Chapter 8: Responsible Ownership
Ethan groaned with pleasure as Brad cleaned his cock, licking off his own ass and his master’s cum like it was all he lived for. And in a way, it was. He was Ethan’s now and he knew it, he’d begged for it. He could feel his master’s cum in his ass and felt a confusing mixture of humiliation, contentment, degradation, and pride, having been used so thoroughly by his master.
Titsy was still enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm on Brad’s face. She didn’t really understand who he was but master said he’d tried to take Titsy away and be Clara again so she knew she didn’t like him. But he was master’s bitch slave slut so she gladly took the pleasure her master gave her through him. She mooed contently, having just watched Brad get fucking destroyed by her master’s cock. She was jealous and horny, knowing exactly how good it felt for master to pound her fuck holes.
Tia was still on her pain apparatus, enjoying the weights on her clit and tits as well as the dildo pumping in and out of her cunt. She was in heaven, pain and pleasure mixing in a way that was pure ecstasy for a pain slut like her. She was so lucky that her master gave her this toy to spend however long he wanted abusing her tits and cunt.
Her toes were curled, her back bowed, and she was lost in a blissful haze of pain and pleasure. Tia was a sight to behold, her body glistening with sweat, her hair pulled tight, her eyes rolled back in her head. She was in another realm, one where only her master's commands mattered, where she lived only to serve and please him.
Ethan watched Tia with a mix of pride and lust. He had created this monster, this pain-loving fuck pet, and he enjoyed every second of it.
He walked over to her, his cock already hard again from the sight of his toys in such depraved pleasure. He slipped his fingers into her hair, gripping it tightly as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "You look so beautiful, my pet. So fucking filthy. God, you’re a dream like this. All of your years of training, hoping I’d make you mine, it’s all paid off. Because I fucking love having you as my slave. But if you need a break, need to be out of the pain and pleasure apparatus I made you, I wouldn’t be disappointed, it would be okay. I just need you to tell me, okay, puppy?"
Tia moaned, her eyes fluttering open at the sound of her master's voice. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and adoration. “Thank you, Master,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “You know how much I love being in pain for you. But... but I could really use a break. If it's okay with you, Master.”
Ethan smiled down at her, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek. “Of course, it's okay, my pet. Come, let's get you out of there.”
He walked over to the control panel and began to lower the weights and slow the dildo. Tia sighed in relief as the intense pressure on her body eased, her muscles relaxing and her body melting into the machine.
Ethan unclipped her from the pain apparatus, his strong hands gripping her waist and lifting her with ease. He carried her to a nearby chaise longue, laying her down gently.
"You know what I want, don't you, puppy?" Ethan asked, his voice low and husky. Tia nodded, her eyes locked onto his. "I want you to suck my cock, pet. Clean every last drop of Brad and Titsy's filth off of me."
Tia's eyes widened slightly, but she quickly nodded her agreement. She was eager to serve her master in any way he desired.
Tia moved to the edge of the chaise, her eyes never leaving Ethan’s as she opened her mouth wide, ready to take his cock. Ethan stood in front of her, his cock already hard and glistening with his own precum. He stepped closer, his hand wrapping around the back of Tia’s head, guiding her mouth to his shaft.
“Open up, puppy. Take your master’s cock like a good little bitch,” Ethan growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance. Tia moaned softly, her lips parting to accommodate Ethan’s thick, veiny cock.
She looked up at him with adoring eyes as she took more of him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, tasting the mixture of himself and his slaves. She could tell by the way Ethan groaned that he liked it, that he was enjoying the sensation of her mouth on him.
Ethan groaned loudly, his grip on the back of Tia’s head tightening as she took more of him into her mouth. “Fuck yes, puppy. That’s a good girl. Take your master’s cock like the fucking slut you are.
You want to be used like a filthy little cocksucker, don’t you, puppy?” Ethan taunted, his voice thick with lust and malice.
Tia made a soft, needy sound around his cock, her eyes watering as she took more of him. She could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, and she relaxed her throat muscles, trying to take him deeper.
Ethan groaned, his hips moving forward, his cock slipping deeper into Tia’s throat. “That’s a good little bitch.
You’re taking your master’s cock like a fucking pro. I can feel your throat constricting around my shaft, it’s so fucking tight.” Ethan praised, his grip on Tia’s head tightening as he began to thrust into her throat with more force.
