Chapter 6: Bully’s Punishment
Ethan couldn’t wait for Brad to arrive. Once again wanting a fresh start for his new toy, he magically cleans the house, the carpet no longer drenched in his fuck cow’s milk. Titsy was in the kitchen, milking herself. He decided to slow her milk production a bit, just enough that she wasn’t making a gigantic milky mess but enough that her tits were constantly aching and sensitive. Ethan walked over to Tia to prepare her for Brad’s arrival.
“Tia, I’m going to make a fun little apparatus for you, my puppy pain slut.” Ethan focused his powers, wrapping Tia in his new invention. He gave her massive tits nipple rings to match her clit piercing. All of her piercings were tied together, with weights on each ring and a dildo in her cunt. With each swing of her tits, the string would yank on her clit, drop the weights, and fuck her with the dildo. An endless cycle of yanking her piercings up, pulling them down with weights, and shoving the dildo into her cunt.
“You’ll have lots of fun with that, won’t you, you pathetic pain slut? Don’t worry, it won’t permanently damage you so you can go as hard as you want, cause yourself as much pain and pleasure as you can take.” Ethan smiled, already imagining the fucked up scene that would unfold.
He walked over to the wall, grabbing a thick rope and hanging it securely. He quickly tied Tia’s hands behind her back, her wrists bound together tightly. He then secured her ankles, spreading her legs wide and tying her to the wall.
Tia moaned, her eyes filled with lust and anticipation. She was a fucking masochist and loved any and all forms of pain. She knew her master would make this scene unforgettable.
Ethan walked over to her, gripping her chin roughly and making her look up at him.
"You're going to enjoy this, my little pain slut. You're going to enjoy it so much that you're going to squirt all over the floor, just from the pain and pleasure of your master's design. And then, when you're begging for more, I'm going to make you watch while I fuck Brad and turn him into my new pet. And who knows, maybe I'll let you lick his ass clean afterwards. Would you like that, Tia? Would you like to see my high school bully, your and Titsy’s little bodyguard, reduced to a pathetic, mindless fuck pet?"
Tia moaned, her body squirming with lust and anticipation.
The thought of seeing Brad reduced to a pathetic, mindless fuck pet was almost too good to be true. She wanted it so badly, wanted to see her high school friend humiliated and degraded.
"Yes, Master. I want to see Brad turned into your fuck pet. I want to watch as you break him and remake him into something just for your pleasure."
Ethan growled, his cock throbbing with anticipation. "That's my good little pain slut. Now, let's get you started on your little toy here." He gripped the rope that hung from the ceiling and gave it a tug, making the weights on Tia's nipple rings swing, pulling her clit piercing taut and shoving the dildo deeper into her cunt.
Tia's body convulsed, a high-pitched moan escaping her lips. The dildo in her cunt was relentless, moving in and out of her with each swing of the weights, each tug on her nipple rings. The sensation was intense, like nothing she'd ever felt before.
Ethan chuckled, a deep, dark sound that sent shivers down Tia's spine. He could see her struggling, her body writhing against the ropes that bound her to the wall. He knew she was close, could see the way her body was trembling, the way her breath was coming in short, ragged gasps.
"How does it feel, Tia? Does it hurt?
Is it too much for you? I want to see the pain in your eyes, hear it in your screams. I want to know that you're suffering for my pleasure, that every pull and tug is driving you to the brink of insanity." Ethan's voice was thick with lust and dominance as he watched Tia struggle against her bonds, her body convulsing with each swing of the weights.
Tia whimpered, her body trembling as she tried to adjust to the relentless sensation. "It-it's so intense, Master.
The pain is-is overwhelming, but it feels so good at the same time," Tia gasped out between moans, her body arching and squirming against the ropes as the dildo relentlessly screwed her cunt. "M-more," she begged, her voice desperate. "Make it hurt more."
