Cared by Twin daddies

Chapter 79

Staring up at her Master, she saw the delight in his eyes as he stared at the Slave, obviously taking great joy in the young man's distress. She recalled how he sometimes did the same to her, driving her right to the edge and then suddenly stopping, leaving her in torment. It was a powerful tool.

William stayed bent over on the bed, his cheeks on fire, his ass hole quivering in pain from Dahlia's merciless f*****g but those sensations dimmed in comparison to the aching in his c**k. His balls were bursting with c*m, he was so close. Master had ordered Pet to pull out at just the right time, one more stroke and he would have c*m and it was taking every ounce of his self control to not touch himself, to not give the one touch that would send him over the edge.

Did he dare risk his new Master's wrath so quickly? What would his punishment be? Could it be any worse than the pain he was in right now? Most likely, but with the rebellion that his former Master had been unable to tame, William released the sheets from his fists and gripped his c**k, one quick pump and his c*m shot out, hitting him in the chin, spattering the sheets.

Dahlia stared wide eyed as Slave touched himself and came with a loud groan, blatantly disobeying Master.

In two long strides Master was at the bed, pushing Slave flat to the bed. "Some cuffs, Pet," he bellowed. She quickly placed them in his outstretched hand, watching as he quickly bound the wayward Slave's wrists behind his back.

"Collar," he demanded. She handed a thick black leather collar to her Master and it was hastily fastened around William's neck.

Master continued to order items until William was bound to the bed by his wide spread ankles and from his collar to an eyebolt embedded in the headboard. Master had her push some pillows beneath his hips raising his ass in the air.

Her strap-on was removed and replaced with another much larger, thicker and longer dildo. It measured three and a half inches in diameter, a full foot in length and was heavily ridged. "f**k him, Pet," he ordered her.

Wordlessly she stared at him. Normally, she wouldn't even hesitate to obey, but this was one command she really did not want to carry out. Nervously she licked her lips, her eyes turning to the instrument of torture protruding from her crotch.

"Is there a problem?" he asked sternly.

"It's just that...I don't want to truly hurt him," she said quietly, her voice trembling.

"But he disobeyed and must be disciplined. If you wish to help me train him, you must participate in the punishment, whether you like it or not," he explained to her.

"Yes, Master," she replied. Turning to the bed, she knelt between Slave's spread thighs.

William froze as he felt the mattress dip between his legs. He knew he was going to experience pain. Dahlia had happily f****d him moments ago with a big strap-on and now she was going to do it again, this time reluctantly, so she must be outfitted with something much bigger.

She lubed the large dildo and William's ass before taking a deep breath and placing the head of the dildo at his anal entrance. She squeezed her eyes shut and pushed hard, thrusting her hips forward.

William cried out loudly at the penetration. She pushed again, grunting at the effort and slid in halfway. His hands curled into fists in the small of his back, twisting against the cuffs binding him. One more hard thrust and she was in to the hilt. Another loud cry erupted from his lips as she filled him.

Gripping his hips she pulled back, sliding the large tool out of him before driving back in again. He twisted and writhed beneath her, cries of pain coming from him whenever she plunged in deeply.

"Don't hold back, Pet. Give it to him hard," Master ordered.

She closed her eyes and concentrated on pumping in and out of his tight hole. She had to work hard, his ass was gripping the phallus tightly. Shutting out his sobs and moans she plunged deeply into him, pulling out and plowing back in. Faintly she could hear Master talking to William.

"You are never to disobey me again, do you understand?" Master growled.

"Yes, Master," was the breathless replied.

"Does the f*****g hurt?"

"Yes, Master, it does."

"Push in deep, Pet," he called to her.

Plunging in deeply, she buried the entire twelve inches in his ass, causing another tear soaked cry to ring in the air. Master disconnected the dildo from the harness around her hips and she alighted from the bed. "Sit," he commanded, pointing to the chair he had just vacated. With awe, she stared at the riding crop he held in his hand.

It whistled through the air before striking hard against Slave's tender back side. He cried out loudly at the stinging blow, but only grunted or gasped at the following strikes. Soon his ass was heavily lashed with welts.

Master then chose a paddle with a heavily pebbled surface. Dahlia winced as she imagined the pain it was going to produce upon his freshly whipped flesh. Master didn't hesitate or hold back as he slapped William's ass with the paddle. Soon the young slave was crying and begging for mercy. As soon as those words passed his lips, Master stopped the punishment. Taking Dahlia's hand he walked wordlessly from the room.