Tia gagged slightly, her eyes watering as she struggled to take Ethan’s massive cock. But she didn’t back off, instead, she pushed herself further onto Ethan’s cock, her nose pressing against his stomach. She felt Ethan’s balls slapping against her chin with each thrust, and she moaned, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her master.
Ethan was loving having her wrapped around his cock. But he’d fucked a lot of faces recently and was enjoying just rewarding his slave with however she wanted to suck his cock. If she wanted to fuck her face, she could but she could also go nice and slow, squeezing her master’s cock with her throat. Groaning with pleasure, he reached down and gently rubbed Tia’s tender clit, subtly healing any exhaustion from being yanked on for over an hour. She groaned, her eyes closed, her head bobbing up and down on his cock as she took him deeper and deeper.
Titsy, having watched this interaction with hunger, crawled over to join, her thick thighs pressing against Ethan’s. She moaned softly, her big, blue eyes looking up at him with hunger as she licked the base of his shaft and Tia’s chin.
"Fuck yeah," Ethan growled, gripping Titsy's hair and guiding her face to his balls. "Suck on these, you filthy cow.
Show me how much you love your Master's balls," Ethan commanded, his voice thick with lust as he guided Titsy's mouth to his testicles.
Titsy mooed eagerly, her tongue snaking out to lap at Ethan's balls, her big, blue eyes looking up at him with adoration. She loved being used by her Master, loved the taste of him on her tongue. She sucked one of his balls into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh.
Ethan groaned, his hips bucking slightly as Titsy's suckling sent waves of pleasure through him.
He looked down at the two women, his slaves, so eager to please him. They were both beautiful in their own ways, but in this moment, they were happy to just be holes for him.
Ethan had started his plan with the intention of ruthlessly destroying his old bullies, and yet, as he’d changed them, he’d grown fond of them. He knew they absolutely loved and adored him and that made it hard to hold onto any animosity he’d held. These weren’t his bullies anymore, they were his eager pets, happy to obey his every command. He could see the love and devotion in their eyes as they worked in tandem to pleasure him.
Ethan watched as Titsy’s tongue swirled around his balls, her warm mouth suckling and licking. He felt her nails dig into his thighs, gently at first, then harder as she grew more passionate. He looked over at Tia, her lips stretched wide around his cock, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked him deeper. She moaned, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Ethan groaned, his hips moving forward, pushing his cock deeper into Tia’s throat.
“You’re both doing so fucking well. Like the little sluts you are.” Tia’s eyes watered as she took more of Ethan’s cock, her nose pressing against his tight, muscled stomach. She could feel his pubic hair tickling her chin, could taste the mixture of his precum and the remnants of Brad and Titsy’s filth on his cock.
Titsy moaned loudly around his balls, her suction growing stronger as she tried to outdo her counterpart. Ethan groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into Tia’s throat harder, knowing she wanted more.
"Fuck, yeah, that's it. You're taking every fucking inch of my cock like a pro. Look at you, Tia, you're such a good little cocksucker. I can feel your throat constricting around me, milking my cock for all it's worth," Ethan growled, his fingers tightening in Tia's hair, controlling her movements.
Titsy moaned loudly, her sucking growing more frantic as she tried to keep up with Tia. Her cheeks caved in as she worked Ethan’s balls, her tongue swirling around them, licking and sucking desperately.
She was determined to show her master how much she loved him, how much she wanted to please him. Her eyes watered as she gagged slightly, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing out as she worked Ethan’s balls.
Ethan groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into Tia’s throat with brutal force. She gagged again, her eyes watering as she struggled to breathe, but she didn't back off. She pushed herself further onto Ethan’s cock, taking him deeper, her nose pressed against his tight, muscled stomach.
She felt his cock hitting the back of her throat with each thrust, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.
Ethan’s hips snapped against Tia’s face, his cock pistoning in and out of her throat, his grip on her head tightening as he increased his pace. He looked down at Titsy, who was still sucking on his balls, her cheeks hollowed out, her eyes watering as she gagged on his testicles.
Ethan took in the absolute euphoria in their expressions, just from being used by their master. He looked over his shoulder at Brad’s exhausted body.
“You see this, Brad? These two sluts absolutely love me and they fucking love serving me in any way. Titsy here might be able to cum just from sucking my balls. This is what pure servitude looks like. Are you ready for that? Ready to fall so deeply in love with me and everything I make you do?” Ethan taunted, his voice thick with lust and dominance.
Brad looked up at him, his eyes filled with a mix of desire, fear, and humiliation. “Y-Yes, Master. I want to serve you completely. I want to be you to be my everything,” Brad whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.