Ethan's cock throbbed, loving every second of Tia's suffering. He gave the rope another hard tug, making the weights swing faster, the dildo fuck her harder and deeper. "That's it, my little pain slut. Take it all. Feel it yank on your tits and clit just the way you like, your cunt pounded for my pleasure.
Look at how your cunt is already leaking with eagerness, my little slut. This is all you’re good for now, isn’t it? A fuck toy to be used and abused by your master. A pain slut to be tortured and degraded for my enjoyment." Ethan's voice was a low growl, laced with dark desire and malice.
Tia screamed as the weights swung harder and faster, the dildo plunging in and out of her at a punishing pace.
Her nipples felt like they were on fire, the pain radiating through her body and mixing with the pleasure that snaked its way up her spine. She loved every moment of it, the agony and ecstasy blending together into a symphony of sensation that she couldn't get enough of.
Ethan watched, his cock throbbing in his pants as he took in the scene before him. Tia was a pathetic mess, her body shaking and convulsing as she begged for more pain. He looked forward to breaking in Brad, to reducing him to a mindless fuck toy just like Tia.
He wanted to see the high school jock, the star quarterback, turned into a begging, pathetic mess. He wanted to see him squirm, to hear his pleas for more, for harsher, more brutal treatment. He imagined Brad's body, once strong and athletic, now weak and trembling, covered in bruises and welts from Ethan's hands and whip. He imagined Brad's once proud cock now limp and useless, only good for milking and disposal.
The sound of the doorbell ringing pulled Ethan from his fantasies. He walked over to the door, a cruel smile spreading across his face.
“Answer the fucking door, Ethan! I know you’re in there, you fucking loser!” He opened it slowly, revealing Brad standing on the other side, his eyes narrowed in anger and his fists clenched at his sides.
“You wanna come in, Brad?” Ethan asked, his voice dripping with sugary sweetness. Brad stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room, looking for his wife, Clara. But Clara wasn’t here anymore and Ethan was saving Titsy as a little surprise.
“What the fuck did you do to her, Ethan?” Brad growled, taking a step towards Ethan. “Where’s my fucking wife?!”
Ethan held up a hand, holding Brad in place.
“My, my, Bradley, always such a hot head. Is that anyway to great an old high school pal? Calm down, you’ll see her soon enough. Follow me to the living room, we have much to discuss.” Ethan practically purred out, loving the control he had over his former bully. He walked to the living room, knowing Brad would follow. He wanted to savor this moment, to make Brad beg and plead for his wife's whereabouts.
Brad followed Ethan, his face contorted with anger and frustration. He wanted to punch Ethan in the face, to beat the living shit out of him for taking his wife. But Ethan had always been a slippery fuck, and Brad knew he couldn't just rush him.
"Where is she, Ethan? What have you done to her?" Brad demanded, his voice shaking with rage.
Ethan turned to face Brad, a wicked smile spreading across his face.
"Oh, Brad, always so eager. I like that in a man. But first, let's get you comfortable, shall we?" Ethan's eyes flicked to the wall behind Brad, and suddenly, Brad's arms were pinned behind his back, his wrists bound together with thick rope. He struggled, but it was no use. Ethan's power was greater than any physical strength.
“Let me go, you fucking piece of shit!" Brad snarled, trying to kick Ethan, but his legs were similarly constrained, his ankles tied to the wall, spreading him wide open.
“I thought I told you to *calm down, Brad.” Ethan said, pulling the adrenaline from Brad. He was still just as much of an angry bully but now he would be a bit quieter, a bit more restrained. “If you don’t, I might have to put you in something like I have Tia in, and you won’t love it nearly as much as she does.” Ethan stepped aside with a cruel chuckle, revealing the writhing woman, sweat and pussy juices dripping down her beautiful, deep skin, clearly in pain and clearly in ecstasy.
"See, she's having a great time. I think you'd enjoy something similar, don't you, Brad?"
Brad glared at Ethan, then at Tia, his face reddening with anger. "You fucking piece of shit. Untie me right now! What are you doing to her? And where’s my fucking wife?"
