He knew the punishment all too well. He'd felt it before, and he knew he would feel it again if he disobeyed his master.
Ethan gripped Daniel's hair tighter, forcing his head back so that he was looking up at him. "Tell me, faggot. What's the punishment for cumming without permission?" Ethan demanded, his voice like ice.
Daniel's eyes watered as he struggled to hold back the tears, his body shaking with the effort. "The p-punishment is... is that you'll turn me... turn me into a p-piss pot," Daniel stammered, his voice little more than a whisper. "You'll make me drink it, Master. You'll make me..."
Ethan smirked cruelly, his grip on Daniel's hair loosening just enough for him to nod. You know the rules. You don't cum unless I tell you to.
If you do, your pathetic little piss clit will turn into a full-blown cunt, and you'll spend the rest of your pitiful life as my personal piss pot, drinking your own filth and moaning in disgust. Ethan sneered.
Daniel nodded desperately, his body convulsing with the effort to hold back his orgasm. He knew the consequences all too well.
Ethan chuckled, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "Good boy. Now, let's see if you can hold out a little longer." He reached down and grabbed Daniel's tiny cock clit, squeezing it tightly between his thumb and forefinger.
"This pathetic little clit is pulsing. It wants release so badly, doesn't it, faggot? It's begging for my permission to cum. But you know you can't, don't you? You know the punishment for disobedience."
Daniel whimpered, his body shaking with the effort of holding back his orgasm. "Y-yes, Master. I know."
"Good boy," Ethan praised, his voice thick with lust. "Now, let's see how long you can hold out. I want you to hump my boot and edge yourself, but don't you dare cum.
You'll hold it until I give you the permission to cum. But for now, you’re just going to whimper and squirm like the desperate little fucktoy you are."
Daniel nodded, his body already trembling with arousal and fear. His tiny cock clit, now so sensitive from the constant edging, rubbed against Ethan's boot, desperate for friction.