Ethan smiled cruelly, his eyes gleaming with dark pleasure. “Good boy. Now, get your pathetic little ass over here and watch them suck my cock like the good little bitch you are.”
Brad scrambled to his feet, his body still shaking with aftershocks of his previous orgasm.
He hurried over to Ethan, his eyes fixed on the sight of Titsy and Tia working his master's cock with such devotion. He sank to his knees beside them, his cock already hardening at the sight of his master's glistening shaft disappearing into Tia's throat.
"Fuck, look at those filthy whores, Brad," Ethan growled, his hips snapping forward as he drove his cock deeper into Tia's mouth. "They're fucking begging for it, aren't they?
Look at them, their eyes filled with love, adoration, and absolute fucking need. They're made for this, Brad. They were born to serve me, to pleasure me in any way I fucking want," Ethan sneered, his hips thrusting forward, his cock plunging deep into Tia's throat. She gagged and moaned around him, her body shaking with the effort to take him.
Brad whimpered, his eyes glued to the sight of Titsy's cheeks hollowing out as she sucked and licked Ethan's balls.
He could see the love and devotion in her eyes, the way her body shook with each bob of her head. He felt a pang of jealousy, wishing he could inspire that kind of devotion in his master.
"Fucking pathetic," Ethan snarled, his hand tightening in Brad's hair as he forced Brad's head down to Tia’s pussy. "Clean her up, bitch. Make sure she's nice and wet for me."
Ethan commanded, watching with a cruel smile as Brad's lips met Tia's pussy. Brad's tongue tentatively touched Tia's clit, eliciting a soft moan from her.
But Ethan wasn't having it. He gripped the back of Brad's head tight, forcing his face harder against Tia's cunt. "Don't be gentle, you pathetic fuck. Eat that cunt like it's your last meal. Show me how much you want to please me." Ethan growled, his hand tightening in Brad's hair.
"Lick that bitch's cunt like your life depends on it. Show me how much you want to be my fuck toy, Brad. Make her cum all over your face while you eat her out."
Brad whimpered against Tia’s pussy, his tongue darting out to lick her swollen lips. He knew what Ethan wanted, what his master demanded. He wanted to be used, to be humiliated, to be made to feel like the pathetic little bitch he was. And he was eager to please Ethan in any way he could.
“A few days ago, she might’ve been a bitch I hated, a bitch who ruined my life, just like you are, but now, now I care about her. She’s my loyal puppy slut and you’re going to help me reward her by making her cum all over your face. It means more to her than if I did it, she knows her pleasure doesn’t matter to me like that. But she loves knowing I’d take the time to command someone else to eat her cunt and make her cum.” Ethan said, surprised at the genuine care in his voice. He hadn’t expected to feel this way about Tia, but there was no denying the connection, the loyalty, and the love she had for him. It was intoxicating.
Brad’s tongue worked furiously, licking and sucking at Tia’s clit as he plunged his fingers into her soaking wet cunt. He was a mess of drool and tears, his face a filthy, sloppy wreck as he ate her out with the desperation of a starving man.
Brad buried his face deeper into Tia's cunt, his tongue lapping at her clit like a hungry dog, his fingers pinching and twisting her nipples just the way Ethan had shown him. He was making a mess of her, but she loved it. She loved the feeling of his tongue lashing against her clit, the way his fingers dug into her hips as he lost himself in her cunt. She could feel her orgasm building, a pressure that was about to explode.
Ethan watched Brad's eager tongue work Tia's pussy, her juices coating Brad's face.
The sight of his slaves serving him, pleasuring each other, was enough to send waves of pleasure through him. He could feel his cock growing harder, throbbing with need.
"Fuck, look at you, Tia. Your pussy's so wet, so fucking needy. You want to cum, don't you, my little slut? You want to feel that release while Brad's tongue works your clit?" Ethan taunted, his voice thick with lust.
Tia moaned, her hips bucking against Brad's face, seeking more friction, more pleasure. "Yes, Master. Please let me cum.
Please, Master. Fuck, I can't... I can't hold on anymore!" Tia wailed, her body convulsing as Brad's tongue continued its relentless assault on her clit. Her back arched, her toes curling as the pressure built to an almost unbearable level.
Ethan chuckled darkly, his hips slowing as he allowed his cock to slip out of Tia's throat, a thick strand of saliva connecting them as it dripped from her swollen lips. "Not yet, pet. Not until Master says so. You know the rules," he reminded her, his voice thick with dominance.