Brad snarled, his face a mask of anger and frustration as he looked at Tia's writhing form.
Ethan laughed, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down Tia's spine. "No manners, Brad… you won’t even say hello to your partner in crime? You, Clara, and her were quite the trio in high school, made my life a living hell like it was your full time job.”
Ethan strode towards Brad’s restrained form, tracing his finger along his body, feeling his muscles under his hands. “I’m so glad you’ve stayed in shape, Brad. I’d have a lot less fun with you otherwise.” He chuckled.
"Don't worry, Brad. I'm going to make sure you're a lot of fun to play with too. But first, let's get you nice and comfortable. I want you to enjoy this as much as Tia and your wife are."
Ethan's eyes flicked to the living room wall, and suddenly, Brad's body was lifted into the air, his legs and arms splayed wide, wrists and ankles bound to the wall with thick, heavy chains.
Ethan traced a finger along Brad’s cock, encased in his jeans. He willed it to hardness, watching as a wet patched formed from Brad’s precum.
“That’s so much better, isn’t it, Brad? Say hello to Tia for me, be polite, look her right in the eyes. Really take her in, she doesn’t mind.” Brad looked over at Tia, her eyes glassy and unfocused, her body convulsing with each swing of the rope. He felt a pang of jealousy seeing her so lost in pleasure. He wanted to feel that too, wanted to be reduced to a pathetic mess for Ethan.
“Hello, Tia,” Brad said, his voice breathy and desperate. “Fuck, I can’t believe it’s really you. Look at you, all strung up and fucked out.
Isn't it just amazing, the things I can do to people with a flick of my wrist?" Ethan taunted, his voice dripping with malice as he stood before Brad. He circled him like a predator, his eyes gleaming with dominance and lust.
Brad groaned, his own eyes locked onto Tia as she twisted and shuddered against her bonds. He could see her cunt juices dripping down her thighs, could hear her moans of pleasure and pain as the dildo fucked her relentlessly. He wanted that. He wanted what she had, what Ethan was giving her.
“Can you feel the way I’ve already changed your thoughts? Were you always so eager, desperate to be used? Or is that new? You didn’t even notice me put it there, did you? It feels so natural.” With those words, Ethan leaned his body into Brad’s. He reached down between them, cupping Brad’s balls in his hand and giving a gentle squeeze. Brad hissed, his eyes fluttering shut as Ethan began to stroke him.
“Fuck, Ethan. What the hell are you doing to me?” Brad asked, his voice a ragged growl.
Ethan smiled, a slow, wicked grin that promised nothing but sin. “Just giving you what you’ve always wanted, Brad. A little taste of your own medicine.”
He grasped Brad’s cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, teasingly.
“Tell me, Brad. What do you want me to do to you? What do you want me to make you feel?”
Brad’s breath was ragged, his body trembling with need. “Fuck me, Ethan. Fuck me like you fucked Tia. Make me yours. Make me feel like a fucking cunt.”
Ethan chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down Brad’s spine. “You want that, do you? You want to be my little fucktoy, my cunt?
I want to hear you beg for it, Brad. I want to hear you plead for my cock to fuck your ass like the pathetic little bitch you are. Tell me, what would you do for that?” Ethan taunted, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Brad’s spine.
Brad's body was trembling, his cock throbbing in Ethan's hand. He couldn't believe how much he wanted this, how much he wanted Ethan to fuck him, to use him like the worthless piece of shit he knew he was. He opened his mouth, but all that came out was a ragged moan.
Ethan smiled, tightening his grip on Brad's cock, making him gasp. "I can't hear you, Brad. Tell me, what would you do for my cock? What would you do to be my fuck toy, my cunt?"
Brad groaned, his hips trying to thrust into Ethan's grip. "I-I'll do anything, Ethan. I'll be your fucking slave. I'll lick your boots, I'll clean your fucking toilet with my tongue, I'll take your cock in my ass every day for the rest of my life. You can even have Clara, I don’t care. Take her.”