William lay face down on the bed, gasping for breath. All he could feel of his entire body was the all consuming pain in his ass. His cheeks felt as though they were on fire and he couldn't remember if his hole had ever been stretched so wide. And now he was left here alone for who knows how long, left to suffer. And most likely to also contemplate what he had done.

The fact that she had disciplined him, obeying her Master's commands, was interesting. Would she ever take the initiative and punish him, he wondered? She was able to summon up a very commanding appearance, causing an almost immediate reaction of obedience in him. Perhaps he was better suited to a Mistress than a Master.

He writhed on the bed, seeking some sort of relief, but the dildo was in deep, his ass gripping it tightly. He squeezed his ass and cried out loudly at the pain of it. How long were they going to leave him like this? He groaned loudly and gave in to the silent tears that he had been struggling to hold in check.

He suddenly realized that he had just experienced one of the scenarios he had fantasized about the previous night. The only difference being that Master had whipped his ass instead of her.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed before he heard the heavenly sound of high heels clicking across the floor, heading towards him. They stopped at the foot of the bed.

After what seemed like an eternity, she spoke. "Have you learned your lesson, Slave?" she asked, her voice soft and low.

"Yes, Mistress," he responded earnestly.

She wiggled the dildo in his ass, causing him to cry out and writhe with pain. She chuckled softly at his torment. "Would you like me to remove this?" she purred.

"Yes, Mistress, please, please could you remove it?" he begged. Right now he would do just about anything if she would only relieve him of the source of his agony.

She again jerked it hard. "That's not the right answer," she grinned.

After the stars faded from behind his eyes, he searched his mind for the answer she wanted. He gasped as it came to him. "Only if it pleases you, Mistress," he murmured. He held his breath, hoping that this was what she wanted to hear.

There was a large ring embedded in the base of the dildo. She looped her fingers through it and with a loud grunt, in one swift movement, tugged it free of Slave's ass. His scream pierced the air and could even be heard on the lower floors of the house as the dildo's deep ridges ripped through his ass.

"Thank you, Mistress. Thank you," he gasped, tears again trickling down his cheeks.

A light clinking sound came from Dahlia's direction. "You've of course heard of ice cubes, but how about ice balls?" she asked.

"Ice balls?" he questioned warily. He felt something being pushed into his gaping hole and gasped loudly as he realized what she meant. The ice hurt at first but he realized it soothed the pain of his punishment. She pushed in four of the balls and then wordlessly left.

He lay gasping and quivering on the bed as the ice melted inside his ass. Feeling the water trickle from his hole again made him wonder how much time had passed.

As his ass warmed up the pain returned, waking him from the fitful sleep he had fallen into. He again heard Dahlia's high heels clicking across the floor and he hoped that he would finally be released.

She pulled the pillows out from beneath his hips and untied his feet. She roughly rolled him over, smiling as he winced at the pain of laying on his bound hands. Just the sight of her caused his c**k to harden and her smile widened as he quickly grew erect. Squirting some lube on his d**k, she raised her skirt and facing away from him, pointed his c**k at her ass.

He sighed with delight and desire as he watched her lower herself onto him, the head of his d**k disappearing into her tight ass. Slowly she slid down, small cries escaping her lips as he filled her. Soon she was grinding her ass against his hips. She began to slowly pump up and down, long, slow strokes, gradually increasing in speed until she rising and falling quickly, pulling him deep into her anal hole.

He watched his c**k being ridden by her heavenly ass and groaned with the frustration of not being able to touch her, of not being able to push her forward, grab her hips and f**k her, taking control of the situation, using his c**k to drive her into submission. Her ass began to clench around him, and she cried out loudly as her c*m drenched his balls, her orgasm flooding through her body.

She rose from him quickly, just as his own orgasm rocked him, his c*m shooting over his chest. His head flopped back as another groan of frustration rumbled from his throat. He had wanted so badly to fill her ass with c*m, not the secondary sensation of shooting into air.

Again rolling him over, she finally unbound his wrists and gave his sore ass a sharp slap. "Your dinner is on it's way. You're to report to Master's bedchamber in one hour. I'd suggest you get cleaned up." she said brusquely before walking away, the sound of her heels clicking down the hallway.

Just a little over an hour later, William again found himself in agony. He was naked, sitting in a chair, his ankles bound to the front legs, his hand tied behind his back, his erect c**k straining in front of him. Before him, on the Master's bed, were Master and Dahlia having s*x. Fascinated he watched as Master plundered every one of his pet's holes. William's chest rose and fell quickly with his shallow, shaky breaths, witnessing the way she so willingly submitted to her Master. She was his plaything, his toy, to use as he wished, to derive his pleasure from in whatever way he desired.