"You don't cum until I tell you to."
Tia whimpered, her body trembling with need. "Y-yes, Master. I understand."
Ethan smirked, his eyes gleaming with pleasure. He loves denying her, making her wait, making her beg. It was a sweet form of torture, one that he reveled in.
"Good girl," he praised, his cock pulsing in Tia's mouth again as he slowly began to fuck her throat. "Now, let's see how much you can take, shall we?"
Tia moaned loudly around his cock, her eyes watering as she took him deeper.
She could feel every inch of him sliding down her throat, filling her completely. Ethan groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her throat with brutal force. Her gagging and choking sounds only served to turn him on more.
"Fuck, look at her take it," Ethan growled, his fingers tangling in Tia's hair, pulling her closer to him. "She's such a greedy little cocksucker, isn't she, Brad?
Look at how she takes it, how she fucking loves it," Ethan taunted, his voice thick with lust as he continued to pound Tia's throat.
Brad looked up at him, his eyes filled with a mix of envy and awe. “She's incredible," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. He watched as Titsy continued to worship Ethan's balls, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked and licked, her eyes watering with tears of devotion.
Ethan's cock was throbbing, the pressure building in his balls. He could feel his orgasm approaching, but he wanted to make this last.
He wanted to savor every second of this raw, primal display of power and control. He wanted to see Tia pushed to her limits, see how much more she could take.
“Brad, get over here and help her out,” Ethan ordered, his voice thick with lust. Brad scrambled to his feet and moved behind Tia, gripping her hips and holding her steady as Ethan continued to piston in and out of her throat.
“That’s it, puppy. Take it all.
Feel every inch of your master’s cock filling your throat,” Ethan commanded, his voice tight with control.
Brad gripped Tia’s hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he held her in place. He looked up at Ethan, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and fear. “Yes, Master,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the wet sounds of Tia’s mouth working on Ethan’s cock.
Ethan groaned, his hips snapping forward, his cock slamming into the back of Tia’s throat. “Fuck, look at you, my little slut. Brad, look at her. Just an hour ago, you’d be begging to be me but now all you can think about is how good it would feel to be her, right?” Ethan taunted, his hips snapping forward viciously, his cock plunging deep into Tia’s throat with each thrust, feeling the back of her throat constrict around his shaft.
Tia’s eyes watered, her body shook as she struggled to take every inch of Ethan’s thick, throbbing cock. She couldn’t respond with words, her mouth was full, but she moaned around his cock, her body convulsing as she felt herself gagging on his meat.
Brad watched in awe as Tia’s throat worked Ethan’s cock, her body shaking with the effort to take him.
He knew that feeling all too well, that mix of pleasure and pain, that desperate need to please his master. He could see the love and adoration in Tia’s eyes, the way her body trembled with each thrust of Ethan’s hips. He felt a pang of jealousy, wishing he could inspire that kind of devotion in Ethan.
“You want to feel what she feels, don’t you, Brad?” Ethan taunted, his voice thick with lust and dominance. “You want to be used like that, don’t you? To be made to take my cock like a fucking slut?”
Brad nodded, his voice barely a whisper.
"Y-Yes, Master. I want to be used like that. I want to feel what she feels."
Ethan smirked cruelly. "Good boy. Then come over here and show me how much you want it."
Brad hurried to Ethan's side, eager to please his master. Ethan looked down at him, his eyes gleaming with dark pleasure. He pulled out of Tia’s mouth, eliciting a groan from her. "Get on your knees, bitch. Show me what that mouth of yours can do."
Brad immediately dropped to his knees, his eyes locked onto Ethan's cock, glistening with spit and precum.
He licked his lips, eager to taste his master. Ethan smiled, his hand wrapping around the base of his shaft, stroking it slowly.
"Open up, bitch," Ethan growled, his voice thick with lust. Brad parted his lips eagerly, his tongue darting out to lick the head of Ethan's cock. Ethan groaned, his grip on his cock tightening as Brad's tongue swirled around the sensitive tip.
"Fuck, that's it," Ethan praised, his hips moving forward slightly, pushing more of his cock into Brad's mouth. "Take it deeper, bitch. Tia, look at how well you showed him. He wasn’t as good before he watched you. He understands now how much better sucking my cock is when you absolutely love it. When it’s what you live for.” Ethan ran his hand through Tia’s hair, petting his puppy slut. “You should be proud of yourself, slut.” Ethan praised, his voice thick with lust as he watched Brad’s tongue work his cock.