“Oh Brad, Clara’s gone now. Your wife is no longer. Would you like to see her? To see what I’ve made her into? I want you to hold onto yourself for a bit longer. I know you’re desperate but I still want your heart to ache and your blood to boil when you see what I’ve done to her. It’ll make it so much sweeter for us both.” Ethan’s smile widened, a cruel glint in his eye. “Alright, Brad. Let’s see how far you’re willing to go.”
He took a step back and gestured to Tia. “As you wish, my pet. Show Brad here what it truly means to be a fuck toy.”
Tia, still tied to the wall, moaned softly, her eyes rolling back in her head as she continued to be fucked by the relentless dildo. Her body convulsed with each swing of the weights, her cunt juices dripping down her thighs and onto the floor.
Tia was lost in a world of pain and pleasure, her body trembling and squirming against the ropes. She was a fucking mess, a pathetic little slut begging for more.
Brad watched, his eyes wide with disbelief and growing arousal. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Tia, his high school friend, his wife's best friend, reduced to a pathetic, mindless fuck toy. And she was enjoying it.
Ethan chuckled, his voice low and dark. "Like what you see, Brad? Want a taste?"
Brad hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
“Too bad. Tia’s made up for her sins, she’s taken my punishments and come out reborn. You haven’t earned that yet, haven’t earned the ecstasy. You have to keep your mind a little longer, just like she did, before I let you enjoy yourself like she is. Do you want to see your wife now? See how she’s paid her dues, made up for her cruelty?” Ethan asked, his voice a low growl as he moved closer to Brad.
He ran a hand through his hair, growling in Brad’s ear. “She’s mine now, completely and utterly. She’s learned her lesson and now she’s my perfect little fuck toy.”
Brad watched, his cock throbbing in his pants, his body trembling with need and desire. He wanted to see his wife, to know what Ethan had done to her, but he also wanted to feel that pleasure, that pain. He wanted to be used and abused like Tia was. He wanted to see what he’d done with Clara. He wanted to see her as the pathetic fuck toy Ethan had turned her into.
"Show me," Brad begged, his voice ragged with desire and desperation.
Ethan chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down Brad's spine. "If you insist, you eager boy.” Ethan summoned a small cow bell and rang it, letting Titsy know her time was here, time to crawl back in and see her husband.
She padded into the room on all fours, her enormous udders swaying, a long stream of milky fluid dribbling from her nipples and dripping onto the floor. She looked up at Brad with doe eyes, her mouth hanging slightly open, drool leaking from the corner of her lips. She was a fucking mess, a pathetic little slut who had been reduced to nothing more than Ethan’s fuck cow. And she loved it.
“Say hi to Titsy, Brad. Clara was such an unhappy bitch, I decided to free her from that torment.” Ethan continued, his voice dripping with malice. “I remade her into something she'd always wanted but was too scared to admit. Her entire life was a lie, after all." Ethan's eyes glinted with cruel amusement as he looked at Brad. "I think she's happier now, don't you?"
Brad stared at Titsy, his eyes wide with disbelief and horror. "No...no, that's not... That's not Clara. He struggled against his bonds, his body shaking with shock and anger.
"You fucking monster," he snarled. "What the fuck have you done to her?"
Ethan just smiled, his eyes gleaming with cruel enjoyment. "Oh, Brad, always so dramatic. I've simply given her what she always wanted. She was a slut in high school, always bragging about how much her tits had grown, how big and perfect they were. So, I made her into one. A little milk cow, ready to serve her master. And look at her, she loves it. Don't you, Titsy?"
Titsy mooed her agreement, her ass wagging happily.
She loved serving her master, loved being his little fuck cow. She crawled over to Brad, her udders swinging and her pussy dripping with milk and juice. She nuzzled against him, her mouth finding his cock through his jeans. She moaned as she licked and sucked on the bulge, tasting his precum through the denim.
Brad groaned, his body trembling with a mix of horror and arousal. "Fuck off, you fucking cow. Get away from me."
Ethan chuckled, his voice dark and amused. "Now, now, Brad. Don't be rude to your wife.
Titsy, come here and let Brad see how much you enjoy serving your master." Ethan commanded. Titsy mooed again, her ass wagging excitedly as she backed up to Brad. She lifted her hips, revealing her dripping, swollen pussy and presented it to Brad.
"See how wet she is, Brad? She's always ready for her master, always ready to be used and abused for my pleasure. And look at those udders, they're practically bursting with milk." Ethan taunted, his voice dripping with filth and malice. “She’s so much better like this than she ever was as Clara. You can see that, can’t you Brad? Take a good look at your wife, take it all in.”
Ethan’s voice was a low growl as he watched Brad’s eyes widen in disbelief and horror. He could see the struggle in Brad’s face, the disgust and the arousal fighting for dominance.
Titsy mooed again, her hips swaying and her udders bouncing as she presented herself to Brad. She loved being on display, loved being used and abused for her master’s pleasure. She turned her head to look at Brad, her eyes filled with lust and submission.
“Yeah, you fucking piece of shit, look at her. Look at what I’ve turned your precious Clara into.
Tell me, Brad, does it make your cock hard? Does it make you want to fuck her, to stick your cock in that milky pussy and spill your seed inside her? Ethan purred, his voice laced with malice and desire.
Brad stared at Titsy, his eyes wide with disbelief and shock. He couldn't believe what Ethan had done to his wife, couldn't believe that Clara was now nothing more than a fuck cow, a pathetic little slut who loved being used and abused by her master.
But despite the disgust and horror he felt, he couldn't deny the arousal that coursed through his veins. He couldn't deny the way his cock throbbed in his pants, the way his body trembled with need and desire.
Ethan laughed, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down Brad's spine. "I can see the struggle in your eyes, Brad. I can see the disgust and the arousal fighting for dominance. It's pathetic, really, the way you try to hide your true feelings. But I can see right through you, Brad.
I can see the way your eyes are fixed on her udders, the way your tongue flicks out to lick your lips. You want a taste, don’t you? You want to suck on her teats, feel that warm, creamy milk fill your mouth. You want to fuck her, don’t you? Fuck her like the pathetic little fuck cow she is.”
Brad groaned, his body squirming against his bonds as he fought against the conflicting emotions inside him. He didn’t want to want this, didn’t want to be aroused by the sight of his wife like this. But he was.
He couldn’t deny it any longer. He was aroused by the sight of his wife like this, by the thought of using her like Ethan did. He wanted to taste her, to feel her milky tits in his hands, to fuck her like the pathetic little slut she was.
Ethan chuckled, taking in Brad’s struggle. “I know what you want, Brad. You want to stick your cock in that milky pussy and fill her with your cum.
I can see it in your eyes, Brad. You want to use her, and you want me to make you do it.” Ethan growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance as he reached out and grabbed Titsy’s udders, squeezing them hard enough to make her moan and squirm. “Isn’t that right, Titsy? You can see how turned on your pathetic husband is by seeing you like this.”
Titsy mooed in agreement, her hips writhing and her cunt dripping.
“Tell me, Brad. Tell me all the thoughts going through your mind. Don’t be shy.” Ethan’s voice was a low, dark growl, his fingers squeezing Titsy’s udders hard enough to make her moan and writhe. What’s going through that twisted little mind of yours?”
Brad groaned, his body trembling with a mix of horror and desire. He looked into Titsy's eyes, seeing the lust and submission there, and knew he couldn’t hold back any longer.
"Fuck, I want... I want to fuck her," he admitted, his voice ragged with desire and shame. "I want to shove my cock in that milky pussy and make her scream for me.
I want to use her like the fucking slut she is," Brad admitted, his voice raw with desire and loathing.
Ethan chuckled darkly, a sick smile spreading across his face as he released Titsy's udders and walked over to Brad. He ran his fingers through Brad's hair, gripping it tightly as he forced Brad to look into his eyes.