He turned to look at Tia, giving her all his attention as his other slaves sucked his cock and balls. Her breath hitched, feeling a warmth inside of her at his praise, at his gaze. She was a fucking mess, her face streaked with tears and drool, her eyes swollen and red, but she never felt more beautiful, more desired. She loved the feel of his hand in her hair, loved the way he praised her, owned her. She wanted to please him, wanted to make him feel as good as he made her feel.
Ethan watched Tia's face flush with pleasure at his words. He could see the love, the adoration, the pure fucking devotion in her eyes. He loved seeing her like this, a fucking mess, his mess, completely at his mercy. He continued petting her, assuming that somewhere in the hours of hypnosis she’d watched in the last decade to become a perfect puppy, there had to be something about loving being pet.
“You’re my good girl. My perfect pet.” Ethan whispered, his voice tender, but full of control.
Tia moaned softly, her eyes closing briefly before reopening, her pupils dilating with pleasure. She adored being pet by her master, it made her feel loved, cherished, and so incredibly wanted.
Ethan then moved his hand down to Tia’s cunt, his fingers slipping easily through her wet folds. She gasped at the contact, her hips bucking slightly, seeking more friction.
“Fuck, look at her, Brad.
Look at how wet her cunt is. She's soaking fucking wet for me. You see that, my pathetic little bitch? That's what a real slut looks like. She's dripping with need for her master,” Ethan growled, his fingers sliding in and out of Tia's pussy, spreading her juices around.
Brad looked up at Ethan, his eyes filled with envy and hunger.
“She's so fucking wet,” he moaned around Ethan’s cock, his own cock throbbing with need as he watched Ethan finger Tia’s pussy.
He could feel the heat radiating from her, could see the way her body shivered with pleasure at Ethan’s touch. He wanted that, wanted to be the one making her feel that way.
Ethan looked over at Brad, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "You wanna taste that fucking wetness, Brad? You wanna lick my fingers clean after I've been fingering my bitch's cunt?"
Brad's eyes went wide, his cock throbbing in response to Ethan's words. He nodded eagerly, his tongue darting out to lick his lips in anticipation.
Ethan pulled his fingers out of Tia’s pussy with a wet, sucking sound. They gleamed with her juices, glistening in the dim light of the room. He held his fingers up to Brad’s mouth, his eyes gleaming with dark pleasure.
“Open up, you pathetic little bitch,” Ethan commanded, his voice thick with lust. Brad opened his mouth obediently, pulling himself off of Ethan’s cock, his tongue darting out to lick the juices from Ethan’s fingers. He sucked them greedily, his eyes locked onto Ethan’s as he licked and sucked every last drop of Tia’s juices from his master’s fingers.
While Brad sucked his fingers, Ethan maneuvered his cock into Titsy’s eager mouth, finishing the trifecta of having each slave participating in this blowjob. He dipped his fingers back into Tia, fucked her a few times, and then brought them back to Brad’s mouth, once again dripping with juices.
“You know why you love that taste, Brad? It’s not because you like women or lust after cunts but because that wetness is the direct product of Tia’s obedience, of how aroused she is from obeying her master, from being owned. That’s pure obedience and submission right there and that’s why you love the taste.” Ethan growled, his fingers slipping back into Tia's cunt.
Brad sucked Ethan’s fingers, his eyes never leaving Ethan’s. He wanted more. He wanted to be used, to be degraded, to be a filthy fuck toy for his master. He pulled his mouth off Ethan’s fingers, panting and drooling like the pathetic little bitch he was.
“Yes, Master. I know why I love that taste. It’s because it’s the taste of my Master’s command, of her desperate need to please. She’s so fucking wet because she knows she’ll be punished if she doesn’t obey, if she doesn’t beg for more.”
Ethan chuckled darkly, his fingers curling inside Tia’s cunt as he fucked her harder, making her moan. “That’s right, bitch. You know your place, and you love it. Now, get back between her legs and finish the job. Lick and suck up that pure obedience dripping from her cunt until she cums. As you drink from her, absorb that love for obedience, take in as much as you can.” Ethan commanded, his voice dark and seductive. Brad moaned, his tongue lapping at Tia's cunt like a starving man. He was eager to please his master, to taste every drop of Tia’s obedience.
Ethan watched, his cock throbbing in Titsy’s mouth as he saw Brad's tongue work Tia’s pussy. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls growing with each second. He wanted to come, wanted to mark his slaves, but he also wanted to make this moment last.