"Good boy, Brad. I'm glad you're finally being honest with yourself. But it’s too bad, you’ll never get to do that. Titsy’s all mine now. She might fuck other men for me but not you, *never* you, Brad.” Ethan emphasized as he ran his finger down Brad’s cheek. “You're nothing more than a pathetic bitch to me now. You’ll never touch her again. You’ll never taste her, never fuck her. She’s mine now, completely and utterly. You can only watch, Brad. Watch and beg.”
Ethan's hands dropped to Brad’s jeans, undoing the button and zipper and shoving them down his thighs. Brad’s cock sprang out, already hard and leaking precum. Ethan wrapped his hand around the shaft, gripping it tightly as he began to stroke Brad off.
"Watch your wife, Brad. Look at what a fucking slut she is for me. Watch how she loves being used, how she loves serving her master."
Titsy mooed excitedly, her eyes locked onto Brad as she continued to wiggle her tits. Her udders swinging and her cunt dripping with milky fluid. She was a fucking mess, a pathetic little slut who loved being used and abused for her master's pleasure.
Brad watched, his eyes wide with disbelief and arousal.
His wife, his high school sweetheart, was now a fucking cow, a pathetic little milk-producing slut begging to be used and abused by Ethan. And she was loving it.
Ethan's hand was a blur on Brad's cock, the strokes fast and hard. "You like what you see, don't you, Brad? Look at her, a useless fuck cow. And Tia, all strung up and fucked out. You want to be used like them, don't you?
You want to be my little fuck toy, my cunt?" Ethan taunted, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Brad's spine.
Brad groaned, his hips thrusting into Ethan's hand, desperate for more. "Yes, fuck yes. I want to be used like that. I want to be your fuck toy, your cunt. Please, Ethan, please use me like that."
Ethan chuckled darkly, his hand still stroking Brad's cock. "I'll let you in on a little secret, Brad. I've already turned your precious Clara into my fuck toy. But you, you're a special case.
You deserve more than just becoming a fuck cow or a pain slut. You deserve to be my personal plaything, my little fuck puppet. I'm going to break you and remake you into the perfect fuck doll, just for me.”
Ethan's voice was a dark, sultry growl, sending shivers down Brad's spine as he continued to stroke his cock. Brad's breath was ragged, his body trembling with need and desire. He wanted this, wanted to be used and abused by Ethan. He wanted to be his little fuck doll, his personal plaything.
“Please, Ethan. Please do it. Make me your fuck doll.
Please, Ethan, I want to be your personal fuck doll.” Brad begged, his voice hoarse with desperation and need.
Ethan smiled darkly, his hand continuing to stroke Brad's cock, keeping him on the edge of orgasm. "Very well, Brad. Since you asked so nicely, I'll grant your wish. But first, let's cut the damn chatter and get down to business."
He released Brad's cock, only to grip it tightly and force it down, so that the head pressed against Titsy's milky tit. "Lick it, Titsy. Clean his cock with your tongue. Show him the only time you’ll give him any pleasure is when your master commands you. You don’t care about Brad, he isn’t your master so you couldn’t care less. You are only there for master’s pleasure. You couldn’t care less about Brad and his pathetic cock, his perverse desires. In fact, he disgusts you. He’s a dirty little pervert who wanted to take you from your master!”
Titsy growled, her eyes wide with disgust as she glared at Brad. She licked her lips in preparation, her tongue swiping against her lips in a lewd display. She leaned down, her massive udders swaying with the movement as she took Brad's cock into her mouth. She sucked hard, her tongue swirling around the head as she took him deep into her throat. She gagged, the sound muffled by Brad's cock, but she didn't stop. She took him deeper, her throat constricting around him as she bobbed her head up and down.
Brad groaned, his hips thrusting into her mouth, desperate for more. He could feel her tongue, hot and wet, swirling around his cock as she sucked him off like a fucking pro. He looked down at her, his eyes wide with disbelief and arousal.