He wanted to savor the sight of his slaves serving him, their tongues working in tandem to pleasure him. He wanted to hear their moans, their desperate need to please him echoing in the room.
"Fuck, look at you two," Ethan groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock thrusting deeper into Titsy's mouth. "You're both so fucking eager to please me, aren't you? You love the obedience, don't you?"
Titsy mooed loudly around his cock, her eyes watering as she took him deeper.
Brad's tongue darted out to lick Tia's clit, making her moan loudly. He could feel the juices flowing freely from her cunt, coating his face. He lapped at her eagerly, his tongue swirling around her clit, his fingers plunging in and out of her pussy.
Ethan watched as Titsy's cheeks hollowed out, her saliva dripping down her chin and onto her tits. His cock throbbed in her mouth, the sight of her working for him so fucking hot. He groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with ease.
“Your slutty little mouth is perfect for sucking cock. You were born for this, weren't you, Titsy? Born to be used like a filthy little whore," Ethan taunted, his voice thick with lust and dominance.
Titsy moaned around his cock, her eyes watering as she took him deeper. She loved being used like this, loved the feeling of her master's cock stretching her mouth wide open. She could feel his pre-cum leaking into her mouth, the salty taste filling her senses.
She loved every second of it, the way he took control of her, the way he used her for his pleasure. She sucked harder, feeling his cock swell in her mouth, knowing he was close.
“Fuck, I’m close, Titsy. Swallow it all. Take every last drop of my cum down that fucking throat of yours,” Ethan growled, his hips snapping forward, his cock thrusting deep into her throat. Titsy moaned around him, her throat constricting as she took every inch of him.
Ethan roared as he came, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.
He held Titsy's head in place as he shot his load down her throat, her throat convulsing around him as she swallowed every last drop. Her eyes watered, her nose pressed against his stomach, as she greedily took everything he gave her.
"Fuck, that's it, Titsy. Take it all, you filthy little cowsucker," Ethan groaned, his hips jerking as he rode out the last of his orgasm. He could feel the muscles in Titsy's throat milking his cock, wringing every last drop from him. He groaned in pleasure, his cock finally softening and slipping from her mouth.
Titsy looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and adoration, her face streaked with tears and drool. Ethan smirked, petting her hair gently. "Good girl, Titsy. You took every last drop like the fucking slut you are." He praised, his voice thick with satisfaction.
Meanwhile, Brad was still enthusiastically eating Tia out, his tongue lashing at her clit, his fingers plunging in and out of her pussy. Even after Ethan had come, Tia was still not allowed to cum. But her orgasm was close, her body trembling with need.
Ethan could see the sweat glistening on her skin, could see the way her muscles were tightening, preparing for her release. He smirked, knowing that she was about to become a mess under Brad's tongue, and he couldn't wait to see it.
“You want to cum, don’t you, Tia?” Ethan taunted, his voice thick with lust and dominance. Tia moaned loudly, her hips bucking against Brad’s face, seeking more friction, more pleasure.
She was on the edge, her body trembling with need, her pussy dripping with desire. She needed release, craved it with every fiber of her being.
“Please, Master,” she begged, her voice hoarse with desperation. “Please let me cum. I can’t take it anymore. I need to cum so badly.”
Brad looked up at Ethan, his eyes pleading for permission. He wanted to make Tia cum, wanted to feel her pussy clench around his tongue as she rode out her orgasm. But he knew better than to act without his master’s command.
Ethan looked down at them, his eyes dark with satisfaction and lust. “Not yet, pet,” he said, his voice low and firm. “You know the rules. You don’t cum until I say so.”
Tia whimpered, her body shaking with the effort to hold back her orgasm. Ethan leaned down, his fingers brushing through her hair. “That’s it, pet. Hold it back. Make me proud,” he murmured, his voice thick with approval.
Brad whimpered, his eyes wide with need. He wanted to make Tia cum so badly, wanted to feel her pussy clench around his tongue.
He looked up at Ethan, his eyes pleading. "Master, please. Let her cum. I want to feel her. I want to taste her pleasure, her obedience." Brad begged.
Ethan chuckled darkly, his hand reaching down to cup Tia's breast, his fingers pinching her nipple hard, making her gasp and arch her back. "Patience, puppy. You'll cum when I say so. And right now, I want you to watch Brad make you beg for it."
He turned his attention back to Brad, who was still lapping at Tia's pussy like a man possessed. "That's it, Brad. Make her beg. Make her fucking plead for her orgasm.”
Brad moaned against Tia's pussy, his tongue working overtime to keep her on the edge. He knew what Ethan wanted, what he demanded.
He wanted to see Tia beg, to hear her plead for release. He wanted to see her debase herself, to prove that she was nothing without his permission.
Brad plunged two fingers into Tia's pussy, curling them upwards and hitting her G-spot. He knew exactly where to touch her, how to make her squirm and writhe. He felt her inner walls clench around his fingers, felt her juices soak his hand.
"Oh god, please, Master, please let me cum," Tia begged, her voice hoarse with desperation. "I can't take it anymore. I need to cum so badly.
I'm fucking begging you, Master. Please, I can't take this anymore." Tia moaned, her body squirming as Brad's fingers and tongue worked her pussy like a goddamn pro. She was so close, so fucking close to the edge, but she needed Ethan's permission to tumble over.
Ethan chuckled, a dark and seductive sound that sent shivers down Tia's spine. He loved watching her squirm, loved hearing her beg for her release. He loved the power he held over her, the control he had over her body and her pleasure.
He knew she was aching for release, could feel her tensing and squirming under Brad’s tongue, could see the desperation in her eyes. He loved it. Loved the way she begged, the way she pleaded for him, her master.
Ethan moved to sit on the edge of the chaise, his spent cock still glistening with Titsy’s saliva. He curled his fingers in Brad’s hair.
“I should hear more moans coming from my puppy slut if you were really doing your best. I want to hear her sing because you’re so devoted to your master and you want to obey his command to make her cum.” Ethan whispered in Brad’s ear, his breath hot, his voice pure dominance.
“Make her fucking sing, bitch. Make her cum until she can’t take it anymore. I want her to be a fucking mess by the time you’re done with her.”
Brad whimpered, his tongue diving back into Tia’s pussy with renewed vigor. He knew what his master wanted, what he demanded. He started sucking and biting her clit, his fingers pistoning in and out of her cunt, looking for that sweet spot that would make her scream.
Tia moaned loudly, her hips bucking against Brad’s face. She was so close, her body trembling with need, her pussy aching for release.
Brad was relentless, his tongue lashing at her clit, his fingers plunging in and out of her cunt, twisting and turning to hit every sensitive spot.
Ethan watched, his cock already hardening again at the sight of his slaves serving him, their bodies writhing and sweating with pleasure and desperation. He closed his eyes, his fingers tangling in Brad's hair, guiding his face deeper into Tia's pussy.
"Fuck her like you mean it, bitch. Make her scream, make her fucking beg for it," Ethan growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance.
His eyes were locked on the sight of Tia's face, contorted with pleasure and pain, her body writhing and squirming under Brad's relentless assault.
Brad sucked and bit Tia's clit, his tongue flicking over the sensitive nub, his fingers curling inside her, grazing against her G-spot with every thrust. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her inner walls fluttering and contracting, her juices soaking his hand and chin. He was relentless, determined to make her scream, to make her fucking beg for her orgasm.
“Is he doing enough, puppy? I know you want to cum but is it just because you’re a slut or is he really giving it his all? Be honest with your master, puppy.” Ethan questioned, staring right into Tia’s eyes. He gripped her chin firmly, tilting her head up to face him. “Be honest, puppy. Do you feel like he’s giving it his all? Or does he need to work harder to make the master happy?”
Tia, her breaths coming in rapid gasps, her body trembling on the edge of climax, looked up at Ethan with eyes filled with both desire and submission. She knew what he wanted, understood the game he was playing. She licked her lips, her eyes flicking down to Brad who was now fucking her cunt with two fingers while his tongue lashed at her clit.
"He's... he's doing his best, Master." Tia panted, her hips bucking against Brad's hand, urging him deeper. "But... I think... I think he could do better."
Ethan's eyes gleamed with dark pleasure. "Is that so?" He questioned, his voice low and dangerous. He turned to Brad, his grip tightening in his hair. "You hear that, bitch? My puppy thinks you can do better. So do better."
Brad whimpered, his fingers working faster inside Tia's pussy, his tongue lashing at her clit like a fucking maniac.
This was his chance to prove himself, to show Ethan that he could do better, that he could make Tia fucking scream.
"Please, Master, let me show you." Brad begged, his voice hoarse with desperation. "Let me make her fucking sing."
Ethan smirked, his grip on Brad's hair tightening. "Alright, bitch. But if you fail, I'll make sure you regret it. Understand?"