"Fuck, yeah, that's it, Titsy. Take that pathetic little cock like a good little slut," Ethan taunted, his voice dark and amused as he watched Brad's face contort with pleasure. "She's loving it, Brad. She hates you, hates your cock. But she loves obeying me.
She loves serving her master, even if the person she’s serving is someone she hates.” Ethan's fingers tangled in Brad's hair, gripping it tightly as he forced Brad's head back, making him look up at him.
“You want to know what it feels like to have her suck your cock, don’t you, Brad? You want to know what it’s like to have her pretty little mouth wrapped around your dick, taking every inch of you down her throat?” Ethan's voice was a low growl, laced with dark desire.
Brad moaned in response, his hips bucking against the chains, desperate for more.
"Fuck, yes. I wanna know what it feels like. Please, Ethan, please let me feel it."
Ethan smirked, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Oh, I'll make sure you feel it, Brad. But first, I want you to watch her take my cock. I want you to see how happily she sucks me off, how she eagerly swallows every drop of my cum."
Ethan unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock. It was thick and veiny, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
Ethan gripped it at the base, his fingers wrapping around the shaft as he guided it towards Titsy's waiting mouth. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust and submission, and parted her lips to take him in.
"Suck it, you pathetic little bitch," Ethan commanded, his voice thick with lust and dominance. "Show me how much you love serving your master."
Titsy moaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated against Ethan's cock as she took him deep into her throat.
“Show Brad and I the difference between my cock and his. How much more you love my cock and how pathetic his cock is in comparison!” Ethan growled, gripping Titsy's hair and thrusting his hips, driving his cock deeper into her throat.
Brad watched, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he watched his wife take Ethan's cock like a fucking pro. She was gagging and choking on it, but she didn't stop. She just kept taking it deeper, her throat working around the thick shaft as she tried to take more of him.
Fuck, it was hot as hell. Watching his high school sweetheart, the hopeful mother of his future children, act like a fucking slut for Ethan was both revolting and thrilling.
Brad's cock throbbed and leaked precum as he watched Titsy struggle to take Ethan's massive cock down her throat. He knew he should be angry, but all he felt was arousal, the same arousal he'd felt when he watched Ethan break Tia.
Ethan fucked Titsy's face with brutal efficiency, his hips thrusting hard, his cock slamming against the back of her throat. Titsy gagged and choked, her eyes watering, but she never tried to pull away.
She loved it, loved the feeling of being used, of being force-fed Ethan's massive cock. She looked up at him through tear-streaked eyes, her mouth stretched wide around his shaft, and moaned.
"Fuck, you dirty little cow," Ethan growled, his hips thrusting faster as he gripped her hair tighter. "Take it, you fucking love it, don't you? Take your master's cock like a good little slut."
Titsy moaned again, the sound muffled by Ethan's cock.
She loved this, loved being used this way. Ethan could feel her throat convulsing around his cock, her saliva dripping down her chin and onto her massive tits.
He looked over at Brad, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "Doesn't that look amazing, Brad? Watching your wife take my cock like a fucking pro. She's a natural at this, isn't she? Way better than she ever was with you."
Brad groaned, his cock twitching as he watched Titsy deepthroat Ethan's cock.
He couldn't believe how much he wanted to be in her place, to feel Ethan's cock sliding down his throat. He wanted to be used like that, to be forced to take every inch of Ethan's massive cock.
Ethan's eyes met Brad's, a wicked gleam in them. "You want to feel my cock in your throat, don't you, Brad? You want to be used and abused like the pathetic little bitch you are?"
Brad nodded, unable to speak, his body trembling with need.
Ethan chuckled darkly, pulling his cock from Titsy's mouth with a wet pop.
She gasped, her eyes watering as she looked up at him with a mixture of lust and submission. Ethan slapped her across the face, hard enough to make her head snap to the side. "Do you want to put your cock in my slut’s mouth, you fucking pathetic little bitch?"
Brad nodded eagerly, his cock throbbing with anticipation. "Yes, yes, I do."