Brad nodded eagerly, his fingers plunging deeper into Tia's pussy, his tongue lashing at her clit with renewed vigor. He wanted to please his master, wanted to make him proud.
He worked Tia's pussy with a fervor, his fingers plunging in and out, his tongue flicking and licking her clit with a relentless pace. He could feel her getting closer, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Ethan watched, his cock already hard again at the sight of his slaves serving him. He could feel the heat radiating from them, could see the sweat glistening on their skin, could hear their desperate moans and pleas for release.
He twisted his fingers in Tia’s hair, making her look at him.
“Is he doing better now, puppy? Do you get to cum?”
Tia moaned, her body shaking with need, her pussy aching for release.
She looked up at Ethan, her eyes filled with desperation and pleading.
“He’s doing better. Please, let me cum. I can’t take this anymore,” she begged, her voice hoarse with need.
Ethan smirked, his eyes gleaming with dark pleasure. “Good. Very good. I appreciate your honesty. Now, I want to hear you sing, puppy. I want to hear you fucking scream as you cum all over that pathetic little bitch’s face.”
Tia nodded eagerly, her eyes locked onto Ethan’s as Brad continued to work her pussy with a fervor.
"That's right, puppy," Ethan encouraged, his voice dripping with dark seduction. "Sing for me. Scream for me. Show me how much you love serving your Master." He tightened his grip on Brad's hair, forcing his face deeper into Tia's pussy.
Brad obeyed, his tongue working overtime, his fingers fucking Tia with a relentless pace. Tia's body tensed, her muscles clenching as her orgasm approached. She could feel it building, a pressure that was about to explode.
Ethan watched, his cock throbbing in anticipation.
“That’s right, puppy. Give it to me. Give me your fucking everything.”
Tia’s nails dug into the sofa cushions, her knuckles turning white as she clenched her fists. Her hips bucked against Brad’s face, her body tensing as her orgasm built. She could feel the pressure growing, the heat spreading through her like wildfire.
“Cum, you fucking slut,” Ethan snarled, his voice thick with lust. “I want to hear you fucking scream.
Show me how much you love serving me, how much you need to cum.” Ethan growled, his eyes locked onto Tia’s as Brad drove her closer to the edge.
Tia’s body tensed, her muscles clenching as Brad’s fingers and tongue worked her pussy relentlessly. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out.
“Fucking scream, slave!” Ethan commanded, his voice harsh and demanding.
Tia finally let out a scream, loud and raw, as her orgasm exploded through her.
Her back arched, her toes curled, and her body convulsed as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her pussy clenched around Brad's fingers, her juices gushing out and soaking his hand and chin.
Ethan watched, his cock throbbing with desire as he saw Tia's face contort in ecstasy. He could see the pleasure and love in her eyes, the absolute devotion to him. It was a heady feeling, to have such control over someone, to make them feel such intense pleasure.
Brad didn't stop, his tongue and fingers continuing to work Tia's pussy, drawing out her orgasm.
Ethan's cock throbbed, watching her cum, hearing her scream. He needed to fuck her, to feel her clench around him.
"Titsy, get over here," he commanded, his voice thick with lust. Titsy, who had been waiting eagerly on the sidelines, hurried over to Ethan, her eyes filled with love and desire.
Ethan pulled Brad off of Tia, making him scramble to his knees in front of him. "Lick his face clean, slut," he ordered, pushing Titsy’s head towards Brad's face. “Taste your fellow slave’s pure obedience, her subservient slut juices. And Brad, don’t enjoy it because Titsy’s a hot fuck cow, enjoy it because you obeyed your master and made Tia cum.” Ethan used his powers to make sure Brad obeyed.
He might’ve been a pathetic fuck, but he was his pathetic fuck. And right now, he wanted to see Brad get a taste of pure obedience.
Ethan had no desire to see his slaves feel good, but rather, he wanted them to understand their roles, their places in his twisted world.
Titsy lapped at Brad's face eagerly, her tongue cleaning every trace of Tia's juices from his chin, his cheeks, and his lips. Brad kept his eyes locked on Ethan, knowing better than to enjoy the sensation of Titsy's tongue on his skin. He knew that he was only to enjoy it because it was a command from his master, a sign of obedience.
This was not for pleasure, but for the sake of submission.
Ethan watched, his cock throbbing with dark pleasure as he saw Titsy lick Brad clean, her tongue lapping at Tia's juices with such zeal.
He was hard again, ready to use his slaves in any way he saw fit. He was their master, their god, and they would do as he commanded.