Ethan smiled cruelly, gripping Titsy's hair and forcing her to her knees. "Then lick his cock clean, you filthy little cow.
Taste his pathetic precum and show him the difference between your master's cum and his worthless jizz." Ethan taunted, his voice thick with lust and malice.
Titsy mooed, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she leaned in and began to lick Brad's cock, cleaning off the precum that had leaked onto his skin. She licked and sucked, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, tasting him like he was worthless, which he was.
Brad groaned, his body trembling with arousal and humiliation.
The thought of his high school sweetheart, his once-proud wife, licking his cock like a fucking animal should have disgusted him. But it didn't. It turned him on more than anything ever had.
Ethan watched, a cruel smile spreading across his face as he saw the conflicting emotions playing out on Brad's face. He knew that Brad was on the verge, that he was just one more push away from totally surrendering to him. He wanted to see Brad shatter, wanted to see him break completely and become his plaything.
"That's it, Titsy. Show him what you're made for.
Show him that you're mine, my little fuck cow, and his pathetic piece of shit wife is now nothing more than a hole for me to fill and a body for me to use. Show him that you're a goddamn queen now, while he's just a fucking worm for me to step on."
Titsy mooed, her tongue eagerly lapping at Brad's cock, licking every inch of him. She sucked on the tip, swirling her tongue around the head before taking him deep into her throat. She gagged, but it was clear she didn't care. She looked up at Brad, nothing but disdain for him in her eyes, a complete contrast to how much she loved sucking Ethan’s cock. She’d do just as good of a job but she’d never feel content with Brad’s cock in her. That was reserved for her master. She was a fucking cow, a mindless breeding machine who only found true pleasure when she was being used by her master.
Ethan chuckled darkly as he watched Brad squirm, desperate for release. He could see the anticipation building in Brad’s eyes, the trembling of his muscles as he fought against the chains. Ethan knew just how to push him over the edge. He stepped closer to Brad, his voice a low growl.
“You want to feel her mouth on your cock, don’t you, Brad? You want to feel her sucking you off like the little cunt she is. Beg for it, Brad.” Ethan has no intention of letting Brad have a satisfying orgasm in his wife’s mouth. Ethan was going to let him tip over the edge and then ruin it for him, all of the sensation, none of the pleasure. "Please, Ethan, please let Titsy suck my cock," Brad begged, his voice raw with need. "Please, I need to feel her mouth on me."
Ethan smirked, a wicked glint in his eye. "Very well, Bradley. Since you asked so nicely."
He reached down and gripped Titsy's hair, forcing her head back down onto Brad's cock. She made an obscene wet sound as she took him into her throat, her mouth and tongue working to pleasure him.
Brad groaned, his hips thrusting upwards, trying to force more of his cock down her throat.
Titsy gagged, her body convulsing as she fought to take him, to please her master. Ethan watched, his eyes gleaming with twisted pleasure as he saw Brad struggle for release. He knew that Brad was close, that he was just on the brink of orgasm. He stepped closer, his voice a low growl.
"That's it, Brad. Use her mouth like the fucking whore she is. Make her take every inch of your pathetic little cock."
Brad groaned, his body trembling with need as he fucked Titsy's face. He could feel it building, the sensation of release just out of reach.
But as he tipped over the edge, Ethan pulled Titsy off his cock, a wicked smile spreading across his face. Brad groaned in frustration, his orgasm crashing over him but completely ruined. His cum dribbled pathetically from his cock, representing just how little enjoyment Brad got from his ruined orgasm. Ethan laughed, a dark, cruel sound that sent shivers down Brad's spine. "Did you think I was going to let you enjoy that, you pathetic little worm? You don't deserve pleasure, not after what you did to me. You deserve to be punished, to be used and abused."
Ethan turned to Titsy, who was panting, her massive udders swaying with her breath. He gripped her hair, forcing her to look up at him. "Clean him up, you fucking cow.
Lick every last drop of that worthless jizz off his cock, then lick his balls clean. Then we’ll really have some fun.”